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jeanbeaux · 3 years

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todoroki shouto x f!reader x sero hanta

w/c: 3.4k

warnings: smut/18+/MINORS DNI, virginity loss, threesome, squirting, cam couple, sub!shouto, dom!sero, reader is best described as devil bimbo

a/n: this is my contribution for @onyxoverride’s hellfire collab! the theme was corruption, i hope yall enjoy, check out the rest of the fics here! this was one of the toughest fics ive written yet, shoutout to my babies @aiiwa & @smoochiesdiarie who have been with me on this journey from when this doc was just twt p*rn links. bonus love to you if you read the title in a will smith voice.

As he gazes at the apartment building in front of him, Shouto feels like he’s on an episode of Punk’d. There's nothing wrong with the upscale glass exterior and there isn’t anything strange going on in the street — but what are the odds that the cam couple he’s been tuning into religiously for weeks would be living in a complex he’s been to already?

This is what he gets for making decisions in a post orgasm daze. The cum he had spilled still laid warm on his toned stomach when he had gotten the private message alert.

mirari: thanks so much for your generosity during the stream, freezefire0111! we want to thank you for all you’ve done for us, are you interested?

Shouto is by no means an idiot, he graduated 3rd in his class at UA, for god’s sake. So what on earth even prompted him to even say yes to meet up in person?

He’s a Pro Hero, the public would have a field day if anything was leaked. He should just turn around now, before a civilian sees, or even worse —

“Shouto!” A voice calls out gleefully.

You.

You’re practically bouncing as you make your way over to him, throwing your arms around his neck to say hello. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was just in the area.”

Great lie, Shouto.

“It’s kinda far from your place, Sho,”

Well, so much for that being airtight.

“But since you’re here,” you add, pulling him from his thoughts. “Do you want to come upstairs?”

This is his out, he thinks. Mirari hadn’t told him which apartment was theirs, just that they would meet him at the front entrance. And in the five minutes he’s been here, no ones been in the lobby area except for you. He’ll just go up with you for a bit, maybe even have a snack, forget this ever happened, slip away unnoticed and go back to appreciating them from behind the screen. So he agrees, and lets you lead him through the revolving doors.

You make small talk as you ride up the elevator, swapping stories about patrol incidents and the horrors of paperwork. When you swing open the penthouse door, he is greeted by the view of the sun setting on the Musutafu skyline. The floor to ceiling windows allow the dimming light to cast all over the modern decor, bathing the sleek furniture in an orange glow.

“You know, I’m glad I ran into you, Sho,” you say, “I’ve been meaning to ask for your opinion on something.”

“Oh? Why me?”

“Because you’re one of Hanta’s closest friends, why wouldn’t I?” you reply, pulling a sleek pink shopping bag from the coat closet. “I got him this for his birthday, but now I’m not too sure about it. Do you think he’d like it?”

Shouto doesn’t even know how to even begin to describe what you had just produced out of the tissue paper. It didn’t make sense, a series of black straps dangling from the hanger. Your mouth is moving but all he hears is static, paralyzed by how inappropriate his thoughts of you are right now.

“Oh, silly me,” you say, gauging his bewildered expression, “You wouldn’t understand the problem if I just explained it! Let me try it on for you.”

What now?

Before he can stammer out a “that won’t be necessary,” you’ve waltzed into the bedroom to change, leaving him alone in his moral conundrum.

This is wrong. You’re with Sero, you have been for the last four years, and you seemed so happy — why would you be bothered with this half assed attempt to seduce him? He starts to head towards the front door, figuring that he can’t give you an answer if he isn’t here, but to his chagrin, it swings open, his escape route blocked by the wide grin of his good friend.

“Shouto!” Sero greets, pulling the flustered man into a hug. “Didn’t know you were coming over, man, you should have said something.”

“Actually, I was just —”

“See, Sho?” Your voice drifts from the bedroom, cutting him off as his eyes widen in horror. “I just don’t think the belt’s sitting where it’s supposed to.”

Red bottom heels click across the floor as you stride over to them, of course you would go all out for your little fashion show, breasts bouncing out of your bra with each step. You turn around to try to show him the “problem” — the floral lace garter currently cinching your waist — except all Shouto is seeing is how your burnt orange nails are running over the leather straps stretching over your plump ass to connect the garter to sheer black thigh high stockings.

What was wrong with what you were wearing again?

His jaw falls open, but no words come out. Probably for the best, because there’s no way he’d be able to explain himself out of anything with your boyfriend standing right next to him. He’s torn between looking at you and avoiding Sero’s gaze, so he settles for the floor, his cheeks turning the same shade as the left side of his hair as you finish off your little twirl.

“Hanta!” you exclaim.

Good, you should do all the talking.

But why isn’t there any shock in your voice? Or guilt?

And why is Sero still quiet?

His dual colored gaze shifts from the hardwood beneath him to find you kissing him hello, the both of you smiling at each other as though there wasn’t a third party in the living room.

Sero’s letting out a low whistle as he spins you around once more. “You look fantastic, babe,” he says, kissing your temple.

“Mmm thank you, baby. The guest of honor hasn’t said anything though,” you pout, and the both of you shift your gaze to Shouto expectantly.

He’s staring back at the two of you mouth agape, certain that the gears churning in his head are audible to you two as he attempts to process the situation.

“Oh, Sho baby,” you giggle softly, cheek pressed against Sero’s chest, “I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

Your eyes glow a soft gold as you activate your quirk, the air around the apartment rippling to transform the space. The terracotta walls turn a deep gray, the kitchen following suit — the wooden cabinetry morphing into sleek steel complimented by dark marble counters. The furniture has changed too — the sofa replaced with a long white chaise that’s back is oriented towards the window.

But there’s a familiarity in all this change, Shouto’s seen this all before. He’s seen silken legs spread open on that very countertop and breasts pressed against that specific shade of gray. That chaise, that was the star of last week’s show, where large hands gripped firm ass cheeks apart for all their viewers to see.

And then he sees it — the true star of the mirage — you two, morphed into the couple he’s been putting a dent in his bank account to connect with.

Sero’s bulky elbows have been replaced, each arm now adorned with a winding snake that runs from his shoulders to his wrists. You’ve got a couple tattoos of your own, a patchwork collection of butterflies along your right thigh.

“Y-y-you?” Shouto stammers out.

“Surprise!” you sing, throwing the hand not looped around Sero in the air. You turned off your quirk and the air ripples once more to drop the illusion — the motion and the weight of the truth making Shouto feel like the room is starting to spin.

“How? Why?”

“I just showed you the how,” you say, “The Hero Commission has asked me to keep the fact that my quirk also has effects on recordings under wraps. As for the why, because it’s fun! There’s something thrilling about the fact that Japan’s favorite Hero couple has been giving the public the details they’ve been dying to know right under their noses.”

“Did you know it was me?”

“Welllllll,” Sero begins, “She did, I just thought we had an avid fan of yours on the stream.”

“I told you, Han, the donation tags sounded so much like him! Which means that I won the bet!”

“Bet?” Shouto manages to croak. He feels cornered, praying that the earth opens up and swallows him before he has to face the consequences of his perversions.

“Mmhmm! To see which one of us gets to have fun with you first. That’s what you wanted from this, right, Sho? A threesome?” Your eyes sparkle as you await his response, he just looks so delectable when he’s all flustered like this.

“I-I-”

“We don’t bite,” Sero assures, the easy grin he’s always sporting back on his face. “You get to call all the shots, back out anytime you want to. I’m assuming it’s your first time seriously considering a threesome, yeah?”

In all his years facing villains, Shouto never would have thought it would take a proposition to knock the wind out of him. His knees give out and he falls on the couch behind him, burying his face in his hands as he tries to figure out what to do.

“Whoa, man, you okay?” Sero takes a step forward to try to comfort him. “This is a lot, I know, I was saying we should have been a bit more gradual about how we did this but (Y/N) wanted to surprise you. But like I said, you can back out anytime. We don’t even have to do this at all.”

“Han, wait,” you say, stopping your boyfriend in his tracks. “I think I know what’s holding Shouto back.”

You saunter over to the poor man on the couch, leaning over to meet his eyes till your cleavage is spilling out in front of his face.

“Are you a virgin, Sho?” The syrupy sweetness in your voice makes the question sound innocent, but the devilish glint in your eyes is anything but.

You reach out to stroke his face gently, but Sero intervenes, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Don’t be mean, baby.”

“It’s a serious question!” you protest. “Look at how nervous he is, it’s fair to ask.” You turn your gaze back to Shouto, hand coming under to cup his chin. “I bet he hasn’t seen a set of tits in the flesh.”

Now that wasn’t true, Shouto has in fact seen tits.

Only because he was flashed by a deranged fan.

So what if he was a virgin?

It’s not a matter of looks or charm. The stoic man is in now, and Shouto’s currently standing at 6’2 with his two toned hair tucked into a bun since it’s starting to brush against his shoulders. He’s only grown more chiseled and broader since his years at UA, so the issue wasn’t finding someone to be with, the issue was time.

He hasn’t had a moment to rest on his way to rise to the top of the hero charts, let alone time to date. And rather than indulge his old man with the prospects he lined up, fisting himself to sleep would work just fine.

And it’s not like he never wanted a relationship, he was just waiting to find the right one. Perhaps that was the comfort he sought out when he tuned into your streams on Wednesday nights, because you two weren’t performing for an audience, you were inviting people to see the deep connection you had with each other. It wasn’t just the sexual chemistry, but the gentle whispers of how well you did and soothing rubs against reddened skin that showcased how much you cared for each other. Shouto had always thought he had seen that kind of love somewhere before, he yearned for it, yearned to be a part of it.

Maybe subconsciously he knew that Mirari was closer to him than he thought.

“Well?” You repeat expectantly, pulling Shouto from his thoughts. “Are you?”

“Yes,” he admits quietly.

“Sho,” you purr, “There’s no shame in that!” You rub soft circles with your thumbs across his cheeks to soothe the meek look in his eyes. “Do you want us to take care of you, baby?”

“Yes.” His voice is barely a whisper now. His hands hover by your thighs, unsure of his next move, eventually deciding to just settle for clenching them into fists that rest by his side.

“We aren’t going to get anywhere if you’re afraid to touch me, Sho,” you laugh gently, “What are you so scared of baby, why don’t you tell me?”

“I want to do it right. Don’t want to mess up.”

“You aren’t going to mess up,” Sero laughs, “We’re here to walk you through it, okay?”

Shouto looks up and nods. You’ve gotten off of his lap, one hand laced with Sero’s and another one extending for his, which he accepts to allow you to lead him numbly to the bedroom.

“I want you to watch first,” Sero says, rounding behind you to look at Shouto. He sits at the end of the bed, gently kissing down your side till he grabs the waistband of your panties with his teeth, pulling them and letting go so they snap against your waist.

“Be good for me and take these off, love,” he murmurs against the marred skin, “Make sure you give our guest a show.”

And so you oblige, unbuckling the garter and allowing it to pool to the floor, then slowly stripping off your panties, throwing them at Shouto with a smile when they had made it off your legs. Shouto’s clutching on to the garment like a lifeline when Sero’s hands come to wrap around your middle, pulling you into his lap. Then his mouth is latching on your neck, sucking bruises on supple skin as he unhooks your bra.

“It’s all about the buildup,” Sero instructs, rolling his fingers over your nipples as you moan against his shoulder. “If she’s making pretty noises like this one is right here, you’re touching her right. You gotta listen to your woman to keep her happy.”

Shouto nods dumbly as he watches you arch into Sero’s touch, whining for more. Sero is biting the shell of your ear as he spreads your plush thighs apart to show off your glistening pussy.

Sero reaches down to run his fingers through your folds, separating them so that Shouto could see the strands of slick that had gathered between them. “Someone’s excited we’re doing a live show aren’t we?” Sero chuckles, hand reaching down once more to circle at your clit. You start to squirm when he begins to apply more pressure to his touch, bucking your hips to meet his palm when he finally slides a finger into your needy hole. His free hand returns to your right breast, rolling your nipple under his thumb as he crooks his fingers to start striking against that spongy spot.

“Watch closely, Shouto, because when you do this just right, she makes a mess.”

He’s got you squirting with one more stroke of his fingers, some of it even splashing on your voyeur.

“Look at how nice and wet I got you,” your boyfriend coos as you come down from your high, “I think you’re ready for Shouto now, yeah?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” you slur, glancing at the man standing at the foot of the bed with that devilish glint back in your eyes.

Sero moves back, allowing you to slump down on the bed as he gets up. “Gonna go get a towel to clean this up, behave while I’m gone.”

When he’s padded over to the bathroom, you raise a well manicured finger in the air to make a come hither motion.

“Shoooo,” you beckon, lifting yourself up as he gets closer. “I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.” You toy with the hem of the soiled fabric, helping him pull it off over his head. He shudders when the almond shaped nails rake over his exposed abs, your hand settling to palming over the erection straining in his jeans.

You look back up at him, batting your eyelashes as if to say pretty please, and when he gives you okay, you’re tugging his pants down, freeing his aching cock from it’s confines.

“You’re so pretty, Sho,” you reach for his length, maneuvering it so it sits right between your puffy folds. “Can’t believe all those fans of yours dream of a moment like this and you’re having it with me first. Do you think you’re ready?” You lay back again, tilting your hips to run his cock through the slick gathered beneath them.

Shouto leans forward, arms caging your head. “Yeah,” he breathes, “I wanna fuck, I’m ready.” He tries to line himself up to enter you, but the hand you have pressed against his length holds him back, and he’s sliding through your slippery folds once more.

And he tries, again and again, hips stuttering every time he feels your entrance throb beneath his cock. You’re so wet, so warm, it’s excruciating being this close to what he needs so he begs, crying against your shoulder to let him put it in.

When your hold on him leaves, Shouto looks up to find Sero holding your wrist in his grasp. “What did I say about behaving?” He demands, looking down at you.

“Sorry, Han, he’s just so pretty when he’s needy, couldn’t help it.”

The mattress dips as Sero kneels behind you, pulling you up so you rest against his chest. His hands find your thighs again, gripping them as he pulls them apart. “Sorry about the brat over here, I’ll hold her open.”

Shouto finds himself lining up at your dripping hole once more, sighing when his tip finally pushes in. You’re so inviting, practically sucking him in at this point, and he lets out a whimper when your hips are flush against his balls.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Sero says, “My baby has the best pussy.”

“She does,” Shouto pants, “She really does.” Shouto pulls back out and slams his hips into yours. He’s sloppy, as is the consequence of pent up desperation, but he’s leaving you feeling so full. He’s thicker than Sero is, your gummy walls stretched to accommodate his girth. He’s groaning in your ear, thanking you over and over as his cock kisses the head of your cervix just right, your toes curling over Sero’s legs.

“Slow down, Shouto. Edge her a little bit for being bratty earlier.”

Shouto obliges, the wet slaps of his balls against your ass now ringing more spaced out than before, causing you to mewl in disagreement in Sero’s arms.

“Oh?” Sero grips your jaw to force you to look at him. “You think you deserve to get fucked right after the stunts you’ve pulled?” He tilts you back to look at the blushing man between your legs. “Apologize to him.”

“Sorry Sho!” you sniffle, “Please, please, Han, tell him to fuck me harder, please!”

Shouto picks up the pace again, hands lacing with Sero’s over your thighs as he fucks into you. You’re starting to clamp down on him, he isn’t going to last much longer, it’s a wonder he’s lasted this far.

“Can I — inside — can —”

He’s so pussy drunk he can’t even get the words out.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You sound equally as delirious.

“Go ahead, Shouto,” Sero allows, “You’ve earned it.” Sero’s hand sneaks between where your bodies meet, rubbing at your neglected clit till you’re cumming with a scream. Shouto follows soon after, pumping you full with a final stutter of his hips. Sero shifts back to allow the both of you to collapse on the bed. Your hands tangle in Shouto’s hair as he pulls out, his creamy cock resting above your abused pussy.

“Did I do well, was I good?” he whispers against your skin.

“You were so good, Sho,” you press a kiss against his forehead, playing absentmindedly with his hair as he catches his breath.

A tap against your cheek cuts the moment short, and you look up to see Sero shining his phone down at the two of you, dick pointed at your lips.

“She’s right, Sho. I think we should show the world how good you did next.”

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constant-creative-chaos · 3 years

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Dancing with mha characters

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

kiri would ask you out of the blue, you two would probably be hanging out in his dorm one night and he’d just ask

like “baby, dance with me? 🥺”

he’d have his arms around you’re waist ofc, and he’d lay your head against his chest so you can hear his heart beat

he isn’t a good dancer but it’s all good, as long as you’re happy then he’s happy to dance with you

he wouldn’t do much other than sway, considering his poor skills

but he’d definetly him along to the songs

speaking of the songs, he’d probably play really cheesy love songs because he’s like that

laughs everytime either he or you messes up, he finds it amusing

ends up goofing off more towards the end

rating: 100/10, in conclusion, i love kirishima

you sat on kirishima’s bed, stretched out comfortably. your back against his headboard and his head in your lap, your fingers scratching gently against his scalp. he hummed along to the music playing, some song made a few years ago.

the song changed and he looked up at you, excitement flickering in his eyes, “baby, wanna dance with me?”

you stopped scratching his scalp for a moment, thinking about it. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah, i do, kiri,”

you’d have to ask him, like a lot

be persistent!!

it’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with you

it’s just that he has no fucking clue how to dance and doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he’s just s u c h a great dancer and doesn’t want to make you feel bad about your skills

no but he’s struggling,, he has no idea what he’s doing

“katsuki, just put your hands on-” “tch, i know what i’m doing dumbass”

he figures it out eventually, he had one had on your hip and the other holding yours

he buried his head in your neck so you don’t see his blush

he’s practically silent, only speaking to make a remark when you trip

he actually finds it really endearing

rating: katsuki, marry me

“katsuki, you gotta take a break. it isn’t good for you to keep at it like this,” you said rubbing his shoulder.

