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fairytsuk1 · 1 year
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katsuki’s biggest pet peeves … are your naps
yes, you should be going to bed earlier and yes, he’s glad you’re getting rest!!
but you just DISAPPEAR!!
katsuki: so i told him to study his own notes!!!!!
katsuki: making dinner rn
katsuki: babe?
katsuki: i swear to god.
katsuki: u better b fucking lying rn
katsuki: DID U FALL ASLEEP
yes. yes you did, and he’s already made the trek (after his dinner, might as well eat at your place anyways) and he’s watching you all cozied up with soft breaths. you’re annoying, but you’re too cute.
he eats his broccoli and beef beside you quietly, and is engrossed in his science video on youtube (he likes watching shit explode!!) and then you’re mumbling …
“katsuki…” “hm?” “can i have some?”
and you’re wordlessly being fed broccoli beef and then falling back into the throes of slumber.
“get your own damn broccoli beef next time.”
and you’re not even awake to hear it.
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joy-laufeyson · 17 days
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Bakugo Katsuki fic recommendations
(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)
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@ adoringmha's masterlist @ andypantsx's masterlist @ angelshimaa's masterlist @ bkgml's masterlist @ cinnamonreccs' masterlist @ moominsuki's masterlist
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fluff / fever talk
sfw / the jealousy type
sfw / lucid dreaming
fluff / freckles
sfw / number neighbor (smau, masterlist)
sfw / “shut up and heal me”
fluff / apologizing
fluff / be my (fake) girlfriend
angst fluff / mean it
sfw fluff / truth or dare
fluff / falling in love with you
fluff / he hasn’t told his friends about you
angst fluff / petting his hair
fluff/ you fell asleep on him
fluff / helping him with his tie
nsfw ish / lends you a shirt
angst fluff / seeing you cry
angst fluff / he wakes up
time-skip (aged up)
sfw / drunk-dazed
fluff / as the sun goes down
fluff / permanent ink
angst fluff / kiss me!
fluff / runaway party
fluff nsfw / birthday
fluff / valentines day (part 1, part 2)
fluff / ...but I don't like a gold rush
angst fluff / “do you think i’m a good person?”
fluff / Hero Awards
sfw / going to bed upset
fluff / most beautiful woman
fluff / late night confessions
fluff / anyone would be silly not to love you
angst fluff / tears
fluff / interviews (masterlist)
fluff / skincare
fluff / he only likes real kisses
fluff / hot cocoa
fluff / scars
fluff / 4:29
fluff / secret santa
angst fluff / you remind him that he is a person
fluff / baby
fluff / "go back to sleep"
fluff / a lot better now
fluff / can’t sleep until you’re home
fluff / the stages of me and you
sfw / you get dumped twenty seconds before meeting your boss
angst fluff / emotionally constipated
fluff/ he doesn't want to go
fluff / eating your leftovers
sfw / drunk
angst fluff / when you have a bad day
nsfw ish / victoria secret set
nsfw ish / nails
angst fluff / charred dreams
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Updated:27-March-2024
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Disciplinary Action
Pairing: Izuku "Deku" Midorya x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+ here, established relationship, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, clit stimulation, encouragement, praise, dick riding, needy Deku, soft!dom Deku
Word count: 1.6k
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A/N: This was a commission for a user here on Tumblr. I'm so sorry this is late but hopefully it's worth it. My commissions are still open so if you'd like one just DM me.
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In all the years that you've dated Izuku never came off as needy to you. Quite the opposite, he was always patient and maybe a little on the shy side of things when it came to intimacy. Happy to give and happy to receive, never demanding above what you were offering.
And really being the new Symbol of Piece didn't live either of you with much time for things like sex, at least not as much as you'd both like so you took advantage of every moment you could steal with each other, no matter how small or fast it may be.
That was what it was supposed to be like but... damn were you busy lately. Izuku would wrap his arms around you and pull you against him, kissing your neck but you would brush him off saying you had work to do. That was fine with him, he was happy with the cuddles and the kisses. At least you thought he was.
"Sweetie, are you gonna be working for much longer?" Izuku was already on the couch, smiling at you with his winning, shying smile, his green tie hanging loosely around his neck, sleeves rolled up, revealing the many scars he's earned over the years of being a Pro.
"Hm?" You didn't look up from your laptop as you typed away on the living room table, "Yeah, a bit more. You can go to bed if you want, but my deadline is in two days."
The silence was almost deafening. Usually he would reply to you somehow or offer to stay up with you, or make you something to drink. This time all he said was, "Come here sweetie."
Spoken in a serious, demanding tone, so unlike the bubbly, soft voice you were accustomed to hearing from him it got your attention, "What? Izuku, I just need to-"
"Here. Now."
Your body moved on his own, you couldn't even see his face from this angle, with his broad back turned to you. There was a sound though, a familiar one.
As you rounded to face him you could see his face, blushing and burning as he fisted his hard cock up and down, his pants not even down his legs, "Izuku." He rarely ever did this in front of you, "I told you I can't right now."
"You can. You will. I miss your pussy so much sweetheart. Don't you miss my cock? It's been so lonely without you." He sped up his movements, keeping eye contact the whole time, "I know you missed me too. You've just been too wrapped up in your work. I understand. I know I shouldn't be mad about it but..." He grit his teeth as he gripped the bottom of his shaft, "Ah, come here, I wanna see how much you need me too."
He is tone was half desperate, half commanding, but correct. Even if you didn't need him before you certainly do now that you've seen how hard he is for you.
"A quickie?"
"Depends on how well you follow orders." The atmosphere around you suddenly shifted, Izuku's eyes on yours, dark green, wild... hungry. "Strip." Was all he said as he resumed on jerking off, the sound filling the room, making your panties sticky even as you pushed them down, "Just like I thought. Fucking sopping wet. And you're telling me you weren't horny for me like a bitch in heat? The evidence is all over the floor sweetie."
With his free hand he pointed down and without protest you sank onto your your knees in front of him. You licked your lips, eyeing his cock, only to get offered his fingers instead.
You took them both in your mouth, running your tongue over the rough pads and the scarred flesh, gripping his hand, his wrist and gently smoothing over his arm. "So skilled with that tongue. See why my cock missed you? You could make any man lose his mind, bring a Pro like me down with just your mouth. Lucky for me you're on my side huh?" He finally chuckled again, you missed that sound. But that wasn't the thing you missed the most about him right now.
As if he could tell what you were thinking his fingers left your mouth with a wet pop. You eyed his cock hungerly, crawling towards it next.
"Stay." You almost hated how that word, that tone made you obey, "Good girl. Up. You can show me how much you wanted me with these." Izuku hooked his two wet fingers upwards and placed his hand next to him on the couch.
"But I... I wanna taste you." You protested even as your body obeyed.
"I know you do. You gotta ride my fingers first okay? I promise I'll take good care of you afterwards." There was that gentle reassuring smile again. How could he have that expressing while you were taking his fingers deep right next to him? "I love you sweetheart." He started pumping his cock again, his eyes not leaving yours as you leaned back on the couch with your elbows to have an easier time moving your hips. "You're pretty like this, half naked, with that cockhungry expression on your face. You want this cock pumping cum inside you don't you? Don't you?"
His fingers hooked inside of you, almost making you lose your pace. "Yeah. Yeah, you know I do. I want the whole thing, every inch of you." It wasn't anything you were ashamed to admit. You were far enough into your relationship to be very familiar with each others desires.
"Well then... come and get it." Despite his words he started moving his wrist, pushing his fingers deep inside of you until your cunt was clenching and spasming around him, your pussy juice gushing all over the couch.
"Izuku!" You threw your arms around him, whimpering loud and pathetic when his fingers left your pussy, "Need you. Please. I'm sorry."
"Now, now sweetheart. You know how to apologize." He cupped your face in his hands, his lips a little rough but also quite soft on yours, "Ride my dick. Make it come." He whispered as his arms wrapped around your back and your hands gripped his shirt tight, nails digging into his shoulders, "Ride me like you wanna break me."
Breaking Izuku was impossible. Unless it was with words, he was still a bit of a softie there. But physically? There was no force that could even bend him let alone break him.
You started going down on his dick, the combined cum making it an easy slide, an easy fit for you. With no shame at all you rolled your hips up and down, each time going all the way down to the base and up to the very tip, your pussy tight and widening up for him every time.
"Missed this. Missed the feeling of you inside of me." You managed to say, although every word was interrupted with a moan or a wet slippery sound.
Izuku tilted his head back in pleasure, "Hm, missed you too. Missed how your pussy feels. How you sound. How you move on top of me. How perfect you are on my cock." His cock was twitching, pulsing, his own composure slipping away with every roll of your hips.
How did you go weeks without his cock making you feel so good? Doesn't matter you had it now, you needed it now, you needed his cum now. You have pills for this exact reason after all. When both of you get too horny for him to pull out.
"Come. Come Izuku. Need your cum inside me, now, please, please, please!" This was your pussy talking more then your head but when you had the tip of his cock so deep inside you every time you didn't even want to think about anything else then him blowing his load inside of you right this damn second.
Neither did he apparently. Izuku gripped you tight, held you down against him while he kept hammering his hips upwards, his thick seed shooting inside you in quick bursts, each thrust feeling like it was triggering your orgasm over and over but not letting you come. He must have noticed you struggling because the next thing you knew his thumb was on your clit, rolling and pushing quickly in the exact pace of his thrusts.
"Izuku! Mmn!" Your back snapped in an arch as your orgasm crashed over you, flowing into his own. Moments later your shaky body fell onto his equally heaving one. "Fuck. Oh my fucking god. You're still going."
That made him chuckle and made his cock twitch with pride, still filling you up despite him being still. "Yeah well I had a lot stored up. Mind if we stay like this for a bit?"
You shook your head, "I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm sorry for ignoring you."
"I'm sorry for not saying anything before." He kissed the side of your cheek, his soft, fluffy hair tickling the side of your face. "Guess we both need punishments." That got your pussy clenching all over again. Right. His damn stamina, of course.
"Dummy." You kissed him with everything you had, smiling into the kiss. A smile which he gladly returned as you got ready for the second but certainly not the last round of the evening.
You didn't finish work on time but both of you finished very happily many times that night.
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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months
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When you fall asleep on them
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Izuku Midoriya: A smile comes to his lips before he softly whispers. “You look so peaceful.” He lays there with you, his hand across your chest, listening to your slow, steady breaths and admiring how the darkness frames your face. But only a few minutes in to his musings, he can feel sleep creeping over himself as well.
Katsuki Bakugo: He pulls you closer, laying his head against you in the small moment of peace in his life. His arm goes around your waist, pulling you even closer into him. He sighs, feeling your warm breath against him even if his quirk makes him naturally warm as you both drift off to sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms.
Shoto Todoroki: He gently lifts your head off his shoulder and places you down on the bed, then he stands up to get a blanket to cover you with. He’ll tuck you in, giving a light kiss on your forehead, and then he’ll leave the room. If you’re asleep on his lap he’ll be sure to set you down in bed gently as well.
Tenya Ida: He lays his head against yours, feeling the warmth of your head against his cheek. He wraps his arms around you again, wanting to make you feel comfortable, and he closes his eyes. His heart pounds as he thinks about waking up next to you, still wrapped in your embrace, still feeling secure and happy.
Fumikage Tokoyami: He’ll brush your hair. He rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He kisses your cheek and pulls you close with every gentle caress, and he thanks the gods or whoever is listening to him in that moment that you fell for him all those years ago. Then, he’ll rest his chin on your chest with loving eyes, feeling your heartbeat against his forehead, grateful that this is his life.
Hitoshi Shinso: The gentle rise and fall of your chest becomes a calming lullaby, and before long, your breaths are in sync with his. He feels your body relax as he leans his head into your shoulder, his eyes growing heavy. He takes a moment to soak in the warmth of your bare skin on his own, and then he closes his eyes.
Denki Kaminari: He gently nuzzles your side, his lips leaving a kiss mark behind. Then he closes his eyes with a content smile on his face and feel you against him. You’re a warm, firm, comfortable presence, one that’s perfectly attuned to his body. The steady beat of your heart feels like home to him.
Eijiro Kirishima: He strokes your hair, holds you close and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. He caresses your soft skin, and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He holds them close and feels your breathing against his chest. He tells you how he loves you, and how he will always be there for you, no matter what happens. He will always protect, love, and cherish you.
Mashirao Ojiro: He lays there for the next few minutes thinking about how much he loves you and how peaceful he feels in this moment even if you fell asleep on him which makes his heart pound that you’re so comfortable around him, your body against his as he wraps his tail around you. he eventually gives in to sleep. It should be noted that he is very much a cuddler.
Mirio Togata: When you fall asleep on him, he gently kisses your forehead and slides out from underneath you, making sure not to wake you. He'll usually tuck you in or wrap your blanket around them. Then, he'll curl up next to you and give you a gentle spoon as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When you wake up in the morning, you'll find him next to you, as close as he could possibly be - for he is a hopeless romantic, and cannot bear to be without you even when asleep.
Tamaki Amajiki: He’ll gently press his lips to your brow and murmur a kiss. Then he snuggles closer, breathing in the scent of you. He presses closer against the soft part of your shoulder, hoping you will find comfort in him, too, and closes his eyes, letting a deep sense of contentment wash over him.
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kikyo-bnha-imagines · 7 months
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Kissing headcanons for the BNHA boys (Pt.1)
Izuku:
Kisses with Izuku are gentle, soft, and timid  
He’s a bit hesitant when he initiates, and he does it while sporting a massive blush nearly every single time  
He likes to squeeze your hand while he kisses you. It grounds him and makes the whole act feel that much more intimate  
As much as he adores kissing you on the lips, he really likes cheek kisses and little pecks on the forehead too  
He does get a bit embarrassed when it comes to PDA, but he loves you, and it makes him happy knowing that someone will openly express their affection for him. Still, try not to push him too hard in public, because there's a good chance he will faint
Katsuki:
The first kiss you ever shared was quite soft and tentative, but that was mostly because your relationship was in its early stages, and you were both testing the waters 
Once you and Katsuki are going strong, he won’t hold back when it comes to kissing you, and you can expect to have him pull you into his arms and slam his lips against yours seemingly without warning 
Unlike Izuku, he could care less about PDA. In fact, he loves having the chance to show you off in front of everyone. He’ll smother you with kisses no matter who’s watching, and if he’s feeling particularly cocky, he’ll make sure to grin smugly after the fact 
Katsuki isn’t very good with using his words to show that he cares, so physical intimacy is how he makes up for it 
He prefers to kiss you on the lips, passionately, but when he’s in an especially intimate mood, he’ll hold you close and kiss the back of your hand, while blushing and telling you how much he loves you (in a quiet voice, because he’s embarrassed)  
Shouto:
Kisses with Shouto are almost never quick. Kissing you is a thoughtful, deliberate act, and he likes to take his time and let his lips linger against yours 
He’ll cradle your cheek with his hand, make a big show of staring warmly into your eyes, then bring his lips to yours and meet you in a deep, slow kiss 
Because of his upbringing, he worries that he doesn’t possess the capacity to express how much he loves his significant other, but at his core, Shouto is a kind, compassionate person. He cherishes you, and you know that the way he kisses you is yet another way for him to show it 
He doesn’t mind PDA at all. It takes a lot to be able to embarrass him, mostly since he can be a bit innocent and naïve at times. He will gladly kiss you in front of other people, but that being said, he still has some self-awareness and won’t just start a full-blown make-out session and risk making other people uncomfortable (unlike Katsuki, who definitely will) 
Shouto likes kissing you on the lips the most, but he finds that squeezing you and gently kissing your eyelids when they’re shut is a rather intimate act. He also enjoys having the same done to him, while he’s resting his head on your shoulder or your lap  
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hollowtakami · 3 months
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LOVE DRUNK
Keigo Takami x AFAB!reader
CONTENT; nsfw, minors dni! slight corruption, soft dom/needy keigo, reader referred to as partner/implied to be a virgin, anatomy referred to as clit, pussy, cunt, etc.
WORD COUNT; 203
AUTHOR’S NOTE; my first time writing smut! it’s pretty short but i need to get this idea out of my head lol! take care of yourselves<3
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Imagine; Keigo gently corrupting his innocent partner, hands tracing their skin like he’s searching a map, guiding them through a whole new world. He marks and bites every landmark, every sweet spot; there’ll be an archipelago of love on their skin in no time.
Soft hands slipping off underwear, benign whispers of reassurance as he parts their thighs and, fuck, almost melts when they whine for more; such desperate noises. Keigo almost short-circuits when his fingers explore their pussy, tight and soft, so perfect.
Soon enough, he can’t help but have his face deep between their legs. He’s drunk on their cunt, hands squeezing their thighs as he laps up and down with his tongue, sucking and kissing their puffy clit as his partner’s hands find their way into his hair.
He groans at the feeling of having his hair pulled, plumage ruffling, raspy moans vibrating against their cunt. He’s sloppy, driven by their whorish whimpering as their breathing hitches, gets faster. One final cry as the coil in his partner’s stomach snaps and he’s eating all he can of their first orgasm, lips and stubble slick with white.
“Did so good, baby,” he’d say, breathless, as his tongue cleans up his mess.
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tired-teacher-blog · 8 months
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Strawberry and Cream
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Characters : Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)/ Fem reader
Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ FoodPlay/ Oral sex (fem receiving)/ Sexual Intercourse/ Tummy Bulge/ Size Difference/ Creampie/ One Shot.
Summary : A little fun surprise for your man after a long day's work proved to be pleasurable for both of you.
Notes : I cannot believe I haven't written anything in almost a month! But glad to be making a comeback with a little something for one of my favorite pro heroes on his birthday!
Masterlist|Second Masterlist
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_ "Sir, is everything okay? I was saying that we'll handle it from here, you have done a remarkable job so leave the rest to us."
_ "Oh right! I'll be off then, good night." the hero responds awkwardly before waving at the officer who is already escorting the bloodied criminal to the police car.
It was just another day's work, peaceful, uneventful, and -frankly- almost boring if not for that petty thief pulling out a gun on a poor cashier who was just doing his job and minding his own business.
It was supposed to be a typical evening of him patrolling the streets and keeping the peace like he always does, but his mind is now whirling out of control thanks to that text you sent him moments ago.
He checks his phone once again, tilting his head to the side and biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the words on the screen.
"How about a tasty treat? I'll be a good girl and wait patiently for you to come home."
He scrolls down carefully to feast his eyes on the attached picture of you holding a can of whipped cream and a small plate of strawberries, while wearing one of his large tank tops that accentuated your cleavage beautifully as it barely hung on your smaller body.
It's enticing, you're enticing, being carelessly provocative to this sweet man despite knowing your effect on him is unfair, but he loves it.
He loves this side of you, the flirty playful one that gives him a chance to spoil you like he wishes to do, since feeling your stimulated body under the tips of his fingers and hearing your melodic whimpers as you reach a blissful release, have always been his true reward..
His smile widens as he finally reaches home, he opens the door hurriedly and examins the hallway with a feverish haste while calling out for you, "sweetheart I'm here! Where are you?"
_ "Welcome home Taishiro!" and there you are, a gleam in your eye as you jump in his ample chest for the usual warm hug that never fails to bring cheerful giggles out of you, "how was work this evening?"
