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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 8 months

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"hey Lucid Dreamer make up your mind, caught on the other side."

"you dream for the one you swoon."

synopsis// a boy you believed to simply be a figment of your imagination ends up being real.

pairing// izuku midoriya x gn!reader

word count// 3.4k

contents// fluff? maybe like a hint of angst? UA is a hero college, y/n's quirk is never told/explained but plot armor yk.

notes// i feel like this kinda sucks n is kinda cringe bc i wrote this MONTHS ago but i digress !! anyway omg guess what... this is actually inspired by a song... omg i know ive never done that before how unique!!! the song is the dreamer by I the mighty (my fav so good ughhhh)

You lean against the sink, palms flat against the countertop, your head hovering over the sink bowl, water dripping from your face. You, in a poor and ultimately futile attempt, splashed yourself with water to try and calm your nerves. Tomorrow was your first day at college, but not just any college; no, it was your first day at UA, the ultimate hero college. How could you not be nervous for something like that? You sigh deeply before standing up straight and grabbing a nearby towel to dry your face off; once finished, you begrudgingly shut the bathroom light off and make your way back into your room. You stop at the side of your bed, looking down at your bedside table and the clock on it.

The clock reads one a.m., and you groan; even if you somehow manage to fall asleep right now, you’ll still be completely dead in the morning. You ignore that thought and slip back under your covers, sighing. You lie there for what seems like an eternity with your eyes closed, tossing and turning, trying desperately to fall asleep but to no avail. You quickly return to lying flat on your back before turning your head to the side to check the time. You let out the loudest and most guttural groan in frustration, realizing it’s barely been ten minutes. Once you’ve accepted that you can’t fall asleep and probably aren’t going to for a long while, you decide to just lay there glaring at your ceiling, as if that would help your situation at all. Eventually, your mind starts to wonder toward everything and anything, from your first day of UA tomorrow to your childhood, and you suddenly remember him.

You frown at his remembrance; you haven’t thought about him in ages, nor have you seen him in ages—which makes sense given that the him in question is an imaginary friend from your youth, and typically, most college students don’t have imaginary friends anymore. Now that the first thought of him has occurred, you can’t stop the rest from coming. Recalling how you spent your entire childhood with him. You first met him a few months before you turned five. You had just come to the realization that you weren’t a late bloomer in developing your quirk; no, you simply didn't have one. So it’s safe to say that almost five-year-old-you was absolutely devastated and you cried yourself to sleep that night.

You ended up waking up in a cold sweat, soon realizing that this was not your bed—nor your room, for that matter. There were All-Might posters plastered all over the walls, and even the new sheets that covered you were All-Might themed. After looking around the room in confusion, your attention was drawn to a desk in the far corner of the room and the video playing on the computer that sat atop it. You made your way out of the bed and toward the desk only to find a little boy sitting there, a boy who didn't seem shocked to see you there at all. After a few minutes of talking with him, you learn his name is Izuku, and he’s also quirkless like you, something you were excited about considering how terrible and alienated you felt about it.

The two of you were inseparable after that day, or as inseparable as you and a figment of your imagination could be. Considering that you only ever saw him once you fell asleep, you spent more time sleeping than what would be deemed healthy your whole childhood, constantly sleeping just to spend time with your only (imaginary) friend. You appreciated having him around since he was constantly going through the same things you were at the same time. Like when, you realized you truly were just a late bloomer in middle school, and then that night when you saw Izuku, it turned out he was also a late bloomer. Though it was bittersweet, yes, you appreciated it, but how sad and lonely were you that your brain felt the need to provide you with an imaginary companion for all of your huge life experiences?

Though in high school you stopped seeing him when you slept completely, you were relieved at first to finally feel normal. Relieved to not be the only teenager who still had an imaginary friend, but that relief very quickly faded when you realized how lonely you were without him. Even though he wasn't real, Izuku was your closest and dearest friend, and you missed him so much it hurt. Most days, you'd take sleeping pills in hopes of seeing him again, but to no avail, your childhood best friend seemed to have been completely wiped from your brain. So you accepted it; it took a long time, but you eventually came to terms with the fact that he was just your imaginary friend, and that was all he’d ever be; he wasn't real, and he’d never be, so you stopped thinking of him. Until tonight, when you ended up dozing off while thinking about him.

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You groan as you awaken to a faint light shining in your face. Your eyes shoot open when you remember that you didn't leave any lights on or leave your curtains open.

You’re not in your room.

Your heart begins to race.

You are not in your room.

You sit up straight, anxious yet impatient, and are pleasantly surprised to see the familiar walls filled with All-Might posters and the familiar All-Might themed bed sheets, which you can't help but laugh at because if Izuku ages when you do, he'll be a college student with All-Might sheets. Suddenly, your gaze darts all around the room, hoping to spot Izuku, but he's nowhere to be found, and you frown.

“I can make up his room again, but not him?” you mumble angrily to yourself.

You get out of his bed with a sigh and begin looking around his room; everything is mostly the same as you remembered it, but there are some new things. There are new pictures of him and his friends on his walls scattered amid the All-Might posters, as well as clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor and a messier desk. All in all, it appears to be his room, but a more mature version, which you chalk up to your brain just taking after your own room since it seems like your brain likes to do that a lot. You attempt to pick up some things from his desk only to be brutally reminded that anything you touch here simply ripples away before returning to normal, as if you just touched a puddle of water. Except for his bed, you can't physically interact with anything here. You dont hear the door creak open because you're too busy glaring at the stuff on his desk that you can't touch.

“Y/n?” someone calls out breathlessly from behind you.

You whip around so fast that you momentarily lose your balance, mouth agape, as you stare at the boy in front of you. “Izuku?”

He cracks the largest grin you’ve ever seen from him. He looks exactly how you remember him, yet different all at once. He still has his curly green hair that messily falls in his face despite his best efforts, and his cheeks are still permanently flushed with his constellations of freckles, but this Izuku is bigger. He’s tall and lean, you can see all the muscles that have grown on him, and you think if you ran a finger down his jawline, it would cut you. But it doesn't matter; you can't touch him anyway; he's not real.

“Holy shit! I can't believe it's you!” He exclaims excitedly, and he looks just like he used to when he would tell you about All-Might as a child.

You can't help but giggle at his excitement because you're feeling the exact same way. “When did you start cussing?” you ask, still giggling.

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah well, I picked it up from a friend of mine…”

“It’s really nice to see you, Izuku," you mumble softly with a grin as you take a step forward toward him.

Izuku’s entire face turns into the perfect hue of pink. “It's really nice to see you too, Y/n,” he mumbles back, “I missed you.”

He’s not real, what are you doing?

“I missed you too,” you say without missing a beat.

Izuku poorly attempts to bite back from smiling even harder than he’s already been this whole time as he walks to his bed. Once he's sat down, he pats the space next to him, and you go wide-eyed. He remembers that you can only interact with his bed?

You sigh and murmur to yourself, “Of course he remembers; he’s pretty much you, Y/n.”

He tilts his head at you. “What’d you say?”

You shake your head quickly and sit down. “Nothing,” you squeak out far too hastily for belief.

“Where have you been?” He blurts out quietly, and the way his voice wobbles ever so slightly sends a twinge of agony directly to your heart. God, your brain is very good at making him seem like he has actual emotions.

You sigh and fidget with your hands, which are resting in your lap. “High school was rough, but at least it's over now, right?”

He hums in agreement. “It was rough for me too... Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shrug. Oh fuck it, why not? This is essentially your brain giving you free therapy; you might as well indulge yourself. “I’ll talk about it if you talk about it.”

He nods enthusiastically. “Deal.”

