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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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A Rockin’ Proposal

Word Count: 1540

Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposals

Summary: Denki Kaminari is a dork. He really doesn't know much about love, even after years of dating Kyoka. But he does know that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

And here is my other story for the @kmjr-mini-bang! I had the lovely privilege of working with @danyartime once again, so be sure to check out her art!

“Oh my gosh! Would you look at this guitar, Denki?” Kyoka gushed as she stood in front of the exhibit, her earjacks writhing every which way from her to struggle to resist pressing her face up against the glass. Her dark eyes gleamed as she admired the sleek body patterned in a sunburst, yellow-gold in the middle fading out into a ruby-red. Her eyes dropped down to the fretboard, and though Denki didn’t think it possible, her eyes began to sparkle even more.

He couldn’t wait to see how much they would shine when he got down on one knee and presented her with the diamond ring in his pocket.

Denki smiled sweetly when Kyoka finally tore herself away from the guitar so she could bounce back over to him. She spun in a circle, drinking in the magnificence of the exhibit around her, before once again beaming brightly at him.

“This place is more wonderful than I remember!” she gushed. “I can’t wait to tell my parents how much it’s changed—and what’s still here. Thank you so much for bringing me here, Denki,” she said with a flutter of her lashes, then leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly. His skin immediately warmed under the brush of her glossed lips. They’d been dating for years now, and he was even planning to propose, but even now every move she made was magic to him.

I’m so in love, he thought dreamily. That’s why he chose the perfect venue for his proposal—the Japanese rock and roll museum. Kyoka had been there as a child, and he’d heard her gush about how much she enjoyed it time and time again. He’d purposefully waited to take her to her favorite exhibit despite her many pleads to bypass other things and go there, saving it for the end. He wanted the moment to be as special as it could absolutely be. It was no less than what the love of his life deserved, after all.

Kyoka had already fluttered away from him again to admire a drumset displayed behind a barrier of red velvet ropes. Their museum tour was almost at its end, and it was almost time. But he took a few precious moments to drink in everything about her—the way her purple-black hair shone under the lights, the subtle movements of her body, the simple everything that she was. Yes, he thought, this was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And that’s why he had fallen down on one knee before she’d even turned around because everything about him was ready.

“O-oh my—Denki!” Kyoka gasped when she turned around to see him kneeling with a black ring box in his hand. Her hands flew to her mouth and her earjacks began to twist and writhe around her shoulders. Her startled cry attracted the attention of nearby museum-goers, and as soon as they realized what was happening, they began to grin and exchange excited whispers.

“Kyoka Jiro,” Denki started. He’d practiced this speech a thousand times in the mirror to get it right, and so the words flowed off his tongue without him even thinking about it. Because in reality, he didn’t have to think hard about the way he felt about Kyoka at all. “I never thought hard about things like love and romance… and then I met you. Suddenly, there was this girl, this beautiful, sophisticated, amazing girl, right in front of me, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted you, but I was also so scared because I thought I could never be good enough. I mean, look at me. I’m a dork.”

Kyoka snorted in laughter despite the tears streaming down her face. With a shy smile, Denki held out his free hand to her, and Kyoka obediently walked forward to lay her palm against his. “But you taught me that none of that matters. I don’t have to think hard. You taught me that the only thing that matters is the way I feel about you and the way you feel about me.”

He let go of her hand so he could pop the ring box open. Kyoka’s eyes widened at the sight of the gleaming silver band topped with a glittering rectangular-cut alexandrite. She’d never liked diamonds, Denki remembered her telling him during one of their many three a.m. conversations, a tangent about their dreams about proposals and weddings. She wanted something unique, something made special for the bond they shared. “A ring for us and us alone.”

“Well, here’s how I feel about you. I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself when I look at you because honestly, I’m still a dork who doesn’t know much about the nuances of love.” He took her left hand, his fingers gently stroking along her ring finger. Kyoka let out a little sob, and he smiled sweetly. “But I do know that I’ll be your dork forever, and I’ll spend every day of my life making sure that you know that I love you more than life itself… if you’ll let me.”

“Of course I will, you dork!” Kyoka gasped. However, before Denki could slide the ring on her finger, she suddenly wrenched her hand back. While he gawked at her in utter bewilderment, she frantically rifled through her purse. “Wait, just—just a minute! I—I have—Aha!”

She yanked her hand out, and in it, she clutched a ring box.

“Are you serious?” Denki laughed as she knelt down on her knees in front of him. Kyoka giggled, then opened the ring box to reveal a black titanium band.

“Denki Kaminari,” she said. She was trying to be serious, but a smile was tugging at her lips and making it impossible for her to keep the amusement from bleeding into her tone. “I never thought too much about romance either, until I met you—this handsome, funny, totally radical guy, right in front of me, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted you, but I was scared that I would never be able to tell you how I feel because I couldn’t find the words.”

Her smile widened as more tears began to stream down her cheeks. She reached out to take Denki’s hand, stroking the top of it with her thumb. “But you taught me that it wasn’t about the words. You taught me that the only thing that matters is how I feel about you and how you feel about me. And here’s how I feel, Denki—I want us to be two dorks in love forever, so much so that I went out and bought this ring with the intention of proposing to you today because I’m so stupidly in love with you.”

“I guess great minds think alike, huh?” Denki chuckled. “Or two dork minds think alike…”

“Either way, you’re stuck with me now,” Kyoka chuckled. Denki hummed, then reached up to gently tuck a swathe of her raven hair behind her ear.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmured, and oh, did he mean it.

The room applauded as Denki and Kyoka both slipped their rings on one another at the same time. They then both sat up on their knees and embraced; Denki hugged her tight, burying his face into her hair and inhaling deep her scent of lavender and sandalwood. But there was everything beyond that, too, her everything that clouded Denki’s mind and made him melt into her. He never could find the words to describe this feeling to her, this overwhelming wave of her that Denki so often found himself getting lost in. But that was all right. He didn’t need the words.

But some words were still good.

“I love you,” he murmured into her hair. “I—love—you,” he said again, punctuating each word with a strong kiss on her scalp. “I love you so much. God, you make me so happy.”

“I’m happy, too,” Kyoka said and squeezed him tighter. She then pulled herself away from him, and Denki momentarily lamented the loss of her touch. But only momentarily. Because then she was back in his space again, brushing her fingertips over the line of his jaw and looking at him with those gorgeous spinel eyes that never failed to send that floaty feeling of bliss rushing to every corner of his body. As her fingers roamed his face, feeling the lines and ridges she’d long since memorized, her eyes caught sight of the ring snug around her finger—and she smiled tearily.

“I love you, Denki. More than you could ever know.”

“Heh. Dork minds really do think alike. You’re stealing the words right out of my mouth,” he teased. Kyoka sniffed, her expression twisting into one of faux offense. That’s when Denki decided now would be a fine time to kiss her, and so he did. And Kyoka kissed him back with just as much vigor.

