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Warning: Cute! Fluff! Kinda sad! Slight cussing! xreader! xMy Hero Academia Boys! xkinda angst! Aged up!

Info: Y/N means your name, and f/c means your favorite color. e/c means your eye color, h/c means hair color.

A/N: My fourth post!! RAAAHHH!!! I'm SO SO happy! This is something small I whipped up and my first oneshot at making all my hero academia boys! All of the My Hero Academia boys got hurt when they were fighting a villain and the villain hurt them or they overused their quirks fighting a villain.

Also: My requests are always open so please please please ask me anything! If you check out my very first post it tells you everything I can do and any mha characters I WILL right about!!!

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku scratches the back of his head, his scarred fingers messing with his green wavy hair. Izuku’s green emerald eyes look at his apartment as a sigh escapes his lips.

His green hero suit has holes in it, and burn marks as he struggles to shut the door to his house. Sweat drips from his forehead as he winces in pain, tears welling up in his eyes as he locks his door. “How can I be so stupid. I am literally in pain and can barely move. I had to help the civilians today though.” He mutters to himself, his breathing slowing down.

He struggles to his room and he showers. Once he is done his aching muscles still need the warmth of running against the water. Izuku groans out in pain and he tries to not cry as his body shakes with pain. His breathing consumes him and his feet patter against his carpet as he gets to his closet changing into green and black plaid pajama pants that are soft. He throws his shirt over his body changing into a black t-shirt.

Another wince escapes the hero as he runs a hand through his tousled hair. “My gosh. It hurts so bad.” Izuku stutters in pain. He slowly gets to his bed and he climbs in the sheets in pain. His head lays against the bed and he can feel a hand brush against his forehead. *Y/N is here, finally. I always go to her house.* Izuku thinks to himself as his breath catches in his throat.

“Izu. baby, why didn’t you tell me this happened?” You ask him as you look down at your boyfriend. Izuku smiles warmly at you before gesturing to himself, “Y/N I promise you I am okay.”

“Izu you’re not!” You argue back as you feel warm tears pile in your eyes. You look down at him feeling terrible. Strands of your h/c locks frame your face, and Izuku smiles at you still as he presses his hand against your cheek. “You are so beautiful.” You see his eyes glimmer with happiness as he retracts his hand and he jolts in pain.

“Oh gosh!” Izuku mumbles. Your e/c eyes widen and you press a kiss to his damp forehead since he just got out of the shower and you run off to the kitchen. You grab an ice pack for him, and you whip up some Katsudon.

You finish and hurry to his room before you help him sit up, his back leans against the bedframe and you give him the Katsudon, “There Baby, this should help.” You softly smile, also handing him the ice pack, your hand cold and red as you hold it, passing it over to him.

Izuku flashes you his happy thankful smile before lightly bending his back bowing to you. Tears bubble in his eyes and they go wide as he whimpers in pain. “Izu!” You say quickly rushing to him. He waves you off and his soft chuckles fill his bedroom.

“Y/N I am okay.” He smiles, you give him your girlfriend a look before he gestures to you to sit in the bed. It has been a long time since you came to see him so of course you did. You sit on his left side and scoot over towards him, careful not to touch him.

Izuku watches the tv playing an All Might video as his eyes are filled with happiness. He eats his Katsudon happily as he finally gets done and you don’t even notice. He places it over on his nightstand and you feel an arm drape over your shoulder.

Your e/c eyes look at him and you feel your body tense up once he quickly lays down as his hands wrap around you. Your right side of your body and your cheek softly hit the pillow as Izuku buries his face in your neck, smelling your scent as his body aches in pain.

“Izuku, you shouldn't be holding me-” You start off your voice laced with worry. His eyes go wide and he smiles against your skin as he mumbles in your neck, his breath reassuring to you in some way. “Y/N, babe I promise it’s okay. Just let me hold you. I needed this today.” You nod your head as he pulls you closer.

You feel darkness want to consume you and your eyes flutter close softly with each breath you feel against your skin. You fall asleep and Izuku’s snores bounce off the walls of his apartment.

You feel happy knowing Izuku is okay and you shake the feeling away. You have a fuzzy feeling in your heart like you always do. Being so close to your loved one, and knowing he is now safe at home. With you in his arms.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki groans in pain as he dries his hair. He was extremely careful not waking you up. His body tenses in pain and a pained expression crosses his face as he looks at himself in the mirror. He slightly cusses under his breath as he stays in his bathroom.

He wears gray sweatpants and he holds a black hoodie that has a picture of you two together on the back in large print. You pose with your h/c locks tousled everywhere as you both are in your hero suits sweating. His hand is around your waist as your leg is up a little and you do a peace sign in your hand. Katsuki’s red eyes look at you as the picture is angled upward looking down at both of you, his gloved bomb hand holding the phone. He kisses the side of your cheek and his face is seen slightly red in the picture. Your e/c eyes look at him in the corners of the picture as you smile super big and happy. The pearly whites you show off happily with your partner.

Katsuki looks at the picture of you two posing on the back of his hoodie and he smiles before he softly chuckles, “Plump lips is so cute.” (I know it sounds stupid but I don’t know what other cute/kinda rude name he would use for you. You can replace it with whatever you want.)

Katsuki pulls it over his body and it brushes against his skin. The wounds still there and he winces in pain, “F*ck. That hurts!” He curses. His red hues go wide and his body pauses as he hears shuffling in the bed. He walks over to the door slightly creaking it as he sees you walking towards the bathroom. You rub your eyes sleepily as you wear the same hoodie except white and f/c poka dot pants underneath as they drag against the wooden floor.

“Damn it.” Katsuki curses as he feels himself angered by waking you up. He didn’t want to but he did by his erratic behavior. You rub your eyes as your feet drag you to the bathroom. You sleepily yawn as your eyes look at the slightly opened door.

“Kat, babe? Why are you home so late and why are you so silent?” You ask trying to pry the door open but Katsuki quickly pushes you gently as he shuts the door. Your e/c pupils dilate and you feel worry cross over you and a little bit of anger. “Katsuki Bakugou. Why the heck did you push me! Babe you are worrying me!” You respond as your tone raises with worry.

You hear shuffling behind the door after that it opens with you seeing Katsuki bundled up in toilet paper around the hoodie and sweatpants. You eye him as he waddles to the room shutting the light off in the bathroom. You grab his muscle arm and stop him. “Kat, answer me. You are being extremely weird.”

“Says you.” He gruffs trying to pry you off of him. “Please, answer.” You beg as your lip quivers with worry. Katsuki looks at you and his crimson eyes peirce into yours as they soften. He takes the toilet paper off as then says, “Don’t freak out dove, please.” You glance at him before his hands remove his hoodie as he holds it in one hand.

You turn the hallway light on unable to see and make it out in the darkness. A gasp escapes your lips and your hand lightly touches his skin that has wounds all over. Katsuki smiles softly running a hand through his hair as he tries to not let out a groan of pain. His lips betray him and he does so.

“Kat, what happened?” You ask worried as you lead him out of the hallway and shut the light off as you make your way to your shared room. “I had a fight and my quirk took a toll on me.” He responds taking the hoodie from you and draping it over his skin. “Babe-”

“I said no freaking.” Katsuki smirks shaking his finger like a teacher would scold a student. You huff a breath and roll your eyes. “I am okay, I promise dove.” You just walk over to the bed alongside, worry glooms over your body as you roll over on your left side and you curl up in a ball.

You feel the bed on one side press in the mattress, and warm hands wrap around your stomach as you barely have time to react the hands pull you closer, to their chest. “Kat, I swear to god-”

“Y/N, let me just hold you. I needed you, but I didn’t want to sound like a whimp so now I am going to. Let me.” He whispers his voice shaky a little as he gently presses a kiss on the top of your head with a kiss and his chin rests in your hair.

You just smile softly and you listen to him ramble about the villain and all the heroes that didn’t help and saw what happened. Soon after both of you fell asleep. Yours and his snores mix in with one another.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto’s gray and turquoise eyes look at his significant other who runs up to him. He tries to look at his other hero members avoiding you as he knows how you react. He doesn’t like worrying you and it makes him feel terrible.

You wear f/c flats with a f/c sun dress that has prints of butterflies on it. The sun dress is flowy and goes down to your ankles with a little slit that goes up to your knee cap. It has a ruffle like shoulder pattern as you wear it. You have black sunglasses on your head that has a little gold in writing that writes, ‘Gucci’ on it. You have a Gucci bag on your arm as you run up to Shoto, your h/c locks framing your face nicely.

“Sho!” You say, worry in your voice as Shoto’s eyes widen and guilt trembles over him. He fixes himself up quickly before looking at you. Your eyes look into his with tears, your trembling lips, and a panic sets on your face.

Shoto takes it in and he has to refix himself once more going to his normal stoic self, not wanting to worry you. “Sho, what happened?” You ask as you walk over to him and your thumb brushes against his cheek as you smear off all of the dirt that was on his cheek.

“Snowflake, I am okay.” He says putting his hands up and his face falters. “Is he okay?” You ask your neck snapping over to look at Deku who is freaking out with Bakugou. Bakugou and Deku both look at you and their faces fall. In the corner of your e/c eyes you see Shoto take his thumb and make it look like he is slices his neck open before he points at both of the heroes.

You turn around and look at your boyfriend with a raised brow. “Shoto!” You say as you put your hand on your hip. Shoto looks at you and flinches before blinking a little regaining composure. “Y/N I am okay.” He smiles slightly trying to get you off his back.

“No your not!” You argue before looking back at Bakugou and Deku and you ask again, “Tell me, is he okay.” Deku shakes his head no and Bakugou smacks Deku’s head. “What the heck Kacchan!” Deku eyes Bakugou.

“Deku are you trying to get us in deep sh*t?!” Bakugou asks with a serious tone. You look over at Shoto before grabbing his hand and pulling him away from his workers. “Shoto Todoroki! You are going to tell me what happened now!” You look at him as you wait for an answer. Shoto’s eyes look into yours and he searches yours for something as he sighs and rolls up his hero sleeves. “A villain got out of hand and I am like this. Don’t worry, there are very minimal scratches on my body,” he reassures you trying his best.

Sweat drips down his body and he looks like he is shaking in his boots. “Not good enough.” You eye him crossing your arms your Gucci purse still on your arm. “I promise that is all.” He tries once more. You just nod and your hand brushes against one of the open wounds on his cheek. Your touch is gentle and your e/c eyes soften.

You let out a sad breath and Shoto’s hand just places his hand on yours, holding your loving touch on his skin. “I promise I am okay Snowflake. How about this we can talk more about this at home.” You give him your look before nodding your head. “Okay we can.”

With that, you leave and let him continue. Later that night you both talk and cry of course. You surround each other with love and comfort and that is all Shoto could have asked for later on.

Eijiro Kirishima

Eijiro’s breathing is erratic as he bandages up his wounds on his chest. They were gushing out blood and each breath he took it hurt his chest and his body alone. He continues finishing up before throwing his workout clothes on. *I have to cover it up. I don’t want Y/N to worry she already does a lot.* He thinks to himself changing into red basketball short and a white tank top.