Your teasing continues as you purposely ignore the throbbing stiffness in his pants to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his nose instead.
_ "Don't be mean!" his whine is muffled against your neck, picking you up with ease and marching straight to your bedroom, "I want my treat now."
You cling to him with a squeal leaving your throat, your heartbeat quickens and heat rises in your loins as you brace yourself for what's awaiting.
You sink into the soft bed where he places you gently, pulling him down with you and claiming his lips in the process. He kisses you hungrily while his big warm hands sneak under your shirt to hike the garment up and off of you, "oh, so this is the only thing you're wearing? I like that." he whispers sweetly while caressing your writhing body, swallowing greedily as you're left fully exposed to his flaming eyes.
He's careful not to crush you under his weight, but you're too aroused to care as you keep tugging at him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.
His lips travel the expanse of your neck and chest, teeth nibbling on your heated skin as he growls impatiently the lower he moves.
From the corner of his eye, he notices the can of whipped cream and the delicious looking strawberries placed on the nightstand awaiting, a discovery that makes his cock twitch and mouth salivate in anticipation.
He leans back, an angelic smile brightening his face as he proceeds to remove his attire, gaze never leaving your flushed skin while stripping off every single article separating him from your restless frame, "I'm getting really hungry sweet face." he beams delightfully, nudging your legs further apart before picking up the can of whipped cream to squirt some into his mouth and lean in to share it with you.
The sweetness tantalizing your taste buds is intoxicating as he deepens the kiss, and a string of the melted treat dribbles down your chin in a voluptuous display.
_ "This isn't going to be enough for me." he whispers softly as he moves away from your glistening lips, taking a moment to relish your needy whimpers and greedy clutches begging for him to be closer.
_ "Taishiro!" your breath hitches and eyes widen when the cool snowy delight suddenly hits your perky teats as he covers the plumpness of your breasts, licking his lips and humming gleefully at the delicious view before him.
He dives in at once to devour your luscious mounds, running his tongue along your sweetened skin and sucking on the hard nipples like a starved puppy.
You dig your nails into his fleshy arms and arch off the bed as his mouth moves lower and lower, the stickiness on his lips smearing over your tummy to leave a lingering tacky feeling behind.
His tongue dips in your belly button teasingly, twirling around the twitching cranny while his hands caress your sides.
_ "Yummy," his chuckle resonates across the spacious room as he eyes you lovingly, arm reaching out to grab one of the forgotten strawberries before crashing it between his teeth, "it's good, but it would taste even better mixed with your juices."
His forwardness causes the brightest blush to appear on your cheeks and an electrifying warmth to spread throughout your whole body, it's amazing really— always has been, how his shameless words never cease to defy the innocent expression that's constantly present upon his features.
He picks up another fresh strawberry, running his tongue over the firm piece of fruit while guarding the same doting gaze as before, his other hand brushes gently against your waist and moves down to ghost over your fluttering cunt.
_ "Taishiro wait! What are you.." and a sudden moan cuts you off as it rips past your throat when he abruptly inserts a thick digit into your sensitive core.
_ "Relax gorgeous, this is going to be fun."
Your eyes— blurry and unfocused, follow the gleaming red as it joins the finger thrusting slowly within you, tipping your head back when the grainy fruit rubs on your slippery clit.
This foreign sensation is too stimulating to resist, kindling a raw thrill that invades your veins and pushes you closer to a certain high.
_ "See? I knew you'd like it." he smiles brightly as he utters, retrieving the coated strawberry to admire before popping it into his mouth and devouring it greedily.
_ "No! Why did you stop?" you whine and thrash in an almost comical way of protesting, you were on the verge of climaxing a moment ago, but his friskiness delayed your wish.
_ "Don't worry honey, this is far from over, the night is still young after all."
A wild tremble shakes you whole as he groans his words, and remnants of the sweetness he shared with you moments ago go down your throat as you swallow thickly. Your eyes are fixed on his raging cock, craving it sheathed within you instead of his teasing finger, but knowing all too well that you'll have to wait a bit longer for it to happen.
He picks up the can of cream again, shaking it lightly while offering you a suggestive smirk before pulling out his finger and spurting some over your cunt, an action that causes your thighs to tense up and a gasp to leave your throat when he swiftly positions your legs over his shoulders to engulf your pussy into his greedy maw.
He hums with bliss as his fat tongue laps up the thick melting sugariness and traces every dip and every angle with incredible care, one of his big hands darts out to encircle his veiny length while the other is reaching out to caress your contracting tummy.
His name moves past your lips in a broken whine, and your fingers thread through his soft golden hair as he delves deeper into your heat.
His strokes quicken around his shaft and his jiggly hips thrust erratically against the mattress, he's enjoying himself immensely, hearing your erotic whimpers and feeling your stimulated body under his brute strength are driving him closer to orgasming.
_ "Taishiro, not too deep please!" you yelp a plea as his tongue rams you faster, knowing all too well that you will not last much longer if this continues.
_ "I can't help it honey, you're too yummy for me to stop." he murmurs playfully, indulging in the sweetness exuding from you as he flicks his tongue up and down on your pulsating clit.
Your grip on his hair tightens and your blurry eyes squeeze shut as his words vibrate against you.
It's hard to hold on any longer and he knows it, he knows you well, understands your needs and desires and happily fulfills them each and every time, "I'm cumming! Taishiro don't stop!" and hearing you utter these words is music to his ears.
He does as instructed, ravishing you fervidly until you're spasming with intense pleasure that messes with you whole, and only halting when you finally fall limp underneath his persistence while pulling on his locks feebly.
Gasps for air, followed by satisfied sighs leave your throat and fill the already warm space surrounding you. Your eyes are finally focused and ears have stopped ringing just in time to hear him speak, "thank you for the delicious meal love, are you feeling alright?"
He sits up as he speaks, licking his lips and swallowing your essence with a content hmm before lowering your legs gently. His sweet smile is brightening his face again as he reaches out for another strawberry to pop into his mouth while awaiting your response.
_ "Kiss me Tai.." you're in a haze still, have barely comprehended his question while your eyes are fixed on the vibrant red disappearing behind his teeth.
He chuckles lively, running a tender touch along your sides and wrapping his plush arms around your waist before pulling you flush to his snuggly chest, "anything for you princess."
Remnants of the distinguished taste carried by your lover spread through your warm tongue as your lips mold sloppily together, addicting, intoxicating, an unusual mixture of fruit freshness and sultry slick.
His large hands ground your incredibly smaller body on top of him, holding and swaying you effortlessly like a ragdoll.
His long beefy cock rests proudly on your tummy, rubbing against you in a show of how deep he'll be sheathed inside you a moment later.
Your lonely cunt squeezes around nothing as warmth starts polling in the pit of your stomach again, your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders and arms, while your hips thrust lightly against him in a futile endeavour to feel him nearer.
_ "So you're ready for me babe?" his lips leave yours and slide down your chin, jaw, neck and collarbone, trailing butterfly kisses along the way and savoring the sweetness upon your skin.
_ "Yes Tai, please don't make me wait any longer." you whimper shamelessly, squeaky voice quivering and hot breath fanning over his face as it leaves you.
He smirks amusingly while helping you up on shaky knees and aligning his enormous shaft with your tiny expectant hole before lowering you on himself carefully.
_ "Fuck! I'm barely in and I'm already losing my mind," he hisses eagerly, almost painfully as your sopping walls squeeze him hard, "relax gorgeous, let's do it slowly."
It's taking everything in him not to plunge you roughly on his dick, but you're eager for more, you want him deep into your core where he belongs, if only he would allow you to take him all in already.
_ "Taishiro, I don't want it slow, please.." you claw at the large hands cradling your butt cheeks, rolling your hips impatiently while whimpering each word.
_ "As you wish princess."
Your eyes pop out of your head and your breath gets caught in your throat as he plants you mercilessly on his penis, the smooth head kissing your cervix with one single thrust before retrieving to the tip as he easily picks you up again.
His husky growls are mixed with your broken moans as he slams into your heat repeatedly, setting an unforgiving pace like you've requested.
_ "Would you look at that, I can clearly see myself moving inside you babe, can you feel me? Right here." his warm palm covers the bulge peering under your flesh, while the other engulfs your bum more securely to bounce you harder on the shaft reaching your gut.
_ "I can.. I can feel you so.. so deep inside." you place a shaky hand on top of his own as words leave your mouth in a slur, the thrilling sensation of his veiny cock rubbing against your insides is heavenly, a sensation that's building up gradually in every fiber of your being.
_ "You're so warm and tight, I want to fill you with everything I've got." he latches on to your neck as he groans, sucking on the soft skin right below your ear.
You can tell he's nearing his own release from the throbbing stiffness grazing your walls erratically, "do it Tai, cum inside me." you're close as well, striving to reach a blissful high together with him.
His long thick fingers slide down your belly and attain your tender clit, caressing the delicate cherry slowly while his thrusts maintain the same momentum.
A sudden gasp escapes you at the added stimulus, and a mumble of unintelligible utterances flow past your lips as the second wave of heat washes over your body and provokes an uncontrollable tremble that shakes you like a measly leaf in his titanic hold.
_ "That's it, that's my girl.. ah fuck! I'm cumming too.." the sound of his voice is rough, and his lunges are somehow harder and deeper than before.
You melt in his big chest and give in to the exhilarating sensation of being filled with his creamy seed, sloshing noises echo off the walls as he thrusts the overflowing semen back into your overstimulated core before finally coming to a halt with his cock still buried deep within you, "that.. was fun.." his eyes follow the half empty can of cream and the couple of strawberries left on the plate, while an innocent chuckle follows his words and a gentle kiss is placed on top of your head as you both strive to catch your breaths, "are you feeling well sweetheart?"
_ "Hmm yeah.. I'm tired though.. and sleepy." your eyes are slowly closing, and your body is already melting against his own.
You wish you could stay that way forever, in his affectionate embrace, safe, protected, and loved.
_ "You don't need to lift a finger gorgeous, I'll take care of everything."
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nights-legacy · 2 months
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What Agreement?! - Bakugou x Reader
Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2
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+ You and Bakugou had been close ever since 1st year. After graduation, you two stayed close. From working at the same agency to being with each other's go for almost everything. Save for the few things he only shares with Deku and Kirishima. You thought from how personal and soft he sometimes acted with you, that he shared your feelings for him.
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Y/N's POV
I sighed as the train ride seemed to take forever. I could hear the whispers and clicks of people's phones from both sides of me. I ignored it, having got used to it over the past couple of years. Finally the train made it to the station and I quickly got off while dialing my phone.
"Hello?" Mina chirped on the other end.
"Hey Mina. Sorry I'm late. I'm just a few blocks away so I'll be there in a few minutes.
"Great! I was starting to wonder. But Y/N, to have is something you should know. Kat..." The sound of some fangirls coming towards me caught my attention.
"Damn. I thought they were going to leave me alone. You'll have to tell me later Mina. I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone.
After about 10 minutes, I was able to slip away to get to the party. I walked a few blocks to the restaurant. I was greeted first by Sero outside who was out for a smoke. I found Mina next who as soon as she saw me, she looked panicked a bit.
"What's wrong Mina? You look like you've seen the worst thing in the world." I chuckled. "Where's Bakugou? You mentioned him."
"Not the worst for me but for you maybe." I gave her an amused but curious look.
"Okay now you have to tell me." We walked into the actual room for our party.
"Well let's just say, um... Katsuki..." I listened to her until Katsuki's voice caught my attention. I quickly zeroed in on him, only for my stomach to drop by what I saw. Katsuki was standing across the room next to Kirishima. Kirishima wasn't the deal, it was Katsuki's arm around some girl I've never seen before, shoulders. "Yeah that."
"He has a... date?"
"Yeah. I tried to warn you on the phone. I'm sorry."
"I, um... That's fine." I stuttered.
"Y/N?" Katsuki looked over at that moment and saw me. He waved me over.
"I'll talk to you later, Mina." I walked over to the three standing there. Kirishima and I swapped greetings before he gave me a sympathetic smile and walked away.
"Y/N. This is Maya. My girlfriend. Maya,  this my best friend Y/N."
"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand. "Wow Kats. A girlfriend. I had no idea."
"Yeah. We wanted to keep it on the down low from everyone until we got more comfortable With each other."
"Oh that makes sense. Especially with our crazy friend group." I forced a chuckle. Plus, to prove my point Denki screamed something across the room before the lights flickered.
"Spark plug..." Kat muttered. Maya giggled and set her hand on Kat's chest. My throat closed off at seeing how close they were. Kat still didn't like us touching him outside a high five, a shoulder touch, or back slap even after all these years.
"Well, I'm going to greet a few of the others. It was nice meeting you Maya."
"It was nice meeting you too!" She said sweetly. I smiled and walked away. I could feel my eyes stinging as I walked towards a blurring figure with purple hair.
"Hey there Stormy." Shinso greeted me softly. I wiped my eyes. I looked up and he gave me a sad smile. 
"Hi." I greeted. 
"Come here." He held out his arm. I settled into his side and he hugged me tight. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was bound to happen."
"Yeah. But we all thought it would be with you." He said softly. "Rooting for it actually." 
"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint."
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As the weeks went by, Kat invited me out to hang with him in Maya. I went most of the time but eventually I started to distance myself from him. Kats kept calling to hang out but I made every excuse to say no. I even started to pair up more with other heroes for shifts.
"Okay. I'm heading out for the day." I said as I packed up my stuff. I stood up from my desk and grabbed my bag.
"See ya later." Sero said while saving over his shoulder. "Oh by the way. Katsuki is getting real antsy about why you've been avoiding him."
"I haven't been avoiding him. I've been avoiding ... them, together." I admitted. He sighed and turned to me.
"Y/N, babe. I know seeing him with someone hurt but he is still my best friend. You keep acting like this, you're going to hurt him."
"I know." I plopped down in my chair. "It just hurts seeing the man I'm in love with with someone else. I mean it was bound to happen but I didn't think... I mean, Kat never showed interest in dating much, ever."
"I know. It took us all by surprise. Even Deku."
"I just can't stand the sight of them being all lovey. It's like a knife to the heart thrice times over."
"Um... Y/N."
"And I'm so in love with him that I don't know if I can get past this."
"Y/N..."
"I can't help but love him, Sero." I said before looking up at him. He looked a little pale and gave me an apologetic smile. I gave him a confused look.
"You what?!" A familiar voice snapped from my right. I quickly looked to see Kat standing there with a confused glare.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" I panicked, looking at Sero.
"I tried!" I looked back at Kat and he stood there with his cams crossed.
"Kat."
"Explain." He said in a condescending tone. The tone made me a little upset. And hurt. I looked away and got up.
"I'm leaving." I walked towards the elevator.
"Oh no you don't." He snapped and followed. I rolled my eyes and covered him in fog so he couldn't follow.
Later that night, I was sitting on my couch watching some TV. There was a familiar knock on the door that made me freeze up. I looked at the foyer before getting up. I walked to the door and opened it.
"Really? Fog?" He said unimpressed.
"Worked didn't it." I said. He rolled my eyes. I went to close the door.
"Wait!" He put a hand on the door keeping it open.
"Kat, I can't do this right now."
"Y/N. Please let me in. We need to talk." He said quietly, trying to hide the fact that he was pleading.
"I don't want to." I started to close the door again.
"It wasn't real!" He shouted, panicked. I paused and reopened the door.
"What wasn't real?" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I finally noticed how disheveled he looked, like he had gotten dressed in a flurry and his hair was entirely out of place.
"The relationship with Maya." He said. I was silent for a minute.
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. He bit his lip. "Get in here!"
"Okay." He stepped in and kicked off his shoes. We walked in farther.
"Explain!" I snapped.
"Maya and I made this little agreement."
"Agreement?"
"Yeah um."
"So you lied to everyone?" I said in disbelief
"Well, yeah." He said. "But..."
"Katsuki!" I scoffed. I was pissed at him. "Why would you do this?! This isn't like you. You don't lie!"
"I know but..." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I just can't believe you would do this and..."
"Will you just listen to me?" He snapped. I looked at him only half surprised.
"Yeah, yeah." I nodded. He sat down.
"I did it because I thought it would make you jealous and if you had feelings for me, you would speak up or do something. When you didn't I figured you didn't have feelings for me." He sighed heavily and sat back on the couch. "But then I heard you today."
"Shit. Right." I muttered and hugged myself.
"Maya agreed to help me and I shouldn't have done it but I did. It hurt us both in the end." He let his head fall into his hands. I had never seen him act like this, so it must really be bothering him. I sat down next to him. "I nearly caused myself to nearly lose another best friend. Again."
"You haven't lost me." I said softly. He looked over at me.
"I haven't?" I could see the doubt hidden in his eyes.
"No. I wasn't going to leave you. I just needed time to get past the fact you were with someone else. As you probably heard me say to Sero, I'm in love with you and it hurt to see you with Maya." I admitted. "I had to face it sooner or later but I wasn't going anywhere."
"Oh. Good." We sat there in an awkward silence. I was looking down at my lap. "Hey, look at me."
"What?" I looked up at him. He took a big breath. Cupping my chin, he moved in closer.
"Tell me to stop and we can go back to being friends." He said. There was a beat of silence before I pulled him in the rest of the way by his shirt. The kiss was the complete opposite then you would think coming from Bakugou Katsuki. It was sweet and longing when I thought it would be, well rough and hard.
"We are not going back to being just friends." I said when I pulled away. He chuckled and slithered his arms around my hips, pulling me close. He pulled me into another more passionate kiss.
"Fuck no." He said breathlessly.
"I think we need to thank Maya majorly. We owe her big time." I chucked.
"Oh she benefited from the arrangement too." I lifted an eyebrow in confusion and curiosity.
"How so?"
"She was trying to make the girl she likes jealous too. Except, it worked in her favor." He huffed and did his trademark Bakugou pout. I giggled. I looked up at the clock.
"Okay come on." I stood up, holding out my hand. He gave me a bitch face but took my hand anyway.
"What?"
"We're going out for something to eat." I pulled him up. "And you're paying."
"Fine but I get to pick the place." He smirked.
"Fine by me."
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star-light-imagines · 10 months
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Daddy? Pt. II
𓆩⟡𓆪 Includes- katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, neito monoma, mirio togata x reader. major fluff! surprised/flustered boys! time traveling daughters. bonus content.
𓆩⟡𓆪 Warnings- gn! reader. bakugo cussing. slightly implied mature content. making out. kissing. cuddling.
𓆩⟡𓆪 Word Count- 22,598
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Intro Scene *ੈ✩‧₊˚
*ੈ✩‧₊˚  I wholeheartedly believe if Bakugo had a daughter she would be a daddy’s girl. *ੈ✩‧₊˚
Part I |
Like Father, Like Son. Part I |
⤴ References in Bakugo's section made to fanfic listed.
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The wind howled as it rattled the falling leaves from the tree branches, the frigid cold air made the student’s skin bristle as they waited for instructions on their next training exercise. Class A & B both stood around the open field talking amongst themselves as they awaited the arrival of their teachers for the day. 
CLINK! 
CLANK! 
The students’ jerked their heads in the direction of the obnoxiously loud sound of mechanical parts grating against each other. Their eyes widened in a mixture of shock and amazement at the Villain Bots they had fought before making their way onto the open field to join them. All Might and Vlad King led the horde of combat training robots as they acknowledged the students with a simple wave of the hand for a greeting. 