They didn’t need words. They just needed how they felt, because in that kiss, they told each other everything they could have ever needed to know.

#kamijiro #kamijirou #kaminari x jiro #kaminari x jirou #jiro x kaminari #jirou x kaminari #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #jirou kyoka #jiro kyoka #kyoka jiro #kyoka jirou #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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artemis32 · 2 months

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Lovelorn

Yandere Class 1A x reader

yeah, uh, i hate this, but you get what you get

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Izuku was at a loss.

He'd tried everything - absolutely everything - to get you to open up. To talk. To partake in group activities outside of class

But no matter what he did, no matter how he tried to sell the idea, no matter how manipulative he was, you declined.

Every. Single. Time.

What made it worse was that he knew several other people in your class were trying to achieve the same thing.

Mina had invited you out more times than he could keep count of, and each time she was met with a short, harsh rejection.

Sero and Kaminari had joked with you, trying to get you to at least crack a hint of a smile.

No success.

Momo constantly offered to help you study, and when you inevitably said no, she would insist on tea parties and lunch dates and shopping trips with the rest of the girls in the class. You had stared at her with a blank gaze until she felt uncomfortable enough to leave.

Even Uraraka, as sweet as she was, was unable to crack your tough exterior.

Izuku realised that they were quickly running out of options. They'd run through the list of class members they could turn to for a solution, and sooner or later they'd have to accept the worst-case scenario.

They'd have to ask Bakugo for help.

****

You hated your classmates.

They were annoying. They were insistent.

When they were around, you never got so much as two minutes of peace and quiet.

It was bearable during the first few months of your first year, when you could go home and have a break from their never-ending questions.

But then the school had decided that it was in the best interest of the students to have you all move into dorms.

You hadn't known a single moment of peace since.

There always seemed to be someone attached to your hip, or trailing a few steps behind you, or eyeing you from across the room.

It was annoying, and you thought you’d made that clear.

In the beginning, you thought they had all been so insistent because they were curious about your quirk.

That in itself was understandable - no one knew one another, so it was natural for everyone to want to get to know their classmates quirks.

You knew of everyone else’s quirks - of course you did, you knew everything about them - and for the most part, they knew about yours, or as much as you’d told them.

Teleportation.

You thought that would be enough to satiate them, but evidently, you were wrong.

At first, your classmates, Izuku specifically, wanted to know about all the intricacies of your quirk - the parameters, drawbacks, limits, range, all of it. That had been the first warning sign. You were taught growing up to never tell anyone more about your quirk than they needed to know. That was enough for you to avoid Izuku.

All of your classmates seemed to be in awe of your power, which was strange. You weren’t particularly fond of your quirk. It was just so boring.

Teleportation, especially at your current level, wasn’t very useful to a hero. You weren’t much good when you were only able to teleport yourself.

Regardless, you were working on improving your quirk as best you could.

A small part of your mind whispered to you that they knew about things they shouldn’t, but that was just the usual bout of paranoia getting to you. You’d know whatever they knew straight away.

****

You teleportation quirk had developed at four years old, which was slightly younger than your father had been banking on. He’d gone to great lengths to teach you how to control your ability - at four years old, you had a tendency to just disappear. Not because you wanted to, or because you were actively thinking about leaving. No, it was more because you had absolutely zero control over yourself or your quirk.

By the time you turned six, you’d mastered the control your father so desperately wanted you to learn. You found that keeping your emotions in check helped more than consciously thinking about not using your quirk.

That degree of control couldn’t have developed at a better time, because eight months later, right before your seventh birthday, you developed your second quirk.

Telepathy.

That’s what became the real bane of your existence.

Sure, you were blessed to have two quirks. In fact, you loved it as a child. But controlling this quirk proved to be significantly more difficult than your first.

You managed to get it under control, for the most part. You made sure that you weren’t blaring your thoughts out loud constantly, and you learnt how to talk to people one on one pretty quickly.

What you couldn’t control, even close to ten years after discovering your second quirk, was how to shut other people’s thoughts out.

It was a never-ending battle, trying not to up and leave whenever you got too overwhelmed.

You’re sure someone could have helped you. The adults in your life - middle school teachers, your friends, their parents, maybe even Mr Aizawa and your classmates could have helped you, but you would never breathe so much as a word to them about your quirk - not when you saw how people reacted to the idea of someone being able to read their every thought.

So you kept it to yourself, occasionally making use of your teleportation quirk to get a moment of silence, leaping far, far away from civilisation, from people’s thoughts.

In those moments alone, it wasn’t so bad. You thought about how incredible your quirks actually were, about how fortunate you were to have a quirk at all, never mind two.

Then you’d return back to your dorm, and the cycle would repeat.

****

You would admit, it was pretty funny.

Hearing how strangely obsessed your classmates were with you was actually hilarious, especially considering they thought you had no idea. Not to mention, constantly ruining their supposedly brilliant plans.

Some of their ideas truly were brilliant, and they may have worked, had you not known about them in advance.

There were times that you almost felt bad for them. Almost. But playing along with them, seeing just how far you could push them without raising suspicion - it was fun.

Like right now, for example.

“-but I’m sure the weather will be clear enough for a picnic next weekend, since you don’t seem to like the idea of a tea party. What do you think?”

Yaoyorozu and Mina, who stood in front of your desk as you stared out the window, were still talking. Of course, what they were saying sounded nice enough, but their thoughts betrayed their true intentions.

Come oooonnnnnn, say yes, say yes! Just one bit of personal information, that’s all I need. I absolutely have to win this bet with Kaminari, so just give me something to work with!

Mina was someone who remained loud and talkative both within her mind, and when talking to people aloud.

The bet she was thinking about had been a running gag for a while now, something you had almost grown bored of.

Mina, Denki and Sero had made a bet; whoever was first to learn a tidbit of personal information about you, from you, got free reign of the communal gaming system in the dorm lounge for a month.

At least, that's what it started out as in the beginning.

It quickly reached the ears of the other students in your class, and everyone wanted in on the bet.

The promise of dibs on the game system long forgotten, their focus quickly moved on to bragging rights - after all, getting you to reveal any amount of personal information was seen as a great feat, one worthy of praise.

It had been funny at first, seeing how they scrambled to talk to you first, or the awkward ways they interacted with you to get even the slightest sliver of information.

Now, their thoughts gave you a headache whenever they were near.

You could probably have gone to Mr Aizawa if you had to - you were sure you could fabricate some evidence of their weird behaviour and have him intervene.

But the problem was, he was just as bad.

He had this weird, protective mindset.

It had creeped you out at first, but with time, you'd almost grown fond of his concern. It was... endearing. Kind of. Like a father. Or a puppy.

