I ALREADY SAID I’M SORRY: 2
I ALREADY SAID IM SORRY MASTERLIST
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Cuts, Blood, Mentions of Bullying (of course)
“Don’t travel anywhere before the summer training camp.” Aizawa said, his tone bored as always. “We don’t know if the villains will come after you again. In the time before camp begins, you can work on training and getting better. You all still need a lot of improvement.”
The class groaned, collectively muttering about all of the things they had been planning on doing. You rolled your eyes at them. Stupid. Safety is more important than your cheap bathing suits and overpriced travel plans.
Aizawa cleared his throat, effectively quieting the class. “Also, Y/N and Midoriya. You both need to stay after class. Everyone else is dismissed.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
It was never a surprise when you were asked to stay after. Aizawa liked to lecture you about everything you needed to improve on whenever he could. And you knew it wasn’t because he wanted to see you excel like his other students, it was a way to embarrass you.
Midoriya on the other hand, rarely had to stay after class. When you glanced over at the green-haired boy, he looked alarmed. You felt yourself grinning slightly, sensing his inner panic at possibly getting grouped in the same category as you in his teacher’s eyes.
The rest of your classmates packed their things and shuffled out of the room, resuming their conversations about their now ruined summer plans. You took your time slipping your books into your bag, laughing internally at Midoriya’s constant fidgeting. Now you know how I felt the first three times.
When the classroom door finally shut and it was just the three of you, Aizawa looked between the two of you in disdain. You were used to that look already, and you returned the stare with your own look of irritation.
“You both failed the pop quiz from yesterday. You were the only ones to fail. It was an important test to judge your written reactions to certain disasters and protocols.” Aizawa sighed, rubbing his brow. “It was a simple test too. Even the student in last place managed to ace it.”
Midoriya was quick to apologize and ask for remedial work, anything to help him improve. You remained silent, not caring enough to beg. Aizawa continued with his lecture, explaining the importance of the quiz that you had taken while you began to zone out, thinking about what you were going to eat for dinner.
You were snapped from your thoughts when Midoriya suddenly stood from his seat and bowed enthusiastically, thanking Aizawa for what you assumed was a second chance.
Your dark-haired teacher then turned to you expectantly. You assumed that he was waiting for you to also beg for another chance, but you weren’t feeling particularly cooperative. You shrugged at him. “Yes, Mr. Aizawa?” You asked, your voice dripping with nonchalance.
His eye twitched at your tone, but he didn’t address it. “You and Midoriya will be participating in a mock rescue mission to make up for your pathetic test scores.” He said. “You’ll be working with Todoroki and Iida, who achieved the top two scores. You’ll eat your dinner here, and then come to the training grounds. Don’t be late.”
Your teacher didn’t wait for your answer before exiting the room. Midoriya stood awkwardly at his desk still, and from the way his shoulder’s were inclined you could tell that he was uncomfortable and trying not to speak to you.
You scoffed and stood, grabbing your bag roughly. You could feel his wide eyes on you as you stomped out of the room. “I hate it here.” You grumbled to yourself, running your hand through your hair.
You hated working with Midoriya and Iida. The shorter boy always treated you as if you would snap any instant and paralyse him next, while Iida constantly looked down at you in severe disdain. They both ignored you when you offered up plans during your mock missions, and they always swooped in to take out the enemy before you could even activate your quirk.
It gave you slight comfort to know that you’d also be working with Todoroki. Even though the quiet boy never tried to spark up friendly conversation with you, he never took part in bullying you. He matched your power without hesitation when sparring, and on a couple of occasions when you were still eating in the lunchroom, he would sit at your table. Even though he claimed that it was because he didn’t want to be around any loud conversations, it still comforted you to know that at least someone wasn’t out to get you all of the time.
You stopped in the middle of the empty hallway, sighing to yourself. You no longer felt hungry, knowing that your day at your hellish school was now even longer. You considered texting one of your old friends from America, but you didn’t want to bother her. You knew that she was busy with an important internship, and you didn’t want to get yelled at.
You felt so alone at UA. You were so desperate for someone to be friends with that you even considered talking to Mineta at one point. And he was the first person that you had blacklisted when you had joined class 1-A.
You trudged over to the window and stared out, enviously watching students form small little groups to walk home with. Even from a distance, you could see their bodies shaking from laughter, their mouths forming large grins.
“Y/N?” A quiet voice asked, startling you. You whipped your head around, looking for the source. The hall was still completely empty, however. You shrugged to yourself. “I must be going crazy…” You mumbled to yourself.
