#bloody izuku will always so hot for me

[cinnabananamon]

Yeah.. It's Pro Hero Deku meets High School Kacchan. PH Deku time travelled back and meet younger Katsuki only to be punched right after he arrived... LOL (it's friendly (?) I swear :D)

#bloody izuku will always so hot for me #katsuki enjoys riling deku up #they just beat each other friendly-ly #bakugoukatsuki #izukumidoriya #bkdk #bnha fanart #bakudeku #katsudeku #bnha deku #bnha katsuki #my hero academia

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader (fem bodied)

Contains: angst, death, reader dies, fluff to angst, mental problems/illness, suicidal thoughts, some dark stuff, pregnancy and a child,

Type of order: coffee (Angst), cupcake (oneshot), small hot chocolate (bit of fluff)

Words: 3259

A/n: I wanted to write angst again, so there it is. A special form this time. Diary entries. I hope you like it :) I recomend listening to All I want by Kodaline for the more painfull experience. ( I don't know how to put songs properly into a post so it looks a bit big, I am sorry)

Masterlist

3579, Musutafu city, Endeavor agency

Hi, shitty book,

today we started our internship at the agency of icy hot`s dad. He is a dipshit, what he did to his family is absolutely crucial, but he is a strong-minded old bastard and an awfully good hero. (But All-Might is far better). He dragged us through whole Musutafu only to tell me how weak I am. Pah, but at least shitty Deku is worse (he didn’t tell us this but I am sure he is). Well, now we get to the point where things get interesting. We met other hero students from Ketsubutsu high. They had their internship at Backdraft’s fire brigade. They were trying to extinguish a burning office building but to no avail. Then the most beautiful person stepped in front, and without our interference, they just extinguished the fire. They were so talented it took my breath away and their H/C hair was just magnificent. (Don’t you dare call me a simp now, because I am not). Well anyways, they were pretty decent locking. We, or Endeavor, talked with Backdraft to discuss the incident. Icy hot, Deku and I just waited, but the shitty nerd had the brilliant idea to talk to this person. Of course, I had to talk to them first. So I shoved Deku aside and started talking to them. I got a lot of information about them, they are annoying and a chatterbox. At least they are kind and somehow stubborn. Their name is Y/N. I hope I will never meet them again. Another person similar to Kirishima would be a pain in my ass.

See ya

3581, Musutafu city, My house

Well, a book full of shitty feelings, I need to tell you a lot. It’s been two years. Shigaraki, AFO, and their goons had to put our world into misery. We fought in a fucking war with 17 and now I feel like an old man. At least all of our classmates survived, even Izuku. The last two years were a rollercoaster of emotions, I really realized now that my behavior was wrong and I put the nerd's life into misery, because of me he has an inferiority complex. I apologized and he accepted, even though he shouldn't have. I was a horrible person, treated people shitty just to get my own will. I nearly died, but who cares. Well after those horrible years, every one of us was forced to go to this stupid psych doctor, and since then I have been a bloody weakling. I cry more often than I want to admit. Argh, it pisses me off. Even though these years have been shitty, I finally met Y/N again. They got more handsome/pretty than before, and we’re visiting the same doc for our shitty PTSD and stuff. Every time after a session we met up for a small snack in a newly built coffee shop. They enjoy strawberry frappes with extra whipped cream. Horribly sweet is the best, according to them. We become something like friends, but I hate this. I don’t want to be friends with them. It just doesn't fit. They probably think I am shit anyways.

They make my heart race, and my cheeks flush red whenever I see them. They make me go insane, I always have those dreams of us kissing under the stars, but somehow they are in a relationship. Argh, so annoying. Well then we have to be friends I guess, I am not that shitty to let them cheat on their partner. I am so jealous, but I suppress it.

Bye.

3581, Musutafu city, Coffee shop

Good news, or bad news. I don't know. I guess it's good for me but not for them. Their partner cheated on them and accordingly, I am the only friend they have. I swear to god I will find this stupid person and blow them up. How can someone cheat on someone so goddamn great? I would never. Besides that, I could never. One look at them and I am over the moon. I never imagined that I would ever talk about someone this cheesy, but they made me spineless. Only when I am with them of course, I do still kick villains in their asses. Maybe one day, when they are healed from this incident I will tell them, but for now, I will be their supportive friend. I am on patrol at the moment, so I have to get going.

Bye

3581 Musutafu City, My house

Hello,

today Yn and I are visiting Izuku and Uraraka, to get some friendship bonding done, or as they call it a double date. Pathetic, we arent even dating. How could they call it this when they are the only couple. Anyways, we are going to an adventure park and I hate this. The huge rollercoasters make me feel uncomfortable. It's way too fast and too high. Just no, it's awful. But I don't want to look weak, even if I learned that expressing my feelings is not a bad thing. I am a hero. I shouldn't be scared of some shitty rollercoaster.

It was the most shitty experience I ever had. We rode the scariest rollercoaster in the park, and everyone fucking enjoyed it and I was screaming like a baby. So embarrassing. Y/N needed to comfort me, I enjoyed it but still. That's so weak of me. It's my job to protect them, not the other way around. I wish I wasn't such a weak and pathetic being. Well no I stop with the self-pity, that's even worse. I even didn't tell them what I feel for them, I was just so overwhelmed that I forgot it.

I fucking hate my pathetic ass.

3581 Musutafu City, My house

The Therapist wanted to see me more often, because of some sort of relapse. He doesn't have any clue what he's talking about. I am fine. Nothing bothers me, I just hate myself, what's the problem. I always did and I always will there is nothing to worry about. It's not like I want to die or something. Even though after some missions I think I should have died. YN got hurt last week. She only had a small concussion, but it was all my fault. I should have been hurt instead of them. According to my therapist, journaling and continuing to write in this shitty diary should make me feel better, but I don't feel any better. I still feel guilty for all the people I can't and couldn't save. I am supposed to rescue them. I am a soldier, not a whiny little brat. I haven't talked to Yn since they got out of that creepy hospital. They have this sad look on their face every time they see me and my heart breaks every time I see them, but if I would still talk to them and continue having feelings I would only hurt them. I just can't protect them, it would be better if I never met them.

Bye

3581, Mustafa city, Explosion agency

Yn confronted me today and to be honest they are so attractive when they are angry. They yelled at me for ignoring them for the past few months. I told them everything that I felt for them and what I thought would be the best. Even though they were furious about not telling them earlier, they comforted me (once again) telling me that I am not a God. I can't save everyone and it's not my job to do so, even though it's sad it's true. They promised to stay in my life and reassured me that they could handle themselves. After that I found a bit of hope, we skipped the talking phase and went over to dating. I listen to the advice of my therapist and try to do the things he tells me. It improved my mental state and I can now cope with little mistakes during missions. I no longer want to do reckless things to get hurt and I started to sleep better. I am currently reflecting on my childhood and improving things. I honestly tried to clean up my mistakes from my past. I talked with my mother about this and told her that I need a break from her. Yn was always by my side during these times. They are the right ones and I want to marry them, but that's something for the future. But for now, we need to heal our souls and become financially stable.

See you soon

3584 Hawaii, Our hotel

It's been a while, hasn't it? I haven't written in ages but now as I am finally mentally stable again, I thought about writing down what happens in my life and using this diary as an actual diary and not just some sort of self therapies. You will never guess what happened. I finally had the guts to ask Yn if they wanted to marry me and they said yes. I am so happy. They make me happy. Our wedding was incredible. Kirishima, my best man, put together an amazing speech. I tried to hide it, but I sobbed a bit. My favorite part was the wedding dance. That was when I realized I finally married the most perfect person in the whole world. Our vows were heartfelt and I will always remember them. I will remember how wonderful they locked. I will definitely glue a photo of our wedding onto this book.

At the moment we are on our honeymoon and I can't stop feeling happy. All the happiness that I never experienced, I experience now. Yn really makes me happy, their smart ass, their romantic side, their angry side, and everything else is what I love about them. Without them, my life would probably still be dark and sad. They lit my life on fire and I hope it will never extinguish. Never tell them I said that or well wrote it. They will tease me for being cheesy. We are thinking about starting a family, but for now, we will have a happy life together and when we have kids we still are as happy as we are now.

Bye for now, we will have some time for ourselves.

3585, Musutafu city, Bakugou household

I am back to write again and we finally got a dog and for my misfortune a cat. (Yn wanted it and they always get what she wants it's annoying, their puppy eyes can screw themselves) This bastard of a cat always wants to be pet. It just wants me probably because I am so hot (wink wink). Yn is happy with this shitty cat and sometimes I think that they love this animal more than me. It can be only one in this household to receive all their love and it's going to be me.

Another happy news is that Yn is finally pregnant. We don't know the sex yet but it doesn't matter anyway because we will love it unconditionally. The baby bum is not to be seen yet and no one knows because of the risky three months but I am so excited for our little monster. I should be careful how I call our little baby or Yn will scold me again for calling it a monster. Even though our little munchkin isn't even born yet, I love this child with everything I have. I never thought domestic life was something for me, but it indeed is. I would never do something different.

I will update you when our baby is born. See ya

3586, Musutafu city, Bakugou household

It's a girl. YAY. We finally can hold our little one. The birth was horrifying. Yn was screaming the whole time and they crushed my hand. I was so afraid that something would go wrong, but yn did so well. I love them both so much, my heart bursts with love and happiness at the moment. I really changed, haven't I? If I could tell my fifteen-year-old self that I would love my family and live a domestic life he would probably laugh and cringe. These past months, no years, since yn is by my side, were just too good to be true. It's like a dream come true. My feelings are flying all around and I don't feel like myself. Kiri already calls me soft. I am not soft, I just learned how to love correctly and how to express my true feelings. Hero work will now be extra difficult, I don't want to worry my little sunshine. She deserves the world and I want to live for her and guarantee her a beautiful life without pain (even though that might be hard).

I am the happiest man alive.

3589, Musutafu City, Bakugou household

My little girl can crawl now, and it's a pain in the ass. She is always on tour, through the house. Yn and I are always on track to keep her safe and it's exhausting. This little bundle is full of life and we can't get a hold of her. To be honest I hope she never loses this kind of liveliness. This child really is fulfilling my life. Hero work is getting more and more stressful, because of this one idiot who thinks he can just walk around and poison people, which results in many deaths. I hope I can fight him, to guarantee my little girl that she can live in safety. This bastard is causing a lot of losses among the heroes. Even Izuku doesn't know how to approach this fucking piece of shit. We will fight him at all costs. My girl will grow up in safety, I don't want her to experience the things I had to go through, the war, the abuse, the self-hatred, the depression, and all the other shitty stuff. A happy and fulfilled life is what she deserves.

It's getting late and I really should go to sleep, or Yn will drag me to bed, shouting at me for having a bad sleeping schedule. Even though they stay up all night to watch these ridiculous romance animes.

See ya

3595, Musutafu City , Hospital

It's been a while. There are some good news I suppose and a lot of bad ones. Our daughter got enrolled in first grade. She is really happy and bubbly just like Yn. Seeing her growing up lets my heart ache. One day she will grow up and become a successful and beautiful woman. I am glad that the current political situation is too hard to, understand for her, but I still notice that her parents are stressed and busy, but she still tries to cheer us up. Truly, she is an angel. The villain I told you about…. appeared and killed more than 100 people by now. We could get a chance on fighting him, but he couldn't get caught. Yn got hit by his quirk…. it is still not sure if the poison is out of their blood system, but it doesn't look good. They didn't wake up in the last 4 hours since the incident happened, but I need to be hopeful. They can't die, not now. Our daughter just got into school. I can't lose them. They are the light of my life. I just overcame the last rock bottom, I can't survive another one. Without them, the world would be dark and even our daughter could never fill the void that Yns death would leave. Even though I don't believe in god, I hope that some high might save them. I just want to take them home and continue living my life. The fight was hard and I couldn't even protect them. I was useless, just like I've always been. We still wished us luck to get out there safely, but we didn't kiss or said the typical I love you. I regret it so much. I want to turn back time, to say everything I want them to know. I love them so much, it is sometimes unbearable and without her, I would never have become the man I am now.

I will have to have hope, they will make it out alive.

3600, Musutafu, Bakugou house

They didn't make it. They died weeks after I wrote the entry. I couldn't tell you back then. I was, no I am a broken man. Only a shadow of the person I was. Their death had made me into the monster I was before I met them, I am coldhearted and stoic. I don't see the purpose in life anymore. Every day the pain clung to me like a nasty shadow. I want this to end, but I can't since Dn will suffer even more. Losing her parent took her bright soul away, and she now tends to become like me, and I really hope I can change that. I am a horrible person. She shouldn't be like me. She should be like Yn, kind, smart, brilliant, and overall wonderful. Maybe it's because I miss Yn so much that I want our daughter to be their replacement or it's my wish. I can't separate these thoughts anymore. I think I want both. Everything is beyond pointless in this life. Getting up, bringing Dn to school, and going to work. This cycle is more exhausting now than ever, there is no happy person to come home to anymore. No one asks what villain you kicked into jail or questions about the students from UA, who are doing their internships. I just want my happy domestic life back and my partner. I miss them so much, it's unbearable. It would be just better if I could be with them. It would be better If I died...

3601, Musutafu city, Bakugou house

I took revenge. The bastard who killed Yn is dead. I killed him with my bare hands. To protect my daughter and all the other citizens. I felt fulfilled for one second, but then I realized that this act would never give me Yn back. It was pointless. at least I got also hit with his quirk before he died. I am so sorry Dn for dying and leaving you completely alone, but I also couldn't continue this life without Yn. I hope you can forgive me... I want you to be yourself and fight for the things you believe in. I want you to be the best of yourself. Please don't be sad for too long. I was never the dad that you deserved. I hope Kirishima will take care of you...

Her weak finger caressed the blood stains on the wrinkled paper.

Tears clouded her vision as she closed the orange notebook. Her uncle patted her on the back and tried to hold her close. “Your dad really loved them. I am sorry. He just really loved Yn. The villain released him from his agony. It's not your fault you were so little you weren't able to protect them.” he tried to comfort her. But comforting was unnecessary. Her parents are dead, killed by a crazy poisoned guy. She hated this guy, even though her father already killed him. The diary should have been some kind of present from her uncle, but it felt like a curse. The rain pattered o both of them “Let's go inside or we will catch a cold. We can visit them tomorrow.” Kirishima grabbed her by her arm and got her away from the graveyard.

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[midoriaww]

Your Izuku writing is 💋🤌 chefs kiss, so good. Prompt #3 in fluff I feel like would be so cute with grown up hero Midorya, with some sweet romantic tension if you feel like writing about it! Not really sure how detailed a request senario should be, but I was thinking something along the lines of coffee shop, reader is the barista at a cafe that Iz frequents (long time crush type thing going on, where they both like eachother but are too shy to say). Reader spills coffee everywhere as Izuku walks in. its funny at first, cue prompt, all cute laughs… but then he gets serious when he realises she has burnt her hand or something lol. And thenn she wants to get on with her shift but he wont let her until her hand is all treated... ✨romanic tension✨. Very cliche, but im a sucker for those coffee shop fics... honestly take it in whatever direction cause your writing is awesome !

[Author's notes:

You have no idea how happy this ask made me and I loved your concept so I did my best to do it justice. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait!

summary: Y/N works at a coffee shop where ProHero!Deku frequents and one evening, an accident brings them closer than ever.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, lack of proof-reading, Y/N gets burnt]

The attack was over in seconds. The pro heroes had ended the villainous tyranny as quick as they had arrived on the scene, barely breaking a sweat. Yet they remained humble; smiling and waving to the crowds, reassuring the residents that they were now safe.

You watched them from the large window of the coffee shop where you worked, the crowds gathering around the heros and cheering. The sun blared off the heros armour like a God. Soon enough, though, the heros made their leave to make sure the villain was locked away for good.

You sighed as you watched everyone disperse, going back to their normal lives. As much as you enjoyed watching the heros at work, a part of you wished that someone else would turn up - someone you'd had your eye on for a very long time. A hero by the name of Deku. He would come into the coffee shop sometimes and although he was mostly always wearing casual clothing, you recognised him from a few major fights around town. You had seen his resilience in the face of evil and it was admirable, to say the least. Not to mention, he was super cute and always thanked you when you served him coffee with a smile.

However, in the few weeks that you had met, he never once engaged in more than small talk. Was he just too busy? Did he find me boring? You had thought. Or was he genuinely interested in what my commute to work was like?

Your contemplation was interrupted by your boss talking beside you. "Bloody miracle no one got hurt. That villain was huge!" She commented, hands on her hips and looking out the window. "Those heroes are pretty strong to take down a guy like that." You just nodded.

"The only drawback is...they stole all our customers!" Your boss groaned dramatically. You laughed a little as you surveyed the empty café. The brown leather armchairs looked so lonely for once. A bit of dust swirled in the sunlight beside it and the chairs by the windows had been knocked over as people had scrambled to the doors a few minutes ago. I guess it's always exciting to see a fight go down; you even stopped brewing coffee just to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Your boss looked over to you, smiling smugly. "Sorry your heartthrob hero didn't turn up this time."

"What are you talking about?" You squeaked, trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

"Oh come on, Y/N! We both know that you've got the hots for that hunk of broccoli man and it seems like he does too." She teased, leaning her back against the counter.

You were about to laugh at how your boss referred to Deku but then you realised... "You think he likes me too?" You asked incredulously, eyes wide.

She scoffed with her usual dramatics, her voice becoming louder and more enthusiastic. "Yes! You really haven't noticed?"

You shook your head and half shrugged. "I mean...he's always nice to me?"

An eyeroll from the taller lady. "Y/N." She looked down at you under her eyebrows almost pitifully but with a knowing smile. "You should have seen him the other day. After you served him."

You urged her to go on with a curious look.

"You were serving coffee to that old guy by the window and you read out the menu when he forgot his glasses. I was working very hard doing managerial things," You giggled at that. "when I realised...he was totally checking you out!"

Your face exploded in a red flush. "Y-you're kidding!"

Her head shook furiously. "No way! He looked completely whipped by you."

The fact that your boss was telling you this was making your cheeks burn, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Was this true? Did Deku really like you? The thought sent a smile to your face, a giddy feeling rushing through your body.

Deku had always caught your attention - along with many others - because of his selfless acts of kindness and heroism. Those green eyes were so full of wonder and every time he reached for the coffee cup you handed him, you noticed the thin scars across his knuckles. You hoped that he didn't catch you staring but you also wished that you could trace your hands over his, feeling the broken skin now healed. You wanted to know all his stories. But you were both too shy to initiate any contact.

The time was now 4pm which meant it was almost the end of your bosses shift so you took this moment to clear the tables of mugs and saucers, making sure everything was spotless, since you'd be serving for a few more hours. You took a lot of pride in your job because you genuinely enjoyed it - serving interesting people coffee and watching as they carried out their lives - it was a form of meditation that you'd come to crave. Sure, there were days where you felt like your head was going to explode from trying to keep track of everything or a nasty customer would give you grief, but honestly, you were content with just being here - making a difference in the smallest of ways. You wondered about Deku in this moment; does he feel the same way?

It was only going to be you left in the shop this evening which you were fine with since it was a Tuesday night and it didn't get very busy usually. You grabbed your phone and set up your playlist, connecting it to the shop speakers.

Your boss emerged from the back of the store with her bag and stuffed her brown apron into it. "Can you make sure the dishwasher goes on tonight? Jacob didn't put it on last shift." She groaned with an eyeroll. 

You smiled and nodded. "Will do."

"Oh, and remember to-"

"Set the alarm before I leave. Let me guess, he didn't do that either?" You couldn't help but giggle at your bosses irritated face.

"Well, at least I know the shop is in safe hands tonight." She sighed and gathered the last of her things. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she headed for the door with a wave.

Once you farewelled her, you took a deep breath and looked around. The shop was quiet for now but you knew that people would still come at this time in the afternoon and you wanted to make their time after work a pleasant one. Therefore, you took extra care in rearranging the wooden chairs neatly, wiping the tabletops until they sparkled and fluffing up the embroidered pillows on the brown leather couches. You had always felt a certain sense of care in relation to your job. When faced with a challenge or task, you found a great attitude always made things easier and more enjoyable. After all, you are what you think.

The sound of passing cars and the occasional train horn were mixed with the chatter of a couple of patrons and the gentle clinking of porcelain. Your music playlist had mellowed into a relaxing Japanese song and in that moment - carefully drying a glass with a striped teatowel - you felt truly at peace. And as you greeted the customer walking through the door with a chime, you made a promise to yourself to make this day an enjoyable one for all.

A couple of hours later, you were in the middle of making a flat white for one of the few customers that sat scattered around the shop. The strong scent of coffee filled your senses as you poured the steaming milk into a mug skillfully. Doing this had become second nature to you, but even so, you never really tired of it. No two coffees were really the same. You took a moment to swirl the milk back and forth to create a pattern in the froth and placed the copper mug on a matching saucer. The customer thanked you wholeheartedly as you placed the art in front of them at their table with a smile. A polite but genuine interaction.

As you were walking back to the counter, you heard the bell chime above the door and spun your head around to greet them. However, your voice sort of failed you once you saw who it was.

"Deku?" You asked, surprised. This seemed to startle him as he hurried to shush you.

"U-um, I don't want to be recognised." He half-whispered to you, looking around.

You felt bad for almost outing him but did he really think that black beanie was going to disguise him? After all, you recognised him almost straight away. You softly winced an apology and led him to the counter. 

"Well then...what can I get you, stranger?" You joked with a friendly smile in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work because he laughed a little and you could see his shoulders visibly relax. 

"I'll have whatever you feel like making."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're letting me decide?"

He nodded a little too enthusiastically which you found cute and leaned on the wooden counter. 

You couldn't help but giggle and take on his challenge. "Alright, won't be long then, sir."

He blushed a little and took a seat by the counter. "Call me Izuku."

You nodded in response casually and went back to filling the coffee pot, although, on the inside you were ecstatic at having permission to use his real name.

It was mostly silent between the two of you as you made his drink but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, actually, he seemed to enjoy watching you. His green eyes followed your every action, taking in the slow way you stirred the chocolate powder with a bit of hot water. Even this small action seemed to calm him and the smell was divine.

You almost took him by surprise when you placed the mug in front of him with a smile.

"Done already?" He asked, eyes wide and full of excitement.

You nodded and leaned against the counter, smiling proudly. "I make this a lot at home so..."

Izuku listened intently but when he realised you had nothing else to say, he brought the mug up to his lips, the steam kissing his freckled face.

It was a dark chocolatey colour and there were a few specks of dark brown - a spice that he recognised the smell of immediately - cinnamon. Although, when he tasted the beverage, there was another flavour he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was stronger than cinnamon and sort of nutty but with a similar warmth.

"It's my favourite way to make hot chocolate; with a little bit of cinnamon and a pinch of ground cloves." You explained.

Izuku's smile matched the warmth of the drink and he curled his scarred fingers around the mug. "I love it. Thank you." 

Although you were used to genuine thanks in this job, gratitude from the Number 1 Hero was beyond belief. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you struggled to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so beautiful - an impossible shade of green - with no malicious intent. Surely these weren't the same eyes that faced dangerous villains on the daily?

"Um...what do I owe you?" He suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from your daydreams. You cocked your head to the side, confused, until he pulled out his wallet (was that All Might on the front of it?) and began to start sifting through it. 

"What? No, nothing! It's on the house." You flustered, shaking your hands in rejection. 

"I can't just take it for free. Here." Izuku persisted, holding out some money to you. 

"No, really, it's fine. I wanted to make it for you anyway." 

"Just because I'm the Number One Hero, doesn't mean I can't pay for a drink." 

"I'm not saying that-"

"Look, just take it. Please."

"No."

Clink. The money is put in the tip jar. Silence takes over as you stare at each other. You can see the smile creeping onto his face and you both begin to laugh, seemingly taken aback by both of your childishness. 

"I never knew you were so stubborn." You joked, wiping away a warm tear from your sudden laughing fit. 

"The same goes for you." His smile is infectious.

After quickly serving a customer, you smirked a little at Izuku as he continued to sip at his drink. "So, that's your disguise, huh?" 

The hero brought up his hand to his head, fixing the black beanie atop his dark green waves.

"I mean, it suits you, but why don't you want to be recognised?" You pondered, steaming some milk. "I thought heroes liked getting noticed?" 

He seemed a little sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down shyly. "Well, um...the truth is...I wanted a chance to ask you out properly." 

Did you hear him right? Did the Deku just say he wanted to go out with you? 

Your heart was pounding in your chest like never before. You suddenly felt very hot, namely, in your right hand. Wait, why was that? 

You winced all of a sudden, dropping the mug with a loud clatter. A few customers snapped their attention over from the sound. 

Deku's eyes widened a little and stood up. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

You shook your head, profusely, embarrassed at making such a mess and acting like a fool in front of him. "N-no, it's fine." 

He felt bad for making you drop the drink you were making but his guilty thoughts were immediately replaced by concern once he saw the careful way you held your right hand. 

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked, with a seriousness in his voice that you'd never heard before. And although you said you were fine, your watery eyes said otherwise. 

"I-it's just a burn. No biggie." You smiled a little at him, searching under the counter to grab a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. But before you could, Izuku's hand gently grasped yours, making you look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he inspected the burn on your hand, careful not to touch it. His hands were hot from the beverage and most likely from his previous embarrassment. 

"You should put this under cold water for a few minutes." He recommended like a doctor, scanning around the back counter for a sink. 

You shook your head slightly. "It's okay. I've got coffee orders to make." Your stubbornness was showing again and Izuku noticed it, becoming more serious, but also concerned. 

"Y/N, don't worry about it. It's my job to help people. Now, go." There was no arguing with him so you retreated to the back and ran your burnt hand under the cool water. It hurt at first but it quickly became soothing and you knew that you needed to keep it submerged for a while. A sigh escaped your lips once you were alone, having nothing to do but think about Izukus confession. The thought of going out with him was like a dream. You had liked him for so long and you craved to know more about him, other than just his pro hero work. You wondered what he did in his spare time, what he liked to eat, what his favourite movie was, what it was like to kiss him? You blushed at the thought of his lips, but you couldn't help it; they just looked so kissable and his smile was to die for. Maybe he had thought about kissing you too?

After a few more minutes, you emerged from the back to see more people than you've ever seen in your coffee shop, all huddled around the counter. Deku was in the middle of it, beanie now discarded and doing his best to fulfill orders that he received from his doting fans. 

Oh, no. This is bad. Does Izuku even know how to make coffee? You thought to yourself.

Yet, the Number One Hero seemed to be doing incredibly, serving out drinks left, right and center. You were impressed. Another thing you didn't know about him. 

Thankfully though, you realised that it was late and stepped forward to announce the closing call. Deku helped you file the people out of the coffee shop, happily farewelling his supporters into the night. 

Once everyone had left, you turned the sign around to display that the cafe was now closed, and thank God for that. You heaved a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding onto. "Well...that was something." You joked, your hand on your hip as you smiled at Izuku. 

He chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beanie and dusting coffee grains off it. "Sorry about that. I got recognised." 

You scoffed and smirked at him, walking back over to the counter. "What did you expect? Your disguise wasn't exactly genius." 

He laughed a little, shuffling his feet. 

You bit your lip in the silence. "And, um, you're incredibly handsome too, so..." You shrugged a little. Oh my gosh, I'm flirting with Deku. 

His smile grew and his eyes softened as he stared at you. "Thank you." 

Another patch of comfortable silence. 

"How's your hand now?" He asked, breaking the stillness and stepping closer to you. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off his body from how close he was and you could slightly smell hot chocolate on his breath. Gently, he took your injured hand in his larger ones and examined it. He sighed. "If only I had a healing quirk." 

This made you laugh. "Don't be silly. Your quirk is way cooler than that." Your smile softened as you looked at him. "But, thank you. It'll heal by itself sure enough." You reassured him with an angelic smile that made his heart melt. He suddenly remembered why he came here tonight. 

"Um, Y/N...so, would you like to go out with me?" He had done it. He had asked. But that didn't stop his heart from hammering in his chest and his mouth from feeling dry. He awaited your answer nervously, fiddling with the beanie in his warm hands. 

When he glanced up again, your lips connected with his in a short but electric kiss. "Does that answer your question?" A whisper against his lips.

Izuku smiled, pulling you close by the waist. "So, you've been waiting for this as long as I have, then?" 

You tangled your hands through his hair and beamed up at him. "Longer."

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[amy-maguire]

Toga.. that's me. Chapter 3 - Passion Store in My Knife

As the chocolate had started to melt, Toga had to remind Izuku to start eating it again so it wouldn’t become mushy and not good to eat. “Sorry!! I’ll eat it. I guess I just.. I’m still worried about you..!” Toga nodded, “I’m okay.. Like I said, just feeling a little bit sick..” She replied. Izuku nodded, frowning “Well, I guess it just seems like it’s.. More than that..! I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t pry though!” He apologized, waving his hands around a bit embarrassed before finally taking a bite of the chocolate. It was good, and he finished the whole thing in a couple of minutes. “Thank you again..!” He said and Toga smiled, “Of course! It’s my treat!” She exclaimed before a waiter came up to their table. “What can I get you?” They asked. 

“Give us a minute to order!” Toga explained and then picked up a menu as well as Izuku. Izuku could feel the waiter's eyes on them, he was probably assuming they were a couple right now. “Should I tell him it’s not like that- No then she’ll think I assumed that and well- I- Crap I don’t know, WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT THIS!” He thought his face turning redder by the second. “Are you alright sir?” The waiter asked, “I’m um.. I’m fine- It’s just hot in here!” He said, attempting to explain his embarrassment. Toga giggled, “It’s fine!” She said, smiling a big smile and then looking at him. 

He was gorgeous.. He was so so pretty, and beautiful, and strong.. And so many other words that she couldn’t pin down. The way he held himself was pretty, and the way he used that quirk of his, and the way he asked if everyone was okay and yet analyzed their every move. He was stunning.. “He’s so pretty..” Toga daydreamed as Izuku continued to explain himself to the waiter. “He’d look.. He’d look prettier bloody..” She thought, reaching down into her UA pocket for the dagger that normally would have been there but wasn’t. She always had bizarre thoughts like that, thoughts about people bleeding, thoughts about people right before she stabbed them. “Right.. I’m her right now..” She remembered.

