#midoriya izuku x oc

[honey-words]

spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis:   you’ve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But you’ve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, it’s easy for you to connect the dots from there. 

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

author’s note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :)

part 1 of the spider boy series

“Spider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked hero—”

“You’re a spider-man fan?”

You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process. 

“Midoriya! You scared me.”

He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did. 

“Yeah, I guess I am a fan,” you said. “Campus PD sucks and I think it’s funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.”

You both shared a laugh. 

“I have to get to class,” Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. “How’s Moony?”

“She’s great, thanks for asking,” you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said, really standing up this time. “Bye!”

You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video. 

A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face. 

A smaller feat of Spider-Man’s, but a good one nonetheless. 

During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief. 

The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Here’s my proof!!!!

Finding the professor’s lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too. 

By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable arguments—Spider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the day—keeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime he’d solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus. 

The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep. 

You must’ve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am. 

The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriya’s, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep. 

This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused. 

You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?

The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semester—everyone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings. 

This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so you’d done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready. 

The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed. 

She never hissed. 

You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, you’d been sipping on a lemonade earlier—one in a glass bottle. 

As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.

It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out. 

As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.

Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately. 

“Moony,” you whispered. “Get away from him.”

“It’s okay!” Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why did you break into my apartment?” You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep. 

It was 4am. 

You could not help the gasp that escaped you. 

“Midoriya?”

The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Man’s entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense. 

“What?” he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him. 

“Did you think this was your apartment?” You were connecting the dots now. “This is why you always come back so late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, inching towards the window. “I just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.”

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. “Why’re you bleeding?”

Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again. 

This seemed to break him—his shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again. 

The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony. 

“Smart cat. She recognized me.” You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action. 

“Sit down, please,” you said, remembering to speak quietly. “You can’t die in my apartment. You can’t.”

“I won’t,” he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. “Promise.”

“If you thought this was your apartment you’re definitely concussed,” you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. “What happened to you?”

You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was. 

“I got thrown into a wall,” he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. “I’m really sorry.” 

“You’re sorry for being thrown into a wall?” You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. He’d leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at. 

“I only have bandaids,” you said, still laughing a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs. 

“It’s okay,” he said, catching his breath again. “Can you help me get to my place? I’m used to patching myself up.” 

It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse. 

His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did.  

“Thank you,” he said once he had settled down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“I know,” you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. “I’m sorry for figuring out who you are.”

Another small laugh from him. “S’okay.” he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. “You won’t tell anyone?”

You smiled back at him. “Promise.”

You didn’t remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriya’s part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriya’s until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door. 

Two spiders drawn holding hands, with “friends?” written underneath.

You slid it back under his door with your own addition — a drawing of a cat and “friends” written underneath his question. 

——— * * * ———

“Trauma bond?”

“Yeah,” you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong. 

It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each other’s company. It had started off small—seeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you. 

After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each other’s apartments. 

“Is my pasta not good?” you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap. 

“It could use some pepper,” he said, smiling teasingly at you. “No, it’s good. Just a rough night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” you said. 

“S’okay,” he said. “We’re trauma bonded enough.” You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone. 

“Midoriya—” 

“Thank you for the pasta,” he said. “I can help with the dishes.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know we’re friends friends, right?”

He nodded. “I’m messing with you.”

“You little shit!” he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door. 

“I haven’t heard you come back late in a while,” you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised. 

“You wait up for me?”

“No!” you said indiginantly. “It just used to wake us up.” 

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said. “But you have to wake me up if you’re hurt really bad, okay? Even if it’s just to sit with you.”

A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya. 

“What was that?”

“Promise.” 

Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. “Are you going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.”

He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update. 

Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room. 

“All done!” he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moony’s fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest. 

“Take a nap,” you blurted. “If you’re going to be out tonight. You need to rest.”

“I will,” he said, smiling up at you. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not!” you said, huffing. “You better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.”

“‘Kay,” he said. “See you tomorrow?” You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door. 

The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around. 

You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back. 

The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.

“Midoriya?” you said quietly, sitting up. “You okay?”

He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in. 

“No,” he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear. 

You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers

“Are you hurt?” you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head. 

You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. “Want to talk about it?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands back. “Later.”

“Okay,” you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. “I’m here, okay? It’s okay.”

You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing. 

The bruises were on his side this time—no cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadn’t stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.

“Can I stay?” he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it. 

“Yeah, course you can,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring. 

Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, “Don’t want to be alone.” 

“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.

“I’m not leaving,” you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

masterlist

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x you #mha x reader #bnha x you #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x oc #spiderman deku #bnha fanfiction #spiderdeku

[mj-102009]

MASTER LIST

All of my silly littles stories go here. Requests are always open

(All oc's)

Colby Brock

First Time for Everything

Thor (Marvel)

Mistakes of the Past

Bakugou Katsuki

When the Stars Align

Izuku Midoriya

Unnecessary Backup

Gojo Satoru

Queen of Chaos: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | To be continued...

Bucky Barnes

Echos of Who She Used to Be

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

New Kid: Part one | Might be continued...

Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Heiress of Crimes

#oc #fanfiction #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #oc fanfiction #satoru gojo #jjk #colby brock x reader #gojo saturo #mha #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x oc #izuku midoriya #ao3 izuku #mha izuku #bnha izuku #deku #izuku x reader #mha deku #mha midoriya #colby brock #sam and colby #colby x reader

[chasingtoru]

God Complex

Midoriya Izuku + Hayakawa Rintaro

#bnha fanfiction #bnha oc #izuku midoriya x oc #midoriya izuku x oc #wattpad fanfiction #wattpad fic #anime fic

[hanahaki270]

♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

♡・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・♡

Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

♡・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・♡

Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

♡・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・♡

Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

♡・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・♡

Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

#my hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #headcanon #bakugou katsuki #x reader #deku #izuku midoriya #bnha deku #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #deku x reader #anime #anime fanfic #bnha x reader #ao3 writer #writing #fanfic #fluff #mha izuku #katsuki bakugo x reader #fuyumi todoroki #shoto x reader #bnha todoroki #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academy oc

[lalenrasch]

BNHA Pet pals 🐍🐭🐕🐟🐑🐱🐸🐰

each character with a pet🌸🌻

#my hero academia #bnha #digital illustration #mha #mha deku #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #izuocha #ochako uraraka #bnha mirko #dabi #dabi x oc #boku no hero academia #mha hawks #bnha hawks #tsuyu asui #bakugo katsuki #dabi x rias

[bouncybongfairy]

Miscommunication

Izuku Midoriya x Fem Reader

Summary: As a new student at U.A. you are pretty overwhelmed with the workload and training hours. You're used to having a lot on your plate but this is an entirely new level you didn't prepare yourself to be at. After turning down Deku's offer to go out with a group of students to get food. You end up falling asleep while you are studying and wake up starving. While looking for something to eat in the kitchen, you encounter the green-haired boy who won't stop sending you mixed singles. You end up using your quirk to see what he thinks of you in his dreams.

Word-Count: 2k+

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part 2 Is now up!

Being enrolled in U.A. wasn’t as manageable as you thought. Everyone warns you that it’s going to be a lot of work but you were always a really active student. Sports, clubs, honors classes, and yes the workload could get heavy from time to time but it became over your head. Now that you are a U.A. high student, you were barely managing the bare minimum. Living away from home was a bit stressful as well, you missed having your parents right around the corner if you needed them. You were currently in your dorm, typing away at your computer. Trying desperately to find filler words to make your essay 2000 words. It was Friday which you used to look forward to but now, it was the one day a week when not only your body but your mind was the sorest. After training every day after school on top of how hard the educational material makes you feel like you had nothing left. Even though you were exhausted you were trying to get your homework for Monday done tonight. You really had to power through it sometimes but it always made the weekend more enjoyable when you didn’t have to worry about it. There was a soft knock on your door. 

“Come in!” you called out. The door opens and Deku enters the room. 

“Hey Y|N, a couple of us were gonna go out and grab something to eat. I just wanted to let you know, extend the invite,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“Awe thank you for the invite but I think I’m gonna stay here and work on some assignments. Thank you for offering though, that’s very sweet of you,” you politely decline. 

“Are you sure? We're only gonna be gone for an hour, we weren’t planning on being out for a while,” he insisted. 

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it without this essay being done. I really appreciate it though,” you said, he gave you an understanding smile before leaving your room. 