“You’re not going crazy, don’t worry.” The voice said again. You spun around, your mind and body on high alert. Where the hell were they?
“Where are you? Who are you?” You asked, small pink sparks shooting from your fingertips. With a higher number of villain attacks happening lately, you were fearful that maybe one had slipped through UA’s security.
“I wanna be your friend.” The voice said sweetly. It seemed to be closer this time. A familiar perfume filled the air. “Wait…” You mumbled. I know that voice too. You stared hard at the end of the hallway, finally catching sight of the shoe that was peeking out from the corner.
“When are you guys going to grow up!” You spat, waving your arm in front of you. A small burst of energy shot out, bouncing off of an invisible body. Hagakure grunted, even though your attack was barely strong enough to hurt.
Jiro and Kaminari burst from the corner, laughing hysterically. “She was so confused!” Kaminari wheezed, practically rolling on the ground. Jiro was doubled over, tears falling from her eyes. “I wanna be your friend!” She repeated in a high pitched voice.
Anger began to bubble in your stomach, and you had to fight the surge of energy rushing through your blood. “I hate you.” You seethed, storming down the hall towards the duo.
When you were only a few feet away, you felt your quirk’s effects fade away. You groaned, knowing what the cause was.
“Y/N. That’s enough.” Aizawa called, irritation clear in his voice. “Go get your dinner, and then head to Ground Beta like I told you to. You too, Midoriya.”
You turned to face the short green-haired boy in slight surpirse. You had assumed that he would have snuck by you when your back was turned, probably to go talk to his friends about his unfortunate predicament without having to worry about exchanging any words with you.
Midoriya avoided your eyes, which didn’t surprise you. He hadn’t bothered to meet your gaze head-on since the incident with Koda. You huffed and shoved past Jiro and Kaminari, not bothering to apologize when Aizawa called your name.
Instead of heading towards the cafeteria like you were supposed to, you stormed towards the woods next to the school, which were blocked in by large walls.
“Stupid idiots. I hate them!” You seethed, throwing your backpack against a tree when you finally reached your desired location. “I already apologized, so why can’t they just accept it!”
No longer under the effects of Aizawa’s quirk, you formed a small ball of glowing pink energy with your hand. “Real hero’s wouldn’t bully someone for a mistake!” You chucked the ball at a rock, instantly regretting it.
As soon as the energy made contact with the hard surface, the rock exploded into many small, jagged chunks. A good number of them flew towards your face. You barely had time to throw your arms up to shield your face before they began to pelt your body.
You cried out when a particularly large one sliced your upper arm, shredding the sleeve of your uniform and sending a small spray of blood onto the ground. For a few seconds, all you could do was stare down at the stain, your chest heaving and your arms still raised.
Then, the tears began to fall. Your arms dropped to your sides in defeat, crimson red dripping down to the grassy floor below. “It’s not fair.” You sobbed to yourself. “I didn’t mean to do it. How come Bakugo gets to beat the life out of Midoriya and everyone is okay, but when I make one mistake everyone hates me?”
You dropped to your knees and curled in on yourself, trying to silence your cries. The last thing that you wanted was for someone to overhear and stumble upon the embarrassing scene. The bullying would probably get ten times worse if they knew that it was getting to you.
A twig cracking from behind you startled you, sending you flying to your feet again. You harshly rubbed the tears from your face, cringing when you realized that you were also smearing on the blood from your arms too.
“Who’s there?” You asked, trying to steady your voice. There was silence for a few moments, before a split-haired boy with pieces of shrubbery sticking out of his hair stepped out from the trees. You gasped quietly, before relief coursed through your body. He won’t mock me like the others.
“Todoroki…” You mumbled. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be eating dinner before our practice?” You asked.
He stared blankly at your face, and then your arms. “Yes. But I was speaking to Midoriya on his way out.” He began in his calm voice. “On my way back to the cafeteria, I heard a bang. I decided to check it out.”
You reached over and grabbed your bag, sniffling. “It was just me. I attacked a large rock.” You muttered. You slung your bag over your shoulder and approached him, reaching up to pluck a fallen leaf from his hair. He must have taken a more overgrown path to get here.
“What happened to your arms?” He asked, brushing his hand over his head to knock any other loose leaves to the ground. You looked down at your fresh cuts, wincing. Some were small, already done bleeding. Other’s however were quite long and still leaking red. Your uniform jacket was stained with the color.
This wouldn’t be the first time that you had to get a new jacket and shirt. You’ve had non-washable paint thrown at you, superglue spattered across your back, and extra rough “play” fighting sessions that left your clothes ripped and irreparable.