You sigh before lying down, and he does the same, turning your heads to look at each other. “I’m gonna be honest, high school was only rough for like a few reasons.”

He frowns. “You say that like you think it means it shouldn’t have been rough... Any reason is reason enough.”

You give him a small smile before continuing, “One of them was just me pushing myself to my limit to try to get into college, another was just not really having any friends, and uh... The last one was because I missed you.”

You don’t miss how his eyes practically flutter at your words. “Would you believe me if I said all of those reasons were also why high school was rough for me?”

You hum. Yes, because he's literally just made up to make you feel less alone. “Zuku, you have pictures of yourself with your friends.”

“I know, I know! but I didn’t really make them until senior year…” He explains sheepishly. “You mentioned college; you’re going, right?”

You nod. “Yep, I’m assuming you are too?”

“Yeah!” he exclaims. “What college are you going to?”

You exhale heavily in defeat, remembering that you do, in fact, have college to attend when you end up waking up from this. “UA, I actually start tomorrow.”

Izuku sits up excitedly. “No way! I’m going to UA too!”

Of course he is.

You sit up with him. “That’s great, Zuku! I’m so proud of you for getting in. Not like it’s been the only thing you’ve ever talked about since we were little.”

He laughs, and if you were standing up, the sound would’ve made you weak in the knees. “I did talk a lot about that, didn't I? But didn’t you also talk about not wanting to go to UA?”

Even though you know he’s not real, you're flustered by how much he remembers about you. “Yeah, changed my mind.”

“And what made you change your mind?” he asks, coyly.

“Definitely not you.”

“Rude."

“Okay, maybe it was you,” you admit sheepishly, mostly because you’re embarrassed at how a figment of your imagination could have such an effect on you.

He smiles at you warmly and places his hand mere inches away from yours. Lord knows he’d love to hold your hand, but he also knows that if he even tries, you’ll disappear. “I never forgot about you, Y/n.”

You go wide-eyed at his unexpected confession, and a lump forms in your throat. “I—I never forgot about you either, Izuku,” you practically have to choke out the words past the lump in your throat.

“You know, we practically grew up together,” he reminisces fondly. “And we've still never actually, um, I don’t know, met in person?”

Cause he's not real.

“I know.”

“You should find me,” he whispers, his voice deep and low, and his eyes never looking away from yours, sends shivers down your spine.

You swallow harshly. “Find you?”

He nods, his gaze still unwavering. “At UA, we’ll both be there. Find me.”

You can’t.

“Okay."

He smiles softly, but there’s a hint of melancholy in it, and you realize why when he says, “One of us is probably gonna wake up soon.”

You feel your heart drop; he’s right; you’ve been here far longer than usual; it’s only a matter of time. “Izuku."

“Yes?”

Oh god, this is so humiliating. What has gotten into you? Why are you seriously about to confess to someone who isn’t even real? “Izuku. I lo-“

He puts his hands out in front of him in a stop pose and immediately interrupts you, “Don’t.”

If possible, your heart drops even more; actually, no, it doesn’t drop; it breaks. This is your brain, your imagination. Why is this not going as planned? How is someone you made up rejecting you?

“Don’t?” you ask quietly for confirmation, like you don’t even really want him to clarify what he meant.

“I know what you’re going to say, and I want to say it too, but I want to say it in person.”

Okay, well, that’s never going to happen.

“Izuku.”

“Please?" he pleads, his expression softening. "Find me and tell me that face to face.”

You.

Can’t.

“Okay.”

He can’t help but smile. “Okay.”

You return his smile before sighing. Oh fuck it, this is most likely the last time you’ll ever see him again. “I’m going to do something, but the minute I do, we’ll wake up.”

He looks at you wide-eyed, slightly afraid even. “Do wh-“

He doesn't have time to finish his sentence before you’re pulling him into your embrace, or you would be if you could touch things here, so the minute you do "touch" him, both of you are rippling away like reflections in a pond.

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You jerked awake at the sound of your alarm clock, sitting straight up. Your chest heaves as you take in the fact that you’re back in your room and you just saw your imaginary friend, whom you're evidently not over, which is, within itself, embarrassing that you even caught feelings for someone who's not real in the first place, but you digress. You cringe as you have to practically peel your covers off of you from how much you were sweating. You quickly find yourself back in your bathroom, your head hovering over the sink and water dripping from your face. You, again in another futile attempt to calm yourself down, tried splashing your face, but like last time, it didn’t work. Every time you close your eyes or let your mind wander for even a second, you're met with Izuku telling you to find him. You can’t seem to escape how he was staring at you, like he could see right through you, like he was real and sentient. Like he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. You slap your cheeks softly as if to slap the thought away.

After a few moments, you take a deep breath and point at yourself in the mirror. “No. Nope. We are not going to be delusional today, Y/n. We have places to be,” you say to yourself, half-heartedly.

And someone to find.

You shake your head at the thought before ignoring it ever happened and getting dressed.

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By the time you were finished getting ready, it was already a little past eight in the morning, and class starts at nine, which wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that you have to walk. You practically flew out of your house and down toward UA, never stopping for a second, even when you were breathing so heavily that it sounded like you needed medical attention immediately. You start to calm down a bit when you can begin to see UA, but you’re still running, even through the other college students who are calmly heading toward the entrance. But you can’t stop now because, honestly, if you do, your legs would most certainly give out on you and then you really would be late, so it’s either you keep running or you'll tumble to your demise. The closer you get to the entrance, the more people you have to run past and the more crowded it becomes, so it’s no surprise when you run into someone's back just as you're about to enter UA.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” You exclaim breathlessly as you stumble backward from the impact.

The person stumbles forward momentarily before regaining their footing. They turn around to face you, reassuring: “It’s okay! Don’t wo-“

Both of you grow wide-eyed when you’re face to face with each other, and you feel your mouth go dry.

“Izuku?”

“Y/n?”

You don’t say anything; you simply stare at each other in disbelief until recognition flashes in your eyes, then excitement; your whole demeanor shifts as you realize what's happening.

“Izuku!” you exclaim excitedly as you quite literally jump into his arms, causing him to stumble backwards, falling down and taking you with him. You instinctively cover the back of his head with your hands to save it from hitting the pavement. It dawns on both of you simultaneously that you’re touching him. He’s real, you’re real—and you’re touching him, and he’s actually alive. He’s actually a person, a true thing, no longer just a figment of your imagination.

He smiles up at you, who’s straddling him from the fall, your face hovering over his. “You found me.”

You nod fervently. “You’re real,” you remark breathlessly.

Izuku reaches up and cups your cheek with one of his hands. “You’re real.”

You can't say anything or do anything but laugh with glee; he’s real. His curly green hair is real; his constellations of freckles is real; he’s actually real. You push a strand of his hair out of his face and watch how his cheeks flush scarlet.

“You’re staring, Y/n.”

“How can I not?”

You notice his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows harshly and brings up his remaining free hand to cup your other cheek, both hands engulfing your face, and you know there's no way in hell he doesn't feel his palms burning from your face growing hot.

“Can I kiss you?”

You go wide-eyed, your mouth falls slightly open, and you catch his attention flit down to it before returning to your eyes. You nod slowly and lean down hesitantly.

Izuku meets you half way by lifting his head off the ground, and with his mouth just inches from yours, you close your eyes, nervous from the anticipation. You can feel his breath fan against your face as he prepares to kiss you. But when he does, he doesn't kiss your mouth; he more so kisses the corner of your mouth before pulling away slightly to see you staring at him in confusion, though you aren't confused for long when he suddenly and roughly crashes his lips against yours passionately, as if he’s been waiting for this, dreaming of this, and who's to say he hasn't?