You could never read Deku, there were times you felt like he was flirting with you but he was so nice to everyone. Sometimes you thought maybe you just weren’t used to boys at your school who were so well mannered. Therefore you were romanticizing how he goes out of his way to be nice. In class or at lunch, you would sometimes catch him staring. Or during training, you would notice that he would coincidentally become your partner in a lot of combat drills. You would always brush this off as him trying to make you feel welcomed as the new girl but there were other times that you were so sure he was trying to send a message. One time when you were walking back from the kitchen to your dorm when you ran into him. The conversation wasn’t anything remarkable but, you could feel like he was trying to make conversation out of nothing; like he wanted to keep you in his presence longer. Finally, when you finish the rough draft of your essay, you give yourself a pat on the back feeling quite happy. You close your laptop and go to grab your math textbook and the three pages of unsolved equations. As you got off the bed you could feel how sore your muscles were, it was as if you could feel every single muscle in your body pulling as you stretched. You lay back down on your stomach and start the first problem but you were passed out onto the book before you could start problem 4. 

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was a drool stain on your book which you tried to wipe away. You grabbed your phone to see what time it was only to discover you were asleep for a little over 2 hours. It was 11:00 pm and your stomach was hurting from how hungry you were. You sat up on your bed and threw your old tee shirt off and grabbed a fresh one. After putting on some sweatpants and a pair of socks, you make your way to the kitchen. It must have been a tough week because the entire dormitory was silent. Other than a few T.V.s or radios playing from some student’s rooms you could hear a pin drop. You start to rummage through different cupboards and the fridge, not really finding anything. You grab a diet coke and continue looking. 

“I brought you back some-” Deku started but was interrupted by you practically jumping 5 feet in the air. 

“Holy shit Deku you scared the crap out of me,” you said, grabbing your heart to check if it was still in your chest. 

“Sorry I just wanted to tell you that I brought you some take-out,” he said, going into the fridge and pulling out two containers. 

“Thank you, here let me grab my wallet,” you said, setting the food on the counter. 

“No, don't worry about it,” he said. 

“Well.. thank you. I would have eaten something instant,” you said, putting one of the containers in the microwave. 

It was moments like these where you got mixed singles. He could have left a note, knocked on your door, or even texted you to let you know that he got you food. It seemed like he was waiting for you, to be able to talk to you in person. It was so refreshing to be around a guy like Izuku. He was just so genuine and you could tell he was never trying to act cool or tough. Which was how most boys in your class acted. He was just so sweet and kind but still could be powerful and forward when he needed to be. It was just so awkward because imagine confessing your feelings to someone who doesn’t feel the same way AND having to live with that person after. The idea of that seemed less than pleasant to you. 

“It’s no problem, I’ve forgotten to eat when I’m studying. Even worse after really intense training, makes my stomach feel like it’s eating itself,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” you said.

“So I know you’re new and I heard overheard that your quirk has to do with sleep. Instead of assuming I thought I’d just ask you personally what exactly it is,” Deku said.

“I can travel into people’s dreams and talk to their subconscious,” you said, taking the food out of the microwave. 

“Oh okay, so Are you planning on working at Midnight’s agency once you get certified?” he asked.

“Yeah, hopefully, because our quirks work so well together she’ll pick me as one of her sidekicks. I think it would be cool to have a costume made by her stylist, she always looks so cool,” you giggled then blowing on your food to help cool it down. 

“Yeah you would look great,” he said probably before he really thought about it. When you looked up he had a deep red blush painted across his freckles. 

“Am I- or like, I thought you and Uraraka were dating,” you said, putting a lid on the food. 

“What? No, we’re not together and I just-” he started. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry or anything,” you said. 

“No, it’s okay but why do you ask?” he asked. 

“I was just asking, sorry I know it was random. Thank you again for the food,” you said walking back to your dorm. 

You felt like such a coward, you were just thinking to yourself how you were getting tired of not knowing how he felt. That was the perfect opportunity to ask him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not to mention that you were juggling a lot and would adding a guy to that really be helping things? Probably not but you couldn’t help how you feel. You sat on your bed and started picking at the food, it upset you that you didn’t have the courage to ask him if he liked you. You started considering if you should dream walk. Normally you wouldn’t go into someone’s dreams to pry into their subconscious but you felt like you were in between a rock and a hard place. At least if the answer was no, it wouldn’t be awkward from day to day seeing him in class and in the common areas. Obviously, Uraraka had a thing for him and you didn’t want to cause any drama or anything but at the same time if she seriously wanted Izuku she would have had him by now. You set the food on your desk and took a shower, you were still considering whether to carry out your plan or not. You turn the water to be as scolding as your skin could take, using your fingernails to really scrub the shampoo into your scalp. After rinsing, you change into some comfortable clothes and begin to start setting up your room. You don’t need candles to enter a person’s dream but you notice that it helps keep you more focused and to stay for longer periods of time. Arranging the candles into a circle and sitting in the middle, you finally began. You closed your eyes and started focusing on whose dream you wanted to enter: Izuku’s.

It was dark at first but then you could see visions of his dreams. Most people assume it’s only one dream a person has at night but it’s actually a collection of different events in your life that your brain jumps back and forth from. Taking out pieces and allowing your imagination to reconstruct those pieces. For example: if you ever dreamed that you were hanging with friends then suddenly you were at school or work. That’s your brain jumping back and forth from dream to dream. You could see in the center of the pitch-black space was Izuku sleeping in his bed, snoring away. You hold back a small chuckle before looking above him and seeing his dreams. He had a couple of different scenarios, one of him fighting a nameless villain, most likely caused by how much he was training. One of him at what you assumed to be his mother’s house, eating at the dining room table. The next one took your breath away, it was you while you were battling Momo during a combat drill. You expanded the dream, looking at all the different scenarios of yourself. In one of them, I could see him at his desk, drawing a character page about you. When he flipped the page over, he was drawing what he imagined your room to look like. This warmed your heart, it was just so sweet. There was one more scenario of you sitting at the lunch table with a couple of your friends. You were really excited to know that you were right, that he did like you. After exiting his dream and returning back to your room, you blow out the candles. Letting the wax solidify a bit before putting it away. By this time the sun was starting to rise and you were utterly exhausted. 

Your hair was somewhat dry and the dark circles under your eyes were extremely puffy. Even though you were so disheveled and tired, you couldn’t help but be thrilled about knowing Izuku liked you back. Or at least thought about you at the very least. Right as you were about to lay down, there was a knock at your door. You throw your hair into a quick bun before opening the door. Your face burns a vibrant red when you see that it’s Izuku. His hair was messy, more so than usual. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his sweatpants hung low, showing his boxers. His eyes were squinty and his brow furrowed. 

“Did you go into my dreams last night?” he asks with a raspy voice, leaving you completely speechless.

#fluff fanfiction #fanfic writing #short fanfic #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #my hero academia #ochako uraraka #deku x y/n #mha oc #boku no hero acedamia #my hero acedamia fanfic #deku midoriya #midoriya x reader #mha x reader #izuku x you #izuku x y/n

[blinkyblinding]

Izuku Headcannons

—————————————————————————

boyfriend!izuku x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: just a lot of loving actions if u think of anything lemme know

—————————————————————————

i think izuku with a significant other would be so cute. at first he would be shy, of course. however, i think once sometime has passed and you both have navigated each-others boundaries… he’s so dotting.

he always thought you were cute and sweet. thats how he saw you. now that he feel comfortable to express it? oh boy, does he express it.

expect the most obvious loving glances. theyre almost teasing in a sense like his eyes are saying “i love you and i KNOW you love me too and i’m probably annoying you right now but that doesn’t matter because you love it”.

just like that.

always wants to get you things. he just does.

you like sweets? he has to fight the urge to get you everything he sees.

you like spicy food? same thing.

especially when you guys get into an argument or just take some space. he fights every thought in his head about getting you something.

he caves.

he got it and now he’s giving it to you, despite your protests about him buying you things.

he loves how content you look. its actually his favorite thing in the world. makes him so warm to watch you be content. even if its not obvious that you are happy, he knows. he always knows.

i also head canon cute aggression. he just gets so much energy when your happy, content, relaxed around him. he just doesn’t nt know what to do with himself but he cant help but want to make you happier.

the cycle repeats.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #bnha izuku #mha x reader #izuku midoriya headcanons #izuku headcanons #mha headcanons #mha izuku #mha x you #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x y/n #mha x oc #bnha x y/n #bnha headcannons #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x male reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader

[kajinovaa]

Commission for AllenPawz on twitter, of their oc Tyson taking a selfie with Deku :>

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #izuku #midoriya #deku #deku x oc #izuku x oc #commission art

[izvmimi]

cw: atla au. fem!reader and a named female oc are both pro benders. fighting-focused without overt graphic descriptions. a/n: the pro-bending here is not exactly the same as in lok, i've taken a lot of liberties. this part focuses a lot on reader's friend to set the stage but a subsequent part will be more about reader.

Pro-bending is a terrible use of your time, and yet you’re here, checking the straps of your helmet and making sure the oversized gourd that hangs between your shoulder blades is well-affixed to your person. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirrors placed along the wall as you move through the lockers to find your friend and shake your head. Ridiculous.

