#class 1a as certified dumbasses

[qitwrites]

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One for all is a devastatingly strong quirk. Class 1A has seen Deku break both his legs and both his arms on multiple occasions just from the repercussions of his strength and his body’s inability to keep up. They’ve seen him punch a robot the size of a building into oblivion, they’ve seen him smash rocks and concrete into smithereens, and they’ve seen the way he uses the wind from the aftermath of his kicks to create powerful long-range attacks.

Midoriya’s quirk is like strong strong.

So naturally, he becomes the official class 1A jar opener.

It starts with Aoyama. There’s a jar of ricotta cheese that he cannot seem to get into and Kirishima offers to open it for him.

‘Thank you, monsieur,’ Aoyama says with a grateful bow.

‘No problemo, my dude,’ Kirishima grins. He wraps his fingers around the lid and twists, expecting the lid to just pop off because that’s what always happens. Kirishima usually applies the lightest pressure against a lid, and it melts like butter in his fingers. Kirishima has, in his limited years, never met a jar that’s bested him.

Literally nothing happens. He tries again, adding a bit more pressure. The lid doesn’t budge in the slightest. It doesn’t begin to loosen, to twist in the direction of the force, that tell-tail pop as it slips off the ridges. It sits there, like a rock.

Kirishima tries one last time, with all the strength he can muster, just shy of activating his quirk. It’s a fine line, and if his quirk does activate, he knows he can open this jar. He also knows it will shatter, which defeats the purpose. Because like, if Aoyama didn’t care about the condition of the cheese, he could’ve thrown the jar against the wall himself to break it. Kirishima twists and pries and yanks, groaning and grunting with the effort.

Apparently, Ricotta cheese is going to defeat him. The thought is humbling, to say the least.

Tsuyu walks by to grab some dried crickets and offers to try. Kirishima hands it over with a defeated sigh, and Tsuyu does the same- she twists and yanks and pries and nothing. Even Dark Shadow decides its worth a shot when Tokoyami walks by them, and they watch as the night creature shrieks and trills and fails miserably.

Dark Shadow hands the jar back to Kirishima.

‘What is up with this thing?’ Kirishima grumbles, staring at the jar incredulously. He tries again, and it feels no different. This jar of cheese seems to have defeated 4 different pro-heroes-in-training.

They don’t hear Midoriya walk into the kitchen until he opens the refrigerator. Midoriya, oblivious to the agony of those around him, takes a few sips of orange juice before popping the bottle back inside. He’s preoccupied with thoughts of the math problems they’d studied earlier that day, so he’s a bit startled when 4 pairs of eyes are trained on him.

‘Yes?’ he asks, chuckling nervously.

Kirishima holds out the jar. ‘Open please.’

Midoriya shoots him a puzzled smile but takes the jar. He wraps his non-dominant hand around the lid and twists and-

And the damn thing just pops open. He doesn’t stutter. He doesn’t make a face or groan or pry. He twists, gently, and the lid is off. And he’s using his non-dominant hand.

Midoriya hands the jar back to Kirishima, his smile soft and confused and warm.

Nobody says anything.

‘Anything else?’ Midoriya ventures. They all shake their heads. He shrugs, waves goodbye, and makes his way back to his room.

Kirishima gives the jar to Aoyama and they proceed to spend the next 10 minutes squealing in wonderment.

Tales of Midoriya’s jar opening feat spreads like wildfire. The entire year knows by the end of the day, and Midoriya is blissfully unaware because all he really wants to do is finish his stupid math assignment so he can grab dinner with the gang.

After that, it sort of becomes his thing. Bottles of dried fruit, jams, cheese, and condiments are offered to him, and the freckled boy simple takes what is offered, twists, and boom, it’s open.

Midoriya doesn’t even realize it until a few weeks later, when a jar of pickles is pushed into his hands while he’s debating hero agency laws with Iida. Midoriya doesn’t blink- he takes the jar offered to him, pops it open, hands it back. It’s a quick, practiced thing at this point. When Iida stops talking and his hands pause mid-air, that’s when Midoriya realizes what he’s just done, that’s when his actions sink in.