“It’s fine sir really!” The waiter chuckled, “We can turn the temperature down if it’s bothering you that much!” He gestured towards the thermostat in the corner. “N-no I just-” He sighed very much embarrassed. “Give me a minute to look at the menu..” He trailed off trying his best to shrink into the corner and pretend he was a part of the wall. “Look what you got yourself into..” He thought, before finally looking at the menu.

That’s when Ochako finally made it down to the dorm commons. “Seems everyone is asleep..” She observed, before seeing Iida sitting on the couch with his nose in a book. “Well, except our class rep.” She thought, deciding to check on him as well. “Um.. hey Iida!” She said, tapping on his shoulder. Iida perked up, put a bookmark in his book, and then looked at her. “Hello Uraraka! Did you need anything?” He asked before noting the time and frowning, “We should both probably be heading to sleep right about now.” Ochako sighed, “I was just wondering if you’d seen um..” She blushed, “Deku?” Iida smiled, “Midoriya? Oh no I haven’t seen him for a while. Not since he headed out to train.” His expression shifted, “I hope he’s not overworking himself..” Ochako nodded in agreement. 

“Oh.. well thank you! Are you doing alright?” she asked and Iida nodded. “I’m reading a book that came out recently! It’s called, ‘The blood was warm. I like that.’ I know it sounds like a quite violent title, but I heard from Ashido that I should check it out!” Ochako thought that sounded interesting and smiled, “I’m glad you found something you might like!” She exclaimed before turning her attention back to what she was actually here for. “Anyways, I’m going to go see where Deku is now..!” She explained and Iida nodded. “I can go with y-” BOOM. The dorm doors swung open and in walked Bakugou with some groceries and an annoyed look on his face. Iida put his book down and waved his hands, “Bakugou how many times have I told you not to come into the dorms in such a loud fashion!! Especially at this time of night! Our classmates are trying to get their much needed rest and you-” 

“Will you shut up?!” Bakugou interrupted him. “Jeez.” He sighed, closing the door behind him and walking in, Iida’s annoyed commentary following him. After setting his groceries down on the table by the couch he looked at Ochako. “What happened to the thing with Deku? I know you were denying it, where is he?” He asked, serious. Ochako flushed before frowning remembering what she was doing. “Stop joking with me, this isn’t funny!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms. Bakugou scowled, “You, stop joking with me!” He said and Iida finally stopped his chastising and looked at them both, “Is something going on between you two?” He asked, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. 

Bakugou looked at Iida, “It may not be any of your business, but maybe you can sort this out.” He sighed. “I was at the corner store maybe 45-50 minutes ago. And I walk in and pink cheeks is buying chocolate saying it’s for the nerd. She skips off and low and behold I come back and Deku’s gone and she’s denying she even went there!” Ochako frowned. “Because I didn’t!! I’ve been in my dorm for the last couple of hours sleeping! I really don’t know what’s going on Bakugou, please stop messing with me!” Iida looked at them both, neither seemed to be lying and were going to continue defending their point. “Well one of you has to be correct.” Iida said, “Or maybe you both are.” He pointed out and Bakugou lifted an eyebrow, “How the heck can we both be right?” He asked and Iida shook his head. “We can ask Midoriya, and if you really want to find out, ask the store clerk. However, that may be pushing boundaries just a slight bit.” He explained. “I guess.. That would work! Deku wouldn’t lie!” Ochako said and Bakugou scowled. “Fine, I’ll prove you wrong.” He said. Iida rubbed the bridge of his nose and picked up his book. “Let’s make this quick so we can all go to bed. We need to track down Midoriya anyway he needs to sleep too.”

That’s when they started to walk out the doors leaving Bakugou’s groceries appealingly on the counter. “Let’s make this fast.” Bakugou said, reinforcing Iida’s point and so they all walked over to Izuku’s usual training spot. “He’s not here!” Ochako exclaimed, “See I’m right!” Bakugou glared at her, “That doesn’t prove anything.” she said. Why was he so adamant about this anyway? It was just some chocolate after all. But it was more than that. It was his gut, his gut feeling that the Ochako he was talking to now was different from the “Ochako” he had talked to earlier. He wasn’t going to let something bothering him like that slip. So, after a little bit of arguing, Iida got them to agree to go to the corner store, and explained that Izuku was probably being smart and going inside to rest. “If he’s sleeping I don’t want to knock on his dorm.” He explained, but Bakugou shook his head. “He doesn’t need the sleep.”

Iida sighed tired of the constant bickering. “We’ll figure this out you two just take some deep breaths.” Ochako nodded and breathed, Bakugou practically snorted and then they kept walking. “This is going to be a long night..” Iida thought, and he was right. 

Meanwhile, Izuku had calmed himself and they both ended up ordering a normal ramen with water. Something simple and cheap. That was like Ochako, cheap, simple, and genuine. Toga smiled, “How do you like it Deku-kun?” She asked, taking another bite of her ramen. “It’s good, thank you!” He replied looking at her, he was starting to forget his discomfort. “We should do this more often!” She offered and Izuku flushed. “Me? Me and her? ME AND HER TOGETHER MORE OFTEN OH MY GOSH!?” He thought and turned bright red again. 

“He’s adorable.” She thought and her smile creeped into a more obsessive gaze. “I love the way he looks when he’s embarrassed. I love the way he looks when he’s doing anything.” She leaned closer to him, over the table, the vial in her pocket swirling around like her heart was. “I love him.” She giggled not realizing just how close she was getting to him. Just how much she was staring at him. Just how much she was breaking her persona and the lies were trickling through. 

Izuku noticed, “U-uraraka?” He asked, at first blushing thinking that she was joking with him. But she didn’t stop, she had become entranced and she stood up and walked over to his side of the table. “Izuku..” She trailed off, unaware of her trance. Izuku’s heart fell to his stomach. But not in love, something was off. This.. this was a villain it had to be. 

He’d seen that gaze before somewhere but where could it- Snap. Toga was out of her trance and she frowned quickly feeling the fear rise in her chest. “I-I’m sorry..!” She exclaimed trying to come up with some lie to justify this. “I..I don’t know what came over me I..” She rambled worrying that her secret would soon come to light. “E-excuse me for a second..!” She said and ran to the restroom shutting the door and locking it. Had she ruined it..? Was her passion and love for him not good enough? Why couldn’t he want her..? 

She looked at the mirror in the bathroom and saw the brunette looking back at her. It made her angry to see Ochako’s face. Her beautiful horrendous face. The vial in her pocket moved around and she wanted to reach for her knife. She wanted to stab Ochako so bad. Watch her plead for her mercy and then never see her again. Because she was so.. She was so jealous! Why couldn’t she have everything Ochako had? WHY!? Passion for her love and hate for Ochako built up in her chest and without thinking she punched the reflection in the mirror. 

Crack.. This date was falling apart. And she hadn’t even gotten to stab her yet..  

{End of Chapter 3}

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[cryptiql]

— HOW THEY CRY (ft. INSECURITIES) !

featuring: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and vomiting (but it doesn't actually happen)

like no one is watching. as one for all's successor and all might's apprentice, the spotlight clings to him like a bad omen, heralding the desecration of his pedestal if he so much as lingers on the doubts that cloud his mind. izuku's tear ducts are built like niagara falls, so in spite of his attempts to stand firm, they always push fat, syrupy tears from his eyes to dampen the deep green hues retreating behind their tightly clenched lids. such a maudlin boy can't help but cry when the whole world seems to cave under his feet, especially when he's supposed to be the one carrying it on his shoulders, and that's why it hurts. izuku is exhausted—mind, body and soul aching for some well needed rest—and society still expects him to smile despite everything. wave after wave of bitter tears dapple the clusters of freckles on his cheeks, catching under the moon's pale glow, but their beauty does not make it any less painful.

why can't you be stronger? he can almost hear the voices of the previous holders, cold and callous, ringing in his ears. through blurred vision, izuku sees toshinori standing before him, an illusion weaved from the threads of lies, the traces of bitter sentimentality swirling in his gaze.

"you'll never be me."

katsuki's tears are hot and shameful pouring down his cheeks, leaving blotchy red trails in their wake. he's angry, and like the gods above—whose ruthless fury paints the sky red, and sends hurricanes to raise the sea, not yet high enough to drown his grief—he'll let everyone know it. the bloodied stubs of his fingernails card through his hair before seizing it in handfuls, threatening to leave his scalp gnarled and irritated, and fuck it hurts, but he deserves it. for everyone he's trampled on, thinking he was above them when he couldn't be lower; practically buried in the grave that keeps digging itself whenever he bargains others' worth. for every life lost on a mission—the number growing too high for his ego to bear, and painted across his chest in red. all he sees is red, these days. it all comes down to this; the dents in the wall left by furious punches, his knuckles smarting purplish bruises; the music blaring from his speakers, violent and pulsating, because he won't settle for anything that can't silence his equally as loud thoughts. you can't keep acting this way, a voice snarls. it isn't his own, and it isn't anyone he knows, so that makes it a threat.

you can't keep hurting people and expecting them to fight back. they won't. they'll leave you. his nose wrinkles as more tears resurface, unbidden and pushed back with the sleeve of his sweater. maybe if he wasn't drained of the strength to object, he would stop crying—perhaps grab his frailty by the neck and throttle it into submission. but he's already used all of his energy to scream his throat raw, and it doesn't matter if anyone can hear him above the song playing. he doesn't care.

am i really that weak, lying to myself? i care. . .i care a fucking lot.

with the lights off and curtains drawn shut, so that neither sun or moon may act as witness to his tragedy. not that it matters, he thinks, bearing his back to the ghost of his former self, seams torn down the middle and skin flowering for everything; his heart, his stomach and whatever blackened fragments that still remain; spilling out onto the floor. no one noticed me then, so why would they now? eijiro weeps modest tears; like shooting stars with seldom any wishes to grant; which fall to the floor just as he does, curling inward on himself—as if it would do him any good. there's a nagging sensation at his very core, tempting him to cup his hands over his ears as the anticipation eats away at him little by little. it's a fruitless attempt, even at best, when the dread sets like concrete in his stomach, and a smothered cry of defeat rumbles throughout the room like thunder, rolling through clouds of smoky gray. it's been a while, he thinks, pondering the date. he was doing so well, abandoning his insecurities in the dark to fester, when he should have snuffed them out for good. that was his first mistake of many, and eijiro cowers from the truth: that it won't be the last time he stumbles and forgets his way.

hell, he can't remember finding it in the first place, and all he wants is someone to guide him with their hand in his—the light in their eyes acting as a promise to not let go—but the world won't even give him that. eijiro hiccups pathetically when he cries—a plea for help lodged in his throat that never receives an answer—and he wonders briefly if this is how everyone else feels. unsatisfied, unworthy, insignificant.

how can i save others if i can't even save myself?

oh, how the world turns for pretty boys who cry, their eyes kissed by the rain and choked by its ferocity, spilling over rose tinted brims by the gallon. denki awaits the very first tears with bated breath, the sporadic pleas of no, no, no falling from his lips, trembling as they catch between his teeth, gnawing until the sharp bite of copper dances upon his tongue. he suppresses every snivel, sob and whine with his hands, forced against his mouth like a muzzle, because god forbid he be a nuisance to anyone else. god fucking forbid he further drag the label of "loud, annoying blond" through the mud on the way to his room, feeling as though he's hauling himself as well as the weight of his classmates' words, digging into the most vulnerable parts of him like rusted shackles. he waits for the ruckus; from his neighbors or the weather, it doesn't matter; because he feels naked this way, inaudibly sobbing into his palms as he struggles for breath, and it's such a sacred thing, letting one you trust see the bare skin where wounds were afflicted.

he wishes there was someone to hold him, but there's not, so a pillow will suffice. he'd rather that than bawl into someone's chest, awaiting soft coos of assurance and their fingers tracing patterns on his back—that's what he tells himself. he needs to believe it, so that he doesn't waste his time revealing the rotting, unpleasant parts of him, only for them to cringe in disgust. i'm not much better on the outside, he heaves into the pillow, skin turning ashen from the tenacity of his grip.

i'd be stupid to think anyone wants me.

like many young boys, bleeding through the crevices their parents carved, shoto cries like it's the very first time. he is abashed, as if the lamp light burns just as harshly as his father's unyielding glare, and the sheets—more securing than his mother's embrace, then turned acrid like the taste of bile in his mouth—are clawed hands, raking across his skin as the soft whimpers turn into rasping wails. each sob is strangled from his throat; aching and raw; and every sound afterword causes his heart to stutter, a dread instilled by the memory of endeavor's fist closed around his forearm. it's sickening, and it makes him want to spit up whatever he ate for lunch, but he can't even bring himself to move from the bed. he feels like a like a little kid again, but there's a strange sense of weightlessness, as if he's watching himself from outside his own body. somehow, that only makes matters worse, because the longer time stretches on, the more inclined he is to cry harder. no one's there to see, so it should be fine, but an underlying prayer still echoes in the recess of his mind.

this isn't fair. shoto pulls the sheets over his head, naïve as to think that it will save him from whatever lurks on the outside, threatening to further shape him open, his insides for the taking. i'm everything he wanted, but at what cost? he already knows the answer, but the hollow concave in his heart yearns to forget.

his family was torn apart waiting for him.

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[baby-beelzeburger]

Stray

❧ Summary:  All you wanted was a relaxing day off, something you didn’t get often as the number one hero. But the universe had different plans for you, when one of Japan’s most wanted criminals lands himself on your balcony, bloodied, bruised, and clearly not looking for a fight. You nurse him back to health and send him on his way, but it won’t be the last time you see him. Fate had much more in store for you

❧ A/N: Originally I wanted to make this a little fluffier. But this... I like this. Though I’m not gonna lie, I broke my own heart with this one, folks. Anyway imagine any of this makes sense okay I worked very hard on it.

❧ Pairing: Villain! Izuku x Reader

❧ Content Warnings: Smut(Minors DNI or you’ll be blocked on sight), female reader, I've once again created a fic where someone tends to someone else's wounds, so blood, descriptions of wounds, etc, you know the drill! Angst, canon divergence, Villain!Izuku, suicide attempt mention, switch!Izuku, dry humping, fingering(reader receiving), finger sucking, praise kink. 

❧ Word count: 21,154 holy shit

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Some considered storms to be poor weather, finding an unpleasant feeling when the clouds rained on their parade, so to speak. You, however, found comfort in them. To you, there was something consoling in the way the rain pounded against your apartment's roof. Something soothing about the dull grey that the clouds created in the sky. And the chill that settled in the air made it perfect hot chocolate weather. Perfect weather to snuggle up on your couch under piles of stuffed animals and blankets and read a good book. So that's exactly what you did.

It was your day off, after all, so you would gladly make the most of it. Being a hero was tough, and being the Number One was even harder. The days were long on patrol, fighting crime was hard work, and you almost always came home aching with only enough energy to bring you to your bed before you clocked out for the night. The work was gratifying though, and all the pain you went through was worth it to see the bright faces of Japan light up with relief when you arrived.

All of that being said, you appreciated the days you could be left alone.

That was the exact thought you had on your mind, your favorite book nestled on your lap, when there was a thump on your balcony.

Your body whirled around to see a figure, shrouded in rain and shadows, teeter on their feet just outside the balcony door. You gasped, the hero in you immediately kicking into overdrive as you stumbled to your feet. The blankets from your lap fell to encircle your feet as you stood. The rain picked up and there was a rumble of thunder so loud it rattled your bones. You didn't remember seeing thunder and lightening on the weather radar today, but perhaps the dark clouds above you could sense the dread inside you and acted accordingly to set the mood.

The intruder reached out and pulled at the door handle, their whole body slumping in relief when it started to come open. Your eyes grew impossibly wide when you saw just who had found their way inside.

Deku was one of the most wanted men in Japan. You had faced him on the battlefield countless times. And he had just sauntered on unsteady feet into your living room.

The rain followed him inside, soaking up the rug and the wooden floor that sat in front of the balcony's sliding door. That was the least of your concerns as you stared down Deku. The mask he usually wore hung on loose fingers. His eyes met yours, but they weren't entirely there. Glazed over and lost. He blinked, then his feet were no longer under him as gravity pulled him down like a tree that had just been felled.

Your heroic instincts flipped the switch as it recognized that no one was asking for a fight. Suddenly your brain didn't see him as a deadly villain who wanted your life. Suddenly he was just a man in need of help.

You jumped forward and caught him in your arms. A quiet "Oof," left his lips as his body collided with yours. You skidded back a bit, your feet unsteady on the sopping wet floor. His soaking arms wrapped around you, but you didn't care. Your body was already becoming drenched from the rain pouring into your home. What was just a bit more water?

You slowly lowered him onto the floor. He groaned and reached out to you, but you stepped away.

"Hold on a second. I don't want my whole apartment to flood."

You carefully stepped through the accumulating puddles so that you wouldn't slip and pulled the door shut. You breathed in relief, but you still had a mess to clean up.

You stepped back through the puddles and into your bathroom to retrieve a few towels. When you came back, Deku was curled in on himself, a moan of pain leaving his parted lips. You take the moment to actually get a look at him, and realize that it's not just water pooling onto your floor, but blood swirling out into the puddles too. You looked down to see your pajamas damp with both water and blood, and curse under your breath.

You jump down to the floor, laying the towels down to sop up the water in a hurry. Once all the wet areas were covered, you moved back to Deku and slapped lightly at his cheek.

"Hey, you still with me?" Your response is another moan, "Okay, I'm going to bring you to the bathroom. I need you to work with me here."

His eyelids fluttered open. His dark eyes were still glazed over and dazed, but there's at least a little recognition in them. In that moment, his big, watery eyes don't remind you of someone capable of unspeakable evil. They remind you of a lost puppy, kicked out, abandoned, and left on the street as a stray.

As your eyes made contact with his, you know some sort of truce had been formed.

You wrapped your arms around his chest and pull him into a sitting position, then wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders. You started to stand, but he wasn't budging. You groaned, tugging at him.

"Come on, Deku! Up and at 'em!"

"C-can't," He said, voice strained, "My leg- Agh."

You looked at him like he'd suddenly grown two heads. You didn't mean to, but it was just so strange. You'd never seen Deku so... weak before. So vulnerable.

"Which one?"

"L-left," He said head hanging limp.

Your eyes moved to his left leg and immediately saw the large gash across the thick muscle of his thigh. You cursed again.

"I can't carry you myself. You've got another big strong leg to use. Just don't put any pressure on the bad one, and I'll support you, okay?"

Deku peered up at you. He searched your eyes, as if pondering whether or not you were being truthful. His gaze is met with pure sincerity. Against his better judgement, he put his full trust in you.

But then again, he had already done that, the second his wobbly legs and pure adrenaline brought him to this very spot.

It was a struggle to get Deku up onto his good foot. You had to work together to get him standing upright, but you eventually managed. Even limping and hunched forward, he towered intimidatingly over you. But it was obvious that he was in no position to attack, so you allowed yourself not to be too unsettled.

You practically dragged him towards the hallway of your apartment that lead to the bathroom. You crawled slow as snails towards your destination, his heavy left leg nearly complete dead weight. 

Deku's head lifted a little to take in his surroundings. His eyes swept over the place, but he couldn't take much detail in when his eyes were so bleary. What he could notice were the sweet scented candles(vanilla maybe?) that were scattered across the large living room. It added a soft, romantic glow to the room. Must've been nice, whatever you were doing before he appeared.

"Pretty romantic mood you've set here," He said through strained breaths and hoarse words, like someone took sandpaper to his vocal cords, "It's almost like you knew I was coming. Are you trying to woo me, hero?"

Your muscles went limp from the shock of the question, and how it was spoken into your ear made you feel a way you didn't agree with. The huffed puffs of breath against your skin, and the little chuckle afterwards sent tingles down your spine. He nearly slipped from your grasp, but you managed to get a hold on him just in time to prevent him from hurtling back towards the floor. You groaned as you readjusted his body around yours.

"If you're making stupid comments like that then at least I know you're not dying."

He started to laugh, but he was cut off by a cough and a wince. He rolled with it, pretending his body wasn't burning with pain from the inside out.

"Isn't that what you want? If I die, your job would be a lot more easier, wouldn't it?"

"I'm not letting you die, Deku. Not on my watch."

The mood shifted with a clap of thunder. Deku's brows pulled towards the center of his face and his misty eyes watched you with confusion.

"Don't look to deeply into it. A hero's job is not to kill. It's to save, got it? I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because it's my duty as a hero."

Deku didn't respond after that. He stayed silent. It was unusual for him, almost always speaking some snarky quip. Even in the midst of battle, when you’re beating each other into bloody pulps.

The mood doesn't shift back. It stays thick and uncomfortable as you finally dragged the bloodied man into your bathroom and sat him onto the side of your tub. He grunted when you drop him down a little harder then he would have liked and shot you a glare.

You dig through your sink cabinet to gather the supplies you needed. Once you had everything, you laid it all out on the lid of the toilet seat and moved to stand before your patient. Despite the situation, you kept as much distance as you could. He could always say "psych!" like this was all some cruel plan to get close to you before he struck.

You think the worst is the cut across his chest, so you started by gripping the bottom of his black hoodie and tugging. You were about to ask for his permission to remove it before he grabbed your wrist and grinned like a wolf who just stumbled upon a nice meal.

"Trying to undress me now, sweetheart? Shouldn't dinner come first?"

There's that snarky-ness that you were used to, back with a vengeance. You almost preferred the kicked puppy act.

"Oh, shut it, will you? Don't be difficult or you're going back out in the rain."

"I'm not the one trying to get me naked, love."

A frustrated groan left your lips as you jerked your wrist from his grasp, only to return it to his body to shove him slightly. He nearly fell back, but he stabilized himself on the edge of the bathtub.

"Fine, then. Bleed out in my tub for all I care."

Your body turned with every intent to leave him to do just that, but his grip was around your wrist tight once again. Though you had thought him to be weak earlier, it was clear to see that at least his physical strength was still somewhat intact.

You gazed down your nose at him and found him quivering under your anger.

"Wait, please... don't."

You felt like you were getting whiplash from the way his personalities were changing so quick. You'd never seen cracks so large in that confidence that he always seemed to have. Was it all just an act, one that he can't bother keeping up when his life was on the line? Or was he just messing with you?

Whatever the case, you found your heart softening at the way his hand shook around your wrist. You removed him from you again, gently this time, and turned to face him once more.

"Okay, but I'm going to need you to cooperate with me."

"Yes, I will. Anything. Just don't leave me."

You wondered how quickly he'd turn on you once you nursed him back to health.

You sighed and grabbed at his hoodie again, meeting his green eyes with your own.

"May I remove this now?"

He nodded without further argument, raising his arms above his head and wincing as he did so. Your eyes lingered on the well toned muscles of his chest and stomach as you pulled the hoodie up and off of him, but you pried them away before you could get too enveloped in staring. He did notice, though. You could tell by the way he started to grin at you.

"And these?" You asked, gesturing to the pants on his legs. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but if you were going to properly bandage his leg then you had no choice.

He nodded again, helping you shimmy the pants down his legs. You placed his tattered hoodie over his lap to preserve at least a little bit of his decency.

"What happened to you?"

"Got caught off guard by a hero, someone I didn't recognize. I wasn't prepared for a fight and they got the best of me. I managed to escape by the skin of my teeth. And now I'm here."

You handed him a cloth, telling him to press it against the gash on his thigh, while you held another to the one on his chest. He does as told, wincing at the pressure.

"But why did you come here?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

Your nose scrunched up, unsure you understood.

"What happened to your villain buddies? Couldn't they have helped you?"

"I haven't been in contact with the League in some time."

"How did you know where I live?"

He shrugged, that stupid smile starting to play on his lips again. The vagueness of this answer unsettled you. You decided not to entertain the thought that he had followed you home before to save yourself form the nightmares that might cause.

You pretended you didn't even ask, instead keeping your focus on his wound. Minutes passed in silence, only the pattering rain making any sort of sound. After some time, you lifted the cloth to find it no longer oozing. You tossed the cloth onto the floor and grabbed the antiseptic, soaking yet another cloth to rub it over the wound. If it hurt him, he gave no indication of it.

"Since you're feeling inquisitive today, can I ask a question of my own?"

"Sure."

"Why are you helping me?"

Your eyes narrowed slightly at him. You nudged his hand off of his thigh so that you could give it the same treatment as his chest.

"I told you already, didn't I? Heroes help, no matter who the victim is."

"Of course, that's your manufactured answer. But why are you really helping me?"

Your fingers froze, the cloth being held tight in the fist of your tense hand. What the hell did he mean your "manufactured answer?" Sure, that is the typical answer you gave for questions like that, but it's not like it was untrue at all. You were dedicated to helping anyone who needed you. And although it was something you had only come to learn that day, that included someone like Deku just the same.

Deku noticed your hesitation and latched onto it. Feeling his intensity radiate off of him in waves, your eyes slowly drifted up to meet his. Like some wild beast pouncing on it's prey, his leer captured you.

"We both know if I were some other criminal then you would've turned them in no problem. Am I more than that to you, Y/n?"

You entire body shivered from the way he said your name, but you snapped yourself out of it quick. He was just fucking with you, and you couldn't let him win. He may be injured, but he's still Deku. Dangerous, fearsome, manipulative Deku.

You move away from him to toss the other cloths aside and grab the bandages.

"I don't know what you're talking about. That is my actual answer"

He chuckled darkly, like he knew something you didn't. It got under your skin.

"Whatever you say, hero."

You continued your work, miraculously in peace. He didn't make another peep, settling instead on watching as you patched him up. You wrapped a set of bandages around his chest and thigh and cleaned up the more minor cuts and bruises which littered his body.

Finally finished tending to the man, you stepped away from him. His eyes followed you as you gathered all your first aid supplies, put them away, and washed your hands.

"Okay, you're all patched up," You said as the faucet turns of, "Now you need to leave."

He pouted at you, batting his eyelashes. You rolled your eyes at him, busying yourself with drying your hands in a lame attempt to avoid looking at him.

"Kicking me out already? How do you expect me to go anywhere if I can't even walk?"

"You got here somehow."

You pick up his pants and slide then back onto his body so you didn't have to be in a room with your pantless enemy any longer.

"Adrenaline let's you do crazy things."

"Well it's not my problem. Figure it out."

Deku gasped, a mocking and over dramatic gesture as he smacked his hand against his chest(being wary of the fresh wound there.)

"Now, now, Number One. That's not very heroic."

You glanced at him, feeling your blood start to boil. Did he have some kind of plan in mind or was he just trying his damnedest to get on your nerves? Though, really, there was no trying. He was doing so incredibly successfully.

Whatever the case, something in you just refused to throw him back out to the wolves. That almost annoyed you more than Deku himself.

"Fine. Then be good and stay here while I get changed out of these clothes."

"You want me to be your good boy, hero?" He asked, voice dipping into a low, seductive voice that churned your insides. You nearly choked on your spit. You didn't know why you were surprised though, you should've expected an answer like that from him. You walked right into it, really.

His eyes became lidded as he leaned forward, a flicker of something you couldn't read swirling in those dangerous bloodstone irises.

"Yeah, I suppose I can do that for you, kitten. I can play the part. For a little while, at least."

You glared at him, not trusting in your voice to work right now. He laughed, waving his hand as a gesture to usher you out.

"Go on then, hero. I'll be a good boy, promise."

You left because you simply couldn't stand him anymore.

You turned further down the hall to reach your bedroom at the very end of it. You pushed the door open and closed it behind you, despite knowing you couldn't be followed inside. The only other person in the apartment was currently unable to walk. You supposed he could always crawl in after you, but something told you that he wouldn't go through the trouble.

You stripped off your wet and bloodied clothes and pulled on a fresh pair of pajamas. You sighed when your eyes casted down at the sopping wet pile of the clothes in your dirty laundry basket. They were your favorite pajamas and you had just cleaned them. Now you were going to have a bitch of a time trying to get the bloodstains out of them.

When you returned to the bathroom, Deku was right where you left him. Left without anything else to do, his eyes curiously examined the room. They snapped to look at you when you appeared in the doorway and he grinned.

"Welcome back."

You crossed your arms as you stared him down.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"I can think of a few things."

"You-! Ugh. You disgust me.” You spat out at him, your hair standing on end. You were becoming tired of this. Your fuse had been lit long ago, and if he wasn’t careful you would surely burst, “I don't think you'll be doing anything with that leg of yours."

He stared quietly down at the bandages around his thigh. You couldn't help but feel bad for him. Or pity him, at least. You never thought you'd have sympathy for such a person, and yet...

"Look. Here's the deal: I'll let you stay here until you're healed up enough to leave. But after that, you'll go away and it'll be like nothing ever happened. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Good. I'm going to take you to my bed, okay?"

"Oh! I get to sleep in the hero's bed! Not the couch? Or even a guest room?"

You rolled your eyes as you once again secured his arm around your neck, yours around him, and helped him up.

"My bed is the nicest in the house. It'll probably feel a lot better on your aching body then the stiff couch or guest bed."

Deku looked a little put off by your honest answer, but he didn't talk back as you lead him into your room.

"Okay we're here. I'll take you to the right side. It'll be easier to get in that way."

You moved to do just that, but he wasn't budging. You pulled on him again, and once again he stayed put. You looked up at him to find him staring at the bed. Dumbfounded by what was putting him off so much, you started to ask what was wrong. But he cut you off with a startling laughing fit. He doubled over, as much as he could while still in your arms, A mixture of laughter, coughs, and quiet exclamations of "ow!" coming from his lips. You just blinked at him, completely confused.

"W-Wow, number one," He said after some time, finally calmed down enough to speak through the laughter, "Someone as serious as you, I didn't take you to like such childish things."

You looked back at your bed in realization, taking note of the collection of stuffed animals scattered across your bed, the floor, and even a few that decolorated other surfaces. Your face burned crimson, embarrassment flushing through your veins. You hadn't really taken this reaction into account. You thought it was totally normal, even as a grown adult in your mid twenties. But of course he would make fun of you. Why wouldn't he find some way to make you feel terrible?

"Oh fine! If you're gonna be like that then you can sleep on the floor."