“yeah and what else would i do?” he grumbled, pushing his hand further down the pencil.

bakugou had been working non-stop on homework since he’d returned to the dorms that day. he had yet to take a break and he needed it, and you were about to force him into relaxing for a bit if he spent another second writing.

a small sigh left him before reaching up and grabbing your hand on his shoulder. He rubbed small shapes with his thumb and apologized.

“if you dance with me then we’ll be even,”

“alright shitty-(feature),” he paused before looking up at you through his eyelashes, “you and dancing.”

boy oh boy, sero and you dance so often

he loves dancing with you and DAMN is he good at it

he’ll dance with you at any point in time, for any reason

he spins you a lot, he’ll even lift you a little if he’s feeling it

it’s super playful

he dips you all the time

baby has the moves and loves teaching you

he’ll dance to any song, especially if you’re with him

he’s always laughing either you or talking to you while you dance together

rating: 10000/10, dancing king, only seventeen 🎶

“Mi sol, when did you get so good at this?”

sero spun you wildly in the spot, twirling you under his hand. you laughed and tumbled into his chest, still seeing the room spin around you. sero pulled back slightly to see you and your unfocused eyes.

“beginners bad luck finally wore off, i guess!”

he smiled down at you, waiting for you to lose the dizzy feeling of turning like that. he enjoyed your smile while you watched the room. but the second you’re eyes focused again he was moving around the room with you again.

“you’d best not drop me, hanta-”

he’d take you out dancing

endeavour payed for dance lessons when he was a kid - he couldn’t have his prodigy dancing like an idiot

this is an endeavour hate page

he took formal dancing lessons and would 100% take a while to loosen up with you

but he holds you very delicately, with one hand on the small of you’re back and the other holding yours

as he loosens up and relaxes he holds you closer to him

and i mean this is shouto todoroki we’re talking about, he’s quiet the whole time

he just watches you with a small smile on his face, cute as fuck-

would teach you to ballroom dance at some point, if you didn’t know

rating: 15/10, he’s a rich boy, he knows his moves

“sho, this is wonderful,” you grinned at him, “really, i appreciate this.”

he returned the smile, taking your hand in his and pulling you forward on to the dance floor. you straightened your clothes out and took his lead. the two of you began moving around the room together, following the rhythme of the song playing.

“you know how to dance formally?” he asked, watching you move with grace.

“i have no clue what i’m doing, i’m just following you,”

you’d ask and he’d: “y-you want to- i mean i’m not a good dancer- are you sure?? why??”

he’s so nervous, just give him some reassurance and he’ll be fine

he is always making sure he isn’t making you uncomfortable

he’d let you pick the music or chose from your playlist

he’d hold you by the hips after asking a few times if that was okay

he isn’t the best but he picks it up pretty quickly

he probably asked iida for dance lessons after this

n e ways, he’d probably be red the whole time

rating: 12/10, his nervousness is actually really endearing

he put his hands on your hips and pulled you toward him, glancing up to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, moving closer to him. you started swaying to the song playing and he followed your lead. the two of you starting to step around.

“are you sure you’re okay with this,” he tapped his fingers against your hip.

you hummed and rested your head on his shoulder, finding dancing with him comforting, “ ‘s okay, izuku. i promise.”

he kissed you on the crown of your head and continued moving to the music. he started relaxing and fully taking in the moment.

tenya iida, my main man,, he also got dance lessons when he was younger

fuckin rich boy

he short circuited when you asked, just give him a moment

he was probably super excited but kept it under control

he almost certainly played some sort of ballroom music (does that make sense??)

mans full on waltzed with you-

but he’d also do a more casual dance if you wanted

he held you small of your back and waist, he’s very careful not to make you uncomfortable

he’d only be goofy if you guys are just fooling around and making jokes while dancing

other than that he’s pretty quiet

rating: 20/10, tenya please wear some goddamn contacts during training

“y/n, i’m so sorry,” iida flushed deeply, stopping his movements.

despite his time practicing dance and his thought out movements, he’s stepped on your foot. he was apologizing profusely while you just stood and laughed lightly, watching his arm chop down.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched my step and- wait are you laughing?”

“iida, it’s okay. you have nothing to worry about.”

he’d probably just randomly start dancing with you

like you could be dancing around while cleaning and he’d just join you

baby can’t dance, he just can’t

but he acts like he can

would twirl you constantly and he’d try to dip you but fail miserably 😭

electric slide lookin ass

probably just starts his playlist and dances to random songs

he’s so goofy omg-

doesnt stop laughing or teasing you

rating: 30/30, sounds like a vibe

“you’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal!”

denki stood on his toes, head tipped downward, and his hand positioned like he was dipping a fedora. at this point he had crashed into the table and knocked a chair over. this man was to never be trusted near anything fragile.

he took your hand and spun you around him, trying to keep you from the chair on the floor. after he spun you he spun himself, this time tripping over the chair and tumbling into the fridge.

“denki are you okay? are you okay, denki?” you sang along with the song playing.

sunshine man, he would 100% dance with you

but you’d have to ask, the thought just wouldn’t come to his mind

and he is worse than denki

but he has so much fun with it that it doesn’t matter

he spins you and lifts you, it’s so fun

he’s so goofy and playful, not a serious moment

he accidentally activated his quirk while dipping you, that hurt

but he loves dancing with you

and he pokes fun at his own dancing, he finds it really amusing

and he hyped you up so much

rating: 1000000/10, overall a perfect experience

a squeal left your mouth as your feet left the ground, mirio’s hands clutching your waist tightly. you grabbed on to his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he put you back on the ground and continued dancing along to the music. he shimmed his shoulders and bopped his head to the beat. or at least tried.

“i know that you can’t help but watch my horrible dancing but you gotta dance with me, can’t be the only bad dancer here!”

you shook your head and took his hands, shimmying along with him. man was mirio was a bad dancer but he made it so much fun

you’d ask him and he would just not get why you’d wanna dance with him

he wouldn’t object to it, it’s just that he’s sure that he’s a bad dancer and that others are so much better and

would hide his face in your neck and hold you really tightly to him

and he’s so nervous

if he stepped on you he’d let go of you and just stand in a corner for hours

but honestly, he’s actually a really good dancer

if you guys dance more he’ll start goofing off and doing stuff like spinning you

probably doesn’t put on music and if he did it would be off of his chill playlist

rating: 80/10, might be my ideal situation

you and amajiki had barely moved from where you guys started, not that it mattered. you two had been swaying more than dancing, but it was peaceful and relaxing. that’s what mattered. he had he’s arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his head was hidden in your neck. you felt his smile and uneven breathes brushing against your skin.

some old slow song played from your phone, one he chose. both of you were happy with the closeness and intimacy of the moment, but tamaki was happy he just hadn’t stepped on you. god that would have killed him. but he had yet to, and he was thankful.

“thank you, tama,” you smiled gently, “this is nice.”

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dadgonedeku · 4 years

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Bnha boys & their s/o falling asleep on them

💤~Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, & Sero

💤~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader

💤~Happy reading!!

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ You two were studying in his dorm, going over the notes from the day’s classes and making sure you both understood the assignments and whatnot.

🥦~ You were getting really tired, which caused you to lose focus, so you asked your lovely boyfriend if you could have a short cuddle break.

🥦~ He of course obliges, the two of you settle on his bed, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and neck to prop you up while he leans his back against the headboard.

🥦~ Makes sure you’re comfy before placing a short kissy to your forehead, rubbing small circles into the back of your neck and you can’t help but relax against him, a comforting and safe feeling washing over you.

🥦~ A few minutes of silence pass after a while and when he goes to ask you if you want to get back to studying he notices your closed eyes and the slow rise and fall of your chest.

🥦~ Omg you fell ASLEEP on him this is the day he dies oml ur so precious-

🥦~ He doesn’t want to disturb you so he just adjusts slightly so he’s comfy too and decides to turn in for the night.

🥦~ He falls asleep holding you close and it’s honestly the best sleep the two of you have gotten in a while 🥺👉👈 just knowing that you’re safe and comfortable with him is enough for him to cry-

Katsuki Bakugou💥

💥~ He probably had trouble sleeping poor baby :(

💥~ He ends up just going over to your dorm and he finds you relaxing in your bed scrolling through your phone.

💥~ He tells you that he can’t sleep squee I live for soft baku, so you welcome him in to your bed.

💥~ He begrudgingly slips under the blankets next to you and you snuggle up to his chest.

💥~ He’s naturally warm so when he wraps his arms around you your body relaxes against him, a therapeutic feeling overcomes you and a wave of tired hits you like a truck.

💥~ You put your phone down and talk to him a little about why he couldn’t sleep and he just responds with something like “None of your business.” or “I just couldn’t sleep that’s all.” You don’t wanna push him so you leave it at that.

💥~ Your eyes become heavy after a while and soon enough you’re off to dreamland. He just glances over to you and sees you asleep in his hold, a peaceful expression on your face as you breathe in and out evenly.

💥~ He smiles to himself and holds you slightly tighter against his chest. He kissies the top of your head and falls asleep soon after. He feels safe with you and you definitely helped him sleep that night. Side note: he says something like “I love you dumbass.” because he thinks you can’t hear him!!! 🥺❤️

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ Mmmmmmbabie-

🥊~ You were hanging out in his dorm and he’s playing video games with the bakusquad.

🥊~ You felt like boredom was gonna eat you alive so you just kinda slip yourself into his lap while he’s playing and he lets you adjust before getting back to the game, not really giving it a second thought.

🥊~ He kisses your head every once and a while and secures you in a safe hold by propping up his legs and holding his arms gently against your back with your head resting on his shoulder.

🥊~ He doesn’t want to shatter your eardrums so he speaks quietly into his mic. You end up zoning out to the soft sounds of clicking buttons and you adjust your breathing to his subconsciously.

🥊~ Eventually you just fall asleep on him, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder with one arm next to your head while the other is draped across his upper chest. He doesn’t even realize your asleep until about 10 minutes later. He wonders why you haven’t said anything yet and that only leads to his heart almost stopping because of how adorable he thinks you are.

🥊~ He logs off of the game and gently adjusts you in his hold to where he’s leaning back in his chair holding you like a bride, one arm supporting your back while the other rests over your legs.

🥊~ He kisses you gently and whispers sweet nothings to you as he stays put, slightly rocking you in the chair with him, soon enough his eyes grow heavy and he falls asleep as well. I love him literally so much he’s such a babe-

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ You were probably doing homework together in his room, you decided to settle in his lap while going over notes and answering questions.

🔥~ He didn’t really say anything about your position, he just kinda accepted it and went with the flow, he parts his legs a little more and supports your back.

❄️~ If silence ever went on for more than a couple minutes he would check up on you to make you were comfortable and to answer any potential questions you might’ve had.

🔥~ As time goes on he feels you relax more and more against him, and when he goes to check on you again he sees your closed eyes and the pencil rolling out of your palm.

❄️~ He smiles softly and gently picks you up, careful not to move your body too much as he carries you to his bed. 🥺

🔥~ He tucks the two of you in and wraps an arm around your back, pulling you to his chest.

❄️~ He kisses you softly and just stares at you and admires how beautiful you are.

🔥~ He actually stays awake for a while before falling asleep next to you, it’s rare when he sees you so relaxed and vulnerable and he thinks you’re beautiful when you’re sleeping! Omg my heart kill me rn-

Hanta Sero🧃

🧃~ You were hanging out with him in the common room with the bakusquad.

🧃~ He’s got you cuddled up next to him as you and the others talk about whatever there is to talk about. Sometimes just random conversations with friends are better than being alone.

🧃~ You kinda zone out trying to listen to Ashido jump around while trying to tell a consistent story, and you don’t realize how tired you actually are until you catch yourself closing your eyes for a couple minutes at a time.

🧃~ Of course everyone but Sero notices how you’re drifting off to sleep, but none of them say anything because they wanna see his reaction and tease him about it.

🧃~ Sure enough you actually end up falling asleep the next time your eyes close, and Sero actually notices surprisingly fast.

🧃~ He went to ask you about why you were being so still and quiet and low and behold you’re asleep with your head on his shoulder and he blushes SOOOO HARD-

🧃~ Kaminari, Ashido, and Kirishima tease him to no end and he practically begs them to keep it down so they don’t accidentally wake you.

🧃~ After a while he just takes you gently in his arms and carries you to your dorm, placing you carefully in bed. He’s hesitant about leaving you so he tucks himself in beside you and holds your hand while pressing short, soft kissies to your fingers. He thinks you’re absolutely stunning while asleep.

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When you get hurt

Bakugou Katsuki

He’d be outraged, but not at you, no. At the fact that someone dared hurt someone he loves. The “I’ll find them and show them hell” type. Would be extra gentle with you, and even physically affectionate until you get well and he stops beating himself up because of the bent up guilt.

Please teach him that he shouldn’t hold himself accountable to everything bad that happens to you, and that it’s normal due to your rather dangerous career. As unworried as he likes to seem, he gets worried like a mother, and would join you on missions as often as he could.

Midoriya Izuku

Panic. His default response to most things is panic, so it’s no surprise it’s the response for this too. Might cry if you’re hurt too much, he gets so worried! Feels like the worst boyfriend on Earth because he wasn’t there to help you. His mind would keep going back to ‘what ifs’ and such, and he’d really feel like he could have and should have been there to prevent it, even thought it could never be his fault.

He's so gentle with you, his hugs are careful, his touch is light, his kisses a bit too hesitant and fast. He just doesn’t want to hurt you on accident. I beg of you please help him he’s so lost and sad, the amount of guilt his small body carries is impressive and concerning.

Todoroki Shouto

Several thoughts cross his mind as soon as he hears, and he tries to ignore them all. But there are a few he can’t. Is he a bad boyfriend? Is he uncaring? Was there anything he could’ve done?

He’s scared and worried. Every experience with you feels like venturing into a whole new world. And he’s scared, because he’s never known love before you. And now, when he felt like he was about to lose, he felt like he could lose himself too.

What was his life without you in it? Nothing. Nothing at all.

He’d worry, but he also trusts you and tries to give you credit. He’d be sort of clingy, because he’s too afraid to lose you. Reassure him, because he needs it.

Tamaki Amajiki

He goes into hero mood. No time to panic, time to assess the situation and see if you were okay. But on the inside, panic.

And as soon as he’s sure you’re okay and alive, all that calm composure disappears, and he feels like he’s going to cry.

He holds you tight, apologizing, because he wasn’t enough. He didn’t do as much as he should have. He should’ve worked harder, fought better, and maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

He might panic if you go on missions alone at first, so he needs lots and lots of reassurance. Or maybe bring him along.

Kirishima Eijirou

Would cry in secret, can’t be unmanly in front of people. Feels guilty, even thought it was in no way or shape his fault. In the end, when he’s sure you’re okay, he’d overwork. He’d train day and night, in hopes of becoming strong so he could be deserving of your love. So he could protect you. So you don’t have to get hurt again. And everyday, he looks worse. His smiles look a bit more strained, and you realize you have to put a stop to it. And when you do, please tell him about how amazing and lovely he is. Shower him with compliments.

Sero Hanta Sero strikes me as a pretty emotionally stable person, he wouldn’t blame himself more than he has to. But that doesn’t mean he cares less about you, no. He feels bad for letting you get hurt, but he also acknowledges that there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent it. All he can do now is work harder, and make sure you’re happy when you’re there, safe with him. He’s grateful once you get better, and he’d take you out on dates, does dumb shit with you, he’d do so much, to see that smile and hear that laugh of yours, and then and only then, will he feel better about all of this.

Shigaraki Tomura

Who are they? Where are they so he could decay them? Someone who hurts what he loves is someone who shouldn’t be breathing the same air as him. The most stubborn when it comes to the “I’m gonna hurt who hurt you” part. Because why let them live? What if they hurt you again? It’s for the best.Once you get him to calm down, he tries to focus all of that energy on making you feel good. Whether it be playing video games with you, being affectionate with you even if he’s not used to it, and spending time together in general. He’d be hesitant to take you out on more missions, because he can’t risk losing you, he’s already lost too many people. He can’t lose you too. He’s soft on the inside, please love him.

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Scars and Marks

Summary: You know who your soulmate is. Only problem. He has a girlfriend with the same mark as you. The school festival is going to change all that. Not that you know that just yet.

A/N: I have no idea where I was going with this. Let me know if you want a part two to this. I might write it anyway. How do I title?

TW: Reader is slapped. Narcissistic behavior. Bakugou is a little OOC. Thought of cutting a mark off skin. Implied mental health issues. If I missed something, please let me know.

Here’s a link to the song I used for this. I don’t own the song, the lyrics, or anything about it.

You stared at the mark on your back in the mirror, frowning at it.

The Soul Mark had been black when it had first appeared when you were ten, but now it was almost gray. It was fading, and fast, but that was okay, it meant Bakugou was happier with her.

“Hey! (Y/F/N), we’re gonna play a game of Never Have I Ever, wanna join us?” Denki asked when you walked into the common room, practically vibrating next to Hitoshi.

“Um, sure, why not?” you murmured, sitting next to Eijirou, leaning on him a little.

“Hey! Bakubro! Do you wanna play Never Have I Ever with us?” Eijirou asked, making you jump a little bit. He was so loud!

“Why would I wanna do that?”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?” you teased, making him run red.

“I won’t lose!” he shouted, storming over to the circle, plopping down on your other side.

You continued to lean on Eiji, letting the warmth he radiated keep you from sharing too much.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Mina asked, devilish grin.

“Guess I will,” you offered. “Never have I ever punched someone in a a public setting.”

Denki, Hitoshi, Eiji, Bakugou, and the other boys all took a shot of sparkling cider, the closest thing they could get to alcohol as second years.

“We’re going clockwise right?” Mina asked.

“That makes the most sense,” Hitoshi muttered.

“I guess Bakugou is next,” Eiji said.

“Never have I ever accidentally used glitter instead of laundry detergent,” he said, glaring at Denki.

“I was high!” he defended, making everyone laugh.

Hitoshi gave his soulmate a small grin, something soft that reminded you of what you didn’t have.

You winced, looking away, burying yourself in Eiji’s side, letting him shield you.