You can't help but smile into the kiss, and he does as well. You pull away slightly, both of you trying to catch your breath, but even so, Izuku is looking at you puzzled and disappointed. Before he can ask why you pulled away, you lean back in and cover his whole face in tiny kisses, eliciting little giggles out of Izuku that make you kiss him even more just to hear the warmth of his laugh.

“I love you,” you mumble inbetween pecks on his face.

Izuku pulls away from your kisses, causing you to stop momentarily and pout, before he's leaning back in and kissing you all over your face.

“I love you.”

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huiiiooo · 4 months

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If anyone is curious, this is how far Shigaraki threw Deku

#bnha spoiler #mha spoilers #bnha 411 #bnha tomura #bnha izuku midoriya #bnha deku

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kokushibouthings · 1 year

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M/BNHA men in sex+first time

Pairing(?): Izuku, Shigaraki, Bakugo, Hawks x reader stuff.

Content: Kinks, Headcannons, AFAB reader, Izuku Midoriya Tomura Shigaraki Katsuki Bakugo Takami Keigo/Hawks x reader smut

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Izuku Midoriya

Takes it absolutely gentle and slow, before moving onto a nice rhythm...

Gets flushed easily, Would probably be the bottom more most of the time...

"A...ah, Y/N.."

"Y... —you feel so good."

"Are you okay..??" He always asks some minute while doing it cause he always notices you'd be rolling your eyes or something...

Absolutely amazing aftercare, never even forgets but if he does he will apologize a million times with your favorite drink or food.

5-6 inches

Tomura Shigaraki

He'll go slow and nice for a few minutes or seconds before starting to get sloppy and rough with his thrusting and pace

Would make you discover you have a degrading kink with him always throwing in passive aggressive comments

"Beg for it, slut."

"You just were rejecting me just a few seconds ago, now your clenching on my dick like a whore.."

"Yea you love that?" Knowing damn well you'd be too lost in your mind to answer...

Forgets alot about aftercare for you as well.. But him doing aftercare for you when you pass out is pretty nice.

He probably would use his quirk to actually decay the condom...not my idea.

6-8 inches

Katsuki Bakugo

Surprisingly is amazing with the first few thrusts, somewhat feels like he already did this but he wouldn't really ever...

"A....ahhg. Ka...—katsuki. You're so good at this..fuck....~" would get flustered and tell you to shut up.

He finds you so pretty when your cock drunk with him...

"Mmgh... You're tightening on me so much da ...–damn..-" soft low groaning will be heard from him.

5-8 inches

Not the best aftercare but its good enough atleast.

Keigo Takami (hawks)

Gentle and slow like everyone else, but moves on quickly to a hardly rough but painfully good rhythm.

Would love shibari play.. Or he'd just pin you down if you had clothe thingies hanging down from you for his feathers.

"Fuuck..haw—hawks! sl.... —low dowwn..-"

"No can do sweetheart." He whispers in your ear..

6-8 inches

Good aftercare aswell.

#katsuki smut #tomura smut #izuku smut #keigo smut #takami smut #hawks smut #bakugo smut #shigaraki smut #midoriya smut #bnha izuku midoriya #bnha tomura shigaraki #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha takami keigo #bnha hawks #mha izuku midoriya #mha tomura shigaraki #mha katsuki bakugo #mha takami keigo #mha hawks

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slyfoxann544 · 1 year

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𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝖽'𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎 𝖬𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗒𝖺'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟥𝟢𝟢𝟢 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁

A/n: Gif credit to @rubydragon16

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"Ouch", you whine rubbing your back as you get up.

'She could've at least given me a soft landing', you think when your attention is brought to your hands which looked smaller, like those of a four-year-old.

Looking around, you notice how dark everything was, the only source of light being blocked by the back of a big chair. In the background you could hear sounds of people's panics among other things, which seemed to be coming from the only light source of the room, a computer.

Among these other sounds you could also make out the faint sniffles of the boy seated in the chair.

"Hello?", you call out making the sniffs pause. Then slowly the chair spun around, revealing a green haired boy, no older than four.

"Who are you?", he asks wiping his cheeks as he gets down and comes towards you.

"I'm Y/n", you answer holding out your hand. "And I'm your new friend."

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A few hours earlier⌛

"So you're telling me I'm dead?", you say gripping the sides of your clothes as the (literal) angel in front looks at you in despair.

"You're saying that I won't ever be able to see mommy and daddy ever again? That I won't be able to play with my friends ever?", big hot tears had started to escape your eyes and cloud your vision now.

"You're lying!", you shout. "This is all a bad dream. I will wake up soon and then mommy will be there and make me some pudding! Then Ai and Kenji will come over and we'll all go to school together! You're just a bad liar!"

The angel only looks at you in pity as you break down crying on the floor.

"Let me wake up! I wanna live!", you sob desperately. "I wanna go have dinner with mommy! I wanna go play with my friends! I wanna become a big and strong hero like daddy!", you only sit on the ground, helplessly, bringing your knees close to your chest and you continue to weep.

"I know.", the winged beauty answers in a soothing tone as she gets closer to you.

It wasn't fair. It was too early for you. I wasn't your time yet, it shouldn't have been your time yet. You were still so young. So full of life, so full of potential. You had your whole life ahead of you. A glorious future. Such beautiful memories to make.

All that, ripped away from you before you'd even gotten a taste of it. It was cruel, you were only six after all.

Yet, such was the nature of fate.

But, there was a way to get around it. So she gave you that option, hoping nothing but the best for the child she'd looked over in secret all these years.

To be an imaginary friend.

Sure, it would only be for a few years, as long as the child needed you around. Still, it was something. You'd at least get to experience a few more years of life this way.

It wasn't fair, she knew that. Being given the choice of staying with some unknown kid only to help make their life better, ripped apart from your loved ones in exchange for those precious experiences and memories supposed to be made over many decades of being alive, that should've rightfully been yours from the start.

Still, it was something, and something was better than nothing.

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You soon learned that the boy in whose room you'd appeared was named Izuku Midoriya and he.....was quirkless.

Hearing about how his dreams were crushed was heartbreaking, especially since you could relate seeing as all your dreams had come crashing down in such a short time. However, ironically enough, his grief provided the perfect distraction from yours. You'd pushes your feelings of despair deep down and instead directed your focus at him.

You'd do everything you could to make him feel better, and he did soon enough, and when you got to really know Izuku, everything seemed to have changed for the better. The two of you had instantly hit it off and had become the bestest of friends and gotten closer than you were with any of your previous friends.

With him around you didn't even remember you weren't alive anymore. His lively and charming presence came like the light of hope into your life that drove away all the darkness that were your sorrows and misery.

Still, there were times you'd be reminded of your previous life, you were still a human with feelings after all (albeit not alive). But soon you found solace in Izuku at times like these. He'd become your shelter in those nights of stormy emotions that welcomed you with open arms and a promise to protect you as you would confide in him.

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It was raining heavily that night with lots of lightning, there was a thunderstorm.

The greenette was sleeping soundly in his bed, having dozed off mid-way through your discussion on whether or not people with anthropogenic quirks are born that way or if they randomly wake up one day with altered bodies.

You in the meanwhile had decided to go over to the window and stare at the rain. For some reason you couldn't sleep and to make matters worse, you were hit by a wave of nostalgia that brought the feeling of sorrow with it.

You'd begun to recall that one fateful night spent with your parents.

There's been a thunder storm, just like this one and you couldn't sleep with how jumpy you were. You were pretty young at that time too, maybe around 3, (you couldn't remember anymore), so there was nothing out of place about your fear of thunderstorms.