Class A & B were focused as they thought about strategies they would use for their upcoming matches against the bots they had fought not only in the entrance exam, but the sports festival as well. Anticipation and adrenaline started to run rampant through their veins as All Might and Vlad King explained the exercise for the day and how the teams would be split up by work study groups to showcase what they had learned in their time working along Pro Heroes. 
“Yuga Aoyama, Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure! You three will start first!” All Might began. 
“Remember you have fought these combat testing robots before so this isn’t about just defeating them like you’ve done in the past. The goal of this exercise is to use what you have learned to take them down more effectively than before.” All Might announced eagerly, a small smile plastered on his lips as he looked out over the crowd of students. 
The students’ nodded their heads in acknowledgement as determination rose in each of them at his words, the drive to succeed lighting up their eyes. 
“GOT IT!” Mina exclaimed happily as she bounced on her toes. 
“Leave it to us!” Toru’s voice sang out. 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
The matches flew by quickly as each round of students easily captured and destroyed the Villain bots they were tasked with defeating. Class A & B both expertly harnessed the new techniques they had acquired over the last several weeks, showing just how much they truly improved since the beginning of the school year. 
BOOM!
Bakugo set off a huge explosion bringing down multiple combat bots at once before soaring back through the air to look for more. Todoroki and Midoryia each captured the last of their Villain bots with their quirks and destroyed them easily before All Might Clapped his hands loudly, signaling the end of the training session. 
“You all did great today! I can really tell how much you’ve grown! Go ahead and relax while the field is getting cleaned up.” All Might announced with a bright smile. 
The students cheered happily before they turned to each other to talk about the matches they had witnessed. Kirishima walked excitedly over to his explosive blonde best friend, he thrust a fist in the air as he called out to him. 
“Hey, Bakugo!” 
“Hm.” Bakugo grunted out in response.
“Are you good with winter now?!” Kirishima questioned in wonder, knowing how much he saw the boy rant about the weather. 
“No way, idiot! They were condensed shots, WINTER IS STILL CRAP!” Bakugo roared out in annoyance. 
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with his palm nervously as he listened to Bakugo rant about the cold weather, his eyes closed as he let out a deep sigh at his friend's personality before laughing it off. 
The students of Class 1-A & 1-B continued to talk to each other about the exercise they had just completed, gushing about their fellow classmates and the new techniques and ultimate moves they hadn’t witnessed before. They expressed their awe and support of each other as they gushed about the growth they had all experienced throughout the year. 
BANG!
The ground shook from below their feet and the air crackled in the silence that followed the deafening explosion.
Widened eyes darted fiercely around their environment , the students and teachers moved quickly into fighting stances as they surveyed the surrounding area for the cause of the loud disturbance as they prepared for an attack. 
A few moments of silence followed the echoed ringing of the deafening explosion, as the anxious adrenaline coursed through their veins started to dwindle down due to no visible threat surrounding them. 
“Really Bakugo?! Blowing up the Villain Bots wasn’t enough for you today?! You need to let out some more of your anger, ‘Rage Monster’?!”  Monoma yelled slyly while he looked around  for Bakugo.
“HAH!”
A deep scoff brought everyone's attention towards the explosive blonde who was off in the distance , already getting a head start to find the villain in the surrounding forest area. 
"Are you Stupid?! That wasn't my explosion, you copy/paste leech!"
“LOOK! There’s smoke coming from the forest over there!” Momo screamed while pointing to the treetops where a cloud of pink fog was lifting up into the sky. 
Everyone started to rush after Bakugo and into the forest prepared to fight off the unknown villain waiting for them. 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
They stopped at the edge of the slowly dissipating pink swirls of fog, Vlad King and All Might warning the students to step back as they stood on the front lines prepared to fight off the villain as soon as they made an appearance. 
The students strained their eyes to make out a figure in the thick fog as it started to fade into the air. Everyone was focused in a tense moment of silence, the jackhammering of their hearts echoed in their ears as the adrenaline coursed through their veins anxiously. 
Suddenly the fog disappeared, revealing.....
"What the Hell?!" Bakugo screamed trying to grasp the situation.
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"Don't cuss there are children here!" Iida Immediately scolded in response.
"Obviously there are children here four eyes! My question is, why?!" he angrily stated, annoyed.
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A four year old girl stood there stunned in shock, before her wide eyes glistened in fear and tears rolled down her round cheeks.
Surprised. At the sight of the small girl, everyone’s nerves calmed down. The building adrenaline had dwindled down as they tried to understand the situation in front of them. Bakugo’s hands twitched in annoyance as he tried to relax his body down from the prepared combat state he was in. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his next to release the tension that had built up in his muscles before grunting under his breath. 
Bakugo’s vermillion eyes glanced back towards the girl that was now being carried in All Might’s arms and gave her a once over. She was being comforted by the retired number one hero, who had managed to transform into his hero form long enough to make the fearful tears disappear. When the girl sniffled and reopened her bright vermillion eyes in awe to stare at the man holding her, Bakugo’s body jolted and tensed up at the sight in surprise. 
Bakugo felt like he was on fire and like he might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath his center, deep in the pit of his stomach. His senses were haywired as he took in the girl’s vermillion eyes that matched his own, his eyes widened as began to connect more familiar traits. The voices around him became static background noise to his mind, which was now filled with racing thoughts of the girl before him. 
The girl’s hair was the perfect shade of y/h/c, and her vermillion eyes that twinkled with happiness as she recognized the retired number one hero looked exactly like you. He kept watching her as he noticed how she would crinkle her nose as she giggled and how the beaming smile that lit up her face was the exact replica of yours. Bakugo could trace back almost every one of her features back to you as if she was a mini version of you, except for the traits that all too clearly came from him. 
She looks like she could be y/n & I’s daughter… 
His thoughts raced back to when his future son, Katsuro last visited the past and how he had briefly mentioned he had a younger sister. Bakugo’s eyes continued to study the girl while deep in thought, questioning if her sudden appearance could be another instance of a surprise love child he shared with you showing up. He knew deep down he couldn’t deny the similarities between you two, but he didn’t want to announce his thoughts until the teachers had finished talking to the kid. 
Fast and heavy footsteps stopped suddenly as two figures appeared at his sides, a firm hand gripped onto one of his shoulders effectively bringing him out of the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. His brows snapped together as he jerked his head angrily in the direction of the hand, Shoto’s stoic heterochromia mixture of gray and turquoise eyes stared back at him evenly. 
“Bakugo, congratulations.” Shoto complimented, a small smile forming on his lips. 
“For what?!” He barked out, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he scrunched up his face.
“On having a daughter.” 
“We don’t know if she’s -” Bakugo started. 
“She looks just like a miniature version of y/n! How could she not be your daughter?” Deku chimed in from his opposite side. 
“Yeah, and it’s not like you haven’t had a time traveling love child appear before.” Shoto agreed. 
“SHUT UP!” 
Bakugo fumed in anger as his voice thundered in the air, he drew his lips back in snarl as he glared at the two boys at his sides. The feeling of a small tug on the pant leg of his hero costume had caused him to whirl around, his eyes flared with furiosity. His body stiffened as he saw the figure of the small girl gazing up at him with wide eyes, her hand shaking slightly as she continued to hold on to his pant leg. 
Paralyzed. The air was weighed down with thick tension as a resounding silence set in over the students as they watched the Bakugo interact with the child. The girl continued to peer up at him, the smile that she had beamed at All Might had faded was replaced by a trembling lip. 
“Daddy?” She questioned, the tear streaked trails still visible on her cheeks. 
Bakugo’s heart sank to his stomach as he met her eyes, his skin burned hot while his body was so stiff with shock that when she addressed him as daddy he couldn’t reply. His mind went numb as he finally accepted the fact that his daughter did in fact come back in time just as his son did, and that she was standing in front of him. His mouth opened wide as he tried to speak the words he was thinking, but no sounds managed to come out. 
“Daddy? Are you mad at me?” 
“WHAT? NO!” 
He shouted suddenly as he reassured her that he wasn’t angry at her, his hands twichted slightly as they hung at his sides. Bakugo slowly reached down to pick up the girl and hold her in his arms. Her eyes searched his as she determined if he was being honest with her, after a moment of silence between them before the corners of her mouth turned up and she beamed a bright smile at him just like yours. 
The hushed conversations that had been taking place around him suddenly got louder as the curiously obnoxious students around him walked closer, crowding around him. The classmates each tried to get a good look at the girl in his arms as they were filled with excitement at meeting another future child of Bakugo’s. 
“OMG! SHE’S SO CUTE!” Mina gushed. 
“Why don’t you hug her like you hugged Katsuro last time?” Mineta slyly asked. 
“Don’t remind me about that!” She wailed. 
Bakugo let a chuckle escape his lips at the memory of the first time Katsuro had met his classmates. His chest rumbled from the vibration of his laughter as Mina whirled around and sent a cold glare in his direction. Deku peered around Bakugo to catch the young girl’s attention, a gentle smile formed on his freckled face as he sent a little wave in greeting. 
"Hello! I'm Izuku Midoryia, but you can call me Deku. What's your name?" ​​
Recognition dawned on the tiny face as her vermillion eyes hardened and she huffed puffing out her cheeks. She turned her head away from the dark green haired man in annoyance while the corners of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up in amusement at the complete rejection his daughter had given his childhood best friend. 
“W-Wha-” Deku stuttered out confused before being interrupted. 
“It’s okay, you can answer the lame nerd's question.” Bakugo chuckled, rejoicing that his daughter is not a fan of Deku. 
“My name is Akari Bakugo and I don’t like you!” She blurted. 
“A-AH! Did I do something wrong?” Deku anxiously replied. 
“I like my daddy more than you! He’s the best and he’s going to beat you!” 
“Oh!” 
“Hah!” 
“That’s right! I am the best, aren’t I Akari?” Bakugo boasted, a wide smile plastered on his lips.
“Daddy is my number one hero!” Akari cheered happily. 
I just met this girl moments ago and she’s already my favorite out of the two… 
Bakugo’s chest rumbled once more as he let out a deep round of laughter, the girl in his arms joined him as her giggles filled the air. His amused eyes softened as he glanced at her bright smiling face, a flush crept up his neck to his ears dusting them a dark shade of crimson as your smiling face came to mind. 
Kirishima wandered over to Bakugo and his daughter that still sat happily in his arms, His deep red eyes glanced at his spiky blonde friend with a deep grin plastered on his lips. He waved to the girl excitedly as he greeted her. 
"Hey Akari, I’m Kirishima but you might already know me as -” 
“Uncle Shitty Hair! Woah! Your hair is even worse now and than before!” She beamed excitedly. 
Bakugo couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips at his daughter’s words, he quickly tried to hide his laughter from Kirishima’s amazed glance as he placed a hand over his mouth. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised upward as they furrowed slightly in defeat, while releasing a lighthearted sigh. 
“I knew that was coming!” He grinned, shaking his head before glancing back towards his friend. 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Class A & B continued to crowd around Bakugo and his daughter as they gushed and complimented the girl in his arms. The riotous chatter quickly became tiresome as he got annoyed at the continuous questions and repeated comments thrown his way. 
“HAHA!” 
Monoma’s cackle rang out over the students' conversation, making them turn their heads in the direction of his voice. Once he was sure he had gotten the attention of the crowd, his laughter dwindled down and he narrowed his eyes at the explosive blonde. 
“I can’t believe a ‘Rage Monster’ like you would be so lucky as to have one kid, let alone two. However, I bet your partner is surely regretting it as they take after your appalling behavior!” 
Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, vermillion eyes burned with hatred as he glared at the copy quirk blonde haired boy who was still cackling to himself. A vein popped out in his neck as he clenched his jaw, a snarl formed on his face as he drew back his lips. Loud sizzled crackling emitted from his palms as he clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms as he formed a fist. 
Wide blue eyes glanced up to see the fuming blonde’s expression, he nervously backed away from him while he tried to form more sentences to ease his unnerved heart at the sight of the rage filled Bakugo he had enticed. 
“What?! Going to blow me up in front of your daughter just because you don’t like what I have to say?! What a good example you are!” 
Bakugo was about to lunge at him, with Akari in his arms before an army of voices stunned him into freezing where he stood. 
“SHUT UP!” Akari demanded angrily. 
“Monoma! What’s wrong with you?!” Kendo screeched. 
“BAKUGO IS A GOOD FATHER!” Kirishima barked out.
“Don’t talk disrespectfully about our classmate!” Tenya Scolded. 
“Dumbass! Shut up! You don’t know anything!” Jiro cursed out. 
He stared in disbelief at the rallied support he had accumulated as they all turned against Monoma, scolding him for his disrespectful and hateful words. He watched as kendo used her quirk to expand her first and hit the spot on the back of Monoma’s neck that always assured he would pass out quickly and easily. Her face grimaced with embarrassment as she held the sleeping boy and bowed her head in apology directed at him. 
“I’m so sorry about him! We’ve been trying to work on his attitude but it’s still a work in progress!” 
Having everyone defend him irked him a bit, but he could get used to that feeling of amazement he had...
“Heh. Whatever.” He scoffed, trying to calm down his own hatred that he was burning with just moments ago. 
“Hey, Akari! We are having a hot pot party tonight, are you excited?!” Ochaco gushed to his daughter, effectively changing the subject. 
The girl beamed in his arms, her tiny fists raised into the air happily before a bitter wind rushed by the crowd of students. A shiver rippled through her body as she lowered her arms and wrapped them around her father’s neck, moving her head quickly to his shoulder to shield her face from the cold weather. 
“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories! Young Bakugo we will need to talk later to get more information on why she’s here.” All Might announced suddenly catching everyone’s attention. 
Infuriated. After Class 1-A returned to the dormitory, Bakugo had sent a quick text to you in order to inform you of your daughter’s arrival in the past along with a selfie he had taken with her while they walked outside. The photo showcased his shit eating grin as his daughter had her arms wrapped around his neck and placed a peck on his cheek. 
The class had settled down around the lounge area, and some of the students had already started to prepare for the hot pot party that night. Bakugo’s eyes wandered to Akari as he watched from his seat on the couch, she twirled in Kirishima’s arms as her giggles bubbled around the room. 
His attention was broken from the precious carefree moment of his daughter playing as he heard the dormitory doors open, his eyes glanced in the direction to catch All Might and Aizawa walk in the building. 
Aizawa’s tired eyes met him in an even stare, before he surveyed the room his eyes stopped once they saw Akari who was being lifted like an airplane above Kirishima’s head. The teachers continued to walk into the lounge area, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gathered students as they did. 
“Hello, Akari! Remember me? My friend and I were wondering if we could ask you some questions.” All Might probed gently as he extended a hand out to the girl. 
“Um-” She Hesitated, her eyes searching the room for her father. 
Bakugo rose from his seat quickly as he made his way to the worried girl, once he was her eyesight he watched as her shoulders instantly relaxed and he stepped closer to place a hand on her head purposely ruffling her hair with his fingers
She peered up at him with an adorned and love filled gaze, her vermilion eyes twinkled brightly as the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Bakugo’s own expression had softened at the sight of his daughter, his mind had felt relaxed and at peace whenever he would catch a glimpse of her over the last hour or so since she had appeared. He couldn’t help but think of you whenever he looked at Akari, the similarity was remarkable between the two of you. 
“Yes!” Akari answered confidently before being led to one of the couches. 
His phone buzzed in his pocket wildly as he picked up the girl who was struggling to climb up the couch on her own. He sat down with a deep sigh as his muscles relaxed instantly and he placed Akari into a sitting position in his lap, his other hand lazily pulled the phone out of his pocket. 
Your name illuminated the screen as the request for a video chat continued to buzz, he accepted eagerly and watched as your face appeared swiftly onto the phone screen. His other hand wrapped safely around his daughter’s waist to ensure she wouldn’t fall from his waist. 
“Our daughter is there?! How?!” Your warm voice radiated from the phone. 
“Yeah, do you want to say hi?” 
“Of course I want to say hi!” 
Bakugo moved the phone towards the bubbly girl who was desperately trying to peer at the person on the screen. An amused smile grazed his lips as he contemplated holding the phone out of her reach just to see her reaction before his expression softened and he smiled warmly down at the girl in his lap. 
“Hi sweetie! I’m so happy to see you! I’m sorry I can’t be there in person but I go to a different school.” You greeted and apologized sweetly as Akari came into view. 
“It’s okay! Will I be able to see you soon?” 
“Yes! Your dad and I will plan something so that we can all see each other.” 
“Akari is about to tell us what happened for her to show up here if you want to stay on the phone and listen.” Bakugo mentioned. 
“Okay! Don’t hang up on me Katsuki!” 
“Keh?! Why would I?!” 
“I know how you are when you get angry about something, you completely forget I’m on the phone and hang up on me. Remember when we were studying over facetime together and Kaminari kept knocking on your door until you got annoyed and-” 
“That’s completely different! That fucker needed to die for being so goddamn annoying!”
“Katsuki! Language!” You scolded. 
From across the room Jiro narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the electric blonde across the table from her, the brows on her forehead drew together as she whispered towards him while still trying to listen to the conversation going on between the couple. 
“Kaminari… You interrupted their study date?” 
“Yeah, I still remember the face he had when he yanked open the door.” He began as a visible shiver ran through his body and his face paled. “It was horrifying!” 
“That’s what you get for cockblocking him, idiot!” Mineta chimed in loudly enough to make Akari’s ears perk up. 
“How was I supposed to know he was having a Facetime date?! I just wanted to see if I could borrow some of his notes since I fell asleep in class that day!” 
Akari observed the students talk with a look of wonder in her eyes, before she turned her head back towards her father who was still grumbling to her mother over the phone. She tilted in her head before lifting a small hand up and poking her father’s cheek, a bright smile lit up her face once he instantly stopped talking and glanced down at her instead. He raised a brow questioningly as peered down at her, his eyes softening the longer he looked into her own as a pink dusted the tips of his ears at her poking his cheek. 
“What?” He huffed out. 
“What’s a cockblock?” She asked curiously. 
“H-HAH?!”
Bakugo’s body temperature dropped as he stiffened, the grip on his phone tightening while the color drained from his face. He could faintly hear you gasp loudly as well as a few other gasps from the surrounding classmates before the room went silent. A muscle tightened in his jaw as he slowly turned his head towards where he heard that expression being said from earlier. His pupils flared as he locked eyes onto the short boy who was trembling in fear, sending him a heated glare while clenching his fits that were twitching with anticipation of setting off an explosion his way. 
“AYE! Perverted runt, you’re going to-” 
AHEM!
Aizawa cleared his throat loudly while his tired eyes glowed a vibrant red, the messy raven black locks floated off his shoulders as he activated his quirk and sent a chilling glare to everyone in the room. 
"I think it's about time we start." Aizawa called out. 
Silence filled the air as the tension rose in the room, Aizawa and All Might sat stiffly on the couch as he motioned for Akari to start talking about what led her here. 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Aizawa scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while All Might sat beside him and listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before briefly mentioning her brother.   
"Katsuro and my cousin Suzume were going to the park to play and I really wanted to play with them! He didn’t want to let me join because he said I was too much of a baby, but daddy threatened him to take me or else he wouldn’t visit Uncle Deku for a month.”