“Never have I ever wanted to drink bleach out of a wine glass,” Uraraka said, glaring at you.

“If this were alcohol, I would think that you would be trying to get me drunk,” you told her, taking a shot.

People gave you some worried looks and you rolled your eyes. “I also wanted to pitch myself in front of a car. Seventh and eighth grade sucked for me. Izuku took a shot too you know!”

“Yeah, but that’s cause Bakugou was an ass when he was younger,” Denki said.

“You say that like he isn’t one now,” you said, wrinkling your nose teasingly.

“What did you say?” Bakugou snarled, turning to you.

“Is she wrong though?” Hitoshi asked, shooting you a look.

“No,” he grumbled, making you chuckle.

“I always knew you liked me Bakugou,” you teased, making him huff.

And so the game went, and it only had to pause once so you could throw Mineta out the window with Hanta’s tape, since he had somehow managed to sneak onto campus.

“I can see why you guys replaced him with me,” Hitoshi muttered when you sat down next to Eiji again.

“Never have I ever gotten rejected by my soulmate,” Kyouka said and you winced, taking a shot. “Oh, (Y/F/N), I’m so sorry! I forgot-”

“Kyouka, it’s fine,” you assured her trying to ignore the stares that you were getting from everyone else.

“Who the fuck would reject you?” Bakugou snapped, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the group.

You, you thought miserably.

You and Bakugou weren’t friends, but you were friends with the other Bakusquad members. He tolerated you, but you had never spent any one-on-one time with your soulmate in the two years you had been going to school with him.

“(Y/F/N), why didn’t you tell us?” Denki asked, looking hurt.

“For one thing, I wasn’t technically rejected,” you admitted, toying with your hair, leaning further into Eiji. “I have my mark and everything still, even though it’s wicked faded, since they don’t really know what I am to them. It’s a really long story. Point is, I never told them, and they’re happier without me. I’m not what they want, and that’s okay, I like what we have now.”

“They don’t know? Then how do you know they’re happier without you?” Denki asked.

“Because they’re with someone else.”

Everyone fell silent, even the other people in the common room.

“How are you okay with that?” Izuku asked quietly, clutching Shouto’s hand tightly.

“I knew from the moment I met them that I wasn’t going to be it for them, you know? They were confident, and proud, and I just . . . wasn’t.” You glared down at your hands like they held the answers to your issues.

“At first I thought we had one of those unbalanced bonds, but then we went in for the provisional licensing exams and they met someone with the same mark. I saw them together and then I realized something. We didn’t have an unbalanced bond. We didn’t have a bond at all!”

You smiled softly.

“It made me happy, actually, not having to worry about it anymore. I mean, sure, I cried my eyes out for three days afterwards, but that kinda just faded away. They were happy, and I finally knew that I was romantically unlovable. I mean, I had always assumed, but it was good to know for sure, you know? I didn’t have to worry about whether it would be a problem or not.

“I saw her mark you know, when they showed her off for the first time,” you murmured. “It was the same as mine, and yet the way he looked at her, like she was the best thing to ever happen to him . . . I knew I had made the right decision to never tell him. I knew the moment I met her that I was never going to be that girl that tried to steal him.

“I wasn’t going to make him miserable by telling him, making him overthink the ‘what ifs?’. I wasn’t going to make him decide between the two of us. One, I knew who he would pick. And two, I knew that even if he didn’t pick me, he would think about what it would’ve been like.

“Besides, I love him, I wasn’t going to make his dream harder by being a part of his life.” You shrugged, then realized how much you had just talked.

Mina, Uraraka, Izuku, Kyouka, and Eiji were crying, Shouto was giving you an undetermined look, and for once, Bakugou was silent.

You also realized how much you had given away with your story.

“Guys, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad!” you said, waving your hands. “Why are you guys crying?”

Izuku launched himself at you, wrapping you in a hug. “Yo-You aren’t unlovable (Y/F/N)! Wh-Why would yo-you ever think-think that?” he sobbed.

“I mean, am I wrong? Have you guys seen me? I’m not exactly soulmate material.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou shouted, standing suddenly.

You looked up at him, curling around Izuku on instinct. You knew they didn’t have the best history, and while you trusted Bakugou not to hurt him under normal circumstances, he seemed pretty pissed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, pulling you up by the back of your shirt, making Izuku drop to the ground.

“Bakugou, calm down,” Eiji tried, also standing.

“I don’t get what you’re asking me,” you admitted as he set you down on your feet, smoothing out your shirt.

“Why the fuck are you so hard on yourself you idiot?”

“Because everyone else is too nice to tell me what I’m doing wrong. I have to be hard on myself because if I’m not, then no one will be.”

You stared into his crimson eyes, as they stared back into your own (Y/E/C) eyes. It was a battle of wills.

“I’m fine with who I am, I know who I am, not many people can say that. I know that my soulmate is happy, and I know that no matter what happens, I’m not ending his life.”

Then a question popped into your head.

“Why the fuck do you even care, Bakugou? We’re not even friends.”

“(Y/F/N), who told you that you and Bakugou weren’t friends?” Denki asked, standing up.

“I mean, I thought it was obvious,” you admitted, not breaking eye contact. He had beautiful eyes, they were the first thing you had noticed about him other than his shitty attitude.

He continued to stare you down, almost like he was searching your eyes for something.

“I can feel the sexual tension,” Shouto muttered, and Bakugou flushed.

“What the fuck did you just say you bastard? I have a fucking girlfriend,” Bakugou snarled, breaking the eye contact to turn to Shouto, who looked as stoic as ever.

You rolled your eyes, that small pang of pain deep in your stomach throbbing as you turned away from him.

Soon that would fade too, you told yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The festival was coming up again, and you were really looking forward to it. Mina was teaching you how to dance, Kyouka was coming up with new lyrics, and taking song suggestions.

On cleaning day you agreed to do a lot of the work so the others could do their thing.

“Try to tear us apart, but know that we’ll wear our scars,” you sang, throwing the trash outside. “Excuses, excuses that’s all that I hear, all that I see when I look in the mirror, I can’t escape all these thoughts in my head, they’re waiting to haunt me night after night, I feel it in my bones, and everything I know, it’s underneath my skin and it won’t let go-”

You stopped when you saw most of the class standing by the door, staring at you.

“H-How long have you guys been standing there?” you asked, cheeks heating as they stared at you.

“Hey, (Y/F/N), can I ask you something?” Kyouka asked.

“Shoot,” you muttered.

“Do you wanna be lead vocals?” Kyouka inquired.

“I don’t wanna take your spot though!” you told her, waving your hands.

“What’s that song, (Y/F/N)?” she replied.

“Um, Scars, by I Prevail. Why?”

“I love that song!” she cried, taking your hands in yours. “Will you do it? Please?”

“I mean, do you really want me to?” you inquired, watching her face.

“Yes!” the entire class shouted, making you jump back.

“I-I guess it wouldn’t be too much,” you agreed, fidgeting with your fingers. Singing wasn’t something you normally did in front of other people. It was the one small escape that you had been able to hold onto after you all had to move into the dorms.

Not many people even knew you could sing, you did it alone in your room.

“How well do you know that song?” Kyouka asked you as you walked back into the school dorms.

“Like the back of my hand,” you admitted. “I’ve been listening to it since I was twelve.”

“So if we randomly played the song you would be able to sing to it? Even the vocal changes?”

“Without a doubt, I was going to enter a talent show, but I chickened out because I sounded terrible. I’m surprised you guys liked it.”

“I don’t like to agree with Bakugou on much, but I agree with him on the fact that you’re too hard on yourself,” Shouto said, looking at you.

“Yeah (Y/F/N), you sounded amazing! How did you keep that from us?” Izuku asked, making you smile.

“I mean, I never thought I was good, but I hum sometimes,” you said, heading to the kitchen to finish up the dishes.

“Well, feel free to sing around the dorms, you sound really good!” Denki shouted.

“Thanks Denks,” you replied.

And so it went, you sang Scars around the dorms until everyone knew the lyrics, which was good for the backup singers.

You even caught Bakugou humming it to himself on the way to class one day. Though he was one of the back up singers since he could manipulate his voice the right way, so it was expected.

You had known Bakugou was your soulmate during the U.A entrance exams, he’d had his tattoo uncovered for the world to see, and you had known who he was immediately upon seeing it.

But while you had been working up the courage to tell him, you had seen what he was like.

He was everything you weren’t, and you had made your decision then and there that you weren’t going to tell him what you were.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Momo, I have a small request,” you admitted to her. “The straps on this are a little tight, and I think it would look better without them.”

“Oh, you’re right! I’ll have that fixed in a jiffy!” she assured you, taking the dress you were going to wear for the performance.

You didn’t tend to like strapless dresses, you thought that they were a little sketchy, but you wanted to look good, and the straps cut into your skin something fierce.

Momo had it finished the day of the performance, and you barely had time to make sure it fit before it was your turn to perform.

When the lights came on they blinded you, but then the music started and you smiled, stepping out onto stage.

Your voice started out softly as you say the first line, “Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars.”

You let the music flow through your body, letting the beat vibrate through your blood as the routine made your body move on instinct.

Bakugou moved with you, and you two fell into a similar routine as you moved around the stage, dodging the people on instruments, just like the practice runs.

“Excuses, excuses are all that I hear All I can see when I look in the mirror I can't escape all these thoughts in my mind They're waiting to haunt me night after night I feel it in my bones, and everything I know It's underneath my skin, and it won't let go They know me all too well, but only time will tell If this is who I am, do I know myself?”

For the first time since the entrance exams, you forgot that Bakugou wasn’t yours. You forgot that were doomed to be alone for the rest of your life.

“Don't forget your life's your own, don't ever let it go.”

You thought of the people in your class that were making their life theirs. Of Shouto, who had never really known his family. Of Izuku, who was doing this because of him mom. Of Uraraka, who was trying to repay her parents. You let the emotions guide your voice through the lyrics.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You thought of all the scars you had seen. Izuku’s from saving people and proving himself. Of Shouto, who would never forget how or why he had his. Of the new scars on you from training and pushing yourself. Of the mental scars that Bakugou would carry.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars, wear our scars.”

You thought of how people were slowly accepting their scars. How Izuku looked at his and saw the saved lives, the leaps and bounds of progress he had made. Of Shouto, who was proving that he wasn’t his father. Of Bakugou, who was learning that he couldn’t keep being an ass. And what did you think when you looked at your scars?

“Denial, denial is all that I've known Holding me hostage, I'm never alone Fighting for air, I'll fight to survive My soul's not for sale, I won't pay the price I feel it in my bones, and everything I know It's underneath my skin, but I won't let go.”

You had seen a lot of heroes that forgot what it was to be a hero. You had promised yourself that you weren’t going to be one of them. You had promised everyone you had saved that you were going to be a hero they could be proud of.

“Don't forget your life's your own, don't ever let it go.”

You were going to cling to your life, even if your soulmate was in love with someone else. You may not have had a soulmate that wanted you back, but maybe you could be friends. You could be okay with that.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You knew who you were. You knew what you were going to be. Now the only thing you had to do was prove that you were serious about it.

Scars weren’t something to be ashamed of. Stretch marks showed growth, they told the story from childhood to adulthood, of changes made. Pregnancy stretch marks showed growth of a child, the purest thing in the world, untainted by society. Scars showed where you had been, they told your story.

“You can cut us up, but we will survive You had your chance, now it's our time to stand up and rise We will survive Right now, the tables turn We're gonna scream it out loud and let our voices be heard.”

You were part of a new generation of heroes, heroes who knew what it meant to be a hero. They knew how to learn from the mistakes of others. They knew what they were risking. They what they wanted to do.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You and Bakugou were synced as the song started to end, only a few verses left. Your time with him was ending, and you let your voice be dictated by the emotions singing through your very being.

His eyes met yours as the final verse started, and you saw yourself reflected in his eyes, a version of yourself that you had only dreamed of. You saw the sweat formed from moving around each other so much. You saw the glow from the lights, the makeup, the joy of being on stage, of doing something you loved. You wonder if he had always looked at you like that, or if you’re emotions were just high because of what you were doing.

“I feel it in my bones, and everything I know I feel it in my bones, I feel it, I feel it I feel it in my heart when it all turns to dark Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars.”

There was a moment of silence as the echo died, when the last note faded, where it was just you and the others, the joy of accomplishment before the crowd erupted into a shout of happiness.

“Thank you all for coming!” you shouted into the mic, over the noise of the crowd, stepping away from Bakugou and the others, bowing.

Someone tossed a rose up to you and you smiled, taking it before backing up to the others, helping them clear the stage so the next act could take over.

“So, (Y/F/N), when were you going to tell us that Bakugou was your soulmate?” Eiji asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“That black mark on your back is a Soul Mark, and it’s the same as Kacchan’s,” Izuku said.

“What? It’s black? You’re sure?” you asked, running to the nearest mirror.

“Of course it’s black,” Denki said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because the last time I looked at it two weeks ago, it looked like this,” you replied, pulling up a photo of it on your phone. “It shouldn’t look like this.”

The pale gray made everyone wince and flinch towards their respective soulmates.

“It shouldn’t look like this,” you repeated, trying to get a good look at it.

“You didn’t tell me.”

You flinched as you caught a glimpse of Bakugou in the mirror.

“I already told my story,” you told him, turning away from the mirror to look at him.

There was some emotion on his face that you had never seen before.

“Katsuki!” his girlfriend cried, throwing herself into his arms.

You backed away, hoping to be able to get away from the awkward situation, but then he spoke up.

“You didn’t tell me our Soul Marks matched!” he yelled, practically tossing his girlfriend to the side.

“What?” she snapped, looking bewildered.

“It’s nothing,” you assured her, holding your hands up.

“It sounds like you’re trying to steal my soulmate,” she snarled.

“I’m not. If I was I would’ve told him the moment I found out we were soulmates. He’s happy with you,” you told her with a shrug, turning away.

“You aren’t going anywhere until you talk to me,” Bakugou shouted, running to latch onto your wrist.

“Bakugou, let me go. I’m not going to be a homewrecker. I’m not making you miserable.”

“I’m already miserable,” he snapped, then glanced back at his girlfriend.

“Oh shit,” someone muttered.

“You know what?” you snapped. “Fine, fine, if you wanna have this conversation now, whatever. But I’m moving this somewhere private.”

You ripped your wrist out of his grip, storming back to the dorms.

“Will someone explain why this nobody is trying to steal my man?” his girlfriend asked, her eyes blazing.

“I’m not trying to steal your man,” you told her. “He just saw the mark and freaked out about it.”

“I ‘freaked out about it’ because you’re my soulmate and you never told me!” he shouted.

“But Katsuki, I’m the one with the mark,” his girlfriend protested, positioning herself between him and you. “Are you sure hers isn’t a fake? She might be trying to trick you.”

“It’s the real thing, this is what it looked like a few weeks ago,” you said, showing her the photo.

“Pity then.”

“Do you want to touch it? Call in a fucking expert?” you snapped, loosing your patience with her.

“Shut up,” Bakugou snarled to her, then turned to you. “Explain this to me, (Y/F/N), because I can’t figure it out.”

As you re-explained everything, his girlfriend scoffed, rolling her eyes.

She clearly didn’t buy it.

“Likely sob story,” she said, baring her teeth at you. “I’m the only one that’s worthy of Katsuki. And he’s the only one worthy of me. You’re nobody.”

“I know that I’m nobody,” you snapped at her, wincing at your own tone of voice. “That’s why I never planned on telling him!”

“Never?” Bakugou asked, voice quieter than you had ever heard it.

“Never,” you repeated.

The joy from earlier was gone, replaced only by stress, a bone deep tired, and the deep ache in your stomach as you stood there.

“I deserve to have the future number one hero!” his girlfriend yelled, some inner leash she had kept on herself snapping. “I deserve to have him all to myself! The whole reason I stole your mark in the first place was to have the best! If he questions everything this easily then I deserve better!”

You flinched as she took those few steps to slap you, your head rearing back in shock.

“What do you mean you stole my mark?” you asked, hand cupping your cheek.

“I was behind you at the entrance exams,” she snarled, a wild gleam in her eyes. “I could see the mark peeking out of your costume and figured out who Katsuki was to you. So I stole your mark.”

“How? Soul Marks are one of a kind, unique to your soulmate,” you reminded her.

“It’s my quirk,” she snapped, like it should’ve been obvious.

“Her quirk is a lot like Toga’s,” Bakugou explained, moving to step between the two of you. “She can copy an appearance if she touches the original person.”

You stared at the girl in front of you. She had seemed so sincere when you had first met her, so . . . perfect.

“I think it’s time you left,” Hitoshi said, appearing behind her.

“What did you say to me?” she asked.

“I think it’s time you left.”

“Villain,” she hissed.

“Hey, you can’t talk to him like that. He’s more of a hero than you’ll ever be,” you shouted, getting in her face, your cheek still stinging from where she had hit you.

“What did you call me?” Hitoshi asked.

“A vil-”

Her voice died as she was brought under his control.

“Go to Aizawa, explain in detail what you did to both Bakugou and (Y/F/N), and tell the truth. Don’t touch either of them ever again,” he ordered, sending her away.

“Are you guys okay?” Denki asked, running over with the others.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I’m so sorry.”

Before anyone could get to you, you were inside the building, running for your room.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be something everyone enjoyed together.

You ignored the calls of your name, ignored the footsteps of the person following you.

You slammed your door, unzipping the dress, throwing as far away from yourself as you could, throwing on a the biggest shirt you had, then the biggest hoodie. You felt the need to cover everything.

For the first time in your life, you wanted to skin the mark off your shoulder blade. You wanted to take a knife and rip the mark off.

“(Y/F/N), can we come in?” Izuku asked, tapping on your door lightly.

“No,” you called, curling up on your bed, tears streaming down your face.

“(Y/F/N), are you okay?” Shouto inquired.

“No.”

You headed for the only mirror in your room, washing the makeup off.

“Go away guys!” you yelled when someone else knocked on your door. “I’m not okay and I just need to be alone.”