Your parents, in an attempt to make you feel at ease had offered to sleep in your room for the night but when that didn't help they decided on something different. With a few pillows, mattresses and bedsheets and blankets their little blanket fort to make you feel better was ready. All night (as long as you could stay awake), the three of you watched movies and shared stories.

The exact details were hazy, that was a really long time ago after all, seeing as it had been six years since you joined Izuku who was now 10, but that was the gist of it. Many years had passed since then and you were now no longer scared of a little lightning here and there.

Remembering all this now, it made you long for their company once again and before you knew it big fat tears had escaped your eyes and were running down your face and the sound of your quite cries had filled the otherwise silent room.

"Y/n?", the green haired boy called you rubbing his eyes as he came up behind you. Feeling his presence you quickly wipe away your tears as you proceeded to try reassure him that you were just having trouble sleeping.

"I get it.", he says. "You're scared of thunderstorms.", he says as he looks down in shame. " And here I was sleeping all peacefully without paying attention to you. I'm such a bad friend."

No, no you're not! I'm not scared of thunderstorms.", you try convincing him.

"It's okay, you don't have to hide it from me. I'll make you feel better now.", the boy answers with determination before his face lights up.

"I know!", he says. Quickly he goes back and forth across his room gathering various pillows and blankets.

"Tada!", he says excitedly gesturing to his creation as you stand there frozen in place staring at the haphazardly made blanket fort as he pulls you into it and sits you down.

"Now we can tell each other stories.", he squeals in excitement.

You only sit there looking at him as once again your tears find an escape from your eyes as you begin to sob, much to the boy's distress, who looks shocked deciding what to do for a moment.

"There, there.", he says softly pulling into his embrace. You gladly return his hug as you continue to bawl while he runs hin fingers through your hair.

"I'm here if you ever need to talk, k?", he says softly resting his chin on your head as you nod.

That was the night you realized something. It's taken a while to come to this conclusion you finally admit it.

Izuku, had started to feel like home.

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Slowly, the years passed and Izuku grew and along with him, so did you. Time flies when you're having fun and before the two of you knew it a decade had passed since you'd first laid your eyes on the boy.

A lot changed during these years, the neighborhood had grown, the freckled teen found new heroes to obsess over, more of his notebooks were filled with hero analysis, many other imaginary friends you'd noticed disappeared and new ones were spotted by you over the years.

But the one thing that remained the same was Izuku, your Izuku. Still just a optimistic, still just as determined to achieve his dreams and still just as in need of your company and you still just as grateful for his.

Over the years your bond had strengthened. Sure you'd had mild arguments here and there but they served only to bring the 2 of you closer together.

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It was another normal sunny day, usually on such a day you and your green-eyed companion would be outside doing God knows what. However, today you were sitting at the window in the aspiring heroes room, sulking.

It was nothing major really, no big deal. The two of you had just been lying under the trees in the near-by playground, enjoying each other's company, discussing random things when you'd gotten into a debate which had managed to spark-off an argument, well not exactly an argument, but it had still managed to leave you in a foul mood so you had made your exit with the timely arrival of the greenette's 'companions, aka the famous Kacchan and his lackeys.

So here you were, regretting having let your emotions to get the best of you. However, your train of thought was interrupted by someone knocking on the door, making you look back to spot the 7-year-old.

Sighing, you simply turn back around to continue gazing out the window. The green-eyed boy however, is only left standing there, contemplating what to do when suddenly an idea strikes him.

There was no guarantee if this would work to improve your mood. Chances were it could go either way, still he went through with it.

He goes on and knocks on the door in a pattern before calling out your name, gaining your attention.

"Do you...wanna build a snowman?", he says looking away slightly unsure of your reaction before looking up at you for a response.

The two of you had absolutely loved the movie and had only recently watched it this week. So in hopes of getting a laugh out of you, the boy had decided to go through with his plan.

You on the other hand however, only stand there with a dumbfounded expression on your face in shock before replying with a straight face, "It's the middle of summer".

"Uh....."

The two of you only stand there in complete silence awkwardly before you burst into a fit of laughter and the boy finally lets out a relieved sigh before joining you.

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Slowly as time passed you'd also started to grow more concerned for the boy. He still held on tightly and desperately to his dream of becoming a hero. But till now, that's all that was, a dream, and a seemingly impossible one at that.

There was no sugar coating the fact that Izuku's dream was one that he would most likely not be able to achieve, no matter how hard he tried. You knew that.

He was quirkless, and so with no power of his own, going against villains who were leagues above him in terms of both physical strength and powers, the chances of him coming out alive would decrease every time.

Sure, the limits of his physical capabilities could be extended with strenuous training and hard work and sure there were plenty of support items to make up for quirks but still, the battles he would inevitably face would surely prove to be grim.

Bodies could easily break. Even well trained veteran heroes with powerful quirks would come out of their battles injured gravely at times and Izuku was just a regular boy. Not to mention, support items could be easily damaged and discarded by the villains, leaving him vulnerable.

You knew that, yet your heart ached for the boy you'd grown to love over the years and a part of you hoped that some way his dream would come true, because you knew how badly his heart would be crushed if it didn't.

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At this point, it was clear that Izuku's dream could only come true with a miracle. You had never been one to believe in miracles however, but you could say that your presence currently was a miracle in itself. So your heart prayed for a miracle, something, anything that would provide aid to the boy for fulfilling his goal.

You grew more uneasy at the thought of the future as each day passed by. But it was as if your prayers had been answered when the freckled teen happened to stumble across All Might, who made him his successor.

It was great! Both of you were overjoyed and the first night neither of you could sleep, Izuku from the sheer excitement and you from the growing nervousness.

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The moonlight filtered into the room through the curtains as a cool breeze blew in the background making the weather pleasant. Silence filled the entire room with the exception of the clock ticking in the background.

The greenette lay in his bed with his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to force his body to sleep, which of course he could not do. A million thoughts rushed through his mind. Some were him fantasizing how his life would be from this day forward, or him just recalling the day's events as it all still felt surreal, and no matter how hard he tried, his brain would. not. stop. thinking.

As one would guess, he was terribly nervous. He laid there trying calm down his heart as it hammered against his chest not allowing him to sleep.

He'd finally had enough of it and decided to get up as he threw the covers off. His eyes remained fixed to his lap momentarily as he swung his legs out of bed in thought before finally looking around the room in search of your familiar figure, which was no where to be found.

"Y/n?"

No answer.

He slowly got up and made his way towards the window and slid it open entirely. Carefully, he jumped out onto the platform of the fire escape and made his way up to the roof.

"Thought you'd be here.", he said smiling as he spots your lying figure staring at the sky.

The boy climbs up and makes his way to lay on the ground next to you on the ground. This was your favorite star gazing spot. Whenever you'd feel sad or troubled, you'd come here to gaze at the stars to give yourself a sense of peace.

"Hey.", you greet turning your head sideways to look at him. "Couldn't sleep?", you ask as the boy responds by shaking his head. "Me neither."

For a while the two of you only continue to look at the sky, enjoying each other's company. A comfortable silence surrounded you both.

Finally, you decide to speak up.

"So, first day of hero training soon huh?", you say sighing.

"Yep! I'm really excited! But it all still feels like a dream.", the boy beams.

You only turn your head away sighing sadly. Your lips trembled as you tried to stop them from turning into a frown as your vision got blurry.

No.

This was his special day. You could not let it get ruined because you got all emotional.

The small sniff you let out immediately caught your companion's attention as he quickly sat up in shock and confusion.

"Y/n, are you-"

"I'm fine.", you answered as you sat up. "But I need you to tell me something. Just be honest with me, 'kay?"

Izuku looked at you in shock. Your eyes were all teary, filled with sorrow and desperation.