His muscles flex and he laughs to himself a little. Eijiro hops in his car and drives to the gym he got a membership at.

~~~~2 hours later~~~~

Sweat is all over Eijiro making his body sticky, and his chest rises and falls quickly. His own mouth agape as he gasps for air. He has airpods in his ears and he walks over to the huge mirror where he poses. It became his thing to take a picture and send it to you so he did. Eijiro poses and his muscles flex in the picture, but one of the bandages comes undone without Eijiro noticing.

The pro sends it to you and your phone goes off. You swipe on your phone and you smile softly at seeing your man-. You pause as worry and fear wash over you, your e/c hues glance over the wound you see in the picture and you shut the lights off before marching down to the gym.

You wear your f/c leggings and a simple white t-shirt with a gold necklace on your neck that says, Eijiro x Y/N on it. Your h/c hair is thrown into a bun as you shove your phone in your pocket of your leggings. You march to the gym and spot Eijiro doing the plank.

Your eyes furrow as you see the pained expression on his face. Your e/c eyes meet his red ones and he jumps up in a motion that causes him to stumble back. “Pebble! What are you doing here?” Eijiro asks you walking to you and scratching the back of his neck nervously. You squint at him and cross your arms.

“So, when were you gonna tell me of those wounds?! Huh?!” You question angrily as you glare at him. Eijiro’s eyes widen and he feels worry take over him. He glances at you and the spot he was doing the plank as he smiles nervously, “Let’s go home and talk.” You nod your head grabbing his arm and the both of yours footsteps patter out of the gym. His earbuds are out of his ears and he fully pays attention to you.

You stay silent as Eijiro smiles nervously, he opens the car door for you and you mutter a “thank you.” Eijiro nods and he gets into the driver’s seat where he drives, backing out and looking back. Just that act alone made his body go into pain, he aims for the You see pain on his face and the blood gushes out of the bandages making your eyes go wide.

“Eijiro, Babe. Stop.” You say softly your expression becomes more sad as fear just consumes you. Eijiro pulls over and he looks out the window hiding his face as you see tears fall on his lap. Your gaze steadies on him and you feel water in your own. His lips part but nothing comes out except a pained, soft, sad, sob.

You stay in the seat of the car not knowing what to do as you lightly touch his wounds and a wince escapes him. He flinches back from your touch and his red, crimson eyes meet your e/c ones. “Pebble I’m sorry.” He says before he reaches out for you and pulls you in his arms. You sit on his lap and he cries into your chest as your own tears fall on to his hair. Gently, you rest your chin on the top of his head and press kisses against it.

Eijiro softly smiles and chuckles as he cries. The blood on the bandages keeps pooling but not in a life-threatening way. You play with his hair and every time you feel his breathing speed up or more winces and sobs that escape him you kiss his forehead. Whispering sweet nothings in his ears or little things like, “It’s okay, Eijiro.” to “Babe, talk to me please.”

That last sentence made him falter and he cries into your neck as his strong arms pull you closer. The two of you grasping each other, pulled off on the side of the road. One strong hero is talking about a villain he couldn’t beat, and the other is listening to his pain.

Denki Kaminari

Denki touches his head with his fingers as he groans in pain. “Dang it. Sparks gonna be mad. I overworked myself, with my quirk. Denki sighs before he puts the key in the lock to unlock his door. Just like that sweat drips from his forehead and his hero clothes feel sticky and so small as he looks at you. His girlfriend in his home preparing a meal. In the kitchen, with your h/c hair clipped back in a f/c clip. Your e/c eyes looking at the Soba you are making.

You softly huff a breath and your apron that is a light green clings to your body as you look up. Your gaze meets Denki’s and you smile at him. “Hey babe!” Denki smiles back and you see his eyes droop slightly. “Denki!” You react running over to him, turning off the stove and you catch him in your arms. You feel his breathing slow against your chest as you stand there. With a man that is heavy as hell, asleep.

Denki’s golden locks of hair frame his face nicely as you move his locks from his face. His golden eyes close but his face is in a pained expression. You lean back as your arms hold his arms and his feet drag against the wood ground. You walk backwards to your guys’s shared bedroom and you open the door gently plopping him on the bed. Once you do so you let out a sigh of relief to know Denki is next to you.

His body jolts in pain and his eyes weakly open as he stutters your name, his golden eyes showing into yours. “Spark… can you help me?”

You nod your head as you kiss him on his lips. His golden eyes have mischievous in them and you roll yours. Your soft and delicate hands pull his hero outfit off him and you pull out his yellow hoodie that has Zap~ written on the back in large black print. Denki sits up wincing in pain and your gaze studies his. “Denki, be careful please.”

"Always am~” Denki manages to say still having that look but his quirk is on the verge of betraying him. Denki lightly pulls on the sleeve of your shirt showing your shoulder.

“Denki-”

“No, no, no, no, no shhhh…” Denki smirks putting his finger against your lips. Your lips part and you bite his finger causing Denki’s eyes to go wide in pain “OWWW! OW!!!!” He yells pulling back from you and you throw him his black sweatpants. “Change.” You demand looking away. Denki does so and each time he lets out a groan of pain along with a wince. “Ow.” He comments on each move he makes.

You do feel worry set in but you just stay silent. Right when Denki is done you lay him on his back in the bed on his side. He mouths off to you but you know how his quirk is affecting him so he can barely think straight. You walk away your foot steps pattering out of yours and his room. You come back with a blue ice pack and set in on his forehead. “Baaabe~,” Denki says once again.

You shake your head and you see his expression falter. His golden locks sprawl onto the pillow and you kiss his lips again before whispering, “I am gonna finish dinner. Tomorrow me and you can talk about this. Along with you overworking yourself.” You softly smile against his lips pressing another warm one against his lips. Denki smirks into it and his hand holds the back of your head as he kisses you more than you wanted.

You playfully smack him away and you laugh, “Pikachu don’t!” You run off finishing up dinner and leaving Denki alone in his own pain. The following morning you did talk, and it was nice to surround him with love and comfort when his quirk goes too high.

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sabababa · 4 years

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They get hit by a quirk that makes them live their greatest fear headcanons

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mirio Togata, Shota Aizawa x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: Angst (Fluff ending), cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of death, vague mentions of PTSD (Bakugou)

Part 2: Hawks

Izuku Midoriya

He’s a nuisance to you

Izuku was running out of the dorms to get to class, but on his way there he bumped into another student

Izuku saw the world go dark, but to the student he froze for a moment with a glazed look in his eyes

The kid mumbled to himself, “oh shit,” and ran off, realizing what he’d done

Izuku’s sight came back, but the world seemed to be stuck in an eternal night

He looked around confused since he thought it was morning, but when he looked in front of him again, you were there with your back turned

“(Y/n)? When did you get here?” He reached a hand out to grab your attention

But when his palm touched your shoulder you recoiled from his touch and walked forward a couple steps, fists at your sides

“Y/n?” He squeaked out, worried that he upset you

“Just shut up!” You spun around with a look of annoyance on your face

“W-what-”

“You’re so goddamn annoying!” You yelled at him

“I-I-” Izuku wanted to defend himself, but he was in such a state of shock from your outburst

“You talk too much, you mumble all the time, you obsess over All Might like he’s some god!” You started to rant as you took threatening steps towards him

He stumbled back when you got close to him, tears welling up in his eyes as you got dangerously close to his face

“And the crying! You’re such a cry baby! It’s so weak- you’re so weak!”

That was all it took as the tears fell down his face as he sobbed from your cruel words

“That’s right! Cry! Because that’s all you know how to do!” You yelled down at him as he fell to the ground on his knees

He was hunched over, sobbing out apologizes, and begging you to stop

“Tch, you’re not even worth it, I don’t wanna date a loser like you.” You crouched and glared down at him

“N-no, please! I-I’ll be better! I-I’ll change!” He wailed and begged as he looked into your cold gaze

“Izuku,” you growled out and placed your hands on his shoulders

You shook him as he continued to cry

“Izuku!”

He closed his eyes at the hateful tone in your voice and bawled. “S-stop! I-I-I’m sorry!” He held his face in his hands

“Izuku!” Your tone changed drastically. It was filled with care and worry

His head jerked up at the change and noticed how bright it was, it was morning again

He brought his tearful gaze to look at you and the expression on your face was different

Your brows were knitted in worry and your eyes were glossy as tears brimmed at the edges from seeing him cry

“Izuku, what happened?” You brought your hands up to his cheeks to wipe away the tears

He hiccuped, still fearful that this was all some trick so you could yell at him again “I-I’m sorry!” he wailed as he tried to pry away from your touch

“Why are you sorry? You haven’t done anything!” You fretted

Izuku’s eyes held confusion in them as he stared at you. “W-what?”

“I came out here and saw you crying on the ground,” You explained

He could feel how different this was and could see how genuinely worried you looked

Izuku sniffled as he rested his hands over yours, finally finding some peace. “I-it was dark and you were there-” he hiccuped once, “a-and you were saying these things about m-me and-and-and-” he cut himself off as he sobbed again at the memory

You brought him in for a tight hug as he cried into your shirt while you rubbed his back soothingly

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t real, and that wasn’t me,” you confirmed and gave him a squeeze

He eventually stopped crying and pulled away to wipe his messy face

Then, he explained in full detail of what happened and got choked up whenever he repeated the awful words you said

You stared at him in worry of why he would have a hallucination like that, did he really think that you would think that of him?

“Do you remember anything before that?” You asked gently as you placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him

“I-I ran into another student,” he explained, “that’s when it started,”

“Maybe it was some type of fear quirk?” You guessed

“M-maybe...” He sniffled one last time before getting up and then offered a hand to help you up

When you both stood, you pulled him in another tight hug and he returned it this time, squeezing you tight

“I’ve never thought those things of you, Izu,” his heart warmed at the nickname. “I love how passionate you are when you speak, I think it’s adorable when you mumble to yourself, and I admire how much you look up to All Might!” You replaced the terrible phrases fake you said with kinder ones, all the while you placed kisses all over his face which brought a smile to it

“I love you, Izu, don’t you ever doubt that.” You ended with a kiss on his lips

Katsuki Bakugou

You stop loving him

Katsuki was heading back to his dorm when some extra bumped into him

His vision went black before he barked at the kid

“Hey, watch it, extra-” He turned to glare at the kid, but saw he wasn’t there, instead it was night which confused the hell out of him

He knew it was late, but didn’t expect it to be dark already

He quickly made his way into the dorm, fearing it was another villain attack

When he walked in he didn’t see anyone lounging in the common room like usual

It was also eerily quiet, which only worsened his fear, but of course he didn’t let it show

He took one last quizzical look around before trudging up the stairs to his room

He sighed as he closed the door, happy to be in a relatively safe area

He made his way to the bathroom to ready himself for bed and when he walked back out he saw you sitting on his bed

“When’d you get in, dumbass?” He said in a normal tone

“We need to talk,” was all you said, your gaze directed to your hands that sat in your lap

“About what?” He chided as he walked over to his closet to change, thinking that whatever it was it wasn’t worth getting upset about

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Katsuki froze as his eyes widened

He watched as you lifted your head to look at him

Your expression was neutral, it held no remorse or sorrow for the words you said

It felt like a golf ball was stuck in his throat as he stared at you, but he managed to growl out, “what the hell do you mean you’re breaking up with me?”

“I don’t wanna be with you anymore.”

“Why the hell not?!” He raised his voice, getting angry now at your lack of explanation. “If you’re gonna break it off, you at least owe me a damn reason!”

“I don’t owe you anything.” You sneered, the first look of emotion you gave him tonight

His aura was threatening as he walked over to tower over you

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why.” He growled lowly, intimidating you, but you look unphased, you just scowled at him

You stood up, making him take a few steps back as you glared at him. “You can’t make me do shit.”

You turned from him to walk out, but he wrapped his arms around your torso and trapped your arms in the embrace as well

“Let me go!” You yelled as you kicked your legs

“NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY, DUMBASS!” He yelled back

He couldn’t believe you were acting this way, he didn’t believe anything you said. Were you putting up an act because someone threatened you? Did the villains threaten your life and his if you didn’t cut yourself off from him?

“BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!”

Katsuki felt a harsh pull on his heart and released you as he fell back onto his rear

You didn’t love him?

You turned on your heels and glared down at him. “I hate you!” You dug the nail in harder. “I hate how you yell! I hate how the only emotion you know is anger! I hate everything about you!”

His lip quivered at hearing those words. He knew he was rougher than most, but you always reassured him that you knew him well enough to see past it

“Y-you don’t mean that,” he tried to sound like he believed those words, but from the way his voice wavered proved otherwise

“I do.” You crossed your arms as you continued to glare down at him. “It’s like you don’t even love me and I‘m tired of it!” You turned away and grabbed the door handle, turning it to open

“NO!” He reached his hand out before roughly slamming his forehead on the ground in a bow. “I’ll change! I promise! I’ll be a better boyfriend!” He begged as tears welled in his eyes. “I’ll stop yelling! I’ll make you food everyday! I’ll start holding your hand on the way to class! I’ll kiss you more! Just please don’t leave me!” He wailed as the tears flowed down his face and onto the floor

“Suki?” You said quietly

He jerked his head up at hearing his nickname, making him hopeful that you believed the promises he made

He noticed your confused expression and mirrored it as he took in how different his surroundings looked

The room had an orange hue to it now and was no longer dark, he turned his head to look out the balcony and saw that the sun was starting to set

He jerked his head back around at feeling your hands against his face, wiping away his tears

“Suki, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You said worriedly, having never seen him cry before

He just stared at you with a stunned expression before more tears fell as he remembered his vows

“Please don’t leave me!” He begged as he gripped your shoulders tight

“Why would I leave you? Did you kill someone? I can help you hide the body,” You jested to ease the tension as you kept wiping away his tears

But his lip still quivered as he stared at you with pleading eyes. The air felt different now, it felt like something changed and he gingerly placed his hands on your cheeks

“Do you still love me?” His voice cracked

You stared at him with concern before giving him a firm look. “Of course I love you, I never stopped!”

He let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into his lap for a tight hug

He surmised in his head that everything he saw was fake and the (Y/n) in front of him was the real you

His heart slowed down and he felt calm finally as he let out another sigh

“So, what was that about?” You asked, tilting your head up at him

“I’ll tell you later, I just wanna hold you right now,” he pressed his cheek against the top of your head and gave you a firm squeeze

A few moments of silence went by before you spoke again

“Will you really make me food everyday?” You teased

“Tch,” he scoffed at your question, but remained in the same position, only holding you tighter. “Of course I will, dumbass.”

Mirio Togata

He couldn’t save you

Mirio had a smile on his face as he walked down the hallway to meet you at your class

But as he turned a corner, someone bumped into him

He froze for a second as his mind went blank before finally speaking

“Oops, sorry, I should watch where I’m going,” he laughed, but then realized no one was there

And then looked around more to see all the students had disappeared

The lights were out too, so the setting was dark and creepy to him

His first thought was to go check on you to see if you were safe, but felt himself be held back

He turned his head around to find the culprit and saw Overhaul gripping his arm

Mirio’s blood ran cold at seeing the villain was loose

He threw a punch at him and he fell back onto the floor

Mirio took this chance to run before being stopped again by another Overhaul in front of him, his hands pushed against his chest to stop him from continuing forward

Mirio pushed him back and he fell to the floor too like the other

He turned around to take a different direction to your class before he saw your body laying in the middle of the hallway

With blood around it

You were facing away from him, so he couldn’t see your face, but he noticed you weren’t breathing

His heartrate sped up at the possibility of you being dead and as he took a single step forward, Overhaul morphed from a shadow to hover over your form

Mirio didn’t know how he was doing all this, but all he could think about was saving you

He ran at the villain as he shouted. “You bastard!”

He punched him once again and he flew across the hall lying on the floor like the other one

Mirio knelt beside your form and gingerly picked you up

Tears welled in his eyes as he saw how lifeless your eyes were, a trail of blood left your lips

Your body was cold against his warm hands and he hated it

He wasn’t thinking rationally as he held you close to warm you back up

“Y/n...” He croaked out, the tears falling down his face now

“Y-you can’t be dead.” His shoulders shook as he held your head against his neck. “You can’t be dead!” He shouted

His eyes closed as he cried into your neck while he squished your body against him

“I failed,” he sobbed. “I couldn’t save you.”

“Mirio...” he heard your voice speak against his ear

“(Y/n)!” He gasped in shock and opened his eyes

He quickly noticed how your body disappeared and it was bright again

Mirio looked up and saw you crouched in front of him with your hands on his shoulders, a concerned look on your face. “Miri, are you okay?”

He let out a broken sob as he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you into him. “You’re alive!” He wailed

“Of course, I am, it was just some quirk, none of it was real!” You explained and hugged him back

Mirio looked around the hallway, trying to find the multiple Overhauls, but instead saw students circling around him, they had scared looks on their faces and he noticed a student being helped up from the ground with blood coming out of his nose. Another student had a bruise forming on his face

“D-did I do that?” He stuttered out as he pulled back to look at you

“I just got here, but from what everyone’s telling me, yeah,” You answered

“Oh,” he looked down. “Sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize, it was some weird fear quirk, you were just seeing things,” You pulled away from him to help him up. “Let’s just go back to your dorm, we can cuddle and talk about it if you want,”

You wrapped an arm around his and rested your other hand against his forearm, leaning into him reassuringly

He sniffled one last time and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that,” he leaned over and kissed you deeply

Shota Aizawa

You’re cheating on him

Aizawa struggled with the door knob as he jammed the keys inside, wanting to just fall onto your lap and sleep

He had bumped into someone on his way home and the mood around him shifted

Everything felt darker than usual, especially with it already being night

He pushed open the door finally and stumbled when his foot caught on something

It was a boot

Not one of his

And not one of yours

He looked closer and saw a similar boot nearby and then noticed clothes strewn across the floor that led to the bedroom

He recognized a few items as yours, but the other stuff didn’t look like anything you’d wear, they looked too big for you

Aizawa felt a heavy pit in the bottom of his stomach, he felt sick as he thought more on the extra clothes

It clicked in his head that you were cheating on him

He felt rage as he slammed the door shut, the noise surely woke you and your side piece

He stomped his way to your bedroom and swung the door open

He only saw you lying in bed, but more clothes were every where, and none of them were his

A pain surged through his heart seeing these foreign clothes

“Shota?” He heard your voice from your shared bed

Your head rose and you gave him a tired look

The anger he felt washed away once he saw you. No matter how angry he got he could never be mad at you

“Why’d you do it?” His hair covered his eyes

“What?” You said groggily, still trying to process waking up

“Am I not enough?” He asked

“What’re you talking about?” You sat up more more as you stared at him, the blanket fell slightly, and he saw that you weren’t wearing a top

His lip twitched in annoyance. “Could you not act like I don’t see the clothes everywhere?”

“Can’t believe the dumbass left his clothes,” you chided, mostly to yourself as you tried to keep the blanket up to cover your top half

Okay, now it really hurt that you acknowledged it

His hands balled into fists at his sides as he glared at the floor

“Why?” he walked closer to you

“You’re never here,” You answered and scowled at the wall in front of you as you leaned against the headboard, crossing your arms

Now that he was closer, he saw the hickies that littered your neck and collarbone

Another pain flashed in his heart at seeing someone else had marked you

“You knew what my schedule was like before we dated,” he gritted his teeth. “You said you didn’t care, as long as I came home to you.”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind, I have a right to do that,” You grumbled back, still not looking at him

“So, you don’t want to be with me anymore?” He finally asked

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.” You confirmed

Aizawa fell to his knees in defeat

Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared blankly at the floor

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked slightly

“Shota?” You questioned in a light and airy tone, a tone you used often with him to put him at ease

He lifted his head to look at you and saw you standing above him

You were wearing pajamas, the love bites on your neck were gone, and you had a look of concern on your face

He felt the air change again, he could breath easier now, he noticed, and seeing you in clothes and unmarked brought some hope to him that you were still his

He also noticed that all the clothes disappeared, the floor was clean

“Shota?” You spoke again and sat in front of him, holding his hands. “Can you hear me?”

He stared at you confused. “Of course I can hear you,”

You let out a sigh of relief and tackled him in a hug, causing both of you to fall over

“I was so worried! I kept talking to you, but it’s like you were having some one-sided conversation!” You hugged him tight and pressed your face into his neck

“So none of that happened?” He said aloud

What happened? What did you see?” You raised your head to look down at him

“I thought you were cheating on me,” he said and brushed his hand near your neck. “You had hickies all over you.”

“I would never cheat on you!” You shook him slightly as you were insulted at the thought

“I know, I know,” he put his hand over yours to reassure you. “I know you wouldn’t, I just have doubts about myself sometimes and I feel like you have them too.”

“Never!” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his lips to which he gladly returned. “I love you, Shota, and I don’t care about your schedule,” you wrapped your arms around him again, “just keep coming home to me.”

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— their wedding day with you.

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- you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach.

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

- The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

- (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

- coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

- mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

- The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

- kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you”

- bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

- shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

- to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

- he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

- the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

- you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

- whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

- As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face.

- All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

- A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

- He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

- You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

- You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along. you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

- “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding.

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding.

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

- string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo.

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie.

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

- izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside.

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow.

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes.

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

- “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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liliesoftherain · 3 years

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My Everlasting Alstroemeria

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader; Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst?

Summary: Part 2 of Alstroemeria

A/N: Hi y’all, here's part 2!! Bakugou’s Pov. Let me know if you want a Deku pov????

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“Say hello dear; this is Lady (l/n) and her lovely daughter, Miss (y/n) (l/n).”

Katsuki stands there as The Lady bows gracefully with her daughter following suit, so he straightens and greets them as he’s been taught to.

The Lady smiles, turning to his mother, and converses about something he has already tuned out. He stares at you, all properly cleaned and groomed--he wants to roll his eyes. He hasn’t encountered many girls his age before, but he knows they were all too, too girly.

“Katsuki, why don’t you show Miss (l/n) around the gardens outside? I am sure she will appreciate the sights,” His mother gently shoves him closer to where you stood, grinning triumphantly and looking at your mother with a wink. “Now, friend, we have an entire tray of biscuits calling our name--shall we?”

The adults walk off to the parlor, and Katsuki knows they’ll have a perfect view of the gardens from there. Just great, he has to continue to pretend to be nice.

He saunters away, yet doesn’t make it more than three steps as he realizes you still haven’t moved. How bothersome.

“Are you coming, or not?”

“Oh, um, of course!”

Katsuki actually rolls his eyes this time, all while struggling to keep his hands from entering his pockets--he can still feel the welts of his mother’s fan as she reminded him of how improper he acted. You keep quiet, and he supposes it’s better than you talking his ear off like the other boys from his school.

The garden was nothing new to him, the same flowers and exotic plants, perfectly trimmed and on display. The marble fountain in the center of it all was always a fan favorite--even if he could care less about the structure.

Despite his feelings, he noticed that your wide eyes have settled upon it so he brings you close enough to view the detailed carvings along the sides.

“It’s beautiful!”

“I suppose.”

He huffs, sitting on the ledge as you continue to admire it. The longer you stare, the more aggravated he grows, and he can’t help as he stands to shout for your attention.

“Hey! It’s just a fountain--Woah!”

Katsuki wasn’t expecting you to be leaning down to touch the water so close to where he was, so the moment he stands and turns he ends up bumping into you--sending you straight into the water.

The fountain isn’t deep, so you sit up without a struggle, but you are soaked. Your hair is ruined, and you spit water from your mouth. Rubbing your eyes of stray droplets, Katsuki winces at the fact you will start to cry at any moment--as well as the hits he’ll receive later, although he tries not to think about it.

“I, what were you, are you okay? Why were you so close to me?”

He grabs you by the arms and tries to pull you out, sending nervous glances to the large windows to his left. He can tell you’re still processing what happened; you’re rapidly blinking and proving to be of little help as Katsuki drags you out and plops you to sit on the edge--much to his annoyance.

When your (e/c) eyes bore into his own, he knows this is it; this is the moment where you’ll start to throw a fit, and he’ll never hear the end of it.

“Don’t cry, for the love of--”

Instead of tears, he is granted with laughter that thoroughly confuses him--why were you laughing? You chortle loudly, gripping the sides of your stomach and leaning forward. Katsuki doesn’t know whether he should steady you or step back, so he just stays still, watching as your body shakes and shivers from the breeze--yet you still laugh.

“What, just what is so funny?” Exasperation tugs his lips downward, and you struggle to contain yourself.

“Sorry. I just can’t help it--I, I fell into a fountain! Mother is going to be furious.”

You stand, and Katsuki jumps back to avoid getting wet; your skirts are weighed down by the water, and it falls to the ground around your shoes. Although, it doesn’t matter much, seeing as your shoes are also soaked straight through. His eyes narrow and his mouth twists in amusement, he struggles to contain his own laughter at the full sight of you.

“You look like a wet cat.”

“I feel like a wet cat.”

“You aren’t going to cry, are you?”

“Cry?” You tilt your head in confusion, grasping the ends of your dress to ring out as much water as you could. “Why would I cry?”

“Because, um, well, because you fell?”

“So?”

“So now your dress is ruined. Don’t you girls care about stuff like that?”

“It will dry, won’t it?” You shrug, grinning brightly up at him. “Besides, these dresses are pretty itchy.”

Huh. You were strange--especially for a girl.

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“Katsu!”

He turns at the sound of your voice, watching as you hike your skirts up and run towards him. He faintly hears your mother yelling at you to behave, to act more proper, but you pay no heed as you continue on. You’re out of breath by the time you reach him, yet you’re still grinning wide, with a missing tooth on display.

“You’re not supposed to run like that--you act like such a boy sometimes.”

He has to look away as you puff your cheeks in protest, smoothing your dress down as if it would help. You were awfully annoying.

“How mean of you Katsu, I came for you to be nice and play with me, not for you to be grumpy.”

“I am not grumpy!”

“You are too!”

Katsuki huffs, flicking your forehead before running further off into the woodland behind the manor. The yelp of aggravation causes him to laugh, and he turns back to see you chasing after him--the bottom of your dress collecting dust and you weren’t upset about it.

Good, he didn’t want to be friends with a girl who was fussy and cry-babyish after all.

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“Katsu!”

He holds in a sigh, seeing the table you have set before you--the same table you have been decorating differently for the last week in fact. Why did you have to do this anyway? What was the point of setting a table--didn’t the maids do that? Who cares what it looks like, it was just for gossiping ladies wasn’t it?

He spots another occupant and the table, and this time he cannot hold in his sigh of annoyance. Of course, Izuku had to be here, the little wimp never knew how to say no to you.

“Katsu, come sit and enjoy some tea!”

Your smile was small--formal--and Katsuki found the sight rather gross. Still, he sat down. Not because you asked him to, he was just tired after having to come all the way to your home. That was all.

“Good to see you, Katsuki!” Izuku waves shyly.

“I would say likewise, but it would not be gentlemanly of me to be dishonest.”

“Behave.”

He rolls his eyes at your input, leaning back in the chair as you come close and pour him a cup of tea. He observes your side profile, the way your brows--that used to be furrow in concentration as you struggled not to spill a drop--now stay smooth and worry-free. You’re graceful and poised, something he wasn’t used to. You catch him looking through the corner of your eye, and you smile sweetly at him. He quickly huffs, looking away annoyed.

Girls were so weird--you were so weird.

Katsuki watches as you gracefully take your place in the chair across from him, conversing in idle chatter with Izuku about who knows what. You sat straight, arms perfectly crossed over your lap, with a flawlessly pressed gown, and not a hair out of place.

“I just feel as if something is missing from the décor, don’t you agree?”

“I believe it is lovely, (y/n).”

“Well, thank you Izu, but I really believe there is just, just something that I need to add.”

You sigh, face screwing up as you ponder, and Katsuki acknowledges that he prefers your face this way. Less put together, more you. It’s easier to make fun of that way, of course.

“Your face will be stuck if you continue looking in such an ugly manner.”

“Oh hush you fiend, I do not need beauty tips from someone whose frown lines are more prominent than his fathers.”

Katsuki exhales quickly, amused at your quick wit.

Time passes and they leave you, Katsuki sending Izuku off with a warning of his victory at the next fencing match. Yet before he can fully leave your tea room, he glances back and watches as you continue to fret over whatever it could be you need for your final table piece. He turns away before you notice, heading home, and finds himself in his own mother’s parlor.