“I need to talk to you,” Bakugou said, barely loud enough for you to hear him.

“Why? I’m sorry I pretty much ruined your relationship, but you were the one that wanted to talk to me about it!”

“Please, just let me in,” he begged.

You sighed, not bothering to stop the tears as you opened your door.

“I’m sorry she hit you,” he murmured, touching your face lightly. “I didn’t know she was like that.”

“It’s not your fault. I should’ve made sure the mark was actually gone before I made changes to the dress.”

“You were really never going to tell me?”

He was different. He had changed since your first year, but this was different than even second year Bakugou.

He seemed hurt by the fact that you weren’t going to tell him. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Look, we’re soulmates? So what? You can walk away right now Bakugou and I won’t say anything. I . . . I don’t want to make you miserable. I just . . . if you’re happy, that’s good enough for me.”

“What if you make me happy?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t make-”

“You do make me happy,” he interrupted. “Do you think that . . . do you think it’s possible for me to make you happy?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I spent so long avoiding you that I just assumed I would make you feel frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

“Does crestfallen work better? Depressed? Malcontent perhaps.”

“I never felt anything with her,” he blurted. “I thought that might change with time but . . . she never made me laugh. My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home. I think my mom would like you.”

This was dangerous ground.

No. This was honesty.

“Your mom is important to you, isn’t she?” you asked, sitting on your bed, scooting back until your back hit the headboard. You gestured for him to sit with you, and he sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall.

He nodded, glancing at you.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Alright, how about this?” you started. “Next time we get a chance, you take me to meet your parents and if they like me we give this a shot. If not, we walk away, no hard feelings.”

He nodded again, watching you.

“Alright.”

“So you were really never gonna tell me.”

“Bakugou!”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader soulmates #katsuki x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #angst #misunderstandings #bnha x reader #my hero academia

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heysatori · 3 years

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Hey! I am new to your blog, but I binged everything, hehe, and I think you're amazing! Could you maybe do hcs with Bakusquad and todoroki with a s/o who is scared to let them meet their parents because they're the strict type who think that once you're in a relationship it basically means you intend to marry the person?

Bakusquad and Todoroki with an s/o who has strict parents

Genre: fluff Pairings: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader, Sero x reader, Kaminari x reader, Mina x reader, Jirou x reader, Shinsou x reader, Todoroki x reader a/n: this took me so long im so sorry but wow this took a lot of energy out of me JFJFSJKFA i hope i got what you wanted anon ! (─‿‿─)♡

Bakugou Katsuki

you and katsuki have been dating for quite a while now

he had already invited you to his house and you coincidentally met his parents !

he hadnt expected them to be there but they coddled u like there was no tomorrow !! (─‿‿─)♡

they asked u tons of question and u even cooked dinner with masaru !

it was a great bonding experience !

katsuki was ofc not happy with this becuz he only wanted u to himself ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐

after dinner he hauled u to his room and demanded cuddles

after that though, he lowkey expected that u would to introduce him to ur parents too

just so things are fair and square

but after numerous hints u still havent gotten the clue ! so he just confronts u abt it

but softly

“so when am i gonna meet your parents?”

you kinda turn to him a little hesitantly

your parents are pretty strict

they didnt even know you were dating bakugou at all

all they knew was that you were doing very well at UA

“uh do you want to meet them?”

“well its just, you met mine, so that means i can meet yours right?”

bakugou looks so tiny like that he justs pouting a little with his arms crossed over his chest

“i mean, theyre really strict baby, im not even allowed to be dating you right now”

bakubabes kinda shocked so he just asks u more questions

“what do you mean??”

“well if i am to date someone, they want that person to be like my future spouse or something, so its either all or nothing for them”

“tch, me? marry you? in your dreams”

u alrdy know bakugou is teasing but u hit him nonetheless

lets just say you both agree to not bring him home for a while

Kirishima Eijirou

you had already met kirishima’s mothers a few weeks back during an impromptu outing the mall with his family

there were lovely of course ! and kirishima is the living proof of all their hard work into making one of the nicest boys in the whole world

after that though

kiri had gotten a little hopeful that you’d introduce him to your parents as well

soon enough he couldnt keep it in and it eventually came out in word vomit

“huh, you want to meet my parents?”

kiri just nodded meekly and settled down on your bed, patting the space next to him

you plop down and pull him into a hug, cradling him against your chest

“uh listen baby, my parents, theyre not like yours”

“huh, what do you mean?”

“well theyre kinda strict, they dont even want me dating in the first place, plus if you do meet them, theyre expecting that you’ve already thought out how youre going to ask for my hand in marriage or something like that”

“i mean, i can marry you now if you want?”

you splutter over your words and push kirishima off your chest

“whaaaaat im serious!!”

after that you and kirishima have a thorough discussion on why he cant ask you to marry him just yet

Sero Hanta

hes pretty chill about the idea of meeting your parents and you meeting his

he isnt really going to plan anything but if anything happens to happen then he’ll just go with the flow

his parents had invited you over to dinner after they managed to spot you at a random shopping center

sero was FLUSHED !! but he let it happen, walking a little behind his parents so he could hold your hand

after that though things are totally chill

he doesnt really expect to meet your parents

as he didnt plan you meeting his parents either

but he does ask you what theyre like !

one day while you were cuddling he just looks up at you and asks you, “what are your parents like?”

“theyre pretty traditional”

“what kind of traditional?”

“the ‘are you prepared to marry my child and provide for them for the rest of your life?’ kind of traditional’

sero kinda just wheezes at your answer at your answer and leaves it alone for awhile

Kaminari Denki

hes kinda insistent on meeting ur parents

but only because he knows that its like the special bases of relationships

plus he also wants to meet the wonderful people who created you

he introduced you to his parents on your 5th month of dating

cuz he just wants the people he loves the most to interact with each other

plus with how much he talks about you home, they were also quite eager to meet you

so of course he is kinda gonna be insistent

one day he runs up to your room and presents a fancy night with you, him, and your parents

he pushes you in and explains it to you thoroughly !!

you feel kinda bad to tell him that this might not happen

“im sorry bug, but im not sure if we can do this with my parents”

hes shocked ! he sits up a little for a moment but he ends up sagging in sadness after a while

“but why”

and hes pouting !!

you feel so sad about hurting him about this

“my parents are really strict, they might not approve of you baby, they’ll probably even ask you if youre gonna marry me or something”

“i will marry you though!!”

Mina Ashido

like denki she’s a little persistent

she’s just very enthusiastic about you and everything about you

so that includes your home life

she already introduced you to her parents long ago

so shes pretty expectant

she always kinda brings it up

“so when can i meet your parents” is a common phrase you hear from her

you kinda dismiss her questions and you change the topic after that

but after a while she gets fed up and confront you about it

and although you feel bad you still feel a little reluctant to tell her

you didnt wanna ruin anything just cuz your parents are stupidly strict

but you decide to tell her anyway

you explain to her how strict your parents are but she doesnt really get the gist of it

“what do you mean though?”

“well, they’ll probably ask you if youre ready to marry me or something”

“of course i am!”

you fluster at her words

she cuddles up to u and doesnt let u leave her arms after that

Jirou Kyouka

shes kinda shy about those things

so she usually just focuses on you and only you

she never really thought about meeting your parents until the squad (mainly denki and mina) asked about it

“what do you mean when am i gonna meet their parents?”

“thats like!! the biggest step in a relationship!! if you dont meet their parents youre probably not gonna be long term!”

jirou dismisses mina’s statement and leaves to find you

although it does sound a little ridiculous, she is kinda nervous about that

was she not enough for your parents?

she finds you in your room and beats around the bush for a while before getting straight to the point, kinda

“so uh you wanna exchange parents?’

“what”

“no, sorry, i mean, like, wanna meet my parents and ill meet yours?”

youve heard stories about kyouka’s parents and they sound pretty awesome so in your mind you agree immediately

but the thought of kyouka meeting your annoyingly traditional parents sounded like a nightmare

“i dont think you’ll like my parents”

she asks a simple way and you give her a simple answer

shes totally cool with it cuz yeah she doesnt like overly traditional people

so you both end up just laying down and cuddling together

Shinsou Hitoshi

i dont think he really cares about meeting your parents

not that he doesnt care about your parents

no hes sure that they are lovely people

its just that shinsou is a litlte anti social as it is and likes to keep meeting new people to a minimum

but monoma kinda bugs him on it

egging him on to take initiative in your relationship for once and make a big step for the both of you

so one day, shinsou walks up to you begrudgingly with monoma hiding behind a wall nearby

(this is exactly what it looked like when monoma forced shinsou to gain the courage to ask you out)

“so, can i uh, meet your parents?”

you kinda laugh at how he asked it so weirdly

“where did this come from?”

“monoma said i need to man up and take initiative in our relationship and make a big step so that we can stay together forever”

you laugh even harder but you cant help but have your heart melt at shinsou’s purpose taking to you now

it may not seem like it but he really does want to have you around forever

“theyre pretty strict and traditional baby, you sure you wanna meet them?”

he turns around and monoma gives him a firm face and a thumbs up

shinsou turns back around and nods firmly

you cant help but laugh again at how adorable he looks

moving to wrap your arms around his neck you give him a small peck on the cheek

Todoroki Shouto

todoorki’s had his fair share of experience when it comes to parents

so hes not entirely eager to meet your parents

but he does think about it every now and then

for sure not everyone is going to be like his father

but hes got quite a foul mouth and no brain to mouth filter when he does speak

but he knows respect

just dont cross his line

he doesnt really bring up meeting your parents for a while

iida had asked about it once since it was a formal thing to do when gaining a significant other

todoroki simply shrugged and said he’ll think about it

and he did think about it

later that day after training he approached you, pulling on your arm to bring you closer to him

he soon pulled you to a stop by the side of the hallway, stepping rather close to you

“can i meet your parents?”

“eh??”

it was so sudden that you couldnt help your surprise

neither of you talk much about your parents (except for Rei who you had met a while back)

“well, I don’t think you’ll like them sweetie”

“I’m sure they’re lovely”

“Well, they’re just a tiny bit like your dad, not the abuse, but the uhm, in the traditional sense?”

todoroki nods firmly and pulls you to stay under his arm as you resume walking back to the dorms

“well, my mother will be your mother-in-law soon enough so you don’t need to worry”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #sero x reader #kaminari x reader #mina x reader #jirou x reader #shinsou x reader #bakusquad x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha drabbles #bnha imagines #heysatori

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pleathewrites · 2 years

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

Shigaraki's kiss is nothing but an unplugged defibrillator.

Keigo's kiss halts the rotting of Touya’s decomposing heart, digs out the self-loathing dirt, and croons in the fire of life to get it beating again.

Yet, it is Shouto's simple, "you're awake," that turns the bulletproof shelter of Touya’s self-made destiny into nothing but a glass house, and his, "whatever name I call you, it won't stop me from saving you, onii-san," that knocks it off the table to shatter it completely.

“Let me tell you a story — it’s Shiggy’s favorite.”

Dabi makes sure the two are listening.

“Say there was a city so close to utopia, but that city’s fortune is dependent on a child being locked away in a dungeon and tortured daily. On your eighteenth birthday, you are brought in to see the child. You are then given the option to stay in the city or leave. Which do you choose?”

“Neither choice helps the child, the question inspects individual guilt and capacity for empathy if anything,” Aizawa says.

“What would you choose, Young Dabi-san?” Toshinori asks.

Dabi smirks, “I’d free the kid and help ‘em burn the whole fuckin’ city to the ground.”

rating: E

pairing: dabihawks (todoroki touya/tamaki keigo), one-sided shigadabi (todoroki touya/shigaraki tomura), seroroki (sero hanta/todoroki shouto), kiribaku (kirishima eijirou/bakugou katsuki)

themes: angst with a happy ending, fluff, pining, jealousy, todofam!reunion, time-skips, plot twists, hurt/comfort, canon divergence, social commentary, dabi-centric, smut, bottom!dabi, protective & possessive!hawks, league of villains as family

status: 5/6

let me grab your soul away

i can live in your dreams

your victims, they’re getting stronger

i am the antichrist to you

when they come for you, i will shield your name

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,835 Words

Summary: Off to a chaotic start, I see. Bakugou gets dared to start a 1-A group chat. The beginnings, Shinsou gains a father figure, and the bakusquad is chaotic.

Warnings: Dead Body Mention, Death Mention, Cursing, Anxiety Attack Mention, Caps, Mental Breakdown Mention, Fire Mention, Choking Mention, Injury Mention, Murder Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Shigaraki's alias in the group chat is Ren and Dabi's alias is Haruhi. ¥11,055 is about $100 and ¥110,550 is about $1,000 on the day I wrote this.

Usernames: Area 51 Ashido: aggressive chicken dance, Kaminari: pikachoo, Kirishima: ordained, Jirou: neko neko kneecaps, Sero: wine and cheerios, Bakugou: mother i crave violence, Shinsou: its a mental breakdown

Usernames: Emo Sanctuary Jirou: tell tale heart, Tokoyami: eldritch peep, Todoroki: i love you 3000, Bakugou: knife tag, Midoriya: bitchasaurus, Shinsou: unhappy meal, Kuroiro: meth and deadamine, Shigaraki: depresso extra shot, Dabi: *sad kazoo*

Into The Group Chat We Go: Chapter 1

1:45 AM

Emo Sanctuary

i love you 3000: I require attention.

unhappy meal: is that so?

i love you 3000: Yes, it is, otherwise I wouldn't have said it.

unhappy meal: @bitchasaurus, your man is sad.

bitchasaurus: He's not my man, Shinsou. Pretty sure he's no one's man, actually. And it's not like I'd have time for a relationship anyway.

i love you 3000: True. I'm not in a relationship.

unhappy meal: regardless, get your friend. the man wants attention.

bitchasaurus and i love you 3000 are now offline

*sad kazoo*: I dare someone to start a group chat with 1a and say something weird.

knife tag: Would I get paid for this?

*sad kazoo*: I'll give you anywhere from 11,05 yen to 110,550 yen.

knife tag: Deal.

2:00 AM

Bakugou has started a group chat

Bakugou has added Hanta, Mina, Eijiro, Denki, and 15 others to the chat

Bakugou has renamed the group chat to Area 51

Bakugou: His body is ready to be taxidermied. It's what Shinsou would've wanted.

Sero: What the fucketh?

Aoyama: Quoi?

Midoriya is now online

Midoriya: You didn't add Shinsou, you ass.

Bakugou: Oops, fuck.

Bakugou has added Shinsou to Area 51

Shinsou: hi I guess.

Aoyama: So your corpse is not being stuffed by Bakugou at the moment?

Shinsou: I mean, he can always taxidermy me while I'm alive. it's not like I'd stop him.

Midoriya: He's not. Kacchan was dared with cash to start this group chat and say something weird. Goodnight, filthy heathens.

Midoriya is now offline

Ojiro: Wow, Midoriya isn't messing around.

Aoyama: I feel ✨insulted✨ being called a filthy heathen.

Ojiro: I mean, it is an insult, Aoyama.

Aoyama: Yes, Ojiro, I understood that.

Sero: Why on earth are you two awake?

Ojiro: Because I can't sleep?

Aoyama: I got hungry.

Sero: Well, go to bed.

2:15 AM

Emo Sanctuary

knife tag: It's done.

knife tag: chatscreenshot.jpg

*sad kazoo* has sent a money transfer to knife tag

*sad kazoo*: Your money's pending to whatever card is attached to your number.

knife tag: moneytransferscreenshot.jpg

eldritch peep: wow, you really sent him 11,055 yen?

knife tag: This man's out here fueling my savings since UA instituted the no job rule since the dorms went into effect.

unhappy meal: they instituted a no job rule!? that's why I got that paper!? I thought that was a joke!

*sad kazoo*: Better put in a two weeks, kid.

unhappy meal: I literally can't. if I don't work, I don't have a way of feeding myself!

*sad kazoo*: Can't you ask your parents to send you food money, Toshi?

unhappy meal: okay, Haruhi, I know you weren't here when we started this chat with just me, Katsuki, Shouto, and Izuku so you don't know but I literally don't have parents, man. I lived in an orphanage until the beginning of the school year and, after I got in, I began renting an apartment near the school so I could attend. which means I'll lose my apartment where my cat and dog stay and it has all my stuff in it too.

tell tale heart: He's having an anxiety attack, someone go get him. I don't know where his room is.

meth and deadamine: I'll check on him.

knife tag: On my way.

eldritch peep: I'm coming, hold on.

*sad kazoo*: I've finally become a father at 28. I knew this shit would happen eventually.

*sad kazoo* has sent a money transfer to unhappy meal

*sad kazoo*: That's your monthly allowance. Do whatever you want, kid.

unhappy meal: I'm gonna cry.

unhappy meal: moneytransferscreenshot.jpg

meth and deadmine: You got 110,550 yen!? Haruhi out here paying kids to exist.

*sad kazoo*: That sounds weird, don't say that. I'm here because I'm Ren's best friend and Ren is Izuku's brother. I've effectively adopted both Katsuki and Hitoshi, I'm not sending random kids money for no reason, they're my sons.

eldritch peep: Ignore him, Kuroiro likes making things sound weird. How does it feel to be a father, Haruhi?

*sad kazoo*: Fatherhood? Guess that means I need to shape up and be a dad, huh?

eldritch peep: Step the fuck up, Haruhi.

*sad kazoo*: I am, I am. Toshi, kid, don't cry or whatever, everything's gonna be fine.

unhappy meal: thanks, dad.

*sad kazoo*: My heart hurts. Why does it hurt? What the fuck is this feeling?

knife tag: It's called pride. It's because you're happy.

*sad kazoo*: This child is mine now, I'm going to find a way to legally adopt you.

unhappy meal: that would actually be really cool if you did.