Regardless, he knew about their antics, and he hadn't bothered with them so far, so you decided it would be best if you kept your knowledge of the situation to yourself.

“No. Thank you though,” you reply smoothly, turning away from them to signal the end of the conversation.

But of course, they never really took no as an answer.

“Why? If it’s because you don’t want to be around a ton of people, then don’t worry about it - it’ll be like, eight of us. Please,” they ask, eyes wide and hopeful.

You’re saved, literally, by All Might entering the classroom with a silent shuffle.

“To your seats everyone, get to your seats please.”

****

Even without the use of your quirk, you can feel your class glowering from across the room.

You aren’t sure how your purple haired companion doesn’t realise that they’re glaring daggers at him - he really doesn’t even register that they’re looking at him at all.

But he doesn’t mention it, and no thoughts of them cross his mind, so you pay them no mind.

You liked Shinso. He was good company - quiet, polite, and his thoughts were the kind that barely skirted the edge of your consciousness. Being around him was like a breath of fresh air, so you clung to him.

It wasn’t often that you found someone who didn’t induce a migraine as soon as they entered the room. In fact, you could count on one hand the number of people you’d met that you could tolerate for longer than ten minutes.

Shinso was one, and Aizawa, surprisingly, was another.

Even more surprising than that though, had to be that Bakugo of all people had a quiet mind.

If anyone had known about your quirk and you told them, you were sure they’d call you a liar.

But it was the truth. The angry blond had such a tranquil mind that, if he allowed it, you’d befriend him. But you’d grown an aversion to being near him, as wherever Bakugo was, a crowd of classmates was sure to follow.

You’re brought back to the present moment as Shinso shakes his hand in front of your face, throwing you a quizzical look.

“Ah, sorry, I zoned out.”

He nods in understanding, before glancing behind you.

“Just thought I’d let you know; your classmates look like they want my head on a stick,” he says in a bored tone, eyes sliding back to you a moment later.

You make a noise at the back of your throat.

“Yeah,” you wince, “I noticed that. I didn’t want to mention it.”

He shrugs, standing up and offering you his hand.

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to sit, huh?”

You smile. Your classmates are outraged, seething as you accept his hand and sweep out of the cafeteria.

Thank goodness, you think, there were so many voices.

You only went to the cafeteria because Shinso liked the soba they served.

Honestly, braving the bustling centre felt like someone was hitting between your eyes with an ice-pick - pure torture.

The flood of thoughts fades as the two of you walk further from the main building, and your shoulders slump with relief.

If he notices, Shinso doesn’t comment. You’d thought originally that he was just extremely unobservant, but he really just didn’t think about or mention anything unless it raised any actual concern.

You’d realised that when you had accompanied him to a private training session with Aizawa, and you’d had a migraine from a long day of dealing with your classmates.

He only brought it up, openly thought about it when he saw how you grabbed at your head out of the corner of his eye.

Being with him was peaceful, you’d realised in that moment, because he had incredible control over his thoughts. That must have been because of his own predominantly mental quirk.

The thought made you happy, for some reason.

****

You liked when Mr Aizawa used his quirk on you.

The rest of your classmates hated it, and it really seemed to throw them off, but to you, it felt like sweet relief. It made everything quiet. Peaceful.

There were times where it threw you off, suddenly hearing nothing but radio silence, but after some adjustment, it was as if someone had released the pressure on your skull. Not that he, or anyone else knew.

Though, on some occasions, when he looked at you before you had time to mask the relief on your face, you saw the slight glimmer of something akin to realisation in his eyes. If he knew, he never brought it up.

It should’ve had you on edge - the fact that he might’ve known, but never said anything. But it didn’t. You didn’t know why.

If anyone were to discover your second quirk, you’d be in a world of trouble. Having an unregistered quirk, especially at your age, in UA of all places - it was unheard of.

It was criminal.

So you should’ve been terrified at the thought of someone finding out, knowing about your quirk.

But surely if he knew, he’d have brought it up by now?

“Quiet down class,” Aizawa demands flatly.

They don’t listen. Of course they don’t.

Their incessant chatter matches their constant barrage of thoughts, and it seems particularly noisy today. All their thoughts are focused on you, and it leaves a sharp throb in your temples.

Aizawa glares at them, eyes flashing crimson for a moment, and you feel all the tension melt away. You prepare yourself for the inevitable rush of returning voices, but it doesn’t come. Aizawa, for some reason, keeps his quirk activated, gaze roaming the class, lingering on you for a second too long before he looks away, brows furrowing as he blinks.

You mask your wince with an awkward cough, shifting in your seat. Now, most thoughts were centred around Aizawa and how scary he was.

The thought makes you laugh. They were so far off the mark, it was comical. Aizawa was like an overly concerned parent, thoughts constantly circling his students, how he could push them to be better. Honestly, it was quite heart warming, and the fact that his actions were so glaringly different to his thoughts made it ten times funnier.

Aizawa calls your name, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Sensei?”

“See me after class.”

Before you have a chance to delve into his mind to see what he was thinking, a barrage of thoughts hit you from all angles, your classmates wondering, like you, what this was all about.

You don’t give much thought to his request, too overwhelmed to try and sift through the turbulent sea of thoughts.

****

Aizawa schools his expression, staring down at you blankly.

“Well?”

You looked so young like this – wide eyed, trembling hands, pale, blanched face. You were panicked. He knew you were, but he made no move to ease your worries, waiting instead for confirmation.

“I– Sensei…”

He feels his brow twitch.

Not in annoyance. Not with you. Never you. You tended to tug at his heart strings, for reasons he didn’t fully understand.

Maybe because you were so young? You appeared younger still with that gleam of innocence in your eyes. Hero society was no place for someone like you - you were someone heroes should be protecting, rather than welcoming into their ranks.

“Answer the question.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow and turn your head to look out the window.

Were you thinking of a way to talk yourself out the situation? Were you trying to find a way to play off his discovery as nothing more than a funny happenstance? He didn’t doubt it.

“…yes.”

The word weighs heavily on you, shoulders sagging as you stand before him, curling in on yourself. His heart aches at the sight.

How overwhelming was it, to keep something like this to yourself? To live in fear of someone discovering your secret and hating you for it?

“And you’ve kept this to yourself for the past ten years? You’ve had no training or help whatsoever?”

You seem surprised at the shock colouring his tone, as if you’d expected him to be angry or fearful, rather than sympathetic. Again, he wondered how you’d dealt with this all alone for so long.

He sighs.

“You’re not in trouble. I’m not mad.”

He sees the tension melt from your posture in real time, as if someone had lifted an anvil off your shoulders.

“If you’d like, I can help you. We could do some training after classes; help you learn control? I can’t promise anything, but it might help.”