“The last time Katsuro came here, I told him he should try not to visit anymore since it could cause issues in the future.” He interrupted suddenly. 
“Well-” Akari began. 
Bakugou raked his fingers through his hair as he processed the information being told by his future daughter. His eyes glanced tentatively toward Akari who had thrown her hands in the air widely to express her emotions while she talked. He smiled softly at his daughter as she continued to explain the situation, not noticing how lovingly he was staring at her. 
"When we got to the park he kept leaving me out of all the games they were playing and so I got mad and yelled at him…” Her head ducked downwards as she continued. “Then he told me someone who doesn’t even have a quirk yet like me shouldn’t try to play with older kids.” 
And here I thought he couldn’t test my limit any further when it came to me wanting to beat him up… 
I was wrong… 
“THAT LITTLE SHIT!” Bakugo snarled. 
“Katsuki, as much as I agree with you right now. Language!” You scolded through the phone. 
He grumbled with annoyance and he ran his fingers gently through Akari’s hair, twirling a strand around his finger as he urged the girl in his lap to continue where she left off.  
“I called him an angry pomeranian whose quirk was no better than a dollar store firecracker! All his friends laughed and so he ordered Suzume to send me away as punishment, at first she refused but he told her that if she didn't do it then she wouldn’t be able to be a part of his group anymore.” 
“Then she sent you here.” Aizawa stated bluntly while he rubbed his temple in frustration. 
“Yes.” She nodded. 
No. Now I’m going to kill that kid… 
How could he be so irresponsible when it comes to his little sister?…  
A whistle sounded through the air as Kaminari stood from his seat and walked carelessly towards the explosive blonde on the couch, a sly smirk etched into his lips as he mocked the boy. 
“Woah! He’s acting as much like a villain as his dad does.” 
“I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN ASSWIPE!” Bakugo roared, moving Akari to sit on the couch while he stood up angrily. 
“It sounds exactly like something you would do Bakugo.” 
“I would never send my little sister to the past, the little shit deserves what’s coming to him.” 
“What do you mean?” Mina questioned while tilting her head at him. 
“If my future self is just as enraged as I am right now, he’s going to regret being -” 
“A little shit!” Akari chimed in happily while throwing up her fists in the air. 
The tension that filled the air from earlier dissipated as resounding laughter that overtook the room. The students laughed at how excitedly she had repeated the cuss words from her father and a chuckle escaped past Bakugo’s lips before he could stop it, he placed a hand on her head as he ruffled her hair playfully. She looked up at him with an awestruck expression as she saw his softened features, the bright smile that caressed his lips and the relaxed eyebrows that were usually sharp and focused. 
“That’s right princess.” 
Bakugo picked up the girl in his arms once again as he pressed his forehead to hers and stared into her vermillion orbs. “I’ll bring down any runt that threatens you, even your brother got it!” 
“Yes Daddy!” She beamed before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him happily. 
“Oh Daddy… You hung up the call when you were yelling at the pikachu knockoff earlier..” 
“GOD DAMN IT!”
Amazed. After you had arrived at the dormitory, Bakugo had taken over the job of recutting and proportioning the vegetables Shoto had brutally diced while you entertained the bubbly four year old. All Might insisted on having you over for the hot pot party and even managed to get you a visitor pass for the next few weeks depending on how long it takes for Akari to go back to the future. 
His eyes wandered over to you, Akari sitting diligently on the floor in front of you as you lean down from your sitting position on the couch to brush through her hair. The way your hands moved effortlessly without a wasted movement as you began styling the girl’s hair made him stop moving to observe. 
Akari had requested for him to style her hair into pigtails earlier that afternoon, however after three failed attempts of the pigtails being asymmetrical and Toru’s non-stop laughing she had fired him from the job. He watched you effortlessly pull the hair on one side of her head into a hair tie to secure it into place, before quickly moving to the other side of her head. You made it look so easy as he watched you gliding your fingers through Akari’s y/h/c hair. 
A line appeared between Bakugo’s eyebrows as he closed his eyes for a moment to think about his failed attempts from before. When Akari had asked him excitedly he didn’t think it would be too much of a hassle for him, something as straightforward as putting hair into place should be easy for him. Yet, even after watching tutorials and Mina assuring him of the steps, he still failed. 
Your hands gently finished the styled hair off with two ribbons as Akari’s giggles filled the room. Bakugo’s vermillion eyes widened slightly in amazement at how symmetrical and neat the girl’s hair looked compared to when he had tried earlier. 
You made it look so easy…
Wait, there’s no way I’m as bad at styling hair as Shoto is at cooking right?...
A tiny tug on his shirt broke Bakugo from the racing thoughts that plagued his mind, his eyes peered down to see the beaming smile etched into his daughter’s lips. Her eyes twinkled with happiness as she bounced on her toys at his side, her styled y/h/c hair gracefully flowing by the sides of her face as she did so. The black and orange ribbons that were skillfully shaped into bows at the top of the girls pigtails caught his attention, and his eyes softened as he smiled down at his daughter. 
“Daddy! Look! The ribbons are like your hero costume!” She cheered. 
“I see that princess, you look beautiful.” 
The ends of the ribbons danced gracefully through her hair every time she moved and she happily went around to the classmates as they continued cooking to show them the masterpiece you had created. 
“AWE! How cute! You must really be a fan of Bakugo! ” Ochaco gushed. 
“Yes! Daddy will always be my favorite hero and I want to be just like him!” 
“Did you hear that Bakugo?! It must be nice to have your first fan.” Kirishima laughed. 
“She’s my daughter! Of course she’s a fan of me, Shitty Hair.” 
Bakugo’s eyes drifted back to where Akari was running back towards where you were on the couch, a bright smile still lit up her face as she jumped into the spot beside you. The black and orange ribbons caught his attention once more as a small smirk formed on his lips. 
 I’m definitely going to get her a mini version of my hero costume…
He made his way over to the couch that the two of you were currently sitting on while you scrolled through Youtube videos for Akari to watch. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, as you immediately relaxed into his warm touch. You tilted your head back as you glanced at the spiky blonde boy towering over you, his soft expression making your heart flutter in your chest. 
“How did you style her hair so quickly?” He questioned as he moved his fingers to run through your hair. 
“Well I used to style my own quite a lot growing up so I still remembered it. Plus, my classmates will ask me to do their hair for them from time to time.” 
“Hm.” He mumbled under his breath as his eyebrows furrowed. 
“You know if you want to learn, you can practice styling my hair while I walk you through the steps.” 
“As if I need help! It’s not hard, I just wasn’t used to doing it.” He grumbled as the tips of his ears dusted with a tint of pink. 
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as you quickly tried to hide your amusement by covering your mouth with your hand. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you closed your eyes in hopes of not meeting his irritated eyes as they shot back down at you. 
“I am going to practice on you though, so after the party be prepared because you aren’t leaving until I’m better than you!” He boasted. 
“What?!”
“Why are you so shocked? You did offer for me to practice on you, right dummy? Your hair is longer than mine so it just makes more sense for me to use you.” 
“Yes, of course! I can’t wait!” You laughed out while reaching a hand upwards to caress his cheek. 
“BAKUGO! Did you forget that you are supposed to help with the cooking?!” Tenya called out from the kitchen. 
“Yeah Bakugo! If you don’t help you aren’t getting anything and we will give extra portions to y/n and Akari instead.” Kaminari chimed in.
“SHUT UP!” Bakugo growled, his eyes flashed with anger as he turned towards his classmates. “I was only gone for a moment you Idiots! You are all just worried because you can’t cook to save your lives!”
Amused. He had noticed over the last few days of Akari being at U.A. that even though she didn’t act exactly like him like his son Katsuro did, her personality was still influenced heavily by him. Bakugo loved the fact that his daughter is a daddy’s girl and absolutely revels in the fact that he’s her favorite hero, he couldn’t help the prideful smile that would take over his lips every time she cheered him on. 
The day had come where the work study students had to commute to their assigned agencies, Akari tagged along with Bakugo and the others since she would be able to stay in the dorm rooms Endeavor provided for the employee’s. 
The agency was loud and bustling when they had arrived, employee’s were fast paced and rushing around the building as they worked barely even sparing a glance at the three students and the child. Akari’s eyes widened in wonder as she glanced around the building as they walked to the office, her tiny hand clasped in Bakugo’s to keep her from wandering off.  
Endeavor jerked his head in the direction of the door as it opened, documents still held tightly in his hands as he watched his son and the other work study students walk into the room. The additional appearance of a child immediately caught his attention and his turquoise eyes narrowed as he studied the girl walking beside Bakugo hand in hand.  
“Bakugo, another one?” Endeavor questioned. 
“Does that surprise you Old Man?” He taunted and cocked his head in the direction of the girl beside him. “This is my daughter, Akari.” 
She waved at him in greeting before her eyes glanced around the office once more, the corners of her lips turning up as she smiled to herself. 
“Hm. How did she get here?” 
Tsk! 
Bakugo’s jaw clenched as he replayed the memory of Akari explaining how she ended up in the past. He lowered his head in anger as he glared at the floor beneath his feet, his hands tightened into fists before he shoved them into his pockets. 
“Katsuro-” He grumbled before being interrupted. 
“Didn’t Aizawa warn him to stop making trips to the past after the last visit?” Endeavor interjected harshly. 
“Yeah, but -” 
“I guess your future self can’t seem to manage his own children.” 
“FUCKING LET ME TALK YOU ASSHOLE!” Bakugo roared out in frustration. 
“Essentially, his son Katsuro had forcefully sent Akari back in time.” Shoto briefly explained while Bakugo’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm his angered breathing. “Bakugo, have you noticed how long they usually stay in the past?” 
“They are my kids, Icy Hot! Anything you would notice I would notice first, got it?!” 
“Right, well I noticed that Katsuro would stay in the past for 1 to 2 weeks and it’s already been about a week since Akari arrived so she should be returning soon.” 
“Woah! That’s a good observation Todoroki!” Deku agreed while his eyes lit up at the information. 
“Whatever!” Bakugo mumbled out in Irritation. 
Every time that half and half bastard speaks I want to punch him… 
I already knew that information, the ones who didn’t realize the pattern would be idiots…
Endeavor's eyes drifted back towards the girl while Bakugo and Shoto bickered voices turned into background noise. Akari walked confidently over to his desk and peered up at him with bright shining eyes and a smirk playing on her lips. 
“Do you need something child?” 
“So you are the current number one hero, Old Man?” Akari questioned in a mocking tone. 
“Yes.” 
“You seem like a jerk!”
Akari’s hand was still raised in the air from when she pointed a finger and accused him of his bad personality as the bickering from moments ago suddenly stopped and the room turned silent. 
The silence was quickly replaced by puffs of laughter that escaped Bakugo and Shoto who were desperately trying to hold back their amusement at the interaction. Deku anxiously tried to shush the boys from laughing too hard while timidly glancing back and forth between the number one hero and his friends. Endeavor sighed while moving a hand to rub at his temple from the growing headache he was experiencing, his eyes flared with annoyance as he sent a pointed glare in Bakugo’s direction. 
“It seems a delinquent can only raise more delinquents.” 
“At least my kids actually like me!” Bakugo sneered in response to his jab. 
Endeavor narrowed his eyes before glancing towards Shoto briefly, he opened his mouth to respond but the sound of a hand hitting his desk suddenly had stopped him before any words came out. Akari’s palm was still flat on the desk from where she had slapped the wood as she challenged the hero sitting in front of her. 
“My daddy is going to surpass you and become the number one hero! Just wait and see!” She boomed as her eyes lit up passionately. 
Yep, that’s definitely my daughter!
Fulfilled. On the night of the hot pot party, Akari had asked Bakugo and you how long it would take for her to manifest her quirk. The two of you had agreed that her quirk would appear at any time before or after she turned five years old but she seemed disheartened by the news. You and him had comforted the girl and explained that there was no need to feel rushed into manifesting a quirk, but Bakugo knew deep down that his daughter wanted to grow up quickly so her brother wouldn’t leave her behind. 
Akari and Eri played outside the dormitory while Bakugo watched from his seat beside you on the porch. Your head leaned against his shoulder as you yawned slightly and closed your eyes. A gentle breeze flew by and sent a shiver running down your spine before making you relax into his radiating warmth further. 
The girls continued giggles echoed into his ears as he took in the sight of his daughter happily playing with another child, his normally hardened eyes became gentle and his sharp eyebrows relaxed. Akari turned suddenly towards him and waved happily before whirling her body back around towards Eri, leaving him with a peaceful smile resting on his lips. 
Bakugo turned his head towards you and placed a quick and gentle kiss on your forehead before anyone else could see the act of PDA that occurred. Your eyes shot open in response as you quickly removed your head from his shoulder and looked up at him in surprise. 
“What was that for?” 
“I can’t kiss the person I’m dating?” 
“You don’t like to kiss me in public.” 
“I felt like it this time.” 
The heat rushed to your face as a blush crept onto your cheeks at his intense gaze that lingered on your lips. Your eyes lingered on his before slowly drifting down to his lips in anticipation, he leaned closer as he slowly advanced towards your lips. 
“You got a problem with that?” He breathed the question as he ghosted over your lips. 
“N-No-” You stuttered out before getting interrupted by sudden cries that filled the air. 
Bakugo and you pulled away from each other quickly as his eyes darted around the area searching for Akari. When his eyes landed on the girl, he jumped to his feet and ran towards his daughter who was sitting on her knees in the grass while Eri stroked her shoulder with an anxious expression on her face. His feet landed harshly on the ground next to his daughter before he leaned down and pulled the girl into his arms, while ran towards the scene with a worried expression and comforted the anxious looking Eri. 
“What happened?” You asked Eri gently as Bakugo continued to hold Akari protectively in his arms. 
“We were playing, but then Akari said her hands were feeling weird and she was in pain.” 
Bakugo glanced down at his daughter with eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Your hands are feeling weird?” 
“Daddy, they are tingling and it won’t stop!” Akari sniffled out as she peered up at him. 
He reached his hand out to take hold of hers and felt the warm heat that was radiating off of them. The traces of sweat trailing down her burnt red palms caught his attention and the slight scent of caramelized sugar filled his nose. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced towards you and met your questioning gaze, he nodded his head in your direction as he answered your unvoiced questions. 
When he had manifested his quirk he had the same tingling feeling appear in his hands and he knew it wouldn’t dissipate until she had set off a couple of sparks to ease her hands that were building up heat. 
“Akari, try flexing your hands like this.” Bakugo instructed as he showed her what to do. 
“Will it make the tingling go away?”
“You’ll see.” 
Akari flexed her hands as she was shown a few times with her brows knitted together in  frustration, she bit her lip as she focused on the muscles in her hands and felt a jolt rush through her arms. Her palms lit up as crackles popped and sizzled from her hands, the tingling feeling dwindling down the more she used her quirk. Her vermillion eyes lit up as she glanced up at her father and you happily with a beaming smile on her lips. 
“I GOT MY QUIRK!” 
“Yes, you got your quirk!” You cheered with her as she continued to show off the small crackling sparks in her hands. 
“Daddy! I can really be just like you now because I have the same quirk.” 
“Princess, you can do anything.” Bakugo said gently before he placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair. 
“Now that you got your quirk, the first thing I want you to do when you go back to the future is beat up that little -” Bakugo started.  
“Bakugo! No!” You interrupted with a glare that he chose to ignore. 
“Beat up that little shithead! No one gets to talk down to you, understand?” 
“Yes Daddy!”
Depressed. A few days had passed since Akari manifested her quirk and the time seemed to rush by quickly as you and Bakugo took care of the girl in between classes and work studies.  Occasionally you two would switch off in rounds of who Akari would stay with for the night since you both attended different academies, however you had persuaded Aizawa into letting you stay over that night due to Akari’s pleading to fall asleep beside the both of them. 
Kirishima and Mina chased the girl around the lounge area as her giggles filled the room, Bakugo’s eyes drifted towards the group as he lazily slung his arm over your shoulder and yawned. 
“Are you tired? I know you usually go to sleep early.” You questioned as you extended a hand towards his face and trailed your fingers over his sharp knitted eyebrows. 
“I can stay up a bit longer. Also, I feel too comfortable beside you right now to move” He grumbled out tiredly as he leaned into your touch. 
“I’ll be beside you in bed, you know.” 
His eyes darkened slightly as a playful smirk formed on his lips, his gaze intensifying as he saw your cheeks heat up with a scarlet blush as you realized this would be the first time sharing a bed together. 
“Are you trying to tempt me y/n?” Bakugo teased trying to push down the blush that was attempting to dust his cheeks. 
“N-No, I was just-” 
“Telling me to take you to bed?” 
“You know that’s not what I meant.” 
Bakugo rose from his seat suddenly and stretched his arms before he called Akari over to him. Your eyes widened at the quick change of mind he had, when just moments ago he was too tired to move from his spot. 
“Where are you going?” 
Bakugo chuckled at your anxious reaction as he shot a playful smirk over his shoulder. “Your seduction attempt succeeded in waking me up.” 
“I was not seducing you!” 
“Yeah, yeah whatever. Are you coming to my room or not?” Bakugo questioned as Akari ran to his side eagerly. 
“Yes.” You shyly replied with a flushed face from the teasing you had endured. 
Bakugo lifted the little girl and carried her with one arm while he extended the other hand out towards you. Your eyes glanced up at him questioningly but when no response came from his lips, you had taken his hand in yours and he effortlessly helped you rise from the couch. The two of you continued to walk hand in hand to his dorm room while he carried Akari with his other arm. 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
The three of you slept peacefully that night, cuddled together in the small yet comfortable space of his dormitory bed. Your eyes fluttered open as a bright light flashed into the darkness of the room, disturbing your peaceful sleep. 
Your eyes adjusted to the light as you blinked and lifted your head to process what was going on. Your sleep filled brain is having trouble processing the sudden information so quickly after being forced awake. When your eyes finally adjusted to the light that engulfed your daughter and the pink mist that started to appear around her body, your eyes widened in shock. 
Your hands hurriedly grabbed onto Bakugo and as you eagerly shook his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. After a few moments his eyes slowly opened and instantly glanced at the light and growing fog beside them. 
His expression fell at the sight before he peered down at you with saddened eyes, and you extended a hand towards his face to caress his cheek to comfort him. You knew how much he loved Akari and having her around the last two weeks caused him to grow attached to her more than you believe he realized. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly in a hug as he tried to stop himself from yanking the girl from the fog and waking her up so she wouldn’t leave. 
When the fog had finally disappeared once more, taking the girl back to the future, his head drooped as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. Silence filled the room as you continued to comfort him with gentle caresses and softly kissing his jawline and cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“No.” He mumbled out under his breath, the saddened tone causing your heart to ache. 
“Is there anything you need?” 
“Yeah..” He trailed off while he pondered over his words. “You. I just need you to not leave me right now.”
The hammering in your chest echoed loudly in your ears as you blushed furiously at his request. You continued to stay in his tight embrace focusing your thoughts on the gentle comforting touches you would leave across his skin. 
 His lips moved greedily in search of yours after you had placed a kiss on his cheek and leaned away for a moment, one of his hands moved from the tight grip around your waist to the back of your neck pulling you back towards him. 
His eyes closed once more as his lips hastily locked against yours as he passionately kissed you. The feeling was intense, so intense that you felt as if you would get lost in the heat and the sweet caramel scent that was radiating off of him. 