"Will you-After you get into UA and become a hero, will you not need me anymore?", tears were slowly streaming down your face.

"After you pass the exam and make more friends, will you forget about me? Will you leave me behind and forget me?", you were bawling at this point as you hiccupped between your words.

"Because, I-I don't want you too. Is, is it selfish of me to wish to keep you by my side forever? I'm a terrible friend aren't I?", you cried out as you tried to wipe your eyes with the edge of your sweatshirt's sleeve.

Seeing you this way absolutely broke the green eyes boy's heart. What was worse was that this was because of Him.

He curse himself for not being able to tell you were upset. You had been acting different ever since after All Might told him he'd get his quirk. What kind of a friend was he?

"How can you say?!", he says gripping your shoulders, albeit a little too loudly snapping you out of it.

"Y/n, you're one of the most important people in my life! I care for you!", he says pulling you into a hug.

"I will never forget you. No matter what, I'll always stay by your side. You aren't selfish, you're the best friend I could ever ask for."

"I will always need you."

You were at a loss of words. Al you could do was return his embrace as more tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Promise?"

"Promise"

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It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Too perfect even.

And we all know how the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and indeed they soon would.

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yukisshittyposts · 1 year

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“𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞” -> 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

SUMMARY: “What does she have that i don’t?” you wonder every single night. Out of all the people in your class, why did he choose Uraraka?

NOTE: I'm in the mood for angst if you can't already tell from the summary. Sorry not sorry!

You don't hate Ochaco Uraraka. You don't have it in you to hate her. The girl is nothing but kind to you, a good friend and classmate to you and to everyone else. The perfect girl who fits in all of the standards. Although she hasn't done anything for you to deslike her, you can't help the nasty glares you throw her way whenever she makes Izuku blush or stutter.

You've known Izuku since you both were babies in diapers. You and Katsuki know him better than anyone else. Everything was perfect between you, until you both became UA students and she came into the picture.

Suddenly, it's like you don't exist anymore. Now, Izuku finally has his own group of friends. You're happy for him of course and he doesn't ignore you but he doesn't spend time with you like he used to and it pains you, especially when he cancels plans with you to hang out with Ochaco and the others.

You know he has a crush on her. He's... or rather was your best friend. He has told you all about it. Even if he hadn't, it's so obvious, even a blind man would notice it.

Unfortunately for you, Ochaco has a crush on him as well. She admitted her feelings to you and to the other girls at a girl's night in the dorms, where you were discussing about the boys in your class. When they asked if you liked someone, you didn't know what to answer.

They are perfect for each other and you hate that with every fiber of your being.

If only he liked you the way you like him... you wouldn't be here right now, dying inside, as you hear him ask her to go on a date with him.

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x y/n #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #deku x reader #deku x y/n #bnha izuku midoriya #mha izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya angst #deku angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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random-incorrect-quotes-boi · 8 months

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Store worker: Would Mr Bakugou come to the front counter?

Bakugou, arriving at desk: What's the issue?

Store Worker: *points at Shoto and Izuku*

Izuku: We got lost :(

Bakugou: I didn't even bring you two with me.

#bnha izuku midoriya #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #incorrect mha quotes #mha #incorrect my hero academia quotes #my hero academia #incorrect boku no hero academia quotes #boku no academia

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relaxedpixel · 1 year

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Dropping all the bnha Doodles I've made here- Lots of love for Tenya. And a college sweethearts DaveMight

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call-memissbrightside · 2 years

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Yandere Izuku who is so obsessed with you that he knows your blood type and your social security number but doesn’t know that you need to wear glasses. He’s never seen you wear them when he was stalking keeping you safe, so he never suspected you needed them.

“Why are you always so mad when I get home?” His feelings are hurt, and his brain is going a mile a second to come up with ways to get you to forgive him for ya know the whole kidnapping you and holding you hostage thing. You would scrunch your face when he got home, the scowl on your face making his heart break.

“I can’t see anything past arm length asshole.” You said nonchalantly, shrugging.

Izuku has stopped working.

“Wait you needed glasses this whole time?!”

He immediately gets you a pair and encourages (forces) you to wear them to not strain your eyes.

You still scowl when he gets home, but Izuku just thinks so you’re so cute in your glasses he can’t get mad.

#hahaha I hate my glasses #bnha izuku midoriya #yandere midoriya x reader #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoryia x you

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nev4chii · 3 months

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Sinking lonely ship

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha izuku midoriya #deku #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #mha izuku midoriya

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homos-in-training · 6 months

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Incorrect MHA-56

Aizawa: WHY IS THE BUILDING ON FIRE?

Denki: A dragon sneezed

Iida: Todoroki lost control of his quirk

Izuku: I tried to light a cigar with a flame thrower

Aizawa: Uraraka please tell me what happened?

Uraraka: [having flashbacks of Iida and Izuku arguing with denki that it was impossible to light a fire extinguisher on fire]

Urararka: Don't remember

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dogwaterdish · 20 days

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Midoriya: I owe you one.

Uraraka: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 6 months

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"well at least let me Love You The Same"

"baby, I thought that we had something. compared to him I'm next to nothing."

synopsis// izuku knows he has no chance, but that doesn't stop him from falling hopelessly head over heels for you… or where izuku is an idiot and doesn't know proper communication since he was seven.

pairing// izuku midoriya x gn!reader

word count// 5.2k

contents// no quirks au, fluff? maybe like a hint of angst? college au, pro heros are now famous musicians, mutual unknown pining, childhood friends to lovers?, izuku has NO game. one singular kys joke.

notes// im trying to get rid of my oldish mha drafts so heres this. anyway i kinda tried something new with the povs in the story so uhm let me know if it worked or if it made everything unnecessarily confusing. anyways todays oneshot was inspired by uneasy hearts weigh the most by dance gavin dance ! (so good im trembling )

April 10th, 20XX | 7 years old

Izuku, you, and Kacchan were on another one of your little adventures. The three of you sat atop some rocks you had to climb to get up in the first place, all of you attempting to catch your breaths as the fresh spring breeze felt heavenly against your sweaty bodies from playing all day long. Izuku loved days like this, where all of you would hang out together. Most days, it was just him and Kacchan because you’d have a babysitter who wouldn’t let you out of their sight, but your parents were home today, and when they’re home, anything is on the table. You want to leave to go to the river with the boys? Go right ahead! You want to chase down an ice cream truck? Sure, why not? Izuku loved when they were around because that meant you were around. and Izuku loved you.

Even as young as he is, he knows, and maybe he doesn’t know in what way he loves you, but he very quickly finds out when he turns toward you. The sun is just barely starting to set, and the orange hue reflects off your eyes as you gaze out into the horizon, like little gold specks of glitter, and Izuku finds himself completely enamored by them. He wants you to look at him, to stare at him as peacefully as you are staring out into nothing, and suddenly you turn toward him as if you had somehow read his thoughts. You grin childishly at him, your smile so big that your eyes shut and your nose crinkles, and Izuku finds his heart skipping a beat. that’s... That’s not normal, is it? Kacchan doesn’t make his heart skip a beat even though Izuku loves him, so why do you? It hits Izuku like a train. Oh, right. Because he loves you. as more than a friend. Lost in thought, Izuku doesn't realize that you're calling his name until you grab him by the shoulders and shake him a little.

“Zuku!”

“S-Sorry!”

You laugh a bit and shake your head as you return your hands back to your sides. “It’s fine; you were mumbling. You okay?”

He nods, an endearing smile paints his face, and his wide green eyes are filled with nothing but pure adoration for you. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm more than okay.”