Her spread is just about the same as any other boring table, and yet set in the center was a large bouquet of her favorite flowers. Petals decorated around the tins and plates that would have held the food. Scoffing in distaste he leaves for his room, muttering how boring and stupid tea parties were and how he would never understand.

On his walk home after school the next day, he takes a long way home through a field of flora. He didn’t want to go home right away, that was all, and this was the longest route he knew. It wasn’t his fault it was full of flowers, and it certainly wasn’t his fault as he spotted a vibrant shrub of sunset-colored ones that he just had to pick.

Once inside his home, he mentally cursed as the first person to notice him was no one other than his mother.

“Katsuki, what are those?”

“Flowers mother, of course.”

His tone didn’t go unnoticed, and Lady Bakugou clicked her tongue at his words.

“For whom are your, of-course-flowers, to go to?”

“No one. I simply wanted them.”

“You simply wanted an alstroemeria--a romance flower?”

“I just wanted them; I do not care what they are.”

“...What an insufferable child.” She dismissed him with a wave.

He holds his tongue, rushing up the stairs and away from her scrutinizing eyes. A breath of relief stops short as she speaks up once more, a teasing tilt to her voice.

“Would you tell Miss (l/n) I say hello whenever you present her your gift? It has been too long.”

Why were all the women in his life so aggravating?

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“Katsuki, can you please try to act as if you are entertained?”

“This is the fourth dance today, (y/n), I cannot be any less than indifferent now.”

You both circle each other, the music from the pianist floods the ballroom and he can tell you were counting in your head along to the beat. He brings you back into his arms, and you stare into his eyes, your own swirling with emotion. Katsuki pulls his gaze away, choosing to look around instead; pride puffs his chest as he sees multiple alstroemerias decorating the room.

“Oh, of course! You must be exhausted--do you want to stop?”

He’s drawn back to your face, and he curses how he is unable to stop sneaking peeks at your pouted lips. He wants to say yes; he wants to tell you how his feet ache, how since he had barely gotten home from his small business trip with his father a mere few hours ago he wants nothing more than to sleep.

“No. Now continue before I change my mind.”

The smile that stretches across your face is absolutely radiant, and the laugh bubbles from your lips causes his stomach to twist in ways that he cannot explain.

You really are a strange and aggravating girl--one he can’t appear to say no to.

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“Oh Katsuki, it is adorable!”

He watches as you trace a finger along the broaches front, your once sullen mood has now gone at the sight. When he first arrived he didn’t understand why you looked to be so upset, but the moment you realized it was him you had perked up.

A part of him wishes to believe you were happy for his return, and not just the idea of presents.

The broach pin he had gotten was something he felt as if he needed to have for you; obtaining it on another one of his trips, this one lasting far longer than most. He went away the entire summer, staying in one of his father’s estates in another area he possesses, for educational purposes. As a future Duke, he was constantly thrown around to learn lands, trade, and the people of surrounding areas--especially of the land he will one day inherit. It was rather taxing, boring, and dare he say lonely.

Katsuki would never admit it out loud, but your presence was quite missed.

“Of course it is, my taste is impeccable after all.”

“Yes, the only man who would see the beauty in a woman’s broach.” You laugh at your own taunt, and Katsuki clicks his tongue as he pretends to try and snatch it back.

“I will just keep this then if I am the only one who sees such beauty.”

“No, I am merely jesting! Please, I love it.”

You bring it close to your chest, holding it carefully as if it were the most precious thing you owned, and his heartbeat quickened. He knew that wasn’t true--you may not have been as high in social status as he was, but being the daughter of a Viscount meant you still had luxury in life. As well as being the only daughter of your line meant you were pampered, downright spoiled, and yet you were anything but a pompous brat; you were wonderful, kind, caring, and too sweet for your own good.

“I really do love it Katsuki. Thank you. I’ll wear it always, it looks just like my favorite flower! My everlasting alstroemeria.”

Maybe you were too sweet for his own good.

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“What are you two doing here?”

Katsuki stands beside Izuku as they both find you in the drawing-room, accompanied by your mother. You both stand and bow, and he and Izuku dismiss the gesture--they are both too familiar to want to be treated with such formalities behind closed doors. Your mother allows the boys to take her spot, and she moves to the other side of the room to grant some privacy.

“Well, we are all to be busy this season--you especially of course.” Izuku starts, soft eyes not going unnoticed by Katsuki.

He does all he can to not push him away from your side.

“We came here to wish you luck, you are sure to need it with all this prepping you must endure.” Katsuki sighs, leaning back tiredly as if it was him to be affected.

Your laugh lights a fire within him, and he can’t remember when it had switched from an annoyance to being angelic music.

“You both are too kind--I shall survive, hopefully.”

You fall into easy conversation, and Katsuki remains reserved to observe.

You’ve grown throughout the years, no longer were you the wild child who would ambush him with sticks in the grove behind his home. No longer were you the young girl who would step on his toes purposely when he would verbally complain. No, now you were a bewitching young woman, one with an enticing face, enthralling wit, and a beauty like no other.

If you weren’t the top choice for the season, he would be surprised--no doubt would the rest of the male occupants; it was something he was dreading. The chance to court you would be more difficult with the more callers you had and while he didn’t want to use his status as a flaunting point, he would hope it would keep others at bay until he could propose.

However, no one was as big of a threat as the green-eyed dimwit he called a friend. Katsuki was no fool, he knew Izuku cared for you just as much as he did. How could they not become so enchanted with you?

You were perfect.

“I am not looking forward to all the dancing, it is different than dancing at home with one of you.”

“Well, you must promise to save a dance for me then.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow, attention focused on him. That’s what he liked to see.

“Yes, you must. I have been subjected to your torture for years now--I have to see if you can hold your composure while under that type of pressure.”

You snort, an extremely unladylike mannerism that he held endearment for, and roll your eyes at his taunts.

“Well then it is a promise, I shall always make sure to save you a dance,” you turn from him to the other and the illusion of being alone with you vanishes, “the both of you.”

Yes, if there was one person he’d have to watch for, it was going to be Izuku.

-----

“My Lord, this is my daughter, Miss Tokage.”

Katsuki merely greets her respectfully, not fully present in the conversation as he waits for your arrival.

When you do arrive, it is like time had stood still--no one else’s presence mattered except yours. You were ethereal; your seamstress having outdone herself as you wore a gown that did nothing but accentuate all the right traits. Your makeup--while you never needed it--brought out the color of your eyes and the temptations of your lips. Your hair was adorned with alstroemerias of the same beautiful sunset gold as he had brought to you all those years ago, and the urge to propose to you then and there was extremely difficult to hold back.

As his feet began to move toward you, a body blocked the way.

“My Lord, my dances for tonight are free--if you wish to occupy them, that is.”

His eyes flicker back to you, seeing you hanging off your mother’s arm as another suitor reaches you first. As long as it wasn’t Izuku…

He catches his mothers gaze, and she too looks as if she wants for him to turn the girl away. Yet she offers a half-heartfelt smile, and he feels his resolve crumble. That's right, Miss. Tokage was a very prestigious daughter, and it would be a good match. But that's not what he wanted--he wanted you.

He swallows down a sigh, accepting her offer as he writes his name on the first dance and pulls her onto the floor. Dancing with her is much different than with you; she's not the right height, she feels all too wrong in his arms, and the little conversation there is, is dull. Sure, he is probably the cause of that, as he merely offers polite responses and nothing more. He searches for you again, and finds you standing off to the side--the one and only Izuku standing next to you.

The song ends, and Katsuki means to take his leave to head to you but this girl follows him, and he tries to explain as peacefully as he can that he is no longer interested before he gives up and makes his leave anyways.

Katsuki searches the dance floor and sees how Izuku twists you effortlessly, and his anger begins to rise. You both are laughing, as always, and yet Katsuki knew it was different than before. This time, it meant so much more than playful banter between childhood friends.

Without another thought, he pushes himself in your direction with a simple,

“Pardon--”

Your wide eyes fall upon him and his heart stutters.

“Miss (l/n), a dance? A real dance, anyways. Seeing as the ever graceful Izuku may as well have two left feet.”

“Oh, most amusing, Katsuki.”

When you look away, his smirk loses its humor and grows tighter; Izuku’s eyes darken in return. His arm tightens around you, and Katsuki has to bite his tongue lest he say something he’d regret.

When you take his outstretched hand, he calms; you’re the only one who could soothe his soul with something as simple as your touch. He spins you round, before pulling you close--this is what he needed. You fit perfectly into his arms, there was no way anyone could ever replace you.

“How are you this evening, (y/n)?”

“Very well, My Lord.”

Katsuki doesn’t know what to make of your neutral face--normally at these events you joke and tease him, talking the night away, uncaring of the scrutinizing eyes of the guests. Now, it was as if you were truly strangers, speaking formally as any other person would.

After a bit more coaxing, you relax, and even let out an adorable snigger--he bites his lip to hold back a smile. There was the girl he loved.

“May I say, your hair looks lovely tonight--alstroemerias again? It suits you.”

He spins you, slightly longer than before just so he could control his flaming cheeks, and holds you closer when you spin back. All of his life he never understood why he cared for you so much; you were some strange girl his mother had made him escort around until you were so much more.

He yearned for your quips and teases, he ached for your time and presence, he so desperately desired to spend every moment by your side. You understood him like no other, conversations with you were never dull, always full of life and warm--and he longed to converse with you until he grew old and unable.

To him you were his path to true happiness, and Katsuki wanted nothing more than to be truly happy. Yet, your happiness mattered more; Katsuki would do anything to ensure it.

He bowed when the dance finished, and his eyes looked up and locked onto green. Izuku stood off in the crowd, bottom lip caught between teeth before his attention flickered elsewhere. Maybe this was the opportunity he needed to take, to propose here before anyone else could. But fear kept his mouth from moving, what if you were to say no? What if you never spoke to him again? He could let you go if he had to, but did he really have the strength to never be able to be near you again?

“Thank you for the dance, My Lord. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.”

Confusion tore him from his thoughts, words caught in his throat as he watched you hastily walk away. Your tone was sharp, words final as you disappeared in the crowd.

When his eyes flickered to where Izuku once stood, he found that he too was nowhere to be seen.

-----

Katsuki Bakugou has never felt quite this hurt before; the feeling of his heart clenching in pain is something entirely new to him. His body is numb, his hands shake, and the feeling of drowning makes it difficult to breathe.

He is stuck in place, watching as another puts a flower behind your ear and brings your hand up to his lips. He cannot move as you grow shy, basking in the presence of another man's soft gaze.

“Izuku…”

“If the Lady is willing to accept, may I be so bold as to call upon her tomorrow?”

“Of course, My Lord.”

That punch to the gut is what it takes for him to come back down to reality, and he quickly turns on his heel and leaves. He aches in silence, leaving the ballroom without any goodbyes, blowing right past the juniper maiden who just couldn’t take the hint.

None of that was important, he was too focused on his need for a breath as his chest constricts with the lack of oxygen. His gasps ring out into the empty night and he’s forced to learn against a marble pillar lest he falls.

To be reduced to such a pathetic state angered him, but it was nothing compared to the anger he felt at his so-called childhood friend.

The anger soon melted into even more pain, and Katsuki clenched his jaw at the way his throat constricted. He knew from the beginning he hadn’t much of a chance, he knew Izuku would be his biggest competition, and yet, there wasn’t one at all. If Izuku won your hear--who was he to argue that?

And so, he knew that nothing will ever be as good as it once was, as you were, nothing will be worth all his effort like you were, no one will ever come close to you.

But if you were happy, he could pretend to be.

For you, his everlasting alstroemeria.

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tamakissimp · 3 years

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headcanon- secret santa

summary: they’re their crush’s secret Santa

characters: Izuku, Shoto, Iida, Shinso, Dabi

warnings: cursing

request: @awkwardteengirl505 hey hun! sorry to be a pain but can you do a secret Santa part 2 please? with the rest of the gang like izu, sho,dabi ect. also hope your having a fabulous day :D

a/n: thank you! I hope you have a good day too! and yes, I was already kinda planning on doing these headcanons for more characters so thank you for requesting!🥰

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟡𝟡

Izuku bits his tongue to keep his giggles down. He didn't even need to fully read your name, he could recognize your handwriting anywhere. Heat flushes through his cheeks as his mind goes wild with ideas for potential gifts.

"Who'd you get 'Zuki?" you suddenly ask. His heart skips a beat at the nickname. He quickly stuffs the piece of paper into his pocket and looks in your eyes. A mistake, on his part, since he immediately looks down to the ground after.

"No one!" he says a little too quickly. You hold your hands up in the air and take a step away from him. Izuku curses at himself for his response. "I mean, i-it's a secret! A t-total secret s-so I can't t-tell you.".

You nod at his words before flashing him a smile. "Okay, okay. Then I'm not telling you either,' you say as you shoot him a wink. You turn away from him when Ochako taps on your shoulder. She happily shows you her note before you show her yours.

Izuku stars at your interaction with your mutual friend. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees how happy you get. You whisper in Ochaka's ear so that none of the others can hear you. God, he needs to make this gift perfect.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Izuku unwraps his gift with shaky fingers. He carefully pulls the black ribbon off the box before moving into the green wrapping paper. Out from under the paper, a box appears. Simple doodles decorate the sides. He recognizes some of them. They're the same doodles you always draw on your notes.

The drawings range from hearts to flowers to little face. A blush washes through his cheeks. He quickly lifts the lid of the box. A sweater lays waiting for him. He quickly grabs it out the box. He runs the soft material between his fingers.

Izuku looks up at you. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips. Yep, that makes it official. This sweater is the only thing he is going to wear for the next week.

"T-Thank you so much!" he says as he gives you a little bow. You nudge his side while shaking your head.

"Stop with those formalities," you say before pulling him in for a hug. Izuku remains frozen as you hug him. He memorizes the feeling of your body presses against his. He bites his tongue to stop a whine from spilling out as you pull away.

"Now, I think it's your turn if I'm correct," Shoto says. You nod at the half-and-half boy as you reach towards the gift bag with your name on it. It's small, smaller than the others.

Izuku's body runs cold as he watches you unpack his gift. Insecurity clouds his brain. Compared to your gift, his is trash. Maybe he shouldn't have taken Iida's advice.

A gasp leaves your lift as you read over the words written on the slip of paper stuffed in the gift bag. "A...date?" you ask before looking over at Izuku. His cheeks as he looks over at his 'gift'.

Coupon good for one date

Fuck. He should have thought of something else. Why would you want to go on a date with him? Facing rejection in front of his friends will be the worse thing to ever happen to him-

"I thought you'd never ask," you say. Wait, what? Izuku's head whips up to look at you. That same goofy smile from earlier is displayed on his lips. His heart fills up with the heat.

"Really-" he says. You cut him off but moving forwards, cupping his face and planting your lips on his. Izuku stiffens for a second before melting into the kiss. It's brief, but it's all he could ever wish for.

You pull away only to be welcomed from various comments and wolf whistles from your friends.

"I thought you two would never confess," Shoto says. You finally look away from Izuku to stare at the 'coupon' once again. Izuku laughs a little as Iida gives him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. O God, is he thankful that he's your secret Santa.

𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟜𝟘

Christmas is new to him. His parents were to busy abusing raising their kids to bother with holidays. All he knew about Christmas comes from the few Hallmark movies he saw. So when Izuku told him that the whole, so-called, Deku-squad were going to do secret Santa it took a lot of explaining. You took the role of guiding Shoto through it.

"Just, grab a note," you say as you point to the bowl sitting in front is Shoto. He nods before reaching into the bowl and grabbing a note. He looks at you again. "Open it up! See who you got.".

Shoto folds the note open. His eyes widen as he sees your name scribbled on the note. He quickly folds it closed again. "And?" you ask. "Why'd you get?".

"It's a secret, isn't it?" Shoto says. You laugh at him. You expected Iida to stick to the rules, not Shoto.

"That's true," you say. "It's a bummer though. I got Izuku.".

Shoto nods at that. Some part of him is disappointed that you aren't his secret Santa. He would even dare to say that he's jealous of Izuku. Though he pushes those thoughts back down quickly. He has no reason to be jealous, right?

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

'Y-Y/n, it's your t-turn!" Izuku says. You smile at him and grab the bag with your name on it. Izuku's attention is immediately turned back on the various amounts of Allmight merchandise you got him.

You look over your group of friends before looking back at the gift bag. You quickly grab every gift out of the bag. From the looks, if it, your secret Santa went above the budget. Way above the budget.

A simple chain necklace, a new Christmas sweater, a gift card for your favourite store. You quickly realized who your secret Santa was. Only one person had enough money to pull this off. You were certain when you pulled a new phone case out of the gift bag. It has a photo of you and Shoto printed on the back off it.

Once all the gifts are stalled out around you, you turn to your friend. "Shoto, you shouldn't have," you say before pulling him in a for a hug.

Shoto awkwardly wraps his arms around your shoulders. A smile tugs on his lips as he feels you nuzzle into his neck. You pull away again to glance at the gifts.

"I can't accept all of these," you say. Shoto quickly shakes his head.

"From my understanding, secret Santa's were supposed to give each other gifts, correct?" Shoto asks. You nod at his words. "Then please, do accept them.".

You sigh. You could see that there was a meaning behind every gift. A shirt that Shoto already owned, so that you match now. A teddy bear, that is similar to one he once won for you at a fare. A box of chocolates from the brand you both enjoy.

You nod before mentioning towards Iida to grab his gift. He happily reaches towards the pile laying in front of you all.

"I'll accept them if..." you say. "If you let me pay you back. Let me take you out for food tonight.".

Shoto's cheeks flush at the idea of you two going to a restaurant. Could this be? Maybe...

"Are you asking me out on a date?" he asks. A nervous smile spreads over your lips.

"If I am, would you say yes?" you ask. Shoto nods. You happily smile before giving his arm a light squeeze. Shoto's eyes widen at the action but he can't deny the butterflies swarming up because of it.

"Then consider it a date!" you say. Shoto nods before looking away from you and towards Iida, who's now unpacking his gifts. God, never had he guessed that Christmas could be this much fun.

𝕚𝕚𝕕𝕒

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟝𝟙

Secret Santa was just another opportunity for Iida to prove that he was a class president. He made it his personal mission to get his secret Santa the best gifts money could get.

He is busy hyping himself up as he reaches into the bowl to grab a note. He unfolds it. Y/n. Fuck. Ass. Shit. Fucking fuck. Panic washes through his body.

"Iida!" you say. The panic that was building up in him melts the moment he hears your voice. He turns towards you with a smile on his lips. You run over to him with a goofy smile on your lips.

Once you reach him, you tap him a couple of times on his arm. "Do you want to go gift shopping with me? Please?" you ask. He can't say no to you. Not when you give him those big, puppy-dog eyes paired with that goofy grin.

Iida quickly nods. "Yes! Of course," he says. "I'll take you shopping. That's what a good friend does!".

"Great! How about tomorrow at four?" you ask. Iida nods. You smile at him one last time before running off to talk to god knows who. Iida remains in his spot, relishing the warmth flowing through his heart. He is thankful that his mind is still clouded by a loving fog. If not, he would be freaking out on how he's going to hide that fact that he's your secret Santa.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Iida's normally calm composure is now failing on him. To him, it feels like you're unpacking your gift at an agonizingly slow pace. While in reality, you're tearing through the baby blue wrapping paper at rapid speed.

His fists clench and unclench as he tries to keep his nerves at bay. When you have finally thorn away all the wrapping paper, a smile spreads over your lips.

You proudly hold your gift in your hands. A little basket filled with snacks, a new mug and a book from your favourite author. Along with a letter situated in a pretty green envelope.

"This is so sweet!" you say. With that, Iida's body relaxes. A cocky smile spreads over his lips. "Who's my secret Santa?".

With that, Iida lifts his hand. You carefully place the basket on the ground beside you before crawling over to Iida and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you," you whisper into his shoulder.

Iida's smile grows at your hug. His nerves are on fire and his senses are tingling. His happily wraps his arms around you. You pull away from him - way too quickly for Iida - and look him in the eyes.

"What's in the envelope?" you asks. Iida's cheeks grow red at the question.

"Um-N-Nothing!" he quickly says. "Just open it when you're by yourself, okay?". You nod at him before crawling back to your original space, wondering what could be in that envelope.

✨bonus✨

You clutch the small basket to your chest as you take quick steps towards your dorm. You pull the door open and rapidly throw it shut behind you. You gently place the basket onto your bed before gabbing the envelope out of it.

The light green colour suprised you. Blue would have suited Iida better but it's pretty none the less. You quickly open it before snatching the letter out of it. You gently fold it open before reading it.

You're way too excited to read the whole thing. You opt for scanning the text quickly instead. I trust you. Well, that's good. Trust is essential in friendship. I hope you won't treat me differently. Wait, what? I like you.

Oh, crap. Meet me tonight at my dorm have feelings for me as well. If not, we'll pretend I never confessed.

You throw the letter down onto your bed and run over to Iida's dorm. If Aizawa would have seen how fast you ran, he would have been proud.

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟟𝟘𝟠

To say that he was surprised when you invited him for secret Santa, was an understatement. Most of the school feared him, though you never did. You opened him with wide arms and showed him what it's like to be treated like a normal person.

Shinso ignores the hateful glares thrown his way. The only thing he's paying attention to is the way you pull him towards the bowl that Kirishima is holding.

"Y/n!" the redhead says. You greet him as well. "Oh, you brought Shinso.". For a moment, a prepares himself for another hateful comment thrown his way. "You're in general studies, right?". Oh, that wasn't so bad.

Shinso nods at Kirishima. A smile spreads over the redhead's lips. "Cool! I heard that your quirk is super manly!"

Shinso looks over at you with confused eyes. "Hell yeah," you say before reaching into the bowl and grabbing a note. "Hitoshi's quirk is badass.".

A smile spreads over Shinso's lips before grabs a note as well. "You're unbreakable, right?" he asks. Kirishima proudly smiles at him while humming in agreement. "That's...cool,".

"And manly," you add. Kirishima chuckles at you before excusing himself to continue handing out notes. You turn back towards Shinso.

"Let's see who we got!" you say. Shinso nods before folding his note open. Y/n. Thank fucking god. He would have died is he had someone else, let alone a big-mouthed little shit like Bakugou.

He looks over to you. The moment you've read the name on the note, you quickly close it again. A bright smile falls on your lips as stupid giggles follow suit.

"Did you get me?" Shinso asks. He means it teasingly but you take it seriously. Your eyes grow wide.

"How did you know?" you ask. Shinso chuckles to himself before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading the two of you towards the couch standing in the common room.

"Only I could make you giggle like a fucking idiot," he adds. You shake your head as you snuggle into his hold. Fuck, was he glad he pulled your note.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

The whole afternoon has gone by surprisingly well. So far, Bakugou has only blown two holes in the whole, Denki has only short-circuited ones and Iida has only given five lectures. No one has said anything hurtful to Shinso. The 1-A class have started to warm up to the general studies student. Shinso would even dare to say that he was having a good time. Though, sipping hot chocolate while laughing his ass off with you could make any activity 'good'.

"Come on, idiot. You're next," Bakugou groans out. He has his arms folded over his chest, doing his best to put on a 'tough guy' facade. Though, his attempts fail since the pastel orange cap that Kirishima gifted him is still planted firmly on his head. The knitted yarn along with the fluffy pomp-pomp sitting on top of it makes Bakugou look more like an angry toddler than a threat.

With a smile, you grab your gift bag. You look over at Shinso before opening the bag up. He's lazily leaning against the couch while taking slow sips of his hot chocolate.

The jet-black gift bag reveals a white scarf. Sloopy stitches and small holes quickly give away the fact that it's homemade. The creamy white colour reminds you of only one person.

You look over to Shinso to see him already smirk at you. You quickly wrap the scarf around your neck. The soft wool feels amazing against your skin.

"Did you make this, 'Toshi?" you ask. Shinso slowly nods. You run your fingers over the fabric again. "Thank you. Really, thank you.".

Shinso's heart flutters at the sight of you. Your excitement travels over to him and he can't stop a goofy smile from pulling on his lips.

"Shitty hair, you're next!" Bakugou calls as he points at Shinso.

He shakes his head as he grabs his own gift bag. "My hair is not shitty, it's cool," he says before grabbing his gift out of the bag.

"Meh, it's actually kinda shitty," you interject while rubbing the scarf against your cheek. Shinso shakes his head at you. God, you're a dork. But you're his dork.

𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟛𝟟

The only reason he agreed to do this was to stop Toga from bugging him. That and the chance that he could get to be your secret Santa. Or better yet, get you to be his.

While flirting was normally his forte, all his skills when out the window when it came to you. He stumbles of his words and his hands start shaking. He feels like a highschool boy all over again. Maybe he could use this as a way to get you to go out with him.

"Bacon bits, come on and pick one," Shigaraki calls. Dabi grumbles at the nickname.

"Not my name, crusty," he says before sticking his hand into Mr Compress' hat. Please be Y/n. Just this once, let the universe work in his favour. He pulls the note out of the hat. He folds it open. Y/n.

Dabi thanks any god that might be up there. For once, luck is on his side. Dabi's eyes shoot over to you. You're talking with a giddy Toga. She's hanging on your arm and discussing potential gifts with you.

You look over at him. He winks at you and you quickly look back at Toga, too flustered to look at Dabi again. He chuckles to himself before walking over a dark corner of the bar try to look 'cool' and 'mysterious'. No one can know that he's secretly thinking if a romantic present to give you.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

"Y/n-chan! Open your gift!" Toga whines out. You shake your head at her as you carefully tear the wrapping paper away. It's clearly cheap. Knowing your friends, most likely stolen, though you don't mind. You smile as you see your gift.

A small teddy bear with dark purple patches to match Dabi's scars. You quickly look over at him. "So you can cuddle it. I know you want the real thing," he says while gesturing to his body. "But this is the closest you'll get.".

You smile brightly at him as you wrap your arms around the plushy. Dabi's heart does summersaults at the sight of you, though he does his best to hide that.

"So I'll never get to snuggle with you?" you ask with a fake pout. Dabi rolls his eyes at you.

"If you wanted to get into my bed you could have just said so, baby," he says. You look away from him again as you mention for Toga to open her gift.

Dabi smirks as he continues to watch you cradle the plushie. Some part of him grows envious of the inanimate object. Maybe, he'll offer to cuddle you tonight. Maybe.

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ererokii · 4 years

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Infinite || Izuku Midoryia

Izuku Midioryia x Fem! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: insecurities, bit of angst

Word Count: 3194

Synopsis: In a world where soulmates exist, Izuku Midoryia believes that he won’t have one on the day of his 17th birthday.

Taglist (message to be added): @pixxiesdust @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @saltie @fryingpanitachi @sugacookiies @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for the @bnhabookclub‘s bingo event and Celebrating Deku event! The prompt are Long Kisses and “Did you ever think we would be here? I mean since we were kids, I just..”

Bingo Masterlist

Soulmates were always a thing since the beginning of time. The signs were simple when you were supposed to find your soulmate. You either share the same colored iris of their right eye, or their birth date would be tattooed on your thumb in cursive. Some people got both, while others just had one.

The signs didn’t come at birth. Some babies were born with grey eyes and wouldn’t get their soulmate’s eye color until they turned 14. It was a celebration when a child finally got their right eye color, matching with their soulmate or not. However, there were cases where someone wouldn’t receive their right eye color until they turned 17.

Other babies who were born with a birthmark in the shape of a heart on their thumb got their tattoo at the age of 5. It was funny how the two worked. But that’s how the universe wanted it.

Izuku Midoryia was always a curious child, ever since he learned how to walk. He was always up to meeting anyone with a new face. You happened to fall victim to his ways. Izuku met you when both of you were 4 years old, at a park. You were running around the playground and when he saw you, he practically begged his mom to let him go. With much reluctance, she did.

Both of you connected rather quickly. When your mothers called for you to leave, both of you clung to each other as you sobbed, begging for another 10 minutes with each other. Seeing their children already so close despite only knowing each other for an hour, the mothers decided to talk amongst themselves as well.

Inko and your mother got along well. This meant that you and Izuku would be seeing each other a lot more, which both of you were ecstatic about.

Both of you went to the same school. In the younger grades, the teachers would hold a small celebration for any child that received their tattoo. It happened a couple of times. A group of small kids and their teacher surrounding one of the students, a bright glowing light emitting from their thumb. It was something that always fantasized Izuku. He couldn’t wait for his own.

Yet he wasn't born with the heart birthmark. You were born with one.

That was the only thing you could babble about. How excited you were to find out the date, to find your prince charming as you told him after watching your princess movies.

“I think today is the day Izu-kun! I feel it!” You spoke with confidence, jutting your thumb in his direction.

“W-what makes you think that?!” he gasped, his small brain blown away at your confidence.

“I just feel it! Today I’m going to find out about my prince charming!!” You giggled as you curtseyed, acting out the role of the princess. “And we’ll dance and dance!”

“It sounds like you have your whole life planned out! I wish I was able to get one!”

“Silly!” You pointed to his grey eyes. “You’ll get the eye remember?! That’s super-duper cool if you ask me!”

He rubbed his knuckles gently bashfully as he lowered his head.”You really think so?”

“I know so! You’ll probably get a pink! Or maybe purple!”

“Maybe yellow!” Izuku’s little body rattled with laughter alongside you. Both of you were huddled up on the carpeted floor, minding your own business from the other kids who were too busy coloring.

“Bright!” you gasped and held your hand out, a glowing light emitting from your heart birthmark. “S-Sensei! It’s glowing!”

At the sound of your voice, your teacher and your classmates rushed to you. Izuku scooted closer, watching the heart glow brighter. “Does it hurt Y/N-Chan?” he whispered in astonishment, hand touching your arm.

You stayed silent as you stared at the scene in front of you, the heart outlined in a gold shimmery light, it’s light blinding but also beautiful. It fully stopped as black ink formed on your hand.

“What does it say?”

You whimpered and lifted your hand up to your teacher’s bent over body. “I don’t know what it says.” You were only five years old and was still learning to read your numbers.