*sad kazoo*: Looks like I'm re-evaluating my life tonight so I can make it hospitable for a son. I'm gonna go see if I can figure out how to fix some shit. Night, kids.

knife tag: hitoshicryingabouthavingadadnow.vid

Transcript Begin

"Hito, it's okay." -eldritch peep

"I have a dad now, Fumi." -unhappy meal

"We know, Shinsou." -meth and deadamine

"I have a dad." -unhappy meal

"Time to sleep, Toshi." -knife tag

"Okay. Time to sleep." -unhappy meal

Transcript End

*sad kazoo*: I love my son. Take care of him.

8:25 AM

Area 51

Ashido: ALERT- MY ALARMS DIDN'T GO OFF, PLEASE STALL AIZAWA FOR ABOUT TEN MINUTES

this message has been marked as an emergency

Shinsou: On it.

8:40 AM

Area 51

Ashido: What'd you do to distract him, Shinsou?

Shinsou: Oh, gave myself an anxiety attack.

Ashido: SHINSOU!

Shinsou: It was an emergency! You'd be in detention right now if I hadn't. plus I had one last night too so it wasn't hard to do.

Ashido: Shinsou, don't ever do that for me again but thank you. You're getting big bakusquad hugs at lunch.

Shinsou: It's not like it was difficult. I got lots to break down about.

Ashido: Me too, bitch.

4:00 PM

Area 51

Shinsou has changed their name to its a mental breakdown

Ashido: Oh my god, Shinsou.

its a mental breakdown: I figured while I'm at it.

Ashido: Speaking of at it.

Ashido has changed Kaminari's name to pikachoo

Ashido has changed Jirou's name to neko neko kneecaps

Ashido has changed Sero's name to wine and cheerios

Ashido has changed Bakugou's name to mother i crave violence

Ashido has changed their name to aggressive chicken dance

Kirishima: Could you not think of one for me?

aggressive chicken dance: More like can't decide.

Kirishima has changed their name to ordained

pikachoo: You're ordained, Kiri?

ordained: Yeah. I got ordained for my moms' wedding in a few months.

pikachoo: So cool, dude.

ordained: Oh, Shinsou, dude, you said you had an anxiety attack last night, you good, man?

its a mental breakdown: one sec.

4:05 PM

Emo Sanctuary

unhappy meal: can I talk about it, Zuku?

bitchasaurus: Yeah, why not? Because it involves Ren? It's not a big deal, Hitoshi!

unhappy meal: just making sure, some people don't like their personal lives talked about by other people.

bitchasaurus: I don't mind, Hitoshi.

4:09 PM

Area 51

its a mental breakdown: alright. so we had a chat from right after the sports festival with just me, Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki which became an emo chatroom when we added Tokoyami, Jirou, and Kuroiro.

its a mental breakdown: And then Midoriya got in contact with his older brother, Ren and added him and Ren's best friend Haruhi to the chat because he wanted to show off Ren but Ren didn't feel comfortable talking without Haruhi lurking in the chat.

its a mental breakdown: you guys probably don't know but I was an orphan from a really really young age because my parents died when I was young and my other family members didn't want me. and at the beginning of this year, when I got into UA, I moved out of the orphanage, got an apartment close to campus and all, I'd had a job for two years prior.

its a mental breakdown: and last night, Haruhi gave Bakugou 11,055 yen as a dare to start this chat. then Bakugou and Haruhi were talking about the no-job rule because of the dorms and I'd thought it was a joke when I got the paper so I didn't have anything saved up and I don't exactly have parents I can ask for money if I need to buy food and I'm definitely not asking my friends and bothering them.

its a mental breakdown: I mean, I have enough I could coast for a month or two without pay but I feel like Aizawa would kill me for not eating right.

its a mental breakdown: anyway, I had my anxiety attack, Haruhi sent me money, Kuroiro made a sentence creepy like always, and Haruhi called me and Bakugou his sons. him, Jirou and Tokoyami joked about him being a dad for a bit and then he actually told me when I went back online that he wanted to legally adopt me.

mother i crave violence: Thus why I didn't wake up Pinky this morning. I was busy in the Gen Ed dorms with my new brother.

its a mental breakdown: I will have another breakdown, don't tempt me.

ordained: Shinsou, man, that's so awesome! You have a dad! We should have a party for Shinsou getting a dad!

its a mental breakdown: if it makes you guys happy then go for it but if you go crazy with the party again. we already had the incident on my birthday, we're not having another.

Asui: What incident, kero?

its a mental breakdown: Kirishima's hair got set on fire at some point, Sero got tangled onto the railing of my balcony and was hanging from my fifth floor apartment's balcony railing, Mina choked on a piece of burnt tofu, Kaminari slipped in the bathroom and fell into the full bathtub where he then electrocuted himself, Bakugou got his face shoved into the cake and sat in the corner pouting while my cat Ume and dog Anzu tried to eat the cake off his face for the rest of the night, Jirou got lost inside my apartment building, and I hit my head on the counter and had a concussion for a week.

Hagakure: Why is your friend group so chaotic?

mother i crave violence: I like to think I've cultivated a well-functioning group of chaotic demons. At least if one of us is doing something dumb, usually the rest will either follow or do something dumb of their own.

neko neko kneecaps: I'd like to plead innocent as well as shift majority blame to Midoriya's friend group because I just know those idiots could and would collectively kill and hide a body and nobody would ever know it was them.

Midoriya: Bold of you to assume we haven't already.

neko neko kneecaps: Yeah, hi, mom, pick me up, I'm afraid of Midoriya again.

Midoriya: You can run, Jirou, but you can't hide.

neko neko kneecaps: You can't kill me, Bakugou would be sad!

Midoriya: You may live...for now.

neko neko kneecaps: Oh, thank the gods.

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jackidy · 3 years

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To Star Lake: Chapter 3

Rating: T Pairings: Todoroki Shouto/Sero Hanta Characters: Various Universe: Howls Moving Castle Au

Summary: A day of impossibilities starts with a mystery man, with mismatched eyes and cold hands, rescuing him in a dark alleyway as he attempted to go about his business and the pet name sweetheart being said a little too tenderly. It ends with another stranger cursing him in his own store after telling them to leave.

Things like this don’t happen to people like Sero Hanta.

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“Stop fucking hovering, Deku.”

“He spent most of the night on that stool, Kacchan! What if he’s too sore to move?”

There’s the sound of something being set down, the crackling of firewood sounding endearingly angry as Sero is reluctantly pulled from sleep. Who or, rather, what was a Deku? His track record of meeting new people recently having been reduced to sentient inanimate objects, mentally running through a list of possibilities only to open his eyes and find not an object but a very, very human face.

Sero isn’t sure why he’s so disappointed by that fact.

It’s no surprise he’s as sore as he was the previous morning, if not more so, knowing he should be more concerned about the deafening crack his back makes as he sits up than he is, the concentrated pain in his spine seeming to bleed out into a more bearable ache that bloomed over his shoulder blades and rib cage. The kid, Deku if Bakugou was to be believed, was there in an instant hovering with his arms open, having absolutely no idea where to place them.

“I’m good.” Sero croaks, dismissing the kid with a wave of his hand, legs mid swing off the bed when someone knocks on the door, watching with humoured curiosity as the green haired boy runs down the stairs, back up them again, draping a cloak over his shoulders and changing his appearance with a pull up of his hood as Bakugou barks out what door it was.

How can it lead to Port Haven when Sero had come in through the wastes?

“Is the great wizard Frostfire present?”

His confusion of the name speaks volumes of how little information on magic had made it to the countryside, Sero pushing himself off of the bed with another grunt, smiling to himself when he notices his walking stick leaning against the arm rest of the sofa he’d previously been sleeping on. How had he gotten onto the sofa anyway? Surely that teenager at best hadn’t carried him over?

“He’s out at the moment, sir, but I’ll be sure to pass on any message.”

The glare of the morning sun makes him wince, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his free hand, blinking rapidly in the aftermath. He’d never seen the ocean before, never really left the small town he’d grown up in, living vicariously through Mina when she would talk so enthusiastically about everywhere she had visited to gather inspiration for the hat shop. He wonders, fondly, how mad they were going to be when he eventually came home and he revealed he’d finally left town, not because of them but because he had a run in with two wizards.

“It has been requested by his Majesty that all witches and wizards are to report to the capitol city at once for service in the war to come.”

How much of this would they believe though? The only reason he was due to the fact he was living it for how often did stories of curses, magic fires and scarecrows, and moving castles turn out to be true? Not often enough to be true. How many stories of Shouto’s supposed victims had been proven false now? Too many for the concept of him as a heart eater to really have any credibility but not enough to dismiss them entirely.

“Oh, he’s not going to be happy about this.” The kid mutters walking up the steps, carry a scroll he deposits on the table, the form of an old man melting back into him as he pulled the hood down and cloak off. He jumps upon noticing Sero staring at him, Bakugou laughing at the teens expense in a way that was more cackle than anything else. “I forgot to ask! What’s your name? I’m Midoriya Izuku, also how did you get in here? Are you a wizard too? Are you one of Master Shouto’s friends?”

“I’m Sero Ha-”

“KINGSBURY DOOR!” Bakugou yells, cutting off Sero and pushing Midoriya back into a slight panic, yellow cape back on and the old man he had been moments before came back into view. Weren’t they in Port Haven? How were they getting knocks in Kingsbury? Sero leaning over the railing as teenager took a breath and turned the small dial above the handle, the sound of seagulls and the near by port being drowned by the clamour of a busy city, the rumble of cars and the sound of people going about their day.

“Hello, is this the residence of the wizard Iceflame?”

First Frostfire and now Iceflame, how many aliases did Shouto have anyway and why would he even need them? Perhaps he should stop going down that train of thought now, nip it in the bud before it gets out of hand, he has his own issues to deal with without getting caught up in the dramatics of wizards anymore than he already has done. Conversation with the men at the door over, Midoriya closes the door, resting his head against it before changing the small dial again, the vibrance of the city melting away into the dull pallor of the wastes and the gentle sound of rain fall.

“Sero, I walked in, no and no.” He offers in hopes of melting away at least some of the stress off of the other’s face, only for it to be replaced with confusion, the teenager still wearing that face as he walked up the stairs and deposited yet another scroll next to the one he’d been handed not even five minutes ago. Even Bakugou looks on the sceptical side of confusion, making it perfectly clear he didn’t believe a word Sero had just said.

“That doesn’t make sense, most people can’t just walk in here, especially those who aren’t friends with Shouto.” Midoriya stated firmly, a determined look on his face, Sero half concerned he was going to challenge him to a fight despite any assertion Sero may give that he was right and that he did not know who Shouto was, just the rumours that followed him everywhere.

“I’ve never met the guy.” Sero states flatly, earning another strange reaction from Midoriya, this time one of confused surprise, and an oddly smug look from Bakugou. Was he missing something here that he should know, the old man sighing before moving to inspect the cluttered counters around them, frowning at the sight of potions mixed with food, parchments filled with recipes draped over crockery that were perhaps beyond the point of saving.

How anyone lived like this was beyond him, knowing full well he wasn’t the tidiest but he’d never let his messes get to this point, wondering vaguely which side of the line between too busy to clean and too lazy to try the occupants of this house fell under. It’s why its so surprising when Sero finally manages to find food, still fresh and edible, hidden partially beneath a cloche, eyeing the bacon and eggs hungrily before looking up and checking for other ingredients.

Carbs. He was missing carbs, bread being the best suited for what he had in mind but he would take any at this point in order add some bulk to the meal. Vegetables he’d given up on looking for, the only splash of greenery coming from the patches of mould attached to what was once food residue. How was Midoriya an image of health in conditions like this, he was feeling ill just thinking about what layer in the deeper layers of mess.

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast.” He replies like it’s obvious, gently extracting the basket of meat and eggs from the side, wincing at the clatter of plates as they fell into the gap left behind, hooking it into his elbow and grinning as he finally spotted a loaf of bread on the table, still fresh and, with any luck, not entirely stale. “Do we have anything to make tea with?”

“Yes, we have a teapot but Kacchan doesn’t listen to anyone bar Shouto and even then, its reluctantly!” the panic in his voice is palpable, Sero only acknowledging his statement with a click of his tongue, setting the food down on a stool by the fire demon, turning his attention instead to the collection of pans hung against the wall. The second from the left is his best option, Sero thinks, big enough for two portions, maybe even three at a push, eyeing the irritated fire and wondering if it even ate.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll listen.” Sero grins, perking up the way he always did when he was about to get Kaminari in trouble with Mina or vice versa, turning he cast iron frying pan in his hand. It’s a comfortable weight, pleasantly surprised that even with the aches and pains ridiculing his body he was able to hold it this easily, moving back over to the hearth, smile widening with every step as Bakugou started to look more and more like a pissed off cat. “Won’t you Bakugou?”

“Fuck off.” The crackle of fire wood and the floating specs of flame is more comforting than intimidating, Sero feeling more like he was in the presence of a friend than personified fire. “I aint doing shit for you.”

“I guess I’m telling Shouto of our deal then.” Sero smirks, voice dropping to a low whisper so Midoriya could not hear them, taking small joy from the way the fire seemed to still, looking away from the fire to the pan as he turned it in his hands again. He had become more daring with age, it seemed, knowing full well he’d have at least given it a second thought before speaking so brazenly with Bakugou. “Do I look like a man with much left to get fucked up by a wizard?”

The sound of steam, a billow of smoke, fire tempering down to a blue concentrated flame as Sero brings the pan down, flames kissing blackened iron and his hand hovering over metal to check how the pan was heating up. “Then have this curse from me, may all your food burn, bastard.” It doesn’t sting, no anger behind the words masquerading as a curse, Sero noting that the other seemed almost impressed again, electing to not comment on it.

There’s an awed whisper somewhere behind him of ‘Kacchan is doing what he says’, Sero shaking his hand as he moved it from the frying pan, finally hot enough, to the slices of bacon thick enough to be belly pork. Two or three? Two or three? He settles on three, unsure of if it was an apology slice to Bakugou or an extra one for Midoriya, a level of concern in him over the way the teenager stood shorter than him despite Sero having shrunk with age. Maybe this is why his friends referred to him as their dad jokingly.

Sero barely notices the creak of an opening door, the tap of footsteps on stairs, Sero too focused on the sizzling fat and inward lamentation at the lack of seasoning to give the new distraction his attention. “Master Shouto! You’re back early, you received summons from the palace as both aliases, what do we...” The teenager trails off before brightening again, Sero freezing as something cold radiates beside him.

Before a burning fire demon and yet it felt like all the warm had been sucked away, a shiver running down his spine as he looked up at the source of the drop in temperature and he feels himself freeze further.

Apparently, he had met Shouto after all.

It was the man from the alley way, the man who swept him off his feet and into the air, had let him float onto a balcony, kissed his knuckles and called him his. He’d not only met Shouto, he’d also been haunted by the man for the past thirty six hours, the curiosity over what it had all meant dying on his tongue as he remembered his bitterness from yesterday. It was Shouto’s fault he was in this predicament, Sero having only made the mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Obedience isn’t like you.” A quiet quip, a light laugh in his voice as the sound of a gas stove seems to increasing in volume, Sero throwing himself further into cooking so he didn’t become lost in that voice all over again. Flip the bacon? Check. Add the eggs? Check. Empty shells lay on the edge of the hearth, the sizzle of opaquing whites an all too welcome distraction as the wizard spoke again, this time addressing Sero. “And you are?”

“Oh! That’s Sero.” Midoriya chirps in, Sero thankful for the teenager’s interruption, still not entirely sure of what he wanted to say to the wizard. ‘Thank you for saving me, by the way, I appreciate that the price of not being mugged was being a pensioner’ was too angry, too antagonistic for this time in the morning, smiling at the memory of his grandmother telling him that aggression should not be spoken before breakfast, least they sour the food.

“Here let me-”

“No.” His voice is firm, the silence in the kitchen stifling, as Sero looks up at the wizard, look as set as his tone, tightening his grip on the panhandle, challenging the other to try and take it from him. “I don’t trust people who let their kitchen be this messy to cook for me.” Maybe his new found age had made him too bold, watching shock overtake Shouto’s face before he’s laughing behind his hand again.

“Okay, that’s fair.” He leaves Sero’s side then, scooping up the eggshells and moving them closer to Bakugou, turning on his heel to busy himself with something behind the old man. A clatter of ceramic, the whistle of a boiling kettle and the awed curiosity from Midoriya that spilled from his lips like a waterfall, Shouto answering every single one with patience.

Maybe the rumours were incorrect after all, Sero surmises, turning to the table, pan in hand, to find a corner haphazardly cleared, for how many Casanovas spent their time answering a multitude of questions on the properties of rosehip tea from a teenager that was made of curiosity and wonder. He’s barely taken three steps when Shouto is by his side again, strangely reminiscent of the alleyway only this time the cold hand is on his shoulder, not his waist, the warm hand brushing over his own holding the pan before gripping it just above the towel.

Why wasn’t that burning his hand? “Here, let me.” It’s difficult to not listen to what that voice, kitchen towel falling to the floor with a dull thump, hand slipping from his shoulder to the middle of his back to give an encouraging push forward. Midoriya is in the middle of pouring tea when he takes his seat, eyebrows raising in mild disbelief at the small bowl he is given in place of a cup, noting that the makeshift cups for both Shouto and Deku seem to be in a similar state of not being remotely cup or mug shaped.

Plate of food slide towards him, Sero nearly drops his head into his hands as Midoriya offers him a selection of two spoons and a fork, commenting a little awkwardly that he could only have one as ‘the rest are dirty’, Sero taking the fork, making sure to wipe it on his shirt before trusting it enough near his food. He’d been through the wastes and slept in this shirt yet he still trusted it more than this kitchen area.

“So, is there a reason why you’re in my kitchen, Sero?” His voice isn’t accusatory, just a gentle curiosity that takes Sero by surprise and renders him off guard. Shouldn’t he be more annoyed by this? Was a random man that much of a common occurrence in his home that he found no need to question it or was it something else? He daren’t entertain the idea that Shouto not only knew he was cursed but could see him as he actually was.

“I’m your new house keeper, Bakugou hired me.” There’s a choked noise from the hearth, Sero once again questioning where this boldness came from, focusing on looking at the cooling eggs as opposed to giving Shouto any form of visual acknowledgement. He’s going to end up in more trouble, the wave of confidence that came in the form of believing things couldn’t get worse seeming to have dried out already.