You return the smile before turning your head back toward the sky, and Izuku has to muster up an inhumane amount of strength not to beg you to keep staring at him, to keep smiling at him, to focus on him and him alone.

Izuku’s life-altering moment is quickly ruined by a grunt.

“Let’s go, extras,” Kacchan says.

Kacchan jumps off the rocks the three of you are sitting on, but instead of landing, he eats shit and lands with a loud thud on the pavement. His knees and palms, and nearly every other part of him, were scraped in the process. Though apparently that's just a normal occurrence for him because he gets up like nothing's happened and stares up at Izuku and you.

“Let’s go; what are you guys waiting for?”

Izuku and you glance at each other in complete amazement. Though Izuku’s awe for Kacchan is quickly replaced by amazement for you, and with the way your eyes glimmer, he almost feels like they’re beckoning him to tell you he loves you. But the next words out of your mouth shut him right up and completely shattered his seven-year-old heart:

“Bakugo is amazing!”

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Present day | 19 years old

Izuku lies flat on his bed, staring up at his hands as they stretch out toward the ceiling. He opens and closes them, half-heartedly imagining what it would feel like to hold your hand. He sighs and lets his hands fall back to his sides. Twelve years later and Izuku is still, if not even more, hopelessly in love with you. Actually, at this point, he doesn’t think the word love is large or strong enough to convey how he feels about you. How could such a meek word ever begin to truly explain the depth of his feelings for you? They could never, but it’s the closest attempt. Though Izuku is losing hope in himself and in you, he’s tried to confess; he really has, but every time he thinks the moment is just right, something always happens.

Whether he freezes up, someone walks in, one of you gets a call, or Kacchan somehow gets brought up, whether it's from you talking about him or physically showing up, without a doubt, something goes wrong every time he tries, and at this point, he’s ninety-nine point nine percent sure this is the universe telling him to stop while he’s ahead, and maybe he should listen to it. Not maybe; he should. He knows he should. He’s known since he was seven; you like Kacchan, not him. And maybe the fact that he doesn’t understand why you like Kacchan doesn’t make this any easier. Yes, he agrees that Kacchan is amazing, but there are also so many things that Izuku excels at compared to him, like, for example, romance! But he understands.

He understands that, in your eyes, he's nothing compared to Kacchan; Kacchan is everything he's not. So he'll listen to the universe, or at the very least, he’ll try. He can’t one hundred percent guarantee this will work because Izuku lives off his emotions and thinks with his heart, but he’ll try. He swears he will. He’ll push these feelings so far down, like an anchor cast into the middle of the ocean, he’ll make sure they never reach the surface again. He mumbles to himself about how he should make a plan. That could make things a lot easier, that could make this actually work. Izuku determinedly nods to himself and sits upright, leaning over to grab his pen and notebook from his bedside table. As he writes, he mumbles to himself.

10 STEPS TO GETTING OVER Y/N

1. Desensitize yourself to them!

2-9. ????

10. You’re over them! Congrats!

Izuku sighs. Okay, so maybe he doesn’t have that much of a plan going, but two steps is better than nothing, right? At least he has an idea of how to start! But how is he supposed to do that? With exposure therapy, of course! There’s no better way to desensitize yourself to something than by constantly subjecting yourself to it, so that’s exactly what he’ll do. He’ll just spend more time with you! ... well, even more than he already does! Speaking of which, he should go do that now, not because he actually wants to, of course. This is all just part of his plan to get over you; there's no way in hell this is because he’s so in love with you and feels physically drawn to you like a magnet. Pft. Definitely not.

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Bakugo lays on your bed with his head dangling upside down off the end, watching you, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at your wall, a small frown flitting across your face.

Bakugo grumbles, “Fuck's wrong with you?”

“I’m gonna do it,” you respond candidly, not bothering to look at him.

He sits up on his elbow, turns slightly to look at you, and quietly asks, “….This isn’t about me telling you to kill yourself the other day, right? Cause I was just joking.”

This finally breaks your gaze away from the wall and toward him, your face scrunched up in confusion. “What? No.”

“Oh ok. Good.” Bakugo goes back to hanging upside down before continuing, “Do what then?”

“Confess.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Be so fucking serious.”

“I am!!”

“Y/N, you say this every fucking week and never do it.”

“I really mean it this time!” You say adamantly before trailing off, “I just..."

He raises his eyebrow at you. “You just?”

“I need your help.”

“Nuh uh,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t do that romantic bullshit.”

“Kirishima would say otherwise,” you mumble, “but it’s just... you’re his best friend.”

“Y/N, we're all best friends, idiot, and if anything, you’re closer to him than I am,” he says, either ignoring or not having heard your first statement, and either way, you’re not complaining.

“Can you just help me?”

“What do you even need help with?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging. “I need a plan to confess.”

Bakugo narrows his eyes at you in question. “a plan?”

“Yeah! like, I don’t know,” you say hastily, shaking your hands around you in vague gestures. “Maybe I should get him All Might merch and be like, I like you!” You end your sentence with a thumbs-up.

He looks at you blankly, and he’s not sure if it’s your shit ideas that are making his head hurt or the fact that he’s been hanging upside down for too long. “That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Your face is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“My face?”

“Yeah.”

“Heard?”

“Seen.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes at you and reluctantly asks, “Got any other shitty ideas?”

“No,” you say meekly.

"God, you're fucking hopeless,” he grumbles, rubbing his temples. He should probably stop hanging upside down, but he also doesn’t really care that much.

You cross your arms and glare at him.

Bakugo tuts. “What if you just confess like a normal person?”

“That just doesn’t feel big enough!” you exclaim, slightly miffed.

He can't help but let out a snort that's so loud it almost sounds painful. “That’s what she said.”

You huff in exasperation. “Can you be serious?!”

“God fuck fine,” he says, finally sitting up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve been in love with him since we were kids, Bakugo,” you say, frowning. “I don't want to just be like, Lol, I like you; I want to do something for him!”

“Gross.” Bakugo stands up from your bed and points at you as he commands, “Get a piece of paper.”

You get up and grab a piece like he says regardless, yet you can’t help but still ask, “For what?”

“So we can brainstorm, idiot,” he replies pointedly, now sitting down on the floor where you were just moments ago.

“Oh! Thank you, Bakugo; I knew you loved me!”

He stifles a laugh. “Yeah, don’t go around saying that.”

You take a seat next to Bakugo, both of you sitting cross-legged, and place the paper down in front of the two of you. The two of you lean in to have a better view of the paper, your shoulders and legs touching at this point. You both take turns writing down a plan and either agreeing with it or, more often than not, scribbling it out because one of you finds it stupid. You two go at this for what feels like hours when really it’s probably only been about twenty minutes, give or take. Suddenly, he claps his hands together, and you jump at the noise.

“Jesus christ.” You exhale heavily, your hand on your chest, feeling how your heart races from being startled. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I got it,” he mumbles as he fervently writes something down on the paper, triumphantly slamming the pen down when he’s done.

You stare at him curiously, and he merely smirks at you while pointing down at what he wrote, silently urging you to read it. You roll your eyes at him before quickly scanning what he wrote, and you can see why he got so excited because now you’re feeling the exact same way.

“Bakugo, you’re a genius!” you cry, returning your focus to him.

Bakugo leans in toward you, his gaze zeroing in on yours, and nods. “Fuck yeah, I am!”

With how close you two were sitting together already, the two of you staring at each other like this, leaned in with your noses about to touch, makes it look like the two of you are about to kiss. So if anyone walked in right now, without a doubt, they would think something was up. And it’s just your luck—or lack thereof—when Izuku walks in. The three of you were close enough that, at any given moment, one of you would always end up in the other's dorm without warning. Izuku stops in his tracks when he sees the two of you, and he has to actively will his legs not to give out from underneath him right then and there as you both turn toward him, smiles on your faces.