Of all the things Aizawa had expected to happen, you bursting into tears wasn’t one of them. Some long buried protective instinct rears it’s head at the sight of your red rimmed eyes as you try desperately to mop away the tears on your cheeks.

He awkwardly shifts from one foot to another, patting your shoulder in a pathetic attempt to comfort you.

“I’m really not in trouble? Y-You don’t hate me for listening in on your thoughts without permission?”

Again, that same painful clench in his heart.

“No, I don’t. Why would I hate you for something you can’t control? None of your classmates would either, I can promise you that.”

Aizawa spends the next twenty minutes clumsily comforting you, dismissing you as soon as your tears have stopped and he makes his way to the principal’s office a few minutes later. When he arrives, he’s immediately greeted by a very tense looking All Might and an oblivious, chattering Nezu.

He seats himself in the armchair next to Toshinori, posture sagging.

“You were right.”

Nezu cackles at that, hardly able to get a word in through his triumphant laughter. His reaction is in stark contrast to the other two men and their responses. The two share a tense, understanding look, glancing back at Nezu as he calms his laughter.

“Oh, this is most wonderful! I can’t wait to see what happens!”

Guilt eats away at Aizawa. He could only hope you wouldn’t hate him and Toshinori, or even your classmates for what they planned on doing.

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adobolover123 · 10 months

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bakusquad when they’re on instagram (headcannons!)

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bakugo’s instagram:

-doesn’t post a lot on instagram, but when he does OHMYGODDDJ

-he would post mirror selfies of him flexing with songs attatched. (maybe it’s just the camera angle but his arms r HUGE ASFFF—)

-does he post bakusquad? tbh rarely. bc of his big ahh ego. but since he’s getting better and warming up to them he’ll repost his friend’s posts if he’s tagged in them (hangouts, workout posts)

-he only posts stories

-his username is probably something corny as hell, like:

king.explosionmurder , kb_explosionmurder , imbetterthanyou, LMAOO

or something else like that 😭

-omg. and if ur lucky enough to get on his close friends story, (from time to time,) he’ll post himself lip syncing to audios. DONT EVEN GET ME STARYEDDD

-he knows he’s attractive. like literally post more please.

-only thing on his acc is one highlight of himself.

-his pfp? mirror selfie covering his face 🤷‍♀️

kirishima’s instagram:

-omg y’all this cutie and his instagram.

-most-if not ALL of his stories are selfies with his friends, and he most DEFINITELY has a weekly dump of them.

-his selfies with them r mostly him and his friends working out, but he’ll post even the little selfies like them at lunch.

-he WILL go on a story spam when the baku squad hangs out.

-he’ll post his workout progress on his story fs

-let’s be real he’ll post those motivational quotes

-his username would be his hero name or his regular name with his bday numbers 🤷‍♀️ (redriot1016, e.kirishima1016, )

-his main posts are kinda a pattern; himself, then his friends, then himself again.

-when he posts on main posts of his friends he would attach funny ass videos of them, and dumb challenges the bakusquad would do with each other

-his two main highlights r himself and his friends ofc, but he would have a highlight for each hangout to make it extra special ☹️

kaminari’s instagram:

-out of the whole bakusquad, denki and mina are the most active.

-i think we all know how he would be like fr

-he is definitely that person who reposts EVERYTHING HE SEES ON HIS FEED; REELS, POSTS, MEMES,

— he spams his stories ( he made a gc on insta with the rest of the squad that are MAINLY him spamming them with reels; bakugo kept leaving it but kaminari keeps inviting him back in)

-but waitwaitwait; be careful skipping through his stories bc he WILL post some FINE ass selfies of himself for the hoes

-he also won’t hesitate to post himself lip syncing to songs on his public story

-like kirishima, he posts his friends a lot!

-he’ll post on his story with those add-ons that have to do with friends and he’ll make a mini collage of his squad :)))

-his username?… it’s probably one of those “theyluv___” “theyfw___” type shi 😭

-kaminari. has. a. lot. of. main posts.

-but they come out hella good; he prolly searches up “instagram post ideas” on pinterest

-his pinned post was when he had a whole photoshoot in a parking lot garage which funny story:

(the bakusquad decided to hang out at the mall, and they arrived at the parking lot garage. mina brought up how it was a good place to take pictures here and denki RAN with that. next thing yk;

bakugo was pissed asf waiting for them sitting down on the ground,

jirou was being denki’s photo critic,

sero was helping kirishima get the angles right,

and mina was showing denki what poses he should do. they were there for an hour. )

-he complains how his acc isn’t getting seen but he forgot that he put his acc on private

ashido’s instagram:

-second most active on instagram

-SHE HAS THAT HOT GIRL ACC FR

-she posts a lot, but her three pinned posts are: selfies of herself, a photoshoot of herself, and one of those cool hot photoshoots with the squad

-her highlights are: “💋” (herself) , “🔛🔝” (bakusquad)”, “my loves” (class 1A girls)

-her username is probably “iheart___” or something simple like “minaa_a”

-she posts herself a lot on her story AND EATS IT UP EVERYTIMEEE

-and she posts her friends on her story as equally as she posts herself ♡

-she posts a LOT on her close friends, she posts memes but mainly funny videos and pictures of the squad. including funny gc screenshots

-when her friends post she’ll repost them like 3 times, and spam/hype them up in the comments 🤗

jirou’s instagram:

-this girl got the whole themed instagram acc quickly.

-she only uses instagram to be up to date with music artists so she doesn’t care abt posting

-her username would probably just be her name or something like: “j_kyoka”

-but she does have one main post, and it’s a guitar she got for her birthday 🤗

-she posts reels of her doing all sorts of song covers with different instruments LIKE AHHHH

-her covers get a lot of attention, denki asks her how he could get attention on his acc

-since her acc got a lot of public attention (she’s thinking abt making another one just for song covers) everyone in class 1A is on her close friends so she could post stuff she’d like to keep a little private; like her friends, hangouts

-on her public story she would repost concert tour dates, music artists posts, stuff like that.

-she would post screenshots of songs she’s listening to on her public story

-sadly she doesn’t post herself—unless it’s a selfie of her getting a new instrument or something lol

-there was this one time she posted a cute selfie of herself in her cfs on accident, and denki and mina hyped her up sm fr ☹️

mina:

“YESSS”

“POST MORE 🗣️🗣️”

denki:

“OHMYOGF”

“U POSTED”

“OKAY JIRO I SEE YOUU”

jirou:

“sthu”

-she has a public highlight for covers, and her cf highlights are her friends !

-she doesn’t ask to take that much pictures with them, she usually reposts her friends stories when she’s tagged in them

-but she loves recording denki being stupid lol, she also has a cf highlight of that

sero’s instagram:

-almost like a bakusquad fan acc

-he’s like in the middle of jirou and denki when it comes to posting on his story

-he’ll repost memes, but not as much

-he posts sky pictures just bc 🤗 he has a highlight for them

-he doesn’t post himself ☹️😒 unless it’s a selfie with the squad

-in fact, he has a lot of main posts of JUST him and the bakusquad; he’s also the cameraman

-but he mainly takes pictures and videos a lot with denki, their pictures are funny ASF

-instead of just one highlight of the whole squad, he has a silly highlight for each of them!!