He thinks it over and then offers Iida a helpless smile and a shrug. He really doesn’t mind it at all.  

Iida blinks at him before diving right back in, and they debate back and forth, voices loud as they gesticulate frantically. It’s a familiar sight.

Sero even offers him a jar that’s been super glued shut while Midoriya is watching footage of a mount lady fight. It doesn’t faze him at all. Kirishima records the entire thing.

On a random Thursday night, Midoriya finds himself alone in the common room, watching re-runs of old All Might movies. He’s seen them so many times by now but that doesn’t matter- he’s still glued to the screen, the world fading into darkness.

A cold glass jar is pushed into his arm and Midoriya does his thing and hands it back. And then the smell, eye-wateringly spicy, hits him like all hell. Midoriya coughs and looks to the side and catches Bakugou walking away.

‘Not a single fucking word, shitty Deku.’

Midoriya just stares, and then he calls out a hurried Of course, Kacchan! and then he gets yelled at some more. A chilled water bottle is thrown at him, and Midoriya takes a long drink, soothing his burning eyes with the surface of the bottle when he’s done.

At some point, he goes on to become the official jar opener for class 1B. It just sort of happens. And honestly? He really doesn’t mind at all.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha: thicker than blood #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #aoyama yuuga #tsuyu asui #tokoyami fumigake #bakugou katsuki #its like a meme guys #kirishima is defeated by ricotta cheese RIP #but like also #jar opener midoriya 2k21 #class 1-a headcanons #class 1a shenanigans #class 1a as certified dumbasses #i love them so much

[justanotherlifeff]

Hey, it’s me again. I showed my friend who doesn’t have tumblr your story you wrote for me and she absolutely loved it. She loved it so much she wondered if you could possibly write something for her too. If so, can you write a Bakugo x FemReader of the reader having a small sized chest and being super insecure about herself because of it. Thank youuu

Insecurities

(I've taken this picture from tumblr cause YA'LL ARTISTS ARE AMAZING)

Ever since you had puberty, you were insecured about your chest. Why? Cause literally every other girl you knew had normal sized breasts while you...well, didn't. Your size was smaller than the rest and to make things worse, you got bullied about it quite often back in junior high. When you joined UA, things changed. No one commented about your lack of size, atleast not infront of you. Probably because you were dating Bakugou. In your first year at UA, Bakugou asked you out and honestly, that changed everything. While the people of class 1A were nothing but nice to you (except Mineta who decided to comment on your lack of tits once and got bitch slapped by Tsuyu), the people from other classes weren’t so generous. However, no one had the guts to mess with Bakugou's girlfriend since your boyfriend was a menace to deal with. However, that didn’t mean that you didn't hear the occasional whispers and name calling. However, it didn't matter as your size didn't affect your love life. That was until now.

You were finally a pro hero and nothing could stop you from saving everyone from villains and living with your head held up right? Well, it seemed like you were wrong since in this certain mission, the agency you and Bakugou were working with decided to send a different woman with Bakugou for an undercover mission even though you were more qualified to go simply because the pro hero you were working under thought you don't look like a good match for Bakugou. While it clearly ticked Bakugou off and he went all out to shout at the certain pro hero (in vain), it brought back all your insecurities related to your body. Bakugou and you were working as sidekicks in one of the top hero's agency to get some experience before opening up your own respective agencies. However, at the moment, the agency was working on an important undercover mission and was short staffed. Funnily, your boss decided to send an intern with Bakugou on the undercover mission instead of you. An intern over a certified pro hero just because apparantly, you "didn't seem like a good match" with Bakugou. You didn't argue with the boss since Bakugou was already shouting at him. You simply told the other interns that you're going home for the day and went home to mope on your misfortune. You wondered if you really did deserve your boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time people mentioned how your boyfriend was too beautiful for you. However, it had been a while since someone said that to you on your face. Besides, you never expected it to affect your work life.