When you finally find your friend, she’s still finagling with her wristguards and you can see a small cloud of steam leave her nostrils as she breathes out sharply in a huff. She’s both frustrated and shaking with anticipation, and yet she doesn’t look as ridiculous as you feel you do in her own gear.

“Don’t burn down the locker room, Nova,” you tease, moving closer to help with the straps. Her left hand shakes a little as you secure them, and she sighs. You pretend to duck and the sigh shifts to a pout.

“Stop making fun of me!”

“Stop making it easy and I won’t.”

She rolls her eyes, but her typical cheer returns shortly as she jumps up from her bench and puts her hands up into fists.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!” she says, and giving herself a wide berth from you showcases one of her winning combos, a jab-hook and roundhouse kick, flames ablaze and disappearing as quickly as they appear.

You also cannot believe you’re doing this and twist your mouth to the side, but Nova is extremely convincing when she wants to be, and you’ve been her sparring partner for long enough that it wouldn’t make sense to let her go into this venture alone. You’re not as good as her, but you’ve been decent at your amateur club, and your mentor has pushed for you to show up together.

“Can’t wait to lose the first match,” you start, making your way out of the locker room. You can feel the water in your gourd sloshing away with every step and wonder if you overfilled it. In truth, however, you can never have too much water, anyone from a Water nation tribe knows this, even if your ancestry is what one would call dilute.

“You say this every time and have your opponent begging for mercy.”

You roll your eyes. This time will be different, you can sense it, and you tell her just that.

“This is the rookie contest. They can’t be that good.” Nova says. She’s moving up to the main arena faster now, her legs carrying her closer and closer to the promise of glory, and you have to take longer strides to catch up to her. The two of you end up spilling into one of the openings, where there is still a match taking place, and from the look and sound of it, reaching its final stage. Nova is easily transfixed, while you lead her by the shoulders to a spot to sit down that’s a few bleachers up, almost tripping over a step when she stops suddenly and you slam into her.

“Nova!”

“God, did you see that?”

You didn’t see it, but when you turn, there appears to be a repeat exciting move, a fire bender who blasts off into the air and appears to dive back down in a cyclone of fire. You frown, wondering why that’s legal, and wince as he makes impact with the air bender who’s decided to protect themselves in a ball of wind energy. It doesn’t work – the impact multiplies and the whole pit seems to erupt in blinding light; and then it recedes, and there’s one clear victor. 

The blonde-haired firebender isn’t even panting when he’s announced victory and you grimace while Nova holds onto your arm, clearly smitten. It’s unsurprising, because even you can tell he’s conventionally attractive, and knows so, tall and athletically built with sharp crimson eyes and a cocky grin flashed at the crowd. You eye the opponent’s injuries which seem mild, although he seems clearly dazed, and you realize that the gloating young man is particularly skilled, if he’s able to minimize injury in such a powerful blow.

That being said, you won’t let go of an opportunity to tease your friend. “Stop slobbering and get ready for your match,” you remind her, before patting her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you wipe the floor with them.”

Nova’s grin is wide and she promises to make you and herself proud.

You find a seat quickly near the bleachers while the arena is cleared and you watch Nova shrug her shoulders and roll her neck as a woman is placed before her. A waterbender like you, but her rain of hailstones is not particularly impressive, and Nova clears them quickly into rain and then steam before they touch her with flames fanning towards the sky. You lean forward, watching carefully for any identifying features. You should have studied who exactly was in the scene and who was famous before you got here, but it would only have stressed you out more.

Nova completes the match quickly with a ring out. It’s more merciful than her predecessor but the opponent has a similar dazed expression on their face by the end of the match. Nova comes out quickly and waves at you excitedly, glee on her face.

It’s your turn next.

Your first match is easy, thankfully, your opponent, a particularly agitated airbender whose bursts of air pressure are easily dodged or deflected with your water used as a fortified shield. He loses when he slips on a patch of ice right out of the ring, too slow and surprised to suspend himself in the air. The crowd laughs, and you feel a little bad, a sheepish expression on your face.

You clear the arena quickly, your heart pounding from the exhilaration of the fight, and Nova gives you a high five. Another match takes about ten minutes to end, and you’re barely paying attention to the two earthbenders throwing rocks at each other in a manner akin to apes, still trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves before your next match. You control your breathing. Across the lowest rung of the bleachers where you sit, you can see the blonde from earlier staring directly in your direction, and then you realize he is staring really at your friend, and look at the match rundown on the projector. Two and two add up.

“Nova, your next opponent is the guy from earlier. Bakugou.”

Nova blinks then leans in closer.

“Which guy?”

You press your lips in a thin line. "Mr. Hot and Sexy.”

Her eyes widen, and it almost irritates you that the designation helped. You try to point discreetly in the correct direction, and he’s still staring with red, practically glowing eyes at her, as though trying to mildly intimidate but not threaten her. Nova stares back just as fiercely, and you’re thankful that at least she won’t let a boy win just because he’s cute.

You do notice besides him, there’s another pro bender who’s staring at the match that is in no way interesting far too intensely, leaned so far forward he might as well fall off his chair and once you squint closer, you realize he has a notepad before him and is scribbling something quickly. Just from the way his pen moves, you figure his handwriting is messy and disorganized, but his green eyes are bright and clearly intelligent. His shoulders are broad, not unlike the young man next to him, but he seems just a bit wider and more relaxed. Gentle even, like the dark-green curls of his hair, like he’d much rather give you a hug than lay a finger on you. 

And yet, he’s here.

“Nova, don’t you dare lose to him,” you warn her when it’s her turn to go up. She bumps fists with you, grinning, and you see Bakugou do the same as they both approach the arena from the stair-rails.

They acknowledge each other and you find your hand tensing up around the water gourd now sitting in your lap for comfort.

It’s for good reason, because their first bout is fierce to say the least. Nova’s flames are fast and many, and Bakugou responds to each with a dodge or even fiercer fire. At some point, your jaw drops as he practically inhales a blast, then returns it larger, and more focused, and for a moment you wonder one, if the referee has vetted that move, or two, if he’s a combustion bender in addition to simple fire bending, given that the blast, when dodged, practically destroys a corner of the arena. Nova, a little startled, propels herself to one side of the arena, then looks at the destruction, then back at Bakugou. Sweat beads visibly on her forehead.

“Is that all you got?!” Bakugou taunts. Nova grits her teeth, and then she’s back at him, a running start into a fire-filled windmill kick her next attack. Bakugou dodges, then his hand closes around her ankle which makes you gasp, and a throw nearly gets her out of the ring in an uncontrolled somersault that stops just short of the edge of the platform.

She’s back up and at him yet again in a second, and the crowd, also holding their breath, cheers loudly. Fists ablaze, she punches, one after the other, many of which are dodged, but the last one he has to block with a cross of his arms before his face, and he’s pushed back. Revitalized, Nova kicks one more time but she’s tripped suddenly, and in seconds falls flat on the ground, staring at the ceiling. 

You watch in shock as he takes the immediate opportunity to pin her down, and one blast that is a bit more than fire charges from the palm of his hand, but then before the referee can blow their whistle, he slams into the ground next to her head.

“You’re done,” he mouths. Nova looks shocked, biting her lower lip in anger rather than concede an embarrassing defeat. 

The referee ends the match and the crowd claps, giving a standing ovation to both for their fight. You stand too and clap enthusiastically, even though Nova looks both flustered and angry by the time she makes it back to you after being checked out for injuries. 

“This is so embarrassing,” she murmurs under her breath, twirling a lock of her hair. You offer her a reassuring smile.

“You did a good job.”

She sighs and takes your gourd from you and puts it in her own lap, tapping nervously at the sides. She doesn’t seem too banged up so you’re thankful.

“You’re fighting someone named Midoriya next,” she says now, after glancing at the updated projector. Your faces aren’t displayed against the projector. 

You take a deep breath, then take your gourd back from her gently. 

“If I get my ass beat too it’s fine, as long as it’s fast. Then we can both go home.”

Nova pouts and she’s so puppy-like you find yourself stifling a laugh.

“Fine, I”ll try.”

A few more moments pass, and you’re called to the arena.

The curly haired man with Bakugou looks at you and smiles, an action that disarms you, before he prepares to face you too.