A chuckle left their lips as they grabbed your tiny wrist in their bigger hand, scanning over it. “July 15th!”

Gasps resonated throughout the room.

“That’s my birthday!” Izuku squeaked out as he stared at you.

You cheekily smiled and clapped your hands together. “It is! Maybe it’s you Izu-kun! Maybe you’re my prince charming!”

“You think that?!”

“I don’t know! But will we dance and dance like they do in the fairytales?!”

Izuku absentmindedly nodded as he bowed. “Yes Princess Y/N! We will dance and dance!”

You jutted out your pinkie in his direction, a serious look for a five year old displayed on your face. “You pinkie promise swear Izu-kun?”

He stared at it for a second before sticking his pinkie out as well, wrapping his small one around yours. “I pinkie promise swear Y/N-chan!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“My birthday passed and I still haven’t gotten my color! What if I’m not meant to have a soulmate?”

You scoffed and held the papers close to your chest. “That’s not true Izu! You’re going to! Don’t be so negative. Be like All Might!” You cheered and jumped up, fist raised in the air.

He shook his head, his green hair moving in the slightest with his motion. “Yeah you’re right. He hasn’t even said anything about his soulmate! Maybe it’s kept a secret!”

You squealed like a little school girl, which you were. “How romantic!! Keeping your lover away from the spotlight! A mysterious type of love! Imagine that!”

“What’s so cute about that? Sounds like a cheap drama to me.”

An offended gasp left your lips as you spun on your heel, stopping right in front of him. “Cheap drama?!” you bent over a bit, placing your hands on your hips, one of your hands holding your papers. “It’s more than that!”

He stumbled back at your sudden movement and gulped. You were close. Close enough where he can smell the faint essence of your shampoo. His eyes were glued to your face. Over the years he definitely saw the changes throughout your body and would even say he found himself attracted to you.

You’ve grown from the tiny toddler that always wanted to protect him, to a maturing teenager. You also noticed the changes in Izuku’s appearance. You noticed the way his face lost its baby fat and slowly shaped itself over time. Both of your moms loved seeing you walk home together. It was something that warmed both of their children staying friends after many years. They secretly hoped that your soulmates were each other, if only the universe was nice enough to grant their wishes.

“You listen well!” you snapped with no ill intention, somehow shuffling closer to his now trembling body. “It is romantic to protect your soulmate from the horrors of this world! Imagine just fighting for them! That’s so romantic! In the dramas, their reason for fighting is always their soulmate! If someone fought for me, I would love them forever and ever!” you swooned, clasping your hands to your chest as your fingers gripped around the vest. Your papers were long gone on the floor, your eyes squeezed shut. If they were open, he could have swore he would have seen hearts in your eyes.

“Okay I get it!” he said quickly, hands in front of his body as he shook them in defense. “If you shut your eyes any tighter you won’t see!”

A groan left your lips as a pout tugged them right after. “I was in my dream world! Always messing with it huh, Izu!” You opened your eyes to stare at him, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy when you saw his shocked expression.

“What?” you asked, hand reaching up to your face. “Is there something on my face or something?”

His mouth opened but no words came out, only strangled noises and gasps for air. His index finger pointed at his right eye. “Y-Your eye! It’s maroon!”

A scream left your lips as you quickly took out your phone, immediately going on the camera app to stare at your reflection. “I-It’s here! It’s here!” your voice was higher pitched, clearly in shock as you felt the back of your neck heat up.

You lowered your phone and placed it back in your bag. “Oh my..it’s here” you whispered breathlessly, slowly lifting your head to meet Izuku’s concerned gaze. “D-Do you not like it or something?” he whispered.

Your next action startled him. A high pitch squeal filled his ears as your hands found themselves on his wrists, squeezing them as you jumped and down, excited. “It’s here Izu!” Your head bobbed up with each jump you did, your smile never faltering as you kept using his body as leverage to jump.

He felt his heartbreak and fall in the depths of his soul. “I’m so happy for you Y/N! I bet it’s so exciting to finally get it!”

He was truly happy for you, he was. On the inside he was already hurting. He felt like his heart got chopped up and thrown away. You had a soulmate. Someone out there was already made for you. For you to love. For them to cherish and protect you like you wanted.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t hold you. He couldn’t cherish you. He couldn’t protect you like you wanted. You weren’t meant for him.

You stared into his gaze with your new eyes. The iris from your parents matched beautifully with the maroon. If possible, it made your eyes stand out more. “Do they look weird?” you whispered, suddenly self conscious of your new appearance.

“Course not! I think they look-” he stopped himself, flustering up as he twiddled his thumbs. “Beautiful.”

“Ah..” you rubbed your arm, hand moving up and down slowly, lowering your head at his words. “T-thank you Izu..” you meekly whispered before gasping, reaching out and grabbing him by his forearms. “I have to tell my mom! I’ll catch up with you later?!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Enrolling at UA High School gave Izuku many opportunities. Before enrolling, he met with the Symbol of Peace himself. Gaining his quirk, Izuku worked hard to achieve his goal of entering. Seeing you at the entrance exam made him ecstatic.

That was until he would look into your eyes. Each time he dreaded looking into them. It left a grim reminder that he wasn’t for you. He remembered every moment of that day when you got the color. He remembered crying into his pillow for hours, leaving his mother worried sick. He couldn’t tell you how jealous he felt. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

Each kid in his class had their tattoo wrapped around their thumb or mismatched eyes. He often felt left out. He could feel the pity stares sent his way. The hushed whispers of gossipers ringing in his ears. Every time you would comfort him about it, saying it was natural to feel the way he was feeling, he couldn’t feel your comfort. It didn’t feel sincere to him. Nothing did.

He despised his birthday after his 14th. He hated the thought that this coming birthday will be the same as the one before. No trace of his soulmate. He did research. He tried forcing it by thinking of his soulmate. Would spend endless nights begging that the next day a sign would appear.

There were times where he would come into class, absolutely exhausted as his feet dragged behind him, his shoulders slouched forward, his green and grey eyes bloodshot. It worried you to no end. You often spent nights in his dorm, comforting him. He would break down into your arms, repeating the words that no one would love him. That no one was made for him.

When you got your signs you were over the top. You ranted and bragged about how amazing your soulmate was without even knowing them. You already knew it. Deep down you could feel their presence. It was an amazing feeling. A spark exploding inside of you that had to be let out soon. You heard stories of people finding their soulmates. How time seemed to stop leaving the two of them to drown in each other’s presence. You wanted it.

Izuku’s birthday was today. His 17th to be exact. He was holding onto the small string of hope. You hoped that this would be different. He was at the age limit where he should have gotten the sign. You didn’t want this birthday to end with him crying again. You wanted him to be happy. He deserved it.

It was a sunny afternoon. Izuku and you walked in silence to a park—the park where both of you had first met. A small humming came from his end, a small bounce in his step as the both of you continued to follow the cement path to a nearby bench.

He would say it was an average morning. Despite the fact that you and Ochako decided to wake him up by singing him happy birthday and practically forcing him out of bed while he was still half asleep. He got greeted by all of his classmates, even Eri said happy birthday to which brought a big smile on his face.

All Might came down and spoke a few words to his successor. Even Aizawa, which surprised the whole class.

“Soo..” you spoke up, hands clasped behind your back. “Did your mom call?”

He nodded and looked up at the sky, red tresses adorning the blue sky. “She did. She was the first one to call me this morning”

“I’m surprised she didn’t stop by. I mean after all, I’m sure she could have gotten a free pass or something”

“Yeah” he mumbled, eyes averted downwards. Something was on his mind.

“Hey, why am I getting the feeling that you aren’t okay?”

A shrug of his shoulders made him lift his head to meet your gaze. “I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“Whatcha thinking about, Izu?”

“The normal is all.”

“Oh” was all you said as you lowered your head, regretting that you even asked him.

His elbow gently jabbed into your side. “Don’t look so down.” A gentle smile appeared on his lips, motioning to the park bench with his head. “I still got time.”

“Yeah you’re right about that.” you followed his footsteps from behind, placing yourself down on the wooden bench.

A comfortable silence overcame the both of you. You leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you ever think we would be here? I mean since we were kids, I just… When I was younger I didn’t think we would be here if I’m being honest. I thought we were just going to have playdates till we drifted off once we entered high school.”

Izuku turned his body to face you, concern evident on his face as his grey and green eyes glossed with tears. “You thought that?”

You nodded slowly as you pointed a finger towards the playground. “Do you remember? You came up to me with that bright smile of yours, asking me if we could play together. I remember we played superheroes, played on swings, and went down the slide so many times.”

A wave of nostalgia hit his body as he relaxed, leaning into the wood of the bench. “Yeah, I remember that. t’s funny how simpler times were back then huh? Not have to worry about grades, quirk sometimes, and...” he got quiet as his leg bounced up and down. “And soulmates”

“You seem to be stressing about your soulmate a lot. Izu it’ll happen. I promise. I mean you are technically of age now.”

“Yeah but what if it doesn’t happen?” he whispered, clenching the iron bar of the armrest, a small spark of his quirk emitting from his body. “What if I’m not meant for anyone? What if I’m one of those sad cases that will never ever find someone? Those pity stares keep me up at night! Everyone always talks about me like I’m not there!”

A small sob left his lips as a hand covered his eyes, shielding the small sense of dignity he had left.

“Izu,” you whispered breathlessly, reaching out to touch him. Your fingertips touched the top of his shoulder, his body jerking away.

“No! I don’t want you to feel bad for me! I like you! I like you so much but I’m not for you! You aren’t for me! I cry every day because you’re the one I want yet I can’t have you!”

Your vision grew blurry as you desperately rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand to conceal your tears. “You dummy..you can’t just say stuff like that!”

He sniffled as he looked over at you. “And why is that?”

You felt your heart stop. A funny feeling running through your veins. Butterflies appeared in the pit of your stomach. “Izu...” you whispered and suddenly cradled his face, your thumbs rubbing the swell of his tinted cheeks. “You- your eye.”

His eyes widened drastically and he immediately shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Turning on the camera he faced it toward him as he choked on air. Green and maroon eyes. “It’s maroon,” he whispered and lowered his phone onto his lap.

You let out a shaky breath and reached for his hand. A spark of electricity ran through your veins at the touch. His presence was clear as ever. His touch was real. It was like you were able to see clearly now.

This was the moment everyone spoke of. The warmth of their partner touching them for the first time. The newfound wave of love exploding throughout both bodies.

“I can’t believe it.” His eyes wandered to your hands enclosing his, focusing on his birthday tattooed on your thumb. The word and numbers adorning it.

“Neither can I,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

“There are an infinite amount of soulmates you could have had...yet you got me.”

A small smile tugged your lips as you stroked the side of his face with your knuckle. “There may be infinite amounts but I wouldn’t dream of being theirs. I only want you, Izu.”

He stood up abruptly as he held his hand out. “Well Princess, are you ready to dance and dance?”

A laugh left your lips. The moment when you were both small as you made a promise to each other replayed through your head. You could have swore you imagined a smaller version of the both of you, dancing and running around the playground behind him. A sign that everything will be alright.

You placed your smaller hand in his, using him as leverage to stand up.

“I’m ready to dance and dance with you until the end of time, my Prince.”

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Evermore.

Idol!Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: Strangers brought together by music, fueling each others dream. You truly were living the life.

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Day 30 of the Izumonth Collab!

P.S. I have a very small grasp on what an idol truly is so ples kpop stans dont come for me ahhh,,,, i tried fdgbhhj

Just To Clarify:

Reader and Izu meet in a cafe years prior!

They built themselves from the ground up!

Lord help me i dunno what’s going on

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The roaring of screaming fans, the inconsistent flashing of blinding lights, music making the ground shake and heart jump, stealing your breath away and intoxicating your being with every lyric sung from the bottom of their hearts.

To some, every concert could be classified as the same, the pattern repeating itself until it becomes nothing but a chore instead of a passion.

To some, music becomes something to pass time with, something to hug yourself with in the early hours of the morning after a night filled with tears and no sleep, eyes burning with exhaustion.

Every person has a different answer to the same question,

“What is music to you?”

A question asked to you one calm, summer night in a run-down cafe by a handsome stranger with green hair, eyes unforgettably curious and brimming with fascination, sparkling with moon dust as their silver beams shine down on him through that freshly polished window.

He stood there, an enigma to you and all those present in the place at the time.

It was unexpected, not something you would count on being asked by someone you didnt even know.

But yet, your heart had lurched forward, captivated by the determination and child-like curiosity resting on his soft, freckled face.

The words slipped from your lips parted by astonishment before you had the chance to think as if they were being dragged from the dream buried deep within yourself.

“My life..” you had whispered so quietly you had sworn he couldn’t hear you, but a smile lit up his face, the first of many you’d unknowingly see on him in your lifetime.

“So live it.” Such a cheery response had caught you off guard back then, making confusion swirl in your gut as to just what he meant, dreams resurfacing to hopeful fingertips.

Ever since then, a day in the back of your head but never one you forgot, you gave your dream your all once more, letting lyrics fly across the page as you scribbled them down in the heat of passion, inspired by random things and editing until the words flowed smoothly enough for him to sing.

And by God could he sing.

He had told you at the time he was nothing but a mere hopeful kid, fighting his way to the top with some friends, wanting to make a difference in the world with his own words and his own voice, but it was a true miracle that your minds intertwined similarly to the way your hands often did, finishing thoughts before the words even slipped out, conversations from addictingly familiar eye contact alone.

A match made in heaven as some had described it, two peas in a pod, yin and yang, Complimenting each other and yet being polar opposites, swimming harmoniously together in the vast sea of life.

One who shined brightest in a crowd, and the other who thrived on the sidelines.

But perhaps that’s just what made your bond stronger, for together, you were grey. Not suffocatingly bright, and not depressingly blue.

Just yourselves, the truest form of love there could be.

It didn’t take long for their group to be known, emerging from the dark waves like water crashing on a rock breaching the oceans stormy surface, a breath of fresh air as lyrics and ideology comforted thousands.

Evermore was their name, bred from the desire to inspire people, remind all who listen that there was more to life than what they can see alone.

Everyday you were blessed to have met that man when you did, lucky that he was willing to embrace your flaws and help you step over your self-doubt and thrive where you thrived best, smiling happily backstage as you watched the people you adore sing songs you helped create and continue to encourage all who listened.

It was your dream come true, to create music.

A dream you often feared you would one day wake from, blinking through tear-filled eyes at that old red booth sitting across from you at that cafe.

Those were the nights you would always awake in your lover’s arms, him fast asleep with drool running down the opened corner of his mouth, but yet somehow providing reassurance in that relaxed face of his, messy green curls hugging his cheeks in the sweetest way possible.

You’d always kiss his chin in those moments, letting yourself melt like ice on a hot, sunny day all over again.

Years had passed since your first encounter with him, years you would always treasure, for how could you not?

He was a ray of light in the darkest years of your life, and you never would have succeeded if it hadnt been for his firm, helping hand.

Together, you were whole.

Even now, as he’s on stage, singing his heart out in the way he always had with that same look of enthusiasm and boyish glee.

The stage boomed with each beat drop or thump of the drums, the screaming fans a mere buzz from the soundproofed backroom where you and a few others watched the performance from a flat-screen television.

Cameras never fully captured his true beauty, despite being in HD.

No, though they captured the glow of his soft skin under the shifting lights, they never could quite catch the aura of enthusiasm he gave off or the twinkle of hope in those deep green eyes you always found yourself getting hopelessly lost in. An endless forest, no, a jungle of harmonious greens. Dewy, doe-like eyes always providing comfort to all those who are able to peer into them.

Its almost as if that’s why people are entranced with him the moment they meet them beyond the screen concealing his soul.

Some could easily say he was open to the world, large arms ready to embrace its flaws wholly, but in truth, he already has. Accepting the world as it is and seeking change little by little in ways he prays could help aid in making a difference, but one human could only ever do so much. That’s the part that wasn’t easy for him to understand about all of this, about his life and others.

He can’t always help everyone, and even he has limits. But no one wants to accept the boundaries put in place by something you cannot comprehend.

It would anger him sometimes, and inspire a new song of heartbreak he would write alone in the back of the tour bus or his office at the home you shared, mindlessly chewing his pen out of frustration until the ink would splatter on his cheek.

He always tried so hard, and most people could see that.

They admired him, wanted to be like him, singing the very essence of his being out loud every chance he could.

He and his group members made music that provided the saying ‘it’ll be okay, one day. Until then, I’ll hold your hand,’ even despite it at times being aggressive and borderline rock instead of pop.

They all worked hard, and it paid off.

You were just lucky to be able to help in any way you could, simultaneously living your dream and aiding others in their own.

It truly was a blissful life you now experienced, all thanks to him, Izuku Midoriya, the man you swore held your heart oh-so gentle in the palms of his scarred hands.

Little do most know, but you held his heart just as gently.

“Looks like they’re finishing up.” Tenya Iida, their manager, pointed out whilst adjusting his glasses in that way he always did when the hours of music streaming through speakers was coming to a close.

He was right, they had just performed their last number for the night. You smiled automatically, knowing just what was to come next.

At the end of every concert, Izuku would always give a passionate speech composed entirely on the spot after observations he made throughout the show in the back of his mind. His fans knew this, and they all immediately quieted down to the point where you couldnt even hear them.

Most of the time he would say the same things at the shows because most crowds are the same- but sometimes something strange and completely unique would catch his perceptive eye, and he would always point it out with a cheery laugh as sweat poured down his face.

It would always cause a roar of screams and laughter before he and his friends signed off for the night, leaving blissful memories in those who watched the performance.

As they all bowed on the television, you were quick to hop up, waiting in front of the couch for them to file into the place.

And soon enough, he came in, sighing happily as he wiped at his face with a towel given to him before entering.

His eyes easily found your own in the suddenly crowded room, almost as if they were pulled together by magnetism, and just like it, your feet began to move on instinct.

Arms wrapping around his torso, your lips brushed over his own parted ones before molding together in a sweet, congratulatory kiss.

A tradition, if you will.

One that you had skipped once and ended up with a pouty Izuku all night.

But you typically remembered, seeing as you usually wanted a kiss as well.

He always smiled against you during these, one hand resting on your hip as the other cupped your jaw, the pad of his thumb brushing against your cheek.

Ignoring the chorus of disgusted ‘ew’s’, you repeatedly kissed his addicting mouth with a smile of your own.

Pulling away, you slowly opened your eyes just in time to see him swipe a tongue over his reddened lips.

“Cotton candy lip gloss?” he guessed the flavor you wore breathlessly, voice hoarse from exaggerated use as his eyes met yours once more, relaxed and filled with nothing but unyielding love for you and you alone.

“Mm~ not quite.” you teased, moving your arms up so they wrapped around his neck instead, not caring that he was sweaty and warm.

You knew he loved these games, though. He enjoyed figuring out things on his own, putting puzzle pieces together in that mind that of his ran at ninety miles per hour.

Leaning in, he pecked your lips once more, smacking his lips together as he tried to figure out the taste.

“Bubblegum?”

“Yep!” you giggled as his arms dropped to wrap around your own waist, his forehead coming down to rest on your readily awaiting shoulder.

His dampened green curls tickled at your cheeks, the delirious smell of honey from his shampoo and natural musky scent of sweat overtaking your senses for a mere moment as your fingers combed through his locks.

You were hooked on having him in your arms.

You wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in your own worlds as the love you held for each other sparkled around you like stardust.

It was just you and him, no one else.

You sighed contently, his own hum of approval immediately following as he pulled your body flushed against his own.

“This is highly unprofessional!”

You were slowly brought out of your world as the words reached your ears, not bothering to look behind you to see a fuming Iida.

Izuku, on the other hand, shot his head up, frantically waving his arms around as you clung to him like a sloth, “S-sorry!” He apologized, knowing full well this would happen again at the next concert, just as it always does.

Truly, you couldnt help it.

It was hard not to be wrapped up in his strong arms at all points of the day.

A loud sigh sounded behind you, the tapping of what could only be Iida’s pen on his clipboard whilst thinking.

“I’ll get everything wrapped up, you all look exhausted.”

“You could say that again.” Todoroki huffed, the thump of him scuffing his boots against the carpeted floor just barely reaching your ears.

“That crowd sure was enthusiastic, but matching it definitely drained me… ahh..” Uraraka murmured, the distinguishable sound of someone plopping onto a couch being heard with the squeak of leather.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad, you guys!” Came Izuku’s signature enthusiastic reply, grip on you tightening as his own adrenaline began to pump in his veins again, “There were so many coordinated groups wearing the same thing! And, and those dances they kept doing! I’ve never seen an entire crowd successfully do the wave before! I mean, did you guys see that! They did it!! All for us no less.. I’m so happy~” Izukus cheek rubbed against your own as he sighed blissfully, no doubt amazed by the dedication of his fans.

“I guess that was.. kinda awesome.” Ochaco giggles tiredly.

“Well, I’ve set up four-star hotel rooms nearby for you all. Two to a room. You all may choose who you bunk with, of course, but try not to wreck the rooms.. Again.” He was more than likely glaring at Kaminari who was in the back of the room, considering he did have a little after party of sorts last time and ended up destroying a dresser.

Thank goodness for the shared rooms, though, you knew with complete certainty that the other bed in your room would go unused. It’s gotten to the point where it was impossible to sleep without Izuku’s arms wrapped around you, and you him, as he relented one night over a phone call. Hell, it was the entire reason you were even brought along on the world tour, which he tried to convince wasnt the only reason.

‘You’re apart of the team!’, ‘We can’t function without you!’, ‘You make better soba than they do.’

Supposedly there were more reasons, but for now, you just wanted to indulge in reason number one.

A chorus of thanks followed, and suddenly you were being dragged out of the room by a hyper Midoriya.

That adrenaline typically ran through his body for a short ten minutes after a show, so you had no doubts that he would be crashing soon, but it was adorable to see him so energetic like a little puppy.

You lived for this, to see him smile at his well-earned success.

The walk to the tour bus out back was frantic, rushed, and definitely panic-driven as all the members not only tried to blend in with the shadows but also avoid fans that could easily start a rampage, especially since the bodyguards were lagging a bit behind.

But it was the fault of the lively and desperate twenty-year-olds, and not their own.

It certainly did bring a hint of rebellious glee thrumming in your soul, making you nearly choke on a laugh.

After successfully avoiding the press and fans after getting off the bus at the hotel, you were quick to retrieve the key from the front desk to your two-bed hotel room four floors up, stepping into the elevator with relieved hums.

“Good show tonight, guys!” Izuku pumped his fist in the air, other hand holding your own as he gave his exhausted team members his signature, award-winning smile.

They returned the gesture with significantly less enthusiasm, but it still made the skin around his brilliant eyes crinkle with joy.

With a final ‘goodnight’, he swiftly opened the door for you both, shutting and double locking it- a slight paranoid habit he had, before glancing over at you with tired eyes.

It was always so strange to you how he could always feign energy until completely alone with you.

It was nice to see him let his guard down in a way he didnt typically do, even if they were all his best friends.

He trudged over to you, having sat yourself down on the bed, just to collapse beside you with a thwump, his legs giving out beneath him as he slumped down onto his knees.

“Tired?” you questioned playfully, petting at his head and untangling locks here and there.

He hummed in contentment, voice muffled by the bed as he spoke, “nah..”

He clearly was, but you could only roll your eyes half-heartedly.

“I need to bathe.. I stink..”

“You stink.” you agreed with a nod, despite not truly believing it, only for him to whine loudly.

“How about a bath, stinky boy? You seem too tired for a shower.” You feared he would collapse in a shower from standing for hours already, and no doubt his feet were killing him, even if he didn’t audibly say so, which he never really did.

Perhaps it was a downfall of sorts, how he never let the attention go on him for too long, or ever really talked about problems unless brought up and forced out.

He certainly was stubborn from a childhood of being forced to keep quiet, but luckily enough, you could always see through that mask he wore.

It was a blessing he trusted you enough to do so, and you could say with complete certainty that that thought only made your heart yearn for him even more.

“A bath sounds good..” he flopped his head on its side so he could stare up at you, “Do you think they have bubble bath?”

“If not, a regular one will do you just fine. Either way, you’ll get clean.”

“Just me? Oh no. You’re joining me!” he shot back, not giving you time to protest, not that you would have, as he pounced on your being, shoving you down to the bed as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“S-stop it~ that tickles!” you giggled, squirming beneath him as he purposefully began to blow on your ticklish neck, fingers even coming up to tickle at your sides. You couldnt help but squeal out as he tickled you relentlessly with a mischievous smile on his handsome face.

“I-Izuku!! S-stop! Gaha! Ahhhh! N-no nonon!” you could barely breathe you were laughing so much, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes as you fought to push his larger frame away.

Snorts began to tear through your nose, much to his own bemusement and your utter horror at the atrocious sounds, and yet he smiled so sincerely at you.

Having enough, and knowing you needed to get things done, you quickly put all your strength into your back and arms, successfully catching him off guard and flipping him over so that you straddled his waist and he stared up at you in shock.

A blush burned at his cheeks upon noticing your victorious smirk, his lips pressing into a thin line as he concealed the gasp he was sure to let out.

“Now now, baby, stop messing around. The stinky boy needs a bath.” and just like that, his head popped back onto the bed with a groan, cheeks still rosey.

“Alright, alright... I’ll run the bath.” He decided, already using his arms to try and push his upper body up, to which you quickly pushed him down again, hands against his chest.

“Ah, ah, ah~ I’m doing it. Rest here for a minute. I know your feet hurt, so let me, okay?” even if you could be tough and playful sometimes, or distant and cold, you always had a very warm, caring heart. And he definitely could see that in the way you interact with others and how you were so much more with him.

He treasured it in a way that could be hard to understand to some.

Was it so wrong to be completely and utterly in love?

It was hard not to be when at times it seemed like you were the only tame thing in his life these days.

He was sure he would struggle to find one, similar to his groupmates, had he not stumbled across you that one summer night.

You were certainly one to blend in, conveniently sitting under a light that didnt work, just to hide in the shadows with your dark hoodie as you lazily ate some greasy fries.

He was tempted to pass you, grab the food that he had ordered via phone call and get out and back to his training session, but there was something about you that made it feel as though he couldn’t leave without saying something. Almost as if his very being was being pulled towards you in a way he couldn’t understand.

And so, he walked past you again, glancing down at the notebook you had wide open and noticing the lyrics you had scribbled down, along with the messages beside them.

‘Thats stupid.’ ‘Oh what a failure you are,’ ‘What type of song even is this?’ and many more harsh words you had clearly written yourself, smudged with black ink and what could only be tears as you stared off out the window.

You were a songwriter, no doubt, and it seemed as if you were close to giving up on your dreams, if you hadn’t already.

Or perhaps he was making a huge mistake by guessing, but he couldn’t help but want to intervene, it was in his nature to be nosy, and he was forever grateful he did.

Because now, you’re by his side, stuck together like glue you made yourselves.

Time had passed so quickly as he laid there on the bed, letting his sore body relax as he listened to you fumble around and the water splashing into the tub.

To some, taking a bath in a hotel was a strange thing to do, but with a hotel as nice and clearly clean as this, there wasn’t too much to worry about. Besides, your own anxiety always made you wash the tub real quick yourself.

Which is why he wanted to run the bath, knowing full well you would do this. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing.

But alas, he was too tired to truly complain.

He just wanted to relax, get clean, and then snuggle with his beloved in a bed that was far too soft for him not to think about stealing if just for a moment.

Eventually, you emerged from the bathroom, only in a tank top and undies, and he couldn’t help but eye you up, too delicious not to. My, he was sure lucky.

“Bath’s ready! Fortunately, this place had some bubble bath. I think you’ll like the scent, Zuzuku.” Walking over to in front of his damn near lifeless body, you grabbed his hands, wheezing as you struggled to pull his muscular torso up.

His arms instantly wrapped around you again, face nuzzling itself on your chest, inhaling your sweet scent.

He was tempted to just pull you onto his lap and fall asleep, but alas..

“Up.” you sternly stated, gently pushing his head back just to lean down and peck his nose.

Pulling away, you walked back to the bathroom, stopping just at the door.

Fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, you swiftly pulled it up and over, looking back to the flushed boy with an amused grin, “Come join me.”

Seeing him promptly jump up, you giggled to yourself as you waited for him, arms crossed over your bare chest.

He jumped into the bathroom on one foot, trying to pull his pants off whilst fumbling around like a headless chicken.

“Well aren’t you desperate.”

“I just want to hold you in my arms as soon as possible,” he admitted, looking over at you with a pouty face so innocent you couldn’t help but squeal on the inside.

You watched as he shed himself of all his clothes, not feeling the least bit shy at his nude self, having seen it enough times for it to not be sexual in such a domestic setting.

He hummed approvingly as foot stepped into the tub, hands gripping the sides as he lowered himself into the relaxing, warm waters filled with iridescent bubbles.

Looking over at you, he outstretched his hand, waiting.

And so, shedding your underwear, you grabbed his hand, him helping you not slip and fall as you settled in between his legs, back to chest as your head leaned on his broad shoulder, exhaling.

Kissing your cheek, he whispered “Thank you,” appreciatively.

“Mhm~” you hummed, letting your eyes slip closed as you took in this moment.

Him, the smell of the delicious vanilla cake bubble bath, and the soft lofi-hop you had playing from your phone on the counter wrapping the room in a sweet melody.