Things could get worse. There was still so much he could lose.

“It would be nice to have a more organised kitchen.” It’s Midoriya that speaks now, contemplative, Sero biting back a laugh at the offended noise from Shouto, feeling more at ease. He’s not sure what it is, something about the green haired boy is putting him at ease, the tension that was slowly building in his shoulders slipping away just as easily as it came. “Would probably stop customers commenting on everything.”

The younger pair slip into easy conversation, mostly one sided as Midoriya talked of practicalities within their art of magic, Shouto only offering the odd word here and there in either agreement of dismissal, Sero tuning out the conversation easily enough. Where would he even begin with a place like this? Eyes flicking from the pile of books and parchment before him, to the dire state of the sideboards, looking past Shouto to look at the hearth, grimacing. He hasn’t known Bakugou long but he already knows cleaning the mountains of ash and charcoal from the hearth was going to be an endeavour in and of itself. Maybe he should save that for last.

“Sero?” He jumps at his name, looking back to the magical pair and finding them both looking at him, Sero blinking owlishly under the mix of concerned and humoured looks. Why did Shouto look like that? What had he missed? “I asked you what was in your pocket.”

His pocket?

Wrinkled hands pat trouser pockets, bemusement clear as day when something crinkles under his touch, slipping his hand into his pocket to find a note. How long had that been there? These had been fresh out of the drawer when he’d put them on, his only handling of paper when he left the note for Mina and Uraraka, eyeing the purple note warily before placing it in Shouto’s extended, expectant hand.

Paper touches skin. Paper explodes into blue flame and ash, hands recoiling at the flash of heat as intricate details scorch themselves into the table, Sero quickly checking his hand for any burns before looking to Shouto, no longer weird in his welcome but aggravated, a tension building in his shoulders, something about the expression seeming weirdly familiar but Sero couldn’t place why.

The silence stretches as a pale hand presses against the table, the smell of acrid, burnt flesh filling the air as blue fire sparked to life around Shouto’s hand. Sighing deeply, Shout stands, the mark on the table gone and the hand that had been on the table now cradled to his chest, the remainder of his tea downed, his half eaten plate of food dumped into Bakugou’s flames.

“Move the castle seventy miles north, I’ll be needing hot water too.”

It’s Midoriya who first breaks the silence at the table, Bakugou cursing up a storm towards Shouto in the background as he turned to Sero, a set look on his face that the teenager was failing to not show as threatening. “Are you working for Dabi?” His voice is low, Sero growing more confusion at the sudden tension. He hadn’t known who Shouto was until about ten minutes ago, how was he supposed to know who this Dabi was?

“Kid I have no idea who Da-”

“Pass that on to little Shouto, would you.”

Something snaps in him then. A white boiling rage that was so out of character for him that it threatened to suffocate him. Dabi. Dabi was the man following Shouto. Dabi was the bastard who had done this to him. Slamming his hand on the table, he barely feels the pain from the impact, Midoriya jumping back from him and even Bakugou stops his tirade against Shouto.

“I do not work for Dabi.” He spat his name out like it was poison. “He’s the reason I-”

His lips seal, a pain developing in his vocal cords as he tried to speak of the curse, tried to tell the increasingly panicked looking teenager about how he wasn’t in his seventies but twenty four, how he’d been cursed for just being seen with his master. Sero’s attempts to speak of his predicament end with an angry sob, coughs wracking his sore throat, a warm hand rubbing his back as another cup of tea was slid towards him, the comfort Midoriya offered welcome but doing little to ease his mood.

“I don’t work for Dabi.” He repeated softly, the floral tea providing another performative sense of comfort, warming his old bones and easing the physical aches and pains that plagued him.

“I know, I’m sorry I asked.”

#todosero #seroroki #sero hanta #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha howls moving castle au #to star lake

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italian-pastry · 3 years

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Rambling about the Family Tree

Here’s the Family Tree!

And under the cut is all my rambling about designs or whatever! (this ended up not being about designs too much. Hm)

OK WE NEED TO BE ORGANIZED HERE I’ll be going generation by generation, from left to right. Everyone will be here, just for organization sake. Of course, some people are more important than others, so be warned for long rambles (in generation 2 especially) OK LET’S GO

Generation 1: Iida Parents: Idk man. They don’t even have designs. They’re probably cool Enji: He doesn’t deserve to be drawn well :) That and he doesn’t deserve to meet his grandkids :)) Rei: She deserves to be pretty and be a cool grandma. Her grandkids adore her. Hisashi: This mans is kinda wildin’ in my universe. Whatever he’s up to, it’s not being Inko’s husband. Inko: Soft grandma!!!!! We love her and she loves her grandkids and husband. Toshinori: He deserves to retire and settle down and be happy with his family and be adored by his gandkids. Emiko’s Father: He and Yukie got married (and Yukie got pregnant with Emiko) almost right out of highschool. He expected Yukie to give up her career to care for Emiko, but that didn’t gel with Yukie, so she divorced him when Emiko was little. Idk where he is now. Yukie: We love her. I love her. She’s super sweet and super cool and super short and that’s all you need to know. She also looks a lot like Eijirou (or, at least I tried to make them look similar) Crimson Riot: I subscribe to the Dad-Crimson theory, so here we are. After Emiko started elementary school, Yukie tried to get her career back together, but after meeting and having a thing with Crimson Riot and getting pregnant with Eijirou, she gave it up to be able to care for her kids. Nadie: An American journalist who moved to Japan for work! She and Yukie met and got married when Eijirou was 9-10. She has 3 kids from her previous marriage (that ended in disaster). Christopher Skyline: (Yes, THE Christopher “Captain Celebrity” Skyline. We’re just ignoring the Vigilantes canon over here.) Nadie’s ex-husband and the father of Hanae, Etsuko, and Suzume. He was a serial cheater, and the kids was a desperate attempt made by Nadie to try to make him stick around. Sperm Donor: Just a sperm donor. Mitsuki: Still looks SUPER young. She doesn’t like it when her grandkids call her “Grandma” or anything like that because it makes her feel old. Masaru: Loves being called “Grandpa” or whatever by his grandkids. He loves them, and likes to visit them a lot. Mika: Still quiet and chill. We love her. Kyotoku: Still loud and fun. He’s a cool dude, and he got them smile lines Beru: Her head is weird. I’m sorry queen, but it freaked me out. Ganma: He freaked me out even more. He was my least favorite to draw. Sorry bro. Uraraka’s Parents: Her dad reminds me of my dad (vaguely). They don’t have names, but they’re cool. Also, Ochako was able to get them a nice house, so good for them. Shouta: Just go look at @nartothelar‘s Silver Fox AU that was my main inspiration. He a grumpy old man who only likes his kids and grandkids and family. Hizashi: Same thing as Shouto. I like to think that all of his hair has grayed, so his hair is like Platinum Blond now.

Ok! Gen 1 done, and it was mostly me rambling about Eijirou’s parents. Maybe one day I’ll dedicate a post to them.

Generation 2: Tenya: I had him grow his hair out because 1.) I thought it was cute and 2.) it represents him loosening up a lil’ after school. He wears contacts during Hero Work, but wears his glasses casually. Tensei: Literally just the same dude. He’s Tensei and he’s chill and he’s cool. Dabi: I gave him an eyebrow piercing and a fun new cut. (Fun fact: That’s his Fantasy AU fairstyle) Fuyumi: I hope her hair looks very Teacher-y and Motherly. I think she looks super cute. Natsuo: A simple dude. He finds a cut that works and sticks with it. Although I did give him sideburns and a lil’ touch of beard. Shouta: Instead of shaving his red side, he combs the white side over it. Also, I hc that in his left eye, he’s half blind. Izuku: Yikes. He got the wound early in his hero career. He went blind in his right eye, so he and Shouta together are like 1 and 1/4 blind. Emiko: Eijirou’s older half sister. I would say she’s Girlboss and Natsuo is Malewife, and I think that’s accurate - even if only a little. She’s a social service worker, and met Natsuo in college. I had an old design before, but I like this one A LOT more Eijirou: I am a simp for long hair Eijirou, so here we are. ALSO freckles!!!! I love freckley eijirou. Also stubly beard and cool new scar. He is very dad. Hanae: The chill little sister. Probably a lawyer or professor or something smart like that. Etsuko: The crazy sister. She works in the hero field! If as hero support or as an actual pro, idk yet! Suzume: The ex-crybaby sister. She’s prolly doing something fun and artsy. Also, HUGE demigirl vibes Kane: The energetic little brother! He has most certainly gone pro, since he’s like very early 20s now. Fun Fact!: He was 6 when Mieko was born, so a lot of people thought they were siblings. It only got worse when Akio rolled around. Katsuki: hehe Undercut Bakugou. Also, hearing aids! I put his eyebrow scar there so he and his hubby are matchy matchy. Actually, both of their scars are pretty matchy matchy.... huh. Also, I’m totally not saying he was invloved in the fight that gave Izuku his scar, definitely not. Mashirao: STOP SAYING HE’S PLAIN AND ORDINARY. HE’S BEAUTIFUL DAMMIT. Every time I draw him I think about how darn pretty he is and that he could be like a KPop star or smth Tooru: It’s tooru! Super fun lil’ lady. What a queen. Mina: Look at that kick-ass scar I gave her. It’s what she deserves. Although, that eye may be a lil fucked up. Ah well, at least it looks cool. Yuuga: LOOK AT HIS HAIR. I am so happy with how it turned out! He so pretty. He and Mina are DEFINATELY Girlboss and Malewife. Hado: Also a simple lady. Prolly also needed to stick to her brand of long hair. She still super pretty tho. Lowkey disappointed I didn’t give her the stereotypical Anime-Protag’s-Mom hairstyle Haya: Completely shaved her head, and got more piercings! Like, 100% more Punk Rock. Itsuka: FRECKLES FRECKLES FRECKLES. And short hair!!!!!! Sigh, I love her. Tetsutetsu: I tried to make him look like Ejirou, even if just the face structure. I like how his hair and scar turned out tho. What a lad. Mezo: What a cool dude! Got a sick nasty scar, but covers it with his hair. I think, even with a majority of his face covered, he is still very handsome Miya: She has a name now!!!!!! What an icon. She’s a Hero Costume Designer, and she has a spider mutation. Wolf Spider, specifically (I think). She is so adorable and spunky I love her. Momo: Short hair!!!!!!1!1!1!11! God, what a goddess. We love her so so so much. Also, she gets to have a cool scar, too Kyouka: While she’s in UA, she straightens her hair, but after she graduates, she doesn’t care abt it. Momo rlly likes it curly. She also has that thing going on where you shave all of ur head except for ur bangs (and the side thingies). Oh! And eyebrow piercing! Satsuki: Pretty! Also, I made sure that all the girls who would’ve been 6-7 during the current time all had ponytails now (Satsuki, Etsuko, and Eri) Samidare: He’s super cool, and I decided to give him long hair to make him cooler. Also, Demiboy vibes, anyone? Tsuyu: A queen!!!!!! I love her so much!!!!!!! When her hair is down, it reaches to her shoulder blades. Ochako: SHE LOOKS SO BADASS I AM SO HAPPY. Look at her, with those cool scars, and that cool hair! What a queen! Mirio: Classic Mirio! Tbh, idk if I’ll give Mirio his quirk back. Like a lot of the stuff in the recent arc I’ve ignored, soooo......... Tamaki: He has SO MUCH HAIR. It ridiculous. Since growing it out, he uses it to hide behind if it’s left down. So Mirio likes to do stuff with his hair and make it look cute. Nikko helps, too! Eri: A queen!!!!!!!!!! Idk if she’ll be a Pro Hero or doctor that specializes with pro heroes, but I want her to be happy and help people! Hitoshi: Hanta and Denki weaves flowers into his hair a la Rapunzel all the time. The braid is really loose and shitty a lot of the time tho. Ah well. Denki: Because I moved his black stripe to down the center of his hair, my little sister keeps calling Denki and Race Car. And I agree. He got those scars because he was able to train himself to really not fry his brain anymore, but that means if he overloads, his electricity escapes some other way, so through his ears and into his face. Hanta: That scar was very strategically places because I am a firm believe that Sero will uncannily resemble Shouta when he gets older. I hadn’t done a really good job at that tho....... hm.

Gen 2 is done!!!!!! It was my fave generation to draw UwU. I’m not sure what to say with Gen 3, since I’ve already talked about them a lot. Jeez, idk. I’ll think about something to ramble about later.

@questionableholidayreally Tozen rlly said “I am literally just vibing ;)”

#Long post #bnha #bnha fankids #bnha next gen #I still cannot get over the fact that I drew 84 faces #like #damn #If u have any questions or just wanna yell at me just slide on into those asks! I'm happy to answer!#Born And Raised #Mha Born And Raised

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goldgalaxytea-fanfics · 4 years

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Where have the times gone?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boko No Hero Academia

Relationship: Katsuki Bakugou x Izuku Midoriya

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Inko Midoriya, Mitsuki Bakugou, Ochako Uraraka, Shouto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Eijirou Kirishima, Original Villain Character

Additional Tags: Future AU, Timeskip AU, Mutual Pining, Training, Future/Timeskip AU, Rivals to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, Practice fight, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reunions, seasons of anime exchange 2020, Injury, Injury Recovery, Actual Fight, SofA 2020, Gift Fic, Gift Work, Canon-Typical Violence, Idiots in Love, Pining Bakugou Katsuk, iPining Midoriya Izuku, Useless Gays, Crying, Angst, Fic Exchange, Non-Graphic Violence, Oblivious, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Adult Bakugou Katsuki, Adult Midoriya Izuku, Aged-Up Character(s)

Words: 2,545

Summary:

“Universal Truth: If Truth means a statement the content of which corresponds to reality, and if Universal means always and everywhere then a Universal Truth is a statement which corresponds to reality regardless of time and space. An example might be ten is greater than five - not exactly profound, but always true.”

The fact that Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou loved each other was a Universal Truth. Yet somehow everyone except them knew it.

Author’s Notes:

This is a gift for Mahokoyuki for the @seasons-of-anime-exchange 2020! I hope you enjoy your gift!!!💖 I had a lot of fun writing it!!!😊💕

(Title from "Payphone" by Maroon 5)

Universal Truth: If Truth means a statement the content of which corresponds to reality, and if Universal means always and everywhere then a Universal Truth is a statement which corresponds to reality regardless of time and space. An example might be ten is greater than five - not exactly profound, but always true.

The fact that Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou loved each other was a Universal Truth. Yet somehow everyone except them knew it.

Deku and Kacchan had been inseparable as kids. Both child’s parents could see as clear as day that the toddlers greatly cared about each other. Every opportunity they had they were with each other.

At school they sat beside each other, never letting the teacher separate their seats. After school they ran and played at the playground, joyful laughter and screams piercing through the air. At each other's homes they spent hours having fun in their very own world; chatting about whatever random thing popped into their little minds, pretending to be heroes and villains locked in a glorious battle, making up stories and creating worlds as they played with their toys.

When the day finally came to an end both mothers had to practically pry their crying kids from each other. Both would cling to the other, not wanting the fun to end quite yet.

The earth trembled and ripped a bottomless chasm between them the day Bakugou got his quirk. Hours spent together turned into minutes. Most of their time was now spent apart, Bakugou with his new friends and Midoriya with his. The two still occasionally spoke with each other, but instead of the kind words of imagination it was the cruel words of reality. They were no longer friends. Bakugou no longer loved his childhood friend, yet Midoriya still loved him.

The chasm only grew wider throughout their years at Aldera Junior High. Hours spent together turned into minutes and the words exchanged grew even harasher. Despite the way Bakugou treated him, Midoriya couldn't extinguish his love for his lost friend. He missed the explosive blonde and wished they could be friends again, but Bakugou was long gone.

Their first year of U.A. High School was rough and bumpy. Bakugou still antagonized the green haired boy who still clung to the empty shell of their friendship. Despite the death grip Midoriya had on their strained relationship he still had come to terms with the fact that his old friend was long gone. So despite the small flame of hope he held close to his heart he set out to better himself, to grow into the hero he longed to be, to no longer let the angry blonde hold him back.

Their classmates watched them bump heads the first half of year one. Despite the two growing apart and making new friends they still somehow always drifted back to each other. Paired up during training, their friend groups hanging out together, somehow next to each other during fights.

Slowly that tiny flame received some kindling. Throughout the year Bakugou was struck in the metaphorical head with quite a few reality checks. He was forced to grow and change for the better. He was still loud and angry but he wasn't mean or thought himself better then everyone. By the end of their first year that tiny flame was now a roaring fire.

Over the course of their next two years at U.A. Bakugou and Midoriya mended their broken friendship. At first an awkward tension hung in the air between them, but slowly that dispersed and a familiar warmth emerged. It wasn't the same as when they were kids, but it was leagues better than when they were in middle school.

Within their new found friendship something new began to bloom. Butterflies fluttering in their stomachs, hearts skipping beats for unexplained reasons, light dusting of pink on their pale cheeks. Everyone in their class knew they were in love, yet both seemed oblivious to that fact.

Both heroes in training were too scared to confess, afraid to lose their best friend for a second time. So they stayed silent, secretly pining for each other. At times it was hard for their classmates to watch, yet there was nothing they could do. This matter was between the blonde and green haired boy.

Despite their best efforts their feelings still lead to losing each other once more. After their graduation the two young men drifted apart. From weekly hang outs, to monthly to once a year. They blamed it on being busy sidekicks, then busy pro-heroes, then just being too tired from all the intense work they had to do; but they were just flimsy excuses of two scared men.

In their time apart they each tried to rid themselves of their suffering. Countless dates ending in failures, relationships that didn't last, crushes that didn't even make it off the ground. Nothing could make their feelings go away.

Somehow despite the distance, Katsuki and Izuku still loved each other.

🧡◯◯◯◯💚

It wasn't until a few years later that fate finally brought them back together.