“I wasn’t able to protect myself in time from the small pieces of rock when it exploded.” You mumbled. “They ended up cutting me.”
Todoroki nodded, accepting your answer. “Well, you should probably go to Recovery Girl to get patched up before we head to Ground Beta.” He said. “Dinner will be over in an hour and you don’t want Mr. Aizawa to scold you for being late.”
You rolled your eyes at the mention of your grumpy teacher. “Yeah, whatever. I don’t care if he yells at me. I could be the number one student in our class, always perfectly on time, and have a perfected quirk. He’d still treat me like scum.” You grumbled.
Todoroki didn’t have a response, seemingly shocked at your statement. At least he didn’t say, “That’s not true”. You shuffled past him, being sure to avoid shoving him. The last thing you wanted was to get on his bad side.
While he didn’t bother to spark up conversations with you, or defend you when he was around your ruthless classmates, he also didn’t take part in their childish antics. Even if he was one of the only one who didn’t treat you like trash, he was still someone to sit next to, someone to feel comfortable around, even if you didn’t talk and laugh together.
To your surprise, Todoroki followed you all the way to the infirmary. When you reached the door, you paused and looked back at him. “I…I appreciate you coming with. But I know that this practice will probably be pretty rigorous. You should eat dinner so that you’ll have the energy to give it your all.” You murmured.
He hesitated for a moment, before nodding. “Alright.” Was all he said, before he continued down the hall and towards the cafeteria. You felt your heart drop. I hope I didn’t offend him. You had been secretly hoping that he would insist on staying.
You sighed and knocked on the infirmary door, before sliding it open. “Recovery Girl?” You asked quietly, peeking in. The short, older woman spun around in her chair, a small smile on her face.
At the sight of your bloodied arms, she gasped. “Y/N! What happened?” She asked, shooing you towards the bed closest to the door. You plopped down on the soft surface, groaning when you realized that she was going to lecture you again.
“I got really upset…so I threw an energy ball at a rock. It exploded and the small pieces cut me.” You explained. Recovery Girl shook her head at you, ‘tsking’ while she gathered her supplies.
“I’m not going to use my quirk on the smaller ones. Just the big, nasty looking ones. Let the small ones remind you that you need to be careful.” She chided. You shrugged your jacket off, thanking her.
Even though most of the faculty ignored your presence when they could, Recovery Girl was always just as kind to you as she was on your first day at UA. She was the only one to understand that what had happened with Koda was truly an accident, that you had been beating yourself up over it nonstop.
You were unsure if she scolded the other teachers and students when they inevitably spoke bad about you. Or if she expressed her true thoughts about their behavior when you would pay your regular visit to her office after being injured, again.
You had a feeling that even if she did regularly scold them, they probably wouldn’t listen. Hero’s were egotistical in your opinion, or at least the ones that you were surrounded by these days. They only cared about their image and their income. Why else would they be content with letting you get bullied each and every day?
You hissed in pain when Recovery Girl swiped an alcohol pad across your arm, rigorously cleaning the numerous cuts littering your once unmarked skin. “It’ll be over soon.” Recovery Girl said. “Maybe next time you get angry you’ll squeeze a stress ball instead.”
Despite the itching, burning pain you were feeling, you laughed at her small joke. “Thank you.” You mumbled, watching as she wrapped pristine white bandages around your arms.
“For healing you? Dear, that’s my job.” She said, standing to discard the now dirtied supplies. You shook your head. “No. Well, yes, that too.” You laughed again. “Thank you for never taking part in the ill-treatment.”
Suddenly, all humorous feelings faded, and you felt yourself tearing up again. Your bottom lip wobbled against your will. “I-I really appreciate it. Y-y’know I didn’t mean t-to hurt Koda. I-I-I-”
Recovery Girl cut you off, climbing up on the bed to sit next to you. She handed you a box of tissues, a comforting smile on her wrinkled face. “Y/N, I know that it was an accident. And I’ve told the others that too. I know it’s hard, but a real hero perseveres. You can make it through this, I know you can.”
She gently patted your leg. “You’re strong and your smart. With more practice, you can be completely in control of your quirk. I have no doubt that when you graduate you will become one of the greatest hero’s in our society.”
You blew into one of the tissues, thanking her with an almost comically shaky voice. She sighed, jumping off of the bed to check her computer. “You just have to be careful with your body. Sometimes you go way too hard. It’s the same issue that I see with Midoriya. I don’t want to see you permanently damaging your body.”