You swiftly grab the piece of paper and hide it behind your back, smiling up at the boy who holds all of your affection. “Hi Zuku, what’s up?”

Bakugo hums and leans back on his palms. “Sup nerd.”

“Sorry for interrupting!” He stammers nervously; fuck, he hates when he does that. He’s been good about not doing that, but it’s easy to fall back into it when he thinks he’s just witnessed the two of you about to kiss.

“What?” You let out a small laugh. “Zuku, you didn’t interrupt anything.”

“I should have knocked! or given you guys a warning! Sorry, I really didn’t mean to interrupt the two of you!” Izuku avoids all eye contact with either of you as he slowly starts to back out of the room, like If he did it slowly enough, you wouldn’t have even noticed he was there in the first place.

You frown, noticing how his wide eyes are growing glossy. “Zuku, are you okay?”

Even Bakugo is taken aback by how he’s acting as he grumbles, “The fuck are you talking bout, nerd?”

“I’m fine,” he says with a small smile, but the way his bottom lip trembles betrays him. “I-I should go!”

The minute Izuku bolts out of where he came from, you turn to Bakugo in confusion.

“What the fuck was that?”

Bakugo isn’t looking at you; rather, he’s looking down at how your knees are touching; he’s looking at how close together you two are currently sitting. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“We are all up in each other's personal space,” he says while slowly lifting his head up to look at you.

When he looks at you, all you can say is “Oh,” because you immediately realize just how close the two of you are, your noses about to touch.

He rolls his eyes as he pushes your face away from him. “Yeah oh.”

“Oh fuck,” you exclaim panickedly now that everything’s clicked, “What do I do?!”

“Go after him!”

“And do what?”

Bakugo stares at you in utter disbelief before his face scrunches up into a scowl and barks, “Confess dumbass!”

You blink a few times and frown. “But our plan—“

“Fuck our plan,” Bakugo interrupts you impatiently. “Now you have to improvise and go tell that dumbass that you’re in love with him and that there’s nothing between us.”

You shake your head, staring at Bakugo in fear. “I don't think I can do this—“

“Oh no,” he says sternly, shaking his head. “You’re gonna fucking do this. I’ll drag you outside if I fucking have to.”

“Bakugo,” you plead.

He glares at you, speaking through clenched teeth, “Go. Run. After. Him. Now. Or. I. Will. Make. Your. Life. A. Living. Hell.”

“Again?” You tease him in hopes that it’ll distract him from forcing you to confess, because although you want to, you didn’t want it to happen like this. Though your efforts are futile because Bakugo does not budge.

“Y/N. I swear to fucking god.”

“Fuck fine!” You groan as you stand up, pointing down at Bakugo as you mumble, “But if this goes terrible, I’m blaming you.”

Bakugo slaps your finger away. “Get the fuck out of my face and go serenade the nerd.”

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December 10th, 20XX | 12 years old

You and Izuku are sitting on a random bench, huddling for warmth as you wait for the train to arrive. Truthfully, this wouldn’t have been so bad if the two of you were still friends with Bakugo; his body temperature was always the highest out of the three of you, making it extremely easy to use him to warm up in the cold, but once middle school hit, something changed in Bakugo. Popularity and his ego got to him, and now the boy you two once considered a friend was nothing more than a bully on most days, and today was one of those days. You and Izuku side-eye each other and sigh the minute you hear a familiar scoff behind you.

“Fucking extras, hogging the bench.”

Izuku looks like he wants to say something, but you shake your head and place your hand on top of his. Izuku smiles softly at you, and it makes your cheeks warm—wait, what? That doesn’t happen. It’s probably just Bakugo’s body heat radiating off of him, that’s all.

“Oh, look, the nerd needs someone to calm him down, as if. The fuck are you gonna do?” Bakugo sneers.

You know he’s trying to egg Izuku on, but before you can try to say anything to calm Izuku down, he’s already pulling himself away from you and turning to face Bakugo. You quickly copy his actions.

“What’s your problem?” Izuku asks as flatly as he can, trying to show Bakugo that he’s not afraid of him, and he’s not. Not when you’re here, at least.

Bakugo takes a step closer toward Izuku, and you're on high alert, ready to step in between them if need be.

“You’re my fucking problem,” he says, poking a finger harshly into Izuku’s chest. “And that fucking extra too,” he quickly adds on, briefly glaring at you before looking back to Izuku.

You barely have time to respond, blink, or comprehend what’s happening when suddenly Izuku swings and strikes Bakugo. Bakugo's hand quickly touches his cheek where Izuku just hit, his mouth slightly agape, and you're afraid he’s going to retaliate, but he doesn’t. Time seems to come to a lull. Bakugo is staring at Izuku in shock, his hand still on his cheek. It's like he’s frozen under Izuku’s gaze. Izuku is glaring at Bakugo, his chest heaving with every deep breath he takes, and you can't take your eyes off him.

Something swirling deep in your gut makes it feel like someone's in there trying to make balloon animals out of your insides, and it's a horrible feeling—maybe not the feeling itself, but why you feel that way. You aren't sure if it's fear, amazement, or love—maybe a combination of all three, actually. All you know for sure is that watching Izuku punch Bakugo and stand up to him awoke something in you, and whatever it is, you want it to go back to sleep. Your reverie is interrupted by Bakugo spitting out some blood, barely missing you and Izuku, before scowling at the two of you and walking away.

“Holy shit, Zuku-“ you begin but quickly stop when you notice him trembling. You quickly grab him by the shoulders and practically manhandle him into looking at you. “Hey- Zuku?”

“I-I didn't mean to do that,” he confesses, his wide, wet eyes locked on yours.

“Hey, it's fine,” you say softly, cupping his cheek into one of your hands.

Izuku shakes his head softly while leaning into your touch at the same time. “I didn't even care that he said I was his problem—but he brought you into it, and I don't know—I don't know what happened—I just... I didn't want him talking like that to you.”

Oh.

You know now.

Know that whatever just woke up inside you will not go back to sleep anytime soon.

It won't go back to sleep ever, actually.

That feeling in your gut was love. and the other two, sure, but mostly love.

You love Izuku.

You’re in love with Izuku.

You love Izuku so much that you can't help but tear up at the realization as you bring your other hand up to his cheek, fully engulfing his face.

Izuku panics at the sight of your now glossy eyes, which are perfectly matching his.

“y-y/n! Why are you crying? Are you okay? Did-did I do something wrong?”

“No!—“ you can’t help but let out a shaky laugh while tears freely run down your face—"No, Zuku, you didn't do anything wrong at all.”

He wipes away your tears and frowns skeptically. “Then why are you crying?”

“I just—I just really love you, Izuku.”

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Present day | 19 years old

You run outside of the dorm buildings, met with an open campus, people walking around here and there as you turn your head every which way, hoping for just a speck, a hint, an image of curly green hair, but you can't find it, can't find him, and it makes your heart clench painfully. You groan loudly, ignoring how people side-eye you in confusion.

“Shit—if I were Zuku, where would I go? Where the fuck would I go?”

You stand there for a few moments, dragging your hand down your face in utter defeat, just trying to figure it out. It shouldn’t take you this long; it really shouldn't. Had you asked yourself this on any other day in any other instance, you would have been able to answer it immediately, but your head is hazy, it's smoky, and it's suffocating. like if you don't tell Izuku and put out the forest fire that are the words “I love you,” you'll suffocate to death in its smoke. Suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder, quickly turning on your heels to face whoever it is.

“Hey dude, you ok?”