Sighs and moans passed between their meeting lips, filling the emptiness of the room, both you and Bakugo having to fight to not lose composure completely in the heated moment. Though out of the two of them, it was you having the harder time restricting yourself as you whined in displeasure when Bakugo pulled back for a moment to catch his breath. 
His eyes met yours as he peered down at you and the heated gaze suddenly turned somber once more as he looked up towards the ceiling sighing. “It gets harder each time I have to say goodbye to them.” 
“It’s not really goodbye, not truly. You’ll see them again in the future and then you’ll never have to say goodbye again.” 
“I don’t want them coming back again, I don’t think I can go through this one more time.” 
“I know and I have a feeling there won’t be any more trips.” 
“Akari looked so much like you, it left me speechless at how beautiful she was when I first saw her.” 
“Now you know how I felt when I saw Katsuro.” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his sleep tousled hair. 
“Let's go back to sleep, we have class in the morning.” He grumbled out after he took a glance at the time on his phone. 
“Do you want to talk some more?” 
“No, I’m just glad you were here because I think it would be harder for me if you weren’t.” 
“I’ll always be here for you Katsuki.” 
“Promise?” 
“Promise.” 
Confident. The rest of that night was warm and needy cuddles between you two as you both peacefully fell back into a deep sleep. The sun rose high into the sky and shined brightly through the crack in the curtains and lit up the darkness of the room, waking you up in the process as you groaned at the sunlight hitting your tired eyes. 
“I take it you're not a morning person?” A deep sleep filled voice roused out. 
You turned your head in the direction of the voice to see Bakugo sitting up in the bed beside you, his hair tousled messily as he rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. 
“I hate mornings.” 
Bakugo chuckled lightly as he reached a hand down to your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “That makes sense.” 
“Hmm.” You hummed in agreement before continuing. “How are you feeling?” 
“Better actually, sleeping next to you helps that's for sure.” 
“Haha, stop teasing me.” 
“I’m being serious, I actually feel better today. Remember what you said last night about it not being goodbye forever?” 
“Yeah?” 
“You're right I’ll see them again, and the harder I work the sooner I get to having a family with you.” He said confidently. 
“What do you mean?” 
“I’m thinking as soon as I hit the charts of the hero board we should reward ourselves with a family.” 
“Katsuki!” You said playfully as you slapped his chest. 
“What? You want to have kids before then?” He teased. 
“We need to get married first.” 
“Who said we weren’t?” He replied as he peered down at you with a smirk on his lips. 
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。・:*˚:✧。 Bonus Scene:
“GET OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!” Akari barked out at the dark green haired boy as she imitated her father. 
“Woah! Mini Kaachan!” He exclaimed as he took in the girl’s appearance. 
“I said move it loser!” Akari ordered again. 
Deku moved out of the way nervously as he watched Akari and Bakugo walk into the lounge area, Bakugo threw a proud look over his shoulder as he passed him with a shiteating grin etched onto his face. 
The students in the lounge area immediately stopped what they were doing to focus on the costume-clad daughter of Bakugo who walked into the room with a proud smile on her lips at her first attempt of imitating her father. 
“OMG! THAT’S ADORABLE!” Mina exclaimed at the sight of Akari in a mini version of Bakugo’s hero costume. 
“Bakugo Cosplay?” Sero questioned in amazement.
“What should we call you Akari?! Mini Lord Explosion Murder?!” Kirishima gushed watching as the four year old showed off her costume. 
“No! I’m Princess Explosion Murder, get it right Uncle Shitty Hair!” 
“AH! Of course, my bad!” 
Akari climbed up on the coffee table suddenly in order to feel more equal in height to the students around her in the room before she continued talking. 
“I’m going to beat all of you extras and become the number one hero!” She exclaimed loudly. 
Bakugo leaned his back against a wall as he watched her in pride, the grin plastered across his face never dropping. The sight of his daughter in his costume was even better than he imagined and watching her imitate him was the best thing he could ask for to make his day. His thoughts trailed off as the loud and rowdy students laughed and gushed at Akari’s attempts at Bakugo cosplay. 
I wonder how y/n would look in my colors…
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Eijiro Kirishima:
A five year old girl stood there before them, fear clearly written on her face as tears welled up in her eyes. 
Shocked. At the sight of the child, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation, Including Kirishima who breathed out a lengthy sigh of relief. He took another glance towards the girl that was now being comforted by All Might as he tried to use his hero form to show the girl she was safe. 
His body froze as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick inhale and exhale. The girl looked similar to him in too many ways for him to not be shocked by her appearance, each trait he found in the girl became more familiar to him the more he saw. 
The girl’s hair ran long and dipped below her shoulders, it was primarily black with one money piece section that framed her face being y/h/c shade. Her bright y/e/c eyes sparkled as she stared at All Might’s hero form, reminding him of you whenever you got excited about something. The little nose that he saw twitch as she sniffled and wiped away the remaining of her tears looked identical to your own. The smile that overtook the quivering lip beamed brightly up at All Might, a smile he believed originally belonged to him paired with cute little dimples on the side that matched your own. 
No one except Mina and you knew what he had looked like before attending U.A., so he knew that no one would pick up on the glaringly obvious traits he had pieced together so quickly. His mind raced for possibilities of how this could be possible, or if it was just a coincidence that a child existed somewhere who managed to look like a perfect mixture of you and him. 
She really looks like she could be y/n and I’s secret love child…
A hand slapped his shoulder roughly, breaking him from his thoughts as he turned his head in shock at the sudden attack. Mina’s furrowed eyebrows and questioning eyes greeted him along with you being pulled behind her, you looked just as surprised as him as he saw your eyes take another glance towards the girl. 
“Do you two have something to tell me?! Like maybe why there's a five year old girl who looks like your child in All Might’s arms right now?!” Mina whispered harshly as she tried to keep her observations from the other students. 
“N-no.” You stammered out still trying to process your thoughts. 
“We didn’t have a secret love child!” Kirishima whispered harshly back. “We are just as surprised by her appearance as you are.” 
“How is it possible that she looks so similar to us?” You questioned under your breath. 
Kirishima stared into your eyes as he felt a warm flush spread across his face at the thought of having a child with you. He tried to stay calm as his chest pounded wildly but he knew deep down there had to be a possibility of the girl being his daughter, his mind reeled from the conclusion it had jumped to.
Baffled. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful cheer filled the air. The girl had managed to see you and Kirishima once she had looked around at the students, her finger was high in the air as it pointed directly at the group that had been debating the child’s origins just moments before. 
“Daddy!” The girl shouted happily as everyone froze at her statement. 
Kirishima felt his classmate’s eyes wander over to him as they jerked their heads in the direction the girl was pointing. The blush that had been burning his cheeks had turned crimson as it crept to his neck and ears, blood rushing to his head at being addressed ‘daddy’ by a child he could only imagine his future daughter to look like.  
"Do you know this kid Shitty Hair?" Bakugo grumbled out as he questioned. 
He shook his head ‘no’ slightly in surprise, before he saw how the girl’s smile dropped at his rejection. Her lower lip quivered as tears shimmered in her eyes at the realization that the father she knew didn’t know who she saw, All Might nervously tried to make the girl smile once more before she started crying again. 
“Daddy?” She sniffled as she locked eyes with Kirishima. 
The weight of his guilt of rejecting her bore down on him, making his chest feel heavy and tight. He felt like he was suffocating under the pressure of his mistake because he knew deep down she was his daughter even if he didn’t know how or why she was there, he knew she was his. 
“I’m sorry, I was wrong. She is my daughter.” Kirishima blurted out as he extended his arms towards the girl in an invitation for her to come to him. 
The girl quickly managed to escape from All Might’s arms as she jumped down and ran straight to Kirishima, jumping into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. 
“Daddy, why did you say you didn’t know me?” The girl cried into his shoulder, letting the tears fall freely down her face and onto his skin. 
“I was just a bit surprised to see you here so suddenly, I’m sorry that was very mean of me huh?” 
“Yes! It was very mean!” 
“I won’t do it again, I promise.” 
“Pinky swear?” She asked cutely, finally lifting her head from his shoulder while extending her pinky upwards. 
He locked his pinky finger around her tiny one and repeated her words confidently. “Pinky swear!” 
Everyone watched the interaction between the two in shock and amazement at the developed information they had to process. Questioning glances were sent his way from his classmates as they tried to figure out what was going on and if the child was really his or not, while he just returned each glance he met with a nervous smile before anxiously turning towards you to see your reaction.
You smiled softly in return and placed a comforting hand on his arm to reassure him that you weren’t angry that he had claimed the girl without talking to you beforehand. In fact you were going to urge him to accept her just as he did when you saw how broken she looked at him rejecting her. 
"Kirishima and y/n have kids!?!?" Tetsutetsu bellowed loudly as he figured out who the other parent would obviously be. 
Chaos erupted as Kirishima wrapped his free arm that wasn’t holding his new daughter around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter with his other hand. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you proudly, not reacting to the chaos swirling around his newly formed family but instead mentally trying to process now having a daughter out of thin air.
Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Kirishima’s hand held you protectively to him. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. You two have been dating almost since the beginning of the year, but as you glanced up at him you believed this was the coolest you have ever seen him. He was so prepared to protect and defend you and this girl that he wholeheartedly knew was his daughter. In this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a real family. 
Tetsutetsu made his way over to the newly formed family as he admired Kirishima in awe, he bowed his head quickly before raising his head once more to lock eyes with the red headed boy. 
“You really are a man! I respect you for taking care of your family!” 
Kirishima’s skin burned from crimson to a scarlet shade at the honest compliment given to him by his class b counterpart. While you giggled at his side at how flustered Kirishima became from becoming a father. 
Vlad King managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories. "We are stopping classes here today while we investigate what is happening, everyone return to your dormitories.”
Fascinated. After comforting the girl at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from her. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for a five year old to understand and much less intimidating than when Vlad King had attempted to question the girl.Your ability to be calm and collected in this situation mesmerized him, was the sudden appearance of a child not as shocking to you as it was for him? He seemed to be the only one out of the two of you that was struggling to process the situation since every time she called him ‘daddy’ his mind would freeze out of joy and shock from the acquirement of the title. 
"My name is Emiko Kirishima!" The girl happily introduced herself to the students.
The sight of the girl’s bright smile and her eyes gleaming with happiness had everybody in the room beaming with joy as she quickly fit into your group of friends that were gushing over her cuteness. Her smiles lit up the room and eased the tension that had weighed on the student’s shoulders from earlier, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you watched her. 
And then there was Kirishima, sitting beside you on the sofa with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pulled you close and intertwined your fingers with his. You couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on your lips as you leaned into him, and he laid his head on top of yours. This was an unexpected turn in your relationship since neither of you planned on having a daughter so suddenly thrown onto you, but in this moment with Emiko laughing happily with the rest of your classmates and you two sitting together in peace it was a turn of events that you didn’t mind happening.
“She’s here because of me, well technically my quirk.” you stated nervously while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.
“What do you mean?” 
“You know how my quirk is time skip? I can go back or forward in time up to five seconds. Well it seems her quirk is a mutation from mine and she accidentally sent herself here after manifesting it.”
“Woah! It’s amazing that she has such a strong quirk especially when she just manifested it!” Kirishima boasted. 
“I bet with a quirk like that she will be a great hero some day, well if that’s what she wants to do when she gets older that is!”
You lowered your head as you grimaced at his praise of the quirk she inherited from you, feeling guilt take over your restless thoughts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your gaze trained in the floor beneath your feet before his voice broke you out of the self doubt that had plagued your mind. 
“Y/N-” He muttered under his breath with the corners of his lips turning downward. 
“Just because her quirk is related to yours doesn’t mean it’s your fault that she’s here.” 
“She doesn’t know how to use her quirk yet, so she won’t be able to get back home on her own and if I didn’t have this quirk I wouldn’t have passed it onto her and caused her to feel so helpless.” 
“Don’t say that. Your quirk is one of the many reasons we met and will someday have that beautiful girl over there, everything is going to be okay. We will get her back home, I promise.” He reassured you. “Look at her smiling and laughing with Kaminari right now, I don’t think she’s too worried about it either because she believes in us.”
“You’re right! I’ll believe in us too.”
When his eyes met yours, it was clear that he was filled with assurance. A gentle smile came across his face in response to the connection between you two. It was a moment full of warmth and admiration. Seeing this, you suddenly felt a wave of calmness wash over you. It was a state of mind that allowed you to let go of all your worries, doubts, and fears. It allowed you to feel safe in a world where no one could harm you. And for a brief moment in time, it gave you the impression that you were invincible. After all, what could possibly go wrong with  this great man and the person he thought so highly of? 
"I do not know what will happen in the future. But I want you to know that I will always try to keep you and our child safe." He said confidently.
“How chivalrous of you! Talking like that makes you seem very manly.”  
”Of course, I will never let anything hurt you or our family, no matter what I will protect the people I love."  
The words echoed in your mind as a small smile formed on your lips, your eyes softened as you looked at him with an affectionate gaze. 
"Then, I guess the only thing we can do now is take each day as it comes until we get her back home." 
He smiled back at her. "You're right, let's just enjoy the time we have together with her now." 
A sly smirk formed on your lips as you thought back to the statement he had so confidently a few moments before, your eyes gleamed and you fluttered your eyelashes gently in his direction.
"So you love me?" You questioned, repeating what he had said as a blush crept up your face. 
A deep flush quickly spread across his face, giving a distinct hue to it that was almost identical to the dyed color of his hair. Struggling for words, he stumbled trying to form an answer as his eyes widened in realization that he had admitted he loved you for the first time without thinking absentmindedly. 
"Um... No. Wait. That’s not..Um...I mean.."
“Try to breathe.” 
“No, It’s just… I wanted the first time I said I loved you to be more memorable than me just saying it in passing. I totally screwed it up.” He sighed as he lowered his head. 
You extended a hand out to lift his chin upwards once more so that you could look into his crimson eyes. 
“Well technically you haven’t answered my question yet, so you can do it now.” 
“I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you in my life. I love you y/n, and I would do anything for you to see yourself the way I see you.” His voice was full of awe as he confessed to you. 
“Kirishima..” His hand came up and brushed the tear that had slid down your cheek. 
“Y/N?” 
“I love you too, more than anything in the world!" You breathed out, your heart fluttering.
“Woah! Even more than our daughter?” 
“Okay, you might be a close second.” 
Enchanted. He watched you from afar as Izuku rambled beside him at the possibilities of Emiko’s quirk as how they can try to train her to use it well enough to get her back home. Aizawa had already informed him and you that he would look into her quirk and practice with her the same way he has been with Eri so that way they didn’t have to work on this alone. 
His eyes wandered back over to you as his concentration broke from the conversation, Emiko was practically attached to your hip as the two of you danced around the lounge to the music. Toru and Mina had suggested a dance party which ended up with the two of you joining happily as you twirled the girl around. Watching you so effortlessly dance and how fluid and graceful your movements seemed to be at the same time enchanted him, he knew you took dance classes when you were younger but he had never actually seen you dance. 
Amazement settled into his features as a slight blush dusted his cheeks while he continued to watch you, even when your tiny dance partner had missed a step you carried on with ease as you directed her in your movements. You glided around the sofas as you swiftly brought her along with you, your beaming smile making you look radiant as you twirled happily to the music. 
Emiko had almost tripped, but you caught her effortlessly lifting her up and twirling her in the air before placing her back down on the ground once more. Ochacho had almost bumped into the two of you when she wasn’t paying attention, but you swiftly moved out of the way while looking as if you weren’t dazed in the slightest. You truly were able to be in your element with your daughter and the music and caused a soft smile to form on his lips as he witnessed the moment. 
How did I get so lucky?
Kirishima’s thoughts were interrupted when a tiny hand suddenly waved in front of his eyes. You stood before him, Emiko held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Emiko’s hand was extended out towards him eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took the small hand in his. 
"I thought you might want to dance with us." you laugh.
“You were right, I do want to dance with you.” 
Emiko beamed as she pointed towards Shoto. "Can I dance with the boy over there too? He's really handsome." 
He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the air he breathed in. Kirishima’s face paled as his eyes widened at his daughter’s statement, before he sent a pointed glare towards the unaware classmate. 
This isn’t happening! It’s too early for her to find boys attractive! 
“Never.”
Panicked. He had barely caught the girl from falling off the bed that she had decided to use as a makeshift trampoline that morning. Her giggles continued as he safely placed her on the ground and tried to chastise her for her dangerous actions. When he had taken his eyes off of her a moment ago to finish getting dressed for the day the last thing he imagined when he took a glance back at her would be her tiny feet slipping into the air and her head tumbling downwards towards the floor. 
Adrenaline was still pumping as he tried to slow the fast beats of his heart. The panicked feeling faded as frustration bubbled over when he saw that the girl was still giggling happily over her actions. 
His thoughts raced as he touched the scar on his eyebrow, he quickly ran his eyes over the girl to make sure she hadn’t accidentally hurt herself during her dangerous attempt at playing before he knelt down and peered into her eyes seriously. 
“Emiko, you can’t act so dangerously! You could have gotten seriously hurt! How many times do I have to warn you about jumping on the bed?” He scolded. 
“I-I just wanted to play..” 
“I know sweetie, but you can’t be so reckless. I don’t want to see you get hurt and end up with scars like I have okay?”
“Okay…” She shyly agreed with her head lowered. 
“How about if you don’t tell y/n about this, I’ll give you Ice cream after breakfast?” He bribed the young girl, knowing all too well that you had already warned him not to take his eyes off her while she was on the bed. 
“REALLY?!” Emiko cheered happily. 
“Really!” 
“Okay! I’ll keep it a secret from y/n!” 
The sudden clattering noise of the door as it opened made Kirishima jerk his head in the direction of his dormitory door to see you standing there with your eyes narrowed and a sly smirk formed on your lips. 
“Keeping a secret from me huh?” 
“Wait, it’s not-” 
“Emiko!” You said sweetly as you attempted to tempt the girl into siding with you. “If you tell me what happened, I'll make you fudge brownies.”
“Deal!” 
“What!?” Kirishima remarked, shocked at how easily his daughter switched sides. 
“Brownies are better than ice cream!” Emiko replied innocently. 
“How did you know that would work?” 
“It was a guess, I’ve always liked brownies over ice cream too.” 
Disappointed. That night Kirishima returned from his hero work study from Fatgums agency he had plans to spend the rest of his time with you and Emiko, and for the most part he was able to fulfill those plans. He had made dinner with you, and watched movies with his daughter and even played with her for as long as he could before the girl was obviously too tired from the exhausting day and needed to go to bed. 
When the two of you had put the girl to sleep in his bed and began getting ready to sleep beside her yourselves, you had noticed that she had begun having a pink mist develop around her as it slowly formed into a deep fog like the one that had brought her here. Your eyes widened as you bright kirishima’s attention towards the fog, your eyebrows raised in shock as you could no longer see your daughter's figure through the fog that was covering her body. 
His heart sank as the god disappeared along with his daughter who had been laying on the bed moments ago. He never got to say goodbye to the girl before she left and that crushed him inside more than anything else. He wanted to be able to wish her good luck in the future and remind her how much he loved her before she disappeared back to the right timeline with the future versions of themselves waiting for her to return. 
She’s going to wake up at home and not know how much I’m missing her at this very moment. 