#bakugou katsuki x oc #izuku x reader #bakugou x oc #izuku midoriya x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

[athynathens]

── : 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 ❧

surprise, princess

in which you got surprised with your husband’s appearance on set. pro hero! bakugo katsuki x actress! you/reader

#bakugo katuski #mha oc #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #pro hero bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero x reader #smut #maturity #anime #anime and manga #kirishima eijirou #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #ochako uraraka #denki kaminari #sero hanta #tokayami #tsuyu asui

[jase-is-ace]

They are best friends. Trust me 🙏

#jase doodles #seven #izuku #izuku midoriya #hattori nara #mha #mha oc #deku x oc #deku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #oc x canon

[honey-words]

spider boy secrets — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: after almost a week of avoiding you left and right, you finally run into midoriya on campus. After some convincing, he finally tells you what he’s been up to as spider-man, and why he’s been so adamant about avoiding you. [part 3/5 - series masterlist]

wc: 1.6k

author’s note: the mystery is revealed, the suspense is over!! or is it :0 

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Midoriya in person. 

If it weren’t for the fact that you can hear him come home every night and the fact that he has been sending the odd text or two, you would’ve called the police and led a search party yourself.

He’s never avoided you before. Because that is what he’s doing, after all. Avoiding you. No matter how you look at it. 

His texts are assurances that he’s okay, and he occasionally sends an upside-down selfie. But he’s wearing his mask in every single one, and you can’t tell if he’s just being coy or if he’s hiding a bruised-up face behind the mask. 

You receive one that morning just before you leave for class, and you can’t help but smile. It looks like it's from the night before, and you don’t recognize where he is exactly. You snap a quick picture of Moony napping on the couch and send it to him as you leave your apartment, avoiding your gaze on his door just a few feet away. 

You get to class early and continue with what you’ve been doing since Midoriya started avoiding you—investigating. There isn’t much to you; you go to class, you come home, and occasionally you attend club activities on campus or meet up with a friend to study. 

There hasn’t been any obvious overlap between the two of you, aside from knowing his giant secret and being his neighbor. You aren’t in the same social circles, major, department, or anything.  But you do frequent the same libraries. 

Which he hasn’t been doing for the past week—you noticed that right away. Even though you can usually count on him to be there before you and save you a spot, in the back near the giant window he likes to stare out of when he gets fed up with his chemistry homework. 

After the lecture, you follow your biology professor to his office in the building over, making idle small talk before jumping into your questions on topics covered in class. You don’t stay for very long, and it’s on your way out of his office and the building that you spot him. 

Midoriya is sitting against a wall, really crouching as though to make himself as small as possible, nearly hidden thanks to the crevice the water fountain creates in the corner. You freeze, afraid he’s already heard you, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet. He’s leaning forward as much as he can to avoid being spotted on the other side of the corner, listening. 

You take a few steps forward and strain to listen. You don’t recognize the professor’s voice, but he sounds nervous. A few words do register even from where you’re standing— “not ready yet,” “still need to test,” and you swear you hear the word “spider,” but that could just be because you’ve finally spotted the little shi—

Midoriya suddenly scrambles to his feet from underneath the water fountain and heads straight towards you. Stifling a gasp, you’re so surprised at how quickly he loops an arm through yours and ushers you down the hallway you don’t even try to say anything. You both hurry down the hall into the stairwell, and he makes sure to softly close the door behind him. 

You hear muffled sounds of footsteps walking right by the door. Whoever was talking was headed straight towards the both of you. 

“Who was that?” you whispered, even though the stairwell was visibly empty, and Midoriya was still holding you close to his side. He gently tugged you along down the stairs, glancing behind you as he did. 

“Nobody,” he says as you both leave the building, still glancing around as you walk out the doors. “So, how’ve you been?”

You tug your arm loose as you both stop in front of a shady bench by the building you just fled from, narrowing your eyes at him. “Cut the bullshit, Midoriya,” you said. “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week, and now you’re deflecting. Who were you spying on?”

“Y/N, I can’t—”

“Do you seriously think I’d tell someone?”

“I don’t want to risk putting you in danger,” he sighed. “Of course I don’t think you’d tell anyone. I just…knowing anything about what I get up to when I wear the suit could put you in danger.” he’s still avoiding your gaze. 

“Is it someone I know? Is that why?” He shakes his head a little too quickly. 

“Midoriya. I will stand here and list every single person I know on this campus. You can’t lie to me, and you can’t keep avoiding me. And if I know them, then that means I can help you.” You clear your throat, mind scrambling. Can you even name everyone?

He waves his hands frantically at you, eyes wide, and you don’t get the chance to even attempt anything. “It’s Professor Kyudai. I was eavesdropping on him.”

You frown, crossing your arms. “Who?”

Midoriya furrows his eyebrows as he slowly meets your gaze. “Kyudai? The chair of the molecular and cell biology department?”

You shake your head. “Why do you think I know who he is?”

Midoriya looks as confused as you feel. “You’re listed as an undergraduate research assistant on his webpage.”

“I am?”

Midoriya moves to sit on the bench you’ve both been standing in front of, and you move to sit next to him. He pulled up the page on his phone surprisingly fast, and you see your legal name listed there, alongside two others and Professor Kyudai’s, and a brief description of some research study you’ve never even heard of. 

You stared at the name on the webpage, and you remember a mixup that happened your second year after you had already declared your major. You’d received the wrong email for the wrong Y/N, who’d declared as a molecular and cellular biology major—something you had certainly never done. And how the poor advisor had apologized profusely for the mixup and had asked if you didn’t happen to know this other person. 

You can’t help but laugh, quick to cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your giggles at the absurdity of this situation. Midoriya still looks confused, which makes you laugh harder. 

“That isn’t me,” you explained. “I’m not even a STEM major, Midoriya.”

He slouches forward and puts his face in his hands, in relief or surprise, you’re not sure. 

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” you laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

He nodded, still hiding his face in his hands. “I was so nervous I was going to have to arrest you or something.”

“Arrest?” you whispered, scooting closer to him even though there was no one within earshot of either of you. You nudge his knee with your own until he looks up at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, you need to fill me in on what the hell you’ve been up to, spider boy.”

Eventually, after a lot of convincing, he does. 

“Kyudai has been dabbling in some… illegal activities,” he said, scratching Moony behind her ears and smiling at how loudly she purrs in response. You’re both back in your apartment, and the second Midoriya stepped inside Moony has not left his side. You’re a little peeved with her—when you come home she only meows at you before going back to grooming herself or staring at the birds out the window. 

“He’s been doing some research on the side for some sketchy people, using funds he shouldn’t be using. I don’t know exactly what he’s up to yet, but I know other professors might be in on it, too. I think he’s threatening them.”

“What about research assistants?” you asked. “Are they being threatened, too?” You did recognize one of the other names on the list, besides your name twin’s, that is. 

He shrugged and explained he didn’t know how deeply involved they were. From what he can tell and what he’s witnessed for himself, the three assistants have been running most of his actual research for the past month. 

No one has formally reported Kyudai—Midoriya only noticed because he’d been at the right place at the right time, as both himself and as Spider-Man. 

“I was watching a building by the docks one night, just patrolling, and I saw a university truck,” he continued. “Kyudai was driving. I watched him trade some vials for some briefcases I can only assume were filled with cash. The guys who took it, I turned them in a week later to the police. They were messed up, high on something I’ve never seen before. I almost broke my arm that night.”  

And the day after turning them in, his biology professor hadn’t shown up for class. 

“He’s my mentor,” Midoriya explained, voice quavering a little. “I was his research assistant last summer, and I’m supposed to help him launch a new program next semester. I see him every week for office hours. I know he wouldn’t just leave.”

Professor Yagi, it turns out, is Kyudai’s lab neighbor, and Midoriya suspects he was poking around and asking too many questions. And Kyudai got rid of him somehow. 

“Even though I recorded Kyudai making the exchange, it’s not enough yet to arrest him,” Midoriya said. “I’ve been looking for Professor Yagi, tracking Kyudai. I knew you’d want to help, but because I thought you were already connected to the situation, I thought it’d be too dangerous.” 

 You stay silent for a few seconds, mind racing. “Thank you for trusting me,” you said softly, smiling when he met your gaze. “I think I can help you out.”

taglist: @yoonights @justxiao @dekuloveshotcheetos @nohnon @koreluvsspring (to be added leave a comment!)

masterlist

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x you #mha x reader #bnha x you #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x oc #spiderman deku #bnha fanfiction #spiderdeku

[mj-102009]

Unnecessary Backup (Midoriya Izuku x oc)

Rose

I tore along the rooftops in glee, my lungs took in as much air as possible to keep me up. It was nearing the witching hour, in the slums of Japan that meant trouble was close and as far as I was aware, I was the only one with the balls to come down here, only one willing to get her hands dirty.

Stopping on my usual spot, I sat on a ledge and sighed, readjusting my mask. Below me, very few cars would go by and even fewer people, most of which were doing their best to walk. I helped around when I could, donated to fundraisers, made food to give out, and brought kids who needed medical attention to the hospital, but it was never enough. I’ve received thousands of emails from Aizawa telling me about a missing persons case, an assault, or just a family in need of help. Of course I try my best but there are thousands and I’m just one person.