-funny videos, funny pictures, funny screenshots of things they said, you name it

-he also has a highlight for tiktoks the squad do together it’s so funny and cute

-his feed is everywhere tbh; a mix of memes and the squad

-his username is probably a meme quote or something like “notserohanta” 💀

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notes: (i wrote this at like 12am srry if it’s sloppy) those are my head cannons! i rlly don’t know wht to write for a fic anymore lol. i hope you enjoyed though!!

have a good day loves ♡

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Tsuyu: Do you guys have any idea why Mina keeps putting Bakugo and Iida next to each other kero?

Uraraka: Hmm, I don't know for sure, but it started almost immediately after we had that lesson about complimentary colors in Ms. Midnight's class.

Jiro: Yeah, I overheard her saying we were only one couple away from having them all, whatever that means.

Uraraka: *looks to the left where Todoroki and Midoriya are, looks to the right where Kaminari and Shinsou are* Ooh, I think I get it... poor Iida.

*explosions and lecturing in background*

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yandere-class-1a · 5 months

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Also can you do normal yandere class 1a head canons if that's ok? (and can u add mic and aizawa)

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to complete this ask, I got burned out about halfway through and needed to take a little break. I hope you like them though! I wasn't exactly sure how you wanted me to do them so I did all of class 1-A (+ platonic Aizawa and Mic) separately, they do have some connections in them though. There are a lot of words (3,895 to be exact) so I'm gonna be adding a read more button.

Shoji is absolutely the type of yandere to try and protect you from the bad in the world. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong he will turn into a big guard dog. He wraps you up in his arms and death glares at the person that looked at you funny. If you comment on it he will turn back into the big teddy bear that you know and love. He will not limit your internet access but you bet he will watch over you if you look up triggering or problematic things for your mental health. He won't restrict it but he will have a big talk with you about how it's better to consume positive media instead of negative media. He loves to cuddle you with all his arms, and it's absolutely heavenly. He might be the tallest in class, but no way does this man not like being the little spoon. He loves feeling you wrapped around him actually a little bit more than him being wrapped around you, he just loves the comfort you give him.

Koda is absolutely a cinnamon roll yandere. He doesn't want to hurt you or anybody else for that matter. He feels like the type of yandere to worship the very ground you walk on. If you give him a gift he will put it on a special shelf and cherish it forever. Once he accidentally forgot to put it up on his shelf and one of his animal friends accidentally broke it, he cried for hours until you managed to calm him down. Whenever you can't sleep Koda will send over a bird with a beautiful song to lull you to sleep. If you confront him about it he will try and deny it at first but end up cracking under your gaze. He tells you how he just wants to make sure you get a good amount of sleep, he didn't mean to upset you. If you aren't angry at him he will be so happy, if you are he will honestly turn into the poutiest baby you've ever seen.

Sato is the type of yandere to give you anything and everything you want, especially if it's something to do with baking. He and you probably have a designated day to bake at least one thing. If you don't feel like baking that day Sato will definitely sit you up on the counter and just talk to you well he bakes. If you love to lick the spoon he will definitely bakes the batter specially without eggs so you can eat as much of it as you want. He might look big and scary to some people but he is actually a absolute sweetheart. If you get tired from walking, even just a little bit, Sato will pick you up and cradle you like a baby so you don't have to walk. He feels like the type of boyfriend that will give you his shoes if yours are hurting your feet. Either that or he will carry around a extra pair of shoes in his bag. He doesn't care what people think when he does stuff for you, your his precious angel and he's willing to do anything for you.

Ida's obsession with you stems from a deep-rooted sense of duty and responsibility. He becomes fixated on protecting you at all costs, believing it's his duty to keep you safe, even if it means resorting to extreme measures. Now Ida does not want to hurt anyone, however if they were to hurt you then he most definitely would be willing to bend his morality a little bit. He is smart enough to do full background checks on anyone close to you and is willing to use that against them if they try and hurt you. He will have Aizawa set up security cameras all throughout the dorms saying he wants to protect his classmates as class representative. He does use the cameras for that, however he mostly uses them to keep tabs on you. On a side note he keeps the kitchen stashed with all your favorite foods so you never go hungry.

Sero is the type of yandere to be possessive of you but still lets you have friends (He definitely doesn't have Ida run background checks on them or anything like that... oh who am I kidding he most definitely does). He will definitely get close to all your friends and family if you want. If someone you grew up with shows him your baby pictures you he will definitely internally fan boy. He has a pretty laid back attitude, so he's not super controlling or manipulative. However this man definitely makes up for it with his obsessive ways. He will definitely want to do the spiderman kiss at some point or another, once you start dating it happens all the time. ⚠️Next part of Sero's headcanons continues slightly suggestive things, just thoughts and not actually doing anything⚠️ He's best friends with denki so we can guarantee he's at least a little bit of a pervert, at least to you. He would love to either see you shirtless or in a sports bra depending on your gender. He knows you're not ready for the next step so he's not gonna force you, for now he's fine with just resting his head on your chest or sitting you on his lap.

Todoroki is the type of yandere to be so obsessive for you that it hurts his heart to not be with you. He can be so possessive sometimes that he'll lock the two of you in a room and hide the key. He knows it's a bit over the top, he just can't help it. To him you are a living breathing God, you are so amazing that he just has to be next to you. However he does know that you might try and grow distant if he gets too possessive... To make up for this he tries to be as lenient with you as possible in most things. He will definitely stalk you, but he's pretty open about it. He will be like "He darling! You went to the ice cream shop yesterday and left your notebook. Don't worry though, I picked it up for you". Him and the class decide that kidnapping was out of the question... but sleepovers with the class that "accidentally" last for a week aren't uncommon. Todoroki will invite you over to his dorm all the time, sometimes just to cuddle. He desperately craves physical affection... Please give him some.

Momo is one of the yanderes with more common sense. She makes sure to match how fast she eases you into her yandere tendencies and how well you take them. If your reactions are on the more positive side she will move up a few levels in about two to three weeks. However if you seem uncomfortable she will ease them onto you slowly, conditioning you so it all feels normal. She feels like the type of yandere to invite you with her instead of stalking you, though she's not against it either. Like if she goes to the Mall or even the Library she will definitely invite you. If you don't really want to go she will tell you that you can get your favorite food or stop at your favorite place on the way. If she goes shopping by herself you can 100% guarantee that she returns with at least two gifts for you. If you go shopping with her however you both will definitely come back with bags full of gifts.