He too took this moment to relax again, letting the warm water soothe his aching joints and muscles, hands rubbing up and down your arm, the suds in the bath making you both slippery. He always enjoyed feeling your skin whenever given the chance, it was such an intimate act he cherished, seeing how he was the only one who could do it.

Time was so easy to slip by whenever he was with you, soaking in the moment of feeling you against him.

It brought a sense of normality back to his life, despite it now being barely normal at all.

And so is the life of an idol as they call it, though he wasnt quite sure how that word sat in his stomach.

He always thought of it as a figure to worship, and not him by any means.

Apparently, it’s what they called Asian band members these days, or at least that’s what he presumed.

Even if he spent nights researching the word, he was still met with loopholes and gaps he couldnt fill in.

Such a confusing term.

Nonetheless, he didnt say he wasn’t one since he didn’t exactly have the best grasp on what it is.

Regardless, it felt nice to not have to keep a forced smile on his face, but instead a genuine and relaxed one.

He found that most days he could only relax fully around you.

You always had something about you that calmed his nerves and cured any storm built from stress raging in his head.

Who knew being an ‘idol’ could be so vexing?

Strict schedules, a fairly controlled life, tight budgets, always having to be on his feet, but he had to admit it, it wasn’t nearly as hard as he heard what most groups went through.

He was lucky his friend from high school was willing to invest in this group, and it truly did pay off, seeing as they were quite popular these days.

Though he technically was loaded with money, he never bothered to spend the majority of it on himself, always putting it back into the band or donating it to charities he believed in. The fraction he had left allowed him to buy just what he needed, and some gifts he buys throughout the year just to surprise you with on anniversaries or birthdays or holidays, much to your own dismay.

And though he may be this figure others look up to, you never thought of him in such a way, out of reach and someone to scream at with joy whenever you saw him. You saw him as an average joe, a regular human with emotions. It could have been because you met him before he became a sensation, but you never got blinded by his success like he had seen before on television.

There were so many things to love about you, but most of all, he adored how you grounded him.

Even now, as his arms hold you against him and water softens your skin, he feels at home in a way he didn’t feel very often before. Home was just.. always with you. He couldn’t have a home without you in it anymore.

“I love you..” he breathed out, lips pressing against the damp skin of your neck.

You turned to stare deeply into his intense eyes filled with nothing but love, nose brushing against his own, “I love you, too.”

And so, you finished up the relaxing bath, knowing if you stayed too long you’d both fall asleep and never wake until the morning with pruney skin. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You offered to wash him, and he offered to wash you, giving you both the excuse to run your hands over each other’s body in a sensual way without it being lewd. Besides, you adored feeling his muscles and warm skin, something seemingly common in modern-day bands, but he had always said it was for himself and not just to appeal to fans or any contracts.

It was never about that.

Just a personal goal to help love himself, though you always assured he would look handsome to you no matter what, you understood his need to do this for himself.

After rinsing off, you carefully stood from the tub, offering him a hand before drying the both of yourselves off just to use as an excuse to hug. Seeing as how you both had forgotten to get a change of clothes from the bus, rooky mistake, you were doomed to spend the night in hotel robes, which wasn’t too bad either. Waddling out the room, Izuku nose-dived headfirst into the sheets as you grabbed a glass of water.

Upon him deciding you were taking too long, despite it not even being a minute, he made grabby hands at you, pouting and whining for “(Y/N)’s famous cuddles” which only brought another blush to your face that never seemed to stop smiling when around this absolute angel of a man.

Sipping at the glass of cold water, you slowly made your way to the bed, just to tease him.

“Can’t you move faster.” Izuku groaned, tossing an arm dramatically over his eyes as if watching you move so slowly was killing him

A knife to his frail heart.

He is dead

R.I.P. famous singer and songwriter, Izuku Midoriya.

Killed because his girlfriend was being too slow.

A tragedy in four parts-

His breath was suddenly squeezed from his lungs as you flopped down on him like a fish, his arm flying off his face just to be met with your damp hair tickling his nose, causing the poor fellow to sneeze.

“Ewww! Izukuuuu!” you whined, pulling your head back to mess with your hair with a look of dissatisfaction etched on your features as he just breathily chuckles.

“Aww~ Don’t be mad at me, princess! That was your own fault, you know my nose is ticklish!” though his argument did outweigh your own, you refused to accept it with a humph as you turned your head, puffing your cheeks up and crossing your arms over your robe covered chest.

Surprisingly, the robes were quite comfortable, almost like sleepwear themselves despite being meant for something different than sleeping in. They were white and prone to stains, but they sure were fuzzy and warm.

You had no doubts they would be gone in the morning from the downfall of two humans who are both personal body heaters sleeping together.

Oh, if only you had brought your light sleepwear. Nothing wrong with waking up naked, is there?

“I’ve waited long enough, cuddle me!” Izuku’s arms were outstretched, waiting for you to collapse in his arms instead of sitting on top of his belly, far too far away!

Amused, you nodded, reaching over to the nightstand, switching off the light. The room would’ve fallen into complete darkness had the moon not been shining through a sliver of a crack in the curtains on the far side of the quiet room.

Settling down, you rested your body on top of his own, letting his arms wrap loosely around your waist as he nuzzled his cheek against your own once more. Such a cuddle bug.

It only took a minute before you decided this was uncomfortable and shifted so you were both facing eachother on your sides, your own body close to the curtains, and his close to the door.

He always liked to be closest to the door, so in case of a break-in, he could protect you.

It was endearing in the sweetest of ways, though it made you wonder what went on inside his head sometimes.

Though you prided yourself on being able to understand him completely, you accepted the fact that some things you will never know about him, and some things he will never know about you.

But then again, everyone is entitled to their own secrets, right?

“I’m so glad I met you..” he sighed out dreamily, voice growing husky as drowsiness seeped in. His warm fingers traced over your cheek as the lights of the moon reflected in his eyes, giving you just enough brightness that you could see his content smile.

“I’m really glad you decided to stalk me.”

“I- I didnt-!”

“Hahaha!” you cut him off with laughter, his own following suit.

His breath was suddenly fanning across your lips, and you felt his own soft pair brush against your own, lip-gloss free ones before fully connecting them.

Kissing him had to be one of the best parts about dating him because boy did he know how to make you swoon by his lips alone.

“Goodnight.” you pulled away, pecking his nose as he giggled.

“Goodnight.” he repeated, arms wound around your body and head tucked under his chin.

Oh how sweet life could be if you took a chance.

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Angels, Demons, and Wings Pt.2

Summary: You meet Tokoyami Fumikage for the first time. He’s not what you were expecting, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

TW: There are mentions of violence, and of blood and sticking your hand in someone’s stomach, but it’s nothing too bad. As always, there is political bullshit, but that’s simply relevant to the story. As always, if I missed anything, please, let me know so I can fix it.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. There will be no systematic release of these because I get writer’s block frequently and it sucks. Sorry in advance!

P.S. Tokoyami is human in this! I feel the need to point that out.

You were grateful that the carriage had to stop so they could open the city gates. You needed to get out of the stuffy box and stretch your wings a little bit.

You hopped out with a sigh, letting your wings flare out, stretching the muscles gratefully.

You turned to the gates and saw what looked like a royal entourage standing there.

The person in the lead was clearly a prince, if the wardrobe choices were anything to go by.

You tucked your wings in again, but not as tightly as before, and walked through the gates, curtsying to the group of men.

“I am Princess (Y/N) from the kingdom of Lomad, thank you for allowing us access to your kingdom,” you said, loudly, enough for them to hear you even in the back.

“Princess (Y/N), I am Prince Fumikage Tokoyami, it is a pleasure to welcome you to my kingdom,” the man in the front said, swinging down from his horse to bow to you.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Forgive me for being forward, but you have wings?” He sounded curious, if not a little envious.

“I do,” you said, not holding back the bright smile you gave as you stretched your wings out again. “They have helped me much in my times of need.”

“Are there any special accommodations that you would require?” the prince inquired.

“No, thank you though,” you replied. “My wings are of no consequence when it comes to most things other than clothes, and I have brought my own selection that are specifically tailored for my wings.”

“Feel free to let me know if you require anything, won’t you?” the prince asked.

“Of course, Your Highness,” you said, curtsying to him again.

“Your Highness,” the courtier, you felt bad not remembering their name, said. “There’s a hawk message for you.”

“It’s from my mother, I assume,” you muttered.

“The Captain of the Royal Guard, actually.”

“Midoriya? But why is he sending me a message?” you inquired, taking the message lightly.

Midoriya had always been a good friend of yours, though he was terrible at keeping in touch.

“Oh he’s finally getting married, well that’s good,” you said, skimming it. “I’m sure the girls from his kingdom are in a riot over Shouto’s marriage though.”

“I expect you’re right, Your Highness,” the courtier agreed with a giggle.

“He’s merely asking for some time off for the honeymoon,” you said. “Can you grab my quill and ink please? Thank you so much.”

You let out a loud whistle, and a hawk came soaring over, landing on your outstretched arm, nipping your ear affectionately.

“Hello, pretty bird,” you murmured, stroking it’s feathers softly. You scribbled a quick reply down before you whispered, “Take this to Izu or Shouto quickly, thank you friend.”

You sent it off, smiling as you watched it soar away.

“Sorry for the interruption, my old friend always did have the worst timing,” you said. “It seems some things never change. Anyhow, are you escorting us to the castle?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the prince told you. “Although, if it would be more comfortable for you, you are permitted to fly to the castle.”

“As lovely as that sounds, I think I will finish the ride in the carriage,” you admitted.

It wasn’t unheard off for royal entourages to be ambushed, and you didn’t want to be killed for flying over the castle.

“As you wish,” the prince replied, swinging himself back up onto his horse.

“Hello beautiful spirit,” you murmured, stroking it’s nose as it nuzzled into you.

The prince was silent for a moment and you glanced up at him. His mouth was opened slightly in shock and his eyes were wide.

“Did I do something wrong, Your Highness?” you inquired.

“It’s nothing, it’s merely that . . . well, White Shadow doesn’t tend to be inclined to most people,” he explained. “He barely tolerates me.”

“I have a way with animals,” you confessed. “Maybe it’s because they can sense a kindred spirit in me.”

You stroked the horses nose again before you climbed back into the carriage.

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Fumikage had been prepared for a lot of things while he was on his way to meet the princess, and he had expected many things, but that had not been one of them.

He had hoped she was kind and gentle, but he hadn’t expected it.

White Shadow’s reaction to her was even more surprising. While White Shadow was his favorite stallion, he was a horse that didn’t take kindly to people, he didn’t trust them.

He had nuzzled into the princess like she was an old friend.

Fumikage had only seen her wings for a moment, but they had been beautiful, and he was hoping they would come to trust each other enough that she would let him get a longer look at them.

“Your Highness, are you alright?” one of the knights asked, concern lining his features.

“Yes, I apologize for the distance of my thoughts, she was not what I was expecting. I was not disappointed.”

He turned his head to look back at the carriage. He could barely make out their forms, but he could tell which one was her.

Another hawk landed on the carriage and hopped inside.

Fumikage wondered if there were always going to be birds around her or if they were simply delivering messages that were important to her kingdom.

As they got closer to the castle, the crowds thickened and people started cheering, throwing flowers at the entourage.

The princess stuck her head out of one of the windows, smiling at the people she passed, touching as many hands as she could.

The entourage had to stop for a moment and she climbed out of the carriage, shaking hands with people, kissing babies, tucking flowers into little girls’ hair as she walked along side the carriage.

“Your Highness, please, it isn’t safe,” the courtier said, sticking their head out the carriage window. “Please, get back in the carriage.”

“I am a trained military solider,” the princess said. “I have reflexes bettered by my quirk, there’s no need to worry. Besides, they’re people, they deserve to get some attention.”

The princess took the baby that a woman handed her.

“They’re beautiful,” the princess assured the woman, smiling down at the child in her arms, swaying it lightly.

“Your Highness, we’re moving on,” Fumikage called, watching as she sighed, handing the baby back to it’s mother, striding after the carriage, flaring her wings slightly.

He wondered, in the back of his mind, if her wings were like any other part of her body, if they naturally moved to balance her out, to help her survive, to protect her.

A hawk landed on her shoulder, then another and she sighed, stroking their feathers for a moment before she launched herself into the air, earning gasps and cheers as they got a good look at her wings.

The hawks circled her as she hovered in the air, circling the people before she landed on the roof of the carriage, tucking her knees underneath her.

Her hair had come out of it’s updo and was blowing around her face, but she didn’t seem to notice.

She threw her arms out wide and laughed.

For a moment, just a brief instant, Fukikage wanted to join her up there. He wanted to forget that he was a prince and simply feel with wind in his hair.

“You’re staring, Your Highness,” someone told him and he tore his gaze away, focusing on the route ahead of him

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You knew the prince was watching you. You could feel his eyes, but you didn’t entirely care what he thought of you.

You had already written messages back to both Prince Bakugou, and his husband Kirishima, about what was happening and how to get in touch with you in case of an emergency, and then you wrote back to the general that was on the front line of defense updating him on what the latest troop movements were.

The work of a princess was never done, and you had known that since you were a child, but that didn’t mean you appreciated having little to no time for yourself.

There was always something going wrong, something amiss. Troops that wouldn’t listen to their officers, marriages and divorces that needed permission, laws that would help or ruin your territory, diplomatic meetings that had to be attended and noted.

Not to mention the endless amounts of paperwork that had to be filled out and filed after all of those things.

You breathed deeply, letting the air fill your lungs and calm the instincts telling you to leap off the carriage and soar.

“Your Highness, this may simply be a difference in culture, but most royals and nobles aren’t used to another of their brood showing up the way you are currently.”

You turned your head to see the prince trotting along side the carriage so he could speak to you.

“I’m sure they aren’t,” you agreed, flaring your wings to let the wind carry you towards the carriage door, opening it.

You had been practicing your flying for as long as you could remember, and there were many things you could do while in the air, this being one of them. You managed to swing yourself in, grinning in accomplishment.

It had been a while since you had fought, but it felt good to know you still had it.

“Very graceful maneuver, Your Highness,” the prince murmured.

“Why thank you,” you replied, giving him an easy smile. You felt better now that you had flown a little bit.

“That was amazing,” someone said and you paused.

“Dark Shadow, what did we say about appearing when there were others around?” Fumikage asked.

Another form appeared from the prince and you realized this must have been his quirk.

“Hello there, little bird,” you murmured, smiling at the creature that appeared to be made out of shadows.

“I apologize, Your Highness,” the prince said.

“Oh it’s alright,” you said. “I don’t mean to offend, or sound rude, but is this your quirk?”

“Yes, this is Dark Shadow. Dark Shadow, this is Princess (Y/N).”

“Lovely to meet you, my lady,” Dark Shadow said, bowing slightly.

“It’s lovely to meet you too,” you replied, reaching your hand out.

“I wouldn’t, Your Highness,” the prince said.

“Why not? Is it dangerous to touch him?” you asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“No, but I’ve been told it feels strange.”

“I’m a solider, I’ve had my hand buried in someone’s stomach before, I doubt anything feels weirder than that,” you told him. “Do you mind if I touch you?” you asked Dark Shadow.

He seemed to glance at Fumikage, who shrugged.

Dark Shadow extended his neck and happily accepted the head pats you provided.

“I like her,” Dark Shadow murmured, retreating a little bit.

“It was nice to meet you, little bird,” you told him, smiling at him.

“You don’t think it’s strange?”

“I know a girl who can throw acid out of her hands and is all pink, and a boy who can shoot tape out of his elbows,” you told him, grinning. “This is nothing.”

The prince stared at you for a moment before he gave you a shy smile.

“I think I’m going to enjoy your company, Your Highness,” he admitted.

“Well, I’m glad that’s the case, I’ve been enjoying yours,” you told him, smiling.

Maybe this trip wasn’t going to be so terrible after all.

#fumikage x reader #tokoyami x reader #dark shadow #tokoyami fumikage x reader #tokoyami fumikage

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applepiry · 3 years

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Fluffvember Day 22

Holy shit you guys, I am *dumb* I accidently deleted Day 22 Of FLUFFVEMBER! instead of what i wanted to delete. Ugh why am I like this?

Prompt: Going on a Trip (Day 22)

MidoriyaxFem!Reader

Contains: Aged Up Characters, Fluff, Smut, Unprotected sex, the word “Pussy” (but after that is technically GN) Dubcon?? Sooo much praising

Word Count: 1.6

Ry: Idk how this turned into Smut ;; I’m just a slut for Izuku i guess

[Smut Under Cut]

Stretching as you got out of the car, you grinned at yourself, glad you had come on this vacation with your amazing boyfriend. Since the two of you had graduated and become Pro Heroes, you rarely had chances like this. But, you had gotten this amazing hot spring vacation for your birthday from Izuku, who was just as excited to spend the weekend with you.

Without any interruptions, which was very rare considering your friends always showed up to your shared apartment on the weekends or any day off, really. If it wasn’t Ochako, Tsuyu and Tenya, it was Denki, Mina and Sero, occasionally with Bakugou and Kirishima, but they worked most nights.

Izuku smiled beside you as he grabbed the bags out of the trunk.

“Are you excited?” he asked.

“So much!” you say, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

His face breaks out in a flustery blush, “I’m glad,” he replies.

The two of you head inside, Izuku checking you in. The woman leads you to a room, unlocking it and giving you the key.

“Dinner will be served at 7. Oh, and your room has a private open air bath.” she told the both of you before bowing and taking her leave.

Walking in, you grin in excitement, looking around as Izuku sets down the bags in the corner and sits down, stretching out a bit.

“Wow, love, this is amazing!” you say, your bright eyes sparkling.

He smiles happily, holding out his arms for you, wanting to hold you after the long drive. You slip into his lap, your legs on either side of his as you face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his snake around your waist. His face quickly buries in the space between your neck and shoulder, his lips brushing against your exposed skin.

“I can’t wait to just hold you all weekend,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.

You smile, playing with his soft fluffy hair, humming softly for a moment.

“It’s going to be so nice,” you say, lifting his face up to meet yours before pressing your lips together.

Softly, at first, before Izuku deepens the kiss, having missed just being able to hold you close like this and kiss you. Your lips move together as you straddle his lap, his hands placed firmly on your hips, his fingers gently squeezing every now and then.

“Puppy,” his husky, lust filled voice pierces your ears through the kisses and you shiver, gently nipping at his bottom lip in response. He groans, bucking his hips up and grinding into you, your hips being controlled by his large hands. Letting out a sweet moan, his eyes seem to darken as he flips the two of you over, hovering over you and looking into your eyes.

“Let’s really enjoy this break,” he said, smirking down at you.

“Mmm, I’d love that, handsome man,” you coo, touching his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his soft skin.

Izuku lets out a soft groan at your praise, after all, the man loved it. He lived for you to praise and make him feel large.

You smirk, “My big, sexy man,” you say, your words thick with lust, biting your bottom lip and wiggling your hips up, gently grinding against his growing bulge. “The number one hero. My number one hero, Izuku,” you say, your eyes lidded as you watch him shudder.

He lets out a feral growl, one you know all too well, leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulders flesh. You let out a loud yelp that dissolves into a moan, his tongue moving over the wound. Practically ripping your button up shirt off of your frame, he stares at you with hungry eyes before he leans back in.

Again, his teeth sink into your collarbone, him sucking at the flesh for a moment. As he moves down your body with his teeth and tongue, marking you along the way, your fingers tangle in his hair. Gently yanking at it every now and then as they curl into his scalp.

“Oh Izuku,” you moan out, rolling your hips every now and then.

Finally, he reaches your pantline, not giving a second thought before he tosses them and your underwear aside in one swift movement. His emerald eyes darkened as they stared at your wetness, licking his lips. Head between your thighs, his tongue lapped at your juices like a thirsty animal. His face buried into your pussy, his tongue going wild, his hands squeezing into your thighs.

He was like a feral animal who had finally found food after so long. But, he was always like this. His favorite place was between your thighs. Probing the entrance at first before delving in, his tongue went as deep as it possibly could. As it explored your hole fervently, you gripped his hair, thighs shivering violently as you came from simply his tongue after a few minutes. This man knew how to please you.

You gripped his hair tightly, shoving his face deeper into you, “Izuku!” you moaned out, your thighs squeezing against his face as he kept up his pace as you ground into his face, cumming hard. Panting softly as your legs shuddered once more. Izuku looked up at you, his face covered in your slick, licking his lips as he watched you. Quickly, he was out of his clothing, all of it tossed aside in a puddle on the floor.

“Did my puppy enjoy that?” he said, shifting himself between your legs. His legs between yours now, his hands on your knees as he lined up his stiffened member.

“I enjoyed it so much,” you purr, wiggling your hips a bit as you practically beg with your eyes. “Fill me with your huge cock, Zuku,” you told him, gently nipping at your bottom lip.

“Anything for my baby,” Another feral growl left his chest as he slammed inside of you, letting out a groan. “F-Fuck, puppy, you’re so tight.”

You look down instinctively, watching as his huge member can only fill half way.

He noticed too, his cock throbbing as he shivered a bit, he loved the fact he couldn’t fully fit you without some serious effort.

“I-Izu… you’re so big…!” you moan, whimpering softly as he slowly begins to pull out.

“But you take it so well,” he encourages before slamming back into you, receiving a loud scream turned moan, then pulling back out at an agonizing pace.

Looking down at you, his eyes darkened with lust, he licked his lips as he lifted his hand, two fingers gently brushing against your lips. You comply, parting your lips before he slips them inside. Your tongue obediently sucks and licks at the digits in your mouth, choking just a bit when he suddenly spreads them and shoves them inside your mouth, down your throat. His smirk tells you that was what he wanted to see. Pulling his fingers back, you let out a soft whine. The hand on your knee moved down to your thigh as he kept up the pace of slamming into you and slowly pulling out. His hand moved down to his own mouth and he licked away your saliva, smirking at you.

“P-Please, Izu...” you whimper as he teases you with the slow pace.

“Please what, puppy?”

“F-Faster,” you beg, “Please use my hole more, Master,” you whine out, your hips trying their best to roll into him, even with his large strong hand holding onto you.

A shiver ran down his spine and he grabbed your thighs with both hands before he began slamming into you repeatedly, no longer taking his time. You screamed out in pleasure, the sounds of slapping and squelching the only other things filling the room.

He kept up this quick pace as he stared down at your adorable, sex driven face. Your tongue lopped to the side as you panted, enjoying every stroke. You could feel your orgasm coming closer right as he pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of being so empty.

"Let me see that cute ass," he said, licking his lips as he looked you over.

You nod obediently, flipping around and wiggling your bottom in a teasing manner.

He bites down on his bottom lip, stifling what would have been a very loud moan. Lining himself up, he gently rubs the tip of his still wet cock against your hole. He loved watching himself fill you up, having probably one of the biggest size kinks. Suddenly, you're full again and yelping out, your body shuddering.

“Mmm, nearly there, puppy,” he said, his dusky voice filling your ears as he grinned and began pushing deeper into you. From behind you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, this hand resting on your shoulder blade, holding you still. While the other went around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach as he pushed deeper inside. “Can you feel me right here?” he asks, gently tracing the outline of his cock in your belly.

Letting out unintelligible mumbles, you whine into the pillow, gently biting into it as you nod, unable to really respond. All you can feel is pleasure and pressure, your body feeling so full. It’d been a while since he had tried to push his entire length into you, but you just moaned happily, loving it. The hand on your shoulder finds your neck and gently squeezes.

“Such a cute puppy,” he praises as he grunts, having just finished pushing in all the way.

Gently, his hand on your stomach traces himself before moving to your ass. Giving it a squeeze before holding onto your hip, pulling nearly all the way out, only the tip still inside before slamming back into you and slowly building up his pace again. After only a minute, he’s pounding into you at full speed and you’re pretty sure you can’t feel your body anymore as you cum hard on his cock, tightening. You moan-yell out his name, your entire body shivering with pleasure.

He groans loudly, feeling you tighten around him. “Y/N!” he groans, slamming in one last time, releasing inside of you, painting your insides white. Shivering as he finishes, he moves inside of you before pulling out, biting his lip at the gentle pop and squishing sound your hole makes.

He pulls you up into his lap, holding you close as you pant softly, nuzzling into him. “Ah, that was so nice,” he says in your ear, using a scarred finger to trace random patterns into your glistening skin.

“That was amazing, Izuku,” you purr, turning to kiss his jawline. “I can’t wait for the rest of this trip,” you say, giggling mischievously.

“Mmm, me too… how about we go try out that private outdoor bath?” he suggested, looking towards the door that led to it.

You grin and nod, knowing that it’ll feel amazing on your lower back after that pounding he gave you. You’d have to return the favor later.

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years

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Showering them with Affection [BNHA]

anon: I don't know how many characters you take- so just remove the last ones if you don't want to! Could I have Sho, Izu, Katsu, Kiri, Hawks, and Shinsou with a crush that showers them in affection and encouragement? Hugging them any time they can, giving genuine compliments, giving gifts, always listening to them, and loves to make them laugh. They had abusive parents and they didn't really have friends growing up? And they're always telling them they're so happy to have them in their lives. -Morp

Characters Included: Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Hawks & Hitoshi Shinsou

Note: It says crush, so does that mean the characters and you aren’t in a relationship yet? Just pretend you’re dating after the class notices how you two are getting along too well :) Hope ya’ll enjoy this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: Spoilers

Shoto Todoroki

-Todoroki is surprised when you suddenly hug him one day, cheeks slightly pink as he asked you what’re you doing. “Hugging you, why?” Why? Just the other day we were just strangers and now you started being affectionate towards me? Todoroki is pretty much suspicious of you at first since who else hugs someone they just met? (Apparently you).

-Throughout training, you will scream encouragement and praise towards his way. He might be a little embarrassed but he’ll shrug off your behavior. Aizawa practically made you shut up by doing some laps around the area. When days go by, Todoroki will be used to you doing that. He’ll secretly adore that you’re cheering for him genuinely. (If you look closely, you’ll see a faint smile on Todoroki’s face whenever you cheer for him).

-You sat just beside Todoroki (Yaoyorozu is seating elsewhere), so whenever there’s free time or its before or after school or during lunch, you’ll shower him in genuine compliments. Ranging from how he looks, how he acts, and how cool his Quirk is. Todoroki just ignores you as you trail behind him, still complimenting him endlessly. You sat with Todoroki (in Midoriya’s table) and continued talking. Todoroki might get annoyed at your endless compliments but soon he’ll get used to it and practically awaits your compliments whenever he does a cool move with his Quirks and such :)

-Todoroki will often find little trinkets sitting on his desk whenever he enters the school in the morning. He quickly finds out that you’ve given it to him as a gift. He’ll politely say “thank you” and put it inside his bag. Now every single day, Todoroki will find trinkets on his desk. He’s used to seeing something new (and strange-looking things) on his desk. (He won’t admit it but he stores them in a box in his room).

-But Todoroki is awkward and stiff whenever you hug him or hold hands with him. You practically spoil him with your affectionate touches and smiles. He soon finds out that he’s touch-starved and now clings to you for affection. He won’t outwardly say it but instead just act on it. If he asks for head pat, he’ll bow his head in front of you. If he wants hugs, he’ll tug your sleeves or the back of your shirt.

-Todoroki isn’t much of a talker, he prefers being the one who listens instead. So its either you or none that is talking. If he does talk, he’ll just ask if you want food or drinks or if you’re comfortable on the floor and stuff like that. Todoroki isn’t very keen on opening up towards you, even though you’ve proven to him your loyalty countless of times. Just wait and he’ll open up to you :)

-You adore how Todoroki laughs though, soft chuckle escaping his lips with his eyes crinkling a bit. You did everything just to make him laugh, puns, jokes, horrible pick-up lines (courtesy of Kaminari ;)), doing something stupid or talking to him about something funny that had happened earlier today. Todoroki will listen intently each one and laughter escape his mouth when he finds it funny as well.

-With all these happening, some classmates is bound to see it. Everyone asked if you two were together already, but you two deny it. Which saddens him since from the past few weeks, he’s grown soft towards you and gain a crush on you.

-Though its still strange in his book since you are too affectionate. And there are days that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes (he’s an observant fellow). When you two are together, expect cuddle sessions to happen.

-But today, something is off. And Todoroki was right. When he entered your room while you were crying. You look up at him in surprise as you tried to wipe away the tears from your eyes. Todoroki locks the door and, in a hurried pace, pulls you in a hug. He lets you continue to cry. When you explain your background to him (having abusive parents and no friends since childhood), he’ll be surprised but wouldn’t say anything. (He really thought you had a great life if you’re so affectionate, guess not.)

-After that time, Todoroki became an affectionate partner for you. Fulfilling all that you were craving ever since you were born. He doesn’t mind, as long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

Izuku Midoriya

-Midoriya will shriek in surprise when you hug him suddenly that day and greeting him with a “Good morning!”. He’s face is pretty much the twin of a tomato as he stutters out his greetings to you as well. He’s super flustered at what you are doing, not used to holding a girl so close (add the fact that you’re so close to him, his mind is spiraling).

-Midoriya will also be flustered when you scream encouragement and praise towards him, so much so that he messes up whenever you do that. So, no, that’s not a good idea. So you resorted to praise him after his training, while still screaming encouragement. Midoriya is slightly thankful but still embarrassed. (No matter if you two are together or not, he’s still embarrassed when you do that).

-Whenever its free time or before and after school or lunch, you’ll shower him in compliments. Midoriya is still flustered and embarrassed whenever you shower him with so much compliments and praise. Throughout the day, his face is beet red. Please converse with him about normal stuff as well, because if you continue showering him with compliments, you might break him :/