Mr. Grumpy: South tunnel, four men, I’ve sent someone down there but just be on watch if possible

Me: Copy that

The south tunnel was only a block away, I made quick time in racing down there and hiding in the cover of the shadows.

“Listen kids, we’re not here to hurt you, just give us the bag and we can all go home,” A soft gravelly voice whispered, followed by some low chuckles.

I peaked around the corner, a boy, maybe 13, was only inches away from several men with his back turned, in his arms was a girl with shaking shoulders. From his posture and the way he clung to her, I knew he was scared. My eyes darkened when I saw the confirming glare of a knife, this could get messy.

Wait for Aizawa’s backup or step in?

Screw it-

I’d just made the decision to walk into the fight when a bright flash of green blocked me, I stumbled back and quickly balanced myself with a swear. 

“WHO THE FU-”

“ITS DEK-”

I heard a series of grunts, my eyes widened and I looked in the tunnel. A tall man, about 5 '9, maybe 5' 10, with dark green hair and a green hero suit, I recognised him instantly.

Fucking Aizawa, this bitch gonna compromise my whole mission.

“Hey there kiddos!” He chirped, bouncing over to the kids and kneeling down. “Anyone hurt?”

The boy rapidly shook his head, staring at the hero with stars in his eyes, the girl had the same look but with a smile. I exhaled and began to pull out my phone to message Aizawa.

“Aye dare’ Mista’ ‘ero man.” (pronounced exactly as written)

I frowned deeply at the voice, just about to turn and look again. 

“Stay back-” He was cut off with a gasp of pain as a knife found home in his abdomen.

My turn.

I whipped around the corner with a grin, my eyes darted around the scene, the kids were backed up behind Deku, he was trying to stay up and keep them safe. Idiot. The man was standing with a grim look as the blood ran down his blade.

“Numba’ one ‘ero and ya can’t keep…” He trailed off as he noticed my swiftly approaching figure. “Who the fuck-”

I pulled back my fist and let it sail with a faint whistle in the air, he flew back a good five feet coiling up into a ball, nose most likely broken. The children shrieked in fear, the hero did his best to drop into a fighting stance.

“Who are you?” He croaked.

I smiled. “Question of the day isn’t it?”

He tripped on himself in an attempt to attack me, yet I ended up having to catch him gently with a chuckle, his eyes slowly fluttering closed. “Rest Hero, I mean you no harm.”

The children watched me curiously as I laid him down gently, not threatened but simply watching me. I surveyed the area then took down my hood revealing a soft smile and warm gray eyes. “Hello.”

The boy’s breath hitched. “You’re Her,” he whispered awestruck.

I chuckled and held a finger to my lips. “Careful,” I stood up. “C’mon, we gotta get you and broccoli over here safe.”

Aizawa came quickly, dressed in his usual attire, he took in the sight with a sigh. I had a strip of cloth tied firmly against the hero’s wound effectively keeping him stable, the children wrapped under my cloak, I grinned at him under my mask.

“Hiya.”

He lightly hit me on the back of the head for that. “We need to get him-”

“No,” I hummed lightly. “You need to get those two to a safe place, I’ll handle the  hero.”

I saw the hesitation on his face. “I trust you Rose, but we’re talking about our best hero, this could bring up some speculation.”

“Then I’ll lay low until it dies down, but right now I’m far more concerned with getting this stitched,” I gestured to his wound. “Trust that I won’t hurt him.”

After brief consideration, he turned to the kids and began ushering them out of the tunnel. I nodded to him once and turned to the hero with a sigh. 

“Well, just you and me for the moment.”

My car would make it fairly easy to move him, the hard part was staying out of sight. I had no time to exhale once we entered my apartment, quickly setting (dragging) him on my table and rushing to get my med kit.

I’d used my cloak to keep the blood down, I’d had it made for situations like this, and for the time being it was helping but that rather deep cut would be troublesome if not treated. 

Quickly and skillfully, I disinfected everything necessary and pulled back my hair. The wound was about two inches long and deep enough to keep an oozing blood flow. I moved the cloth and quickly applied pressure to the wound. The hero subconsciously bucked his hips under my hold. I moved to push him down, whispering apologies as I lightly straddled his hips. I moved fast, holding the gash closed and snatching up the prepared needle. 

“Don’t activate your quirk, please… Mr. Pro-hero?” I whispered not looking up.

The needle gently slid into his skin, no green sparks, I took that as an okay to continue. I finished the stitches with a tie, slowly getting off him and moving to get antiseptic.

Mr. Grumpy: All good?

Me: He’s alive

Me: Hospital?

Mr. Grumpy: Not now, your cover

 could get blown

Me: Copy that

Deku

I’m on a couch.

That was my first thought waking up, my next one was concern for those children I’d rescued.

Wait.

I remember a figure in black, they stopped that man from hurting me further than he had. My hands were on my abdomen before I could fully register that I’d been stabbed.

Goddamnit, Kacchan’s gonna kill me.

A well wrapped white bandage was around my waist, upon closer inspection I realized someone had stitched me up.

I took this time to study my surroundings. It was a beautiful studio apartment, all organized and tidy, even the colors match, mostly gray and black but in picture frames and books there was a splash of color.

Who brought me here?

“Water?”

I jumped at the voice, nearly activating All for One, gazing at me confused, was a girl. She was rather short with long brown hair tied back into a braid, the first thing I noticed however was her mask. It was a simple black cloth, tied behind her head only covering her mouth, yet I could see her non-threatening, almost welcoming expression in her eyes.

“Um…” I continued to stare.

“Sorry,” She said, blinking innocently. “Does the cut hurt? I have painkillers if it does.”

I blinked at her then nodded slowly. “Yes, please, that would be great.”

She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a pill bottle, then walked over to him with a glass of water. Then sat on an armchair across from me. “Number One hero should be more careful down in the slums.”

“Well usually I know what I’m dealing with,” Something about this girl's alluring demeanor made me want to tell her everything. 

“Aizawa didn’t tell you?” She hummed casually.

I paused and looked at her again. “Sorry, who are you?”

She tilted her head at him. “Oh! Forgot to introduce myself, I’m Rosemary.”

The name fit her well. “How do you know Aizawa?”

“We work together,” Rosemary told me. “He tells me where to go and I help the people there.”

My eyes widened. “You’re the girl everyone reports to be saving people in the slums.”

She nodded. “That would be me.”

I struggled to sit up. “You could be a hero! Why are you down here when you could be-”

“No thank you,” Rosemary hummed. “I’ve done so much more down here than any of you have ever given the effort to do, these people depend on me.” I snapped my mouth shut and pouted, she chuckled warmly and stood. “I’ll call Aizawa to pick you up.”

I nodded and she retreated into a bedroom.

Rosemary

“Hey,” I said into the receiver.

Aizawa hummed a greeting into the phone. “Is he okay?”

I peaked around the door at the hero, he was happily drinking his water muttering to himself. “I believe so, well enough to get back to wherever need be.”

“And he’s okay with…you?”

My eyebrows furrowed and I shut my door leaning against the wall. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated. “Your profession.”

“Oh,” I realized. “Well the first thing he did was beg me to be a hero but other than that he hasn’t called the police yet.”

“Ask him when he’s able to leave.”

“Copy that,” I hung up and turned out the door.

The hero turned to me with a question already on his lips. “What did-”

“He’d like to know if you’re well enough to leave,” I cut him off, not in a rude tone, just polite and quiet. I wanted him out of my apartment as soon as possible.

He blinked at me before nodding slowly. “But-”

“Would you like me to have him pick you up?”

“Sure, just-”

I pulled out my phone and shot him a text. “I’ll notify him no-”

“Would you stop that?” His tone was gentle but annoyed.

Slowly I nodded. “What would you like to ask?”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Rose,” I said honestly.

“Why did you save me?”

“You were hurt.”

“How did you meet Aizawa?”

“He helped me save a family from a burning building.”

“What’s your quirk?”

I rocked back on my heels with a bashful look. “I, uh, I don’t have one.”

He looked at me in confusion then awe crept into his gaze. “You don’t have a quirk?”

“Nope,” I shook my head.

“And you do all this?”

“Mhm,” I push back my hair and step into the kitchen. “Anything else?”

He shook his head.

Mr. Grumpy: I’m outside, cover him up with a blanket or something.

I tossed him a black blanket which he quickly caught. “Aizawa’s waiting.”

I walked him out to a black car where two men leaned against the door. Aizawa and-

“Kaccha- I mean- Pro-hero Dynamight!” Deku chirped, bounding over to the car.

I chuckled and crossed my arms standing off to the side as he limped over, the blonde’s eyes went from annoyed to concerned very quickly. Aizawa nodded at me and I went to turn around.