You removed his arm from your shoulders, immediately throwing him off balance. Having had all his weight pressed against you, the moment you removed yourself from him, he was falling over. He just barely was able to grab onto the doorframe before he completely tumbled down for the second time that day.

"What the hell!?"

"I'm not putting up with your crap. Either be nice or you can take care of yourself," You said, already starting down the hall, "I'm going to get you some new clothes so I don't have to keep looking at you half naked. If I see even a dust spec out of place when I get back I'll make sure that you're locked up for the rest of your life."

"Oh wait, wait, wait-!"

You turned to look at him from down the hall.

"You don't happen to have any cigarettes around here do you?"

"What? No, Of course I don't."

He slumped against the wall.

"Yeah. Didn't think so...."

You could tell he had more to say so, though you had a feeling that you knew what it was, you lingered at the edge of the hallway to hear him out.

"... Would you mind getting me some?"

"Of course I would mind. I'm not letting you smoke in my home."

"Ah- you're no fun."

"Shut up and lay down. And remember what I said about getting you locked up. I hear Tartarus is dreadful these days."

With that, you grabbed your keys and left the apartment.

You returned two hours later with some shirts and a few pairs of sweatpants that you hoped to God fit him properly. Not that you spent all that much on them, but you would rather not have to go back out in the rain.

Despite always coming home to pure silence, it felt earie this time knowing just who you were harboring inside. The second your front door was shut, you were making your way straight to your room. Your door was still opened so you could see Deku down the hall, laying in bed. His head was lolled to the side and his arms were held tightly against his chest. Realizing he was asleep, you slowed your footsteps to avoid waking him up.

You had to hold in laughter when you got close and realized that he wasn't just sleeping with his arms clutched to his chest. He was sleeping with one of your stuffed animals clutched in his arms against his chest. There was something infinitely hilarious about big scary Deku, who had just made fun of you for owning those very stuffed animals, holding one in his sleep.

He wasn't so tough after all, was he?

You crept into the room with a hand over your mouth in an attempt to keep the laughter at bay and set down the bags holding his new clothes on the floor. Your attempt to stay silent was futile, however, as he started to stir. He grumbled, eyes fluttering open. The first thing they focused on was you, and you could see the split second of confusion on his face before the realization that the past few hours weren't just a dream settled in. His eyes became avoidant of you, trailing down to the fuzzy stuffed animal in his arms. He startled, tossing it away from himself in surprise. A smile found you without you even realizing it.

"Did I wake you?"

Deku, with his head still facing down, glanced up at you through his eyelashes. It's a quick look, only lasting a moment before he's back to looking at the puppy plushie that he tossed. You couldn't help but notice that he was so much more demure then he was before. It was unlike him. Or was this how he normally acted, when he wasn't putting up that pain-in-the-ass façade?

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. I've never been a heavy sleeper."

"Well... here. This is what I got you. Hope they fit," You said, moving the bags from the floor to the bed beside him. He glanced at them, hesitating to grab them as if they were trapped somehow. But when he grabbed onto it and it didn't explode, he pulled it towards himself. You turned away, busying yourself by taking your freshly washed hero suit from your laundry basket and taking it to the closet to hang up.

"Hm?"

Deku pulled out a pack of cigarettes from one of the bags and his eyebrow raised.

"You said you weren't going to get any."

"I wasn't. But then I remembered that people going through nicotine withdrawal can be irritable, and the last thing I want to deal with right now is you but cranky."

He smiled and, for the first time since he'd stumbled into your apartment, it looked like a proper, real smile. 

You crossed the room and pulled open the window. If he was going to smoke in your room, you'd rather not have him stink it up with the smoke smell. At least the rain had settled down, so having the window open shouldn’t be an issue.

"So have you, um... are you hungry? I have some leftover mac and cheese I made earlier... if you want it."

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

You left the room to retrieve his meal and came back with the rest of the mac and cheese that you had made for dinner. When you returned he was in a t-shirt and sweatpants, much to your relief. You handed him the bowl, then slowly started backing out. You had no idea what you were supposed to do in a situation like this and you couldn't help but feel awkward.

"I'm going to bed now,” You say as your excuse, “Don't destroy anything."

"When my host has been so nice? I wouldn't dream of it."

And while there was a teasing lilt to his voice, you couldn't help but think he was being genuine.

Japan was almost silent without one of it's worst criminals running rampant. And yet your mind held more utter turmoil then it ever did when he was out in the loose. Because every single glance you received on the street, whether if it was from another hero, or from a fan, or just a passing bystander, you couldn't help but think that every single one of them knew who you were hiding. You'd become more on edge. More jumpy. Ironically, the only time you felt safe was at home, with the villain himself.

It had been a few days since you'd taken Deku in, and you'd fallen into some sort of routine. It wasn't entirely different to your normal one. You came home, usually with takeout since you never felt like cooking so late at night. You'd carry it to his room, where he usually was awake watching your tv or reading one of your books. You'd check his wounds and replace his bandages, and leave him alone just as quickly as you got there.

Tonight was different. Tonight, as you opened the door, you once again found Deku asleep on your bed. You dropped off his meal onto the nightstand for whenever he felt like eating it, with the intent to head to bed just as quickly. And yet, for some reason, your feet wouldn't move from the side of the bed. You gazed down at his peaceful body lying covered in the plushies he had scorned a few days earlier, and felt drawn to him in a way you couldn't describe. Instead of leaving you gently sat down on the side of the bed.

He was cute in his slumber. Peaceful. Not making some smart-ass comment or, you know, trying to harm you.

You wondered if his hair had always looked that fluffy, or if it was just now. Your hands moved on their own, finding themselves in his curly locks to investigate, gently raking themselves down his scalp. You sighed.

"What am I doing? They'd throw me in jail in a heartbeat if they knew I that I had him here. I should just call the police. He wouldn't be able to do anything while he's asleep."

"So why don't you, then?"

One of Deku's eyes pops open, then the other. You screeched and jumped back, landing on your ass with a thump. Deku sat up, propping himself up on an arm while he smirked wickedly.

"Well? I asked a question. Why don't you?"

Why don't you? The question echoed in your mind. You wanted to tell him the same thing you told him the first day. That it was your duty. But was it really your duty to do this? To nurse this man- this criminal- back to health? No. Your duty as a hero was to fight the bad guys. To ensure that they got locked up. So why were you struggling with it so much? You fought tooth and nail to follow in your mentor's footsteps and become the top hero. Why were you risking it all for Deku?

The image of him, soaking wet and covered in blood on your floor, shaking and curled in on himself, flashed in your mind. That look he gave you, lost and astray. The way he begged you not to leave him to bleed out in die. How he put his life in your hands. Maybe that was it. That’s why you were still doing this.

"Because you trusted me."

His eyebrows shot up, arching in surprise. Obviously, it wasn't the answer he was expecting. It wasn't the one that you were expecting either.

"And why does this villain's trust matter to you, Number One?" He asked, head tilting to the side.

You noticed that he didn't deny that he trusted you that day. Or even that he continued to do so.

"I...I don't know," You said honestly because, truly, you weren't sure at all.

Deku frowned. His eyes looked almost vacant as he casted them out the window, watching the clouds overshadow the moon. It was a sudden change in demeanor from his familiar teasing, to being almost listless.

"I see why you are where you are. Your heart is so golden you can't even deny helping a villain. That's naïve, though. Dangerous, even. Anyone could take advantage of you that way."

"You speak from experience." It comes out more of a statement then a question, like you'd meant. But it doesn't deter him.

"I do."

But if that was how he really thought, did that mean that eventually this weird truce you had would someday be ripped to shreds and you'd be back at each other's throats again? You had to know, because some part of you didn't want that to happen. You weren’t sure why you felt that way, but you chalked it up to just wanting to have to deal with one less thorn in your side. 

"Right. So then when's the part where you turn me around and stab me in the back?"

He smiled bitterly and his gaze didn't meet your eyes.

"Believe it or not, I have no intentions of doing that."

And against everything logical that your mind was screaming at you, you believed him.

"You know, this is very unusual for me," Deku told you one evening, as you brought him a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It'd been about a week, and you had managed to snag another day off to watch over your little guest who'd started feeling under the weather.

"Being nursed to health by your sworn enemy?"

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and bubbled up through his throat. You set the soup down onto the tray at his lap and he thanked you. You took a seat on your desk chair, which you had pulled up next to the bedside.

"Well, that too, but I meant... In general, I haven't had someone care for me in a long time. My mother... I ran from home when I was fourteen and I haven't seen her since. She was my only support my whole life."

You weren’t sure what you should do with that information, or even why he told you. But you indulged him. Someday this would all be a distant memory. Either you’d be enemies once again, or your truce would stay ongoing, but either way you’d never see him like this ever again. So why’d it matter if you engaged him in a conversation like this?

“Do you ever miss her?”

“Every day of my life.”

“Then why did you go?”

He swirled his spoon in his soup, distant from you despite being right there in front of you.

“It would break her heart if she ever found out that her sweet little boy turned to a life of villainy.”

“But leaving her without a word was any better?”

Deku's face scrunched up as he stared into his bowl in frustration. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably.   

“It was the lesser of two evils.”

You decided not to press the subject any more, not wanting to anger him. 

"You were fourteen, you said? That's so young. Where did you go?"

"With the League of Villains, before they even were really that. Just Tomura and Kurogiri, the nomu, and a handful of petty criminals. I'm sure you remember."

You gritted your teeth as memories of the USJ attack rang in your mind. Yes, you remembered quite well how scared for your life you had been. You and your class had fought them off, and no one had died, but the event left horrible traumatic memories for you and your classmates. Fighting for your lives at fourteen, not even a month into your school year.

"I do. You weren't there, though."

"No, they didn't want me to fight. I stayed behind and watched the bar."

As you watched Deku blow on the soup and spoon it into his mouth, you couldn't help but want to hear more. How did someone like him, just a young boy in junior high, end up with people like the League of Villains?

And so you asked him.

"It's... sort of a dark story. Are you sure you want to hear?"

Your curiosity got the best of you, despite the warning, so you agreed. Deku took a deep breath, setting down his bowl.

"When I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to be a hero. Long before I realized they were all frauds- er, no offense," He stuttered out the last part when he noticed the glare you gave him, "But, well, I was quirkless then, and so I was looked down on my whole life. Beaten down before I could even fully get up. 

The last straw was All Might, my number one inspiration, telling me that my dreams could never come true. And after a classmate told me to take a leap off the roof just earlier that day, I felt like I was at my limit. I went through with it. I didn't think I had anything left to live for. But Kurogiri saved me before I hit the ground."

You stared at him in disbelief, at a loss for words.

"You... I'm so sorry," Was all you could manage. What else were you supposed to say to something like that? It was even more unnerving that All Might, someone you looked up to so much, someone who taught you, and helped you cultivate your power, someone you thought you knew so well, would say something like that to someone. To crush such a hopeful boy’s dreams... 

Maybe it would’ve been harder for Deku to make it without a quirk, but surely it wouldn’t have been impossible. There were plenty of fighters out there that had quirks that were merely an extension of themselves and not a fighting tool. Toru Hagakure, a former classmate of yours, was the utmost perfect example of this. If people like her could make it in the world of heroes and villains, why couldn’t someone quirkless do the same, so long as they had the right training and good support items?

You hated to admit it, but this changed your view of your mentor just the slightest bit.

You seemed to be more affected then Deku was, however. He simply shrugged, going back to his soup like you were having the most casual conversation.

"It was a long time ago."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Curious as always." You gave him a pointed look.

"Can I?"

"Yeah, sure."

"You mentioned before that you had some kind of falling out with Shigaraki. What happened?"

Deku bit the end of his spoon as he gazed at you in thought, considering whether or not he should tell. When he made up his mind, he smiled and went back in for another spoonful of soup.

"Tomura and I often don't see eye to eye. We both agree that hero society needs a change, but I always followed after Stain's ideals and he didn't like that. I don't think hero society needs to be abolished. It just needs to be fixed."

Your eyebrows knitted together at the comment. It was true, hero society wasn't perfect. And you had even bought into Stain's beliefs after the incident at Hosu, because he wasn't entirely wrong. But neither of those things ever deterred you. In fact, they only served to motivate you, so that you could show others that not all heroes were bad, and that the system could be fixed.

"I see. So you and Shigaraki argued about your differing beliefs and it lead you to run away?"

"Yes and no... There was more to it then that. Tomura and I weren't just at odds about what we believed was right or wrong. He revealed to desire to take you down and wanted to forge a plan. I told him wouldn't go through with it and he got upset with me."

You stilled.

"He what?"

"Tomura's always had big plans. First it was to take down All Might. Then, once he was gone and you rose to take his place, he wanted you gone too. Between you and me, I think you scare him. There's something more intimidating about your presence then what All Might had. Not to mention that the League isn’t what it used to be. If he managed something like this it would be big for them."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Would you not want to know if there was a plot to get rid of you?"

"I mean, sure but... Why wouldn't you want me gone?"

"Because I don't think you deserve that. I think Stain would've judged you as a worthy hero. At the very least, I know I do."

"Then why continue fighting me?"

"Because I was with the league. It was either listen to Tomura or get thrown to the wolves. Though, I suppose that ended up happening anyway. Besides, what's wrong with a little friendly rivalry, hm?"

Deku could see the troubled look on your face as you stared at him. He understood, really. You had both done a fair share of confusing each other with confessions like this in the past week. He knew what it felt like to have who you thought was an enemy completely destroy that thought with a simple sentence. He still heard your voice ringing in his mind over and over, "I'm not going to let you die, Deku. Not on my watch."

"Don't look too deeply into it, okay?" Exactly what you had said to him. But a part of him wanted you too. A part of him wanted you to think as deeply and desperately as you could, only about him.

"Right..."

You stood from the chair, making an escape so you wouldn't have to think about it, just like he'd asked. But he stopped you before you could even make a move to the door.

"Look... all I meant to say at the beginning of this was: Even if this is all fake... even if you're only taking care of me because its your duty, like you claim... it still feels nice. And I wanted to thank you."

You shut the door behind you without another word.

He left the next night.

You walked into your room with the usual takeout, only to find him standing beside the bed, arms reached up to the sky as he stretched out his body.

"Oh. You can stand."

"You’re back. And here I was thinking that I'd be able to slip out before you came home"

"You're leaving?"

"No need to stick around when I don't have to. Aren't you happy? Now I'll be out of your hair."

You should've been happy. A part of you was. But a part of you wasn't and you feared that.

"Will you at least eat before you go? I don't want this food to go to waste."

"Gladly. I'm starving."

You ushered him out of the room and had him follow you to the dining table. You set the food onto the table then returned to your room to shed off your hero costume, sticky with sweat. You took a quick shower, and came out better, still physically exhausted but at least a little rejuvenated.

When you came back, the dining table was cleared and Deku was sliding open the balcony door.

"I suppose this is goodbye, hero," Deku said grinning as you entered the room.

"I suppose."

He brought his middle and index fingers to his temple and saluted as he stepped out.

"See you around."

The balcony door slid shut, leaving you to wonder how he planned on getting down.

Despite what you had thought that day that Deku revealed his past, that you’d never see him again, you wanted to believe that it wouldn't be the last time you'd find him on your balcony. And yet, time dragged on. Days turned into weeks, which turned into a whole month, with no sign of him. Not only at your apartment, but at all. You wondered if he had been one week long hallucination. Or some very vivid dream. But there were still traces of him in your apartment that reminded you that he was real. The blood stained rug of in your living room, the smell of smoke that had lingered in the air a few days after his departure, and that bag of clothing you'd bought just for him.

You wished he had taken those. It's not like you had any use for them. But for whatever reason, you couldn't bring yourself to toss them.

You hated the way you missed his presence. It was hard to deny that being at the top left you lonely. People thought you were unreachable when you were really just human. And working all day never left you with any time for your family or friends. Never gave you time to socialize or meet knew people. And there was absolutely no time for romance in your life.

But then Deku stumbled into your life and changed that. He didn't see you any differently as anyone else, not really. There was no pedestal with him. You were just a person who also happened to be a good hero. Criminal or not, he had filled the empty void of your apartment. And, while you had dreaded it at the time, you missed it once it was gone. You couldn't help but feel guilty about it, but it was how you felt nonetheless.

The dangerous part was that you had stopped seeing him for what he was. He wasn't a bad person in your eyes any longer and that terrified you. The worst thing you could do was understand that the people you were fighting weren't so different from you after all. Deku was a human, just like you. With a heart and emotions, same as you. When you saw him as a soulless monster, it was so much easier. But now, if you were to see him before a fight, how could you ever bring yourself to hurt him?

You tried your best to forget you learned anything about him. But it was too late. Sad looks and tragic backstories had filled in what you once saw as a hollow villain.

Now he was just a stray in your eyes. And just like a stray, you fed him, so inevitably he would come back.

It was at the most unexpected time, when you were starting to believe you wouldn't see him again. You were just coming home when you spotted a shadow sitting on your balcony, leaned back with their legs stretched out in front of them. Your heart lurched. You closed your door as quietly as possible so you wouldn't alert them. You felt your fists ball up and the power of One For All start to course through your veins.

"Who's there?" You called out, startling the figure. They jumped up onto their feet and opened the door.

Of course, it was Deku. It had to be him.

"There you are! I knew you were due any moment."

"How do you keep getting up there?" You ask, flipping on the lights.

"Never mind that," He took a step inside. Your fists crackled with your quirk once again and he jumped back.

"Wait, hang on-!"

"Stay back."

Deku raised his arms slowly, showing empty hands.

"I don't mean any trouble. Look, I'm unarmed."

"What do you want?" You asked. You didn't want to fight, but you still had to be on guard. You never knew what could happen. And he was the one to accuse you of being too trusting, so it's not like he could blame you for heeding his advice.

"No need to be mean. Weren't we friends just a month ago?"

"We had a momentary truce."

"Look, I'm really not here to hurt you. I just wanted to see you again."

"Why?"

"Because, I... I don't know. Just please let me in."

It felt like ages ago that he had told you that he had no intentions of stabbing you in the back. Did that still stand?

You lowered your fists, coming to the conclusion that he wasn't looking for a fight. Too trusting, the voice in your head told you. But you didn't listen.

Deku smiled and hopped inside, closing the door behind him.

"It's a little late for visitors, don't you think?"

"Well, weren’t you just off on a hard days work of heroism, which you just got home from? It’s not like I’m here to see your balcony, though the view is very nice."

You sighed, already regretting letting him inside.

"I'm going to go take a shower. There's some leftover soba in the fridge if you want it. Should be some extra sauce too."

You disappeared into the bathroom. You were thankful to get that sweaty suit off your body and rinse yourself in the warm water that soothed the pains in your body.

When you came back out Deku was seated at your dining table, chopsticks swirling the soba you'd offered on his plate.

He sure did make himself at home, you thought. Not that you didn't invite him to, it was just funny to see him so readily accept the invitation.

You pulled out the seat across from him, resting your head in your palm. You were way too tired to entertain a guest.

"So what are you going to eat, hero?"

"Not hungry," You said, slightly strange sounding from the way your palm smooshed your cheek against your face.

"Not at all?"

"No."

Another downside to coming home so exhausted. It ruined your will to eat. And sometimes the things you saw ruined your apatite, too.

Deku's eyebrows furrowed. He looked at the plate before him, slowly sliding it towards you.

"No. Keep it."

"We can share."

"I don't feel like getting another pair of chopsticks."

"No worries.” He dipped his own chopsticks into the pile of noodles on the plate and pulled some up. He dunked them into the sauce and held them out towards you.

"You want me to share chopsticks with you?"

"What, are you afraid of my villain cooties?"

"You're impossible."

You glance down at the noodles hanging from his chopsticks. Your consider not taking it, but your stomach pangs in protest. You'd barely eaten anything all day. Just a quick breakfast on your way out.

You feel your face light up red as you lean across the table. You eyes stay glued to the floor as you parted your lips and he pressed the chopsticks past them, placing the noodles on your tongue. You chew them up and swallow them down, and a grin finds Deku's face.

"There you go. Good girl."

Your breath caught in your throat, your hand flying up to cover your mouth so you didn't cough the noodles you nearly choked on back up. He was clearly pleased with himself as he shoveled a bite of soba into his own mouth. Just when you thought he was over this whole teasing game with you. He just had to ruin it.

"I fucking hate you," You groused. But you didn't lean back. If anything you leaned closer as you continued taking turns eating the noodles. One bite for you, then one for him, and so on until it was all gone.

"See? Was that so hard?"

"Do you ever shut it?" You shot back, reaching across the table to take the plate. He stopped your hand though, pushing it away to take the plate himself. When you give him a questioning look he sighed.

"I may be a bad guy but I do know how to clean up after myself."

He pushed his chair back and took the dishes to the sink. He rinsed them and stuck them in the dishwasher, to be cleaned later. When he turned around to face you, you were half asleep.

"Hm. Maybe I did choose a bad time to visit."

He walked over, tapping his finger against your forehead, which roused you enough to pry open your eyes.

"Come on, sunshine, up and at 'em."

You grimaced when the familiar words reached your ears. You'd said the same thing to him when you tried to pry him off the floor what seemed like forever ago..

"Can't," Was all you said. Deku hummed, tilting his head to the side.

"This feels strangely familiar." He shrugged, and without further warning you were being scooped up in a pair of strong arms. Your eyes shot open to stare at his broad chest, then flicker upwards towards his face. He held you so gently, like a princess. You couldn't help but feel flustered, despite the oddness of the situation.

When you reached the end up the hall Deku nudged your door open with his foot and took you to your bed. He gently placed you down and coaxed you to move just enough that he can pull the blankets out from under you and tuck you underneath them instead. You're asleep almost as soon as you're nestled into the warmth of your bed. You're only conscious enough to hear Deku's fading words as your door closes.

"Goodnight, hero."

It continued on like that for many months. As summer turned to fall and fall begun to give way to winter, you would find Deku waiting on your balcony at least once a week. He never intruded on your space. Always waited until you were home so that you could come and let him in yourself. That way, he knew for certain that he was wanted.

You never thought you'd say it, but you'd begun to care for Deku like you would any of your other friends. You knew it was bad. And you especially knew that if anyone found out, your career would be over. But you couldn't help but give in to the pull. Like two magnets, you were at the mercy of a force outside of your control.

This had been one of those nights when you were free from the weight of the world on your shoulders, when you got to be just a normal person for a day. The telltale thump of his feet landing on your balcony alerted you from the news droning on your tv. You abandoned it in favor of meeting him outside.

You slid the door open and stepped out, the cold air immediately raising goosebumps on your flesh. You weren't really dressed for the winter evening weather, but you wanted to watch the sun set.

"What are you doing? You'll catch a cold."

"I'll be fine. You worry too much."

You stepped up to the railing to lean against it. He gave you a weird look before he pulled his hood tighter over his face and rested on the railing beside you.

"Only because you don't know how to properly take care of yourself."

"Look who's talking."

He didn't retort, probably because he knew you were right.

You sit in silence with him, something you'd grown accustomed to the past few months. It was something you greatly appreciated. Sometimes you didn't want to be bothered to have to entertain a conversation with someone. Sometimes you just wanted to sit in silence with them.

But this time was different, only in the way that Deku didn't seem as relaxed as he usually did. He was twitchy, showing his telltale signs of unrest. His hands clenched and unclenched, then he'd wring them out like a dripping towel. He'd ruffle his hair until it was an unruly mess, more so then it was at the start. Then he'd start it all over again. You frowned as you watched him, his jittery energy transferring to you.

"What's wrong?" You finally asked after so many moments of this. His muscles went taut, like he'd just been caught red-handed doing something terrible.

"What? What do you mean?" He responded, shoving his hands inside his front hoodie pocket, cause he knew just what gave him away.

"Stop. You're easier to read then a children's book. What's wrong?"

He looked at you for a long time. Like he was searching for something. His swampy irises flickered over your distressed face, down to your feet, then back up. Really examining you. And for a moment, he seemed disgusted with you.

"Sometimes I look at you and hate what I see."

"I'm sorry... what?"

Realizing that thought had slipped through the filter and out past his lips, his hand flew up to cover his mouth. He shook his head furiously.

"I- wait, no! That came out wrong! What I mean is... I don't hate what I see. But, I should."

"I don't follow."

"You're the Symbol of Peace... All Might's successor. I should hate you. You're where I wish I was, after all. Where I wanted to be so long ago. So why don't I hate you?"

Deku takes a dive into your eyes, searching desperately for something. An answer maybe. One that you're not sure you can give. And yet, he seemed to find something as he returned to you.

"Maybe it's because a heart like yours, one that can only belong to a hero like you... maybe I can't stop myself from thinking that a heart like yours could be the only thing that could find love in a monster like me."

With just those words, you felt like you understood everything, and it hit you like a strike of lightening. All that time he was teasing you, poking fun at you, making weird comments and giving you looks that stirred your insides, It wasn't because he really thought you could care more for him. Maybe it was all for his own sake, trying to convince himself that he could be loved too.

"I don't think you're a monster, Deku. Very few people on this earth are irredeemable, least of all you."

And you meant it.

He smiled at you, but it was forced. He clearly didn't feel the same way.

"Yeah. That's what I thought you'd say."

He leaned his back against the railing, like it was somehow less personal to speak to you that way. He tilted back, his head hanging so that he could gaze at the slowly appearing stars. His face said disinterest, but you couldn't miss the tears forming in his eyes.

"I've had a lot of time to think recently. Ever since I was bedridden, really. I cant help but wonder, If some lowly hero could take me down so easily, maybe I'm not as great as I once thought. And if I'm not so great, then what else is there for me? If I can't change the world like I want then what good am I?"

"Your worth isn't measured by how much you can change the world, Deku."

He sneered, and his voice had a bite as he spoke back.

"That's easy for you to say, Number One. You'd stir changes at the turn of a dime. You move mountains just by existing."

"Do you think it's always been that way? It's not easy fighting to the top. Its even harder when you have the weight of being All Might's successor on your shoulders. I spent countless nights laying awake, thinking about how unworthy I am of such a title. I still do sometimes. But it's not about worth. None of it is. Because no one human is more worthy than another. Not even the strongest hero can outshine a single other life."

You wished he'd look at you so that he could see how sincere you were. But even after you tugged at his sleeve, and grabbed his arm, and tried to slip your hand into his pocket so that you could grasp at his hands, he still wouldn't budge. Still acted like you weren't there, like he was speaking to the wind.

Deku blinked hard to make the tears disappear, but they only collected into his eyelashes.

"You still don't know what it's like being the underdog, do you? You don't know what it's like to be seen as a cockroach among normal people. To be stared at like you’re the most useless of all."

He was right, you didn't know. You had a quirk after all, even before you'd received One For All. No one ever looked down at you like that. You were seen as tough and sturdy. People saw you as their friend, their ally, not as the worm underneath their boot. For that very reason, you were rendered speechless.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. I was born with nothing but hope. It was all I had, but it was strong enough to keep me going. But even that fell through my fingers after All Might humiliated me. Once that was gone I had nothing. You can't know what that's like, being so completely devoid of anything. No meaning to your life. The hole was momentarily filled when the League found me, but even that's gone now. I'm back to having nothing."

He'd started to cry now. Each sentence ripped another heart wrenching sob from his lips. Tears spilled like waterfalls over his cheeks and though he continued staring at the darkened sky, it was undoubtedly just one blur to him. Before you could stop yourself, your hand reached out to cup his jaw, cradling it in your fingers. You could feel how hard he was shaking, even more so when his hand came up to hold you to his face. He wanted to make sure you wouldn't leave, because your freezing hand was all he had to hold onto right now.

You watched him crumble before you and you swallowed the lump in your throat. The lump of words you so desperately didn't want to say. The words you willed down, but no matter how hard you swallowed they just came rising back up, until they were dripping from your lips like honey.

"You..." Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it- "You have me."

Deku breathed in sharply. The cold air forced into his lungs chilled him to the core. He finally looked at you, but it was with the most heartbroken expression you had ever seen. He looked at you like you'd ripped the heart right from his chest.

"Don't do that. Don't give me false hope."

"I meant it."

You really did, with every fiber of your being. As much as you wanted to will it away, there was no denying it at this point. You cared deeply for Deku.

Deku lunged at you. Your instinct was to ready your fists for a fight, but the urge was quickly quelled when his arms wrapped tightly around you. You stumbled back by the force of his body against yours and you had to cling onto the railing to keep the both of you from falling over it.

He wept into the crook of you neck, holding you like his life depended on it. Maybe it did, after what you just told him. You'd just signed up to be his lifeline.

He didn't leave your apartment that night. It didn't feel right to make him. So instead, when he sobbed until he couldn't anymore, you lead him back to your bed. You sat him down and offered him the clothes you offered to him the very first time he stayed and left him to change. When you heard a weak call from down the hall you returned to him, still red eyed and quietly leaking tears.

"Would you..." He sniffed, "Would you stay with me? I-I'll sleep on the floor if I have to, I just don't want to be alone."

"Yeah, I’ll stay. Keep the bed."

"Are you sure?"

You affirmed with a nod and flipped the lights off before sitting down at your desk. He had the troubles of unspoken words written across his face, but whatever it was he wanted to say, he didn't.

"Goodnight, Deku," You said as your folded you arms and laid down on them like a pillow. You weren't really that tired, but you settled down anyway. If he wanted you to stay with him then you couldn't say no. You couldn't betray his trust by slipping out after he fell asleep, either.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

For the second time ever, your name fell from his tongue. It sounded so nice in his voice, especially when spoken genuinely, unlike the last time.

You smiled as his eyes slid closed, the tears finally drying and his breathing finally slowing. It felt nice to see him at peace, even as your heart ached for him. He'd been hiding all of those feelings deep inside. And if they all finally came bursting out while talking to you, you couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been holding it all in.

Like always when you saw someone in trouble, your heroic senses kicked in. You wanted nothing more then to protect him, to stave off any miserable feelings that would try and hurt him again.

Further and further, you fell down the rabbit hole. The longer you knew him, the faster you fell. No use trying to escape now.

You were in deep.

The morning came with ease. No nightmares plagued Deku's mind, like they usually did. His sleep was unusually dreamless, but he considered that better then the alternative.