-But if he gets used to it, he’ll be like a puppy waiting for compliments, encouraging and praise from him. But he’s still embarrassed :) The Midoriya we all know and love :)

-Midoriya will be surprised whenever you give him trinkets you found and bought for him (even though there’s no occasion). He’ll happily accept it, since he doesn’t want to waste what you bought for him. Pink-color is still present on his freckles-cheeks, but you can clearly see how happy it makes him whenever you give him gifts (the twinkle in his green eyes is one evidence).

-Midoriya is like Todoroki in some ways. He’s awkward and stiff whenever you hug him or hold hands with him. Like does he hold you there or not? Is his hands too clammy and sweaty? So many questions for such simple affectionate touches. Please spoil this boi with touches and bright smiles. Midoriya isn’t as touch-starved as Todoroki but still enough to consider one. But you need to initiate this one because this boi is too shy to ask for one :)

-Unlike Todoroki though, Midoriya is a talker. He’ll happily rant to you about his favorite heroes, their Quirks Pros and Cons, including your classmates and other students in other departments. Midoriya isn’t aware how long he has been talking, when he does, he’ll go back to his bashful self. Please coax him to talk more so you can listen to his voice. With enough time together, he’ll be comfortable talking to you about other stuff.

-OHMAYGAWD MIDORIYA’S LAUGHTER HSHS You couldn’t get enough with his laughter! It’s too cute ♥ω♥ It’s easy to make him laugh since he’s like a happy-go-lucky guy (not really but you know what I mean). He’ll even add some stuff when you’re telling a story.

-When your classmates notice this (I mean, who wouldn’t?), they’ll instantly ask if you two are dating. Midoriya will grow embarrassed and stutter out a no. But he does dream about him calling you his. When you two start to date, he’ll grow comfortable showing some affection towards you. Returning all those hugs, cheers and praise you threw his way.

-Midoriya is also observant (as evident with his Hero note-taking), so he notices when you aren’t being yourself. Like just yesterday, you were bursting with positivity and love. But now, you were forcing a smile with reddish-eyes. He’s a worried cinnamon bun.

-But he isn’t going to force you to tell him what’s bothering you! He’ll just say to you that he’s here if you want to cry or talk. If you do talk, he’ll listen while cradling you in his arms. This boi will be so heartbroken at what you’ve been through in the past (and he’ll get emotional, probably need to comfort and calm him down). But Midoriya understands the “no-friends-in-childhood”, since he was Quirkless before and Kacchan was his only friend (yeah right). He’ll return all the affection you gave for him, practically spoiling you with his adorable love :3

-If you don’t tell him though, it’s fine! He’s just gonna stay there and cuddle you. I can see him having a hunch about something that either happened at home or you dropped your ice-cream. If you start crying though, he’ll panic and probably start tearing up as well. Either way, he’s there for you :)

Katsuki Bakugo

-He’ll scream curse words towards you if you even step too close to him :/ BUT! You didn’t give up! You annoyed him endlessly until he gave in and let you hug him. He’ll scoff as he immediately pushes you off and sat on his desk. He’ll be cursing you in his head and basically degrading you :/ Even though you continued to hug him, he’ll have the same reaction every time.

-Bakugo will scream at you to stop cheering for him, but he secretly likes it :3 So just keep cheering and praising him, and pay no mind to his threats. Your encouragement and praise for him boost his ego much more, which is not recommended but you do you. He ain’t embarrassed though. Also, he might unconsciously smile whenever he hears you screaming your lungs out (he’ll blush and scream at the person if the person point out his smile-- i.e: The BakuSquad).

-In the morning or whenever there’s free time or lunch time, the two of you cannot be seen without the other trailing behind them and complimenting them non-stop. Bakugo, by now, is used to your antics and just plainly ignores you. Though if there is a time where you didn’t compliment him (whether you forgot or not), Bakugo’ll hunt you down. He got used to hearing your genuine compliments that he’ll hunt you down and get it himself. Also, if you initiate normal talk, he’ll just listen and continue whatever he’s doing, occasionally dropping a comment here and there.

-Bakugo will scoff when you give him trinkets you found, but he secretly loves it :3 He’ll keep it safe in his room, probably underneath his bed or in his drawer. No one comes to his room anyway, besides the Bakusquad (who barges into his room occasionally).

-Ha, as if the proud Bakugo will let you hug or hold hands with him, yeah right, dream on >:) Though he wouldn’t mind it as much if its private, I see him being a sucker to your affectionate touches (though not touch-starved, Todoroki is the king of that). He’ll begrudgingly (yeah right, happily) lets you smother him with kisses, hugs, cuddles and all sorts of that.

-Like Todoroki, he isn’t much of a talker. The time he talks though is when he’ll remark whatever you said or insult the person you’re talking about (besides your parents, though you don’t mention it to him). He has a sharp tongue so please be patient with him when he’ll sarcastically answer your question. (He’ll never admit it but he loves hearing your voice :3)

-Bakugo Katsuki laughing? The only time you hear him laughing is when he’s insulting someone else (mainly Midoriya poor Midoriya ;-;). But when you do succeed in making him laugh, you deserve a medal and a trophy :) Though I can imagine him laughing at you when you are either insulting someone or being clumsy (don’t worry, he’ll patch you up if you’re injured).

-It’ll probably take a week or half when someone in your class (either one of the Bakusquad or Deku) noticed how soft Bakugo is towards you. INSTANT TEASING FROM THE BAKUSQUAD (they are too fearless for their own good :/). Anyway, one of the girls would question on why da heck Bakugo? (I love Bakugo, don’T KILL ME PLS!). You simply reply, because he’s Bakugo. The class will never understand how you put up with his shit all-together. (Deku secretly looks up to you bc of this).

-Bakugo is one observant dude, even more so after being kidnapped by the LoV, he’s becoming more aware of the people around him and himself. So he’ll quickly wonder why on earth are you affectionate towards him. He’ll also quickly notice how your smile seem forced and how red your eyes were. Bakugo is also a direct fellow so, on-the-spot, will ask what the fuck is the reason on why you’re forcing a smile. He’ll narrow his eyes when you tell a lie. From that point onward, expect seeing Bakugo observing you in the corner of his eyes.

-Bakugo is everything you wanted (except for temperamental issues), which also means he’s smart. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out your past and current issues. He’s so furious about what happened to you that he wants to explode your abusive parents and those people who doesn’t want to be your friend. But, in the end, he decided not to and pull you into his room for your daily cuddle session.

-Bakugo will NEVER mention it, unless you mention about your past. Other than that, he’ll keep his mouth shut. Instead, he’ll try to return all your affectionate gestures. Keyword: try. Please be proud of him trying to try being affectionate to you (let me tell you, it’s hard trying to be affectionate). You might need to reassure him that you’re fine and please return to normal--

Eijiro Kirishima

-Kirishima would be flustered at first when you suddenly hugged him, seemingly out-of-nowhere. I can see him hugging you back though, he’ll never turn down a hug! He’s a bit embarrassed but he quickly recover. Out of all these boys, this boi is the only one who thinks hugging someone is normal :)

-Kirishima would definitely be embarrassed whenever you shout praises and encouragement to him, but it makes him even more determined to train his quirk. He might even return the favor! (I’m slowly falling in love with Kirishima--). You two basically praise each other before, during and after training. There was one time where Aizawa had to make you two stop because you two were screaming at each other even though you two were fighting each other :/

-Whenever its free time or before and after school or lunch, you would shower him with compliments. Kirishima will immediately return the favor by complimenting you back, and probably saying “You’re so manly!”. Kirishima will 100% engage you with a normal conversation. It came to the point where you two are attach with each other’s hip, one cannot be seen without the other. You practically join the Bakusquad now.

-Kirishima’s eyes sparkle, yes sparkle, with the trinkets you give him. No matter how weird or how strange it is, he appreciates everything he is given. He’ll flash you a (cute) smile and say “Thank you!”. Like Midoriya, he happily accepts the trinkets. Where does the trinkets go? He puts it in his pocket and brings it everywhere (until it got too many, so he had to leave some at home..)

-I can see Kirishima happily holding hands with you and hugging you in public. Even though people might get the wrong idea, he doesn’t care! He’s happy being affectionate to you and no one has any right to deprive him from it >:( I can also see him being so comfortable with you that he lets his hand rest on your waist or lets you lean on him (maybe sit on him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)).

-Kirishima is DEFINITELY a talker. He’ll happily talk with you until 3am in the morning. He enjoys talking, even more if its with his friends. But when you start to talk, he’ll quiet down and intently listen to you. This boi doesn’t have a problem in sharing his opinion and snarky remarks. (Yes. Bakugo has been rubbing on him unfortunately).

-KIRISHIMA LAUGHING IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING YOU’VE EVER WITNESSED. YOU PRACTICALLY CRIED AS YOU HOLD HIM (meanwhile he’s so confused on what’s happening). It’s actually relatively easy on making him laugh bc he’s a happy guy.

-Your classmates are bound to notice this sudden closeness of you two, like are you cuddling while watching tv? WUT??? Either one of you’ll explain that you two aren’t dating (yet). What you didn’t know (or probably know) is that Kirishima had grown fond over the past weeks and would happily date you if you want (he respects women okay?)

-When you start to date, Kirishima will still act like he normally do except with more affectionate touches. He still acts like you two are still friends though. So nothing changed thankfully :)

-Even though it’s not really noticeable at first but Kirishima is actually observant. Yes he may do rash things, but we all do that. Anyway, Kirishima can tell if something is wrong with you. Not as a partner but as a friend as well. I hc that he loves the “Best friends turn to lovers” trope :3 (I see him as this kind of guy, okay?) Anywayyyy, he quickly notices how tired you always seem and how puffy and red your eyes are. He was immediately worried and concern that he immediately asks if you are okay.

-Of course you’ll say you’re fine but Kirishima isn’t having any of that. He practically drags you to your room and force you to lay on your bed with him cuddling you in a big spoon position. I really hope he did this during weekends because if not, you two are in major problem.

-Kirishima wouldn’t force you to tell him what’s wrong. He just encourages you to let it all out, letting you cry in his chest. If you do cry, he’ll just hold you there as he whisper sweet nothings in your ears. I swear this guy’s body temperature isn’t normal-- Anyway, if you do speak or not, doesn’t matter. Kirishima doesn’t need to know about it as he trusts you so much that he doesn’t need to know why you’re crying.

-One way or another, he’ll find out about your past. Kirishima wouldn’t say anything about it but he starts to get more affectionate with you. He wants you to know that he’ll always be there by your side. You might start to cry because of how overwhelming his love for you is (and he’ll panic bc he sees you crying and this became a panicking sobbing mess--)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

-Hawks will freeze. He didn’t expect that when he steps foot in his agency. Hawks is expecting anything but that. When you suddenly hug him when he entered, he’ll stiffened. He’ll awkwardly tries to pry himself from you. But he doesn’t mean anything bad! He just wasn’t used to the fact that anyone is giving him affectionate, and a hug when he entered is one of them. After that, he might avoid you a bit before returning back to normal.

-When he hears you shouting encouragement and praises to him, he gets suspicious of your behavior. Are you working for the League? What is your plan? Why are you being oddly affectionate towards him? These kinds of questions circle his head as he eyed you suspiciously. He starts to talk with you, discreetly trying to find out what is your goal being so... open towards him. Turns out, you don’t have any motive and was just a overly-affectionate person. He’s still suspicious of you and keeps his guard up, but he’ll smile (or smirk) whenever he hears your cheers (and boosts his ego even more).

-Whenever its breaktime and Hawks was at his agency, you would shower him compliments from left and right. Hawks is still cautious around you, but he slowly drop his guard down. When he does this, Hawks will also be complimenting you (even if he doesn’t, he still compliments you). Hawks is never embarrassed whenever you shower him with compliments, it just boosts his ego (i think that’s enough, [Y/N]--). If ever you forgot to do it or did something, Hawks will slightly sulk because by now he’s gotten used to hearing your compliments (he’s a baby to your compliments now).

-Hawks is always suspicious of your behavior (one of the perks of being raised to never fully trust someone), so when he sees trinkets on his table, oh boy was he suspicious. He’ll be looking at every inch of it and talking to it, thinking there’s a camera on the thing. If he finds none, he’ll give up. When he sees trinkets on his table everyday now, Hawks will get used to the fact that there’s no secret camera on them. Hawks cherishes all of the trinkets you gave him and has a drawer just filled with your trinkets.

-Okay, holding hands with THE Hawks? Yeah right. Impossible. Imposiblè. He’s already awkward when it came to hugging but holding hands? No. But its not because he doesn’t like it. He LOVES the feeling of your hands against his but he doesn’t want anyone to get any ideas, in fear they’ll go after you. He prefers hugging and hand holding in private.

-Hawks is naturally talkative and his mouth can run forever if it wants to. But he also loves hearing your voice. (Btw, if you can’t tell, Hawks trusts you by now). Hawks loves it whenever you tell him something funny and interesting, he also cracks up when you give him a snarky remark. He’s sarcastic at heart so expect him being sarcastic towards you.

-Hawks laughing is quite natural that you hear it almost everyday. He also LOVES making puns, like no joke. If you want, you can have a punny battle between you two. I can imagine you two having an inside joke abt something.

-Though it’s not noticeable since you two act the same like always, the heroes and sidekicks working under him can tell a chemistry is happening between the two of you. They notice how Hawk’s eyes softened whenever it falls on you. And how lovestruck you look whenever you look at Hawks. None, I mean NO ONE, dare to mention it to Hawks or you. It’s better to stay quiet than ask about it.

-When you start to date, he’s actually hesitant. He didn’t want tor risk you getting hurt just because of you two dating. You have to reassure him every time he mentions this. After all, all he needs is reassurance..

-Hawks is one hell of a observant dude. He can instantly know something is wrong with you. With how forced your smile is and look like you recently cried. Hawks’ll frown at your state but doesn’t mention it. Though, maybe during lunch or after work, he’ll bring it up. His eyes will narrow when you flinch when he asked.

-Turns out, your abusive mother just called you and it made you upset. Hawks frown since he knew there is much more to the story than what you’ve said but decided to let it go. Later at night, he quickly did his research about your past since he notices that you never mention it and whenever he brings it up, you look so sad. When he finds out, he feels so guilty for being so suspicious of you and pushing you away.

-For the next few days, expect Hawks to be giving you more affection than normal. You were confused but decided to enjoy it since its usually you who initiate this kinds of things. It kinda feels nice...

Hitoshi Shinsou

-Shinsou will probably dodge you before you could even hug him, making you fall to the ground. You pout as he stare at you in confusion. He has every right to be confused at that moment though. It was just the 2nd week of the first month and you’re already assaulting him? He will probably ignore you if you persist on getting a hug out of him. He’ll give in when he finds your persistence annoying. The hug was rather awkward but it seems like you didn’t care as you had that carefree smile on your face. His first thought for you is “what a weird girl”.

-Shinsou would probably get annoyed at your constant praise and encouragement. I think he’ll probably confront you about this, “why are you screaming those words?!” or something similar to that. You would explain because you want to support him. Shinsou will probably give up because he can’t get the answer out of you no matter what he tries. He doesn’t trust your reasoning at all. He’ll let you scream praise and encouragement to him, seemingly ignoring you. But after a while, he gets used to it. And probably return the favor if you’re training your Quirk.

-Whenever its free time or before and after school or lunch, you’ll shower him with compliments. Like Hawks, he thinks you have a motive in befriending him. He just ignores you as you continue with your compliments. But he soon gotten used to your presence that he starts to hangout with you more often. If there is a time where you forgot to compliment him or too busy, Shinsou will hunt you down and get his compliments (its like a charger for him LOL).

-When he find a trinket on his desk, without a second thought, he throw it away. But after 1 week of finding trinkets on his desk, he decided to search for the person giving him the trinkets. He soon found out you’re the one leaving it for him. Now he feels guilty for throwing all those trinkets and decides to just cherish it and keep it.

-Shinsou doesn’t like touches very much, but he likes surprising you. He sometimes hugs you from behind and loves the surprise look on your face whenever he just randomly hugs you from behind. For some reason, he likes hugs more than hand holding (it probably has something to do with your first interaction--).

-Shinsou isn’t very talkative unfortunately, he prefers listening than talking. It’s actually not a problem since he loves hearing the sound of your voice and laughter mixing with it. It always manages to bring a smile on his face. Shinsou drops some comments while you’re talking and probably make a joke which made you two laugh.

-Shinsou’s laughter is so rare that you hardly hear it, but when you hear it, oh may gawd you might faint. He has a laugh similar to Midoriya and its so PRECIOUS--

-Its bound to happen, especially when Shinsou kept on surprising you with his sudden back hugs. Your classmates quickly notice how close you two had gotten over the span of 2 weeks. Your female classmates will immediately ask you if you have a thing for Shinsou and the are you dating question. The boys are teasing Shinsou, much to his dismay.

-When you two date, you make sure that he sleeps properly to get rid of the bags underneath his eyes. You also made it your one priority to run your hands through his hair (AND ITS SO SOFT). Shinsou is much more comfortable with affection now as you two are dating now.

-Shinsou is also observant (why am I always repeating this statement? Their all observant!) so he notices how sluggish you are and how your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. He narrow his eyes at you as he watches you during class (totally not creepy at all--). He noticed how you aren’t paying attention to the lesson and how daze you look.

-Right when the bell rang, Shinsou was already making his way towards you. He asks if you are okay and if you answer your usual response. He’ll click his tongue and drag you outside to cool down. When you two arrive at a deserted location at the campus, he lets you lean on his chest. He doesn’t need to say anything as his presence alone is enough to send you to tears.

-Shinsou figured out that your home isn’t exactly homely. He lets you cry in his chest as he rubs your back in a soothing circular motion. Right then, he decides that he’ll keep you for life. He loves you so much now. The girl who asked for a hug but gotten rejected. The girl who persisted to hug him. The girl who praises him and encourages him during training or exam. You manage to wiggle yourself into his heart. And there is no way he’s letting you go now..

-Shinsou is still the same as ever after that but you quickly notice little things from him. How he waited for you to catch up with him. How he gave you a pen when you lost yours. How he shared his drink with you. Its these little things that brought a smile on your face.

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shutupandshipit · 3 years

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Little Socks - Oneshot

Summary: So, Katsuki thought maybe he was ready to broach a subject the two of them had never discussed before. Not even in passing. "Izu," he said, head pillowed on his arms on the edge of the tub while he waited for his alpha to finish rinsing off and join him.

"Yes, love?" Izuku replied absentmindedly, hands still shoved root deep into his mass of curls. Even wet and brushing his waist, his hair was still thick with a stray curl poking out here and there in rebellion against the water.

Katsuki's omega purred contentedly in his chest at the pet name. He let the sound out, just a quiet rumble from his nostrils, barely loud enough to hear. "Have you ever thought of having pups?"

.....

Or where Katsuki and Izuku discuss having kids, and Izuku lets on about a fear he has.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Author’s Note: It’s a Christmas fic, y’all. Pure and simple fluff. Enjoy!

Katsuki and Izuku had been together for the better part of a rather domestically happy decade. Yeah, they had their bad days just like any other couple, but they were good more often than not. Christmas Eve found them getting ready to wrap up another happy year together. This would be their first holiday season together without being on call for some time because even though the country pretty much shut down for the holiday, villainy never ceased. So, heroes took turns being on call during the holidays. This year they weren't even on the list as backups. They had from the 24th of December all the way to the 2nd of January all to themselves.

So, Katsuki thought maybe he was ready to broach a subject the two of them had never discussed before. Not even in passing. "Izu," he said, head pillowed on his arms on the edge of the tub while he waited for his alpha to finish rinsing off and join him.

Katsuki's omega purred contentedly in his chest at the pet name. He let the sound out, just a quiet rumble from his nostrils, barely loud enough to hear. "Have you ever thought of having pups?" Whether it was an outcome of his stupid omega brain or a conclusion he'd come to on his own, Katsuki had wanted children with Izuku since they'd gotten together in their first year as pro-heroes. Not wanting to push, he'd never mentioned the topic and figured Izuku would eventually bring it up. They'd been unmarried, sharing a teeny tiny apartment with four other people, just starting out and living paycheck to paycheck. It had been a bad time, so he'd let it drift to the back of his mind, and waited.

Things were different now though, and Izuku still hadn't brought it up. The idea. The possibility. The, Katsuki was hesitant to say, eventuality.

Izuku stalled for the space of a moment, but didn't raise his head to look at Katsuki. It was harder to tell with the heavy moist air of the room, but a sour note slashed straight through Izuku's normally mint and rainstorm scent. He could hear as Izuku swallowed and continued rinsing conditioner from his hair. "Uh, no, not really. Why do you ask?" That sour note flared again.

A lie if Katsuki had ever heard one from Izuku. Taking the higher road, he didn't call him on it.

Humming, he reached out a hand to wrap a strand of Izuku's hair around his fingers. "Just been thinking that we're in a good place for it. We're at the top of the hero charts, have a steady income. We're not starving sidekicks anymore. We've been married for three years now, and mated longer. I think we're ready."

Finishing, Izuku wound his hair into a knot on the top of his head that Katsuki was going to have to untangle for him later, and waited for Katsuki to adjust so he could climb in between his legs. Izuku leaned back against his chest. Catching one of his hands, he dugs his thumbs into the sensitive flesh of his palm, massaging gently.

"Izu?" Katsuki said against the top of his head when he didn't answer. He couldn't see Izuku's face, but he could feel the tension all along his back.

"That was a lie."

"I know."

"It's just that..." Trailing off, Izuku released a frustrated little huff.

"Do you not want to have kids?" Katsuki's omega whined pitifully in his chest, jumping to conclusions as it always did. He shoved its head down, refusing to take Izuku's silence as confirmation.

Izuku didn't speak until he moved to Katsuki's opposite hand. "It's not that, it's just that... I'm scared."

Katsuki pressed a kiss to the back of Izuku's neck before moving to pepper his shoulders. "Why are you scared?"

Breath hitching, Izuku tilted his head in submission and Katsuki's omega purred at the display. "It's just that... I didn't grow up with my dad around. I haven't seen him since I was four. I haven't talked to him since I was six! The only reason we know he isn't dead is the flowers he sends every year on my parents' anniversary and my birthday cards!"

Katsuki ran his free hand over Izuku's belly, pulling his flush against his body. "I remember the day he left. It was the first day we met and I shared my ice cream with you because you looked so pitiful. Even your All Might balloon looked depressed, partially deflated and almost hitting the floor. It was so ugly."

Izuku snorted out a small laugh which was the whole reason Katsuki had mentioned it anyway. "I just... how am I supposed to know how to be a dad when I never had one around? What if I'm a terrible dad? I don't... want to be a bad dad. I don't want to be like mine was... is."

"Izuku, baby, listen to me," Katsuki said, moving his hand so that he could slot their fingers together, squeezing tightly, "You're not going to be a bad father, you want to know how I know? Because you had a mother who raised you right. You're great with kids of all ages. And you're you. Nobody is perfect, that's not what I'm saying. Everyone makes mistakes. That's why there's two of us. We're a team."

Izuku struggled against his hold, trying to turn and face him, but Katsuki held fast. He snarled, frustrated. "You don't know that though! You can't know that!"

"I do because you're my mate! I wouldn't have chosen some two-bit alpha who was going to be a shit dad," Katsuki told him truthfully, and sighed when Izuku only continued to struggle. He let his alpha turn to face him, but caught his face in his hands before he could talk. "Izuku, just fucking be there and you'll already be doing better."

Tears filled Izuku's eyes and spilled over just as quickly. Shakily, he asked, "You really think I'd be a good father?"

"Yes."

"You really want to have kids with me?"

Katsuki pressed a kiss to his nose and then his forehead. "Have since we first started dating."

Green eyes grew impossibly wide. "Really?"

"Really really."

Izuku beamed, pressing in for a languid kiss that Katsuki drank up. When they pulled apart, Izuku was still smiling.

"Get back in here, nerd," Katsuki grumbled, pushing on Izuku's shoulder to get him to turn back around. "Tomorrow's Christmas, and I want to get to bed soon."

.....

They woke with the rising of the sun like the did most mornings, but Christmas was a particularly special sunrise for them. It had been the day they'd started dating, tipsy and swaying beneath mistletoe at Yaoyorozu's home. Bundled tight in heavy coats and scarves, they climbed to the top of the roof with cups of steaming coffee to cuddle together as the first rays of sun crested over the horizon. Around them, the world's sounds were silenced with the thick blanket of fresh snow.

Anxiety was a thick cord around Katsuki's throat making it difficult to enjoy that silence, and it was all he could do not to let the anxiety leak into his scent. He tugged at his scarf as he cleared his throat. Izuku glanced over at him with sleepy green eyes and that dopey enamored smiled Katsuki loved so much. "Listen, I know we're not doing gifts till later, but I want you to open this one now." He extracted a thin black box from the pocket of his coat, holding it out to Izuku with a trembling hand.

Sitting up straight, Izuku stared down at the box in confusion. When he traded his coffee mug for it, he frowned and then grinned again. "What's in here, Kacchan? It's so light."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki huffed, "Just open it, alright."

There wasn't much too it, just a lidded box he'd taped shut and slapped a bow on the top of, but he'd kept it tucked away just for this moment.

Izuku was careful as the sky began to brighten. He peeled each piece of tape off to ball up and tuck away in his pocket. When he lifted the lid and handed it to Katsuki, he just stared down in confusion at the contents.

The anxiety reared up again, hot in Katsuki's stomach, musky and so thick in his scent that even he could smell it. His omega whined just as anxiously, a high whistling trill only he could hear. They waited.

Izuku picked up the teeny tiny pair of socks, one patterned with his hero colors and the other with Katsuki's. He chuckled, and Katsuki's throat clenched. Izuku hadn't turned to look at him yet which gave him time to hide the sheer panic that roared through him. "These are so cute, Kacchan," he cooed, "but it's kind of a weird gag gift. These are way too small for me. They're small enough for a-" He cut off abruptly, eyes having dropped back to see what else was in the box.

Tears bloomed in his eyes as he picked up the picture of an ultrasound, hands trembling as he stared. He looked to Katsuki, smile watery. "Is this- Are you- Kacchan?"

Katsuki nodded, mouth still set in an uncertain line as he looked at Izuku. "I'm pregnant. I found out a few weeks ago, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't know how you would react, and-"

With a happy cry, Izuku launched himself at Katsuki, and the careful grip he'd had on their cups disappeared in favor of making sure they didn't go plummeting to their deaths. Their cups clattered down the roof and dropped into the snow with soft ' thumps '.

Izuku pressed kiss after kiss across Katsuki's face until they were both laughing with the thrill of it. "You're pregnant! I'm going to be a dad! I-I-I-I-" He was sobbing, full-bodied and snotty and grinning. "Kacchan, I can't wait!"

"There's going to be nothing to wait for if you knock us off the roof and kill us, shitty nerd!" But he was laughing and holding Izuku back just as tightly as they rocked to and fro. Their scents tangled and mixed as harmoniously as they always had.

Pulling back and kissing Katsuki again, he said, "Let's name her Katsumi!"

"You don't even know if they're going to be a girl!"

"Taiyo if they're a boy!" Izuku replied immediately, smile blinding as the orange sunrise illuminated his face, "But I just know. It's an alpha thing. They're going to be a girl."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki just hugged Izuku tightly against his chest, pressing a kiss to his alpha's forehead.

"Best Christmas present ever," Izuku whispered.

Of course just like Izuku predicted, when their baby was delivered, they had a little girl.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #omegaverse #omega!katsuki #because I'm so fucking soft for omega!katsuki #alpha!izuku #my writing #one shot #little socks

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 4 years

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hiii!!!! since you mentioned you were comfortable writing non-romantic stuff and the dekusquad- how about ochako and shouto bonding over mochi (and izuku huehue, but the izu thing is just a joke hehe) [ochako loves mochi a lot so she introduces shouto to all the different mochi types!] ALSO YOUR LAST PROMPT WAS SO AMAZING, I WAS IN TEARS THANK YOU FOR SERVING AS ALWAYS!!!!

Of course! Hope you enjoy :D (Also thank you so much, ohmigosh I’m crying) <3

Shoto stood in front of Uraraka's door, hugging his rolled up futon tightly to his chest.

Earlier that day, his friend had suggested that the self-proclaimed Dekusquad should have a movie night in her room as a reward for doing well in their latest English assignment. Initially, Shoto had been hesitant about the idea, but he quickly found that Midoriya could be very persuasive.

'Are you coming tonight, Todoroki-kun?'

'...' Shoto stared into his friend's wide emerald eyes. 'Yes.'

They had agreed to meet in Uraraka's room at 7pm, so naturally Shoto had been sure to arrive at exactly that time. However, when Uraraka opened her door, flashed him a bright smile and said that he was the first one to arrive, Shoto had been surprised, to say the least.

'Not even Iida?' He asked as he stepped into the room, looking around curiously. Admittedly, the decor was rather plain, but Shoto didn't mind. He never cared much for unnecessary luxuries anyway.

'Not yet!' Uraraka chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. 'Well, he was here, 16 minutes early to be precise, but then Deku-kun messaged to say that he was going to be late because of something to do with Bakugou destroying the washing machine, and when I told Iida-kun, he quickly left to see if he could be of any "assistance".'

Uraraka imitated Iida's hand gestures as she spoke animatedly; Shoto was impressed by the accuracy. 'And Tsu-chan is currently on the phone to her family, so it's just you and me for now.'

Her smile was warm and reassuring, although, if anything, Shoto felt incredibly uncomfortable at the prospect. It's not that he didn't like Uraraka - quite the opposite actually. He admired her greatly and treasured her friendship - it's just that they rarely spent time alone together. Usually, there was a third party present as well - mainly Midoriya - meaning that Shoto didn't have to do much active socialising on his end. Now though, as he shuffled on his feet in the middle of Uraraka's room, unsure of what to do with himself, he found himself starting to count down the seconds until the rest of their group arrived.

'Want me to help unroll your futon, Todoroki-kun?' Uraraka was suddenly at his side. 'We can figure out where you want to put it!'

Shoto nodded, mouth a thin line, and together they placed and unrolled the mattress. They mostly worked in silence - Uraraka occasionally humming some unknown tune to fill it.

Once completed, Shoto sat down on top of the covers, while Uraraka took her place on her own bed, rocking slightly as she continued to hum absentmindedly.

Shoto looked around awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact. He wanted to get out his phone and ask how long Midoriya would be, but he figured that would be rude. Uraraka was his friend; it wasn't her fault that Shoto was about as fun to talk to as his father at an All Might convention.

After several moments though, his friend jumped to her feet and stretched. 'You want a snack while we wait, Todoroki-kun?'

Shoto's eyes widened with delight at the prospect of food.

'Sure, what were you thinking?'