She pulled up a few files, printing them out. She handed the papers to you, gesturing to your arms. “This is your medical history just from being here. They all may seem like small injuries that are easily fixed, but if they continue to be inflicted upon your body then it could have larger effects.”
You nodded, trying to stop the tears that were still flowing down your cheeks. “Thanks. I’ll be more careful.” You sniffled. “I’ll work extra hard and be more careful. One day, you’ll see me on the news!”
You stood and pumped your fist in the air, smiling through your tears. You wanted to make her proud. Recovery Girl clapped in joy. “That’s my Y/N!” She cheered lightly. “Become the best hero that you can be!”
Your small moment was interrupted by the infirmary door sliding open. Standing in the doorway was Todoroki, with two trays balanced in his arms. “Oh?” Recovery Girl raised her eyebrows.
“I brought you dinner, just in case you wouldn’t have time after visiting the infirmary.” He said. You simply stared at him, surprised. He…brought you…dinner? He was actually thinking about you?
“Ah, come in then! You may eat in here if you wish.” Recovery Girl said, beaming. She gestured to the bed that you had been sitting at. “O-oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t w-want to bother y-you.” You stuttered. She waved her hands, shooting you a small wink.
You plopped back down on the bed, leaving space for Todoroki to sit next to you. He joined you, handing you a tray piled high with rice and curry. “I wasn’t sure what to get you.” He mumbled. “If you don’t like it then we can trade.”
You shook your head. “N-no! This is fine. Thank you, Todoroki.” You murmured. He didn’t respond, focusing on his dinner. It was the same silence that it always was, but it comforted you. You felt your heart grow a little warmer knowing that seemed to care enough that you needed to eat.
I’d like to be friends. You thought, smiling softly to yourself. You took a bite of your rice. You, Todoroki, are worthy of being a hero.
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snipe x popular streamer male reader
w: nsfw/slight dirty talk
it originally was a request, but i’ve decided to change it a little. hope it’s okay.
(y/un) — your username
you never knew your long tongue could turn your peaceful daily life into this.
“who’s my hero crush?”, you read from the chat panel, while continuing playing the game; thousands of people were watching you, “oh my god, let me think.. definitely snipe. the man is so fine and for what, huh?”
the chat starts to fill with “SAME—”, “our man is WHIIIPPED”, “(y/un) is simping~” and all other responses. you couldn’t help but start reading all the following questions. how could you not speak about the man as hot as snipe was?
“no homo, but i would suck him off if he’d tell me”, you giggle, the sound of your fingers clicking keyboard getting louder — your team was winning, “i’d let this man eat my ass like groceries.. yeeah, we won, guys!”
the chat was blowing with emojis and comments. “(y/un)-chan, you NEED to meet him!”, you see on your screen.
“bruh, i wish, man”, you reply after reading it out loud for everyone else, “i saw him like two times in real life, and when i tell you my knees were shaking”. you laugh again, your cheeks burning a little from the shyness this conversation was giving you; all the memories of you seeing your crush started running through your head again now. you suddenly remember something, “by the way, my friends invited me to this cool convention where heroes will be giving all this interviews and all that stuff, you know? aah, i hope snipe will be there”.
you never knew the fate was going to take your words literally. because you never knew someone like snipe could hear about some popular streamer talking sweet lewd nothings about him. a very pretty streamer.. just his type.
it was all fun once you and your friends came. the panels were very interesting, everything looked super bright and exciting. even all might was invited! he couldn’t stay for long, but still — everyone, including you, was happy to see him.
“i don’t know if this day could be better”, you confess to your friend after some guy asked you for a photo because they knew you from your streams. he wasn’t the first one this day already, but you actually loved to talk with your followers — they all were super nice and you wanted to give them as much joy as they were giving you by asking for a photo or just having a small talk with you.
“you think?”, your friend who was staring at something by your back smirked. you two were drinking bubble tea on the food area now. you didn’t like his malicious smirk, “then you better look behind you”.
and, god, it was a bad idea.
several heroes were standing together, talking about something, probably work or anything else. but something else caught your eyes — a person who was looking right at you, the mask hiding his face, but you just knew — he was staring.
you turn to your friend again. “i don’t like the way he looks at me. is he still watching? do you think someone told him about my words?”, anxiety started bubbling somewhere inside of your belly, “aah, he probably thinks i’m a weirdo”.
“(y/n), i don’t wanna be a bad news deliverer, but he’s approaching us”, your friend was having hard time trying not to laugh. that probably was the most ridiculous and embarrassing situation he ever participated in, “i mean.. you want me to leave you two alone, lovebirds? i don’t mind!”