“Wait!” Deku called, he loosely grabbed my wrist and I turned around with a confused look.

“Yes?”

“I-uh-just wanted to thank you,” He said, rocking back on his heels, Dynamite and Aizawa exchanged looks. 

I blinked several times before smiling under my mask and holding out my hand for him to shake. “Any time, pleasure to meet you, Deku.”

He blushed furiously and shook my hand, I watched as he limped back over to the car. Aizawa walked over to me and handed me my blanket. 

“I can’t thank you enough, Rose,” He sighed.

I folded the cloth over my arm with a shrug. “Least I could do, are the kids okay?”

He nodded. “Turned them into safer hands, good work by the way, two more off the streets.”

“Mhm,” Before he could walk away I spoke up. “I very much appreciate you sending heroes to help but next time maybe prepare him at least a little bit?”

He nodded solemnly. “I’ll be sure to teach him a bit more on what to expect. They’re usually expecting quirks and not knives.”

“Well it nearly cost him his life,” I told him, not condescending, just informative. “Be careful.”

“Will do.”

I scaled down the walls without a sound, the two men shouted and charged toward my swiftly approaching figure. 

“WATCH HE-” He was cut off by my hard right hook, the other dropped his gun to the ground and fell to his knees.

“Giving up so easily?” I said amused, yet alert.

He shrugged and met me with a firm glare. “What’s the point in trying?”

I studied his expression but he never faltered from his cocky gaze. “Suit yourself,” His face finally changed as he grinned when I grabbed his wrist.

Pain struck through me and I clutched my hand with a muffled scream. The man chuckled darkly and stood over my trembling form, his eyes crazed as my veins filled with poison and my mind went numb.

“The fuck did you do to me?” I hissed, voice rough with agony. 

“My quirk, it fills those who touch my skin with heart stopping poison,” He gripped my hair. “I’m sure you feel like your being torn from the inside out right-”

A burst of green light erupted from behind him and I watched as a glowing figure grabbed the back of his neck and threw him back. I collapsed back down with a yell.

The man fell into a heap of gray and black and Deku proceeded to dash toward me.

“Rose?” He panicked. I groaned in response, he was fast to drag me up and prop me against the wall. My skin was quickly paling and my head sagged on my neck. “You need a hospital now,” He reached for me and I allowed him to carry me bridal style. “What did he do?”

“Poison,” I mumbled. “Wait…need to take ‘em in,” I tried to move but quickly found that my body was in paralyzing pain.

He shook his head. “I already called Aizawa.”

‘He did?’ I thought. ‘When?’

I looked up at him and found that we were already in a white building. 

‘How did we get to Might Tower?’ I thought. ‘I could swear we were just in an alley?’

“Recovery Girl!” Deku shouted, bringing attention to my limp form.

She hobbled over, took one look at me, then suddenly I was in a bed with people in white lab coats poking me with needles.

“C’mon…Hun…losing…with me…Rosemary!”

I didn’t wake up for another week.

I tried to sit up but the thousands of needles in my arms were holding me down. My frustration only grew and I kicked my feet. A nurse from outside poked her head in and frowned at me. 

“Hey!” She scolded and came to my side, gently holding me down. “You need those, Miss.”

I opened my mouth to argue but a tube was cutting off my words and doing my breathing for me. She reached over to me and pressed a button. “Easy, Miss. Your doctor should come in soon.”

True to her words a few minutes went by and a tall woman with black hair walked in and started firing off yes or no questions.

“Good, I’ll have Recovery Girl come in and give you a quick final check up before we get some of those IV’s out,” She turned to leave before turning around with an ‘Oh!’ “Mr. Deku asked to be notified when you woke up so I’m sure he’ll be around.”

I nodded and looked at my phone. 

Mr. Grumpy: Just sent Deku down to you.

Mr. Grumpy: Copy?

Mr. Grumpy: Rose

Mr. Grumpy: Deku just called for backup I swear if either one of you die I’ll make you clean my house for months

Mr. Grumpy: I’ll be having Dynamight and Deku take over for you until you’re well. Call when you can, please get better.

Recovery Girl was the next to come in, she smiled at me and asked more questions.

As she unhooked me from my ropes of plastic we chatted quietly to get my voice up. “Ya know that boy of yours was nearly attached to your hip this whole time.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

She glanced at my confused expression. “Deku, he was so worried I thought he would burst.”

“Ohhhhh,” I nod. “Yeah Aizawa’s sent us on quite a few missions together recently.”

She smiled. “Have you texted either of them yet?”

“No, I thought I’d be better to wait until I don’t look like-”

“-Shit?” Deku finished leaning on the door frame. “S’not that bad.”

I didn’t take my eyes off him as he took like my face without the mask, I wiggled and Recovery Girl whispered out a scold. The black piece of cloth wasn’t in the room and it was making me feel enclosed.

“Alright,” She hummed, rubbing my wrist on the spot she had just pecked. “You should be poison free, no notes other than start wearing gloves.”

“Will do,” I smiled softly as she hobbled past Deku.

“Hi,” He said, walking fully into the room.

“Hello,” I greeted.

It was silent for a moment. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much.”

“Okay.”

Another long silence, I broke eye contact. “I apologize for the trouble I may have caused you during my time unconscious, I should have-”

“Rose,” He stopped me walking to look down on me. “You don’t have to apologize for being injured, I was just repaying the favor.”

“Okay,” I smiled down to my lap and fiddled with my nails.

“Hey Rose?”

“Hm?”

“Would you-” He cleared my throat and I giggled at his high squeak. “Sorry- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like dinner? Or lunch is fine- even breakfast!”

I chuckled at his blush and increasingly high voice. “I’d love to.”

He visibly relaxed and nodded aggressively. “I, uh, so…okay to be completely honest my friends told me to ask you out and that’s how far I got because I didn’t think this through. Oh gosh-Sorry, I’m such an idiot I should’ve thought more about this. If you don’t want to anymore I under-”

I laughed and kissed his check softly. “I’m still going, I’ll take a shower then we can drive down to Aizawa’s.”

He nodded dumbly, still reeling from my light kiss. “Yuh huh.”

Requests are always open and appreciated!

#oc #izuku midoriya #bnha izuku #mha #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x oc

[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

Please give me some Deku fics. I never see any smut series or one shot smut shots with Deku. Please send me some. 😭

#katsuki bakugo mha #mha x black female reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x oc #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x black reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #midoriya izuku #izuku midoryia #deku x reader #deku smut #mha deku #bhna smut #bhna x reader #bhna hawks #hawks x reader #midorya #midoriya x reader

[iddybiddysquish]

I Regret Bonus - Midoriya x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), marking, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, cum eating, pulling out - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! This is quite self indulgent and my first time writing smut so be gentle with me pls <3 Reader has the ability to copy and edit quirks! Not beta read, we die like men.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars. 

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is. 

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks. 

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking. 

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance. 

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’ 

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

"Do you think you'll surpass All Might?" Iida begged Midoriya as Uraraka, Shinsou and Todoroki walked beside them, "You do have very similar quirks."

"Although Midoriya has other abilities unlike All Might." Uraraka pointed out, "Like Black Whip!" Midoriya began to flush at this and began to protest when Todoroki looked over at him. 

"He has the strength for it." Todoroki agreed, smirking, "But he has me to contend with."

Shinsou snorted. 

"And Bakugou." Iida noted as Midoriya nodded. 

"We're a formidable class." He concurred as each teen entered the classroom. Immediately Iida and Shinsou went to their desks but the rest hung out in the back by Todoroki. 

"Man, I wonder what I'm gonna have for lunch today!" Uraraka cheered. Midoriya laughed and nodded. 

"I'm going to have sukiyaki." Todoroki smiled, "We deserve a treat after the sports festival." Midoriya nodded in agreement. 

"Everyone did so well this round. Especially you, Todoroki." Todoroki nodded, humming in agreement. 

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Uraraka and Midoriya running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug. 

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe. 

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements. Midoriya immediately blanked them as the typhoon of his thoughts swallowed his attention entirely. 

Immediately his brain had many thoughts about what to do. He thought about anything and everything from getting a doctor to someone who could control quirks - all things that were, really, out of his hands. But it wasn’t long before his mind slipped into dirtier methods, something he wanted to shut down but ended up indulging in for longer than he should have considering he needed to focus on English class.

(L/N) was the only person to refer to Midoriya by a different nickname - Zuzu, based on his first name. He felt close to her for it, but it helped that the pair spent a lot of time together be it studying, training or even just going on cute outings. She was always there whenever he was troubled and he'd been there for her own struggles and major life events. Hell if either was sick, the other was there to take care of them. 

They were there for each other. And now he felt useless to her other than taking advantage of her in this situation. And he couldn't do that to her. Especially given he'd fallen for the girl hard. 