He watched, intrigued, as Uraraka bounced over to her desk and, after several seconds of searching, procured a glass bowl filled with different coloured balls. Shoto regarded the delicacy. He then blinked dumbly and looked up at Uraraka's excited face.

'How about some of the delightful Mochi I bought yesterday?' She grinned. 'They were on offer, so I got several flavours, which one do you want?'

'Er…' Shoto faltered and looked back at the bowl, lost. 'I don't know… I've never had Mochi before.'

'EXCUSE ME?!' Uraraka all but screeched, the volume making Shoto's eye twitch. 'Todoroki-kun, we have been friends for how long and you are ONLY JUST telling me this?!'

'You never asked before?' Shoto tilted his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows together. 'Is that a bad thing?'

'Yes!!!' Uraraka exclaimed, waving her arms like an angry bird. 'It's a very bad thing!'

'Oh… Then I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.' Shoto hung his head, ashamed. He had no idea Uraraka felt this passionately about mochi. Were friends supposed to tell each other their dietary habits?

'Oh my poor, sweet, dense Todoroki-kun.' Uraraka crossed her arms and shook her head, all her previous outrage dissipating. 'Allow Uraraka Sensei to educate you.'

She skipped past Shoto, leaped onto her bed and patted the spot next to her. With significantly less energy, Shoto stood up from his futon and climbed onto the bed next to her.

Uraraka set the bowl down between them. 'Okay, tell me what you know about mochi.'

'Rice balls.' Shoto deadpanned.

'Rice balls-?!' His friend broke off and sighed to compose herself. 'Well, okay, fine. You are technically right. They’re rice cakes, but they're made with mochigome!'

'That makes sense.' Shoto did know about that, he had just never tried it before. When he was younger, he had been kept on a strict diet - although sometimes his mother would treat him to soba when his old man wasn’t around. As a result, he had never really had the opportunity to try mochi before.

'Good! Okay, so here are the ones I've got here.' She pointed to a pink ball wrapped in a leaf. 'This is sakura mochi! It has red beans in it and this is a sakura blossom leaf that’s wrapped around it.'

'Oh, I've seen those before during hanami.' Shoto spoke suddenly, surprising himself. Where had that come from?

Was he capable of feeding himself? Yes. Was being fed a little patronising? Maybe. Did Shoto care? Of course not. He was hungry.

'Yes! They're really popular during cherry blossom season!' Uraraka added happily, before taking one and holding it out to Shoto. 'Good job! Now, open wide!'

Shoto stared at her outstretched hand.

He shrugged his shoulders and complied, allowing Uraraka to shove the pink ball into his mouth. It was strange, but Shoto quickly found that he liked it. The saltiness of the blossom contrasted with the sweetness of the mochi, but in a good way.

'Mmm.' He voiced, chewing slowly while Uraraka watched him intensely. 'Not bad, I like it.'

At the proclamation, Uraraka let out a whoop.

'Yes! I just knew you'd like it!' She then scrambled to pick out another one. Eventually she settled on a white one. 'Okay, now this one is called daifuku mochi! It's stuffed with anko and is quite sweet!'

'I see.' Shoto said as he swallowed the last of the sakura mochi. He was then immediately bombarded by his friend's eager hand as she shoved the daifuku in his mouth without any prior warning.

Shoto choked slightly with surprise, eliciting a laugh from Uraraka. However, once he remembered how to breathe, he found that he liked this one a lot more.

'Mmm good.' He closed his eyes and nodded approvingly. 'Not soba-good, but good.'

'Hey, from Todoroki Shoto, I'll take that!' Uraraka beamed before popping one in her own mouth. She moaned happily at the taste and the two ate in comfortable silence, the awkwardness from before completely vanishing.

They continued testing out Shoto's reactions to the different flavours of mochi for several more minutes, until they were eventually interrupted by an enthusiastic knock at the door, followed by a stern discussion on the other side.

'Midoriya-san, please refrain from knocking so loudly.' Shoto could practically hear Iida's hands chop through the air. 'Other members of our class are-'

'It's open!' Uraraka interrupted, effectively saving their friend from a scolding when the door burst open and Midoriya jumped in, hands on his hips and a bright smile on his face.

'I am here- Oh! Hi Todoroki-kun!' Midoriya broke character to wave excitedly at Shoto, pink dusting his cheeks. 'Hi Uraraka-chan! I hope you guys weren't waiting too long!'

'Hi Deku-kun!' Uraraka smiled, before giggling at Shoto, who was frantically chewing on the last of the bota mochi she had given him before their friends had arrived.

'Good evening, everyone.’ Iida greeted with a bow. ‘Please pardon our tardiness. Midoriya-san and I ran into Tsu-san on our way to yours.'

'I wouldn't say run, kero.' Tsu placed a contemplative finger to her chin. 'Running in the dorms isn't allowed, Iida-kun. You should know this by now.'

Shoto snorted, while Uraraka's lip twitched with amusement.

'It's okay, Iida-kun! I was just introducing Todoroki-kun to the brilliant world of mochi!' She clapped her hands together and gestured to Shoto, who swallowed heavily, the lasting taste of mochi still on his tongue.

'Hi Midoriya, everyone.' He eventually mumbled.

'You two having fun without us?' Midoriya laughed with a playful wink.

'Indeed!' Iida agreed, straightening his glasses. 'I confess I thought you two didn't have much in common.'

'Well, now we have mochi in common!' Uraraka leant to the side and poked Shoto's cheek affectionately.

'And Midoriya-chan.' Tsu commented idly. 'You both like him, so you have that in common.'

'What?!' Midoriya squawked, while Uraraka gasped, affronted.

'Tsu-chan! You know that was ages ago!' Out of the corner of Shoto's eye, he saw Uraraka stick her tongue out, however, his gaze was still locked on Midoriya's bright red face.

Uraraka continued. 'Sure I like Deku-kun but as a frien- Ah! Todoroki-kun!'

Shoto hummed in question as several pairs of eyes suddenly landed on him.

'You're…' Midoriya started, slowly pointing to Shoto's hair. 'You're on fire!'

Without missing a beat, Shoto raised a hand to his head and extinguished the flame in one swift motion. A soft hiss filled the room and he shrugged his shoulders when his friends continued to stare at him quizzically.

'No, I'm not.’ Shoto finally mumbled. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.'

He was met with silence, before his friends suddenly burst out laughing. Shoto watched them, hoping his blush wasn’t too obvious. However, when his eyes landed on Midoriya and found his friend smiling warmly at him, Shoto’s own lips twitched upwards in response.

It felt nice, having friends who truly loved him.

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namelessthirst · 5 years

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Your Good Boys

[Sub Izu and Sub Denki earn a good time from you. Need I say more??

Izuku Midoriya x Denki Kaminari x Reader

2k and some change

Ao3

Creampies, Bondage, Urethral Play, Erotic Electrostimulation, Gaping, Belly Bulge, Horny Subs with Dangerously high Stamina, Dominant!Reader]

You really will have to reward Denki properly after this.

Something your sweet honey-blonde would like, something outside of the bedroom for once. Maybe you'd take him to that 'Oh so cool' restaurant he'd had his eyes on for a while. Or that store in the mall where he likes to snatch up his favorite tacky accessories. Or Maybe you'd finally let him pick an outfit for you, something to match his while he takes you out and parades- he really did like to show off.

Though, even as you think about it, you'll need to reward Izuku too.

Poor baby was being so good, he's only cried briefly while you inch the too-long and too-thick dildo deeper into his well-lubed asshole. The slight bulge of it against his lower belly made your head spin, but it was your job to keep control right now.

You glance quick past Denki to check on Izuku's wrists, seeing how flushed the skin was as he pulled against his binding's. His thighs were faring better, perhaps because it was harder to move them, the straps pinning his calves back till he lay on them, thighs and hips raised to the air from it. The spreader at his knees kept them nicely apart, giving you the room you needed to keep working his hole well.

It'd been a little over an hour, you think, he was due his release soon.

Even so, it was hard to pull yourself from the view of Denki. His fingers so light on the metal rod tucked away inside Izuku's cock, little sparkles of static running down it and likely giving the blockage a run for its money against the push of cum that surely was built behind it. Every shock had Izuku keening around Denki's cock where it sat snug against the ring holding your love's mouth open. Drool and cum leaked from his lips, Denki having let go into him a few times by now, each time thumbing the ball on the tip of the rod, pressing it just a bit more intensely into his fellow sub.

You kept at it, just a bit longer, the dildo hilted at last while Denki panted and groaned through another orgasm. You could hear Izuku choke slightly around the load before swallowing properly with a whine.

The kiss you pressed to Denki's mouth was sloppy, his jaw too lax to do much other than let you suck at his lips and tongue while you pet Izuku's taint.

"Honey, come out of Izzy for me? I think it's about time we let him go."

After a nod and a shudder, Denki lifted his hips away from Izuku's face, tip still leaking pre despite just blowing a load out less than a minute ago.

He shuffled around, leaving the rod to sit still in your sweet boy's cock as he settled beside you.

"Izu, sweetie, you okay?"

Tears beaded his lashes and stained his cheeks, breathing deep now that Denki's weight was off his chest and face. He gave you a nod and a garbled affirmation.

You leaned up to kiss his face, a hand warm over the outline of the toy inside him, "You ready to cum, baby? Ready to be all done?"

You knew it was only a half promise, both of the boy's stamina well equipped for rounds even after this. But, you always left room for them to bow out between.

Izuku's hips twitched up at the question of an orgasm, already feeling as though he came dry several times. When he started to croon for you, you couldn't help but lick into his mouth, tasting salt.

With his pleas clear, you backed off down toward his lap, taking him in hand at last.

Denki snuck his way lower, his own hips rutting into the bed where he lay comfortably, head snug under your arm and against Izuku's soft balls.

You could hear him suck greedily on Izuku as you started to stroke him long and languidly. You couldn't help but laugh some, he really did want to be well entwined with your sweetheart's end.

So there he stayed while you gripped Izuku a bit tighter, pressing your thumb against the underside of his dick to feel the rod inside while you cooed to him.

"Is this good, baby? Did you enjoy it like you hoped? I think I did, your pretty holes so stretched and bared...How did it feel, when it hit so deep inside you?"

You just needed to work him up to a proper crescendo, a peak to tip him off of nicely. This is what you pictured as you gave up stroking for something more. The ball stopper on the end of the rod was too convenient as you used it to fuck Izuku's cute little cum hole, watching his eyes roll back and feeling the movement against the hand you left wrapped around him.

"Oh, baby, are you close? Just a bit more? I know you want it so, so bad, right?"

You weren't surprised when Denki's moans mixed with Izuku's, obviously getting off to your voice as his tongue was pressed wet to Izuku's taint, having taken a whole half of him into his mouth. You wouldn't be surprised if he was letting off the static like he had earlier, this time conducted by his gleeful drool.

Your hand sped as Izuku moaned for you, his hips restless with need and bindings pulled taut.

"Ready? God, ready baby? I'll let you cum. Cum lots for me, okay?"

There it was, the precipice you'd aimed for, taken over beautifully as you whisked the rod away at his cries, tilting his cock toward him and watching as the heady ropes splattered on his face.

You loved watching him cum, seeing all that force that was usually spent tucked away inside your walls shown clear as day against his skin.

With as much edging as you'd done, it was no surprise the amount was far greater than usual.

After you milked the last drop from him, the hot seed landing across his chest and tummy as you jerked him quickly, you had to nudge Denki off of him.

He came up with a pop and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, "Can I have next? God, please?" You let him wheedle against your neck for a moment before you gave him a response. A sweet peck or three as you gripped his chin was enough to still his busy lips.

"Of course, honey, but we need to fix Izzy first, yeah?"

Denki got to work unlatching the ring gag from his head, helping to rub his sore jaw while you started to inch out the toy. He had Izuku's arms free and was kissing the roughed skin by the time you freed the hunk of dildo from your lover's ass. You were sure he'd be gaping the rest of the night from it.

You watched your boys kiss sweet while you took off the leg bindings, and the spreader. It was always a sight to see them like this, doped up on love and sex with lidded eyes and drooling mouths. You loved your boys.

You took Izuku’s legs out from under him slowly, letting him stretch the muscles that'd been kept pinned for a good time now, rubbing some life back into them.

When you scooted up to join Denki in kissing away the mess Izuku made on his own face, you found them both turning to give you kisses back. Faces pressed close, lips brushing soft and chapped.

You gave them each a noisy kiss, Denki trying to linger in his despite shuffling away, "Mmm, baby, wanna rest a bit? Or you wanna get cleaned up first?"

Your decision was made for you when you felt Denki move your hips up, bringing you over your exhausted lover to grind his dripping stiffy against your soaked lips.

God it felt good. This session had been focused on your boys for the most part, having only let them eat you a little as a warm up. Denki's insistent pressure was heaven, quite honestly. You knew he was eager as could be.

Luckily, Izuku leaned up into your hovering lips, a mumbled plea for you to stay, to feel you on him. He wanted to see his loves have fun too.

That was all the confirmation Denki needed to hear as he sunk into you with a relieved groan.

Your sweet kisses with Izuku were cut short as your other love tugged your hips back to meet his quick thrusts. You could feel the static off his hands where they gripped you.

You weren't worried of his speed, his chase for pleasure, knowing well he'd keep at it until you came for him. You adjusted, spreading your knees wider against the bed, belly and breasts pressed to Izuku.

You knew he was tired, he had to be. Yet still he watched, with lidded, sleepy eyes, he watched how you bit your lip when Denki hit the right spot, how flushed it was when you gave it up to a moan.

You settled with him nicely, arms tucked under his back and cheek to his, letting your joy drip from your mouth into his ear.

Denki was far from the babbler that Izuku was, almost laughing whines from a loose mouth, begging for more even when everything he needed was laid out literally in his hands.

It was cute though, you loved him. You loved how restless he was, head rolling this way and that like he just couldn't stand how good it felt. You loved how his hips snapped without restraint, not even letting you miss the feel of him inside before he was seated deep all over again. You loved how you could tell when he was close by how he leaned over you, pleaded for you against your back and neck while his hand slipped under to press electrified fingers to your clit. You loved how he tilted his hips, adjusting just right to have his tip kiss your cervix, shaft grinding against your best spot along the way.

"That's it, right there- honey! G-good boy, just like that, fuck-!"

You loved how you could feel his smile against your skin, hear the break in his voice and know he was looking to the sky as he begged to fill you up, warned that'd he'd lose himself in you, and how much he wanted to.

When you came on his cock with a choked moan, catching green curls in your mouth, you knew he was done for.

On he went, breath hot on your skin despite the cooling drool that he left, "So good! So good, so good, so hot I-! I need to cum, please! Please, please, just a little more, just a bit more-!"

You rode your aftershocks with pride as he rushed toward his end, "Yes, honey, yes, cum in me! I want it sweetie, god, I want it-! I'll take it all honey, just pour it out, my good boy!"

His seed tingled inside you, his body lifted rigidly as he fought his charge through his orgasm. You let yourself relax as he finished, letting him grind and buck through the high. You swore he came once more, giving just another few pushes before he finally settled.

He wasn't heavy, for that you were thankful as he lay across you, arms snug around you as he let himself soften up, still tucked away inside you.

"Denki, honey, I know you're comfy now, but we still need to clean Izuku up..." More so, now that you'd squirted all over his lap.

You didn't get the chance to fuss at his disobedient whine, warm lips pressed to your ear, your resting lover appearing far more revived than you’d expected.

"I think...I think we'll need to clean you up, more."

With Izuku's tone, and his hands rubbing circles into your hips, you resign yourself with a fond sigh to what was sure to be a test of both your boy's starving drives.

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"... the handcuffs are a rather recent development in the whole hero business. They suppress most power quirks the moment the wrist rings snap together, however, Darlings, remember that people with mutation quirks are largely unaffected! Still, they are quite sturdy, so there should be no problem with putting them onto a villain, even if they got a cute squirrel tail!"

Ms. Midnight explained, with a smile, using her riding crop to point at the picture of the anti-quirk handcuffs on the whiteboard, holding her notes in the other. Coming to the end of her explanation she looked into the class, before asking:

"So who of you can summarise how the handcuffs work?"

Immediately hands shot up into the air to answer the question, mostly the usual suspects, but notably Mineta's too, probably to score himself some sort of attention by the beautiful teacher. Unfortunately for him, the question still went to Iida, who instantly shot up from his chair.

"The handcuffs were introduced about 10 years ago by the Shiamoto Security Corporation. They emit electromagnetic waves through the wrist rings and activate when they are locked in place. They only work on activated quirks only but are still sufficiently practical as useful as normal handcuffs!"

"Good boy, sit!" Midnight answered, a small wink downwards with her crop accentuating what she was saying.

Putting her down her notes onto the table she continued on: "So much for theory! I want you to get into your gym clothes and I see you down at field B for some practice."

She let the tip of her crop smack against the flat of her hands, the sound being the sign for the students to scramble to their feet and quickly do as they were told!

Ten minutes later, the class had assembled down on the training field, standing in a neat half circle around their teacher, who had rolled out a small cart with a few pairs of anti-quirk handcuffs.

"Ok, split into groups of two, we are going to practice putting the handcuffs on! Those, who don't have a mutation quirk, feel free to try and use your powers regardless! It's good to see how that kind of thing feels!" Midnight explained, as she looked over their students. "No need to fight just yet, we are just getting familiar with these."

Honestly, Izuku couldn't really take his eyes off them. There were many questions he had in his head. Sure, he had paid attention in class, everybody reacted differently to it and some quirks were even totally unaffected, most of which were those that changed your body, but how would it work with him? Did it affect One for All? After all it was something that was put on him later. How was it with those quirks that had the effect on the mind of the user... So many questions...

"Midoriya, I would appreciate it if you could focus on training instead of mumbling to yourself."

With that Iida was bringing his training partner back from the long winded corridors of his own mind. It was almost embarrassing, Izuku laughing awkwardly as he lowered his hand from his mouth, folding them apologetically in front of him.

"Sorry about that! So who is going to start with putting them on?" he asked carefully, being mindful to not get distracted by his own inner monologue again.

It was basically a coin toss, before they decided that Izuku should be the first, picking up the handcuffs from the cart. They were definitely a bit heavier than he anticipated. He could imagine that somebody could use them as light dumbbells for starting out, before he turned them around in his hands.

There were some helpful buttons on the thing, towards the center, allowing it to spread further apart or tighter together. Also some sliders to make the cuff parts bigger or smaller as well as an auto adjust button. Really a neat tool!"

Practice itself was somewhat unsurprising while using it in Iida. Putting him in handcuffs was fun enough, the self-adjust function being particularly useful in making sure you were closing the cuffs quickly around anybody's wrist, even if they were as thick as Iida's. Unsurprisingly, it was pretty much impossible for his friend to rev up the engines on his legs.

For a moment, Izuku saw Iida's eyes gloss over as he was trying really hard to get everything moving before he soberly noted: "As expected, no matter how hard you try, it is not possible to activate your quirk. What an impressive piece of technology."

Izuku couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the way his friend was phrasing that, before he was undoing the handcuffs and handing them to him. With that, Deku held out his hands, waiting for Iida to get the settings right, as he let him try around and experiment as well. After all, they wanted to become more familiar with that tool.

"Alright" the runner muttered as he laid the cuffs over Izuku's wrist. Checking if everything was right he then quickly snapped them shut over his wrist.

The effects were pretty immediate. Deku could feel a slight warmth creep over his wrist that definitely felt irritating at first. The feeling quickly crept over his whole body, getting worse and worse bit by bit until finally coming to an halt at his stomach. Slightly nauseous. As if he had lain in bed and jumped too fast?ENot bothersome but definitely uncomfortable.

"Ok now for trying to..." The moment he started pulling from his quirk it was like he had been gut punched. Nausea rose up his chest, he felt like he was about to throw up. The stronger he fought the feeling, the harder he tried to activate his quirk the worse it got. Then it got stuck in his throat, giving him absolutely no relief, his belly feeling like it was about to convulse but it just couldn't build up the strength to push him over the edge and fire out that thing that made him sick.

After a few more seconds of trying, he just gave up, sweat rolling down his forehead as the more he pulled back, the better he started feeling again. Looking up Iida, he gave him a slight nod before his cuffs were once again unlocked and this uncomfortable warmth disappeared.

"That was certainly... an experience..." Deku announced. Iida just nodded in agreement. There was little more to say to that. Still feeling the remnants of that uncomfortable feeling in his gut, he looked around. It was clear, some were definitely taken to this better than others. Somewhere having the same glazed gaze that he had seen on Iida's face. Others were just doing quite fine. Minetta was looking both amused and frustrated that the cuffs had difficulties becoming small enough for his thin arms. Overall, a mixed bag of reactions."

"Ok boys and girls! Now that everybody got their taste with the cuffs, we are going to do the next step. One of you will play the villain, the other one playing the hero and you will try and put handcuffs on each other. First without quirks, then with them! But no holding back, I want to see you trying!"

Midnight announced the moment she felt like they had enough time to really experiment around. Izuku would have preferred if she had given them a bit more time, because a threatening aura started to build up behind him, starting to loom over him, bit by bit, drawing closer.

"As you are holding the handcuffs right now, Midoriya, let's make this quick. I will play the villain at first!" Iida announced in his usual bombastic fashion. Izuku himself only turned slowly to face him, a clot building up in his throat as he felt his friend getting into his villain persona for these kinds of exercises. "Oh boy" Izu whispered under his breath as he got himself ready for this...

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"I am very sorry, Midoriya! I did not mean to go that far" At a perfect angle Iida was bowing before the couch, in the same strict and proper manner that one was used to from him by now. On said couch laid a very distraught Izuku, two cooling bags on his shoulders after the training. Definitely not the worst injury he had endured over the last year or so, but it still hurt.

Regardless, with an awkward smile he was just waving his hand. "It's fine. I know you had the best intentions." Midoriya said with a forgiving smile as he felt the cool sooth his overexerted joints. Having Iida as partner in a Hero/Villain training usually bore the risk of going just a tad bit too far.

Ochaco could only sympathetically smile at the two, knowing all too well, that if it didn't hit Izuku she would be the one that would lie on that very couch now, complaining about her aching shoulders. One day, Iida would learn not to give 110% all the time. Today was not that day.

"At least we got a free schedule this afternoon. Any plans you guys had?" she asked her friends, switching away from the topic of having a pair of aching shoulders.

Both boys didn't even get time to think about their response. Leaning over the back of the couch Denki inserted himself into the conversation:

"The gang and me are looking at the new arcade near the mall today. If you wanna you can tag along."

The Deku squad exchanged a few glances between each other before they just shrugged (a little ouch from Deku for that) before they agreed to come along. It sounded like a fun time at least.

With that decided they started packing up for the little trip, Izuku letting Iida do him the favor of grabbing his stuff while he was enjoying the last few minutes with the cooling bags soothing his pain before they got ready to go.

In the next few minutes all were lined up at the bos stop of the campus. Denki, Mina, Bakugo, Sero, Jiru, Eijiro, Izuku, Ochaco... and with that IIda was done counting the number of participants. Maybe some of them started regretting bringing their class rep along. Either way, they were on the bus sooner rather than later?On the way to the arcade!

"It's been a while since I've been at an arcade. Used to have one nearby where I lived when I was in middle school still" Sero started recounting. "It closed though, shortly before I graduated. Was a shame, really."

"We also had one nearby our school. But I really only went there with Kacchan when we were little." Deku chimed in from behind Serofs seat, somewhat timidly while he fondly remembered those few early birthday parties, when he was still invited, that ended before rows of gaming cabinets.

"Deku is the worst person to invite to the arcade," Bakugo boomed from the back row of the bus. gFirst, he will do absolutely nothing all day and cling to you like a leech until he finds one machine and then hogs that machine for the rest of the day! And even when you go home, he will still only talk about nothing else but that one damn game!?EClearly, he was remembering those times just as vividly as Izuku.

There were some giggles, most of them somewhat awkward over how tense the relationship between the two still was. Some were just giggling because of how?Ewell, Deku it was. It was not difficult to imagine that Izuku out of all people would sink himself way too deep into one game.

But the bus went on and as the chatter moved away from the past, they arrived at the mall and moved to the arcade as a closed group. Deku trailed at the back with Iida. Iida of course looking out so nobody was left behind.

Izuku, on the other hand, felt more like keeping a bit on the downlow. Sure, it wasn't really embarrassing what Kacchan revealed about him. Heck, even the fact that some laughed actually didn't hurt really. After all, he could tell there were no ill intentions. It was more the uncomfortable realization that he had done something like that without ever having really realized that. One might even call it guilt but from a time long gone" It was difficult to explain.

Either way, they ended up at the entrance of the arcade, everybody lining up nicely to charge up their point cards (Iida was pleased with how orderly everything was going) before they arranged the rest of their little adventure:

Everybody was allowed to go where they pleased. Should any issues arise, they would send it into the group chat. At 6 PM they would meet back up right there at the counter, where they were currently talking in front of.

And with that the group dispersed into the long halls of the arcade, disappearing into the land of games and gimmicks, each into their small, little groups. That left behind Iida, Ochaco and Izuku.

"Well, I guess we get going too?" Uraraka suggested as she started to lead the two boys into the dim hall of the arcade. Discussions started pretty immediately, which games she should decide on.

"... I didn't buy as many points. I wanna make them count!" She explained with her face in concentrated furrows as she stood in front of a "Dance Dance Revolution" machine, looking at the two foot pads... It was really fun she knew that. But playing alone? No way, and asking either of those two.... no, that might come across as weird.

"You know, you could have asked, if you wanted to loan. We are out to have fun and you do not need to hold back."Izuku offered with his ever kind smile on his face. Really, it would not be a big deal and he already knew what her response would be?Ebut it felt wrong not to mention it at least.

"Ah, no, no worries. It would feel wrong to borrow money for something so trivial." she shot the offer down with a handwave, a somewhat awkward smile on her face. This felt a bit played in at this point, a small ritual they practiced each time they went out somewhere. It was one of these strange ticks of wanting to help and somebody who doesn't want to be helped.

"Let's move on or we are going to take root here." Iida said after a moment of contemplation as they continued through the narrow hallways, flanked by potentially interesting games on either side. Talking was becoming increasingly difficult, though. The space between the arcade machines was rather narrow and only could comfortably fit two people walking next to each other.

And then there was the fact that walls were swallowing a lot of sound. If you were not right next to each other it was really hard to understand what the other person was saying. So all things considered, this was perfect for a pair of two to enjoy their day at the arcade, undisturbed by the many people that were around them... strangely intimate.

However, right now, it made Izuku feely strangely isolated. As it was right now, Iida and Ochaco were the pair walking next to each other. In part, because Iida was more prone to talk, in other part, because after what he heard on the bus, Izuku tried his hardest to not repeat the sins of the past... and somehow that meant that when they were walking he ended up trailing behind his two friends.

It was somewhat ironic. Over the last few months, he had definitely started gaining a lot more confidence and he felt more and more at home with his friends. Still, old habits seem to die hard. Especially when you brought up the past. His mind wandered back a little, knowing he was a bit too stuck in his own mind... yet he hardly could help himself. Before he even realized it really he had fallen behind a few steps behind his friends, who were seemingly debating something very intensely.

He stepped forward, about to call out to the two, when suddenly a hand started to run around his face, pushing onto his mouth. He could hardly even react, think before something round and hard was pressing into his back. it didn't need much to figure out what was pressing into his back. Instantly, Izuku raised his hands, showing that he was unharmed while he could feel the barrel of the gun rub against his spine.

"It's so good to see you, Izu~~~" a sweet, excited voice purred right into his ear from behind. A voice he knew... especially in situations like that...

"Himiko Toga?" he muttered carefully into her hand, just earning himself a giggle while she gently lowered her hand from his mouth down to his throat. "Say that again, please~" she cooed

Feeling sweat running down his skin, he took a deep breath. Might as well humor her... it worked before.

"Himiko To-'' he started before he heard a quiet squee coming from the girl standing behind him, feeling her breath against his neck as she leaned a bit closer, feeling the edge of the gun press a bit harder into him. "Uhuhuhu~, i like it when you say my name."

Just as she was saying that, something went through his head. This was Himiko Toga. He had never seen her use a gun. And it was not just one instance of meeting her. She always used a knife, didn't she? She used one last time too...

Carefully Izuku strained his eyes to look as much to the side as he possibly could... From the corner of his vision he could see a cabinet for a rail shooter. Maybe it was a bit of a gamble, but if he would look down, he was pretty sure that one of the toy guns they use for controls would be missing... and the cable they were attached to would lead right to the girl behind him.

He took a deep breath, his hands shaking from all the adrenalin basically boiling in his blood. It was a bit of a gamble but what he was about to do. "I am going to move..." he announced.

Slowly he moved his hands, reaching to his throat, where he could still feel her fingers curled around his neck, not enough to hurt, for now, but definitely made him think twice about moving fast. Gently, slowly, he laid his hand over hers. He exhaled, realizing he had held his breath up until now, before deciding to push forward the moment he noticed no resistance coming from the girl behind him.

"I am going to turn around." he added after a moment. Leading her hand away from his neck he started diving under his own arm as he kept holding onto her hand as he turned bit by bit until he finally faced her. Golden eyes stared at him, her smile becoming wider and wider... somehow he got the feeling she was expecting something. For a moment, he was lost, just staring back at her as the only thing going through his head was the relief of seeing that she was indeed just holding a toy gun.

A moment passed and Toga just seemed content with looking at him, letting all that just had happened sink in, before suddenly purred out: "I also like it when Izu's holding my hand~"

Like a hammer, that strange realization hit Izuku right in the gut, his eyes widening, his heart skipping a beat. The strange realization that he was holding hands with her came some out of nowhere that it threw him for a loop. He already could feel blood rushing up into his head, his cheeks start glowing bright red, while he tried to let go of her hand, but it did not seem like Toga was going to give him that luxury. With a wide smile on her face she held tight onto him, humming happily as she scooted just a little bit closer.

"What are you doing here?" Izuku kind of blurted out of nowhere, his eyes frantically checking between her face and their hands. Just when he thought he was sweating before... Honestly, you would think that knowing that you are not in immediate danger would calm you down, but if anything his heartbeat was just increasing with every passing moment.