“don’t you dare”, you hiss and grip his wrist. but it was too late — you physically feel some’s appearance by your back. someone tall, definitely dangerous.
“i apologize for my manners”, a voice that you would never mistake with any other. you turn around and face him.. oh no, no, no, “there’s no one who can introduce me to you, so i only can do it myself. you already know me, but i’m snipe. nice to meet you, (y/un)”.
“n..nice to meet you too, snipe-s..san”, you almost whisper. a quiet giggle leaves your friend’s mouth. he couldn’t help — you looked so embarrassed and confused. this day just couldn’t be better, you said?
“would you do me a favor and have a small talk with me?”, snipe’s voice even more attractive because of his mask. god, your knees were shaking as if you were a damn schoolboy on a date with a bad guy, “tete-a-tete?”
tete-a-tete? you look at your friend in a desperate ask of.. advice? help? the whole rescue team? anything! but he only gives you several excited nods, his eyebrows lifted and his eyes almost sparkling. god, you hated it here..
“i mean.. sure”, you ramble, playing with your fingers and looking at your shoes — suddenly they turned very interesting to look at. why didn’t you notice this little spot on them before?
snipe nods, and then turns around and goes somewhere. you don’t catch it first — that he was expecting you to follow him — but when you do realize it, you give your friend a sad, scared whine and then rush to follow a hero. all the way to somewhere you had no idea where was, you were staring at his wide back and shoulders that were hidden with a crimson cloak. his one hand was exposed, and you saw it so close for the first time — his tanned amazing skin, his muscles, the veins snaking to his fingers.. oh god, you were so mesmerized you didn’t notice the man stopping and it led to you bumping into his back clumsily.
“come in, don’t be scared”.
don’t be scared? oh, really? now, when he led you to an empty staff room, where his and, probably, some other heroes’s stuff were? when he followed you, when he closed the door by his back? when he locked it?
“eat like groceries, huh?”, his deep chuckle gives you chills. oh, god..
“listen, i’m sorry..”, you started, but hero made a step, approaching you, and you were cut off because you were too busy trying to press yourself into the table that was standing by your back. oh, that all was bad bad.
“no, no”, not noticing the table standing by your back before was a total mistake — it let snipe press his hands against it by the both of your sides; no escape.. no way back, “i don’t mind..”
what did he just say? he was so close you didn’t even understand his words first, doing your best literally not to faint.
“i kinda liked you being so vocal about your desires”, hero continued, his mask now face-to-face close to you.. but no touching, even his knee, being very close to yours, didn’t touch you, “wanna ask me about it right into my face, sweetheart?”
sweetheart.. oh, that was too much for your poor heart — you couldn’t help but whimper quietly and grip the fabric of his shirt with your fists.
“i promise i won’t touch you before you let me, ‘kay? and if you want me to let you g..”
“n..no, please!”, you pull him closer by his shirt that you were squeezing so hard and it was amusing almost — how you were in lead right now as if he wasn’t the trained hero here, as if he wasn’t the one who could immobilize you literally in a second, “pl..please.. i w..wanna make you feel good, sir..”
“you do?”, snipe chuckles and — god, yes, yes! finally! — touches your thighs. he squeezes your asscheeks and lifts you like it’s nothing for him (it probably is nothing for him), so you were sitting on that damn table now, “good news for me, kitty..”
you didn’t even notice how he got rid of your pants and underwear. where was it now? on the floor, probably? on the floor of the staff room; tens of heroes, hundreds of people being right by this door, and here you are — whining into hero’s palm that was shutting your mouth for you to be quiet. and you were thankful, you really were, because you couldn’t muffle your voice yourself; not when snipe himself was touching you between your legs, not when his mask was right next to your ear, whispering things you didn’t even dream of.
“such a good boy you are.. just my type”, he says, the metal of his mask cooling your probably burning neck. hero pulls back, but only to take a little foil square-shaped wrapper from his pocket. oh, he knew you was going to open your legs for him, he knew it.. he knew he will find you here today, and he was waiting to meet you.. so he could fuck such a long-tongued pretty-faced streamer properly. as you wished it yourself. and who snipe was to refuse to make such a sweetheart happy? when you asked him so nicely, “does it feel good to spread your legs for your favorite hero, my dear? oh, i’ll make sure you’re satisfied and treated as you wished it so.. i’m gonna be nice because it’s our first time, yeah? but don’t you think you’re going that easy the next one”.
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