Maybe I should have stayed home from the work study this week just so I could have spent more time with her… 
Proud. The rest of that night was filled with tears and needy cuddles , as he refused to let go of your figure, half afraid you would disappear as well he didn't keep a firm hold on you. His tears finally stopped as he fell into a deep peaceful sleep, while you brushed away the remaining wet tears that rolled down his eyes.
The sunlight filled the room through the opening in the curtain as your eyes adjusted to the morning light, blinking away the sleep that had taken over you.
You look down to Kirishima's face that was nestled on your chest as his arms were wrapped securely around you in a tight embrace. His face was peaceful as he continued to sleep through the morning hours. You gently brushed some hair out of his eyes and behind his ear as he flinched at the movement , eyes slowly opening to take in your figure beneath him highlighted by the sunlight of the room.
"Good morning Kiri, how are you feeling?" You gently questioned while running your hands through his tousled sleep hair.
“A bit better than last night, that’s for sure.” 
“Really? That’s good.”
“Yeah, I realized something. I still have you and that’s all I need for now, because I know someday we are going to have a beautiful family again.”
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
。・:*˚:✧。 Bonus Scene:
Kirishima carried Emiko on his shoulders while he ran down the hallway towards the classroom, the girl giggling happily with her hands raised in the air to feel like she was on her own personal roller coaster. 
You watched from a few steps behind as you followed them, a soft smile on your face as you watched the two of them bond. 
“Hey daddy?” The girl asked suddenly as she stopped giggling and her face became more serious. 
“What’s up sweetheart?” 
“Will I be able to go to school here like Ryuichi and Ryuji are going to?” 
“Whose Ryuichi and Ryuji? Are they your friends?” 
“Oh right! I forgot that you don’t know about them yet, they are my brothers!” 
The air caught in your lungs as you choked viciously as you listened to their conversation. Finding out you had more children with Kirishima shouldn’t be that shocking considering you have a daughter that time traveled, but for some reason the sudden knowledge that  there were more kids you didn’t know just yet made your heart skip a beat. 
“Brothers?!” You exclaimed from the shock. 
“Yes, my twin brothers! Everyone says they are going to go to U.A. just like you two, but I want to go too.” 
“Emiko, did you forget that your quirk is related to y/n’s? I believe you can do anything you want in the future sweetheart.” 
“You really believe I could be a hero too?!” 
“Of course! You are our daughter after all!”
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Neito Monoma:
A five year old girl stood there before them, her hands clenched into fists at her side as she cautiously surveyed her environment.  
Alarmed. At the sight of the girl, everyone’s nerves had calmed as the adrenaline pumping through their veins dwindled down. However the presence of the child caused Monoma’s heart to pound louder in panic, struck with a feeling that something wasn’t right with this situation. He took another glance towards the girl who was now being questioned and comforted by All Might and Vlad King. 
Was no one else thinking that this child could be working with villains?...
His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight. His mind went into full alarm as he tried to process what he was seeing before him as he studied the girl. 
The girl’s hair was a warm blonde shade matching his own and the light y/e/c eyes were almost identical to yours, the only difference being the pupils were bright white just like his own. Her nose scrunched up cutely as she tried to calm down, just like he noticed yours would always do. The smile that lit up her face as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, even the laugh that escaped from her lips was a perfect harmony matching the one he listened to so often coming from you. This girl might have been a miniature female version of him, but he could easily pick out the traits he could trace back to you. 
Kendo was just as quick at piecing together the traits.
"Monoma, do you have a younger sister?" She curiously asked. 
Monoma was so perplexed at the appearance of the girl; he hadn't heard Kendo’s question at first, causing her to repeat herself for a second time. His thoughts raced as a worrisome thought echoed into the back of his mind, making his thoughts run haywire which he chose to try and ignore. 
His body was still too tense in order to respond properly, so he settled for simply shaking his head ‘no’ while his face twisted showing the crippling anxiety eating away at him. Monoma’s eyes nervously darted to find you amongst the crowd, once his eyes landed on you he had visibly relaxed his shoulders a bit and let out a harsh breath while Kendo’s eyes trailed after him to find what or who he had been searching for. 
You and Sesuna had been sending hushed whispers back and forth before you paused for a brief moment, the sudden feeling of being watched had the hairs on your neck stand up as you turned around and noticed his stare, waving happily in return. 
"The girl looks exactly like what I imagined y/n & I's daughter would look like." he whispered under his breath, barely above a whisper. 
Monoma still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to. 
Flustered. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a heavenly voice excitedly filled the air. The girl had managed to see you among the students, and ran past the two teachers that were questioning her as she happily rejoiced in your presence. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face smiling brightly at you in the same way you had grown accustomed to seeing Monoma's smile.
"Do you know this girl y/n?" Yui questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought as she peered at the girl's familiar appearance. 
You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back. The girl was too busy to pay attention to your conversation, much less your response to it as she looked around the crowd of students, eyes desperately searching for someone in particular. 
"Daddy!" The girl shouted suddenly as she left the embrace of your arms. 
The girl ran excitedly in the direction of Monoma and your heart fluttered at the sight, the pieces of the puzzle started to click together as you noticed how similar she looked to the boy she was running towards. Monoma’s eyes widened as he witnessed the small girl run towards him after addressing him as ‘daddy.’ He stood frozen in place, his face contorted into a mixture of fright and confusion.
She slowed to a stop as she stood in front of him after noticing that he didn’t immediately extend his arms out to her as you had. She tilted her head in confusion as she peered up at him, her arms raised expectantly as she waited. 
He visibly stiffened from the tension coursing through his veins, the tips of his ears turning bright red as a deep blush crept up his neck and to his cheeks. Upon seeing the girl peering up at him and her eyes sparkling with affection for him, his thoughts became muddled. He felt as if his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his skin, it was like an icy hand that gripped his heart and refused to let go. 
Monoma’s light blue eyes glanced from the girl to you, silently telling you his assumptions that this girl had to be their daughter. 
"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, her y/e/c eyes glossy. 
A jolt of electricity ran through his body, a sudden feeling of guilt overtook his heart as he saw the tears the girl had been holding back due to his inability to comprehend the situation. He reacted on impulse, not wanting to see the girl in front of him shed tears due to his slow thinking. He knelt down on the ground extending his arms openly for the girl, the deep blush still burning his skin as he waited for her to enter his embrace. 
She studied at him for a moment, questioning if she should before she wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head on his shoulder. She hugged him tightly as he lifted her in his arms carrying her protectively as he moved a comforting hand along her back. 
"Monoma and y/n have kids!?!?" Awase bellowed loudly.
“How sinful to have a child out of wedlock, to think someone in our class would have done something so inappropriate. I will pray that your sins be washed away!” Ibara condemned with harsh judgment etched onto her face. 
Chaos erupted as Monoma walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes widened as you tried to process all the questions being thrown at you and your boyfriend about the sudden appearance of the girl, your thoughts racing as you didn’t know how to answer their demands. He stood beside you, taking your hand in his as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in silence. 
Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Monoma’s free hand held yours. The comforting action made your heart somersault as your cheeks turned pink. Monoma still hadn’t said a word, only sharing a glance with you every now and then with a gentle comforting smile formed on his lips to assure you everything would be okay. 
“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories!” All Might announced suddenly, catching everyone’s attention. 
“Monoma, y/n! Don’t think this is over, we will be there later to get more information on why she’s here.” Vlad king demanded with a pointed glare thrown in Monoma’s direction.
Horrified. After returning to the dormitory, the chaos from before had settled down. You were able to comfort the girl easily and managed to coax out bits and pieces of information from her before the bubbly girl got comfortable enough to start introducing herself to the rest of your classmates. The way you were able to so easily care for the girl who had suddenly appeared into your life shocked him, he had been struggling over his plaguing thoughts on whether or not he would be able to be a parent for this girl and here you were taking everything in stride so effortlessly. 
“My name is Sayaka Monoma!” The girl happily introduced herself to the students who eagerly greeted her back. 
Monoma watched from afar, his mind still reeling as he tried to process being a father. His back leaned against the wall as he thought in silence, before you found yourway beside him. His light blue eyes glanced at you softly, as he offered a gentle smile that greeted his lips. The dormitory entrance opened suddenly to reveal Vlad King walking into the lounge, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room for the girl. 
Once his eyes had landed on the girl who was being twirled in the air by Shishida, he sent a pointed look towards Monoma and you before sighing and shaking his head. Vlad King motioned for Sayaka to sit down on one of the sofa’s while he prepared himself to investigate her appearance. 
“I think it’s time we find out why she is here, don’t you?” 
Monoma’s eyes drifted towards his daughter where he noticed her hesitating while walking towards the sofa. He quickly walked towards the girl and extended a hand outwards to her, which she eagerly intertwined with her own. 
“There’s no reason to be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Monoma reassured the girl as he led her to the sofa. 
“I’m not in trouble?” 
“Of course not, we are just curious as to why you're here, that's all.”
“Then why does that man look so scary?” 
“That’s just his face! If he’s too scary to look at you can just look at me instead.” 
“Hey I don’t look scary! Do I?!” Vlad King chimed in with his eyebrows furrowed. 
“You do look a bit intense, especially for a five year old sensei.” You responded while taking a seat on the other side of Sayaka. 
“Let’s just get this over with.” 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Vlad King scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while he listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before arriving on the campus forest. 
“My quirk is copy so I can copy other quirks and use them, just like my daddy!” She babbled, Monoma’s ears perking at the information. 
His eyes narrowed as he turned to whisper into your ear. “I have a bad feeling about where this is going.” 
“There’s this kid at school who has a time travel quirk and everyone always praised him so much just because of his quirk.” 
“I don’t like where this is going either.” You whispered back. 
“So I copied his quirk to show everyone it’s not so great!” 
The room was silent at the girl’s confession as they processed the information, tension filling the air as Monoma sighed heavily and lowered his head in his hands. The fact that his daughter had copied the quirk and used it to bring herself her was one of the worst possibilities he had imagined, if her quirk worked exactly like his then she would need to copy the quirk once more before she could go back home, and the worst thing was that the kid who had the quirk hadn’t been born yet. The only thing they could hope for now is if they could find someone with a similar quirk or if the quirk she had copied works on a timer and once a certain amount of time passes that she would go back on her own. Even the kid or his family managing to come back into the past and bringing her back themselves would work as long as she gets back eventually. 
“Monoma it’s okay, relax” You said as you rubbed his back gently trying to comfort him out of his restless thoughts. 
“How is this okay?!” He scoffed. 
“This is one of the worst case scenarios I ran through in my head, we may never be able to get her back home.” 
“We will get her home, I believe in us. So for now, let’s just focus on taking care of her okay?” 
“Are you really not worried at all?”
“Why would I be? I have you by my side, don’t I” 
“Ha, y/n I don’t know how you do it.” 
“Do what?” 
“Make me fall more in love with you everyday.”
Mystified. He watched you from afar, Kendo’s rambles about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.
His eyes wandered back over to you, Sayaka practically attached to your  hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Astonishment settled on his features, even when the girl had gotten in your way or when she had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.
Gilded around Sayaka to grab ingredients. Grabbed her hand and twirled her in another direction. She asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. Syaka starts to get impatient waiting for the timer to ding, you pull out frosting colors for her to help you choose how to decorate the cookies in order to keep her occupied. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.
How are you so amazing?
You don't have siblings and he’s never seen you babysit, but you were so naturally able to take care of the girl standing beside you. 
Monoma's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Sayaka held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Sayaka hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.
"My Love, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.
Sayaka beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"
He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The two of you had laughed at his response.
Proud. Two days passed since Sayaka appeared, and you had started to realize just how much she resembled Monoma in not only looks but also personality. Monoma is sweet and caring when it comes to his classmates and friends , but when it came to people he didn’t care for then his personality was a bit more twisted and demeaning and it seemed that was something your sweet daughter inherited from the eccentric blonde. 
“Monoma, what is Sayaka wearing?” You questioned with raised eyebrows as you motioned towards the mini replica of his hero costume. 
“Obviously it’s a hero costume that looks exactly like mine!” He boasted in response. 
“Where did you even get that, wait- never mind. Where are you going?” 
“To show those Class A delinquents who has the best daughter in the future.”  
“Monoma-” 
“Sayaka tell y/n what you told me!” 
“They think they're better just because they have flashy quirks, but daddy is better than all of them because he can copy any of their quirks!” She boasted.
“Exactly! Why should I let my daughter live in their shadow when she shines just as brightly, she deserves to let those idiots know who is really more talented!” 
“Daddy is so cool! How did Class A ever get more popular than Class B when you were in school?! All the attention should have been on you!” 
“Oh angel! You know those delinquents are always getting in trouble with some villain or another, making the school look bad and hogging the spotlight for themselves.” 
“Those Idiots!” 
“Angel, you make your daddy so proud!” Monoma gushed over his daughter. 
You sighed as you brought a hand to your forehead where a headache had started to grow tremendously as you listened to the two rant over Class 1-A and what they had planned to say when they got to the other dormitory. You brought out your phone as you sent a text discreetly to the class representative, Kendo to warn her about their plans so that she could retrieve them. 
“Would you like to come with us y/n?” Monoma asked with a bright smile plastered on his face. 
“No, I’ll just wait here. I have a feeling you won’t be gone long.”
Relieved. That night after dinner with the rest of your classmates, a faint pink mist started to form around the girl. You drew Monoma's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.
He watched in beside you as the mist turned into a deep fog that made it harder to distinguish her features as it covered her completely. His heart sank as he realized that would be that last day they spent together until she was brought into this world again, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes glistened while he fought back the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to have her go back home to the future versions of themselves, but he didn’t think that saying goodbye to their future daughter would make him feel so empty at watching her leave. 
“Monoma, are you okay?” You questioned once the fog disappeared once more with no sign of the girl who had been standing there moments before. 
He let out a harsh breath as he sighed. “I’m not going to lie. I’m sad that she’s gone but I’m relieved she’s back home safely in the future.” 
“I’m relieved that she’s back home, but I'm going to miss her tonight. I’ve gotten so used to cuddling her over the last few nights, It will be weird to sleep alone again.” 
Monoma’s body stiffened as a sly smirk formed on his lips and a blush crept up the back of his neck. He pondered over his words for a few moments before he came to the conclusion that take a chance on what he wanted to say regardless of the consequences of doing so. 
“That’s an easy fix.” Monoma chuckled as he intertwined your hand in his once more. 
“How so?” 
“Cuddle me instead.” 
Optimistic. The next morning the sunlight beamed into the dark dorm room, filling it with warm sunlight as Monoma’s light blue eyes opened slowly to adjust to the rays of light. He tried to move his hand to his face so that he could rub the remains of sleep from his tired eyes, but there had been a weight that stopped his arm from moving. 
His tired eyes blinked slowly as he glanced down to where his arm had been resting, the soft tresses of y/h/c hair cascading over his skin as you used his arm as a pillow beneath your head. Your face was peaceful as you slept unaware of the boy who was watching you with softened eyes and the gentle smile that caressed his lips. 
Monoma leaned closer to you as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, wishing you more peaceful dreams as his eyes closed once more. He lowered his back down on the pillow as a bright smile plastered over his lips. 
I want to wake up like this every morning. 
Soon I’ll be able to, because we will have a family of our own.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
。・:*˚:✧。 Bonus Scene:
Monoma had the idea for the last few days that had spent with his daughter, everyone complimented and gushed over how much she looked like him. It was only natural for her to be a daddy’s girl since she seemed to admire him and look up to him so highly, so he wanted to give her something he thought she would enjoy more than anything else. 
He had gone out of his way to ask Momo if she would be willing to create an exact replica of his hero costume for Sayaka to wear. She of course had said no the first and second time, but after three days of him badgering her whenever he could, she had relented and finally agreed to his request. 
Sayaka was sitting on his bed, waiting eagerly for the present he had mentioned to her before he handed her the bag that held the custom created outfit. Her eyes lit up as she beamed happily at him once she held the outfit in her tiny hands, she jumped up from her spot as she immediately hugged him from the excitement. 
“Daddy! Thank you! Now I can be just like you!” 
“Angel, you don’t need a costume to be just like me. You already are just like me and y/n, that will never change.” 
“Even if I don’t end up being a hero like you two?” 
“No matter what you do in the future, you will still be our daughter.”
“I love you daddy.” 
“I love you too, Sayaka.” Monoma repeated tenderly. 
“Oh, but one more thing. I’m your favorite hero, right angel?” 
“Of course daddy!” 
“Good, let’s keep it that way.”
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Mirio Togata:
A seven year old girl stood there trembling with fear as tears shimmered in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. 
“I think we should call for Mirio and y/n.” Deku announced after seeing the girl. 
Astonished. The loud slam that emitted as the door opened caused him to jerk his head away from Eri and towards the direction of the noise. The dark green haired boy stood anxiously in the doorway, a strained and conflicted look on his face as he stared at the blonde third year. Mirio smiled brightly at him as he and Eri waved to welcome Deku into the room where he had been babysitting the girl. 
“Hey Deku! Is something wrong? You don’t look too good, actually you're looking a little green! HA!”  Mirio laughed out loud as he questioned the boy. 
“You should come with me, there's someone you need to see.” 
Mirio’s face hardened at the serious tone Deku had used, his thoughts raced for an explanation as he closed his eyes and breathed out for a moment to release the growing tension in his body. A bright smile formed on his lips as he beamed confidently at the first year and raised a thumb upwards. 
“Lead the way!” 
“Mirio, do you want me to go with you?” Tamaki asked anxiously with a troubled expression. 
“No, it’s okay! Besides, someone needs to stay here and play with Eri or else she will feel lonely, right Eri?” 
The little girl blushed as she nodded her head and looked towards the ground in embarrassment. 
“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry!” 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Mirio followed Deku as he led him through the campus to where the first year’s were conducting a training course that morning. His thoughts raced as he pondered just what was happening and who exactly he would need to see. Did the teacher’s need him as an assistant again for a training exercise and forget to tell him? 
“Someone I need to see huh?! I wonder who it could be!” He thought out loud as he and Deku continued to walk. “Do I get any hints?” 
“I-I think it’s easier to explain once you see them for yourself..” Deku mumbled out nervously as his eyebrows furrowed. 
“I guess there's no choice then! I’ve “to-gata” go see them!” He exclaimed loudly as he laughed. 
Nervous laughter left the green haired boy's lips as he rubbed the back of his neck at the joke that Mirio had attempted, causing the blonde to laugh even harder at his response. 
“Just kidding!” 
“Right!” 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
The cold winter air wrapped around his body as they walked through the clearing and into the trees surrounding the area. He surveyed the area as voices started to echo the closer they got to the destination he was being led to. Mirio saw you with your back leaned against a tree and your eyes closed as his feet came to a stop beside Deku, your eyes opened and the sound of the leaves crunching under their feet. 
“Y/N, you're here too?” Mirio questioned, his eyes lit up as they met yours. 
“Yeah, they called for me to come out here but said I should wait for you to arrive as well.” 
“Woah! How weird! I wonder what they need us for, did they tell you anything?” 
“No, just that I was supposed to come here.” 
“It’s not too much further, I'll keep leading the way.” Deku chimed in to catch the couple's attention. 