The pro-heroes worked at hero agencies they had each created with their friends. Ground Zero worked alongside Red Riot, Chargebolt, Pinky and Cellophane while Deku worked alongside Shoto, Uravity, Froppy and Imperium. Both hero agencies didn’t see much of the other while on duty, but after the clock they hung out whenever their schedules allowed it (with the exception of their two oblivious friends).

That careful routine was uplifted and rearranged when both angeices decided to work together for a mission. A dangerous villain, Earth Breaker, was causing havoc in Musutafu. Their quirk, Earthquake, allowed them to make the ground they touched tremble. Earthquakes had been reported all over the city in the past week, destruction leaving room for the villain to take whatever they wanted from their target while everyone fled to safety. No info was known about the villain besides their quirk and short height. They draped themselves in baggy black clothes and a mask, hiding anything that could be used to identify them. This villain was clever, taking them down would require the best of the best.

That’s what led Deku to Bakugou’s agency this morning. They had changed a lot since they had last seen each other; both a little bit taller, more muscular, wearing slightly different hero costume designs. Yet despite everything that had changed the tension still lingered between them, glaringly obvious while the heroes discussed plans on how to take down Earth Breaker. The air between them could be cut with a knife, yet if their friends noticed they politely ignored it just like the two hopeless idiots did.

After the meeting the other heroes quickly dispersed, leaving Bakugou and Deku alone. Silence filled the space, both men tried to break it at once.

“Hey Kacchan, how have you been?” “So, how are things with you?”

Nervous laughter escaped Deku’s lips while Bakugou grunted and stood up.

“I um, have training I need to do so; see ya later, nerd.” The blonde made his way to leave but was quickly stopped by the green haired man.

“Oh! What a consequence! I was going to train too, mind if we train together?”

Silence once again claimed them, eyes never leaving each other as the explosive man pondered the question. Everything screamed it was a bad idea, this would only make his suffering worse. Yet he couldn’t say no to him.

“Sure, let’s go.” Bakugou gestures for him to follow, Deku eagerly doing so.

When they got to the training ground it was empty of any life besides them. Without a word they readied themselves for a fight. There was no spoken go, despite the years apart they were still in sync with one another.

Fists flew, legs kicked, bodies jumped, quirks fired. No punches were held as they fought. They had trained numerous times together back in their years at U.A. High. By now they knew each other's moves by heart, both easily able to avoid harming the other. Though it had been a few years since they’d last trained together, they each had some new tricks up their sleeves.

That lapse in info resulted in Bakugou manganging to get the upper hand, a perfectly planned swipe of the leg sending Deku to the ground. The blonde quickly pinning the other in place, winning their little sparring match.

The two heroes didn’t realize their position, too busy trying to regain their breaths. As the air refills their lungs it's swiftly stolen from them once again. Gradually the implications of their position sinks in. Deku is sprawled on his back, his hands held above his head by the blonde straddling his hips. Their cheeks flush crimson yet neither make an attempt to move away. Slowly but surely their eyes fell closed, mouths drifting closer and closer and-

The door to the training ground burst open loudly, the sounds of casual conversation shattering the silent atmosphere. Bakugou jolted away from Deku, quickly jumping to his feet and swiftly walked towards the door.

“Hey Bakubro! Want to train with us?” The blonde brushed past the spiky red head, pointedly ignoring the stares from him and the rest of their friends. Bakuogu exited the room without responding. “What’s his deal?”

The group took in the sight of Deku still laying on the ground, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as his face burned red. Understanding washed over them.

“Ah! Sorry Deku! We didn’t mean to interrupt you two!” Uraraka rushed over, apologizing profusely and helping him to his feet.

“It’s okay! You weren’t interrupting anything!” Deku refused to meet any of their eyes.

“Really?” Shoto’s brows were raised high. “It looked like you guys were finally going to kiss.”

“It did! PLEASE tell me you two were about to kiss. I’m not sure how much longer we can watch you idiots pine after each other.” Mina continued to ramble while Deku was struck with a realization. Kacchan had leaned into the almost kiss as well, Kacchan liked him too.

It took Izuku Midoriya 25 years to learn the Universal Truth that everyone around him had known all along.

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The next day, Deku had a plan. When he sees Kacchan he is going to get him alone and confess to him. They’ve waited so many years for this moment, he wasn’t going to wait another day. So when he entered Bakugou’s agency that morning he immediately headed towards the spiky blonde. Deku found him chatting with Kaminari and Sero, though a better word might be arguing. Bakugou was glaring at his friends while they countered with mischievous grins. The group quickly went silent as Deku approached. Sero turned to leave, waving goodbye while dragging Kaminari along with him. The electric man shot them a wink and a thumbs up before disappearing. Deku cleared his throat.

“Hey Kacchan, can I talk with you? Like alone, just the two of us?” The green haired man questioned, desperately trying to not turn 50 shades of red. The other man opened his mouth to answer, but alarms cut off his response. Sirens wailed and lights flashed, there was a villain attacking the city. All the heroes present quickly prepared themselves and raced towards the scene.

Earth Breaker was wreaking chaos, their earthquakes collapsing buildings left and right. The pro-heroes were in motion as soon as they arrived, swiftly freeing civilians and evacuating them. No one knew where the villain was, yet they could feel the effects of their quirk no matter where they were. The heroes split into teams of two; Uravity & Froppy, Shoto & Imperium, Pinky & Red Riot, Chargebolt & Cellophane; and of course, Ground Zero & Deku. Each group went in different directions to help as many people as possible.

Bakugou and Deku made quick work of helping the civilians in their section. Though the farther they journeyed the harder it got, the tremors increasing in strength as they went. By the time they saved everyone from their part of the disaster zone, Earth Breaker was upon them.

Before they knew it the ground crumbled beneath them. Quick like lightning they jumped, launching themselves to stable ground.

Their relief however, was short lived. The building above them cracked, a large chunk coming loose and plummeting towards the ground. Straight towards Deku.

Though the green haired hero didn't notice it, he was too preoccupied battling the mysterious villain; but Bakugou saw it, and without thinking he pushed Deku out of the way of the incoming debris.

Deku landed safely out of harm's way, while Bakugou was crushed in his place.

Deku saw red.

He didn't remember taking down Earth Breaker, nor did he remember collapsing to his knees next to the injured blonde.

Deku quickly snapped out of his dazed state, checking the state of his partner. The explosive hero was alright, luckily the debris had only hit one of his legs. Though he wasn't able to free himself and was rapidly losing consciousness from the onslaught of horrendous pain.

“Hey, hey! Stay awake Kacchan, it's going to be okay! I’m going to get you out of here.” Deku used his quirk to carefully free the trapped man. Bakugou hissed at the pain as the rubble shifted off of him. Deku winced as he lifted the injured man, carefully holding him bridal style. He walked as quickly as he could without provoking Bakugou’s wounds towards the nearest ambulance. “I’m so sorry, this isn’t how today was supposed to go. I should’ve been paying more attention, then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I’m so sorry-”

“Oi shut the hell up.” Bakugou groaned. “I’m fine, it wasn’t anything too major. Though that doesn’t matter…” His speech was starting to slur, sleep over taking him. “I’d do it a hundred times again just for you.” And with that he was out.

Deku’s eyes fought back tears, refusing to let them blur his view in case he dropped the unconscious man in his arms. As soon as he reached an ambulance they loaded Bakugou in with Deku beside him while they refused towards the hospital.

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At the hospital Bakugou is quickly attended to and healed, much to his everyone’s relief. Afterwards the blonde slept like the dead, his body regaining the energy he had lost. Deku was by his side as soon as visitors were allowed, waiting patiently for him to wake up.

Luckily the explosive hero wakes up only a few hours later. As soon as red eyes flutter open Deku launches himself at Bakugou, arms wrapped tightly around him.

“You’re awake! I’m so happy you’re okay! I-” Deku mumbled into the man’s chest. Bakugou stopped his rambling with a flick to his green head.

“Oi calm down. You’re acting like I almost died.” Despite his rough words his voice and face were soft, as were the arms that wrapped around the tearful man in his arms. His voice was nearly a whisper as he mumbled into the green locks tickling his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Deku spoke, just as softly. “I always have.”

The fact that Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou loved each other was a Universal Truth, and it was a fact they now both knew.

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dreamy-writings · 3 years

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How they cheer you up

Toga, Sero, Shigaraki, Midoriya, Todoroki, Dabi & Bakugou

Midoriya Izuku

He’d panic, really. He has so many questions and he can’t help but think it’s him somehow. There must’ve been something he could’ve done better, right? He’d sit down next to you, pull you close to himself, kissing your hair. “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened? Did I upset you?” He asks quietly. You shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder. He couldn’t upset you even if he tried. “It’s not you, Izu.” You mumbled, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved. “Oh...is there anything I can do? Do you wanna talk about it?” He rubbed circles into your back. He was so sweet to you, it almost made you want to cry again. “Just staying with you is enough.” And he melted a bit on the inside. “If you says so.” He smiled softly, pulling you closer, letting his fingers run through your hair as you melted against him, relaxing, and eventually falling asleep in his arms. Bakugou Katsuki

“Hey, what the hell is up with you?” He’s not gentle, but once he sees you crying, he’d try to be. He’d lower his voice, and try to soften up until you’ve calmed down before he’s back to his usual self. He’s not good with words, but if it’s somebody who hurt you, then he’ll show them hell. Cuddles you, and makes you your favorite meal while telling you about dumb stuff he saw Kaminari and Kirishima do this morning until you laugh, and when you do, he’d kiss your cheek, and tell you how much he loves you.

Todoroki Shouto

He’s so gentle and quiet, would hug you close, and ask you if there was anything he could do to make you feel better. He’d buy you anything you want, take you out, order food for you. Whatever it is, just say the word. He’d pull you into his lap, kissing the back of your neck and whispering about how perfect and amazing your between each kiss. If you’re sensitive, then it’s just a bonus.

Sero Hanta He’d be upset because you were upset. Would calm you down first, and ask what’s wrong. If it’s something he can fix or help with, he will, but if he can’t, he’ll talk to you until he’s you feel better. Then, he’d turn to youtube, and you’d both follow DIY videos together, forgetting about the earlier events of the day as you found happiness in the moments between shared between you two.

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

He has the emotional range of a teaspoon. It’s not even funny. He won’t be upset because you’re upset, not automatically, that takes effort. He’ll try to make you feel better because he thinks he’s supposed to do that, so appreciate it, he’s doing his best.

He’d pat your back, maybe play with your hair, but he’s not big on physical affection.

Will probably try to watch a movie with you, or show you some cat videos like Toga told him to. He’s funny, so he might try telling you jokes, or play games with you if you want! He’d actually be good at gaming, he probably plays with Shigaraki

Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko

“Why’re you crying?” He gets frustrated if you don’t give him a reason, how’s he supposed to help if you don’t tell him what’s wrong? He’s like a child, really.

If it was someone who made you cry, he’d at least make sure there ashes are burning before he can deal with your crying, that’s something he knew how to do. He was best at doing that, but yet...you didn’t like it, so he wasn’t going to do it. He’d kiss your forehead, and wrap his arms around you, careful. He doesn’t want to risk anything, but he doesn’t want you to be upset either. Will tell Kurogiri to make you your favorite meal, and will watch any show you like with you, even if it’s shitty in his opinion, as long as it makes you smile. Toga Himiko

She’d wipe your tears away, and ask you what’s wrong. She’s probably the best person when it comes to this in the league. If you love hugs, then she’ll offer. Her hugs are warm and she’d be happy to cuddle you all day. If you wanna go out, she’d take you out wherever you want.

She knows what memes are, and if you like them, then be prepared to see her very huge memes folder. She’s amazing, and you Will be comforted, whether you like it or not.

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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getting shitfaced with tape daddy, DANKi, Mina “best girl” Ashido, and shark boi

you know I just had to include the entire bakusquad 🥰 because they ALL smoking some shit

😁 tape daddy sero 😄

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST SERO

Okay so,,,Sero is basically a canon pothead cause 1. This boi is always smiling so he gotta be high 2. He radiates crackhead energy

Sero tells you that he only smokes because of his “anxiety” but,,,let’s be honest it’s the only way he knows how to survive U.A. anymore

He buys his shit from crackwhores in the support class who grow that shit themselves (present mic might have caught them but let them go after he “confiscated” the evidence)

One day, your tape daddy invites you for some Fortnite and Chill 😏

And there he goes with his rainbow bong again (it is his most prized possession and he would kill a man if anything happened to it)

He thinks it’s funny watching you cough your entire left nut out of your throat but then he starts coughing because of how hard he was laughing and now you both are just crying and whEEzing while the tears run down y’alls faces

such chaotic energy

Soy sauce boy will use his quirk to suspend himself off the roof and try to spooderman kiss you but you’re so out of it that you collide your face into his and now his nose is bleeding and he is WHEEZING AGAIN

hanTa

baBy

you’re getting blood on my Gucci Supreme rug

Y’all end up just laying on the floor at 4:20am, thinking about the reason for life and what happens after death and if the birds work for the bourgeoisie then is tokoyami a traitor ?!?

He gets sleepy and makes a hammock out of tape for the two of you to cuddle in

it wasn’t very sturdy tho

⚡️ danki ⚡️

first things first, this gif killed me 🤤 damn do you gulp pussy like that

ANYWAY

Denki is pretty well-known to be a dumbass crackhead

Except he doesn’t need crack because all of his brain cells are already dead (There are only 2 brain cells in the bakusquad and the first one is all bakugou but sero,mina,denki, and kiri have to share the other one)

This boy gets high on the regular I mean sero is his best bro

kaminari prefers getting high by eating edibles or brownies tho because he’s a little pussy whose lungs can’t handle smoke all that much

he thought you two could play some mario kart and chill out and it would be a fun little date in the dorms

until you find a baggy of gummy edibles and y’all decided to inhale that shit

YALL GOT FUCKED UP

when I mean fucked

I mean ‘let’s sneak into shinsou’s dorm and steal his voice changer thingy and make some prank calls’ fucked up

first of all, never disturb shinsou while he’s sleeping because he will bitchslap the both of y’all so hard y’all’s momma feels it

you first started with calling Endeavour (you just asked shouto and he delivered and told y’all to ‘make the bastard cry if you can’)

oomf

Y’all used All Might’s voice and

“IT IS I, ALL MIGHT! CALLING TO ASK YOU...”IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY BROKEN? wELL yOu bEtter gO cAtcH iT [insert denki wheezing].”

for some reason, denki goes from being a really happy and jokey high to calming down and being unusually quiet

he’s what you call

“fake woke”

like he’ll go on and on about how we need to save the turtles and use metal straws as he takes a drinks from his plastic straw

he drinking La Croix 🤢

he talks about how the moon landing is fake and how you two are side characters in an anime like what ?!?

like he just quotes Shane Dawson Conspiracy Theory videos

“Uh What’s up you guys, Here’s Danki with another spooky conspiracy about how Midoryia was given All Might’s quirk and will be the next symbol of peace”

“Kami...that makes no sense. You can’t give other people quirks”

“What if...you ate their hair tho?😳”

“Denki...sTOP”

maybe he real woke 🤭

🌸 alien queen 🌸

this beautiful ball of sunshine

this gorgeous piece of cotton-candy

my wife

uwu

okay back to the h/c

Mina doesn’t get high a lot but when you hang out with Sero and Kaminari, you’re bound to get shitfaced

She only likes doing it as a group or with someone else

It’s just more enjoyable to her to be in that state with someone else

She feels like it brings friends closer together in a way

Which is why when you agreed to get high with her, she was so excited

she brought anything she could think of to make this a comfortable experience like snacks and drink if you get the munchies and the best movies to watch when you’re high like ‘Shrek’ and ‘Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle’

she has such a big fat lesbian crush on you

she just wants to be closer to you and spend all her time with you

she also really hopes you don’t get overwhelmed by the amount of pink of her room

You knock on the door of your cute pink crush and nervously hoping for the best tonight

maybe

if you’re lucky

you and her will 😏

cuddle 🥺

She opens the door so fast that you swear the door hinge cracked but you couldn’t think about that when Mina had the brightest toothy grin on her face as she pulls you into her comfy room

“I hope you like Shrek”

“I love Shrek”

is it too soon to ask you to marry her?

because she thinks you’re the girl of her dreams

she sits you down on the hot pink and black couch of hers and starts rolling the blunt as the movie starts to play

you were so hypnotized by her tongue coming out to lick the sides of the blunt in order to close it and apparently you were staring so hard that she noticed because you saw her already pink face flush into a dark red

you two are so cute

uwu

let’s go lesbians

When your hand touches hers as she passes the blunt to you, you honestly think you felt electricity connect your fingertips as it burned and shocked you at the same time

Mina is such a giggly high

it’s so fucking adorable

especially when you both are sent into a fit of laughter when she says donkey reminds her of denki and you responded with ‘denkey’

you both get tired after the second movie and start to move closer to each other for warmth and

you couldn’t help but notice how sweet she always smelled and how her eyes are so unique and beautiful

she could help but notice the light blush on your face and think if it was there because of all the laughing or if it was because of her

neither of you were sure who leaned in first but before you knew it, you were kissing the girl you’ve had a crush on for so long, you only wish you had the guts to do it when you were sober

you both got the cuddles you wanted and fell asleep in each other’s arms with peaceful smiles on both of your faces

🦈 shark boi 🦈

do you expect this manly boi to be the kind of person to 420 blaze it?

not at fucking all

he just seems like the person to not care about all that stuff

like ‘say no to drugs bc drugs are unmanly as fuck’

but

he 420 blazes it like every other weekend

it’s better to do it in moderation unlike sero, who is in a constant state of cloud nine

kiri’s mood doesn’t really change much when he’s high because

he’s already a smiling bundle of light

but

when kiri gets high

he kinda overshares 😳

“Y/n... have I ever told you that you have the tightest ass out of everyone in class like you could suffocate me between those cheeks and I’d die the happiest man on earth”

he’s so wild wtf

like he’ll go to tell you about his middle school insecurities to busting it down to Baby Shark

someone tell this man to stop referring to himself as ‘Daddy Shark’ blease make it stob

he is so flirty too like

“Baby let me show you why they call me a Riot 😏”

“Didn’t you come up with that name yourself?”

he is so sensitive tho so don’t be too harsh because he will start crying at the littlest things

don’t show him any sad movies while he’s in this state unless you want to be kept up all night with him ranting about how ‘Black Widow deserved better than what Marvel did to her’

did he lie?