Despite wanting to stay sunk into the your soft mattress forever, he knew he couldn't. You'd probably hate him if he tried. So he pushed himself up onto his elbows to look out the window. It was still very early morning. If he had to guess, somewhere between five and six. He wasn't sure when you usually arrived at your agency to start your day, but he figured it wasn't too far off now.

He shifted his body to face you and smiled when he saw you laying on the desk still. Whenever he looked at you, he always saw this stress on your face no matter how hard you tried to mask it. It was just a price to pay for being in the position you were in. But to see you so peaceful, albeit a little uncomfortable with the way you slept, was a relief to him.

He slid your blankets off of his body and placed his feet on the ground, feeling a chill run through him as the soles of his feet met cold wooden floorboards. He pushed himself up and found himself reminiscing on the first time he'd been here. Even months later he was still grateful to have full use of his leg again.

His feet padded across the floor to meet you at the desk. He crouched down to admire you up close and wondered if you knew how attractive you were. Did anyone ever tell you? When he got the courage to do it, would he be the first one?

Gazing at you made his heart stutter alive in his chest. A steadily rising beat that he hadn't felt in a long time. It was an odd feeling, and the more time he spent with you the stronger it got. So much so that no matter how hard he tried, Deku couldn't fight the need to keep going back to you. He tried, for weeks and weeks. But like a moth drawn to a flame, he couldn't resist. Or maybe he was the flame, you the moth. Unbeknownst to you, his flame would only grow larger and larger, until it completely consumed you. If he burnt you, If he hurt you, he wouldn't know what he'd do with himself. 

For now, he didn't want to worry about it. He'd let his flame glow, just a little bit brighter, because he hadn't felt this warm in a long time. 

No use thinking about it now, anyway. The sun wouldn't rise any slower to wait for you. You'd have to be up soon for sure.

He placed his hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly.

"Y/n?" He called out.

Incoherent words stumbled from your lips but otherwise, you showed no signs of waking. He pushed at your shoulder a little firmer, calling out to you louder.

Your eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings, slowly at first. Then they opened wide and your drowsy gaze settled on him. He smiled as he looked into your eyes. It felt nice getting a closer look at your face, at the beautiful color of your irises.

"Mmm, Deku?"

Your voice, muffled against your arm, so sleepy and cute. He wished he could hear it every morning.

"I didn't know when you had to leave for work but..."

He glanced at the clock on your desk. It read six forty-five. You lifted your head to take a look at it as too and groaned.

"Thanks, Deku. I definitely should be out of here soon."

You sat up straight and groaned again when you stretched out your back.

"Fuck. As if my body needed another reason to ache."

Deku frowned, suddenly feeling bad. If he hadn't made a scene last night you wouldn't have offered for him to stay, and you would've been able to sleep comfortably in your own bed.

"Sorry."

"Hm?" You looked at him, your eyebrows shooting up when you realized, "Oh, no, It's not your fault! I should've chosen a better place to lay down, is all."

Like next to me, was the thought that appeared in his mind. It tied his stomach into knots.

To avoid letting his face heat up any more then it probably already was, he stood and offered his hand to you. You took it and pulled yourself up.

"Such a gentleman," You quipped, coy smile growing on your face. It does nothing to help his flustered state.

"Well, I should probably get going," He said in a hurry. Despite how desperately he didn’t want to part from you, he was willing to use any excuse if it meant you wouldn’t notice how loudly his heart was beating just for you.

At least he felt a little better by the way you looked disappointed too.

He walked back to the bed, picking his hoodie up and tossing it over his head.  He picked his jeans up next, then his shoes.

"I'll go get dressed, then I'll be out of your hair."

"Sure,” You toyed with the hem of your shirt, a cute little nervous gesture he noticed that you did sometimes, “Um, be careful out there."

He nodded.

"You too."

You didn't hear from Deku for the entire rest of winter and you had been worried out of your mind. He hadn't been caught, you knew that for sure. If he had then it would've been all over the news. But when you're involved with the crime world, any number of things could happen. You wanted to believe he was okay. After all, if he could withstand blow after blow from you in battle, he could withstand anything.

As much as you worried, you had faith in him and it proved to be worth it.

About a month after spring rolled around, there was a knock on your balcony door. The excitement that surged from you the moment you heard it had you bolting out of your desk chair and down the hall. You skidded to a stop in front of the door, sliding a little on your socks before you were able to right yourself. You came face to face with a wide eyed, giggling Deku holding a bouquet.

"Miss me that much?" He said as you opened the door.

"Oh hush. I was just... worried that someone was here to hurt me or something."

"Sure you were.”

He flashed you a grin as you stepped aside to let him in. You closed the door behind him and gestured to the flowers in his hand.

"What are those for?"

"You, of course. An apology for disappearing on you. And a congratulations. I heard you won a medal of honor."

Your eyes flickered over to the framed, red ribboned medal that hung from your wall and memories of just a few days ago came flooding back. It was a very emotional day, not only for you but seemingly for the entirety of Japan. You had cried during your speech, as did many in the crowd. From what you read on social media, many others did too. 

Receiving such an honor, and then eliciting such a response from the public, was a bit of a wake up call. It made you realize just how much the people of Japan needed you.

He followed your gaze to look at the medal and grinned wide.

"There it is! Wow..." He looked back at you and held the bouquet out to you, "You're amazing, you know that?"

"N-No, I-"

"You are," He said, holding out the flowers more firmly, "Take them."

"Um... Thanks, Deku. I sure hope I have a vase for these"

You went to the kitchen, and Deku trailed behind like always. He leaned against the doorway, watching you search your cupboards for something to use. Your face lit up when you found a tall glass vase, and pulled it out. You turned the faucet on and filled the vase with water.

"Where were you, anyway?"

"Oh, well... I had a lot to think about while I was gone. I don't know if I can tell you."

"Why?" You switched off the faucet and stuck the flowers inside the vase, "Secret criminal underworld stuff?"

"N-no! Nothing like that! Just..."

He watched as you placed the vase on your nice granite countertops, smiling at the bouquet fondly. You turned to face him again and suddenly everything he'd been feeling for you and pushing down so it'd never see the light of day burst, emerging to the surface like lava from a fierce volcano. It must have been the separation made his heart ache so harshly for you that he couldn’t bear to be even a foot apart from you. 

The next thing you knew your back was pressed against the counter and Deku was hovering above you, hands gripping the countertop on either side of you so that you couldn't escape.

"I've been thinking about you. I haven't really been able to think of anything else."

It happened so fast that your brain was still trying to catch up when he leaned in close. Your brain was screaming to stop him, but your heart wouldn't let you move. You stayed still, breath stuck in your lungs with no hope of being let out, just waiting, praying that he'd come closer.

Just as the feeling of his lips ghosted over yours, he pulled away. Rather, he jumped away, as if he was being puppeteered and had just then regained control of his body. His hand covered his mouth and his eyes looked horrified down at the floor.

"I-I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that," He said, shaking voice muffled against his palm.

As you regained control of your own body, all you could do was blink. Since his suffocating presence no longer filled your lungs, you were able to release the breath you were holding. Your lips hung agape. To Deku, your silence spoke volumes.

"Fuck. I can't believe I ruined this already. I'm so sorry."

Your voice was the last thing that came to you. And when you found it, it wavered.

"Deku. You didn't ruin anything."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm not mad."

"You're not?"

"No." You willed your legs to move forward so that your could reach his hand. You held it in both of yours, smiling gently to reassure his worries. "Why don't you go sit down and put something on the tv while I make dinner?"

He still looked uncertain, but did as you asked anyway. He sat on the couch, flipping through channels for an hour as you prepared dinner. His body tensed as you brought him his food, and sat down beside him. His leg bounced in agitation the entire time you ate, although he barely ate a thing. Deku was full of unrest, and when you came back from putting your dishes away you found out why.

"Um... I'm sorry again for almost kissing you," Deku said, unable to look you in the eyes. You should’ve guessed that’s what that had been about. 

Your comforting smile returned. Your fingers just barely grazed his cheek but the touch was enough to get him to look at you. The moment your eyes met your stomach started churning at the memories of the kitchen. Your brain once again started a war with your heart, and after moments your heart had won.

"What if I didn't want you to stop?"

"What?"

Your eyes dropped to gaze at his parted lips and he breathed in sharply.

"What if I wanted you to kiss me?"

“You mean it?” You could hear him gulp, and you saw it in the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Your thumb reached out to trail along his bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

"Then kiss me. Please. So I know that you're not joking."

His voice was so pleading that you had no choice but to do as he asked.

Your hand caressing his face snaked to the back of his head and pulled him in until you met with him in the middle. Deku's hands hovered in the air, shocked, like he thought that you wouldn’t really do it. He stayed frozen against you at first, but little by little he eased himself into it. His hands slowly lowered onto your thighs as he relaxed his arms, allowing himself to enjoy the soft press of your lips against his.

The kiss was short lived, only a few seconds of your lips melded together before you parted from him, but it was enough to make you realize just how much you yearned for him. 

"I did miss you. A lot," You admitted to prove that you really did want this.

Deku's lips quivered as he tried to respond, words coming out in a jumble of incoherent sounds. When he finally got a grip on his words, his voice was barely loud enough to hear.

"I-I... I missed you too." His eyes gazed into yours, then down to your lips, then away from you completely. He didn't know where to look, but at least he knew what he wanted. "C-can we.... do that again?"

You leaned in without question, feeling his chapped lips against yours once more. Deku’s eyes fluttered closed this time, his large hands gripping onto the meat of your thighs. He seemed less tense now that he wasn't so caught off guard, enough that he was able to respond properly and return the kiss. He seemed to be gaining confidence as his hands slowly crawled up your thighs and onto your hips. After a while you couldn’t help but need more, so your lips parted, tongue gently lolling out to prod at his mouth. He squeaked, jolting back from you.

"Was that too much? I'm sorry, I-"

"No! God, no, I was just surprised. Please, I want it."

You chuckled. It sounded dark and unusual coming from you and It made Deku quiver.

"I didn't realize how needy you are for me, Deku. It's so cute. Say it again."

“W-what?”

“Tell me how badly you want me. Come on, I know you can do it.”

As if he needed any more reason to be flustered, the way you teased him made him nearly stop functioning. Your grin was triumphant as he clumsily spoke.

Serves him right, You can’t help but think, Payback for all the teasing he put me through.

“I-I... Please, Y/n I want it. I want you. Don’t me mean, please.”

You laughed at him, which only served to mortify him further, but you couldn’t deny the wetness gathering between you thighs when you watched him beg for you.

He started to speak again but his words died in a whimper as you grabbed his jaw to keep his mouth open and leaned in to slide your tongue inside. Months of tension between you released into that kiss as your lips melted together and your tongue explored his mouth. Deku mewled into you, his grip on you tightening as he yanked you up and onto his lap, one thick thigh resting between both of yours.

"S-Sorry," He gasped between kisses, "I couldn't help it, I need you close"

"You have nothing to apologize for, Deku. I like it better this way."

He nearly passed out when you grinded yourself against his thigh.

You moved on from his mouth to nibble on his jaw and press open-mouthed kisses down his neck. His nails were digging into your sides so hard you knew there'd be crescent shaped marks by the time your were done with him. The hand against his head tugged on his locks, forcing another whimper out of his mouth. You continued rolling your hips against his thigh, gasping against his sweltering skin. It was too much and not enough all at once, but not a single cell in your body wanted to stop. 

You adjusted yourself so that you sat fully on top of his lap, your legs resting on either side of him. You could feel the tent in his pants pressing against your crotch. He moaned as you rolled your hips against it.

You didn’t stop grinding on him as you pulled back from his neck to admire your work, the blooming purple mark at the base of his neck. You pressed your lips against it, grin widening.

"Mine," You breathed against his skin, pulling away again, "Isn't that right? You'll be mine, right?"

"Y-yes! Don't wanna be anyone else's."

Your heart jumped in your chest at the admission.

"Remember when you said you'd be a good boy for me? It was so long ago, but I wonder if it still stands. Does it? Will you be a good boy for me?"

His head nodded furiously, but you're not entirely satisfied. You grabbed his face again, luring his eyes hazed with lust to meet yours.

"Use your words, baby."

"Ngh-! Yeah, I-I'll be a good boy for you, Y/n. I'll be your good boy!"

"Fuck, my name sounds so good when you moan it like that. Do it again."

Deku threw his head back, chanting your name like a prayer to the sky, lost in the pleasure of the friction you provided. He rutted his hips against yours, nearly bucking you off his lap. You clung onto him to keep steady.

"Shit, I'm close. I-I'm gonna cum! Please, Y/n, let me cum."

"Yeah, you wanna cum baby? Go ahead, then. Cum for me."

Deku's back bowed impossibly high towards the sky, the back of his head digging into the couch. His jaw hung open, moans flying from his lips and echoing throughout your apartment, eyes rolling back. Then in an instant, his body fell slack, his chest rising rapidly to catch the breath that had previously been lost to him.

You could feel a wet spot start to form on the front of his pants underneath you as you leaned down. Your body melted into his as you laid your head against his shoulder.

"That was so fucking sexy," You cooed into his ear, "I'll have the image of you coming in your pants for me ingrained in my mind forever."

He smiled weakly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. His eyelids started to droop, but you pulled away and lightly smacked your hand against his cheek. His eyes shot back open, focusing on you with confusion.

"Oh no. No sleeping, baby. I'm not done with you yet."

The wolfish grin you gave him made Deku swallow hard, realizing he was in for a long night.

You woke up the next morning in your bed, cuddled against Deku's chest. His arms were wrapped protectively around you, his bare body pressed impossibly close to yours. Golden sunlight leaked in through the window behind him. And as your eyes fluttered open, your heart swelled in your chest at the sight of him before you, bathed in the orange of the rising sun.

"So pretty," You murmured underneath your breath, "Why are you so pretty? It's not fair."

The rumble of a chuckle sounded inside his chest, scaring you when his own eyes opened.

"Look who's talking."

"Deku! You have to stop doing that."

"Sorry, babe,” He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, “I just wanted to rest with you for a little longer."

"I'll have to leave for work soon."

"I know. That's why I'm savoring this as best as I can."

He squeezed your body in a bear hug, nuzzling his face into your hair. Your hand rested on his chest to try and push him away slightly, not wanting to be caught up in cuddling when you have responsibilities to attend to. But you gave up easily.

"I... I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay."

He lit up like a tree on Christmas. If he had a tail, you could only imagine that it'd be wagging.

"W-wait, really?"

"Yeah. You might get a little bored, but there's the tv, and the Switch. And you didn't get to finish reading through my books the first time you stayed. And there's food in the fridge when you get hungry.”

"I... you're sure? You really wouldn't mind? I don't want to take up space..."

"It's a big apartment. There's a lot of space to be taken up."

Deku beamed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you."

He wiggled out of your grip and leaned over the bed to grab at his pants. He reached into the pocket and fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You clicked your tongue, smacking at his arm.

"Babe! No smoking in my room!"

"But you let me do it before."

"Yeah, 'cause you were bedridden. It was different!"

He pouted, tilting his head to the side and batting his eyelashes at you.

"I- There's no way you're giving me the puppy dog look right now."

"Please, Y/n?"

"Stop looking at me like that! I face criminals every day, you really think something like that is going to work against me?"

"I'll open the window. Pleeasee?"

You stared dumbly, not believing the sight before you. Your willpower was unfortunately, not as strong as you'd believed.

"Oh, fine!" You gave in, plopping back down onto the bed, having been defeated by Deku's pretty doe-eyes. 

His victorious grin bothered you, so you hid your face in your pillow to avoid looking at it. But as the bed creaked, signaling Deku's weight being lifted from the mattress, you couldn't help but peek up at him. He was a pure Adonis, after all. You couldn't help but let your eyes trail down his body. To his perfectly shaped ass and the way his sculpted legs moved as they walked, or at the way his back muscles flexed as he pushed open your window. To those adorable freckles that peppered his body. You couldn't help but remember pressing kisses and running your tongue along them just the night before.

When he turned around to walk back to the bed, he froze under your heated gaze. The gaze that trailed across his pecs, down his chiseled abs. But before you could get any lower, Deku grabbed the curtain and held it over his body.

"A-angel... don't look at me like that."

"Why are you getting shy now? You didn't have a problem when I was-"

"Y/n stop!"

"Okay, okay, fine. Here, I'll close my eyes. Come back to bed, love."

You heard Deku let out a sigh and soon enough the mattress was dipping down beside you. You opened your eyes to find his back facing you. You heard the click of a lighter and then the smell of cigarette smoke overwhelmed your senses.

You got up onto your hands and knees and crawled across the bed. When you came back to chest with Deku, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his middle, your chin on his shoulder. He leaned back against you, but you could tell he was a little embarrassed by the press of your breasts against his back.

"You should really stop smoking."

"I know," He took a drag of the cigarette then released the smoke into the air, "It's a habit I picked up from Dabi. It helped with the anxiety for a little while. Now it's just an addiction."

You hummed, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. He flicked the ash off into an old soda can on your nightstand.

"Have you ever smoked before?"

"No way. What good would a hero be with a cigarette addiction. It'd be detrimental to my training."

"Have you ever wanted to try it?"

You paused to think about it. Maybe once upon a time, during your rebellious teenager phase, you might have thought about it. The side effects far outweighed any desire to really try, but you always wondered what it was like.

"I guess I'm a little curious. But I'd never actually try."

"Not even once?"

He looked over his shoulder at you, holding the cigarette between his middle and index fingers out towards you. You glanced down at it, your lips slightly pursed.

"You're a bad influence."

Before you could change your mind you leaned in. His eyes held yours as you took the cigarette between your lips, eyes soft and encouraging. You took a quick inhale and the smoke burned your throat and lungs as it travelled down. Tiny tears pricked the corner of your eyes, and before you could stop yourself you were pulling away and doubling over to cough into your elbow.

"S-sorry, babe," Deku said, rubbing your back to soothe you, while the back of his other one pressed against his mouth to keep a bubbling laugh down. One you were done coughing up a lung, you rose and shot him a glare when you heard his choked back chuckles.

"No good, huh?"

"No," You wheezed, "I'll stick to reading and fruit gummies for my stress relief, thanks."

After that day, Deku often spent days, sometimes weeks in your apartment at a time. His company was immensely welcomed. Not just as something to fill the void of your spacious apartment, but as someone you cared for and wanted around. You enjoyed falling into somewhat of a domestic lifestyle with him. He often did housework while you left to pay you back for letting him stay, and sometimes you'd even come home to a freshly cooked meal. When your time was free, you'd spend almost all of it cuddling with him. When night fell, you'd read to him. He said your voice soothed him, and he never had any nightmares if your voice was the last thing he heard before drifting off.

When he appeared at your balcony this time, it was in a bucket hat, face mask, and sunglasses.

"What's with the getup?" You asked him as he slid open the door and stepped in. He had long since stopped knocking and just helped himself in, at your instance.

"I'm gonna take you on a date."

"A date?" You blinked in surprise.

To say you knew what you relationship status was at this point would be a total lie. You two had never discussed it, content in just existing as you were. And strangely enough, despite all the cuddles and kisses you had shared, you had never been on a date. You were fine with that, of course. You didn't often have time for dates. And when you did, you preferred to stay inside and relax. You considered your times where you relaxed with him in silence, or watched movies and ate pizza, or played video games while he watched, to be your dates. And you didn't really need anything else.

Not that it wasn't a lovely idea, of course.

"Yeah! And I need to be inconspicuous so that no one recognizes me."

"Deku, you wear a mask all the time. Who would recognize you?"

"Well, I- I don't know! Someone might."

"Well I promise you, baby, you're not inconspicuous in that outfit."

He sounded almost offended by that statement.

"What do you mean? You think I'll stand out?"

"Yeah, maybe a little."

The only indication you had that he was upset by this was the soft pull of eyebrows together, but you could imagine his whole face had shown some kind of agitation. You stood from the couch to meet Deku, who still stood by the balcony, and wrapped your arms around him. He returned your embrace on instinct.

“Why does that upset you?”

“I’ve always wanted to have a cool disguise.” You laugh.

“Well I wouldn’t call this cool, exactly.”

“Y/n come on!”

"Okay, okay, sorry. You're really serious about this."

"Of course I am! I want to do something special for you."

The butterflies that ran wild in your belly at the statement make you forgive this ridiculousness.

"Then where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to that café you really like."

"The café I like...? You mean the one near my agency?" He nodded and you hold him tighter in response, "Aww, that's so nice! I haven't been there in a while."

"I know. And I remember when we were talking about it you seemed so disappointed. So we're going today." He pried your arms from around him and nudged you towards the hall, "So go get ready!!"

"Alright alright, I'm going," You said with another laugh.

You came out of your room a few moments later, changed out of your pajamas. Deku excitedly grabbed your hand the second you stepped out, bounce in his step as he pulled you towards the door.

"It's weird going out this way! I don't think I've ever entered or exited through your front door before."

“Maybe you should try it some time,” You mocked. Seriously, why did he come through the balcony door every time?

He barely gave you time to close and lock the door, bursting with energy and impatience, before pulling you towards the elevator.

He had toned it down by the time you got out onto the street, probably in an effort to be less noticeable. You walked along the side walk in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence in the short time it took to get to your agency. There was a reason you chose to live where you did, and it wasn't just because the apartment was nice. You were very close to where you worked, and it made your life a lot easier.

Once you got to your agency you crossed the crosswalk. Not long until you reached the café from there. Now that you were close, you were starting to feel excitement too.

Suddenly, you heard someone calling to you from behind. You turned to see a head of shockingly blonde hair cutting through the crowd, muttering apologies as he passed people by. He was wearing his hero costume- must be on duty right now.

"Denki!" You exclaimed once he got close enough for you to see. You felt Deku tense up beside you and wondered if he recognized the hero with the electricity quirk. You squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"Hey, Y/n! It's good to see you!" Denki said once he reached you, moving in for a hug. He had to lean down to wrap his arms around you. He's about the size as Deku; tall, jacked and intimidating. At least, intimidating if you didn't know him at all.

"It's good to see you too, Denki. What brings you to these parts?" You asked as you return the hug. It doesn't last long though, just a quick embrace to express your excitement of seeing one another. Apart from television appearances, you and Denki didn't get to see each other often. And when you did it was because of work.

"Looking for you actually! But I didn't realize you weren't working today. I stopped by your agency, but they said you weren’t there."

"Oh, really? Well, sorry about that. I had, um... plans today."

You looked up at Deku for the first time since Denki's sudden appearance, your happiness melting into something else when you took a look at him. You could tell his jaw was clenched, as well as his fists. The way he was scooting closer to you, despite how subtle he probably thought he was being, was not subtle at all. The sunglasses hid his eyes, but you could only imagine the daggers he was glaring at Denki.

"U-Um, this is a friend of mine from U.A., Denki Kaminari." You introduced, putting emphasis on the word friend in hopes that he got the message.

Completely obvious to the change in Deku's attitude, Denki held out his hand.

"Hey man, nice to meet you. What's your name?"

Panic bubbled up in your stomach when you realized that you just pushed yourself into a corner. Why did you not think about that? Obviously, introducing the two would lead to an exchanging of names. And what the hell were you supposed to say? "This is my good friend Deku! You know, the renowned villain? Yeah, we hang out all the time!"

"Him? Uh- this is... um..."

"PHIL!" Deku blurted out, forcing a smile.

"Phil...?" You shot him a look, and he jabbed his elbow into your side, "I mean, yeah. Phil. He's not from around here."

Denki raised an eyebrow, glancing from you, then Deku.

"O...kay, cool. How do you know each other?"

"We... met through work?"

"So you're a hero too?"

"NO!" Both you and Denki jumped at the force by which that word left Deku’s mouth. He gulped, his hand reaching up to tug at the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. A nervous habit of his, "I mean, no- I- uh, I work at her agency..."

"Oh, okay. I guess that's why I don't know you. Though you do kinda look a little familiar..." Denki squinted, leaning forward. 

You forced a smile. You aren’t sure how that’s possible. How could Deku possibly look familiar to anyone right now? The only thing that sort of gave him away was the green hair that peered out from under the brim of his hat, but anyone could have green hair.

"Maybe you saw him in my agency last time you stopped by?" You suggested to stop him from looking any further.

Denki continued to stare down Deku, looking him up and down. When he didn't find what he was looking for, thank goodness, he shrugged.

"Yeah, that must be it." You breathed out a heavy breath that you'd been holding on to. He moved on like it was no big deal. And, always the gossip, he snickered as he leaned towards you again.

"So, is he like, your boyfriend or what?"

"Well, uh-"

"Yes." Deku said, almost growling out the word as his arm looped around you, pulling you into his firm chest, "As a matter of fact, we’re on a date now, so if you wouldn't mind?"

"Oooh! Oh, right. Sorry to interrupt. I guess I’ll get back to you later then, Y/n.”

You said your farewells and he was off the way he came. Once he was gone, both you and Deku’s bodies relaxed.

"Deku, what was that all about?"

"What, that buffoon? I think I should be asking you that."

"No, you. You were acting all weird."

Deku went comically rigid, loosening his arm around you and letting it come back to his side.

'O-oh.... I don't know. I've never felt that way before. He kept getting close to you and I didn't like it."

"Were you jealous? Of Denki?" The idea was hilarious to you. You and Denki had gotten off to a rough start when he tried pursuing you back in your first year, but you eventually worked past it and became pretty good friends. There was no way you could ever see him as anything else. Besides, he was a total womanizer. Not your type at all.

"No!” He said at first, adamant on denying it. But then, as he reflected on the scene again, he doubted himself, “Yes? I-I don't know?"

You grabbed onto his hand to soothe him, rubbing your thumb along the back of it.

"Well don't worry about it, okay? Lets just get to the café. Then we can talk about it if you want."

His head nodded meekly and you both got back on track, now with you leading the way. Your heart swelled with glee when the building came into sight. And when the bell rung as you opened the door, holding it open for Deku, you felt nostalgia for the smell of coffee and pastries. In retrospect, it hadn't even been that long since you'd been there. A few months, maybe. But it felt like a lifetime.

You placed your orders at the counter and found your seat with coffee, Deku with a matcha tea(He said he hadn't had coffee since he was a kid, but he didn't like it then, so he wasn't willing to try now), and cookies in hand.

"So.. boyfriend, huh?" You asked, mischief lilting your tone after a few moments of listening to the hushed music of the café. Deku nearly choked on his drink.

"H-huh?"

"That's what you told Denki, right? That you’re my boyfriend?"

His eyes went wider then the cookies you were nibbling on, his back slowly sliding down the chair and his face behind his cup in an attempt to hide himself.

"W-well I mean, It just came out, I didn't mean to, so please don't hate me!" His words strung together so much that it was almost hard to understand what he was saying. But thankfully, you'd become fluent in Deku speak in your year of knowing him. You reached out and took his hand from across the table, squeezing it gently.

"Relax. I never said I was opposed to the idea." He perked up.

"Really? You wouldn't mind being with someone like me?"

"I already am with someone like you, aren't I? We just haven't put any name to it."

"Yeah, I guess so. You know, it's been a year since we met. Today was the day I first showed up at your balcony."

Your eyebrows shot up. You knew that it'd been about a year, but you didn't realize today was the day. Did he really keep track of stuff like that? You felt sorta bad that you didn't.

"It's kind of an anniversary. I wanted to make today special. So..." He glanced at your hands, gave yours a squeeze in return, "It feels right, officially being your boyfriend today."

You smiled and leaned a little across the table to bring his hand to your lips.

"Then happy one year, boyfriend."

"Yeah," He said, looking to the side, "Happy one year."

But something seemed a little off, and he didn't look happy.

Time passed blissfully for a while with Deku officially as his boyfriend. Though at the same time, those feelings of unworthiness he held only seemed to get worse. Time between visits became longer. Sometimes he was less excited about kissing you, and holding you, though it would pass after a little reassurance.

It was fall again, and it had been a while since you'd last heard from Deku. That wasn't necessarily unnatural. Sometimes he'd get too in his head and let his insecurities hold him back. But he'd always come back eventually in enough time to crawl back into your bed and hold you till he felt right again. This was an entire month of no word from him. It was like the time before you both got together, and you didn't like it at all.

The fall winds finally brought him to you eventually, but not in a good state. He seemed different as he walked into your apartment that day. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but yet again, something was off.

"Deku, hi," You said as you rose from the couch to meet him. You noticed he was holding a single flower, a strikingly blue rose. He held it out to you, an apologetic look on his face.

"I didn't know roses came in blue." You said as you took it, twirling the stem in your fingers.

"They don't, not naturally. They have to dye them to achieve a color like this. It's... unique, just like you," He said with a tight lipped smile.

“Thank you, Deku, it’s very pretty.” 

You started towards your kitchen to place it in the vase, the same one you had used all that time ago. But his arm hooking around the crook of your elbow stopped you. He pulled you back to him, turning your body to face him again.

"Love..." He muttered as his hands enveloped either side of your face. He stared into your eyes with so much seriousness that it made you uneasy, "Can I ask a favor of you?"

"Of course. Anything."

He smiled and leaned in. As he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes fluttered shut.

"Would you call me Izuku? Just for tonight?"

"Izuku?" You asked, trying out the name on your tongue. Your lover shuttered against you. All his tense muscles relaxed, as if the very sound of the name spoken in the timbre of your voice began melting his bones, "Is that your birth name?"

"Yes, and I hated it," His thumb extended to brush up against your lip, his eyes opening just the slightest to watch the digit press against your mouth, "Up until just now."

"Why did you ask me to say it, then?"

"The name Deku was given to me long ago, by someone very cruel to me. It felt fitting that my enemies knew me by that name. But it doesn't feel right having you, someone that I've grown to care for, call me such a thing. Please. For one night, just call me Izuku."

"If it would make you happy then I can do that for you, Izuku."

Izuku sighed against your lips.

"I love you," He said. And when your body went stiff from the confession, his lips pressed against yours as a diversion. Truly, he hadn't meant for it to slip out. But his mind was so overwhelmed with so many feelings that, in his weakness, he couldn't help but say it. There was no lie to it, though. He had truly grown to love you.