The appearance of the retired number one hero came into view as they got closer to their destination. Briskly walking the last few steps to meet the teacher in front of them, All Might's  tired eyes met theirs as they faintly heard the sounds of the year one students talking loudly to each other. 
"All Might, did you need our help with another exercise?" You questioned.
He stayed silent for a moment pondering on his answer before simply stating "No."
"Then sir , why are we here?" Mirio asked with confusion written clearly on his face.
The teacher observed the two for a moment before releasing a long sigh and jutting his head in the direction behind him. His gaze was drawn to a young girl sitting in Kirishima’s lap as she happily listened to him tell her stories. Her wavy sunkissed blonde hair was long as it reached down to her waist, her small cute fingers moving a few strands behind her ears so the wind wouldn’t blow the hair in her face. The bright y/e/c eyes shined with amazement at something she just heard from the red head she was listening to.
The similarities amazed him, the way her eyes twinkled brightly as she got excited and the cute dimples that appeared by the child’s lips as she smiled were exactly the same as yours.  The nose he had gotten so used to seeing in the mirror now rested on the girl in question, and her bubbly laughter made his heart almost stop as it filled the air. The only person he ever heard with laughter as sweet and honeyed as her’s was from your lips, she seemed like an angel created just for him and you. 
A girl who looks exactly like y/n and I’s daughter would… 
How beautiful… I couldn’t imagine a more perfect image of what our children would look like someday…
"She appeared after we finished our training exercises for the day. Young Midoriya was able to Immediately recognize the similarities she shared with the two of you and after asking her some questions we were able to briefly understand what was going on." All Might started to explain to them.
"She looks so much like you, Mirio." You stated as a look of awe formed on your face. 
"It’s not just me she looks like, she looks like you as well babe.” 
“It’s almost like she’s our daughter, right y/n?” 
Your eyes widened at the statement glancing over at All Might to see him nod his head in confirmation of the claim. You looked over to the girl once more taking in her features as you start to notice the remarkable similarity she has to the two of you that you hadn't taken into account beforehand.
"She introduced herself as Risa Togata, the daughter of Lemillion and y/h/n. Would you like to meet her?"
Mirio excitedly nodded his head in reply as his hand extended out for yours. You accept it graciously and your thumb rubs circles into the back of his hand to calm him and yourself as the three make their way to the child.
Dazed. The anticipation made his heart flutter in my chest, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was like a wave of joy that lifted him up and carried him forward with each step that he got closer to the child. His mind was clouded and restless as he thought about what he should say first to the girl. The first assumption his mind had jumped to when he put the puzzle pieces together was that this girl had to be from the future or somehow a person with a quirk that made dreams come true created her and sent her here. Either way he wouldn’t complain as long as he got to meet the daughter he's been fantasizing about having with you in the future, even if she came a bit earlier than expected.  
Should I hug her right off the bat? That might scare her if she’s not used to It though… 
Will I do a good job taking care of her? So far I’m babysitting Eri just fine, but I’ve never had a kid of my own before and now that I don’t currently have my quirk…What would I do if… 
Mirio’s steps stopped suddenly as the doubt of not being able to protect his daughter plagued his thoughts. His hand tightened in yours as you stood beside him, watching him wrestle with his thoughts in silence as his gaze was trained on the ground beneath his feet. You had never seen him look so unsure and conflicted over something, he was really good at hiding the insecurities he felt and only really opened up about them if something had been really troubling him. Even after he lost his quirk, he didn’t wallow in sadness and instead kept on smiling and pushing onward with the hope that one day he would get his quirk back and even if he didn’t he still believed he could be a hero in some way or shape which was enough for him to keep his head high. 
“Mirio..What’s wrong?” You whispered as you leaned in closer to him. 
“What if something happens and I can’t protect that smile she has? What if because I don’t have my quirk I can’t save her?” 
Your eyes widened as you took in a deep breath, a look of recognition formed on your face as your brows knitted together. Your y/e/c eyes drifted to your intertwined hands has his grip around your tightened once more and his other hand was clenched into a fist, your heart ached at the self doubt his mind was conflicting on him in that moment and all you wanted to do was assure to him that everything would be okay, like he had done for you so many times in the past. 
“You protected Eri!” 
“Huh, but -” He started but you interrupted him. 
“Even without your quirk, you still protected and saved Eri! I believe in you, and so does everyone else. If our daughter is in trouble you will save her and you aren’t alone, you have me here, our friends and even the first years beside you to help you. No matter what happens in the future, we will protect our daughter together.” 
“How did I get so lucky as to find someone like you?” 
“I’m pretty sure it was your cheesy pick up lines, I’m a sucker for those after all.”
The two of you laughed lightheartedly at your joke as the tension left his body and the bright smile returned to the blonde’s face confidently. 
The singsong voice resounded, causing him to tense as she called out and rejoiced in the excitement at seeing the younger form of her parents. Her wide sparkling eyes met his as he jerked his head in the direction of his daughter, shocked at the child running towards him, arms wide open ready to jump into his arms at any moment.
"Daddy!" The girl cheered as he tightly wrapped his arms around her when she jumped at his figure.
The dazzling smile she had beamed at him as she jumped into his arms had caused his mind to fog over, stunning his thoughts from delivering the well thought out joke he was going to deliver when he greeted her. No one had ever called him ‘Daddy.’ Before and hearing it for the first time from his future daughter had caused a massive flood of adrenaline to shoot through his body, a sense of joy took over him as he peered down at the girl in his arms in pure awe.
The tips of his ears turned the slightest shade of pink as he wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter and returned her hug with a big bear hug of his own. He spun the girl in the air  while she giggled and laughed loudly from the excitement, before he slowed his pace to a stop and his eyes softened as he brought his forehead to rest on hers. The way his daughter looked up at him with trust and adoration, filled his heart with so much love that he never wanted to let her down. 
"Daddy?" The girl tilted her questioningly as she noticed the tears he was fighting back as he looked at her. 
“Why are you crying daddy?” 
“You’re just so beautiful!” Mirio sniffled as he wiped at his eyes with his free hand. 
“Daddy in the past is so weird!” The girl giggled as her bubbly laugh escaped from her lips. 
You took over the situation with ease. You directed the girl's attention towards you, noticing that Mirio would need a moment to regain his composure. You waved your hand in greeting, a wide smile placed on your lips as you spoke.
"Hi Risa! We are really happy to meet you."
"Is that why daddy is crying?"
"Yes, daddy just really loves you so much that it made him cry to see you so happy to see him."
"Oh! I get it, like how he cried when he found out I was getting a little sister?!" The girl questioned happily as you choked on air.
"That's right!"
Her laughter filled your ears as Mirio looked between you two in awe, the sudden family that was pushed together had felt so natural. It was as if at the first glance when he saw his daughter he just knew she was his and that there was an untethered bond between them that he couldn’t identify but could feel that she was his family. Now that the three of you were talking and he had his arms wrapped around her, he knew without a doubt even if she hadn’t technically been born in their timeline yet that the father daughter bond between them still existed. 
A blush crept up his face as his cheeks dusted a slight shade of pink at the memory of being addressed as ‘daddy’ and how he desperately wanted to hear his daughter call out to him again just so he could savor the moment for a bit longer than he had the previous time. 
Mirio wordlessly brushed his hand through the silky soft locks of his daughter's hair, a bright smile plastered on his face as he wrapped one of the wavy sunkissed strands around his fingers to curl it before letting it fall back in place. He glanced at her as she talked warmly over his shoulder to you before he remembered the opener he was going to greet her with earlier. 
“Did you hear that laughing too loudly is illegal in Hawaii? They only permit a-low-ha.” Mirio chuckled. 
“HAHA!” Risa laughed happily.
"Risa, I'm really happy to meet you." He said softly , his eyes lowering in bliss.
Risa bubbled with giggles as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug. The conversation is still going on between you and Risa as she released herself from the sudden hug and looked back to you with sparkling eyes , voice animated as she rambled about her new favorite tv show.
"Mirio, we are going to let the two of you look after her while she's here. She'll be more comfortable around people she knows rather than strangers, while we continue looking into how to return her home." All Might announced catching their attention suddenly. 
“I was thinking we could bring her to go play with Eri, but I didn’t want to bring her there without you meeting her beforehand.” Deku chimed in. 
"That’s a great Idea! Risa, do you want to go make a friend?" Mirio questioned excitedly as he flashed an award winning smile towards his daughter. 
“YES PLEASE!” 
She worked her way out of Mirio's stronghold on her as she jumped down from his arms , he looked distraught from the sudden loss of holding his daughter in his arms while Risa reached out both her hands to grab onto each of her parents, adjusting herself in the middle of the couple as she prepared herself for the walk to the dormitory. 
When the couple didn't admittedly start walking to their destination, she gazed up with a questioning look at her parents. The blush on Mirio’s face grew hotter as he gazed at the three of them holding hands with his daughter being in the middle, the thought didn't escape him that they really looked like a family like this each holding one of her hands as they walked happily.
My happy family…
“Oh there’s something I want to do once we introduce you to Eri, so y/n would it be okay if you watch the two?” Mirio asked suddenly as a bright smile formed on his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
“Yes, but what is it that you are planning on doing?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. 
“Hm, it’s more fun if you just wait and see.” 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Aizawa and Yamada sat in the silence of the lounge, the tension hanging heavily in the room as they processed the information they had learned about their highschool best friend. The strangled sound of a low grumble emitted from the blonde’s chest as he continued to lay face down on the table beneath him, Aizawa’s tired eyes drifted to his friend as the sound broke him from his relentless thoughts. 
“What are you thinking?” Aizawa managed to choke out. 
Present Mic spared a quick glance towards the eraser hero, his own greenish yellow eyes expressing how much of a toll the news had taken on him. 
“I’m hungry. I could go for something easy to digest. Udon?” He grumbled out tiredly. 
“I’ve been thinking. Given the work studies, the safety commission must know something.” Aizawa began, ignoring the man’s answer. 
“Yup.” 
“If we find out who’s manufacturing nomu…Then what?” 
“I’ll have a surprise karaoke contest with them. Then boil their guts while their eardrums bleed…And you?” 
Aizawa paused for a moment contemplating his words. “Well…”
Loud footsteps echoed into the room as two people suddenly ran into the room, the eraser hero stopped talking instantly as he focused his eyes towards the third year students who anxiously ran towards them. 
“Mr. Aizawa!” Mirio called out. “Sorry to bother ya’ during your break.” 
He grunted out in response as he stared at the two expectantly waiting to hear the reason they ran to him. 
“Eraserhead. It’s Eri, she..” Tamaki mumbled out anxiously with a troubled expression. 
“What’s going on?” He questioned as his face hardened. 
“Come with us.” Mirio answered before turning and pulling Tamaki along with him so he wouldn’t give up the news. 
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Eri and Risa were playing alongside you and Nerjire as the door slammed open for the second time that day. This time Aizawa was the cause of the sudden loud noise that caused both the girls to jump in shock and divert their attention to the door. The eraser hero’s eyes surveyed the room as he tried to process what could have happened to the child under his care, but his eyebrows knitted and his tired eyes narrowed when he saw that she wasn’t in any danger. 
He turned his head in annoyance to the two third years that were standing behind him as they watched him run into the room, Mirio’s laughs escaped his lips while Tamaki nervously started to stutter out apologies for misleading the pro hero under false pretenses. 
“Why am I here Togata?” 
“Eri-chan has a new friend! My daughter, Risa from the future! I figured since you are basically her father you would like to see her play with another child for the first time too.” 
“Hmm. Is your daughter anything like you?” 
“Of course! Why do you ask?”
“I’m just thinking about how much of a bad influence a mini version of you and y/n would be.”
Intrigued. After Aziawa had met the girl, he was able to get some answers from her about what exactly happened for her to return to the past. She had told him that earlier that day her and her parents went to U.A. for the school festival and she had wandered off and gotten lost, then before she could find her parents one of the students had accidentally hit her with their quirk when they were trying to use it on someone else. 
“Woah! It’s impressive that in the future there's a student that has a time travel quirk!” Mirio exclaims with excitement. 
“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about then, since whoever it is will more than likely come to retrieve her at some point.” You added. 
“I guess there’s only one thing left to do then!” 
“What’s that?” You questioned nervously at the excited look that beamed on his face. 
“Introduce her to our classmates of course! She’ll be popular for sure! Just look at how cute she is!” 
“It’s going to be a long day…” You groaned as you thought about your classmate's reaction to the young girl. 
“Why do you say that babe?” Mirio questioned as he titled his head. 
“You’ll see.” 
When the three of you had returned to the third year dormitory, the students who were relaxing in the lounge area instantly surrounded you. Their eyes drifted to the bright and happy child that had greeted them excitedly as she entered the building. 
“Mirio, you really do have a daughter?” one of his third year classmates questioned. 
“Be serious, is this the real reason why you are taking a break from classes?” 
“Guys! You have to stop asking me that everytime you see me with a child, but to answer your question. This is my daughter Risa!” 
“W-WHAT?!” 
“OMG MIRIO ACTUALLY HAS A KID?!” 
“Settle down you two, she’s from the future!” You interjected to stop the impending chaos they were going to ensure upon the class. 
“THE FUTURE?!”
Well I guess that didn’t make it any easier… 
Worried. Risa’s giggles continued to fill the room as she listened to her father’s jokes. The small girl bounced on her toys and she raised her arms in the air, excitedly wanting him to continue to make her laugh. Mirio beamed a bright smile her way as he thought of one of the many jokes he had been storing over the years that he could use on her. She obviously got her sense of humor from him since she could think just about any of his jokes were funny, regardless of how corny they could be at times.
“Why haven’t you done my favorite one yet, daddy?” Risa laughed out as she tilted her head. 
“Oh and which one is that? Is it the peaches one?” Mirio chuckled. 
“No! Silly! The one where you scare y/n by coming out of the wall!” She cheered excitedly. 
Your body stiffened instantly as you processed the young girl’s words, the cookies you were currently baking being put on hold as your eyes widened and your jaw opened in shock. You placed a hand to cover your mouth quickly so that you could continue listening to the conversation between your daughter and boyfriend in the lounge before you.  
Mirio hadn’t realized the meaning behind what his daughter had said and instead his thoughts were filled with worry that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the girl’s wish since he currently wasn’t able to use his quirk like he had in the past. His eyebrows furrowed and he hesitated before speaking, nervously apologizing to the girl. 
“I’m sorry Risa, but I can’t do that right now. I can do something just as fun though! I’ll show you, I’m just going to hide behind this couch and when y/n walks in I’ll jump out!” 
“Why can’t you go through walls daddy?” 
“Well- Honey I don’t have my quirk right now, but it’s okay because I’m still a hero!” 
“You don’t have your quirk anymore? Why?” 
“A bad man -” 
“Mirio!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. 
Mirio jerked his head in the direction of your voice, a bright smile plastered on his face as he waved at you. 
“What’s up y/n?” 
“Mirio, she’s asking why you don’t have your quirk!” 
“I know! I was just telling her about it.” 
“Dummy! Don’t you get what that means?” You cried as tears rolled down your cheeks. “You get your quirk back!” 
His body tensed as he processed the information you had given him before he beamed down at his daughter happily and lifted her into his arms. 
“Did I do something wrong?” Risa questioned nervously. 
“No, you could never do anything wrong, love. In fact, you just made your parents very happy.” 
He placed a tender kiss on his daughter’s cheek, making her giggle once more as his eyes lit up at the bright smile that was on his daughter’s face. 
Heartbroken. The time had finally come for Risa to be taken back home, much to Mirio’s protest. The night had been just like the last few nights he had shared with his daughter, cooking together and playing with her until she got sleepy enough for him to lure her to bed and tell her a bedtime story for her to fall asleep to. However, after the girl had fallen asleep he had noticed the pink mist form around her body as it turned into a thick fog. 
He instantly moved to take his daughter from the mysterious fog before you wrapped your arms around his as you effectively stopped him. His head turned towards you as he glanced desperately towards your y/e/c eyes, the heartache he was experiencing clearly showed in his eyes as he continued to watch the girl disappear before him 
“I don’t want her to leave.” He cried out as the fog started to dissipate once more. 
“She needs to go home, Mirio.” 
“But…” 
“You are waiting for her to return to you in the future to think about how happy you are to have her back home right now.” 
“That doesn’t make this any easier.” 
“I know…” 
Eager. The rest of that night was filled with needy cuddles in Mirio's dorm. Sleep eventually took you both into a land filled with dreams of your future family and when the sun once again rose in the morning, Mirio felt more optimistic about his future than the previous night.
"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.
He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.
"Better."
"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.
"Yes. It isn't goodbye forever, as soon as you get pregnant I'll see her again." A sly smirk played on his lips at your shocked expression.
You slap him hard on the chest as he laughed. "We aren't rushing anything!"
“Are you sure? The sooner we have her, the sooner we can all do things together again!” 
“Don’t tempt me!” 
“I think Eri would really like to have a sister, don’t you think so?” 
“Mirio! We aren’t even the parents of Eri!” 
“We babysit her, It’s close enough!”
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。・:*˚:✧。 Bonus Scene:
Mirio had told Risa that he wanted to take her somewhere special today, so the three of you got dressed early in the morning and left before most of the other students had woken up. Mirio held a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, while his other was intertwined with his daughter’s as she walked in the middle between both of you. 
“Where are we going daddy?” 
“To meet a good friend of mine.” 
You had already known beforehand where had planned to take her, he had talked to you about it the night before when he said that his mentor would have loved to meet Risa and he felt like he needed to bring her to see him at least once before she returned to the future. 
When they stopped outside of the private graveyard, Mirio had stopped in his tracks taking a deep breath before he continued walking to where he remembered the grave being placed. The three of you stopped before a clean and tidy grave that was well maintained, most likely due to there being many visitors that would stop by and visit the former pro hero. 
“Sir, It’s Mirio again! You were right, I do have a bright future ahead of me and I just wanted you to meet someone I know you would love more than anything if you were still here with us.” Mirio spoke as tears filled his blue eyes. 
“This is my daughter, Risa! Don’t worry I don’t technically have children yet, but she traveled from the future.” 
Risa peered up at her father as the tears rolled down his cheeks as he talked to the grave of Sir Nighteye. She smiled softly as she glanced towards the grave and placed the flowers her father had given her at the base where they would be well reversed until they were replaced. 
“It’s nice to see you again Sir Grandpa! I don’t know if you know me just yet, but in the future we will come to see you all the time! Daddy tells you everything because he loves you very much!” 
Mirio’s tears flowed harder at his daughter’s words and the realization that even in the future he continues to keep his mentor close to his heart and makes sure that he’s involved as much as he can be in his future and in his daughter’s future. 
“Daddy continues to cry a lot whenever he comes here, but y/n says it’s because he’s really kind so don’t mind it too much okay?!”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
⋆ ★ A/N: First, I just want to say I wasn't expecting the amount of love I received in part one. I'm super thankful for everyone who is enjoying my content and continuing to read the work I post. I was able to manage my time a lot better on this one, however in doing so it did take me longer to write and edit before posting. (Bakugo’s section took me the longest because I had to add more material for it to make sense.)
Did anyone notice the easter egg I included from the Like father, Like son series? I did connect the worlds for the two requests! I thought it would be nice to have an established world for the Bakugo future kids. There is going to be a Part II of the Like Father, Like son  series posted soon, if you would like to join the taglist please comment either on this post or part one of that series. 