Looking at the mirror, you felt worthless. You felt as if you really wasn’t good enough for Bakugou. Questions like, "is he with me cause he pities me?" were being played on a repeat in your mind. While you were at home huddled up in your bed, Bakugou barked at your boss, calling him a "worthless blind piece of shit" and a "fucking bastard who doesn't deserve to be a hero" before getting himself and you fired from the said hero agency. Packing up your stuff, Bakugou went for your shared apartment, knowing that you’ll be home and that you’ll probably be upset about the entire ordeal. Turns out, he was exactly right and that picking up icecream on his way home was an excellent choice cause you were huddled up on your shared bed, crying. Letting out a sigh, Bakugou sat on the bed, snatching the blanket off you only to find your tear stained face. "Leave me alone..." you croaked trying to get your blanket back but ofcourse, Bakugou wasn’t having it. "You seriously think I'll leave you to mope about whatever the hell that cunt said? Is that how you see me dumbass? Here, take the fucking icecream and let's talk this out alright? You're not getting rid of me just like that." Bakugou told you in a stern expression and you knew that he wouldn’t get off your back. "He was right. I'm not good enough for you. Your fangirls, everyone thinks so. You deserve someone who isn't as flat as a chopping board..." you sniffled, looking at Bakugou only to see a rare soft expression on his face. "Seems like you're getting as blind as those motherfuckers. Well, I don't mind showing you what I and every other normal people with good taste see." Bakugou muttered as he effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. Taking his phone out, he went into his Instagram account and opened up the comment section of one of your couple photoes. "Babe, look at every single comment that were posted by men..." Bakugou muttered to your ear as you looked at the screen of his phone.

"Damn Ground Zero really got the goods...."

"(H/N) is so fucking hot! Ground Zero is one lucky guy..."

"I don't understand why (H/N) is dating Ground Zero to be honest. She can get so much better than a brute..."

"Some of these extras may hate my guts but most of them can see how pretty you are and how lucky I am to have you and I agree with them. These fangirls who bash you up do that cause they are fucking jealous cause you are so beautiful that I would never look their way. The ones who don't agree with me have their head up their asses alright? I mean, look at you. These tits fit my hand so perfectly..." Bakugou muttered to your neck, cupping your breasts in his hand. "You're fucking perfect alright? Don't let the shit those shitty bastards say get to you cause they don't know what they are talking about. And don't ever say that you don't deserve me cause you're literally the only person who deserves me." Bakugou ended and this time you were crying not because you were sad but because you were an emotional mess due to such a beautiful speech from your boyfriend. "Why are you such an amazing boyfriend? It's illegal..." you sniffled, burying your head to his chest. "Oi! Don't get your snot on my hero costume damnit!" Bakugou barked at you. "I take it back. You're a meanie!" you huffed.

"Babe?" Bakugou muttered as the two of you cuddled and watched an action movie as you ate from the tub of icecream Bakugou just bought you. "Hmm?" you hummed in answer. "I got us fired from work." Bakugou stated with a stoic voice and expression. "You What?" you exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief. "What? I ain't gonna work in a place where they can't respect my girl! You won't work in a place where people disrespect you too! Besides, I've got enough shitty experience. I'm opening Ground Zero agency asap cause I've already made enough money for it." Bakugou barked at you. "What about me then?" you asked, curious. "You can be my sidekick." Bakugou said, smirking at you. "Hell no Katsuki! I'm not gonna be some stupid sidekick!" you huffed. "Fine... We can have Ground Zero and (H/N) agency...." Bakugou muttered irritably. "I take my words back. You really are the best boyfriend ever" you grinned at him. "Oi! You're getting icecream on me! Move!" Bakugou barked at you at that moment. "DON'T MAKE ME REVOKE MY WORDS AGAIN KATSUKI!" you barked back.

[Author's note: I'm so glad your friend liked my writing! I personally got bullied for having small breasts and I've been insecured about it too for ages. So, if you or your friend are suffering from this issue, lemme tell you, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE SAY OTHERWISE!]

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