Love. Something he never thought he'd be able to feel again. You really were something incredible, weren't you? Here you were, breaking down his carefully constructed walls, all too easy. Too bad this couldn't last. Nothing good lasted for Izuku.

He'd make the most of it while he could.

Izuku swept you off your feet, literally, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around until you were laughing and clinging to him like a koala to a eucalyptus tree. His sweet lips were greedy for you, incessant on pressing kiss after kiss across your cheeks that burned from smiling so hard. He only set you down until you were both dizzy and wobbly on your own two feet. He held his hands on both of your biceps to keep you secure, but he wasn’t much better off.

"Why do I get the feeling that you want something from me?"

He laughed, nuzzling his forehead against your temple.

"I do want something. Only to treat you as you deserve to be treated. Here, I brought you this."

You didn't even notice he had a bag around his shoulders until he took it off and pulled something out of it. That something was a small green teddy bear with a dark red ribbon tied in a bowtie around its neck. Your heart fluttered.

"For me?"

"For who else?" He said softly, placing his bag on the floor at your feet.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't have anything for you."

"I didn't expect you to. I just saw it and thought of you, I didn't expect anything in return."

You looked down at the plushie in your hands, feeling it's soft texture under your fingers. You squished it, feeling your fingers dig into the plushness of it. A small smile found your lips. Had you known a year ago, after Izuku made fun of you for owning stuffed animals, that he would eventually be gifting one to you, you would’ve laughed. Though maybe you would've been a little kinder to him then.

"Thank you, Izuku."

You reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled against you, and chased after you when you pulled away. You giggled, pushing him from you with a hand on his chest. You knew if you let him continue you'd be there kissing all night.

"I'll go put this and the rose away. There's food in the kitchen, if you're hungry."

Izuku considered it, but he shook his head moments later.

"No, I'm not hungry right now. But thank you, Y/n."

And so, like a lost puppy, he followed you to your short stop to the kitchen, where you plopped the rose into the water, then to your bedroom. Always at your heel, waiting for another moment of affection. He stood at your doorway and watched as you examined your bed. He laughed as you seemed deep in thought of where your new friend should go and grinned when you looked back and glared at him because, "How dare you laugh? This is serious."

He wondered how he got so lucky. How his thoughts and actions led to you that night, while he was hurt and in need of help he couldn't find anywhere else. How you, his enemy, learned to love him for who he was.

But then his heart dropped because he knew it wouldn't last.

Meanwhile, your eyes continued to examine your bed for a bit longer before you finally made your decision. You crawled onto your plush mattress and placed the bear right on top of your pillow.

"There, he'll have the most important spot. I'll snuggle with him every night."

And then you turned to him, flashing him the brightest smile he'd ever seen, and his heart went back to soaring in the clouds.

Right, he reminded himself, appreciate it while it lasts...

"Good. That's what I was hoping you would say. You can cuddle it at night and think of me."

You reached out and grasped at his hand, holding it gently as if he were porcelain.

"Or I can cuddle with you instead."

"I... I won't always be here."

His heart cracked in two at the way your pretty features fell into sadness. He hated to be the one hurting you, but he knew it would only get worse from here.

"But you are now," You said, tugging on him.  

"Then.. I guess I can offer my services."

He gave in, of course. His defenses had never been that strong against you.

He trailed along the side of the bed and settled in his usual spot closest to the window. You were glued to his side immediately, wrapping your arms around his stomach and tangling your legs with his.

“I love you too,” You said softly into the silence, your lips tracing his jaw with peppered kisses, “It’s hard to believe just a year can make me feel like this, considering where we started, but I do.”

“You do? Really?”

Izuku stared up at the ceiling, his eyebrows knitted together with distress and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He looked like he was contemplating something big, but you didn’t understand what.

“Then… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why would you apologize?”

“Because I…” Because I can’t stick around to love you. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Izuku pulled you closer, taking in your love as much as he could before it was too late. If was going to keep living after this, he needed as much remnant of your feelings for him as he could take. 

The living room tv droned on down the hall as the blue sky gave way to the orange tint of the sun setting. Izuku became restless, knowing that there was one last thing he wanted to do tonight, and he was running out of time.

He pressed a kiss against your hair, holding you tightly against his body.

"I hope this doesn’t sound too sudden but can I make you feel good, princess? I want you to be able to think of me and remember how good I was to you."

"Why do you keep saying things like that?"

“Like what?”

“You keep saying these weird things. It sounds like... Like you’re going to go away.”

He smiled, his hands holding your face and bringing you in for a light kiss. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” He said when he pulled away.

His avoidance to answer you only worried you further and a feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. Tears pricked your eyes because you knew his silence was an answer. And his pained expression told you that he knew that you knew. 

Against your better judgement, you agreed. At least for a short time you’d be able to feel something else in your tummy. A fire instead of this ache that started to grow. A pleasure instead of a pain that you worried would come. 

He nudged you off of him, sitting up so that he could lean against the headboard of the bed, and pulled you onto his lap. Your lips met. The heat of it burned away any worry for the time being.

It was a messy kiss. Fast paced, sloppy, teeth clicking together when you got too overzealous. The pent up energy after not being able to be together for such a long time being released. For a while it was nothing but your tongue and his, and the moans you both swallowed down.

Both of his hands ran up and down your sides and when they became impatient, they slid under your shirt and crawled all the way up to grope your tits in his large hands. He exhaled shakily when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and suddenly you were being flipped onto your back. He shoved your shirt up your body and dove down to capture one of your nipples between his lips. He suckled on the sensitive nub, his hand giving the neglected one attention. Your back arched into him, your fingers digging into your sheets and the hair atop your lover’s head. After a moment he switched sides, letting his searingly hot tongue swirl around the other nipple and his hand pinch the one he had just been sucking on.

Eventually his hand found the waistband of your pajama shorts, playing with the material impatiently. 

“Can I take these off, love? Please?”

You can’t find your voice so you hum in confirmation instead and lift your hips to help him shimmy the shorts off your legs. Your panties come next. They’re both thrown off to the side, forgotten for another time.

When you settled back down, his middle and pointer fingers prodded against your lips. You grabbed his wrist and pushed them in, sucking on the digits, coating them in your saliva. Your tongue swirled around his thick fingers, making a groan sound inside his chest. He pulled them out, though they stayed connected to your lips by a thin strand of spit. He pressed his spit covered fingers against your pussy, teasing your entrance. You pushed against his touch and he pulled away.

“Patience, love,” He breathed, consoling you with another kiss. He ran his fingers through the wetness that gathered between your thighs and cursed under his breath when he pulled away from you.

“You’re so wet for me already, my angel. Maybe I didn’t need the extra help after all.”

You were about to tell him to hurry up already, but the command died on your tongue when he slid both fingers in at once with ease. They filled you so well and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his hand as his thumb gently pressed against your clit and swirled around it.

“That’s my good girl, taking my fingers so well. You’re so beautiful. I love seeing you like this.”

He threw praise after praise at you as his fingers slid in and out of you. You squirmed underneath him, your hands moving around furiously in an attempt to find purchase somewhere. Izuku burned the image into his brain. It’ll be all he’ll have soon enough.

“Ah, shit.” You hissed, “Feels good, ‘Zuku. You’re so good-”

He glowed under your returned praise, only encouraging him to go faster. His fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, each time hitting that sweet spot inside you that made you see stars. You threw your head back, rutting your hips in an attempt to feel more. More, more, more-

His unoccupied fingers threaded in your hair and guided you to look back at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

You nodded furiously. Your hands, previously fisted in the sheets, reached up to take his face in them. When your eyes met his you started choking up, unable to stop all the emotions inside you from fizzing up like a shaken soda. There was so much inside you. The pleasure coiling up ever tighter in your belly, the love for your Izuku, but also the confusion and uncertainty after what would come next. After this sweet moment was over, the blissful afterglow from your orgasm left you, and you inevitably asked him what the hell he meant earlier.

“I Love you, ‘Zuku,” You cried as you stared up at him, ”I Love you so much!”

“I love you too, Y/n. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

Frantic to have him close as possible, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down until his forehead rested against yours. You fought to keep your teary eyes glued to his when it all became too much.

“Y-yeah, I’m close. Gonna cum, Zuku, please!”

He shushed you, reassured you that he’d give you everything you wanted. Everything you needed. You keened, voice rising in pitch until you were sure everyone in Musutafu could hear you. Then, finally, that building pressure inside you was released, and you came with a cry, a blinding white pleasure that momentarily stole your breath. 

You felt like nothing but a shapeless sack of bones by the time you were coming down, clinging to Izuku like your life depended on it. Ironic that once upon a time, Izuku was the one who depended on you. And now, while you suspected he planned on leaving you, you were the one depending most on him.

Tired but determined to return the favor, you hand trailed down his body until it met with the bulge in his pants. You pressed your palm against it and he hissed through his teeth before taking you by the wrist and pulling you away. You mustered up all your remaining energy to give him a questioning look.

“You’re tired. You should rest now.”

Your heart lurched because you knew what that meant. If you fell asleep, he’d leave you. And he might not return this time.

“But what about you? You didn’t get to-”

“It’s okay. Pleasing you is enough for me. Seeing you feel good makes me happy.”

You gave him an unsure look, but he ignored you to lay down beside you, pulling you to lay on his chest. A suffocating silence crashed onto you like a wave that pulled you under. You shifted, unused to the quiet feeling this way with him. But there was a tension growing between you. Stagnating air foreshadowing something you dreaded.

“You really are leaving me, aren’t you?” You couldn’t help but ask. You wondered briefly before his answer if it would have been better to remain blissfully unaware. But you needed to know.

You can hear him gulp. You stayed staring at the wall because you couldn’t bear looking him in the eyes.

“I… I am.”

You clenched your eyes shut tight, biting down hard on your lip to hold back the whimper.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I asked you why,” You bit out. Izuku flinched at the force of your tone. It wasn’t right, hearing you sound so upset. It was like you were starting back at day one, with him bleeding out and you still despising him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t want to hurt me?” You scoffed. You rose from his chest, but Izuku wished you hadn’t. The mix of so many emotions were written across your face. Anger, sadness, grief, betrayal. He felt nauseous that he’d done that to you, but he knew he had no choice, “What do you think will happen when you go?”

“No, I- I know but. It could be worse. I could do worse.”

“What are you talking about?”

Tears started welling in his eyes. In the past when he shed tears with you, it had always been cathartic. Yet these these were cruel, nasty tears that wrenched his gut. 

“I don’t trust myself to take care of your heart.”

“You’ve done well so far.”

“But how long will that last?”

You tried to stay level headed, but your panic was rising too fast, your breathing too out of control. Seeing him cry triggered the same reaction in you, but still you tried to stay calm.

“Izuku, just think for a second. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“It does.”

The resolve on his face was strong, despite the steady fall of tears over the apples of his cheeks. You worried you’d never be able to crack that determination, or even put a dent in it.

There was one question in your mind that bothered you over others. The question of how long this had been going on. You knew he was insecure sometimes, but to regret even being with you because he feared so harshly that he would hurt you... 

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Since that night on the balcony. That’s when I really fell for you. The thought has been nagging me ever since, but I ignored it selfishly and let you fall for me too. Don’t you see? I was selfish with you and now you’re paying the price. If this is what happens now, what could happen down the line?”

Why had he never brought it up before? If you had known sooner, maybe you would’ve been able to ease his worries. But if they’d been growing and growing for that long, the fear was likely too strong to stop it. You didn’t dare to stop trying, though.

“We can cross that bridge if we ever come to it”

“No! I can’t risk it. I can’t risk you. What happens if someone finds out? You could be thrown in jail! Or- Or blackmailed. Or killed! I can’t let that happen! I won’t let you get hurt because of me!”

You flinch as his voice rises louder and louder, until he’s yelling by the end. He takes a shaky breath to calm himself. You reach out to take his hand.

“I’ll fight anything if it means I get to stay with you. Please, Izuku. Don’t do this.”

“I can’t stay. This is the right choice, whether you realize it or not. I’ll only destroy you if I stick around.”

You open your mouth to refute him but he stops you with a finger against your lips.

“Y/n, please. I don’t want my last memory of you to be us arguing.”

“You really aren’t going to change your mind, are you?

He shakes his head. Of course he won’t. Stubborn as a mule.

You’re fuming, your entire body running on red-hot anger. But your softness for him didn’t cease, and so you gave in to his plea. You settled in slowly, resting your head back on top of him. You wept into his chest until you couldn’t anymore. Until the tears dried up along with your heart. It was dark now, and you were growing tired and weary. You fought with yourself, wanting to feel his warmth next to you for as long as you could. Much like this argument with Izuku, It wasn’t a fight you could win.

When sleep gripped it’s ugly claws around you and started to pull you down against your will, you clung to him. As if he would ground you to the waking world. It was no use. 

“Can you promise me something, my love?” You heard as the world around you started to fade, “Can you promise me that you won’t forget the time we shared?”

Your fingers clenched around him, squeezing weakly. But he didn’t get your promise before you disappeared into dreamland.

He was gone when you woke up in the morning. You knew he would be, and yet it still broke your heart all over again. You clung to the space in which he used to be, crying tears you didn’t realize you had left. His spot was still warm underneath your fingertips. Or maybe that was just your brain tricking you into thinking so. Tricking you into thinking he had only just gotten up. Tricking you into thinking he’d be waiting for you in the kitchen with a bright smile on his face and breakfast ready.

But he wouldn’t be. He was gone forever.

Somehow you couldn’t believe it.

You didn’t show up to work that day. You couldn’t even muster the courage to get out of bed. You just cried into his pillow until the tears were gone. Then you stared at his pillow and thought of him until your eyes were ready to make more tears. It was an endless cycle of hurt and pain. One that Izuku caused in an attempt to so desperately save you from it. 

Now that it was over, you realized that he was right about one thing, at least. You were way too trusting.

Never again would you take in another stray.

#n/sfw #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x y/n #deku x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader smut #izuku smut #midoriya smut #mha smut #bnha smut #midoriya izuku x reader smut #switch izuku #midoriya x y/n #female reader

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see ya soon!

Warnings: none? but let me know if i should add anything Summary: Deku always just assumed you’d be home when he got back from work, he never thought that reality he made with you would be challenged. Word Count: 753 ~~~

“Just do your best, okay?”

Izuku remembers the blush that came to his face when you’d first said that - that you weren’t antagonizing him or ridiculing him or his dream or his reputation as Quirkless. You’d never teased, only ever standing right behind him in support. Mouthing off to Katsuki whenever he tried beating down on Izuku. You’ve always believed in him, ever since you both were kids.

He’d ramble about his future of being a hero and saving people, just like All Might, and you’d always nod along and chip in with encouragement. You were always so kind to him. He would often debate whether or not he deserved that kindness.

You’d said that to him again, “Just do your best, okay?”, before he went to the U.A entrance exams.

You’d said that to him on that morning of his first day at U.A.

You’d said that to him before he left for his internship and before the finals.

You’d said that to him so many times before.

His hands shake from more than muscle tremors and his head hurts too much to even process what lays in front of him. His eyes sting from tearing up but he pretends it’s the rain coming down in the heaviest shower he’s sure Japan has seen in years.

Before he left your shared apartment this morning, you’d said it to him. It didn’t matter if he won as long as people were safe and he came home. You just wanted him home.

“Just do your best, okay?”

He’d flush rouge each time you said it. Cheeks red and hot and him left wishing he could hear it again. One more time.

“I’ll be home for dinner.”

“You better.”

And now, neither of you was going home.

“I’m sorry, Deku,” Ochaco lays a hand on his shoulder, eyes stuck on the black sheet laid over you.

“She was just… getting dinner…” he mutters, voice cracking with the weight of realization, “A quick run to the store…” his fingers twitch for his phone but it’s still in his locker at the agency, “Around noon… then she’d be right back…”

He feels stuck between screaming and looking away and crying and continuing to stare - because there’s no way this is real. He’s seen countless people trapped by villains and held hostage - he’s saved those countless people. He’s watched people die. He’s held them as their corpses fall limp. He’s had to deliver the news to heartbroken loved ones that the person they’d been expecting home was gone.

Now, he was seeing first-hand that the person he was expecting home, the love of his life, was gone.

Izuku’s ears are ringing while authorities are talking about the damage to the area and how to rebuild. About rescuing survivors. He can’t get his head on straight when he’s trapped with this knowledge. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to even begin doing his job with his knowledge.

Your hand is hanging out of the black sheet and he kneels down to take it. It’s still warm and if it weren’t for the blood and debris splattered across your skin, he could almost pretend that this isn’t happening.

You said you’d be right back.

He was at lunch and you’d been texting him about your day so far. He liked hearing about your day. It was like a breath of fresh air away from the smog of heroics, you were like the breath of fresh air away from his career. Now, there would be no more air. Only the pollution of combat and keeping appearances.

You said you’d be right back.

i’m gonna head to the store in like 30 mins

careful while you’re out, I heard some sidekicks saying there’s a suspicious guy around there

i will even though i’ll be fine i should just be right back

You said you’d be right back. And now he’s holding your dead hand in a sea of crumbled buildings and bloodied bodies. And now he’s left to go back to a cold apartment that will never be a home again.

He feels so alone.

how much longer til your break is over?

like ten minutes

okay i gotta go but hey :) remember

remember what? oh my god

just do your best, okay? no matter what that best is just come home to me

okay

say it👁️👁️

I promise to do my best🙃

good :) i love you

I love you too

He’d done his best, but that was never enough.

#bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku x you #deku x reader #deku x y/n #midoriya angst #midoriya x reader

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fantasy bkdk fic rec list

a certain kind of magic by eatdirt

((4590-1/1))

“Forgive me, kind witch! I—I do not wish to disturb you, but I’m afraid it's urgent!"

Katsuki will later blame his bewilderment that anyone—let alone a human boy in filthy rags—would drag themselves all the way out to his home on the outskirts of civilization, for why he stalks down the stairs and cracks open the door.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” he growls.

Or, the one where Katsuki is a witch in a weed-infested swamp and Deku won’t stop coming around.

the shrinekeeper and the harvest god by bkdkwritingsdump

((smut-30148-18/18))

Izuku keeps the shrine of the harvest god, a minor god mostly worshiped by farmers and ignored by everyone else until the yearly harvest festival. During a spring thunderstorm one year, a mysterious man named Katsuki shows up at his shrine seeking shelter from the rain, but ends up over staying his welcome by a few months. In that time, Izuku not only begins to become suspicious of his identity, but finds himself longing for something more between them.

cupid, draw back your bow by almasaga

((i dont remember if there is smut-16496-2/2))

Cupid remembers the oath he took, remembers the broken arrow, remembers the wrath of his mother and goddess, remembers his roots, remembers that he is a god.

But when he hears him he forgets it all.

“Are you there still?” Asks a voice, clear and never wrong. The only voice he wishes to hear.

“Always,” he says and it blows through his beloved.

solar by kindaopps

((smut-7037-1/1))

Here he is, a god, wanting a mortal.

deku by mirachadoodles

((smut-20852-9/9))

Neither seemed willing to look away in the tense silence that fell, drawn to one another as if by a thick and brilliant thread.

The boy viewed him thoughtfully, as though he recognized him from another life, as though he knew him.

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

Or, shortly after Katsuki's dragon went missing, a naked man attempted to break into his family barn. Izuku had no memory of his past life, and apparently had no idea how to be human, either. He was just acting on instinct.

a cat named deku by  silentsongbird

((6662-1/1))

Bakugou begrudgingly takes in a stray cat that has been hanging around his home. He says he's motivated by the weather turning colder, but he just can't resist the little fur ball. One night, Deku decides to let him in on a little secret.

if the stars align, then for us they were meant by runawaydeviant

((smut-17485-6/6))

Katsuki and Eijirou crash land in a forest to the south of their homeland. Injured and stranded, they befriend a local nature spirit, who is much more than he first appears to be.

soulmates in steel and (p 2)mine is yours by lalazee

((3000-1/1)) (p 2(smut-2509-1/1))

Midoriya Izuku returns to a tribe long lost and forgotten to claim his rightful throne. At least, that's what King Katsuki assumes of him.

(p 2) One large, calloused hand spread sparks down Izuku’s chest, ribs, rested at his lightly bruised hip. Izuku knew fingerprints still remained from last time, and the last, and the time after that. He felt more like a dappled deer now, all those spots smattered across his thighs, ass, hips, wrists. King Katsuki was certainly a man who marked his territory.

but the entrails are the best part! by supercrunch

((15278-1/1))

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

happenstance by merrywetherweather

((78566-22/22))

When Katsuki was just a child, his mother, the King of Lucia, took him to enact diplomacy with the Midoriya's, the royal family of the neighboring country of Tayloria. After that day, his fate was sealed, his marriage arranged to the Midoriya's elusive omegan child.

At the age of twenty, he leaves for Tayloria again, this time, to finally wed his fiance and cement the allyship of the two kingdoms indefinitely. Only, his fiance turns out to be the child he had met on his very first visit, a naive, idealistic young prince who wants nothing to do with marrying the prince of Lucia.

Good thing he just assumed Katsuki was only part of his fiance's entourage.

An arranged marriage between two princes aob au where Katsuki tries to abide by Izuku's desire for a natural romance to develop without letting Izuku know his true identity.

plums by Ivillpunchyouinthethroat

((14116-3/3))

There’s a boy stealing plums from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

Correction.

There’s a boy stealing plums, very badly, from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

mermaid AU breathe In by contrarybee

((series-smut-3 works-45236 in all))

Midoryia Izuku was born in captivity. He's never known the ocean.

His human carer Yagi-san tells him they're getting a new merman in the aquarium, one that they hope Izuku might like. Having been alone since his mother's death, Izuku is beyond excited to have a new mer around, but Bakugo Katsuki might prove to be too much. Or maybe he's just right.

fishy by warschach

((smut-19417-1/1))

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

home is where the waves crash. by tiredwrites

((4105-1/1))

Izuku thrashes in his cage, the fins that line his large tail flare with a dangerous purpose. The claws his fingers taper into slice through the water and catch the light that filters into the clear water of the aquarium tank he's in.

His gills flare in irritation as he flips around, muscled tail ramming into the three-inch glass barrier with a thundering BAM!

Bioluminescent sacs under clear scales flare and glow, flashing a brilliant toxic green. The team that had brought the merman into the tank watch the mer flail and roar, flexing the powerful jaws that can often unhinge, like a snake.

only the roses know by katyastark

((13193-5/5))

Izuku didn’t want to marry a foreigner. The person he wanted was here… somewhere. He didn’t have a face or a name to ascribe to his admirer. Only roses. For every name day and holiday since he was thirteen, he had received a perfect orange rose. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. The roses never failed to make him feel doted upon. It was their secret, and Izuku cherished it more than anything else in the world. He didn’t want to give that up for some stranger, for an alliance through a loveless marriage.

torn fur, blunt teeth by scribespirare

((smut-43013-17/17))

After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

ignorance leads to bliss by nikawithspice

((smut-3941-1/1))

A brave wandering adventurer swoops in and saves a beautiful prince from danger, gets dragged to a celebratory bonfire and has a night that he could only have dreamed of!

Or, the one in which Midoriya Izuku accidentally gets married to a Dragon Prince but wouldn't have it any other way.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bakudeku fics #bakudeku fic recs #bkdk #bkdk fic #bkdk fic recs #yeah

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Hiiiiii

I was asking for some tododeku where izuku is being bullied by bakugou and finds comfort in todoroki and also todoroki beating the shit out of bakugou

Of course you would ask for that...

Comfort in fire and ice

Omega!Deku x Alpha!Todoroki

---------------------------

“Midoriya you can't let him keep doing this to you, you're a hero now, you need to stand up for yourself....” Todoroki muttered, applying some cream on a large burn on Izuku's arm. Izuku whined, closing his eyes.

“I know... I know... But Kacchan is just...” Izuku stopped and looked away. Todoroki had to patch him up so many times before because of Bakugo and he still didn't know why he couldn't just stand up for himself. All Might trusted him with One For All for goodness sake.

“I just can't...” Izuku whined. Izuku nuzzled his face into Todoroki's chest. Todoroki kissed his mate in the head, hugging him tightly.

“I'm tired of you always coming to be with bruises and burns on you...” Todoroki huffed, rubbing Izuku's back. Izuku whined quietly. Todoroki growled quietly, he huffed and let Izuku go.

“Tell me if he bothers you again...” Todoroki growled, pressing his forehead against Izuku's. Izuku whimpered and Todoroki calmed down slightly.

“What are you gonna do...?” Izuku muttered, holding Todoroki's hand tightly. Todoroki just kissed Izuku on the nose.

“...Don't worry about it...”

├┬┴┬┴ A week later┬┴┬┴┤

“You dare to disrespect me? I’ll put you in your place, omega!” Bakugo growled, grabbing a battered and bloodied Izuku by the hair. Izuku whined loudly, grabbing Bakugo by the arm.

“Bakugo stop it!” Kirishima growled, wiping the blood from his forehead and pulled Bakugo back. “He hasn't done anything to you, just leave him alone!”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugo yelled, setting off his quirk, throwing Kirishima back. He turned his attention back to Izuku.

“Bakugo LET ME GO!” Izuku yelled, dropping the nickname he always used for Bakugo. He scratched at Bakugo's face, making him let go. Kirishima growled at Bakugo, hugging Izuku tightly.

“You want to fight me, omega?” Bakugo growled. Small explosions flashed in his palms as he stared is prey down. Izuku whined, but stood up and stared at Bakugo.

Bakugo ran at them both but stopped as bright red flames surrounded Izuku and Kirishima. Izuku crouched down in the circle, losing his tough front and hiding fearfully in the flames. Kirishima wrapped his arms proactively around his fellow omega.

“Don't touch my omega...”

Todoroki strolled through the flames and stood beside Izuku, resting his hand on the omega's fluffy hair. Bakugo backed away but didn't leave.

“Todoroki...!” Kirishima exclaimed. Izuku looked up tearfully and smiled. “Shoto!”

“Fuck off Icy hot!” Bakugo growled, charging after Todoroki but was quickly restrained by an ice attack by Todoroki.

“Call Aizawa Midoriya...” Todoroki growled as Bakugo slammed Todoroki to the ground, blasting dust and dirt everywhere. Izuku curled up in Kirishima's arms and grabbed his phone.

Todoroki kicked Bakugo away and trapped Bakugo in some ice and came over to Izuku and Kirishima.

“Are you ok...?” Todoroki asked, hugging Izuku tightly and kissed Izuku on the forehead. Izuku nuzzled his face into Todoroki's chest.

“I'm ok....” Izuku muttered, hugging. Todoroki nodded towards Kirishima. “I'm fine too...”

├┬┴┬┴ Later ┬┴┬┴┤

“Hey...” Todoroki muttered, rubbing Izuku's head. Izuku snuggled up to Todoroki, nuzzling his face into Todoroki's chest.

“You students and your fights...” Recovery Girl huffed, leaving the two of them alone in the infirmary.

“Are you ok...?”

“Yeah... Just a broken arm....”

“That's good...”

“Stay away for him... I don't want this to happen again....”

“...If you stay with me... Protect me...” Izuku whimpered, hugging Todoroki tightly.

“I'll always protect you and stay with you...” Todoroki muttered, kissing the top of Izuku's head. Izuku purred, wiping the tears from his eyes. Izuku wrapped his arms around Todoroki and kissed him, Todoroki's eyes widened.

“...I'll be your protector... Forever...” Todoroki muttered, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against Izuku's.

#izuki midoriya #todoroki shōto #mha #mha omegaverse #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #alpha beta omega dynamics #omegamale #my writing #willow yelling

[writersmorgue]

Nightmare Material

15+ for graphic descriptions of violence, blood, and gore

can be read as slash or platonic

not proofread

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“SHUT UP DEKU! OH MY GOD, CAN YOU BE QUIET FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES?!”

The common room goes silent.

“Woah, Bakubro, he just asked if you were busy,” Kirishima chuckles nervously.

Katsuki looks over to Deku who, as expected, already has tears welling in his eyes.

“Shitty crybaby, of course I’m busy can’t you fuckin’ see? Go bother someone who cares.”

Deku sniffles like the pathetic little child that he is, and nods, “Ok Kacchan.”

“Fuckin’ annoying ass-” Katsuki mutters, ignoring the glares as he stomps out of the room. Taking the stairs two at a time before slamming the door shut behind him, imagining the flinches of his classmates as he does so.

Fuck that fucking nerd, always looking down at him. Asking him for help on math of all things, when he fuckin’ knows that’s Katsuki’s worst subject. Fuck him.

The little shit shouldn’t even be here, he’s not on Katsuki’s level. Just gonna get himself killed.

After a few minutes of grumbling into his pillow, there’s a knock at Katsuki’s door, followed by a meek, “Blasty?”

He groans dramatically and flops over onto his back, propelling himself up with a few controlled explosions.

“Fuckin’ what-” He swings the door open and comes face to face with the entire idiot squad.

Sero, Kirishima, Mina, and Kaminari all stand in front of him, Sero nervously wringing his hands, Kaminari avoiding eye contact, and Kirishima giving him a look.

Mina steps to the front of them, patting Kirishima’s shoulder as she does so.

“Blasty, you really gotta stop.” She stares him straight in the eyes, not backing down no matter how hard he glares.

“Stop fuckin’ what.”

Kirishima places a hand on Mina’s chest, stalling her step forward into Katsuki’s space. “You know what, Bakugo.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Oh please, like the little shit can’t handle some yelling. I’ve seen discount hot topic make his ears bleed-”

“This isn’t about Jirou. This is about you. You need to sort your shit out.” Sero’s frowning, a rare sight.

“Oh?” Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, “Or what?”

There’s a tense silence before Kaminari sniffs. “Or- or we won’t be your friends anymore!!” He stutters, bottom lip wobbling.

The rest of the group nods, one by one giving him a last glance.

Katsuki stands there for a few minutes, mainly thinking, but also fuming

How dare they treat him like that, like trash. He’s not trash, and he’s not the bad guy. He’s just trying to save Deku before it’s too late. Stupid idiot won’t last a day in the hero business, even with his new freak quirk. All it’s good for is hurting the nerd.

“Stupid Deku and his stupid protection squad, fuckin’ blind idiots.” He grumbles, slamming the door and returning to his lair.