So he sat there, sinking in his turmoil as class continued, wondering what the poor girl was doing and how she was coping. 

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to. 

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive. 

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’ 

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances. 

Todoroki's was interesting as well. Minty and almost spicy, but it didn't hold the same weight as another more tasty scent that had me almost falling out of my door the closer I got to Uraraka's bedroom. 

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we'd started to hang out since he became part of Midoriya's group of friends. But that was really as far as it went. His scent, though fascinating, was no more interesting to me than, say, Kirishima's. 

No, the scent that really caught my attention was that of Midoriya himself. It was sweet and sharp at the same time and held my interest to the point of making my mouth water. 

I smelt around with a bit more calm, ears twitching as I kept a listen out for anyone or anything. Other scents were interesting, like, as I mentioned, Kirishima, Jiro and Ashido’s. But throughout all of it I kept coming back to Midoriya's scent, although there was less of it.

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following Midoriya's scent and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards the elevator.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards the elevator, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else. 

I took the elevator up a floor and snuck my way towards the tantalising scent, overwhelmed by the strength of his stench. 

‘This would be so amoral of me…’ 

Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent. 

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow despite how neat and tidy everything was. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding, cleaned it up a bit and skulked around his room with intrigue. 

It was pretty busy and filled with all kinds of things, but I got the impression that it was organised. Organised chaos. 

There were action figures, comic books and manga in their places along every surface available. He had posters and comic strips stuck to the walls and clothes over the floor, though mostly in the dirty hamper. His desk was littered with things, including his clean computer.

But everything was meticulously clean. Which was pretty impressive. Not a speck of dust in sight. 

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment. 

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing hamper with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Midoriya's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

"Yo, (L/N)!" Sero beamed from behind the door, "Hope you're not feeling too bad! You know we're all here for you, right? Come out when you're ready and I'll take you out and fill you in on what you've missed!"

"Are you flirting with a door?" Kaminari snickered, making Sero flush. 

"It's not like that, dude!" 

I giggled at this. 

"Hey, you two!" I raised a brow, hearing Idia's voice from down the hall, by the elevator, "What are you up to?!"

"Nothing man. Chill."

And just like that there were some footsteps and the interaction was over. 

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back as they retreated from my door though. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing. 

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing light, tactile footsteps approaching with caution.

That’s when I realised it was Midoriya of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

“(L/N)-chan!” he knocked, “I’m leaving this food out here for you! Please eat as much as you can! If you can't don't worry! I'll be back to pick it up so you don't have to leave!”

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Midoriya as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated and that I was alone did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Sero bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, although I realised quickly he was hoping he'd get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school. 

It was sweet of him.

"Anyway that's how we managed to get some beers and stuff. So the natural progression was to play games, right? So we started to play spin the bottle. You will not guess who Bakugou landed on!" I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den, listening intently to his tales I wished I could be a part of. 

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Sero is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Midoriya would work. He was my prime Alpha.

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Midoriya to arrive. 

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked. 

"Hey, (L/N)! I have more food for you if you’re hungry!” Midorya beamed through the door before pausing, “Unless you’re not then that’s okay, too! You can always have it later. Or never. I can get you something else if that would be better? Or-”

“Zuzu…?” I muttered, sticking my head out of my den to take in the fact that it was him at my door again. To my surprise, Midoriya seemed to hear me and put his head to the door.

“(L/N)...?” I nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Oh it’s good to hear your voice!” he smiled, “We’ve all been worrying. Kacchan made you something to eat if that’s okay?” I nodded but quickly realised he couldn't hear me. 

“Sure. You can come in and put it down.”

“Uh…” he paused, “We aren’t supposed to disturb you…”

“You’re not disturbing me.”

“No! I mean I hope not of course but that’s not what I mean!” he babbled, “I just meant that Aizawa-sensei said to leave you alone and not enter your room and stuff, is all…” he added, scratching the back of his head, “B-but I don’t mind putting it down on your desk! Just promise not to tell Aizawa-sensei.” I grinned to myself. 

“I promise.” I hummed, hiding in my den. 

Deep down I was anxious. Midoriya was innocent enough that I knew he wouldn’t possibly catch onto my ulterior motives. Maybe I could indulge in his scent for just a bit, get him to touch some of my stuff so I could hoard it in my den. Maybe many things, but the reality was that I was going against my nature in pushing for something more, and that was a scary thing no matter how many hormones were going through me at that moment.

Midoriya seemed to be just as hesitant as he slowly opened the door with a click. Pausing at opening it just a crack, he peeked in to see everything was lit by a romantic glow of fairy lights, the curtains closed and the room covered in blankets and pillows. Anything comfortable, it was there - including plushies.

It was adorable really. How I’d amassed so much was actually impressive to him, given there were little signs of the hoard the last time he’d been in my room, which was literally the day before this whole thing started.

The squeak of the door sounded as he dared to push the door slightly further, enough he could slip in with the food in hand. 

‘In, food on the table, then out.’ his anxious brain ordered him as he tried to distract himself from the smell of her cunt that wafted the room and went straight to his twitching cock. So doing as he was supposed to, he quickly, but carefully, entered and made his way to the desk to put the food down.

I felt myself purr as his scent wafted over to me. Getting his scent so close to me was euphoric. Enough to make me want to pounce on him. 

I didn’t, but I did slink out of my den oh so quietly to get a closer taste.

“(F-F/N)...?” he squeaked, sensing my presence behind him. It was setting off his danger sense, which made him gulp. 

I didn’t reply. I did, however, see him eye the only exit and, before he could move, I stood in front of the door, back turned to it. 

At the sudden motion, Midoriya turned to see my figure there, hands gripping tightly onto either arm, enough to leave marks. I looked dazed and hungry, not to mention feverish and fucked up. If he didn’t see the wet patch of slick that had formed on my underwear, he would’ve sworn I was some kind of zombie ready to bite him.

“I-I think we should take you to a doctor…” he spoke quietly, arms out as I took a step forward, “Oh! Recovery Girl! That could work, right?” When I continued to pursue him, he backed up against the wall, but I continued towards him nonetheless, “You don’t want me, after all. I can’t help you!”

“Izuku.” I hummed, silencing the gulping boy with a finger to his lips. I smiled up at him before purring as I took in his scent, “You smell so good.” I exhaled before grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as I scent marked him and myself with each other’s scents.

Midoriya, however, became pink as he looked down at me in disbelief at what I was doing. This newfound understanding may not have made him any less anxious, but it did make him feel less like he was in danger.

With a shaky hand, he cupped my head and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

“Shh it’s okay, (F/N).” he whispered into my ear, nuzzling me back, an innocent act that he had no way of knowing what it meant in that moment.

I, however, was melting in his embrace. The acceptance was palpable and made my heart swell and feel filled. And everything was totally fine…

… Until I wanted more.

I didn’t look up at Midoriya as my hands left his shirt and began to glide all over his torso. However, he paused his soothing action when my hands started to go down south and landed at his belt.

“Woah, (F/N)-chan! We can’t-”

“Please Izuku.” I begged, finally looking up at him for the first time. He could see my pupils were so dilated that he could barely see my iris and I was hot to the touch, face flushed a consistent shade of pink. I looked ill, really. But the reality was I was clouded by lust. 

No matter his desires, he could not take advantage of the situation.

“You’re sick, (F/N).” I pouted.

“No I’m not…” I whined, “I just want you so badly.” I almost stomped my foot. No matter the truth, Midoriya was set in his resolve, so I tried a different tactic, “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“I don’t think a few days is that long, Love.” I groaned.

“Before whatever this quirk is.” I insisted, pulling him to me by the shirt and cupping his cheeks, forcing him to look me in the eyes, “I’ve wanted you since I met you… This isn’t new.”

“Wha…” he breathed, blinking his shock away. I smiled sadly up at him as the realisation that he’d missed this for two years came crashing down on him, “Seriously?” I nodded.

“Mhm.” I hummed, letting my hands fall from his face and slowly glide down his chest, lifting the fabric up when I reached the bottom so I could feel his washboard abs. I bit my lip.

“Do you feel the same?” I begged as I gently traced his abs before going higher to tease his nipples slightly, watching as they slowly became erect.

“I-I!” he breathed, brain going miles a minute as he processed the situation.

He had always been interested in the girl - something he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. He’d known from the moment we’d met at the Entrance Exam that I was someone special - and I was, to him. I’d become a dear friend and he knew he would always long for more. 

But now that it was happening he wasn’t sure exactly what to say or do as his body failed him. So he did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed me.

It was short and sweet, but held promises of more. So when he pulled away and smiled down at me, I smiled back before pulling him in for another kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist. The kiss turned sloppy very quickly, tongues battling each other for dominance, though I conceded with a moan, which hit him right in his dick. 