“Kiri! Yeah- yeah, I'm good. Um, what's up?”

Kirishima narrows his eyes at you, confused at your reaction, but doesn't bother saying anything about it. “Oh! I just got done with music lessons and was actually about to go get Bakugo from your dorm.”

“Oh my god,” you say in shock, like you've just had a life-changing epiphany, and technically you have, or at least it feels like it. “Music lessons... The music room! Kirishima, you're a genius! I love you so much, if Bakugo ever does anything to you, I'll kill him. I owe you!”

“What?” Kirishima chuckles nervously, but you’ve already started running toward your destination, and Kirishima is forced to call out an awkward, “Oh, um, okay, bye!”

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You're running to the music room like your life depends on it, and you’re sure if your high school PE teacher could see you right now, they would be impressed beyond belief. You get to the building in record time, borderline panting as you enter, but your steps don't slow; no, they won't; they refuse to until Izuku is right in front of you. You swing open the door, and Izuku jolts at the noise. Standing in the doorway, you can't help but notice how he frantically wipes at his face, trying to erase any evidence of him crying just mere seconds before. The sight makes your heart break, and you take a step toward him only for your legs to give out on you completely—fuck, you should probably run more if just this turned your legs into jelly. Izuku is now the one who rushes to your side as you fall to your knees.

“y/n!” He kneels down in front of you, his hands moving around frantically, like he wants to put them somewhere on you but isn’t sure if he should. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Are you?” You ask through heavy breaths, trying to still your racing heart, though you know that won't happen. Once your heart stops racing from the running, it will race for Izuku; it always races for Izuku. like he’s the very blood that keeps your heart beating.

His voice trembles as he asks, “Me?”

You take a deep breath to prepare for the shout you give when exclaiming, “Yes, you!”

“What did I do?”

“You ran out, Izuku!”

he frowns. “I said I was sorry!”

“No,“ you shake your head, “you said you were sorry for interrupting!”

“Exactly!” Izuku lets his head drop back and stares up at the ceiling as he groans in slight frustration.

You scowl at the fact that he’s no longer looking at you, and before you can stop yourself, you grab his face, your fingers squishing his cheeks as you force his head back down to stare at you. “You weren't interrupting anything.”

“But—“ he mumbles, his voice slightly muffled by the way you're squeezing his cheeks so hard that his lips pucker.

“Why?”

Izuku stares at you in confusion as he takes your hand off his face so he can actually speak properly. “What?”

You swallow harshly, trying to ignore how his hand is lingering on yours. “Why did you run out?”

He sighs and retracts his hand from yours, placing it back down in his lap, and you almost feel like you’ve made a mistake somewhere, like you’ve said or done the wrong thing. “Why did you run after me, y/n?”

“Izuku.”

“y/n.”

“Please tell me why you ran out,” you plead softly, slowly inching your hand back to his face. “What do you think you saw?”

His gaze flits down to your hand before he grabs it and brings it up to his cheek, too impatient to wait for you to get it there yourself, leaning into your touch as he sighs. “I know what I saw.”

You rub your thumb against his cheek soothingly as you softly demand, “Then tell me what you saw.”

Izuku looks away, and he cranes his head to the opposite side of your hand, as if he’s now trying to get away from your touch. You don’t try to fight it, although it hurts a lot. You accept it, letting your hand drop back down to your side, and pretend like you don’t feel like whatever he’s about to say will hurt you beyond belief.

“You—you and Kacchan were about to kiss, or did kiss—one or the other.”

You blink at him. Oh, that didn’t hurt. At all, actually. In fact, you find yourself clamping your hands over your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh, but to no avail; you're laughing like Izuku just told you the world's greatest joke, but he obviously does not find this as funny as you do, and your laughing has Izuku staring at you wide-eyed, absolutely mortified.

“Why are you laughing?!”

You collect yourself with a deep breath before smiling at him as you mumble, “Oh my god, Izuku, you are such an idiot, it's almost endearing.”

“What?” His eyebrows knit together and his nose scrunches up as he frowns, but his scrunched-up face trembles, like he’s trying really hard to seem mad or like he’s truly scowling. "Y/N, that's mean! I mean, I knew you two had something going on, but just because I finally walked in on something happening doesn't mean you get to-“

You know better than anyone that once Izuku starts rambling, it's near impossible to get him to stop verbally. You've always had to flick him or something along those lines to get him to stop, and suddenly you realize this has given you the perfect opportunity to do something you've only dreamed about doing each and every time this has happened before. You can't help the smile that's on your face as you quickly lean in and grab Izuku’s face, kissing him, which immediately and effectively shuts him up like you had hoped. Much to your dismay, Izuku is the first one to break the kiss, and he pulls back just enough for you to see the flush on his face, and his eyes are the size of saucer plates as he looks at you in complete disbelief.

“What?” His voice cracks as he asks again, this time louder in complete shock as everything has finally processed in his head, “What?!”

You laugh under your breath as you grab him by the back of his head and pull his head in toward yours, butting your foreheads together. “Not to be cheesy, Zuku, but hell will freeze over before I ever kiss someone who isn't you.”

“Huh? But—I thought—“

You shrug with a small smile on your face as you lean back on your palms. “You thought wrong, Izuku.”

He places a finger on his chin and looks away as he thinks aloud, “Wait, but then—does that mean you like me?”

“No.”

“No?!” his head whips toward you, and his voice trembles against his will as he exclaims, “But you just kissed me!”

You roll your eyes before sitting up straight and leaning toward him, and Izuku can’t find it in him to pull away from you, slightly hoping you’ll kiss him again even if you just said you don’t like him.

You tuck a few of his curls behind his ear, cooing, “I'm in love with you, Izuku.”

“Oh,” he says, pausing. “Oh!!”

You pull your hand away awkwardly. “You know this is usually the part where you reject me or not?…”

“Oh right!“ Izuku grabs your hands with his before continuing, “I'm in love with you too!”

You briefly glance down at your intertwined hands before you look back up at him. The minute your eyes meet, you feel your throat go dry, having to force out a response: “Wait, really?”

“Yeah! Why do you think I ran out?” He laughs softly and gives your hand a small squeeze as he teases, “And no offense, but you're kinda oblivious; I'm really not that subtle.”

you frown. “Well, I could say the same about you!” You pause and think for a moment. “Wait, why the fuck did you even think me and Bakugo had a thing? or that I liked him? Literally, what could ever give you that impression, Zuku?”

“Oh, um,“ he looks away sheepishly as he confesses, “I've kinda… thought that since we were seven?”

“What?!” You stare at him incredulously, eyes so wide they’re giving his naturally saucer-plate-esque eyes a run for their money. “What the hell happened when we were seven to make you think that?!”

He starts tentatively, “Uhm, you kinda like, called Bakugo amazing after he jumped off those rocks we used to climb, but he ate shit and wasn't bothered?” He clears his throat, like what he’s about to say next will make everything click in your brain and make you agree that the reason he thought that makes complete sense. “And not to mention that was like minutes after I realized I was in love with you?…”

“Izuku Midoriya.”

He avoids your gaze and instead focuses on your intertwined hands.

“You thought I was in love with Bakugo this whole time because I called him amazing when we were seven?” You ask in a combination of being slightly miffed and in complete disbelief.

He groans and innocently looks back up at you through his lashes. “Okay, well, when you say it like that—“

You cut him off with a small huff and butted your foreheads together once more, murmuring, "Oh my god, you’re an idiot.”

He hums and nods against you. “Yeah, but now I'm your idiot.”

You can’t help the smile that practically splits your face in two as you scatter kisses over his flushed, freckled painted cheeks.

“Yeah. Yeah, you are.”

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