He changes his clothes, resigning himself to finishing his weekend at the gym instead of on next week’s homework.

Bakugo stomps through the common room on the way to their practice room, a few of his classmates shoot him glares but he’s ignored for the most part. Something noticeably purposeful since he’s not exactly being quiet. Even Kirishima refuses to acknowledge his presence.

Yeah, that hurts.

He runs for two hours, lifts for one, and finishes with core for thirty minutes before his post-workout cooldown ritual. Thoroughly satiated and tired to the bone, he heads back to his dorm. Ignored this way too, he doesn’t bother saying goodnight to anyone. Not that he would usually. Not that he misses Ashido’s “Night blasty!!” on his way up the stairs.

He doesn’t give a shit.

He scrubs at his body with his last bits of energy and brushes his teeth half dead on his feet. Exhausted, he flops down on his bed and passes out almost immediately.

…

Someone’s screaming.

Katsuki lunges toward Shigaraki, whose hand barely grazes Izuku’s neck.

Izuku? When did he ever call the nerd something other than-

“DEKU!!!” Oh, he was the one screaming. He blasts himself forward and pushes Izuku out of the way, his dusted skin flaking off into the breeze as green hair skids to a stop on the ground below.

“Damn BRAT-” Shigaraki mutters, angrily scrunching his hand in mid-air before turning his attention to Katsuki. “YOU.” He points a cracked, pointed finger at Katsuki.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it old man?” He snorts, preparing his arms to blast again, he can feel the resistance from his last jump.

“You saved the little shit,” Shigaraki mutters to himself, nails dragging roughly down his neck, “must have a relationship, must be close to my enemy. Must die-”

Katsuki raises his hand, palms crackling in defiance, but he’s geared to go anyway.

Nothing happens.

“Fuck goddamnit!” His one fucking chance to get a drop on the guy and he’s out of juice? Fucking really?!

He’s so caught up in his fury he doesn’t notice the mad glint in the enemy’s eye. The way he smiles brokenly, bloody tongue barely peeking out.

“Poor little hero.” He mutters.

Katsuki jerks his head up just in time to see five fingers inches away from his face.

Well, this was fun.

“KATSUKI-” There’s pressure on his side and he falls, belatedly realizing he was pushed out of the way.

He looks hits the ground hard, hearing the reverberated snap of his ankle as it breaks.

“FALL HERO!! FALL BEFORE ME! YOUR NEW GO-”

Shigaraki falls to the ground as Todoroki whacks him over the head with a piece of rebar.

HIs normally stoic expression is frantic, he’s got fresh tears streaking down his face, and his forehead is covered in dried blood.

He tears his eyes away from the downed villain as Kirishima comes to cuff him, and screams in anguish at the sight of Izuku- Something Katsuki is still trying to wrap his head around.

A startled, almost pained sound escapes Katsuki as he half limps, half runs towards his best friend.

...best friend?

“IZUKU!”

Izuku has long since crumbled to his knees, clutching what remains of the left side of his face. Still slowly crumbling away. Blood pours down his arm and neck, making it difficult to see, but the sight of his eye frantically widening as Katsuki sits next to him is enough.

He removes his hand and sobs, throwing himself onto Katsuki.

“Eih- hgo-” He chokes, blood soaking Katsuki’s own suit as he rocks them both.

“Shh, it’s okay, Izuku.” He whispers, making eye contact with a sobbing Todoroki, who nods in approval.

“Izuku you’re gonna be fine.” The shock has yet to remove itself from Katsuki’s voice, and his words are filled with cracks and sobs, but he hopes it’s what Izuku needs.

“Aa- aah” Izuku’s broken kacchan followed by a fresh flow of blood down Katuski’s neck.

“I love you, Izuku. It’s gonna be alright.”

Izuku whimpers, clutching onto the blond’s neck for dear life.

And then he goes limp.

Katsuki’s eyes bug out, and he pulls Izuku arm’s length away. The gruesome sight that greets him is one he’ll never forget.

Izuku’s left eye hangs loosely down the side of his mangled cheekbone and jaw. Katsuki can see teeth starting to crumble as the decay works its way through his face. His nose is completely exposed, with no flesh left. No cute freckles. No scrunch when he smiles. And his other eye, possibly the worst part, stares lifelessly at Katsuki. The last remnants of tears make their way down his face.

He looks… terrified.

He died scared in the arms of his abuser. Someone who never even apologized to him. For fucking anything. Some vile part of Katsuki reminds him.

He saved me because I couldn’t do my fucking job.

He thrusts Izuku’s lifeless body into Shouto’s arms, who lets out a heartwrenching sob. Katsuki scrambles back, and can vaguely register the sound of pink cheeks vomiting behind him.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-” becoming increasingly more desperate with each utterance of the word, “FUCK!” Kirishima comes up behind him, picking him off the dust-covered ground and holding him to his chest. “This is all my fault!!!” He wails, “He fucking saved me, I couldn’t- this isn’t right no no NO-”

“Shhhh Katsuki-” Eijirou soothes him through his own tears, always the constant in Katsuki’s life. Well, after Deku.

Deku Deku Deku.

Dead Deku.

Because of you.

Katsuki takes another good look at Deku’s face where Shouto had freaked and discarded him on the ground. The unnatural bend of his arms, the bloody drool escaping his parted- if you can even call that a mouth anymore, his eyes.

And he screams.

He screams and he screams and he screams until someone shakes him so hard he wakes up.

Wait-

“BAKUGO!!! WAKE UP PLEASE-” Shitty hair screams at him, shaking his shoulders desperately as he thrashes in his sheets.

He stills, staring up at Kirishima with a shocked expression.

“Wh-”

“You were having a nightmare,” Kirishima explains, gasping for breath like he just ran a marathon.

Katsuki looks to the doorway where half of the boys in their class stand, expressions varying from worried to shocked.

He looks back at Kirishima, a pitiful whimper escaping his throat, “It- it wasn’t real?”

Katsuki looks to the door, half expecting to see Izuku there.

Missing an ear, you can see his tongue through his cheek.

Katsuki gulps, “Where’s Izuku?” He murmurs into the quiet room.

“Izuku?” Someone in the hallway mutters.

“Uh,” Kirishima catches himself before he can say something dumb, “Izu?- Uh- Midoriya is probably in his room. Didn’t think you’d want him here, but he knows. You kinda woke up the whole dorm.”

Kirishima has barely finished the sentence before he’s jumping out of bed, pajamas be damned, and sprinting toward the stairs. When he gets to Izuku’s floor he makes a hard right, Icyhot shouting something about being nice behind him.

Katsuki can yell at him later.

Running gives him time to think, and the more Katsuki thinks the more he realizes that his nightmare might as well have been a prophecy. Izuku would pull some martyr shit like that, but it was only Katsuki’s fault in the first place that he was put in that situation. He’s the only one to blame. Izuku had done everything right, and Katsuki managed to fuck it up.

Hollow socket, tendons hanging, blood turning his green suit a muddied brown.

Katsuki knocks on the door frantically, scared about what he’ll see when Izuku answers.

There’s some rustling from inside before Izuku peeks out, green curls messy from sleep.

“Wh- I thought Aoyama said you were having a nightmare.” His eyebrows furrow.

“I was,” Katsuki breathes, taking in how whole his rival is. “But it wasn’t real.”

He reaches out hesitantly and brushes an unruly lock of green out of Izuku’s left eye.

“Everything’s where it should be-” He chuckles almost in bewilderment.

He drags his fingers gently down Izuku’s cheek, tracing where the decay had rotted away skin, now whole.

A few of the classmates who followed him gasp in surprise when Katsuki clutches Izuku’s shoulders and buries his face in soft green hair. Completely breaking down as he sobs.

Izuku freezes, terrified of ruining the moment, even though he really wants to ask someone what the fuck is happening.

He gives Kirishima a questioning look as he hesitantly rubs along Katsuki’s back.

The redhead just shrugs.

“I’m sorry Izuku.”

Aaaand the damn breaks.

Izuku sobs as Katsuki clutches him tighter, their friends begin to awkwardly back out of the hallway after witnessing whatever that was.

“Wh- Kacchan?” He pulls away reluctantly, but he needs to see Katsuki’s face.

The blond’s eyes are red and puffy, same as his cheeks, but he’s dead serious.

“I’m so fucking sorry. You don’t deserve any of the shit I put you through, you’re a really good guy.” He heaves in a breath, “And- I know you’ll be a great hero someday.”

“Kacchan… why?”

Katsuki looks away, “I just- thought about some things,” He doesn’t mention that the thinking involved seeing his classmate’s bloodied corpse, “realized how full of myself I am. You really did just want help on that math homework, huh?” He huffs, shaking his head at his past self.

“I did. What else would I have wanted?”

Katsuki sniffs, angrily rubbing at his eyes, “I don’t know, Izuku. I’m a fucking idiot.”

Izuku smiles sadly, “All I’ve ever wanted is to be your friend, Kacchan.

The blond nods, “Yeah, I think I see that now. Can- can we still do that? Be friends?”

Izuku beams, rubbing his own tears away and pulling Katsuki into another tight hug.

“There’s nothing I want more, Katsuki.”

#bakudeku #bkdk #platonic #romantic #krbk #kiribaku #eijirou kirishima #bnha #mha #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #kacchan #deku #fic #my fic #crossposted on ao3 #tw body horror #shigaraki tomura #todoroki shouto #llyn writes shit #fanfic #bnha fanfic #nightmares #apologies #bkdk apology #not canon compliant

[hunni-pen]

Can you maybe do an Among Us AU with a yandere Midoriya, Todoroki or Bakugou? It can be smut or no smut whatever you’re feeling at the moment!

YANDERE MHA HEADCANONS AMONG US AU

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, implied dub-con, implied nsfw.

Notes: Thank you for your ask, I hope I was to live up to your expectations🥺. Not all of them will have smut, but some will have implied nsfw.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

- He’d act all afraid when people started dying.

- “Hey (Y/N) is we stay together we’ll be safer right?”

- He just looked so cute and innocent you couldn’t help but agree.

- He was smart enough not to kill anyone with you around though.

- But seeing the fear on your face as the numbers started dialing down, and people became more desperate made his heart beat with excitement.

- Lord help the poor bastard that even suggested you were the imposter.

- “It’s funny you say that, cause I’ve been with them the whole time. Maybe you’re the one killing people. Maybe you don’t want them to find out.”

- He always had a practiced lie or excuse to get the two of you out of trouble.

- But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember if he actually did any tasks he’d claim to do.

- One day he’d snap and corner you in storage or something. Maybe yank you into the vents.

- He’d confess everything then and there. Lying to his darling all that time was breaking his heart.

- “I’ve been protecting you from them all this time. Now it’s finally just you and me.

SHOTO TODOROKI

- He’s dead silent.

- He doesn’t work with you but he’s always around you.

- You can just never see him.

- Sometimes you’d feel something watching you and when you’d turn around there’d be no one there. Other times he’d just be watching.

- It honestly freaked you out. So when you said he’d been following you and his face lifted and he looked back with a sinister confused face, your stomach nearly dropped.

- “What do you mean medbay? I was taking out the trash. We were on completely opposite sides of the plane?”

- But if someone blames you, he’s glaring daggers into their head. “Didn’t you hear them say that they were in medbay?”

- Needless to say they wouldn’t be alive for much longer.

- He’d definitely save you for last. Catching you in the office and closing the door before climbing up from the vents.

- You’d still be paying attention to the door. Then your body would be pressed against the desk, and a hot breath would brush across your neck.

- “No one is going to save you, no one but me. You never thanked me for standing up for you this whole time.”

- He’d have you trapped with both his hands on either side of you.

- “You can owe me back this way, or with me looking at your cute terrified face.”

- Got carried away

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- You’d known immediately.

- He’d pulled you into the vents and declared that he was going toy save you for last.

- No one would believe you anyways.

- He always made sure to speak over you or make his claim first. He looked reliable to everyone else.

- Everyone trusted them all up until he’d killed them.

- So you resorted to hiding.

- Lord when he found you, curled up in storage, your heart stopped.

- He’d dropped the bloody knife and threw off his helmet.

- “I told you I’d save you for last. You should feel thankful for that.”

- He cornered you, eyes weeping down your body. “You should feel thankful for all the love I’m going to give you.”

———

Fin. I hoped you liked it.

#asks open #reader insert #writing #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bnha smut #my hero academia #mha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #among us #among us au #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader

[darlingyanderes]

Two-timed pt.3 - Yandere!Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader x yandere!Izuku Midoriya

@thirsthourdemon, here is day 16 of @yandere-sins‘ Yantober prompt list! This is the last part of the small series, so if you haven’t read part 1 and part 2 yet, please make sure to check those out before reading this one! I hope you enjoy what I wrote for prompt 16: darkness 

Warnings: vaguely mentioned rape, y/n turns catatonic, blood, murder, 

Word count: 1216

(Y/N) laid in bed, unmoving. She couldn’t bring herself to move, nor take in her surroundings. It was simply too much.

It’s been a few years since she was taken here. At first, she struggled, not wanting to give in to Deku and Bakugo’s insane idea of a relationship. But as the months passed by, and as months turned into years, the hope that she might be rescued by her family or friends one day slowly waned away, until there was nothing left. She was stuck here, she knew it, but she felt like she had to make the most of it.

Despite everything, (Y/N) had managed to find peace with the fact that every single aspect of her life is controlled by her captors. What she ate, what she wore, what she could or couldn’t do; it was all dictated in a special set of rules for her. At any given time of day, at least one of them would be keeping an eye on here like they were her personal bodyguards. (Y/N) followed the rules; there’s no use in disobeying when there’s no chance at escape.

Besides that, it wasn’t all that bad. She was well taken care of. Even back when she used to misbehave, they were still kind to her and made sure she ate and slept properly. The hugs and kisses were also starting to grow on her.

And luckily, she still had a piece of independence, the one thing she could keep safe for herself and not let them steal it away. When she kissed Deku or Bakugo and they got too heated, she could always say no to them and they would listen. Bakugo would be upset and try to push her to go a little further, but Deku would immediately back down and tell Bakugo they shouldn’t hurt (Y/N) by doing things like that. (Y/N) knew that with Deku around, Bakugo would never do something like that against her will.

But one day, Deku sent a text message saying that he was going to be home later than usual.

One day, Bakugo grinned slyly at (Y/N) and pushed his mouth on hers.

One day, Bakugo dragged (Y/N) into the bedroom and took her one piece of independence.

When Deku finally came home, it was already too late. Still unaware of what happened, he happily entered their shared apartment. “I’m home! Sorry I’m so late, I brought some of (Y/N)’s favourite snacks to make it up to you.”

He took off his shoes, dropped his bag on the kitchen counter and started waltzing towards (Y/N)’s bedroom, right at the moment when Bakugo came out of her room. His hair was tousled and the remains of a blush were visible on his face. With hazy eyes and a cocky grin, he simply said: “Yo, took you long enough.”

Deku looked at Bakugo suspiciously. He only looked like that when he came back from the bathroom after (Y/N) turned him down. “Is (Y/N) okay? Usually she greets me right when I get home.”

Bakugo laid a hand on Deku’s shoulder and as though it were a warning, told him: “She’s just tired. Let her rest.”

He winked at him and strolled to their living room, plopping down on the couch. His eyes were already glued to the TV in mere seconds.

Deku didn’t like this. Not one bit. After shooting Bakugo a glare, he rushed into (Y/N)’s room and found her lying still on the bed.

She was naked, bruises and hickeys all over her body. Salty sweat covered her skin and made her dishevelled hair stick to her shivering form. A few drops of blood, still fresh, had stained the matrass. Whatever had happened, took place not too long ago.

While seeing his beloved (Y/N), his sunshine, his darling, in this situation was enough to make him want to cry and hold her close, her eyes made his heart break in a thousand pieces.

Her eyes held no light. Whatever twinkle of curiosity and joy had been there after her years of captivity, was completely wiped out. Only darkness remained, two eyes capable of sight but seeing nothing. It was almost like she was a doll.

Deku immediately rushed to her side, landing on his knees. He covered her with a blanket and grabbed her hand tightly. Worried and on the verge of tears, he asked: “(Y/N)? What happened? What’s wrong?”

He got no answer. (Y/N) simply blinked and continued gazing at nothing. Deku’s hand desperately cupped her cheek. His thumb ran over her skin, brushing away the hairs. “Please say something, anything. What happened? Please tell me, I’ll make it all go away!”

Still nothing. The first tears had started rolling down his face. He tried to contain his sobs as well as he could, asking her what happened time and time again, until his hand touched a strange liquid in her hair.

When he put his hand closer to investigate it, he discovered it was a white, sticky fluid with an almost slime-y consistency. He didn’t have to think long to figure out what it was. Bakugo’s strange appearance, his behaviour, and now this liquid.

Deku clenched his hand into a fist so tight, his knuckles turned white. His teeth gritted together as he felt a red hot boiling rage take over his mind. Through his teeth, he growled: “Bakugo.”

--

(Y/N) kept lying there in bed, not moving a single muscle, despite hearing the vile curse words being thrown around beyond her bedroom wall. Even when the voices had turned into screams and grunts of pain, or when one voice desperately started pleading for his life, she had no reaction. Nor when that voice suddenly wasn’t there anymore.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a bloodied and beaten up Deku come back into her room. He crouched down in front of her, still breathing heavily from the physical effort. With a shaky breath, he told her that he took care of him, that she’d never have to see him ever again.

His arms snaked around her, picking her up like the limp ragdoll she was. She simply rested her head on his shoulder and allowed him to place her in the pleasantly warm bathtub. He quickly joined her, slotting himself behind her back and holding her tightly to his body. Below the water, Deku rubbed soothing circles on her stomach while he rested his head on her shoulder.

His mouth close to her ear, Deku kept whispering things in her ear. He said that they’re alone now, so they don’t have to worry about him anymore. They can just be at peace with each other forever, no one would interrupt them. No one would hurt her anymore. It will all be okay. I love you.

But (Y/N) couldn’t focus on his words. Her eyes were fixated on the blood that had washed off Deku and was now floating in the bathwater, making it stick to her skin. She raised her hand out of the water to examine the blood. Before she knew it, Deku’s hand reached around and intertwined his fingers with hers.

While looking at the red-tinted water that dripped from their hands, (Y/N) couldn’t help but wonder: is this really what love meant?

#yandere #yandere imagine #yandere imagines bnha #yandere fic #yantober #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere bnha x reader #yandere izuku #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere deku #yandere midoriya #yandere izuku x reader #yandere midoriya x reader #yandere bakugo #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere katsuki bakugo #yandere bakugo katstuki x reader #yandere izuku x reader x yandere bakugo

[zukkoxx]

mha boys realizing they’re in love pt.1

w/ deku, bakugo

tw⚠️ insecurities!, self doubt!

deku 🥦

izuku knew he loved you since you guys started dating.

he had liked you for a long time, and when you finally got together in your last year of UA, he couldn’t have been happier.

he planned on living the rest of his life with you. and would go through any feats to make it possible.

so when you started to feel doubts about your relationship? that was a wake up call for him.

you had just finished training, all sweaty and tired, walking back to your dorm with a towel around your neck.

you scrolled through your phone mindlessly, and just happened to come across a twitter post about your boyfriend, deku, who had just taken down one of the villains that’s been on the run for months.

you smiled. you were so proud of him. already achieving his dream in becoming one of the greatest heroes. and getting the recognition he finally deserved.

you made it your your dorm, slumping on your bed as you read some of the comments.

woah this guy is still attending UA!? he’ll be a great hero for sure

there’s no one like him!

deku strikes again! what a stud😍

you laughed at some, grimaced at others that claimed the mission was too easy for him. but one particular comment had you freezing in your spot.

is he single? i won’t hesitate to run to the scene and give him my hand in marriage right now!

you knew it was a fun, lighthearted comment. but you clicked the the commenters page and instantly noticed how beautiful as preppy she was.

she was also a big deku fan...probably had more merch than you.

you sighed and threw your phone across the bed.

for the past few weeks, you had been thinking about how different you and izuku were in terms of success.

you were both in your last year of high school, and he had already done so much.

worked on so many cases with pro heroes and went through successful missions all the time. he was destined to become the greatest hero.

and you?

well, you’ve never even caught a villain.

sure you’ve helped out on low grade missions for the hero you interned under, but you had never been publicly praised like izuku. you never stood out.

you had trouble believing you’d become a hero at all.

you always wondered, wouldn’t izuku be better off with someone that could keep up with him? who wouldn’t hold him back. someone who he wouldn’t leave in the dust when he excelled in the future.

he deserved someone better.

your thoughts were cut off when your dorm door brushed open, revealing no other than the man himself.

izuku walked into your room with worried eyes and seemed out of breath.

“y/n? ive texted and called a bunch of times. why haven’t you answered?” he asked, and you subtly turned to your phone that you discarded on the other half of the bed.

“my ringer was off. sorry izu.” you tired to give him a smile as he sat next to you on your bed. “i saw an article about your mission today. you were amazing!” you complimented.

“ahh you give me too much credit. i couldn’t have dont anything with the pro heroes and other people helping.”

“still, you’re a great hero. i wish i was like that.” you chuckle dryly, past insecurities already pushing forward again.

“what!? you’re a great hero y/n!” izuku exclaimed.

“i’ve barely done anything izuku. i don’t know how you put up with me. i should be able to help you on your missions, but i’m stuck in the same position i have been in. i don’t know when i’ll improve.”

you didn’t mean to sound so pathetic, but you had been feeling this way for so long. it was all just spilling out now.

and izuku? he literally stopped breathing when he heard what you were saying about yourself. “you deserve someone that will be able to keep up with you. what will people think when they find out the amazing deku is dating a weak, incapable, good for nothing-”

“don’t say one more word y/n.” izuku cuts you off, and you look up to meet his eyes piercing yours.

they were dark, nothing like their usual gleaming glow that shined when he looked at you.

there was no sign of amusement on any of his features. just dead seriousness

“what the hell are you talking about y/n?” he asks, but doesn’t give you a chance to respond. “you’re one of the most courageous, brave, intelligent, capable people i know! where is all of this coming from?”

“i’ve been thinking about it for a while. it’s just you’re so...amazing and i’m so...” you knew anything you could have said after that would make him even more angry. it was nothing positive.

god he probably hated you for being so insecure.

“you’re you, y/n.” izuku says softly. “you’re you and you’re who i love. i don’t care about what i do, what you do, who says what! i love you for you!”

izuku looks at you with so much love and compassion. you stared into his eyes, wondering what was gong on in his head.

well? at the moment he despised himself for letting you feel this way.

you were his whole world! the person who supported you in everything he did and he would support you in the same way! he couldn’t understand why you were feeling this way when he was literally...in love with you.

he loved you yeah of course, but hearing the way you were speaking about yourself, and how you had doubts about your relationship made his heart physically hurt. he was absolutely and unconditionally in love with you and wouldn’t be able to see himself with anyone else.

and he needed you to hear it.

“y/n you’re my everything! i’m so in love with you, no amount of fame or recognition could make me even think about leaving you!” izuku said urgently, and he finally calmed down when he saw a slight smile reach your lips.

a real one this time.

the conversation continued, and izuku promised to let you learn and remember how in love he was with you until it was the last thing he’d do.

bakugo 💥

bakugo would never pursue anyone unless he definitely knew he loved them.

so of course he never asked you out when he couldn’t differentiate if what he felt for you was love, or if it was a stupid little crush.

he didn’t like thinking about his feelings, especially the irrelevant ones.

he was trying to become the number one hero. who needed time for love anyways?

so he ignored his “feelings” for you, not allowing them to confuse him any longer.

it wasn’t until a few months into his third year when bakugo got the worst news of his life.

you were on a mission. an important one that had you absent from school for weeks.

bakugo was worried.

he’d text you every few days, asking what was going on and how things were and you’d always respond with “it’s fine.” or “we’re hanging in there.”

he assumed it was a pretty difficult mission, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

you were strong

so when he heard from a certain icy-hot that you were in the hospital in critical condition after completing the mission, he forgot about everything and ran straight to you.

ignoring aizawa’s calls, he almost blasted himself out of UA and checked every hospital for you, considering he didn’t even ask todoroki which one you were in before he left.

when he finally reached the hospital holding you, he sprinted to your room.

he found you hooked up to a bunch of wires and tests.

you looked peaceful, sleeping while the heart monitor beeped beside you.

but you looked horrible. bloody bandages covered almost every limb, and your body was covered in bruises.

bakugo’s heart dropped to his stomach. he couldn’t stand seeing you like this.

why does his feelings have to be 100x more noticeable when your tragically hurt!?

he sat down on the empty chair beside the hospital bed, wondering why no one else was visiting at this time.

he stared at you, something he couldn’t get off of his mind lately.

“why do you make me feel things, dumbass?” he asked, waiting for a response. “i never skip class! you just had to get hurt and make me skip the test review.” he rolled his eyes, but his face softened as he looked at you, still sleeping.

“i’ll help you study. you’ll probably fail without going over what we learned.”

.....

“would you wake up, you shitty woman!” he yelled, gripping the side of your bed “this is scary, you know?”

.....

“i should’ve called you today, i just assumed you’d be too busy to talk. if you told me you were in trouble, i’d blast my ass to wherever you were in a heartbeat.” bakugo said, feeling his actual heart skip a beat when you still didn’t respond. 

“please wake up...”

after about an hour of waiting, your other classmates came in, checking on your condition.

you still hadn’t woken up, but your vitals were better and your breath were more steady.

by the time night fell, everyone left; except for bakugo

he was just starting to fall asleep when he felt she. he heard you stir in the hospital bed.

his head shot up, quickly turning to face you as he saw you blinking you eyes slowly.

“y/n!” he yelled a little louder than anticipated, making you shoot awake and look at him.

you blinked a few more times before realizing who you were looking at. “katsuki!?” you asked, trying to sit up, but feeling a sharp pain in your side.

“hey! don’t move dumbass. are you okay? do you remember anything?” he frantically asked.

“umm...i’m fine?” you said, sounding like you were trying to convince yourself. “why are you here?”

“why am i here? you were admitted into the hospital in critical condition!”

“i-i’m sorry, everything’s a bit fuzzy right now.” you say softly, putting a hand on your forehead and tryin got remember everything.

bakugo softened, and waited until you got yourself together. “how long have you been here?” you ask

“since this morning.”

“this morning!? katsuki what about school? do your parents even know you’re here?”

“why the hell are you worried about me? you’re the one hooked up to all these machines and can barely move!” bakugo yelled, trying to understand why you were so focused on him being there with you.

“i just never thought you’d be the one to go out of your way to check on someone. let alone be here the whole day...” you whispered, suddenly feeling shy at the idea of bakugo keeping your sleeping body company for hours.

bakugo froze at your words.

he really wasn’t the type to go check on people for more than a few minutes. especially not one to skip school because of it.

maybe he did this because he felt a little more than what he thought he did.

maybe this wasn’t a stupid little crush? maybe it was something serious that he had just been blowing off.

when he heard about your condition, he just couldn’t stand by. there must have been something that pushed him to run to you.

“it’s cause u care about you...idiot. i wasn’t gonna a let you suffer here alone.” he huffs, crossing his arms.

“katsukiii do you like me or something?” you asked in a teasing tone

he couldn’t believe you were making jokes at a time like this. furthermore, he couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to see through his facade.

“i do.” he states. there was no point in lying.

“i was just kidding kats-“

“i’m not.” he cuts you off. “i care about you, and i like you. a lot. so...you better like be bad damn it. or i’ll blow you to bits!”

you chuckled and smiled tenderly at him. you definitely weren’t expecting him to say that, but you weren’t complaining.

“i like you too...i guess.” you smile, and katsuki tsked before smirking at you.

he finally felt like he could breath again, and that everything was going to be fine now.

except...katsuki didn’t like you. he loved you. but no way would he tell you that

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[cherriesradio]

How MHA comforts your kid after a nightmare.

With Bakugo, Deku, and Todorki (Gn!reader)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse

Word Count: 1,863

Info on kids: (take in I got the names off a random website so tell me if it’s offensive)

Bakugo - Daughter, Named Ena, 6 years old

Deku - Twins, Girl: Fumiko, 10 years old, Boy: Akio, 5 years old

Todoroki - Son, Kento, 7 years old

Bakugo

He had been staying late for work, a habit he had been trying to stop for a while now. At least this time it was necessary because there was a big villain fight earlier that day, and he graciously offered to help with clean up.

Wanting to get the stress off your daughters shoulders, so decided to have a movie night.

Ena had taken a likening to Disney movies, some how. Though she did seem to most admire the villians more then the hero’s. Or the arrogant hero’s. Like father like daughter, I guess.

You pick Ena from school, on the way home she asks if what they showed on the news really happened, and “is daddy really hurt? I’m worried ‘bout daddy.”

You curse under your breath about why the fuck they would play the normal bloody and grim news infront of first graders. Sure, a lot of the kids parents are hero’s, but their parents should tell them that, not a TV.

You look at her at once at a spot light. Her sad face, her knees to her chest in the backseat. You place your hand on her knee.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna be okay, he’s even helping clean up the mess later. So he’s gonna be home later than normal.”

Your happy when you see her get slightly less worried, knowing her dad is okay.

Once you get home you make her some ramen while she talks about her day at the counter.

You hand her the ramen, and offer taht after she does her homework and you check it, you could have a Disney movies marathon.

“What in the world is a movie marathon? Is it liek when those crazy people runnin’ for a while mile in like two minutes?”

You chuckle and roffles up her hair, kissing the top of her head. “It’s where you watch a bunch of movies in a row. We could do Disney.”

She instantly gains a spark in her eyes as soon as you say Disney, quickly squealing and running off to do her homework as quickly as she could.

Once she finished and you checked, her getting all the problems correct as normal, you get on the couch and start.

You go on for hours, at some points she sits down at the coffee table and plays with toys. Though she always ends up back cuddling into your chest, sitting in your lap, head turned to see the movie.

Around 10, she fell asleep. You thanked the lord that she didn’t have school the next day, also a little thankful she did stay up late, she would nap more the next day.

Quickly after you turned the movies off and fell asleep as well.

Bakugo sighed, annoyed that he had to stay till one in the morning to clean.