Bakugo is on the extremely possessive yandere side. He used to want you to be only his, but after a lot of convincing from the class he realized that they all loved you as much as him so maybe just maybe they could share you. He still can't be in the same room when Izuku's or Todoroki are being lovey with you though, he's working on it though. He used to call you only his and use words like my darling, now he calls you the only theirs and names like our darling. If anyone that isn't in class 1-A gets too close to you, even simple things like brushing against you in the hallways, he will quickly and without thinking grab your hand and not let go until he feels better. Bakugo here is definitely not shy about pda (public display of affection). He will hug and kiss you all he wants no matter where you are, though it's a bit more rough out in public to keep up his tough boy appearance.

Kirishima is the type of yandere to obsess over every little thing you do. He notices every little detail about you and points them out to other classmates. Like one day you came into class and Kirishima just casually tells the bakusquad that your breath smells slightly different than it normally does, probably because you ran out of your favorite scented toothpaste and had to replace it with your second favorite. They all looked at him funny. Not because of the obsessive sound of that sentence, but because he somehow managed to notice something that no one else did. The minute you walk into the room Kirishima's eyes find you. He can somehow keep a good conversation with a person well-watching. He is always telling you how manly you are, even for the littlest things. He is almost constantly wanting to give you affection. His affection ranges from quick kisses on the nose to cuddling for hours. He wants to wash you in the bath soooo badly. Not in a perverted way of course! He just wants to take care of you, you're his darling after all! He would have Momo make a bathing suit to cover up your privates so he could even just wash your hair for you.

Ojiro is the type of yandere who literally just wants to take care of you. He will buy you whatever snacks you want, no matter how hard they are to find. He hates to see you sad so he will almost always have a funny or cute video saved on his phone to cheer you up. He honestly buys the most thoughtful gifts in all of class 1-A. He will teach you martial arts if you ask him to, though he's absolutely gonna baby you if you get hurt during training. He likes when you play with his tail. He will definitely wrap his tail around you while you're both sitting down. He is extremely shy about telling you his love for you. Him and Koda can sit together for hours and just talk about you, but when it comes to actually telling you about it he gets all shy. He once managed to get out the words I like you but before you could even respond he tried to cover it up with a like a friend.

Aoyama is the type of yandere to constantly compliment you and not be shy about his obsession. He loves to do Mini fashion shows for himself and You. He will invite the whole class and they all show up. Bakugo might take a bit more convincing but he cracks when Aoyama shows him one of the dresses/suits you will be wearing. If your having a self conscious day where you don't like something about yourself fo to Ayoama. He is always ready with a list of things he loves about you. The list doesn't have only things about your body either... It has little habits you do, your tone of voice, your passions, your different styles, your personality, ect. He is always ready to make you any type of clothes you want. He can make the comfiest bra's and/or panties if your comfortable with that. He knows how to make binders and breast forms for trangender darlings as well. He gives you your favorite type of cheese randomly, and if you don't like the taste of cheese he buys cheese scented candles for you.

Denki is the type of yandere to follow you around like a lost puppy. He is super duper protective of you to the point that he will do his best to remove anyone and anything that has the potential to harm you. At some point you got a splinter in your foot and this boy convinced everyone that soft carpeted floors were a necessity to have in the dorms. He may not be good at numbers or other academic things, however he is amazing with people. He would never hurt you, that includes manipulating you, but he'a not above manipulating other people. Half the time nobody even notices he's manipulating them, and if they do, Denki will manipulate them more to think it's all in their head. Denki is a naturally cuddly person so cuddle sessions are a must have. If you ask him for cuddles he will drop everything he's doing and cuddle you. He isn't the type to get jealous cause he knows you love class 1-A and only them romantically. He is more the type to get to show the other person that you belong to him.

Izuku is the type to know everything about you, even things you don't know. Izuku definitely has at least 3 notebooks full of all your information. The first one starts of pretty standard, just your name and quirk, same as everyone else. It then gets more in detail about your quirk until it's basically entirely explained as far as to your family tree to compare the quirks to your own. It then sorta just kept on going from there. He definitely has a secret shrine to you. It has little things like pens that you left behind up to pictures of you at all times of the day. He keeps it hidden in a locked drawer so no one can find out about it. He’s a huge stalker. He almost always knows where you are and when he doesn't he panics and searches the entire city for you. He likes to watch you sleep secretly, only for about half an hour though.

Mina is the classic type of stalker that watches you from a tree. She will absolutely positively have a wall covered with photos of you in her room. Now she's not a complete idiot, so she buys a pretty tapestry and covers up the pictures with it. She is super bubbly and friendly so she has no problem talking to you. She will listen to you talk about something you love for hours if it would make you happy! Of course if you preferred to listen she has tons of stories to tell you, even if she might bend them a little bit to make herself sound more amazing. She definitely sends you good morning and good night texts, just not at normal times. Her good morning texts range from 4:00 in the morning to 12:00 noon. Her good night texts are around 10:00 in the nighttime to 2:00 in the morning. She definitely posts all about you on her social media's. If your not comfortable with pictures she will just post all about how amazing and beautiful/handsome you are. If someone says something like "Oooo what's their number" or "I bet I could date them" Mina will instantly block them. If they something more, suggestive to straight up filthy, Mina will not hesitate to break their online profile. She has a passion for coding and knows how to hack into accounts without leaving a trail.

Tokoyami is the type of edgy but soft yandere. Tokoyami loves it when you listen to his poetry. He could go on for hours with edgy (yet very cute) poetics about how you are his beautiful Shining star. Darkshadow also likes to talk to you. However theirs are more asking you questions and listening to your answer so they can store it in their mind. Tokoyami is really shy when it comes to physical affection, Dark Shadow is definitely not though. Tokoyami will be sitting next to you in the common room and Dark shadow will just pop up and be like "Tokoyami wants to hold your hand but he's too scared to ask". Tokoyami isn't that great with speaking words, mostly prefering to write instead. He will write cute little notes for you and leave them on your desk. He makes handmade black envelopes and seals them with a red wax stamp. Dark shadow likes to put little random questions at the back of the card, like what's your favorite color or do you have any pets. Dark shadow likes to write in pretty pink glittery gel pens just to mess with Tokoyami.

Uraraka is the type of yandere to be so caring that you hardly see the obsessiveness because you're too happy from all the love she gives you. But let me tell you that the obsessiveness is 100% there. She's very careful that nothing can hurt you. If you do somehow manage to get hurt she will take care of the wound extremely tenderly. It could range from a splinter to a broken leg, it doesn't matter because she treats you so sweetly it's impossible to top it. At times she will become quite clingy, wanting cuddles and kisses galore. If your just not a touchy person or maybe you don't like skin on skin contact she will try and back off. However she needs some type of contact or she gets super pouty and sometimes depressed. If you want to bring her out of this state all you have to do is link your pinkies. It's not much but it makes her super happy that you're even touching her. Be careful as when her emotions get super high her quirk gets out of control and you might float up to the ceiling.