Midoriya got more confident the longer the kissing session went on. As I explored his torso, he reached down to grab my ass, making me groan into the kiss again. Immediately I tweaked his nipples, causing him to gasp.

Tugging on his shirt, Midoriya got the idea quickly, but feigned ignorance. So when I growled, he chuckled.

“What? What is it, (F/N)?” he begged, pulling back with a small smirk on his lips. I pouted up at him, tugging on the shirt again. When I didn’t give a verbal reply, he continued to look at me with mock cluelessness and a smirk. I glared.

“Shirt. Off.” he cocked a brow.

“What’s the magic word?” I groaned.

“Please, Izuku.” with a chuckle, Midoriya took his shirt off and chucked it in a random direction before pulling me to him. I bit my lip as I ogled his torso for a moment before kissing up his abs and giving his nipple a short suckle, earning another gasp.

Any patience that Midoriya had snapped as he pulled me up and pushed me against the wall, making me squeak. He chuckled, locking me in, before pulling at my shirt. Watching him the entire time, I let him take off my shirt and without a second thought he dived for my neck, nipping and sucking until he found the right spot. Once he did he abused it, going as far as to bite me as well as lick up my neck. It made me shudder and clench my thighs, especially as he got lower and lower, latching onto my breast and immediately bruising it with his mouth, making me yelp. 

"Sorry Dear. Just need to make sure the marks stay." He hummed innocently as he took my nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making me moan. Happy with the response, he continued his ministrations before getting off with a pop and going for the other one while I tugged on his hair and scratched his back. All whilst simultaneously pawing at his belt buckle. When I heard the jingle of it, I realised he undid it with one hand and purred.

Kissing down my stomach, Midoriya moaned when he reached my underwear and could smell me, taking in a deep breath. I bit my lip when he peeled it off, delicately, slick sticking to my thighs as he did. Once they fell I kicked them off and he spread my legs and grabbed my thighs harshly before taking a tentative lick. Immediately he moaned and I felt my legs quiver as soon as he dived in and ravaged my cunt, making me melt on his face.

“I-Izuku!” I gasped, gripping his hair tightly as he slurped, taking in all of my slick before diving in further trying to collect more of it in his mouth. Only when he was satisfied did he focus on my clit, swirling it in his mouth and sucking it harshly. It made me squeak and yelp a few times, but it felt so good.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming on his tongue, hard, causing me to squeeze my thighs around his head despite his iron grip keeping them apart. I heard a few groans as he lapped up my fluids before he removed himself from between my legs and smiled up at me.

“Better?” 

When I nodded, panting, he chuckled and stood up, grabbing my hands and pulling me over to the bed. Immediately I began to kiss him again, tasting myself on his tongue, before I fell on the bed. At that moment his pants fell down and I got a good look at him; my mouth watered at the sight.

“On your front.” I blinked up at him, but did as requested, sticking my butt up in the air. However, to my surprise, he pushed me down so I was lying flat on my front and climbed on top of me. I looked over at him but paused as he began to kiss up and down my neck, relaxing my body and moving to expose more of my neck to him.

“You’re so good for me.” he muttered into my neck, “Such a good girl.”

He lowered himself onto me, which was when I felt his cock press against me. I moaned in anticipation, squirming to try and get some friction. However he put more of his weight on me, holding me in place.

“So impatient.” he chuckled, nipping my shoulder, “We have all the time in the world, Dear.” 

My breath fluttered when he rocked his hips forward, pressing against my clit and teasing me successfully. I groaned when he continued to tease me, occasionally letting the tip enter me, but never pushing further than that.

“Izuku, please!”

“Please what?” he begged with mock cluelessness, continuing to bite and suck at my delicate flesh, “You need to tell me what you want.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please, Alpha!” Midoriya was slightly surprised at my bluntness, but was pleased. Without words, he slowly entered me, taking his sweet time as he stretched me out; he didn’t want to hurt me, after all. But his control slipped slightly when most of him entered, bucking his hip before it was engulfed down to the hilt. He paused there for a moment, also adjusting to the tightness, causing him to hiss, biting my on the shoulder making me yelp and trill. Only when he was prepared did he begin to pull out again.

"So full…!"

It was slow and sensual, the pace he chose. Slowly he pumped in and out of me, wrapping his arms around my body for better leverage so he could get as deep as possible. He noticed that I moaned like a sinner when he snapped his hips harshly against me, so he did just that at the end of each thrust. It was killer, especially when he hit just the right spot-

“There!” I panted, “There, Izuku! Please! That feels so good!”

If there was one thing Midoriya knew what to do, it was listen. So he immediately angled his hips to hit the same spot, over and over again until it felt abused. It was only when my moans picked up that he began to slow his pace to a painstaking rock. I was beginning to get overstimulated from his slow thrusts, earning my whines.

“What is it, darling?” he begged innocently.

“F-faster. Please, Izuku…!”

“You want it faster?” he questioned in the same tone. When I went to wiggle my butt, he put more of his body weight across me, pinning me in place until I gave a response. So I nodded fervently, “Use your words.”

“P-Please! M-more-!”

Suddenly Izuku pulled out and slammed his hips down into mine, bullying my insides as he set a rapid pace. Midoriya was grateful for his training in this moment as it gave him such excellent stamina - after all, I did beg. I deserved to be fucked into the bed, right?

“Yes! Izuku! S-so good!” I praised, which only encouraged him more, every word making his cock twitch inside me.

Midoriya continued to pound into me, encouraging me to close my legs just enough that it would apply more pressure to his hard cock. It was enough to make a few groans slip past his lips, which only made my cunt twitch more.

“So good…” he panted, “Doing so well, Love.” 

“F-fuck.” I whined, “You fuck me so good, Izuku. Don’t stop! Please!”

Midoriya moaned in my ear at the praise, picking up his pace and forcing me to howl in pleasure. My orgasm was approaching quickly at this pace, and I found myself almost crying from the sensation.

“I-I’m close!”

“Cum for me, baby.” he whispered harshly, “Cum on my cock.”

As if he commanded it, I immediately began spasming around him, cuming hard. However, Midoriya didn’t stop - if anything, he picked up the pace. Immediately I whined, grabbing ahold of the bedsheets that were once a den and now a mess.

I wasn’t complaining.

“Better?” he huffed, keeping up the rapid pace he’d set as I nodded, unable to say anything but moans, “Good. You’re gonna do it again for me, okay, love? You can do that, can’t you?” Again, I nodded.

“Yes Alpha!” 

Midoriya pulled me impossibly closer, angling himself just right when he heard my moans pick up at him hitting that spot even better. I was beginning to see stars and it wasn’t long before I was reaching my next orgasm. And from the way Midoriya was beginning to huff into the nape of my neck I was sure he was getting close, too. 

"Izuku!"

At my cries, Izuku grunted, biting down on the nape of my neck before pulling out. Feeling something warm on my ass I realised quickly that he came on me, but I was too euphoric from being marked that I hardly cared.

"(F/N)..." He moaned into my ear as he unlatched before lying on top of me. I purred at his closeness and nuzzled my head against his, earning a breathy chuckle. 

"So good to me, Alpha." I hummed. 

"Anything for you, Darling."

After a while of snuggling Midoriya pulled away. However when I went to move he pushed me back down onto my front. 

"Don't move." 

Confused, I did as requested and watched as he made his way to the bathroom before coming back with a warm washcloth a few minutes later. I noticed his stomach wasn't clean and realised quickly that the washcloth was for me and not him when he came over.

I churred when he began to gently clean my lower back and ass of his cum. Only when he was done did he look down at himself. However I paused his motion and smirked up at him. 

"I'll help."

Pushing him down I began to lick up his stomach, earning a groan. 

"You're gonna make me hard again, Baby." He muttered with hazy eyes. I smirked at this. 

"What's stopping you?" 

Izuku seemed to contemplate this for a moment before shoving me over carefully. 

"Good question." He chuckled, "I'm going to ravish you." I bit my lip. 

"Thank you, Alpha."

#bnha deku #bnha midoriya #bnha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x reader #midoriya x oc #midoriya smut #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #deku midoriya #deku x reader #deku x y/n #deku x oc #deku x you #midoriya x you #a/b/o smut #a/b/o verse

[lalenrasch]

🎄⭐️Christmas Ships⭐️🎄

🎄DARIAS (Dabi x Rias)

🎄HUWUMI (Hawks x Fuyumi)

🎄KATSUYU (Katsuki x Tsuyu)

🎄IZUOCHA & IZUTOGA

#my hero academia #touya todoroki #boku no hero academia #dabi x oc #bnha #dabixrias #bakugo katsuki #tsuyu asui #bnha hawks #keigo takami #izuku midoriya #rias stones fukui #fuyumi todoroki