He was so ready to quickly eat left overs, kiss his little hothead of a daughters forehead, and then cuddle up to you as you slept. But NOPE, you just use to be all cUtE and cuddle with your daughter on the couch

How dare you be a good parent >:(

Though, Era seemed to be clingy tightly to your skin, surprising Bakugo on how you weren’t awaken by her uncut, sharp nails.

He moved to place his hand on her shoulder, his hot touch quickly waking her up with a loud “Daddy!”

You woke up very much startled by to daughter scream.

“Sweetheart what happened?” You say somehow quickly than Bakugo, turning quickly to her.

Era looked up at Bakugo, the slightest bit of relief going through her stressed mind.

“Daddy’s okay? R-right? He’s right there, he’s he’s gotta be okay?” Her eyes flickered from you and Bakugo.

You finally noticed that Bakugo was there, and was probably the one waking her up from her nightmare.

You stood up, hold Era on your hip. You hugged Bakugo, Era’s arms wrapped around both of you.

“What the hell happened?” He whispered, toward Era just barely couldn’t hear.

“She was worried about you, Love.”

Bakugo picked her out of your arms and put her legs around his waist.

“Listen, Babes. I’m never gonna be hurt to bad in a fight. Daddy’s to strong for that!” He smirked, quickly followed with a big grin when Era giggled.

“Daddy’s too great to get hurt!” She cheered, the past tear marks now seeming meaningless to her.

“Yeah!”

Deku

You were tired as normal after the large effort of getting the twins to bed. You knew you wanted to see Deku today, and also knew that he would get home late as normal.

At least he had lots of time in the day for you and your kids.

You drank some coffee, it was merely nine o’clock and Izuku wouldn’t be home till at least one in the morning.

You layed on the couch, putting on a queit movie as to not wake the kids.

“I’m home!” Izuku called, earlier than he told you.

“Izuku? I thought you said you would be home at one? It’s only 12.” You said while walking up to him.

“I wanted to surprise you, Lovely. I may have been held back, I thought I would come home before the kids even fell asleep.” He said, putting his arms around your waist and kissing your nose.

“Your an idiot.” You snickered at his plan.

“I’m your idiot.” He laughed, raising his hand from your waist. “And your stuck with me.” He said, pointing to the ring on his finger.

You laugh at your silly husband, who somehow still had that wholesome attitude after all the trama and hurt he insured over the years of being a hero.

You both go to bed, cuddle up to each other, kissing the others warm and welcoming touch.

When I the middle of the night you hear soft but quick knocks coming from the door.

“Izuku, could… could you get it?” You ask, him already on his way to the door.

He gently opened the door, to a tired looking Fumiko and a crying Aiko. Funiko’s hand was lightly on his back, holding his trembling body in place.

“Dad, dad I had I really and nightmare. C-can I sleep with you tonight?” Aiko muttered under his breath.

Izuku looked up towards Fumiko, trying to aka what had happened.

“He woke up a few minutes ago. He had a dream, I think you died or something. I tried to comfort him but he just wanted you and p/n.” (P/n: parental name (mom, dad, etc)

“Thanks, Fumiko. Go back to bed, I’ll let Akio sleep with us tonight.” He whispered, kissing his daughters forehead before she went back to their room across the hall.

He yawned and walked back to the bed, Akio on his hip. He gently shook you back awake.

“Lovely? Akio had a nightmare.” He told you, as you turned to face him. You had a sympathetic look on your face, looking into your child’s terrifyed eyes.

You nodded and reached your arms out to hold Akio in your arms. He plopped onto you, his face just far enough to be heard while talking.

“Dad and you are gonna be safe, right? Right, p/n?” He looked up at you. You nodded and wiped away his tears.

Izuku layed back down and run his hands through Akio’s hair, something that had always comforted you during the UA days, and even now.

Akio feel asleep with in minutes, and you kept him to your chest to make sure he wouldn’t get nightmares. Not with you and Izuku protecting him.

Todorki (warning; ANGST)

He was glad, he could finally get home early for once. He decided not to tell you, similar to Izuku, wanting to surprise you and Kento.

“Dears! I’m home early!” He smiled as he walked into the classic Chinese (?) home, ready for you and Kento to jump in and hug him.

But, instead of being welcomed home with a loving bear hug, he was welcomed with two terrified glares, and and a unmatching one that was filled with heat.

Endeavor.

“Shouto, your home early.” You said, wanting to interrupt the silence.

“Dear, why in the world is this bastard here?” He said with a growl.

“I didn’t know you had a son, Shouto.” Endeavor said. His scar seemed to have healed slightly over the years, though it was clearly visible still.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were gonna stay out of my life from now on.” Shouto said, still having to look up at the tall man.

“I’m just visiting. You don’t have to hold a grudge.” Endeavor shrugged and turned back to you and Kento on the couch.

“Kento, right?” He titled his head, lowering his arms.

He picked Kento up.

The man who you had been told abused his children, beat his wife, killed mercilessly, took away the love of your life’s childhood, picked up your child.

Anger immediately pumped into your veins, you quickly tearing a terrified Kento from the old mans arms.

“Get away from my son!”

“You know, I never did think you were good for Shouto.”

You better believe Shouto took care of the rest.

You crattled Kento in your arms, not wanting to let go even long after he fell asleep. You had to keep yourself from holding onto him to hard, knowing that if you held on as hard as you wanted, you would crush the poor kid.

Shouto sighed and walked back in, walking into the bedroom where you held Kento.

“Dear.” He said in the doorway. His voice was soft and familar.

“Yes, love?” You said, peaking up at him.

He walked and sat down next to you, kissing your shoulder. You almost feel the pain oozing out of him. (God I hate “ooze” so much-)

“I’m sorry, Dear. I’ll…” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “I don’t even know. He refuses to retire and the government is a total suck up for him.”

You exhale and Lena on his shoulder.

“We are never letting that happen again.” You scoff in to his sleeve.

“Yes, of course. He’s never gonna come back here, into our home.” He safely added.

“Not that. Of course I’m still never gonna let him in again. I’m never letting that bitch hold my baby ever again.” You said. He gently smiled down at you, admittedly a little glad you had such a hatred of his father.

You grunted as Kento held on tighter to your waist where he had his arms wrapped around, his face wrinkled liek he just ate something sour.

This being familar, him sharing regular nightmares like his father, you softly woke him up.

“Dear? Dear wake up, the scary man is gone. He’s never coming back.” You said as Shouto softly shook his arm, and you shakes his slightly.

“Mh… p/n, Dad… I’m scared. He came back in my head.” He whimpered, tapping his forehead.

He leaned down and pressed his face on his stomach, peaking up with sad eyes at Kendo’s face.

“I know. We all are. But that’s never gonna happen again. We’ll make sure of it.”

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[writteninkat]

vii - stargazing idiots

word count - 2,854

warnings - reader goes through what is caused by past trauma, mentions of death, mentions of murder

"Angels like you can't fly down hell with me. I'm everything they said I would be."

index

Right after All Might showed up, your body gave up on you and Tsuyu and Izuku had to help keep you up. Your eyelids felt heavier than ever and your head felt like it was going to burst. Your breathing is ragged and the last thing you see is Aizawa's bloodied body before darkness swallows you hole.

It's cold. So very cold.

You open your eyes only to be greeted by a never ending darkness. You feel like you're floating in water.

"Y/n." You hear his all too familiar voice. It's deep, if you could feel it it would feel like rubbing against sandpaper, it's also very cold and a sound that's void of any emotion.

"You did this to me." All of a sudden, Aizawa is standing in front of you, face bloodied and brusied, arms broken and turned to numerous directions. "Why are you so weak?!" He yells as tears begin streaming down your face.

You curl your body, placing your hand on your ears to try and block out your teacher's voice, but it's as if they're everywhere. They're around and inside you.

"I died because of you!" Aizawa yells, gis voice echoing inside your head. "The nomu didn't kill me, you did! You are a murderer! It's because you're so weak that I died!"

You scream, your body feeling immense pressure as hot tears stream down your face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You yell.

"You killed me. You can never be a hero. You are a murderer, you hear me! I murderer!" You open your eyes, your body shaking as you watch his hand about to grab you.

"I'm not a murderer!" You yell, your eyes opening to the sight of a white ceiling. "Y/n! Calm down! It's just a nightmare!" You hear his gruff voice beside you, it always managed to calm you down. As you turn your head to face him, Katsuki can't help but feel his heart break at the sight of your cheeks wet with tears and eyes red and puffy.

"Suki..." You sob, your body immediately being pulled into a warm hug as Katsuki whispers shushes into your ear. His hand strokes your hair as his arms tigten around you. "It's okay, just let it all out. Cry to me. I'm right here."

Your loud sobs and yelling fill the rooms, even alerting some of the nurses but Katsuki motions for them to leave you two alone.

Your heart feels like it's being crushed and it feel difficult to breathe. Despite this, you don't want Katsuki to let you go. You don't want his familiar warmth to leave your side, not now when you're feeling especially vulnerable.

When your sobs quiet down, Katsuki slowly pulls away, looking into your eyes. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here." He shushes, wiping away your tears as his eyes analyze yours.

"You're okay. What made you cry out like that?" He asks, thumb caressing your cheek softly. You place a hand on his wrist, melting into his touch as you closed your eyes, letting your tears fall.

"Aizawa sensei... He... I killed-"

"We heard Y/n was yelling. What's wrong?!" Midnight barges in, making you immediately turn to her. Behind her she has Present Mic and someone else who's wrapped up in bandages.

Your eyes widen, "Aizawa... sensei..." You mutter, the bandaged-up person tilting his head to the side. "Yes? Are you okay, Y/n?"

Tears fill your eyes again, but this time, there's no longer weight on your shoulders or heart and it feels much easier to breathe. You start sobbing once again, Katsuki looking lost and confused as to what he's supposed to do.

"You're not dead!" You sob, "I thought I killed you- hic- because I was too weak!" You cry out, using your knuckles to wipe away your tears only for them to be replaced by new ones.

"I thought I became a murderer-hic-because I was too weak to protect you, and you died because of me!" You don't even notice Aizawa walking up to you. Despite his bandaged state and the casts he has on both arms, he pulls you into a slightly awkward hug. You wrap your arms around his torso, careful not to hurt him with it.

"Why are you carrying such a burden? Why do you have such thoughts, little girl?" Aizawa asks, his tone hurt. "I have these injuries because I chose to protect you, my students. If I ever get hurt, never, and I mean never blame yourself for it."

You bury your face onto his chest, tears rolling at his words. "Heroes go through stuff like these every time. We sacrifice ourselves to protect the weak and also to keep the peace. In your journey to becoming a hero, you will encounter many situations like these, some are even more worse. But just remember my words-" he pushes you softly, looking down at your swollen eyes. "-have courage, have faith on yourself and the people around you. Trust in them to prevail through just like how you will. Remember that we are all strong because we are heroes but that doesn't mean we have to carry all the burden by ourselves. Be good to yourself and let go if you need to. You're only sixteen, it's okay to act like a child sometimes."

You never thought you'd hear those words from your homeroom teacher who always seemed so indifferent, but at the end of the day, he truly does care about his students from the bottom of his heart.

"Good evening, visiting hours ended five minutes ago. Only miss L/n's guardian if allowed to stay with her." A nurse knocks on your open door, catching everyone's attention.

"I'll be her guardian-" Katsuki cuts off Midnight's words, "Not so fast. I'm her guardian."

"None of you are my guardians." You sigh, "It's been a tiring day and I just want you all to rest. Especially you guys, Aizawa sensei and Katsuki." You move to lay on your bed, but Katsuki raises you a questioning brow.

"What do you mean long day? You've been out for two days." Your eyes widen at his words. You turn to look at the teachers and they all giving knowing nods. "Wait- so does that mean-" You point at Katsuki who rolls his eyes, "Yes, dumbass. I've been watching over you this whole time." At the realization of his words, Katsuki turns away to hide his blush and yet again, fails to notice the red tips of his ears.

"Anyway, the doctors say that you'll be discharged tomorrow morning so you can-" You cut of Aizawa, "Finally go back to school!" You sigh, stretching your arms out and then letting out a sigh.

"I was going to say stay home and rest but if that's what you want then I won't stop you. Bakugou." Katsuki turns around, his face and ears no longer flushed and is back to it's natural scowling state. "I'm not sure how or why your parents allowed you to stay here at the hospital but I'm glad at least someone is taking care of her. There are many qualified pros scouting this area especially at night so you two can rest easy."

With one last nod, the teachers all walk away, bidding the two of you good night. The door closes and you reach over to take your phone from the bedside table, unlocking it. Your eyes widen at the sight of forty-seven missed calls from your mom and just as many number of unread text messages.

"Your mom was called by the school about your situation and assured her that you were alright, but I guess that didn't stop her from blowing up your phone." Katsuki says, eyes on the apple he's peeling.

"Sorry about that, I bet you didn't get enough sleep with all the calling." Your eyebrows knit together in cringe as you force out a smile to which Katsuki shakes his head at. "Your mom is probably the one who didn't get any sleep at all. You should call her and ensure to her that you're alright." He points the knife at your phone before returning back to peeling the apple.

You call your mother in facetime and it rings twice before she answers. "Y/n oh my god! Are you alright, baby?! No, don't answer that. I'm on my way there right now-"

"Mom, what do you mean on your way- here in Japan?" Your eyes scan her background, heart falling to your stkmach as you recognize the airport.

"Hold on! Stop, stop! Mom! You have work back there in the states, you can't come to Japan."

"But you're hurt-"

"Mom," You sigh, "Look, I'm sorry for worrying you. But I swear, I'm fine. Just a few bruises and scrapes but what's a hero without scars, am I right?"

Your mom looks like she stopped walking as she sends you a wordied expression to which you smile reassuringly at her. "I'm fine, mom. Don't worry about me. I'll be able to take care of myself."

"But who's taking care of you in the hospital? I'm going there right now and-"

"Mom, even if you did come here now, I'll be discharged by the time you get here. Plus-" you look at Katsuki who's busy slicing the apples into little slices, designing them to look like bunnies. "-Someone's already taking care of me here. I'll be fine."

Your mother sighs, defeated as you watch her turn around. "Just- stay safe okay? I don't have anyone else."

"I know, mom. I love you so much."

"I love you more, my baby girl."

The two of you pucker your lips for a kiss before ending the call. You lean your back onto your now inclined bed, looking down at the bunny slice Katsuki is offering you. He still has that glare in his eyes, but if you look into them even more, they're much more softer. You take the slice from his fingers, letting out a soft thank you before taking a bite.

"When you blamed yourself a while ago." He starts, making you flinch at the topic. "Don't do that again."

"Suki-"

He slams the knife onto the table, "Please. It's not your fault. Even the strongest people have weaknesses. Don't put all the weight on yourself, please."

Your eyes widen at how vulnerable his voice sounds right now. You reach over, placing a hand on his soft hair. You smile softly, "Alright. I'm sorry I did that. I promise to rely on you more."

Katsuki looks up at you, eyes glassy and face flushing. "I never said you needed to rely on m-"

"I wanna look at the stars." You cut him off quickly, hopping off your bed to saunter towards the window. You push the glass window open, leaning in and taking a deep breath of the cold night air, smiling. You look up at the stars, wishing you had access to the rooftop since the view would be better up there.

"You know, we are at the twenty fifth floor of the hospital." Katsuki says, folding the fluffy blanket that you didn't even realize you were using. You don't think it's yours given that you've never seen it before. Was it Katsuki's?

"What are you saying?" You ask, letting him put on a sweater on you. Again, this piece of warm clothing wasn't yours as well. But by the sweet caramel scent it gave off, you come to a conclusion that this belonged to the angry blond gremlin who is currently standing on the window why the hell is he standing on the window?!

"Bakugou! Are you crazy?! Get off the window now!" You yell, pulling at his pants. "Oh stop being a square." He pushes the warm blanket on you, pulling you with him off the window and out of the hospital room. Before you let out a scream, he uses his quirk to push you two upwards, his hand gripping your sides tightly as your feet land on the cemented rooftop of the hospital.

At the notice of you no longer in the doorstep of death, you resort to hitting Katsuki's arm, letting your mouth run as you lecture him about how dangerous that act was. He responds to your reprimanding with a loud, milky, genuine laugh. Your hand comes to a hault as well as your mouth and you just stand there, awestruck at how handsome Katsuki actually looks when he's smiling.

You place a closed hand on your chest, feeling as your heart thumps against it vigorously. Ah, there it was again. The butterflies in your stomach that made your body feel lighter than it usually felt and your drying throat as well as your sweating palms.

"Come on, I find stargazing relaxing." He says, the usual angry tone of his voice gone, catching you off guard. He wraps his hand around your wrist softly, pulling you towards the center of the rooftop. He places the soft blanket on the ground, folding it once so it isn't too thin before laying down, patting the empty space for you. You mirror his actions, laying down beside him as you gazed up at the stars.

"You ever wonder what the alternative universe us are like?" You ask, eyes staring up at the twinkling stars as Katsuki raises a brow, turning his head towards you. "You believe in that bullshit?" He chuckles, making you gasp. "Don't call it bullshit! What else are the stars for??"

Katsuki presses his lips together to stop his laughter, "I don't know~ What are they for?" He asks you, tone sarcastic and pushing you off the edge. "To tell us about the future, and to show us how many other worlds are there other than ours!"

Katsuki can no longer hold in his laughter, clutching his stomach as he laughs his heart out. You narrow your eyes at him, pouting and crossing your arms against your chest. "Let me guess, let me guess." Katsuki wipes a tear away, "You also believe in the red string of fate?"

"How could you not believe it when-" You stop yourself from continuing your words. How could you not believe it when it caused the two of us to meet?

"When what? Come on, tell me! I promise not to laugh." You turn away, sitting up. Katsuki is still laughing as he follows you, taking your hand in his. "What else do I not know about you?" He asks, curling his four fingers with yours as he stands his thumb up, preparing for a thumb wrestle. You follow his actions and the two of you start the game. "I can't swim." You start.

"I had a pet goldfish but it died after a week." Katsuki chuckles.

"I only ever had two friends growing up- they were my mother's bodyguards. Eliot and Andrew."

"I like to cook."

"I still have my stuffed toys from when I was young."

"I tried to learn how to drive but after almost running over a cat, I swore never to drive again."

"I was pretty popular in middle school."

You chuckle, "I was bullied in middle school."

Katsuki stops moving his thumb, allowing you to pin his down. Your face brightens up as you smile, "I win!" You look up at him, smile almost immediately falling at the sight of his grin expression.

His head drops, covering up his eyes. "Hey, what happened? Did I say something wrong? Come on Suki, talk to me."

"I'm- Do you hate bullies?" He asks, his head still hanging.

"Well, hate is a strong word..." You look up at the stars, as if they were going to give you the right word you were looking for. "But I dislike them. What's the point of putting down someone especially when they've done nothing wrong to you? I don't use the word hate because I don't want to use it incorrectly, but to me bullies are sometimes just misunderstood or something. They have that superiority complex and I like to think that they have it because of their past that we don't know about or the thoughts they have in their heads."

You feel him padding his thumb over your hand. "Hey, you okay?" You ask, cupping his jaw to make him look uo at you. The look in his eyes, takes you aback- he looks so sad and regretful which only stirrs up more questions in your head.

"You're so good. You're such a good person, Y/n." His words cause you to furrow your brows in confusion. What was going on inside his head?

He drops his head to your shoulder, "You're an angel, Y/n. People are so lucky to have you in their lives."

You don't even think twice before the words leave uour mouth. "Even you?"

It takes him a few moments to respond and you begin to think that you made a mistake asking him that, but you feel him nod on your shoulder. "Especially me."

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[midnightmoonkiss]

Painful Stings & Sweet Apologies

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: Rage fueled by failure, Izuku finds comfort in a bar, only to come home to a broken promise and a furious darling. He didn’t mean for this to happen.

WARNINGS!: blood, violence, alcohol (Izuku under the influence)

Category: Angst, one-sided fluff

Word Count: 9k+

A/N: This is my first yandere fic! I’m nervous as hell, I have no idea if I got this right lol. Though I did spend months perfecting it to the best of my abilities! Hope you enjoy~

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

It’s Friday

It’s cold and rainy (naturally--)

Izuku’s bedroom has a walk in closet and a bathroom

the kitchen is off-limits

THIS IS A YANDERE FIC!

Izuku is an obsessive yandere~

Cold, burning liquid rushed down the male’s throat as he gulped at the drink within the short glass.

Whiskey, or more specifically - a Jack Daniels, the honey-brown alcohol that delivered a bitter slap to all those who drank its refreshing nectar. 

It wasn’t his usual drink, and certainly not one he’d ever guzzle like a parched beast.

Hell, who in their right mind would do that? Even with a single sip, it left your chest burning with its heat.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

Or, more of, self-loathing times call for a quick, one-way ticket to Forget-Me Ville and Cringe Island.

The bar he sat at was lively, filled with drunken laughter and slurred speeches of men and women who have been out for far too long.

But it was Friday night, so who cared?

A rainy, cold, sucky, depressing Friday night, one of which his friends tried to make a bit better by taking the pissed off, green-haired hero out for drinks.

They certainly hadn’t expected Izuku, an innocent little guy who couldn’t handle his liquor for shit, to shoot down an entire glass of whiskey.

At first, he ordered a simple beer - a starter drink if you will.

It didn’t take but ten minutes for him to gulp that glass down, and he was onto his next drink - a sangria wine cooler. His typical drink. He always was more of a fruity guy, after all, preferring the sweet tang over the bitter bite.

But as the night raged on, and so did his inner turmoil, he kept ordering stronger and stronger drinks, until he got to the whiskey. You could say he lost his sense of reason a while ago.

He was still seething with rage, not as much as before but the mixture of anger and frustration swirled hotly with the alcohol pumping through his veins and sitting in his belly.

You could say it was keeping him warm in this lifeless atmosphere.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t think of you, his precious little darling. He could barely think straight, mind occupied with too many thoughts to be able to understand any of them. It was all a garbled mess, one he chose to ignore.

Was that a good or a bad thing? He’d find out later.

But for now?

He needed another drink.

In the beginning, this Friday seemed like it was going to be one of the best he’ll ever have.

For months this pro hero has been working alongside detectives with catching a murderous villain known by the name “Ghoul.”

They were sick and twisted, their motives unknown, their trail hard to tract.

He had only one encounter with them, but he was too late to catch them.

That’s the day he was brought in to help aid the case.

But, that day haunted him for weeks. He knew that if he had arrived at the bloody scene sooner, he could have captured that cannibalistic fuck, brought justice to those who had already died by their mangy hands.. and prevented the deaths that would ensue after.

He’d known horrible villains before, but this one was different. Their teeth were sharp, blood permanently stained their clothes, and they gave off a wolfish vibe. Yes, a hunter. One who tore flesh from human bones and munched on it until someone screamed in terror for help.

For months he helped gather intel, piece puzzle pieces together, aid with location predictions and stakeout missions, until finally - they found that bastard.

It was more of a hunch than anything really, that Ghoul would show up to that site.

Ghoul, while hard to track, left a pattern in their wake. They avoided certain areas, thrived where the poor were at their weakest. The murders always seemed to happen at the exact same time behind run-down fast-food restaurants.

It was unclear if the sicko liked a hearty human meal with their victims own stomachs filled with greasy, fattening food, or if it was just convenient to them, either way - the perp was too damn sloppy.

To regular ol’ police personnel, the murders would just always happen there, behind restaurants.

But after Deku’s team began tracking where each and every murder occurred, it was quite easy to tell they were drawing, funnily enough, a circle around the city’s map.

It was stupid, childish, and downright idiotic, but damn if that didn’t lead the team to find the cold-blooded killer.

Adrenaline and pure hatred for the villain fueled Deku’s onslaught of attacks, each seemingly more powerful and less calculated. His mind was muddled.

He was filled with rage, finally being able to see the shitty excuse of a human again, but it affected his movements. He was being hasty, careless, not his usual calculated self.

And that’s what brought him his demise.

His shoulder was harshly bitten, razor-sharp teeth tearing through the fabric of his suit and shredding up the skin on his shoulder. Their quirk pumped through his blood instantly, making him collapse onto his knees, paralyzed. He hissed in pain as the sickeningly warm liquid flowed down his arm, unable to stop himself from face planting onto the dirty gravel of the alleyway.

He had lost, and Ghoul got away.

He still remembers it, after all, it was only hours ago that it happened.

The sun had long since set, the crescent moon hung high in the sky as her stars shimmered around her. His wound was stitched up and healed by doctors, leaving only a bitter scar to remind him of his failure.

He failed not only himself but those who counted on him.

God, he sucked.

And so, he ordered another drink.

He wanted to forget. He didn’t want to feel the failure sting at his fragile heart anymore.

It was too much to take.

What type of hero let the villain get away, knowing full well that they would kill again?

They couldn’t track Ghoul’s trail anymore, for the circle had been completed - and they were left with nothing with the numbing feeling of brutal loss.

Hours blurred together as his mind went hazy. His speech slurred together, dull, green eyes unfocused and mouth blabbering out nonsense to his friends that he couldn’t even really hear. It just- came out. 

Soon enough, he was being dragged out of the bar by his annoyingly sober friends.

The night had gotten colder since they first entered the warm bar, rain pelted down like freezing bullets flying from a machine gun. A dirty old awning kept them dry as they stood still at the front of the bars entrance, the loud music bouncing off the walls inside echoed down the empty streets.

Heavy streams of salty rainwater poured off the edge of the awning, splattering down into a mud puddle that emptied into the sewer grate below.

Who doesnt love the musty stench of rain on asphalt?

Hell, the smell itself, combined with the strong yet savory scent of the Korean barbeque joint across the street was enough to make him nauseous. He had drank far too much, and his stomach was suffering the consequences. He should have eaten more before drinking. How foolish.

 “It’s pretty late, you should head home.” Reasoned his best friend, Todoroki, puffs of condensation leaving his mouth as the warm breath met cold air, pressing a freezing hand to the back of the freckled boy's sweaty neck to jolt his drowsy, drunken self into a more alert state. Nothing but time could sober you up, but damn if that hand didn’t help slap some energy into him.

“Yeaahh, ye-yeahhh.. I gooht you Todooroe.” God, he sounded like someone high on anesthesia after being awoken from a surgery - which he definitely would be able to compare this experience to. Being a hero meant at least a few surgeries a year. Comes with the job.

Plus, this wasn’t the first time he’s been drunk.

He sure as hell hated the aftermath, but some nights it felt as if the hot burn of alcohol was the only thing that could keep him sane.

This was just one of those nights - or perhaps it was multiple nights slammed into one from just how stupidly drunk he was. The world was blurred, and Izuku doubted he could even walk straight at this point.

The half and half hero waved down a stray taxi, street water splashing up onto the sidewalk as the yellow vehicle came to a screeching halt.

“Get home safe.” Todoroki sighed out his nose at seeing his friends out-of-it state, helping the giddy and jelly-like hero into the back seat.

Izuku pouted, grabby hands clinging onto his friend's shirt in protest.

With a half-hearted chuckle, Todoroki pried himself free from his grip, handing the cab driver more than enough yen to get the drunk boy home.

He gave the taxi driver an address, and soon the car was rolling off down the street, Izukus flushed face pressed against the cold, fogging glass and staring with eyes full of tears at his friend.

Though, it seemed as if he had forgotten a promise he made to someone very important to him. Someone who he devoted his entire life to.

Someone who he risked everything for.

You.

His princess who had been locked in a small, dark room all day, wrists tightly cuffed to loose chains on the wall. The only light provided was a rusty oil lamp Izuku had gotten at a yard sale one day. The flame was dull, and left the room covered in shadows.

The tile below was as cold as it had been since the morning when Izuku had forcefully chained you there for misbehaving the night before.

You had deserved this punishment for disobeying him.

That’s what he tried to convince, anyway.

He was only trying to keep you safe! He hated punishing you, hated the way you thrashed and screamed at him in protest - that only meant he had to be rougher with you. You had broken into the most dangerous room in the apartment, afterall.

The kitchen.

There were far too many harmful objects in there!

Knives that could slice your delicate skin to shreds, forks that could jab into your body, hot stoves that could leave you with a nasty burn, and canned food stored too high up on the shelf that could fall and hit your head.. It was for your protection that the kitchen was off-limits to you!

Plus, Izuku, your oh-so kind and sweet boyfriend, had no problem with cooking you meals to eat together. In fact, he loved it!

He felt accomplished whenever you'd hum in approval at his cooking, or even turned on if that slutty mouth of yours just so happened to moan around your utensil. 

Those were the nights dinner was forgotten.

But you had been foolish, entering the kitchen for a midnight snack whilst Izuku was out on patrol. Your sneaky little self thought you were clever, leaving no trace of your betrayal.

Until you were awoken hours later by a green glow, blood running cold as a pair of murderous neon eyes stared into yours.

It had to be one of the scariest sights to date.

His pupils were shrunk, green electricity buzzing around his large body. He hovered over your trembling body, a wrapper in between his two gloved fingers.

He was so close, your noses brushed together.

You swore he could see into your soul, as well as see the fear in your (E/C) eyes.

“What is this, (Y/N)?” He had asked innocently, hurt coating his words.

“I-” you wanted to make an excuse, protest, say it wasn’t yours, but every single letter died on your tongue as his face pressed closer, a sadistic smile overtaking his features.

“You didn’t.. You didn’t go into the kitchen, did you?”

His hot, minty breath blew all over your face as he spoke, and you shriveled back in fear as insanity crossed his expression in that way you were far too familiar with.

The giggles bubbled in his throat as he tried to fight logic with delusion, “It wasn’t you, right? Someone broke in, didn’t they? You wouldn’t break my trust, would you?”

His voice was cracking, fingers digging into the flesh of the bed beneath you as his eye began to twitch.

He stared down at you, curly green hair brushing against the sides of your face, waiting far too long for an answer he would never get. His bottom lip wobbled, feat tears welling up in his eyes and falling onto your pale cheeks as his body shook with anger and sadness.

He was already stressed about the following mornings mission, and to come home to his princess betraying his trust was not something he enjoyed.

And so, you were punished.