Jiro is like the edgy to everyone except you girlfriend. Once you found a cute and fluffy pink key chain and gave it to her. She paused for a second and you panicked thinking you messed up. When you offered to take it back she snapped out of it and hugged it to her chest tightly. She gently smiled at you and said she absolutely loved it. After that she placed it on her bookbag and hasn't taken it off since. She is super flirty to you but if you so much as say she looks pretty she will turn into a blushing mess and not be able to look at you for at least 10 minutes. If you ask her to teach you and instrument she will absolutely agree. If you are a slow learner it's ok, She has all the patience in the world for you. If you learn quickly she will eventually start playing musica with you. It doesn't matter what type of music you like she definitely has a playlist of all your favorite songs that she listens to when she misses you.

Hagakure is definitely the type of yandere to stalk you any chance she gets. She would have major problems approaching you cause she thinks you're too good for her. She honestly thinks that you are absolutely one of the most perfect beings in the universe. Her quirk literally makes her invisible so she could stand directly next to you and you would never know. It may sound a bit creepy, and she is well aware of this, but she likes to watch you sleep. She loves how peaceful you look when you're having a good dream. If you were to sleep walk/sleep talk she will let you do whatever it is you do as she finds it adorable. If she thinks you might hurt yourself in your sleep she will gently lead you back to bed and tuck you in tightly. She will sometimes follow you for hours. When people ask her what she likes to do her reponse is "being with y/n". It sounds normal enough to not cause suspicion but it's still the truth, she does love being with you! You just Don't know she's there most of the time...

Tsu is the type of yandere to be extremely sweet to almost everyone but if they so much as look at you wrong that switch flips fast. So basically Tsu is overprotective central. She will protect you from any harm that comes your way. She has a dead serious glare that is honestly scarrier that original Bakugo. She loves to cuddle up next to you in the sunshine on a warm day. She doesn't like intense heat but she loves sunlight. She will curl up next to the pool and just sunbathe with you if you want. If you love swimming she will take you swimming all the time. She uses her excuse of being able to breath under water as a way to kiss you. Let me explain, she will press your lips together and blow air into your mouth so you can stay underwater with her. She will 100% take selfies with you any chance she gets. She actually has a locked folder on her phone called 🐸 ~ My Darling ~ 🐸 with over 500 pictures of you.

Aizawa is like a father type yandere to you. He's gonna be super duper protective of you. If a villain tries to attack you while your in class (because Class 1-A is just a villain attack magnet) you’re the first one he thinks about protecting. He knows it's wrong to have a favorite student but he just can't help it. Your just such an amazing person to him how could he not favorite you?! He absolutely is not afraid to show his favoritism to anyone. If Nezu comments on it aizawa will just be like "What are you gonna do, fire me? Who else would be willing to take care of those problems children?". If you accidentally mess something up he will just simply forgive you and tell you it's ok. Like once you and denki had a sleepover and forgot to do homework... Denki had to do 10 laps around the field and you got asked if you needed help on any of the questions. He definitely teaches you privately different skills that aren't related to your quirk.

Present Mic is like an extremely proud father. At any game or contest that he announces he scream out praise at every little thing you do. He's been asked about it before and his answer was just pure confusion. He doesn't understand that he might be focusing more on you than the actual thing he's supposed to be announcing, he just thinks that you're doing amazing and wants everyone to know. Mic is extremely handsy with you, of course in a fatherly type of way. He will often be seen with some type of contact with you. He will pat your back, ruffle your hair, hold your hand in crowded areas, ect. He will hangout with you and Aizawa in your dorm room as you all take turns picking a song to listen to. If you really like a certain band or singer Mic will get you both tickets to one of their concerts.

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ihavesocialanxiety3654 · 3 months

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•Bakusquad in jail•

*Bakusquad in jail after doing something aizawa told them to not do*

Denki: so who do we call?

Y/n: I would call aizawa-sensei but I feel safer in jail..

#bakusquad x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mina ashido x reader #kyoka jiro

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 1 month

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Jiro: I just realized something.

Kaminari: Ok??

Jiro: Being in love is totally punk rock 🤘 *Throws up a peace sign*

Kaminari: WHY ARE YOU THE CUTEST THING TO EVER EXIST!!!?

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anime-as-textposts · 8 months

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curiousochako · 3 months

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All of my ships! Hoping at least one of them becomes canon

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marianamakesart · 2 years

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This is my first piece for @kmjr-mini-bang Kamijirou Mini Bang! I got to work with @vannahfanfics and we decided on a story that took place in a bar!

Link to Vanna’s work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40900404

#kamijirou #kamijiro #jirou x kaminari #kaminari x jirou #jiro x kaminari #jirou #kaminari

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Beauty and the Deviant

Word Count: 1710

Fluff, Romance, Confessions, Getting Together, Pro Heroes

Summary: Eager to escape the stress of daily life as pro heroes, Denki and Kyoka head to a karaoke bar. Utterly entranced by his beautiful companion, Denki decides to voice the feelings that he's been harboring for a long time.

It’s been a while since the zine came out, but I wrote this for a KamiJiro zine a while back, and I finally have the chance to post it. Enjoy some cute KamiJiro fluff <3

The puddles of rainwater splashed under their feet as Denki and Kyoka dashed down the sidewalk. They had their jackets pulled up over their heads to try and protect them from the steady rain pouring down from the cloudy, gray evening sky. The lights of the streetlamps and passing cars refracted off the raindrops and the slick sheen of water coating the sidewalk. Snatches of the light reflected off their damp hair, kaleidoscoping colors off the strands to paint rainbows into the strands. The soles of Denki’s shoes slid on the water as he came to a stop; he snickered as he pulled open the door of a building and pushed Kyoka inside. He all but tossed some bills onto the counter of the attendant, who just smiled in amusement as she watched the two teenagers shuffle to the back of the building.

“Denki, come on, do we really—?” The annoyance in Kyoka’s voice was tainted with laughter, unable to contain it as Denki eagerly dragged her down a hallway into a small room. It was a simple room with a tatami mat floor, a low-sitting table with four cushions seated around it, and a small plasma-screen television mounted on the wall above a small karaoke machine with two microphones. Denki bit down on his tongue as he scampered up to the microphones with glee. He snatched one up and pointed dramatically at Kyoka.

“Yes, my dear Kyoka!” he grinned. She stood in the threshold of the door, arms crossed and a demure smile playing over her lips. Her hip rested against the doorframe as she jutted it out, but no matter how much she wanted to pretend that she wasn’t interested, the gleam in her eyes betrayed her.

“When I said I wanted to go out to get away from the stress, this is not what I had in mind,” she said with raised eyebrows.