"Oh Izu~" she really liked saying his name, it seemed. "I could ask you the same thing."

Somehow, that was quite the surprising answer. He had no idea why, but the thought that a villain would go somewhere for amusement and fun... it did not occur to him before.

"S-so..." he tried to continue, but honestly he had nothing. What was he supposed to say now? He still stood there with her pretty close to him, his fingers still intertwined with hers. He was not sure if he had suddenly dropped out of all nervousness or if his anxiety had transcended to the point, where he was just looking at her with his mouth agape, wrestling for words.

Then the thought occurred to him that somebody could see them like that together. Would they know? What if his friends were seeing him like this? They WOULD know that he was sure now. How could he explain to him what happened. Could he explain it? Sure, this was very much a similar situation to that he was in just before the training camp but... really that was not it.

He probably had been silent for a little bit too long, because she was tilting her head, clearly trying to get in his head somehow. There was at least the distinct feeling that she was looking right through him right now. But he couldn't do the same. He stared in her golden eyes and just... he couldn't quite understand what was going on behind them. If anything, there was just the distinct feeling that he was not actually in danger right now, that holding a toy gun to his back was just her sense of humor...

But apparently, Toga had had it with just waiting around. With a hum she turned slightly towards the booth, tugging on his hand until he came closer to her once more, still feeling the anxiety but at this point he was just complicit.

"So... since introductions are out of the way. Have you ever played this game?" She asked, as she twirled the toy gun in her hands, standing just a tiny bit behind him to lean a bit closer to him.

It took him a bit of looking. But honestly, it didn't take a genius to figure out what this game was about even if he hadn't heard of it before. A rail shooter, for one or two players, since there were two controllers. From the look of the banner, he could guess something along the lines of a military shooter, where you would play as some action star. Not usually the kind of game he would go for.

"Can't say that I have." he admitted. He thought about maybe elaborating on it, but he didn't even get to finish that thought as Toga pushed the controller into his hands, putting her palms around his fingers to make him grab the gun with a big, toothy grin. "Then let's try it out, Izuuu~"

Before he could really say anything she had snuck behind him and laid her arms around him and her chin onto his shoulder. It felt a little bit weird. After all he was a bit taller than her, meaning she had to balance herself on her toes. Well and then there was the fact that she was pushing herself against his back in such an... intimate way. The way she put her weight on him, trusting him to not just suddenly move or step aside.

Somewhere in his head he just came to the conclusion that he felt way more nervous about this than he should be. But it didn't really help that; "I am not really that good at shooter games..." he confessed as she pushed the controller into his hands, closing her fingers around his hands. This was not helping at all!

"They are still fun, right?" Toga asked, more so whispering in his ear instead of saying out loud. Izuku stopped for a moment, thinking. She had a point, he supposed. Trying to reason back was haard, because he got nothing really. Were they fun? He hadn't tried playing anything like this for such a long time that he honestly had no idea, really!

"Not really sure." He finally managed to press out. In response, Toga just raised her hands, wordlessly starting up the game for the both of them. The game loudly announced its title and went to a screen, just the stereotypical image of someplace in an arid desert. In the middle of the screen appeared a crosshair that started following the movements of the controller, right now bobbing in place from Izuku's shaking hands. Well, it seemed like Toga made him figure out if those kinds of games were fun to him!

The first enemies started to appear on screen, his hands jerking in the right direction to press the trigger on the toy gun. Bang! and that soldier keeled over dramatically, earning him a giggle into his ear, by the girl learning so close to him. Before he could even process that giggle, she had moved his hand into position for the next enemy appearing, leaving him to only have to push the trigger once more.

Somehow this was the way their teamwork was going to work out. She moved the gun and Izuku would jerk to shoot. Here and there he earned himself a giggle from her, tickling the back of his ears, especially when there was a particularly gory kill on screen. There was some enjoyment in hearing her laugh like that even if it was maybe not what he would call wholesome. It was just a different kind of carefree, a shred of humanity that he had not experienced to this degree. After all, there was nobody here to fool, like she might have had to last time.

Though, like all good things, this too had to come to an end. As well as they might work together, here and there an enemy appeared faster than they could react and shot them before they could do him the favor. GAME OVER!!! Well it was certainly fun as long as it lasted. Their points flashed across the screen. The leaderboard asked for the 3 letters to indicate how well they matched up to everyone else.

Before he could even think about it, Toga had already positioned the toy, hammering in IZU into the machine before finally, and quickly, let go of his hands, positively as she was practically vibrating in place. "That was fun! Is there anything you come out here to play?"

Izuku was just in the process of putting back the controller, still thinking on what just happened, as he mindlessly aped: "Anything I want to play?"

He honestly didn't really think about it. Just like everybody else in his group he had come here with no expectation with what this arcade had to offer, so that question left him a bit off balance. The fact that she implied that she was now with him somehow managed to fly completely over his head.

"I got nothing planned, really" he admitted. For a moment she just smiled widely, before reaching once more for his hand, dragging him away without needing to say another word. Walking along the cabinets she would stop here and there, looking around then looking at him, her eyes wide open in excitement. Somehow that reminded him a bit of cats, walking in front of you but stopping ever so often if you were following them despite being just a footstep behind them.

While she was clearly keeping her eyes out for something, something came to Izuku's mind, making him look around attentively as they essentially retraced his steps before she had found him. A few cabinets he had already seen along the way, a rhythm game or two, whose flashy logos had stuck in his mind... Oh!

Toga almost fell backwards as Izuku abruptly stopped in his tracks. Seemed like he had found something. Standing in front of the dancing platform, he chewed on his words a lit bit before asking: "Would you like to try this one out with me?"

A light blush appeared on his face as the realization of what he had just asked went through his head. It kinda had just come out in that moment without any thought, thinking only about that it might be fun... but of course there was more to it. This was what turned this accidental, little uncomfortable meeting into something else entirely.

It was not lost on her either. A flush on her cheeks and that wide grin on her face again; She definitely got the message he had unintentionally and thoughtlessly sent. Her fingers curled a little bit tighter around his hand and with a quick "Yes, of course!" they were already on top of the dancing pads, looking at the shared screen.

"Any song you would like to try?" Izuku asked, gallantly trying to ask for her favorites before his own, whatever those might turn out to be. He was fairly confident in his ability to dance, thinking back to the choreography they had practiced in for the culture festival. Even if that had been a hasty affair back then.

After a little bit of consideration. Toga just shook her head. "Anything that you are okay with, I am too!" Meanwhile, with her hands on the railing, she already was testing the foot pedals a little, hearing the satisfying register sound. Seemed like she was more than eager to start!

Flicking through the list, they settled, or rather he asked about it and she enthusiastically nodded, on a rather generic rock song that he had occasionally heard on the radio. It seemed easy enough.

The song started playing, the screen jumped to a split screen for the both of them as a countdown started flashing in rhythm. Then arrows. Many many arrows! And quite fast too! It seriously caught Izuku off guard at first, not hitting the first few inputs, leaving him to struggle to get back into the rhythm for a few moments before he finally got a hang of it, just in the knick of time before the health bar on top of his screen fell to zero.

Quickly he started to realize why there was a railing behind the platform. Holding onto it, it was a lot easier to quickly move your feet since you didn't have to move all of your weight to step on the buttons. It felt like at times it was otherwise downright impossible to move quickly enough. Leaning back more and more, he was practically sitting on it as he fought to make not too many mistakes.

By the time the song was over, he had started working up a bit of a sweat, feeling his breath deepening a little already. He really didn't expect that this game, and particularly this song, was so intense...

"Oh, that was fun!" Toga announced from the side, standing there with a positively elated expression on her face. Sure, she too had worked up a bit of sweat running down her brow, but she seemed to take to this much quicker than Izuku.

Still left a little bit breathless, Izuku looked over to this excited bundle of energy that Toga currently was and just offered. "Want to try a song on your own?"

He was not sure if that was okay with her. After all, she seemed somewhat insistent before doing things together. But as worried as he might be that she was not going to like it, it seemed like she was quite open to the idea.

Finger against her chin, she scrolled to the different songs. For a moment there was a wordless silence as the different song previews blared from the speakers. It took her a little, hovering over one particular song before she shook her head and moving on.

"What would you like to see me dance to?" she asked after a few more moments of scrolling around aimlessly.

Izuku was taken aback for a moment. That simply sounded so wrong. Somewhat suggestive even. There was a bit of excitement bubbling up inside of him and in equal, maybe bigger, parts shame for even thinking of it in that way.

"Uhm... I... no idea." He more-or-less blurted out before taking a good look at the screen again. There were a bunch of good songs, of course, but it seemed like she had put all the way of the decision onto him, as if it was his enjoyment that mattered. And that made him feel weird all over again.

"How about you try that one?" He sugged rather meekshily as he scrolled to the song in question for her, earning him a grin and a wink as she pressed the button to select the song and stood up straight again, hands going away from the railing and instead straight away from her body while cooing:

"Watch me closely, Izu~!" just when the song started up its into and the first arrows started to appear on screen.

So he did. He watched as she put on a concentrated pout and started stepping around, dancing about on the little dance square square provided. Watching the many hits and the few misses, but most importantly, he was watching her.

There were a few things that occurred to him in that moment: For one, Toga was actually pretty cute. Somehow in his guts he had of course always known it. However, normally his brain was so occupied by the danger she exuded, that the thought that he could feel himself getting drawn to her somehow did not register.

But now that he could see it this obviously: A girl so excitable, so energetic.... he couldn't help but stare a little, being drawn in by the way she danced around the platform. A few more thoughts were going through to his. A few more things that he could neither describe nor put into words, while the song was coming to its last beats. A few more steps and she was done, holding her balance on her toe tips as she waited for her score in eager anticipation.

Izuku felt the heat in his face rise out of nowhere. He could not quite place his finger onto why. Maybe the aftereffect of resting after dancing so much. The tingling in his belly told him almost immediately that he was lying to himself.

The screen flashed for a moment before displaying her score in bold letters. With a big grin on her face, she turned towards him, holding up her hands in victory. "Well, how did I do~?" She asked with cheeky confidence.

There was probably something smart to say in this situation, maybe something witty, but nothing would to his mind right now. He just felt the flush on his face rise further ,every part of his body pulling around his heart as if it was trying to try and stop it from growing three times just from looking at this girl.

Out of nowhere he suddenly felt like he was jerked back to reality harshly. Right, she was still waiting for his response, didn't she? Hastily looking at her score then back to her, he just blurted out: "Amazing!"

Probably a bit louder than necessary, but he preferred it over letting her sit in awkward silence even if he felt even more weird now.

"Well, that was fun. Come, Izuku, let's try some other games too!" Toga announced with a satisfied grin on her face. Walking over to him she expected her to just grab his arm and drag him off like had done before, but no... Holding out her hand she impatiently happened from one foot to the other.

Once more their fingers entwined, the third time now... just that it felt different to the other two times for Izuku. This time it felt warmer, more... appreciated. Sure, there was still nervousness and the fact that there was a certain discomfort in the closeness, but it felt good to walk with her hand in hand.

"How often do you come to the mall?" Izuku asked after a few moments of quietly searching the next game they could enjoy together. He didn't really know why he asked. Did he want to see her more or less? Come here more often or avoid it altogether for safety...

"Whenever i have time and money. So not that often. If people see me anywhere too regularly, it would become too much of a hassle, so I am here sporadically." She explained surprisingly freely and casually. The implications... the situation she was in; none of that was lost on him right now.

For a moment, he thought of bringing it up to her more clearly but he decided against it. He already understood; there was no point for asking for any further clarification.

"Any other places you usually go to?" He inquired instead, stopping in front of a puzzle game, looking at it with interest for a moment before moving on. He was in company. Not the time for a puzzle game.

"There is this burger restaurant somewhere on the edge of the mall... I have been there only once, but... the burgers there were so good. Really juicy too~ It was also nice and dim there, so I could stay around for a bit longer instead of just having to stop and go as fast as I could."

Izuku had known before that she was excitable, but this was just a bit different. Mostly, because what they were having right now was an actual, real conversation. Not some kind of play pretend. No mother would believe that she was his girlfriend or anybody else. Just her talking about something she liked to him.

"Haven't been there before..." He replied, a gentle smile sneaking onto his lips. "Maybe..."

That was about as far as he got with his words, with his thoughts. A loud cry disturbed the two, the sound of a tiny body dropping onto the floor. Izuku instantly started looking around. It didn't take long for him to find the source of those noises. To his left, right in the middle of a crossway a little boy had thrown himself onto the ground in frustration, his whole body quaking as he tried to keep the wailing inside, even if it seemed like it could burst out at any moment.

Without losing even a moment of thought about it, he was by the boy's side, one hand gently on his back. It was clear the toddler couldn't hold it any longer. Tears streamed down that tiny face, his mouth twitched all the way down and just before the bawling began, he started reaching to the closest thing for comfort... which in this case was, of course, Izuku.

Clinging to him like a little monkey, couldn't help but pick him up, consoling by stroking him gently over his head, rocking him gently while he tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Looking back at Toga, he found an unreadable expression on her face, her golden eyes seemingly having gone twice as wide as before, observing him and the boy close... to an uncomfortable degree. Honestly, he just hoped that he didn't just piss her off by suddenly jumping into action.

"I want my mommy!!!" The cry went off right next to his ear like a bomb. He knew that no matter what, that this kid demanded his full attention right now and no was not an answer anymore. An apologetic glance towards the girl he started patting the boy's back while rocking him up and down gently.

"Hey, hey... it's okay. Can you tell us where your mom might be?" Izuku asked calmly over the constant "Weh!" that was seemingly overshadowing every other sound in the arcade. Again he tried to repeat his question but he couldn't get a single bit of info out of the boy. At least until...

"I think I found something..." he felt somebody tugging at his shirt, drawing his attention away from the toddler. Once more he was looking at those wide, golden eyes, with no idea how to read what was happening behind them. But her gaze made him follow hers, down to the belt of the boy.

A small shield was attached there, a number handwritten onto it with a small message: "Hello, my name is Chonchi. I've lost my mom. Please call at this number:"

WHat a smart mother! Also probably meant, that this was probably not the first time this happened. Still, an easy solution to their problem!

"Great job, Toga!" he praised her, a wide, beaming smile on his face. "Can you call her for me, while I try to keep him calm?"

The corners of her mouth twitched lightly, not as much as he was to though. Shaking her head though, she explained: "Can't. I don't have my phone on me." Still showing that puzzling expression.

"Oh, no problem. You can use mine. It's in my left pocket." He explained turning the side towards her while she just wordlessly nodded. A little bit of eye contact, her expression changed back to that wide, toothy grin and a twinkle of mischief shone through her eyes as she reached for his phone.

The moment he felt her touch on the inside of his pocket he realized how strange what he said was. The twinkle of mischief had told him as much, honestly. Just for that moment his hero attitude wavered, giving for the part of him that was still a teenage boy that just offered a girl, he just found out was really, really cute, rummaging in his pocket for his phone... and she actually went for it.

The fact that she was taking longer than necessary just made his blood rough through his body even faster. Despite the toddler blaring and screaming at full lungs right next to his ear, his focus was entirely absorbed by the subtle touch against his thigh, the rush of his heat and the tingle that exploded from every single spot up into his belly.

While Toga successfully pulled out his phone, all he could do was stand there, mechanically rocking the boy up and down, aping the notion of trying to calm the child down. His mind, however, lingered on the feeling in his stomach. On the one hand, he definitely liked maybe this went too far... on the other hand, fireworks and volcanoes were the orchestra in his guts to the rapid drumming of his heart.

In the meantime, Toga had started fumbling with his phone. Maybe a little longer than he expected. With a concentration expression on her face she pushed on the screen as she struggled to make a call with it, it seemed.

"If you swipe to the right in the lock screen, it should give you a number pad." Izuku explained after a few more moments, earning him an atypical sweet smile. With that figured out she hammered in the number and pressed the phone against her ear, looking at him in awkward anticipation, while he tried to keep the toddler as quiet as he could.

"Yes? Hello, we have a toddler here, with your number on his belt... yes... of course... yes... yes... no, no problem.... yes... yes, we can go there." So it seemed like Toga was very decent at handling the phone call, her expression imitating somebody with a lot more maturity than either of them had. Mouth pulled down and brows pulled up with a polite smile finishing the look.

If the situation would have been different he might have found that amusing. Like that he was more so occupied bouncing in place while he watched her finish the call, eager to figure out what had been said on the other side of the line.

With a little sigh, she finally put the phone down, looking right at him before explaining: "The mom is going to wait at the claw machine cause they apparently are at an easy to spot location because they are one end of the arcade hall."

She made a short pause, eye contract unbroken still as she raised the phone back up. "Do you want me to hold onto it for the time being or do you want me to stuff it back in?"

Instantly he felt blood rush into his head, like steam was going to explode from his ears. Not only because he realized how much she was clearly flirting with him, but she pretty much confirmed that she noticed how much getting the phone had gotten to him.

"I-if you... you could hold onto it... I would... I would really appreciate that." he managed to stutter awkwardly, feeling like his collar was suddenly a tad bit too tight. Somehow she seemed happy about that response. But with that out of the way he turned to leave, looking for the claw machine... maybe also just trying to change the topic.

Going through the rows of machines for a little, it seemed like Toga quickly got tired of just walking next to Izuku. Not even though that kid was still crying tears and snot into his shoulder, that would not stop her from being close to him. Even if he had no hand free, she could still hook herself under his arm, leaning onto him as much as possible.

He could feel how much she was pushing him. It was pretty clear that was getting into his comfort zone, whichever way she could think of without scaring him off or getting the child to become even louder. Honestly, he did not really really know when she would overstep his limits. Conflicting emotions... on the one hand, it was uncomfortable , on the other, incredibly exhilarating, incredibly intimate like wading together through the dark, seeing when they would finally hit a wall. At what point did she push too far? Not even himself knew.

However, true enough, the claw machines were really not hard to find. Basically just walking away from the entrance the whole time made him find a whole row of them on the wall. Now, it was just a question of either finding the mom or waiting for her right there.

"At least, he stopped crying" Toga mentioned somewhat dryly, still clinging to Izuku's arm while looking at the kid with his whole face sunk against his shoulder, small hands bunched up around the cloth of his shirt. ONly an occasional hiccup showed that the kid had not fallen asleep.

"He probably had to get all that out of his system. Now he just tired." Izuku guessed, still occasionally rocking him lightly up and down, although he had to admit his arms started to ache somewhat from carrying the toddler around. But he didn't want to risk stirring the kid up by putting him down somewhere.

"We kinda look cute this way, aren't we?" Toga asked after a few too many minutes of waiting, having changed to leaning more so against one of the plastic boxes, hands crossed behind her back while she impatiently shifted her weight around heels. Clearly, that was getting boring very quickly to her.

"What do you mean?" he followed up, standing there attentively looking out for a woman that looked somehow similar to the kid in his arms, maybe somebody that looked a bit more distressed. Admittedly, he got a little bit bored, so talking with Toga was more than welcomed. Now, if only the first words coming from her mouth wouldn't immediately turn his cheeks bright red.

"Oh you know, when we were walking... me on one arm and a child in the other. Like a teenager that went too far too quickly but they stuck it out together either way." She explained herself, with her hands suddenly bashfully pressed against her cheeks, framing her face. Somehow he had the feeling that she was teasing him... and well, it was working. Then again, there was a light bit of red on her face, making him wonder if that was something she was actually fantasising about... that he did not know how to feel about.

"I-if you say so..." was the only thing he reasonably could respond to this. Well, despite everything it was still Toga. He better kept that in mind, even if that image of her was shifting even as they just stood there.

"I think I am seeing someone" she interrupted his thoughts before he could come to any kind of conclusion. Following her gaze, the woman really jumped out to him too, now that he had seen her. A rather small woman, pushing herself through the crowd, bouncing up and down as she tried to look over the shoulders of the people in front of her to orientate herself... somehow she reminded Izuku of his own mother a little bit.

As she came closer and closer, the reason for this whole mishap became quite clear, quite quickly. Pulled along by her was another child, maybe a year or two older than what he presumed was the sibling of the toddler he was holding. It did not much to imagine the situation of one kid going one way and the other staying behind or walking the other way... probably the nightmare of any parent, but unfortunately somewhat unavoidable at times.

The moment she spotted the teens she hurried over to them, while they were just waving and (at least Toga) jumping up and down to make sure she could not miss them. The exchange afterwards was quick and painless. The mother thanked them and apologized for bothering them by not looking after her child properly, before they slowly pried the now sleeping kid off of Izuku's shoulder before they could part ways.

"Well, that was something..." Toga noted, the moment the little family was out of earshot, her expression having gone from polite girl to something... a bit more annoyed. It kinda just occurred to Izuku, that she was cooperative to the whole affair way more because of him, than because of her own drive. Something that he was not sure how to feel about, but something deep down basically seemed to either gloss over the fact or forgave her immediately.

"Yup... definitely... So what now?" he asked, rolling his aching shoulder a little bit. Not a good day for his favorite pair of joints.

"We are already here, aren't we?" She noted, the happy energy from before quickly returning to her as she nodded over her shoulder towards the claw machines. "You could make this a proper date and get me something, Izu~"

And there she went and said out loud, what was quietly the undercurrent of this whole thing. Yep, this was a date alright. It might have started out somewhat weirdly but it was a date without doubt. Even if it left him suddenly holding his breath as if she was going to say "Just kidding" at any moment now.

But the "just kidding" didn't come. So he was left there, standing in the realization that this was his first proper date with any girl as he turned towards the many, many claw machines behind them. Rows of toys and plushes lining the area.

"Anything in particular you want?" he resolved himself to ask, feeling tingly all over as he realized he basically just admitted to date now fully, without any wiggle room for just making it "an accidental meeting" or anything of sorts. No, this was implicitly and explicitly a date.

"Hmmm..." she hummed looking through the row of boxes before pointing. "How about that one?" She asked, with a grin, pointing towards a plush of an orange cat with golden eyes. Honestly, he wondered why that didn't jump out to him immediately as well.

"... al-alright then." he stepped closer to the machine, letting the card charge the points. "Wish me luck... i guess?" Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew he was starting to behave weirdly. On the other hand. He really had not much control over it. There was so much to process at once the moment, she got a bit more explicit. Of course, he should not be surprised given their other interactions, but... he was agreeing to it right now. That was the part that really threw him for a loop.

With a lot of jingles, the machine came to life, the claw started to move... With a deep breath, Izuku started to concentrate, carefully pressing the buttons while he tried to commit himself to the task at hand. Maybe that could banish the whirlwind going through his head at that moment. At least momentarily...

Maybe it was better that he did. After all, claw machines were... something. Incredibly difficult, unpredictable, sometimes moving in ways that you would not expect and other descriptors of that likeness; with a big frown on his face he had made several attempts to get that golden eyed cat, while Toga was casually coming closer and closer, softly cheering him on from the side.

"Almost got it~! Next time you get it for sure." She purred into his ear until finally, with his fingers starting to feeling kinda tingly, he started to make promises to her encouragement. The claw finally had hooked itself into one of the paws, slowly dragging it upwards, slowly carefully. With shaky motions it was slowly hovering itself towards the reward chute.

Thunk, click, clack... at this point, Izuku already had started to relax. The cat dropped down, the sensor opened the chute and there it was! This had been way more stressful than he had expected from such a silly little machine. Who made them this difficult? This was stupid!

"You did it! You did it!" he heard from the side as he felt a pair of arms wrapping tight around his chest, pulling him close, a warm embrace mixed with the sudden up and down as Toga was bouncing in place. And there it rushed all back into him.

There was only so much distraction could do to let you ignore the fact that your heart was beating up your throat, the fact that all the time a cold sweat was trying to contain the heat that was rushing through your entire body and the butterflies that were flying around your belly in a rapid frenzy. Honestly, he did not even mind it that much. There was a dopey smile on his face as he bounced a little bit with her, just as there was a healthy sum of fear of the feelings that were boiling up in him.

With shaky hands, he reached into the machine and carefully pulled out the stuffed toy like it was a prized treasure. It was really just a simple thing, but it was something he had seen in movies, something he had glanced at when passing the TV, or what he read in mangas while he was trying to act like romance was not that interesting to him, when he was in that age... and now he was doing that himself.

Maybe he was overthinking this, of course, but honestly, he could not stop thinking about these things when he turned towards the blond haired girl that had started conjuring all this up for him.

"F-for you..." he said with the biggest case of "speaking before thinking" as he held the orange cat out for her.

Toga just replied with a big grin on her face, her eyes softening from their usual expression to a gentle expression he had not really seen on her before. Gently she hugged it, pressing it against her cheek and let the softness grace her skin. For a moment, she was focused on that feeling before she looked back to Izuku, stepping closer.

"Thank you, Izu~" she purred into his ear as she leaned so close her mouth was right next to his ear, before turning slightly to press a kiss onto his cheek.

He thought he knew what fires could rage in his body. He thought he knew how his blood could boil. He thought he knew hard everything in the body could squeeze together... but nothing quite could have prepared him for the onstorm of what just happened. He went stiff in a second, every muscle tensed, color shot up into his head so fast he had no idea that was even physically possible while his heart felt like it was leaping out of his chest, green sparks suddenly flying for a split second... Any more and he probably would have jumped through the roof of the building, catapulted by the sudden explosion going off in his heart.

"S-so what e-else would you want to do?" For the third time, he tried the tactic of distracting himself, but... already he could tell he was not exactly working. His hand traced his cheek again and again, making his whole body shiver at that memory that was burning itself into his brain permanently.

"Mmmh, don't know. Let's look around!" The simplest answer from her. Fingers locked together and time became a whirl. Flashing colors, moving pieces and so many more things that made his head spin. Toga did know how to press his buttons, to keep him on edge with the way she was keeping to him, and keeping him paying attention to her, no matter how much he shied away from it at first.

When the time came for it to stop, he already felt lightheaded. In a great many ways, he was exhausted, but at the same time brimming with energy. But the clock didn't lie... finishing the last game, he confirmed that the numbers on the screen of his phone were indeed showing the correct time.

"I think I need to go..." he announced in a weird voice. Suddenly he felt... deflated. Reality slowly had found its way back into his head. There was a world outside of these games and a place where the fact that he was standing peacefully next to Toga would have raised more than a few eyebrows. A world, where this cute girl next to him was a coldblooded killer. And it was not like he did not know that. It just came back to him at this very inopportune time.

"Awww, well, I should probably go too. The others probably already wondered what I am up to." And it sounded so normal, if it wasn't for the fact, that the 'others' were the most dangerous group of terrorists and villains in the country. So what to do from there? Should he do something, probably, but... there was a certain weight on his heart about that.

"So... yeah..." What should he say to her now? Goodbye? See you around? Until next time? All of these seemed terribly morbid all of the sudden. Maybe he should do that anyways, just to not ruin the mood completely? The fact that there was a switch inside of him, that flicked so quickly from euphoria to anxiety somewhat worried him.

"I had a lot of fun today, Izu~" she started out, gently drawing close to him, arms stretched out already to him. "Maybe one day, we will be able to repeat it."

With that she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug, something she hesitantly reciprocated. This was, not that bad really. It just felt all kinds of weird right now. Although he had to admit, the cat plush that was currently pressing into the small of his back, was so much more preferable to the knives, to the toy gun... It was much softer. And somehow his mind latched onto that a little.

"Yeah maybe." he answered with his voice feeling weirdly heavy. Toga grinned her typical grin, from one ear to the other with mischief written all over her face as they parted, giving him a small wave. And as soon as he blinked... she was gone. He could not quite tell how she did it, but she had stepped into the crowd and disappeared completely.

Somehow the room, despite all the people he was surrounded by, suddenly felt strangely lonely. Once again he looked down at the clock on his phone... yeah it was time. Maybe, when he was back with his friends, this little pit in his heart would disappear... And with that he navigated back to their meeting point.

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