😤 and i oop

you need to tell him how manly and strong and special he is just to get him to sleep

he will be out like a light the moment you run your hands through his spiky hair

he’s like a vsco girl on whiteclaw lmao sksksk

#mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #sero hanta #sero x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnah #bnha #mha #im tired

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One route to rule them all - Chapter 9

One route to rule them all, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 9.

Summary: Kirishima and Bakugou are complete strangers. Can you control their fate and make them meet and fall in love? (A choose your route story)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fat Gum), Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto.

Rating: Explicit

CW: NSFW, violence, drug use/abuse/addiction, alcohol use/abuse/addiction, strong language, character death.

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Without thinking about it, I start signalling the bartender to come over and blurt a new round of orders to him. When I turn around to smirk at Bakugou, he just looks at me, his eyebrows raised.

He doesn’t say anything until I clink our glasses together, and even then, he just stares at me, his face unreadable.

“You trying to get me drunk?” He ends up asking, his eyes narrowed.

I laugh, thinking it’s obviously a joke. “I’m trying to get me drunk.” I whisper, my words slurring a little. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, and I don’t know how much truth there is in what I’ve said.

He pauses for a second, his eyes searching my face. “Any reason why?”

I chug my drink, feeling his gaze on me as I do. When I’ve emptied my glass, I leave it on the counter and shrug my shoulders in response to his question. I try to gesture the bartender over again, but Bakugou’s fingers circle my wrist when I lift my arm up. My head spins when I turn it around to look at him.

“How much have you drunk already?”

“I’m not drunk.” I smile at him. I don’t pull away; his fingers feel warm against my skin and I like it. Our eyes connect, and I melt in the red sea of his orbs.

He lets go of me slowly, his gaze still interconnected with mine, and he gulps. His eyes dart away as he grabs his still full glass. He finishes it and leaves it on the counter next to mine.

“You can’t ask for another round when I haven’t even touched mine.” He says, his voice a whisper. I lean in to hear him better, but he turns his head away so I can’t look at his face.

Chuckling to myself as I pull away from him, I order us another round of drinks. I clumsily clink our glasses together again before taking a few swigs.

Bakugou finally looks at me, seemingly pensive as he sips his own beverage.

The way his red eyes are dancing over my face makes me feel more confident in myself. Well, maybe the alcohol helped.

“Heeey~” I smirk at him, leaning closer once more. “You’re really handsome. But I bet you get that a lot.”

He snorts and fiddles with his own drink, his eyes scrutinising me mercilessly. He doesn’t respond; it’s almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue talking.

My hand raises but stops right in front of his face. His eyes dart from it to me, but he doesn’t do anything.

I don’t know what I was trying to do with my hand - maybe touch his hair? But I’m nervous once again. I let it fall down until it hits my lap, but I can barely feel it.

My head’s spinning a bit, but there’s a restless feeling inside of me that’s telling me that only more alcohol will make it go away, so I signal for the bartender to bring us more drinks.

I don’t know if Bakugou’s finished his own but I don’t care. A little more never hurt anyone.

There’s warmth against my arm. I can definitely feel something. I turn around, sluggish, and find that he’s grabbing me, his eyes serious.

“How many have you had?”

I try to count in my head, but I’m not sure, so I just shrug my shoulders and offer him a wide smile. “Not enough!”

He looks skeptical, and his eyes narrow for a second. Or at least I think they do, my head’s fuzzy so I can’t be sure.

This still feels like magic, though. Is he really here? Is he really real? He seems too gorgeous to be real.

He laughs then, and I realise I’ve said those words out loud. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, his fluffy hair swinging with the movement.

Bet he has a boyfriend. But wait, why would he be here if he had one? Boyfriend must be an idiot to leave him alone in a gay bar.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Bakugou says, almost matter-of-factly, but his expression is soft.

“Good.” And at least I know I’ve said this out loud.

“What would you do if I had a boyfriend?” He suddenly asks, leaning in.

“Nothing,” I shrug my shoulders, “you’re taken.”

“Hmmm,” Bakugou mutters, grabbing his glass and pressing it against those perfect lips of his.

“The more pressing question is, though,” is what I try to say, but I think I got the words muddled up because my tongue isn’t working how it should be, “will you come home with me?”

His eyebrow darts up again. Adorable. My heart pangs in my chest just with the sight and I almost choke on my drink.

He leans in and I’m almost sure he’s going to kiss me off my feet. I pucker up and close my eyes, waiting for his ridiculously sexy lips to brush against mine, but I feel nothing there.

Instead, he pats me on the head, and I look up, almost annoyed.

“Maybe some other time,” he offers, his features soft, almost… caring? “In fact, hand me your phone.”

It takes me a few seconds to realise what he wants, and when I do, it takes me a few more to fumble around my clothes until I find my mobile. I unlock it and hand it over to him and don’t watch as he types something in. Instead, I’m distracted by how good he looks in that shirt. It should be illegal to be that fine.

He clears his throat to catch my attention before shoving my phone back into my hands.

“See ya, Shitty Hair. Don’t drink too much.”

“Wa-!” I try to say, but he cuts me off with a smirk.

“And call me sometime, won’t ya?”

I’m left speechless on the stool, watching him leave. He’s out of the bar before my thoughts have caught up to what just happened. When I realise he’s gone, I turn around and look for something. Denki, maybe, but I’m not sure.

Do I want another drink? No, Bakugou’s probably right, I shouldn’t have any more.

That’s why I order another one, down it before I can regret it and I slump against my own stool.

A flurry of emotions and thoughts fill me. What did I do wrong? What did I do right? I should look for Denki. I should go home. I should dance.

Even though my thoughts are a bit sluggish, I can’t just let him leave, just like that. I get up and run after him.

The air outside is cold, but it sort of wakes me up a little. Or maybe not.

I can’t see Bakugou anywhere, and the realisation that he’s left finally hits me like a truck.

So I go back inside and order another drink, but I barely touch it. I don’t want to think, and being alone at the counter is making me feel sour. I probably fucked up, scared him off, lost my chance to be with him.

I try not to think and get up and head to the dance floor. My head’s spinning and I’m uncoordinated, so I eventually bump into someone. He steadies me by gripping my shoulders tightly.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and I nod. His soft voice and smile are so reassuring, I can’t help but feel really happy.

“We should dance!” I immediately shout, pushing myself away from him, but grabbing his hand and pulling him towards me as I make our way towards the dance floor.

“Okay!”

Our bodies mesh together perfectly as we dance, and nothing could be more perfect.

At some point during the night, I lean in and kiss him. He chuckles after pulling away, but quickly meets my mouth again.

I wake up on a bed that’s not mine. I don’t want to be awake - my head and body both hurt - so I close my eyes again and try to get a bit more sleep.

I can’t. Something’s unsettling me. Where am I?

My eyes fly open and I remove the covers, finding myself fully naked. Which, I’ll admit, isn’t the best to be if you just happen to be in an unknown place.

My clothes are on the floor so I quickly put them on, and when I’m done I sit down on the bed to debate what to do next.

It’s big. Matrimonial. As my fingers glide over the silky sheets I think about what to do next. I’m going to have to face whoever lives here - and sleeps on this bed - some time or another.

I was with Bakugou last night. I don’t remember going home with him, but he was the last person I was with at the bar.

I kinda hoped we’d share the bed. Maybe we had and I don’t remember?

A knock on the closed door snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Are you awake?” A voice I don’t recognise asks. It’s sweet and soft - so it’s probably not Bakugou.

“Yeah,” I croak out, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice, “uhm, where am I?”

I hear a chuckle on the other side of the door. “Come out whenever you’re ready and we can talk.”

I take about a minute to leave the room. I try to calm myself before I confront the situation, but my heart’s still beating frantically in my chest.

A green haired young man is waiting for me at the end of the corridor. He’s not very tall but he’s built - he obviously takes care of himself.

“Come with me, let’s sit down on the sofa.”

I follow him without a word, admiring the pretty decorations on the walls. He must have a lot of money.

“So you don’t remember anything about last night?” He casually asks as he pats the place next to him on the couch. He’s already seated when I get to his living room, but I’m a bit apprehensive to follow him. He sees my discomfort and offers me a reassuring smile. “Come in, it’s okay.”

“I don’t want to admit this, but I don’t know who you are.” I whisper sheepishly, still not budging from my spot at the entrance of the room.

He chuckles at that, not at all offended by my confession. “I thought as much by the look you gave me when you saw me.”

“Sorry.” I whisper sheepishly, looking away. My eyes fall on the huge flat screen TV and I immediately turn my head back to look at the stranger. His eyes and smile are kind, so I feel a little more at ease. I cross his living room and sit on the sofa next to him. Up close I realise he’s got freckles, which are what probably makes him look younger than he seems to be.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku, pleased to meet you, Kirishima.”

“How’d we meet?” I ask, frowning.

“You bumped into me last night. Asked me to dance, so we did.”

“Did… did I do anything…? I’m sorry, I was very drunk, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts me off with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything.”

I nod, satisfied by his answers for a few seconds. I rack my brains, trying to remember anything about this man or what I did last night. I can recall drinking with Bakugou… and ditching Denki. I should call him soon and apologise for running off without telling him.

I breathe in a shaky breath. “Did we…?”

“We just kissed.” He reassures me, offering me a sweet and comforting smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m okay with it.”

We’re silent for a little while again as I try to organise my thoughts. “Why am I here, though?”

“You were really drunk last night, and I didn’t feel right leaving you alone there. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

My mouth drops. His eyes dart to the side and a cute little blush forms across his cheeks.

“And you slept alone! I tried to give you some pyjamas but you insisted that you were fine and I left before you started undressing! I swear I didn’t see anything!”

I feel my own face heat up, so I bury it in my hands. I’m super embarrassed that he saw all that. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” Midoriya replies, shrugging his shoulders. “Although… there is something I wanna talk about with you.”

“Yeah of course. Is everything okay?”

“You kept mentioning Bakugou last night.” He freezes as soon as he sees the look on my face. “Oh.”

“What did I say?”

“I mean… nothing… nothing bad. But, uhm. I wonder if it’s the same Bakugou? Hmm, what am I saying? Of course it’s going to be the same Bakugou.”

“He’s not your boyfriend, right?” I squeak, digging my fingers into the cushions at my sides. “He said he didn’t-”

He cuts me off again, but it’s the first time his voice sounds a bit odd. “He’s not my boyfriend. It’s not like that at all.”

“But… you do know each other, right?”

He sighs. “We’re childhood friends, sort of.”

I try to ask a question, but the face he’s pulling leaves me speechless.

He gives me a soft, slightly sad smile before averting his gaze. “But enough about that.”

I don’t know what to say. It’s true that I want to ask a million questions, but he doesn’t let me because he gets up from the sofa and offers me his hand.

“Want some breakfast?”

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.” I whisper, hunching my shoulders.

“Nonsense.” He chuckles, nearly thrusting his hand into my face so I end up taking it. He effortlessly pulls me up and turns to lead the way to his kitchen. “I barely have company over these days, so I’m glad someone’s here to have breakfast with me.”

“Uh…”

“Mmm, but I hope you don’t mind having milk? Or fresh orange juice. Sorry, I don’t have coffee. Caffeine messes with me, you know?”

“Orange juice is fine, thank you.” I reply, smiling.

When we arrive at his clean, white kitchen, he offers me a seat while he gets the oranges from the fridge.

“Can I help with anything?” I ask, ignoring his invitation to sit down.

“Nah, it’s okay. I can handle it. You could tell me about yourself, though.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t tell you my whole life yesterday, given how drunk I was.” I roll my eyes at my comment, but I still feel embarrassed about last night.

“I don’t think you did,” he mutters, grabbing the juicer from one of his top cupboards, “the music was loud, anyways, so I didn’t get to hear much of your pretty voice.”

How this man, who looks younger than me, makes me blush is something that eludes me. But I avert my eyes and turn my head to the side.

He chuckles at my reaction as he starts cutting the oranges. “You seemed quite confident last night,” he remarks, plugging the machine in, “what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m not drunk.” I reply bluntly, sitting on the stool he’d gestured to before.

He laughs, but turns to face me to smile broadly at me. “I used to be quite shy before.”

“That’s a bit hard to believe!” I shout over the loud noise the juicer makes.

“Well, believe it! Anyway, enough about me. What do you like to do, Kirishima?”

“Y’know, the usual! Be with my friends! Go out! Working out, listening to music… I work at a ramen shop. That’s a lot of fun, too.”

“Mmmhm, a ramen shop? Is it any good?”

“You should come by and try it for yourself!” I reply, a huge, proud smile spreading on my face.

“Are you asking me out?” He teases, pouring some orange juice into a mug. “I’m kidding, but I could go check it out some time. Maybe I can arrange to go with my friends. You know, hmm, one of my best friends owns an establishment of his own.”

“Really?” I ask, not keeping my excitement well hidden.

He chuckles and starts squeezing the next orange.

“It’s a bit different from a ramen shop, though. And another friend of mine works at a sushi place. Anyway, were you out with your friends yesterday? Did they ditch you?”

“More like I ditched them,” I whisper sheepishly, remembering last night and what I did to Denki.

“Did Bakugou ask you to drink?” Midoriya asks, scrunching his face up slightly. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but it doesn’t look good. “That’s unlike him.”

“No, I sort of… imposed myself on him. He didn’t seem to mind, though.”

His eyebrows lift and he tries to hide his smile by turning towards the juicer, but I got to see it briefly. My heart leaps in my chest.

“What does that mean?” I ask, leaning in.

“Mhhm, what does what mean?” He chuckles, glancing at me for a second before turning his attention back to the orange juice.

“That smirk!”

“Hmm, Kacchan is… very vocal when he doesn’t like something or someone. I’m just… surprised I guess.”

“Are you trying to say that he likes me?” My heart’s racing as I say this, and I bite my lip trying to stop a smile.

“You’ll have to ask him that yourself.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. He places the two mugs of orange juice in front of me and offers me a warm smile. “Cheers!”

“Thanks!”

After I’ve taken my first sip, I lower the mug. “Wait, Kacchan?”

“Ah, that’s just what I call him. I told you we’ve known each other for ages.”

I feel embarrassed all of a sudden, so I finish my drink instead of saying anything else. Midoriya seems quite content, anyways.

“I should get back home,” I mutter, not looking at him as I get up. “Thank you for your hospitality, though. I won’t forget it.”

“You can stay longer, if you want. Do you want to shower?”

I already feel bad about everything else he’s done for me so I quickly decline politely.

He gets up after me and follows me as I go to his door, but before I can open it, he leans on the frame of it.“Want me to accompany you to the station? Or somewhere? I don’t mind.” He offers.

“No, it’s okay. I can get home without any problems.”

“Can I have your phone number?” Midoriya asks, a small smile spreading over his face.

I nod and he takes his mobile out, quickly unlocking it before looking at me expectantly.

“Tell me what it is and I’ll call you later. You can add me then.”

“Sure!” I say, not failing to miss the little wink he makes. I call out the numbers and he repeats them to make sure he got them right.

“I hope to see you again sometime,” he whispers, the smile still on his face. “I had fun last night, and you seem very interesting. I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Yeah, me too.” I reply, stepping outside of his apartment.

“So call me sometime, yeah?” He says, leaning in and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Take care of yourself!”

And before I can say anything, he’s closed the door behind me. Maybe it’s the hangover, or the huge amount of information that had just been dropped on me, but I feel weird.

I’m home before I know it. I’m tired and feel confused; I don’t know what to do. I end up deciding to have a shower, hopefully to clear my head.

I try to recall what happened last night, but the warm water doesn’t have any answers. Not that I was expecting it to, anyway.

What happened with Bakugou? What did I do or say that might have driven him away? Everything hurts and I just sigh in exhaustion. I hate how embarrassed I feel, and everything stupid I did yesterday.

My phone starts ringing and I scream accidentally, shocked by the loud noise. I grab a towel and wrap it hastily around my waist when I get out of the shower, running over to where I left my stuff.

It’s an unknown number but I pick up anyway.

“Is this Kirishima?” The gentle voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“It’s Midoriya. I told you I’d phone. I was hoping to catch you at home and not on the train.”

“Yeah, I’m home. Great timing.”

Somehow, the conversation sounds awkward. Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m just nervous about everything that’s happened recently, and I don’t know what to say to him.

I want to ask about Bakugou, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.

“I’m glad you got home alright,” he whispers, and his soft voice makes my heart clench. He’s too nice.

I bite my lip, my gaze on the ground. “I’m really sorry about last night.”

“I already told you it’s okay. It was fun meeting you.”

I feel my face heat up, but I don’t know what else to say to him.

“Are you busy?” He asks. “I don’t want to interrupt you or anything. We can talk when you’re free.”

“Yeah, I, actually, I was having a shower. I’m getting a little cold.” I try my best to sound sheepish over the phone.

“Ah, don’t get cold please! We can talk later!”

“Thank you!” I shout, scared that he’s about to hang up on me. “For everything! I will call you back!”

“I don’t doubt it,” he chuckles, “now go finish taking your shower. Bye!”

“Bye!”

I only lower my phone when I hear the beep. I know I’ve got a dopey smile on my face, but talking to him actually kind of cheered me up a little?

Oh, yeah, I should add his contact info before I forget. I open up the recent activity and something catches my eye. A new contact number was added yesterday, by the name of ‘Bakugou’.

My heart misses a beat. It can’t be true. He gave me his number?

Should I call him? Or is it too early? Should I call Midoriya just to confirm it is in fact his number?

Go to chapter 60 if you decide to call Bakugou (coming soon)

Go to chapter 61 if you want to call Midoriya to ask about Bakugou (coming soon)

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