But he had promised you wouldnt be locked in there for long, he knew how you feared the dark. He had conditioned you to fear it, after all. It was his greatest accomplishment.

You were always so willing to cuddle into him when the lights were off.

A few hours turned into nearly an entire day, the only indication you had of this was past experiences, skin around your wrists rubbed raw from the metal cuffs, and the unusual sting of your ass and bare legs burning from the freezing tile beneath you.

That was the least of your worries, though.

Worst of all - the flame, which was holding you together and keeping you from crying out for help to those who might hear you in this soundproof room, which would no doubt get you a harsher punishment, was about to die out.

That flame, albeit small, was your only hope of surviving this.

Izuku was typically a very reliable person, it was strange for him to not keep his word to you. He devoted his being to you, worshipped the ground you regrettably walked upon, why would he break his own promise?

The thought of being trapped in the dark, the echo of your chains taunting your delirious mind had you close to tears. You didn’t want to be alone here anymore.

You watched in horror as the flame got smaller and smaller, tears now rolling down your cheeks as you pleaded under your breath for it to last longer.

The air vents around you provided enough oxygen for it to survive, but that damn oil..

Where was he?! 

Suddenly, the door to his apartment flew open, giggles seeping through the house and teasing your ears.

Then, there was no more light.

A screech tore from your throat, a desperate call of his name as you thrashed around, tears pouring from your eyes.

You felt as if you couldnt breathe as your head whipped around the space, desperate for more air and light as your lungs seemed to scream.

You couldnt feel the cold chill of the floor anymore, body numb as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

What was in the dark?

How big was this space again?

Rather, how small was it?

What was that noise?

Did something just touch you?

There was wind, there was wind, no. A cold chill?

Oh god what was that-

Loud, clumsy footsteps made their way closer and closer to the locked metal door. You sobbed as your heard the jingle of keys, metal scraping against metal as he fumbled with inserting them into the lock.

Until finally, you were basked in the honey-dew glow of the bedroom.

You fought to control your breathing as he dropped to his knees, taking far too long for your liking to get the cuffs off.

But at least now you know why he took so god damn long.

You could smell the putrid miasma of alcohol wafting off him the moment he stepped into the darkroom, tainted with the salty effluvium of rainwater as it dripped onto your skin from his damp, messy hair.

Rage bubbled inside you as he giggled once more at your tear-stained cheeks, “D-did yoou miss mee?” He slurred, a giddy smile on his face as the stale stench of what he had been drinking all night circled around your head like a rotten wreath.

Instead of answering, like you knew you should have, you turned your head towards the door, soaking in the light you were previously deprived of. Even if it was just a mere minute.

At your silence, his smile quickly turned into a frown. Big, forestry green eyes welled up with sadness, bottom lip trembling, “(Y-Y/N)?” He couldnt help but reach out, scarred fingers wishing to wipe away those stray tears from your face.

You missed him.

That’s why you were crying, surely.

He wanted to comfort you, say that he was there now and that you could both cuddle until twinkling dawn.

You weren’t alone anymore.

He was all you needed, and he was right beside you.

He’ll always be there for you, and you’ll always be there for him.

Because you love each other.

“D-Don’t cry-”

His cold hand was smacked away, and his usually sturdy body was shoved back so that you could scramble out of the freezing closet.

You needed space.

More room to breath.

To be on flooring that didnt feel like ice cutting into your flesh.

Hell, you were sure the skin that had the unholy misfortune of touching the floor were burned red at this point from how long you had to sit there.

Not to mention your poor wrists, you couldnt even bear the sight of them being so raw. You were pretty sure they would bleed if you even touched them. Your body was screaming in pain, stomach growing for food, mouth parched from not being given water so that you wouldnt make a mess on the floor.

You were weak, shaking, and afraid.

That bastard had the gall to say not to cry, to look concerned when he knew damn well how much you absolutely despised the dark.

At first it was a childish fear, but the moment he snatched you from your regular life, that fear became a reality. There were countless nights you’d be punished by being left alone in the dark.

He didnt want to hurt you, no, and he never has, but damn if he hasnt conditioned you to be afraid. 

Storms were the worst.

What was once a peaceful white noise turned into a terrifying nightmare once the moon rose in the sky.

There were times you were locked in that closet during violent storms, screaming and begging to be let out.

Sometimes you were, other times you werent as lucky.

Though it was only raining right now, each pitter-patter of the droplets against the window or balcony made hairs on your neck stand up. The sound was previously muted in the closet, but now it was hitting you like a freight train on a track that never seemed to end.

You heard him scramble to his feet as you wiped your tears away, the creak of the floorboards as he stumbled towards you.

A subtle bang made you jump, his foot no doubt hitting the chest at the end of your bed. Everso the clumsy one, even in an illuminated room.

Suddenly, he was right behind you, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as his head dropped to your shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against your neck.

Perhaps it would have been pleasant, comforting, even, if he wasnt soaked to the bone. The cold water from his dark grey, long-sleeved sweater was now seeping into your own thin clothes, freezing wet hair sending shivers down your spine and it presses against your heated, sensitive skin. Some drops even went down your back, ripping a gasp from you.

This wasnt comforting at all.

This was suffocating.

You squirmed in his grasp, desperate to get the hell away from him.

You were already pissed, and him wrapping around you and squeezing you tight like a snake to its prey was the cherry on top of your disastrous sundae.

With a grunt, you used the rest of what little strength you had left to rip yourself free from his ‘hug,’ nearly tripping on your own two feet as you rushed away from him.

He pouted at you as you shoved yourself into a corner of the room, finding comfort in being able to see all around you, no surprise attacks from behind, only what was in front of you.

Your breath was heavy as you glared at him, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching.

Truly, you had some nerve.

But it was hard to help it.

He broke a promise.

He never does that, and yet in your time of need- he wasn’t there for you.

For once.

He knew damn well you were locked up, scared shitless, expecting him to return home in a few short hours, yet here he is - looking absolutely clueless as to why you were suddenly so angry at him.

Tears streamed down his drunkenly flushed cheeks, hurt by how you shoved him away again.

All he wanted to do was snuggle you, his body exhausted yet numbed by the alcohol still burning in his tummy.

“Where..” you started, voice low, scratchy, and dripping with venom that reached deaf ears. “Where have you been!”

Just as he was about to open that mouth of his, no doubt about babble nearly incoherently - form logical excuses with evidence to back him up, say he lost track of time which you know damn well he never did, you shut him up.

You hated dealing with him when he was drunk, hell - you hated dealing with his obsessive ass most days.

But drunk? Drunk he got worse. He was clingy, more emotional, and worst of all? He didn’t have a filter.

He always managed to hide those more sinister desires under that sweet mask of his - until alcohol brought it out.

God, the smell of it made you sick to your stomach, but luckily you didn't have any food to throw up.

No thanks to him.

“What the fuck, Midoriya?!” You leered at him, noticing quickly the way his eyes darkened in that way they always did when you referred to him by his family name - the name he hated being called by you of all people.

“I’ve been trapped in that room all goddamn day! You said it’d be a few hours? What the hell happened to that! Look at the fucking time! Nine hours! Nine hours I’ve been stuck in my own personal hell! I can’t feel my fucking legs because of you!”

“I-” he attempted to start, the firm grip he had on his sanity quickly loosening with every shout you threw at him.

You cut him off, again, pent up rage now overtaking your sense of reason and fear, “What the hell happened?! You know what! I don’t even care! Not only did you,” You pointed a trembling finger at his stilled body, “break a promise! Something you swore you would never fucking do, you also had the nerve at laugh at me as I was trembling in fear!”

You looked like a mess, body shaking and bent over itself, one arm clutched around your waist as if to hold yourself together as that accusing finger stayed trained on him. Your hair was messy, frizzy, soaked with sweat and oily as hell from being denied a shower. Your clothes, thin and girly - much to your utter distaste, but to his satisfaction - now damp thanks to his carelessness.

All of this was because of him.

It always was.

Every single thing that went wrong in your life always seemed to be because of him nowadays.

You couldnt believe you let yourself fall for that misleading smile all those years ago, only to end up like this.

A mouse in a lions den.

But hell if that would stop you from squeaking your heart out till his razor-sharp claws ultimately caged you back in.

“Do you see my wrists?!” with a strangled sob, you held up both of your arms to show him the mess he already knew was his fault, “look at them! They hurt so fucking much because you left me in those disgusting handcuffs! This is all your fault!”

Your knees were wobbling so bad you swore your legs would give out at any second, but you’d be damned if you didnt hold your ground to this lunatic.

True, some days he was nice, normal, even. But days like these, or days much worse, you were reminded of just who he really was.

A monster was stretching it. He never intentionally tried to hurt you, your friends, or even your family.

No, he just stole you from your apartment in the dead of night, convinced the reason you were crying was because of the thunderstorm and not because some psycho snatched you from your window like some sort of 1970’s movie trope. That night he cradled your thrashing body to his hard chest with his strong arms, cooing at you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you begged to be let go. You were just scared of the storm~ He would keep you safe~ He is the number one hero, afterall~

That was all utter bullshit, straight from the beginning.

And even now he was still wrapped in the delusion that you loved him as much as he loved you.

A fated pair.

Please.

But you still held on to the pathetic hope that one day he’d snap out of it, return to the Izuku you knew from the beginning and not the person who now stood a few feet in front of you, staring with cold, emotionless eyes.

“I’m sorry.” he says impassively, face as blank as a new canvas - unreadable and dangerous in every way imaginable. It was hard not to feel as if he was just waiting to strike, already calculating his next moves like he always seemed to do. It was far easier to deal with an angry Izuku than one where you couldn’t read his already complex emotions, thoughts, anything. He was the definition of expressive, and it truly took a fuckin bullet to the back of his head for him to be like this.

So clearly, you hit a nerve.

Wonderful.

“Oh?” Despite knowing the implications of the situation you found yourself in, it was impossible not to laugh at such a pathetic fucking apology.

Knowing him, he probably was sorry, deep down inside. You knew he didn’t like seeing you hurt, especially if it was because of his doing, and yet- you pressed on. 

Pent up anger was a nasty thing to deal with, especially since it’s been brewing inside you for so long.

“Are you now? You don’t fucking seem sorry! If you were really sorry, you wouldnt have done it! But look where we are! You’re such a fucking-!”

“Shut up.” he growls out borderline maliciously, stumbling slightly as he turns to walk out the door. He was clearly fed up, his strong hands clenched into threatening fists, but so were you. Even if you were undeniably frightened to confront him, you wouldn't let that stop you from pushing yourself off the wall - your safe space - and wobbling after him.

“Look at you! You can’t even walk right! How drunk are you, huh? Washing away your feelings again, are you? What about my feelings! Huh?!”

You were pushing it.

You really were.

The entire house felt it, the air chillingly still as Izuku had to grind his teeth together so as to not lash out at you. 

He didn’t want to.

That was the last thing he wanted to do, but all that stress and self-hatred previously washed away was coming back up to the burning surface that cages his discretion.

Heavy breaths blew out his nostrils as he made his way to the living room, desperate for you to get the hint from his hunched over body that he wanted you to fuck off.

Yeah, he messed up, deep down he knew he did but currently his mind was far too clogged to even begin to comprehend it.

You were like an annoying mosquito, your words morphing into a persistent buzz.

He was ignoring you, and that made you livid.

He always ignored you when your problems were deemed irrelevant, or when he found you were being far too vexatious.

He always did this, always.

You were trapped in a cell with some asshole who didn't even want to listen to you.

Obviously, you had enough.

Typically you’d back off, go fume in another room or punch the wall till the skin around your knuckles tore open and dripped blood everywhere, making him snap out of whatever state he was in just to suffocate you in his toxic love.

Oh how life proved to be full of surprises.

A low growl of your own slithered passed your teeth, eyes practically burning red as if you prayed you had a quirk that could do something against him.

“You’re a selfish bastard! You fucking piss-poor excuse of a hero-!”

SLAP!

A shrill scream tore from your raw throat, the echo of skin burning against skin dizzying you as you were thrown back onto the floor.

Boiling hot tears streamed down your face as you sobbed out of pure fear, body shaking uncontrollably and you shuffled backward, desperate to get yourself as far away from him as you could currently manage.

It had all happened so fast, you didn't even have time to register it as it occurred.

One moment his hands were gripping the back of the couch with such strength you could see his knuckles turn a ghostly white, and the next, crackling, neon-green lightning surrounded his body, illuminating the dim apartment in a slimy glow. Before you even had a chance to register just what happened, he whipped his head around, his eyes, typically blown wide with sickening love and sparkling under delusional illusions, were narrowed and glowing in a way that sent shivers of immense regret down your spine. His arm whipped back with his hand, the very hand that delivered a painfully paralyzing slap.

He always spoke with his hands, and you just happened to be too close to him at that moment.

The reddended skin of your cheek burned, and you swore you could feel more than just tears streaming down it.

You were stuck shaking on the floor, imaginary bile rising in your throat, and all you could do was stare at him with wide, bloodshot and terrified eyes.

He had never laid a hand on you like that before, you didnt know what to think.

He always promised to do you no intentional harm, to never lay a finger on you with intentions of making you cry out in pain.

He had never acted so feral and out of line before.

It.. it scared you in a way you never felt before.

The gap between you grew, you really were just a mouse trembling in a lion's den.

“P-princess-” he shakily called out, voice weak and uneven, quirk diminishing into thin air like it never was there in the first place.

His own eyes were wide and filled with immense regret, tears already pouring down his flushed, freckled face.

He took one step forward, and you scrambled back, hand coming up to touch at your cheek, shock making you feel faint at the sight of blood coating your trembling fingertips.

You felt sick once again, empty stomach feeling as if it was collapsing in on itself to push even the tiniest bit of nonexistent food out.

You didnt know what to do.

Choking on your own sobs, you tried desperately to shuffle away from him, but he only came closer.

You cried out the moment he dove at you, your hands clasped together tightening against your chest as if to hold yourself together as this bear of a man wraps his arms cold, soaked arms protectively around you, his large shoulders violently shaking as he buried his snotty, tear stained face deep into your unruly tresses.

The stench of alcohol burned your nostrils, edging you on to try and push his heavy chest away. You tried, but you failed miserably, resulting in his arms pulling you even closer to his sweaty and damp body. It was disgusting.

“L-let go of me!” you wailed, your own tears stinging your eyes as your vision blurred and you could no longer tell just what you were staring blindly at, the dimness of the living-room paired with the suffocating embrace of your captor swallowing you whole.

You couldnt take it.

You could barely breathe at this point.

“p-p-ple .. plea-s-se..!” your cries intertwined with his own desperate ones as he babbled nearly incoherently on about how sorry he was, how he never meant to do something so horrible.

“I’m not a monster!” he howled out, desperate words seeping with ululation.

He was desperately trying to convince himself of that.

He wasn’t talking to you at all.

He was talking to himself.

He wasn’t a monster.

He wasn’t a monster.

He’s not like him.

He’s not like that piece of filth.

No, he’s so much better.

He’s a good man.

No, no, he’s not a monster.

He’s your hero.

He could never purposely harm you.

No.

It was an accident.

An accident.

You’d understand.

He knew you would!

You always understood him.

You were like two peas in a pod!

You forgave him, surely.

Yes.

Yes!

You did the moment he hugged you, the moment he started comforting you.

He was a good man.

How could you not forgive him?

He loved you so, so, so much.

You knew that-

You knew he would never do such a thing.

His breathing was even, eyes wide and straining as he stared at the floor, a crooked smile on his face as he repeated the words over and over again in his twisted mind.

He never met to hurt you.

No.

He didnt.

“Plea-” you tried once more, biting your wobbling lip as he squeezed you even tighter.

“No, no, no, no, no, no..” he heaved out, hand coming up to gently pet your oily hair as if to calm you. His head shook back and forth in your hair, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m so sorry, honey.”

There was nothing you could do.

You were stuck alone in a mouse trap, the cold, metallic bar snapped down on top of your frail neck.

There was no escape.

There never was.

His form of ‘love’ far too strong for you to even attempt to.

And so, you gave up. 

Just like you always did.

There was no point in resisting him.

Sticky blood trickles down your raw cheek, dripping down onto the chilled bare skin of his neck, still cold from the damp clothes he wore, instantly catching his wondering attention.

“You.. you’re bleeding?” he whispered guiltily, already feeling a new wave of salty tears building up in the corner of his eyes.

His large left hand trailed up the skin of your neck, idly collecting the thin trail of red liquid onto his fingertips and smearing a path up to your jawline, stopping the moment your shivering form flinched.

He frowned at the red mark taking up half your beautifully innocent face, a small cut resting in the middle of it where no doubt the ring he foolishly wore as an accessory swiped.

Guilt made his stomach churn, the familiar burn of acid rising in his throat.

A deep inhale, and he swallowed it down, arm still wrapped around you, languidly rubbing your back as he stared with nothing short of pity at your wrecked state.

Your lips wobbled, holding in a reply as you force yourself to look into the vast abyss of darkness that was the hallway of your apartment instead of his orbs gleaming with concern.

Concern.

Concern for something he caused.

At least he had a heart, but you were still scared shitless and wanted nothing more than to run away. You were still fighting to regulate your breathing.

His thumb suddenly pressed against the slap mark, ripping a yelp from your throat as your head flung back to avoid any more contact. It was then that you noticed a pounding headache echoing inside your skull, yet another reason to aid in the water running down your face. Pain consumed your body, and you wanted nothing more than to escape this shell you were trapped in.

Openly chewing on his lip, both of his arms went back around you, cradling your delicate form to his chest.

Without a word, he stood up, practically forcing you to have to wrap your bare legs around his waist to keep yourself steady, something you were trained to do by him. He loved it when your legs were around his waist whenever he picked you up.

It became a regrettable second nature.

Heavy foot steps brought you back to your bedroom, and then into the bathroom connected to it.

Your fears crept up your spine at the pitch black room you were forced into, remembering how you were in a similar position just a few minutes ago.

When would this cycle end?

Ah. 

It wouldnt, would it?

You were set delicately down atop the cold marble counter as if you were a fragile piece of glass, which, in many ways, you were. The tears had at least stopped, but your body continuously shook like a chihuahua, your breathing still hard to control as fumbled around mindlessly with your fingers to serve as a distraction.

He flipped the light on, momentarily blinding your sensitive gaze with its bright light.

Sniffing, you wiped at your nose, watching as he walked about the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth just to run it under cool water. The rain was still heavily pouring just outside the wall mixed with the loud splatters of the stream against the white sink. It would have been calming had cold water not splashed up onto your bare thighs, making goosebumps prickle along your skin. Your thighs were nearly numb at this point.

After ringing most of the water out, he held it up to your cheek, staring at you.

Taking the cue, you hesitantly took the cool, wet cloth from his grasp and gingerly pressed it to the swelling skin on your face. You hiss out in pain, dry sobs wracking your body at the stinging pain and the fact that he was still far too close for you to currently handle.

The pain on your cheek paired with the numbing cold was a good distraction.

You chewed on your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut, freehand gripping tightly at the hem of your shirt as you listen to him fumble around in the cabinet hanging over to the left.

You jumped the moment you felt his larger fingers ghost over the ones holding the cloth to your cheek, cautious (E/C) eyes opening ever so slightly as you looked over at him.

You couldnt help but feel idiotic as you suddenly felt flustered at the intense gaze he was giving you, eyes now gleaming viridescent in the white light of the bathroom almost staring right into your soul.

It was like he was reading you, pulling words off your own frail pages just so he could recite them to you.

He did this often.

Keeping silent, staring for long periods of times as he tried out scenarios in his head of the words he was going to say.

It gave you chills, but yet, it made you feel like you were the center of his drifting attention.

The sun his planets revolve tirelessly around, repeating the same cycles like a record forever skipping on repeat.

In these moments, though, he became an enigma.

Not exactly something your fragile state of mind entirely needed right now.

You shivered when his palm came to cup your soft jawline, thumb absentmindedly tracing over your parted lips.

His mouth opened, ready to say something, but he stayed quiet.

Mouth shutting, he leaned forward, tentatively bringing you into another hug.

“I’m sorry.” he repeated, the words nearly as quiet as your stilled breath, but you had nothing to say to it. And he knew it.

He was used to you staying silent.

He would prefer it most of the time.

So he could sink into his fantasies, the deluded fantasies that you loved him wholeheartedly, that you chose to stay silent as to not hurt his feelings, and always forgave him no matter what.

That you would forever and always be his.

He wouldnt give you the choice not to be.

He wouldnt let you leave when you’re his favorite person in the whole wide world.

The only one he needed.

And he was the only one you needed.

Yes.

Of course.

You didn’t need anyone else but him.

And he didn’t need anyone else but you.

So what if a few more people died because of his mistake, he would capture Ghoul eventually. Regardless, he would always come home to you.

Always.

And that’s all he needed.

He chucked against your neck, having buried it in the crook as his mind slipped through his shaky fingertips.

The Big Bad Wolf and his Little Red Riding Hood.

God how he loved the comparison.

Perhaps he was addicted.

Addicted to you.

Even now, as he inhaled your sugary sweet, natural scent stained with the metallic smell of dried blood.

Pulling back, he gazed into your hesitant eyes, delicately resting his forehead against yours.

His hair, now dry and no longer dripping with salty rain, tickled your skin, making you involuntarily take in a deep breath.

Closing his eyes once more, he soaks in the moment of your warm body in his frigid embrace, nothing else mattered to him.

Just you.

Only you.

“L-let me see your cheek,” he asks softly, words not as wobbly as before,  afraid that if he spoke too loudly in such a thin atmosphere, everything would shatter abruptly like glass.

Your body moved on instinct as if you were used to doing as he asked immediately no matter what, pulling the cool cloth away from your burning cheek.

Resisting the urge to sniffle and flinch away, you allow him to rewet the cloth, holding still as he dabs lightly at the small wound.

“I know it hurts,” he breathes out, “shh, shh, it’s okay.” it was always so strange how his voice still managed to calm your nerves even after all you’ve been through.

Deep down, you knew he was still that loving and energetic boy you met back at that coffee shop.

If only you knew how sinister and twisted he could really be.

Perhaps.. perhaps you wouldn’t be in such a situation now.

But there was never any point in pondering the what-ifs.

All you could do was fight your mind from seeking normalities in such a relationship as this, if you could even call it that.

You wouldn’t succumb to his desires like you always did.

You wouldnt lose yourself.

No.

You couldn’t let that happen.

Or was it too late already?

You hissed when you felt the stinging seer of rubbing alcohol dotted onto your cut, cleaning the wound.

“It’s okay.” he repeats, cooing to you with a reassuring smile that should have made you feel sick all over again.

You let him apply antibiotic ointment and a small cheek bandage, his hands shaky yet careful. You could say he has experience in applying bandages.

It was uncomfortable as it sat on your raw skin, but it’s not like you were going to go and rip it off. That would feel like ripping off a wax strip on a sunburn.

Humming, he gingerly wipes away the dried blood on your neck with the same washcloth, not minding how blood-stained the innocently white fabric became. 

Next came your still aching wrists. There wasn’t much he could do for your legs, but at least he had roll-on bandages on standby.

Turning the cold tap on, he lets you run them under cool water before gently dabbing the stray droplets away, careful not to press too hard.

He really needed to invest in softer handcuffs, it’s just- those were the only ones he had, and he didn’t use them often. Besides, it never got this bad before. But that wasn’t a good excuse.

He’d have to order some online tomorrow..

Applying more ointment around the area, the kind that offers instant relief, he wraps your smaller wrists up as best he could, cringing himself whenever you’d flinch.

He’d make it up to you.. Pancakes in the morning, perhaps?

Izuku then begins to sluggishly put away everything he brought out of the cabinet, tossing what needed to be tossed into the trashcan.

He was slow, almost as if he was trying to keep his balance, which he no doubt was. 

Standing in front of you once again, he wrapped his arms around you, whispering “up” in your ear.

It was something he would always say when he wanted you to wrap your arms and legs around him so he could carry you like a baby.

But who were you to refuse?

It wasn’t as if he couldnt pick you up without your limbs wrapped around him, it was more for your comfort rather than his convenience.

So, tentatively, you wrapped your still shaking arms around his neck, doing the same with your legs around his bent waist.

“Good girl.” he praised as he began walking back into the bedroom, stopping just at your side of the bed to place you down at the edge.

Numbly, you let him remove your rain-soaked clothes from all the hugging, sitting on the bed in just your panties as you watched him toss the clothes in the hamper by the door

It wasn’t the first time he insisted on treating you like a child who needed help changing, but at least you didn’t have to walk.

It was hard to remember if it was a good or a bad thing that you didn’t care about being nude in front of him anymore, not even bothering to hide your chest as he came back over with a fresh set of clothes - the strawberry patterned pajamas he always seemed to adore you wearing.

You always looked so innocent in them. The shirt is far too large for your frame, the sleeves hanging off your hands and the large v-neck exposing your collar bones and parts of your shoulders. The bottoms were the regular run of the mill pajama pants, soft as cotton and comfy as hell.

The top truly was the part of the look that tied it all together.

He couldn’t help but smile as your arms immediately raised as he pulled the shirt out of the pile, making quick work of slipping it over your cute head and helping your arms into the sleeves.

He liked to take care of you.

You needed him to, after all.

You were his innocent, helpless little darling, after all.

Pulling your pants up, he guided your body down into a resting position, dragging the thick, grey, and black patterned comforter over your stilled body.

Such a good girl.

He tucks loose strands of messy (H/C) hair that fell across your face behind your ear, being mindful of the wound.

He stares at it for a moment, his expression holding that of worry and regret.

Pushing off the bed, he stumbles his way to the kitchen in the dark, having turned off the light as he went, the layout of the apartment burned to memory so he could easily avoid furniture.

In the kitchen, he opened the freezer and grabbed an ice pack, one he would commonly use on his own sore muscles and bruises. It hurt his heart knowing he was the reason you had to use it for the first time.

After wrapping it in some paper towels, he trudges his way back into the dark bedroom, eyes wracking over your balled up form, covers bunched over you like a shell.

“Put this on your cheek..” he whispered, placing the pack just in front of your face.

He would love to be the one to hold it to your cheek, but his mind was still hazy, and his words were still slurred. Events could sure as hell sober you up a bit, but damn did that nausea always come back crashing in through the brittle window full force when you’d least expect it.

Rummaging through the drawers once more, he picked up some of his own fresh clothes and made his way into the bathroom again.

All he wants is to sleep, but he also didnt want you to smell dried sweat and rain on his being throughout the night.

He knew you missed him, him and his warmth, you always did, right? No question about it. You must be longing for him even now. 

Wanting him to hold and comfort you just like always.

Numbed adrenaline pumped in his veins as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away his filth and regrets.

God, it felt so good to be able to somewhere warm for once.

The entire night he’s felt nothing but cold.

Not even the fire in his belly or the breath stolen from his lungs could’ve warmed him up.

He was mad at himself. Mad that he lost control and hurt the one thing that mattered the most to him.

Mad that he let himself get disgustingly drunk.

Mad that he walked in the rain like a dumbass just to soak your clothes and make you feel as cold as him.

But at the moment, too many thoughts were flying in his mind for him to properly think, no, he couldnt really even say he was thinking at all.

He was just letting the water splatter on the back of his neck, forehead resting on the cold shower tiles and he watched as water swirled down the drain like a whirlpool. His hair stuck to his cheeks like glue, but he couldn’t find himself caring.

Absentmindedly, his fingers brush across the fresh scar on his broad shoulder.

He swore the longer he stood there, watching the clear flow of water, the looser his grip on himself became.

He couldnt really say he felt anything at all anymore.

When did he lose himself?

Was he ever even really found?

Ah.

With you.

You were the missing piece in his complicated and skull biting puzzle, the one who made him whole and lit up his dull life. You were the reason he felt things anymore, you were the reason he still managed to get up and save people with a clear conscious.

You always had such a positive impact on his life, and he knew he had just as good a one on yours.

A wobbly smile tore his flushed face in two, you both really did need eachother.

He was so happy to have you in his life.

Knowing you’d never leave him.

Turning the boiling hot water off, he stepped out, the plushness of the bath-mat embracing his wet feet as water continued to pour down his nude body.

It felt, it felt so hot suddenly.

His breath came out in exaggerated pants, hands sweeping his hair from his face as the burn of bile rose in his throat.

Lunging for the toilet, he emptied his stomach into the glistening white bowl.

Gasping for air, Izuku whipped his mouth on the back of his hand, still trying to catch his breath as he fumbled to flush.

God, he needed to sit down.

Shakily turning the bathroom faucet on, he washed his hand, making quick work of brushing his teeth before lazily drying himself off.

Ignoring the other clothes he brought in, the toned hero simply pulled on a pair of black boxers before walking out of the bathroom.

Green eyes immediately looked at your form, just to see the soft rise and fall of your chest as you soundly slept, the ice pack sitting comfortably on your cheek.

You looked so adorable.

You always did.

Smiling once more, he walked over to the bed, pulling back the sheets just to slide his larger, warm body in and next to your own.

He sighs blissfully the moment he tugs you into his embrace, relishing in the feeling of your soft body against him.

Removing the icepack from your cheek, not wanting you to awake to a cheek burning from the cold, he places it on the nightstand before snuggling closer to you.

You always fit so perfectly in his big arms.

You were meant to be by his side.

And you loved it, didn’t you?

Eventually, he fell asleep, soft snores echoing around the quiet room filled with the downpour of rain still pouring down outside the large glass windows,

But you were still wide awake.

It was hard to remember the last time you got a good night’s rest, especially when the room was spine-chillingly dark..

Hard to remember what life was like before you even met your own personal nightmare.

You were used to the exhaustion, the dark circles kissing at the skin under your eyes becoming normal the day you were brought here.

Oh, how foolish you were.

You should have locked your window that fateful night.

But heroes are quite stealthy, aren’t they?

Was this even reality at this point? Or all just a figment of your imagination, protecting you from the true horrors before your very eyes.

Either answer wasnt one you wanted.

But you never had a choice.

Tears slipping from your eyes like they always seemed to do, you stared longingly off into the distance, the warmth pressed against your back pulling you further into your own bubbling madness.

All it took was a signal thought for this to all become normal.

For the pain to wash away with your tears.

‘Maybe this is ok.’

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