Denki continued sticking out the tip of his tongue, doing a little shimmy while holding the microphone. The cord bounced against his leg with rhythmic slaps, and as he turned around, it wrapped around his leg. He wobbled when it pulled taut, disbalancing him. Kyoka hid her mouth with her hand as she laughed quietly, prompting Denki to smile sheepishly and rub the back of his neck. He kicked his leg until the cord slipped off, then raked his fingers through his hair.

“Come on, Kyoka, you know you love to sing!” he said with an enticing wiggle of the microphone. More than that, though, Denki loved to hear her sing. Ever since their first year of high school when they’d performed at the school festival, he’d been enraptured by her angelic voice. He relished every chance he got to hear her sing, hence his scheme to drag her out to a karaoke bar on their Friday night jubilee.

Again, he wiggled the microphone, eyebrow creeping up his forehead. “You know you want to~”

Kyoka snorted, but the smile spreading across her face betrayed her. She pushed away from the door to saunter over and grab the microphone from him.

“You’re a deviant,” she said.

“Guilty as charged,” he snickered while whirling around to turn on the karaoke machine and television. The screen blazed to life, upbeat music pumping through the speakers as the karaoke machine’s home menu displayed in white letters against a pastel background with colorful music notes bouncing around. Denki picked up the remote to begin scrolling through the options, swinging his hips to the poppy tune. Kyoka waited patiently for him to choose something, swaying her shoulders ever-so-slightly to the beat.

Denki finally selected a song, a well-known anime anthem, and dropped the remote as the instrumental intro started playing. He danced in place next to Kyoka, purposefully bumping shoulders with her and making her laugh and shove back.

“Cut it out! You’re gonna throw me off my groove!” she cried, pushing into the side of his head. Denki ducked down with a laugh, but his teasing ended up backfiring as he missed the beginning of the song. Kyoka grinned triumphantly at him as she sang into the microphone, while he stumbled up and shakily jumped in, voice cracking a little. Smooth, he thought with an inward groan. Way to impress the girl, idiot!

Obviously, Denki and Kyoka were close. They’d grown closer across the course of high school, and still hung out regularly now that they were full-fledged heroes. Denki was grateful for her friendship, but he’d be remiss to say that he didn’t want to take things to another level. He was so in love with Kyoka it was ridiculous; he had been for years. However, Kyoka was just so beautiful, so sophisticated, so confident that Denki quailed every time he thought of confessing to her.

Even now, as she sang beautifully into the microphone while stepping to the beat, tossing her head so her raven hair swished around her shoulders, head tossed back and eyes closed in revelry—God, she was so beautiful that his heart ached. He watched her out of the corners of his eyes as he sang into the microphone. Her cheeks began to shine opaline pink with exertion and a thin layer of sweat. She opened her eyes to peer at him, dark eyes glinting like onyxes under the light of the fluorescents. Every day Denki thought that he couldn’t fall in love with her more than he already was, and yet moments like these proved him wrong each and every time.

“Ah, you’re right,” Kyoka exhaled when the song ended, playing with the ends of her purple-black hair and smiling at Denki. “I do love to sing.” She gazed at the screen with a content smile, then picked up the remote to choose the next song. Denki didn’t watch the scrolling song titles on the bright screen, but rather the simple motion of her pushing the buttons and how magical even that seemed to him.

“Kyoka?” he piped up suddenly. She hummed in response, her eyes flicking to him before back to the screen. Denki fidgeted in place, hands wringing into the still-damp fabric of his graphic tee.

At his nervous silence, she looked at him this time, head slightly tilted and eyes wide in curiosity.

“What is it, Denki?” she asked, setting down the remote and microphone and turning to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay,” he nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. He edged closer to her, continuing to wring wrinkles into the hem of his shirt. She stared at him quizzically, and the expression on her face almost made his courage fail—almost.

“Kyoka… I love to hear you sing.”

She blinked, seemingly confused by the sudden proclamation. As her lips parted to speak, he hurriedly waved a hand and spluttered, “W-wait, there’s more! It’s not just that, I… I love the way you smile because it lights up the whole room. I love when you laugh and the way you cover your mouth when you do it and the way your eyes scrunch up a little.” A blush crept up from Kyoka’s neck, dying her face a bright shade of carnation. “I love the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re nervous,” he added with a smile as she was doing just that, making her freeze and stare at him with owlish eyes.

He stepped forward, taking her arms by the wrists so he could pull her hands down and gently place them in his own. Her fingers twitched against his skin, nervous and trembling.

“I love everything about you, Kyoka. I have for a long time.” He dropped his head a little, bangs flopping into his eyes to hide the shake in his golden irises.

Kyoka swallowed thickly, licking her lips and running her thumbs over the skin of Denki’s palm. After a moment of silence, she tilted her head with a shy smile.

“I love you too, Denki.”

“Oh, man, that’s a relief,” he couldn’t help but say, sagging a little as all the tightly-wound muscles in his body relaxed at once. Kyoka giggled, and Denki gave her a bashful smile. “I was hoping you’d say that, otherwise I would have made a big fool of myself, huh?”

“Well, it’s not much different than what you do on a daily basis.”

“Ouch, that’s harsh,” he said with a pout.

Kyoka took advantage of him poking out his lips, diving forward to press a light, chaste kiss to his mouth. It was Denki’s turn to wear the owlish eyes, blowing wide like golden moons.

“I guess it’s lucky for you that I think big fools are cute,” Kyoka said cheekily, poking out her tongue a little.

Denki had to laugh despite her barb; she always had a way of making those little teases so endearing. While keeping eye contact with her, he lifted up her hands to press featherlight kisses across her knuckles. Kyoka’s face blazed bright red, turning darker with each flutter of his lips over her skin. Lucky for Denki, he had a knack for flustering her as payback for her cheeky jibes.

“All right, all right,” Kyoka said, pulling back her hands and holding them close to her chest and swaying back-and-forth shyly. “A girl can only take so much…”

“Whatsa matter? I can’t dote on my new girlfriend?” Denki asked, and Kyoka’s face turned a dark maroonish color. She turned away with a nervous groan when he skipped up to her and pressed a kiss into her temple. “All right, all right, I’m done for now,” he hummed and picked up the microphones again. “Now let’s hear some more of that angelic voice, yeah?” he said, wiggling them at her with raised eyebrows.

“You’re a deviant!” she said again, but snatched up the microphone anyway.

“Guilty as charged~” he said with a little prance, only to tangle himself up in the cord again. He smiled bashfully as Kyoka laughed, covering up her mouth again in that cute little gesture he adored. He wiggled out of the cord and leaned in to press another kiss to her cheek, loving the heat of her blush melting over his lips. Then they sang the night away, just two young twenty-somethings escaping the stress and head-over-heels in love.

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