On some of the prompts I did try to shorten them to test out making less lengthy posts for everyone to scroll through.
If anyone would like a part three & four, I'm planning on writing a part three featuring: Aizawa, Hawks, FatGum, All Might
and a part four featuring: Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Overhaul. Let me know if you would like me to eventually post those.
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axshoto · 8 months
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texting your boyfriend bakugo katsuki! pt 2
ft. bakugou katsuki
warnings: nil!!! (just crack tbh)
a/n: HE'S SO FUN TO WRITE
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Any characters that come from the My Hero Academia manga and/or anime are credited to Kohei Horikoshi and Bones Studio, their rightful owners. Textfics are credited to ©axshoto on Tumblr.
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zanarkandskylines · 1 month
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💕 My Hero Academia Love Letter Series 💕
『 📬 Check your inbox! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 』 ˚ʚ ꒰ I.Midoriya | K.Bakugo | S.Todoroki | E.Kirishima | D.Kaminari ꒱ ɞ˚
✉️ Message received from: Katsuki Bakugo 💌 confession - i love you
i'm only gonna say this once...for now, 'cause you know how shit i am with words. i don't know how to thank you for the time we've spent together over the last few months. sure, we've been friends for years at this point, but that's different from now. you make me feel...invincible, like no obstacle is a challenge and you help lift me up to achieve anything i want. somethin' as stupid as your smile is enough to calm me down. the way your eyes light up whenever you laugh and my heart beats faster when you walk into a room. i used to hate those feelings, shovin' them away to deal with later on. but now? i never want that feeling to go away. there isn't a day that i don't think about you and how our future will turn out. all i know is that i want you to stay by my side through it all. god dammit, this is so lame of me to say over text instead of to your face, but that doesn't make it any less true. y/n...i love you. you're the spark that keeps my fire burnin' hot. we're gonna kick ass as pro-heroes after graduation - together. like it or not, peach, you're stuck with me. i'm never leavin' your side, no matter what. love ya, sweets.
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fairytsuk1 · 1 year
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apart of the meet cute: gone wrong series, click here for more!
pairing: izuku midoriya x reader
words: 8.3k
prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"
warnings: teasing game, public sex, quickie, protected sex, tit play, praise kink, missionary position, soft dom!midoriya
The retirement home was an amalgamation of both good and evil. It had the finest foods for delicate denture havers and was home to some of life’s more depressing thought processes. You preferred being able to drive over the speed limit as the city air lashed at your face; being young and carefree was much more appealing. However, this couldn’t be your reality anymore as you knew your grandmother needed you more than ever. Things were about to change. You’d be moving onto bigger steps in your life! Finding a partner, making a home together, advancing in your career…
Before leaving for the retirement home, you hoped you’d be walking out of there glimmering with adjusting to adulthood. No games or silly adventures, a part of you lit up at the idea of this summer excursion changing your life. You really, really hoped it would.
You smooth your tennis skirt over your thighs, ankles crossing and a warm smile gracing your features when your grandmother waltz in with house slippers and an old tea set. The smell of earthy leaves wafts into your nose, and you already know she’s made two steaming cups of green tea before she pours it.
“Nana, you know you don’t have to make anything when I visit,” you’d figured she’d stop making cookies past your twelfth birthday, but she clearly planned to wave you off every single time.
Snarkily, your grandmother rolls her eyes and takes a slurping sip of her tea.
“It’s not about that. It’s about keeping ancient traditions! We’re family, and that means grandmothers make their grandchildren tea!”
She nods, pleased with herself, and her eyes are closed as she savors the grass notes, the feeling of toastiness, and the mild sweetness. Your eyebrows twitch, and you miss how she does the same once she’s placed her cup back down.
“Mhm, it’s very good, did you taste the grass?” you swallow and nod, “yes, me too. So… Have you found a boyfriend yet?”
You’re in the process of drinking more tea but her comment startles you; the cup is hastily set back on the coffee table and leaving a liquid trail in its wake. Practically spitting out your tea, you’re quick to wipe your mouth with a napkin and set the record straight.
“Huh?! Where is that coming from? …I don’t, but why are you asking, nana?”
She’s got this unreadable look on her face. Then, she’s giving you this cheeky grin and sighing wistfully as if thinking of a past lover. You’re curling your fingers into your palms, nearly shaking in anticipation as her hands rub together sneakily.
“It’s my friend’s grandson! You know me. Always talking, but if I were you, I’d snatch him right up! He’s strong, and he’s got bright green eyes! They’d compliment yours so well,” and she’s scooting forward in her seat, “you will like him! He’s a very nice boy.”
Nana’s been gossiping again. You’re relieved she wasn’t trying to reconnect you and former lovers (an activity that had proven to be unsuccessful, twice.) Still, the idea of her pitching you to random strangers like an ATM card makes your face twist in an attempt to tell her how you really feel.
“I-I don’t know, nana. I’m not even sure if I’m looking for anything right now,” and you were right. 
A relationship seemed like a huge step, and this was supposed to be your summer “boss up” phase. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you had trust in your grandma’s romantic instincts for matchmaking either. A wrinkled hand covers yours, and your nana is beaming with her body leaned towards you.
“Tell you what, he will be here for breakfast tomorrow morning. You don’t have to do much, but you should see him in person! Get to know him a little.”
You let the offer hang in the air for a moment before shrugging.
“...I guess I can do that. I don’t want this to become an everyday thing, though! I came here to spend time with you, nana. Not with some guy!”
Nana had already returned to sipping her tea and nodded before licking her lips.
“Of course, dear. However, if you like this Midoriya as much as I think you will, you’ll end up regretting saying that!”
You take a sip, and two pairs of eyebrows raise. You doubted it. This “Midoriya” person was probably some nerdy guy that didn’t know how to talk to girls. It didn’t matter anyways, so on that fateful day you brushed mascara on thick lashes and made sure your lips looked as plump as ever in your pink lip gloss. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, not at all!
Something in your gut had just told you to make an effort, but it was hard to tell whether this gut feeling was good or bad.
The situation had proven that you needed to take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror. He wasn’t ugly, no. He was anything but. He was so handsome that as you and your grandmother circled the table to sit, your foot caught on the leg of the table. Practically every brain cell had been focused on the promise of muscles under his white button-up plus the extra show of solid, veiny forearms. He was hot.
“This is my friend, Kotoe! And this is her grandson, Izuku Midoriya! He’s the one I brought up to you last night,” and for the first time, you’re aware of how red Midoriya looks; maybe he was thinking the same things about you.
Kotoe grins widely, and the wave crashes on you and Midoriya because the embarrassment of the situation keeps getting worse. First, the table. Then, he’s watching you as you settle yourself across from him. This feels more like you’re being judged than trying to link up with someone.
“You remember her, right? I showed you that picture of her at that one band performance.”
Your pride is fatally wounded, but you’re even more aghast that one of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen is actually seeing you for the second time. The idea that Midoriya’s first impression was of you with braces and frizzy hair left you feeling like you could melt into your seat effortlessly.
Nana guiltily peruses the menu, but you know there’s no one else that has that picture. You’d tried to erase every copy of it but… she had her ways.
“Nana.”
She grins sheepishly while fluffing her curls, “it’s not my fault your mother only sends me photos when she feels like it. You look cute in the photo!”
If you didn’t stop her now, maybe nothing could. Along with this setting not seeming like the right time to discuss the ins and outs of your family relationships, you turn to Midoriya and smile warmly. 
“Right. Well, Midoriya, it’s nice to meet you. You’re lucky you were spared from the dreaded band photo. I’m jealous,” with a hair flip for good measure.
She’s so cute, he thinks.
“If only you could have the same fate.”
It’s so boyish, so ridiculous, and it makes your heart-beat rabbit fast because it’s not fair that his voice is gentle yet had an edge to it. His smile and even the licking of lips were uncalled for. He was charming you way too easily. How long had you two been sitting here again? 
He’s tuning you like a fiddle to his chosen song, and you play beautifully. You need fresh air, so your cup of water is gulped down to curb the romantic-tension fever rising inside you. 
Your grandmother and Kotoe fall into conversation like it’s natural. Midoriya keeps taking tentative glances at you but looking away before something productive happens, so you begin to copy him; now you just feel like you’re in the hall of mirrors.
“So, Midoriya… Do you go to university?”
“I-I do! I’m an archaeology major with a minor in history! It’s a lot of nerdy stuff, but it’s more interesting than calculus!”
His eyes sparkle at the topic, and the passion leaking through his words is evident. It’s cute, and your cheeks lift without thinking about it. He’s infectious, and in a bad way.
The type of infection where every glance feels like slow motion, and your brain skips ahead to when his mouth is on yours, and his hands are tugging, pulling, squeezing…
“That’s really cool! I’ve never heard of someone majoring in something like that! I’m doing public administration; it’s like political science but not really.”
Midoriya can’t wait to dig his hands into you and bury his cock deep inside you, but he can’t think about that right now. He mentally files away the memories of your shy looks so he can wrap a fist around himself in the shower later as he thinks of ruining your tight little pussy.
“No, yeah, that’s brave stuff to do! That can be in any sector, right? Public, private, and all of that.”
Both brains come to rest on the same wavelength as the same thought swirls in and out of two opposite gender heads.
I wanna fuck you.
“Yeah! Yeah, it can be,” your legs cross to lessen the pulsing between your legs.
“I kind of get it! History is so broad that it throws people off a bit,” Midoriya presses a palm to his aching cock as discreetly as possible.
The two of you try to avoid letting your need spill over past inappropriate boundaries. You both don’t realize that notion was abandoned the second first eye contact was made. Lunch passes by quickly, and you’re thankful. That was a bit too tense, and your male counterpart seems to be exhausted from the mental energy of ignoring something so potent. So heady.
“That nasty little Annie is going to supervise my cycling class, so I’m going to the pool today! You should come with me; you’ll never believe what she did the other day when I was struggling with my nightgown….”
Kotoe leads your four person group to the elevators, but your nana tells her she likes to walk after breakfast, so you mourn the loss of Midoriya as nonchalantly as possible. A big ego was annoying, and he didn’t need to know that you were dying to see under his pants. Honestly, even just getting to talk alone would be nice. 
“Well, Kotoe, I’ll meet you back at the pool after my nap.”
Your grandmother silently gives you a look that tells you everything you need to know about the pool situation.
Get your swimsuit!
It’s not too hot out that when you take a step the ground pierces your foot with its heat. The sun is shining just enough to cast a warm, soft glow on honeyed skin; it’s making you look too good, you feared. What if Midoriya was a nervous guy? Your ego shoots to the sky as you secure your jewelry and make your way to the pool with your nana.
Midoriya thought he might’ve had you beat, that maybe he’d get the edge in the game you two were playing where you’d feel more flushed than him. He certainly played a good hand, muscles rippling in black swim shorts highlighting his lean body. Freckles dotted his skin, and he felt embarrassed at ogling himself in the mirror.
“Kotoeee! I love your bathing suit; where’d you get the damn thing?!”
Nana runs off quickly, having debriefed you in the elevator that she intended to leave you and Midoriya “to it.” You’d vehemently denied the allegations of something like this happening, but there was a decent chance with how you and him were looking at each other that her suspicions were correct.
Your stuff is set by the chatty old ladies, and Midoriya takes the time to sidle up close to you. Squinting at him, he really does look good up close.
“Hi.”
“Hey. Do you want to swim with me?”
“What are we, five?”
He laughs lightly, shrugging and rubbing at the nape of his neck.
“Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do! Not here, anyways,” and you feel your cheek twitch with the urge to smile.
He’s… saucy. And maybe you like it, a lot.
“If you say it like that, you can admit that no other girls wanna swim with you,” and he scoffs playfully at you before standing up, “but sure, I’ll hop in for a bit.”
The two of you make your way to the water. Midoriya gets in first, and he extends an arm to help you in like a proper gentleman.
“Are you always this kind?”
“I’m just on my best behavior,” and he grins like a shark.
Water swishes around you two, droplets hiding each other’s best features like a love potion. The grannies are still talking, and there are splashes from other patrons using the facility. Nothing can happen now, even if you want to jump his bones badly.
“I think the class starts soon, the water weights one?”
“What even is that class? What’s the point?”
Midoriya circles like you’re dancing, so you bat your eyes lashes and take a thumb to your lip. It makes him laugh, and you suddenly feel yourself dropping the act.
“No, no, I like it! And it’s, uhm, they lift weights to strengthen their bones! But it’s easier on their joints. My Obaasan also likes getting some fresh air,” he flicks his hair back, and the water rolls down his skin seamlessly, “maybe we could do something on our own.”
Raunchy daydreams smack you in the face; he could fuck you here. He could bend you over the water edge, eat your pussy and make you cream right in the pool chair just feet away! Maybe he’s sucking on your clit, pulling on your nipple, or maybe he’d rock his cock deep into you just because you begged for it!
“Yeah,” his eyes trace the soft edges of your curves, and you feel so high on feeling desired, “where could we go?”
Your question is interrupted with a loud, unfortunate, shrieky exclaim of, “Midoriya!” that shakes both you and the man in question enough to cause ripples in the water. Two heads turn towards the pair of grannies, now suited up in swimsuits that go to their knobby knees, plus bulky goggles.
“Go check for some floaties in the back room, please! I might really need them this time!”
Midoriya doesn’t even make a face but nods in understanding before turning guiltily to you, “...I guess I’ll be right back?”
This seems like a set-up. Back room? For floaties? Midoriya doesn’t seem to have picked up that this is the moment, but you have.
“Well, why don’t I just come with you?”
The grandmothers have gone back to their own personal conversation (gossiping), so you assume it’s okay. Midoriya gives a tentative look to Kotoe, before looking you back in your eyes and nodding. Ah, now he gets it.
You both are giddy as soaking wet bodies slip out of the pool easily and pad like excited puppies down to the deserted storage closet. Midoriya lets you duck in first, flip-flops clacking against the pavement as you flick on the dim lights and wait for the show to begin. Then, the green-haired boy eagerly locks the door and turns to look at you with lustful eyes.
“So!”
“You know, this is extremely typical, right?”
He grows closer as if wanting to slowly overpower you with every step. You remain firm in your pink flip-flops.
“Even if it is typical, I can’t help but feel lucky,” and he oozes attractiveness.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. How often do you get to kiss a pretty girl?”
Maybe it’s the sparkle in his eyes or how he bounces on the balls of his feet. 
“Mmph!—”
The two of you crash into each other, your hands flying to tangle in his unique tresses, and you can almost hear the “SMOOCH!” sound as the two of you have your first heated kiss; breaking the ice-cold layer of tension. The kiss was groundbreaking, earth-shattering, and your foreheads dipped and pressed together as you heaved for breaths.
Your first kiss with him.
It’s practically perfect, and it's ending could be considered admirable because it was so cliche. Someone had called out towards the storage closet, and the two of you ran out of there like the guilty criminals you were. The thrill kept you moving like a wild animal. You loved it; the two of you loved it.
That memory didn’t leave you, not when you parted ways or thought about keeping your lips as they were so you wouldn’t forget that you’d kissed him. Maybe you were too into a fling, a fleeting romance, but having someone you could call yours felt fulfilling. Whatever happened to moving on with life?
No, you’d changed your mind. Who cared about doing career things in an old folks home? You could do that any time, good dick doesn’t always come around.
Adrenaline was still thrumming in your veins as you kept going about your day as if the feeling of his soft lips on yours wasn’t being replayed every ten seconds; it was so perfectly taboo and hot. You wondered if he was thinking the same things, maybe taking a hand and palming his half-chub in his swim shorts because he just couldn’t hold back and wait anymore.
The two of you shared looks for the rest of the swim class as you leisurely tanned your golden skin while Midoriya lounged around (fetching equipment as needed.) His new “job” grew quickly on you, the ability to get an eyeful of strained muscles and bulging thighs that jogged ’round and ’round the pool like a carousel felt like a reward.
Your grandmother draws you close with a hand motion, bony fingers clasped to the ledge as you draw closer, “oh good, you heard me! Could you bring me my bag? I left it in the locker room!”
“Sure thing, I’ll only be a sec!”
Quickly, you head towards the women’s locker room and spot the flowered print pool bag. You snatch it up and make your way back, feet slowing their speed, when you see an unfamiliar face sticking out like a sore thumb.
She was pretty, blonde, with a thin neck that made you envy her allure from where you stood. Not only that, but definitely flirting with a resting Midoriya.
“Here, nana…”
“Thank you! What are you looking at—” your grandmother makes the same frowning expression as you, “oh, right. She’s getting in between you and your future husband, you know! She just waltzed on over like she owned the place, and he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker! Don’t tell Kotoe, but you ought to…”
Her rambling goes muffled and indiscernible, and you feel your hand clench at your side. You stormed over to the spot without even considering the consequences and grinned widely. She gives you a skeptical eye before batting curled lashes towards Midoriya.
“So, what were you saying about working out together?”
Nervous green eyes flick to yours, gauging your level of emotion from the deep recesses of your eyes. Midoriya can’t see anything. In fact, it’s more like you’re looking through him as he sputters his way through an excuse of being “really busy, so maybe we should wait till we make actual plans!”
He was good, and maybe it was the fact he was the first attractive boy you’d seen in the several weeks of being with your grandmother. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been properly fucked in a minute, so you were a loose screw about to make everything fall apart.
‘I see,” and you shrug at him, “we should wait till we make actual plans too! You know, just so we can be sure.”
Then, you prissily walk off, determined to not seem shaken by the seeming turn of events being that IZUKU MIDORIYA was a man-whore, one hundred percent. He just wanted to rile you up, and two could most certainly play at that game. You’d just have to show him what he was missing out on, all because he wasn’t too sure he wanted you. You’d make him sure.
He’d kissed you for god’s sake! You fumed alone in the elevator, grumbling things no one would ever hear.
The plan had worked spectacularly. There was no way Midoriya was actually going to go for the blonde that seemed eager to be alone with him now that the swimming class was over. Sure, he’d smooth-talked her, but it was all for you. He could tell that there was something you were hiding from him in all your shy looks and glossy lips.
“Was that your girlfriend? She looked rude,” Ayaka grinned wildly, “she’s not right?”
“It doesn’t really matter what she is,” and he stands gingerly, all shy and nervous, “I-I have to go now!”
Ayaka tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and her arms push her breasts up obscenely.
“You really gotta go?”
The awkwardness is back, and it seemed that the boy could only be flirty when it came to you. Now, he was a fish out of water flopping around on the deck.
“Yup! I’ll see you later, or whatever!”
He’d finally figured it out, aside from the awkwardness of forcing jealousy within you. You were a brat! He couldn’t wait to see how this developed, the greedy part of him hoping you’d make another move because he wanted to see you again. Badly.
“...Bye!”
You didn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what the two of you could do together. Did you like ice cream? Games? Yeah, sometimes he thought with his dick but other times… Well, you were the exact type of girl he’d love to take out.
He had no idea that as part of your newly created plan… you planned to kiss Hitoshi Shinsou right in front of him.
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Shinsou was calm, collected, and rarely ever smiled. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said that boys like Midoriya were few and far between, so you’d already recognized potential suitors (meaning you’d told your best friends, in ranked form, the cutest boys at the UA Retirement Home.)
You’d decided Shinsou was one of the cuter ones considering you didn’t see him all the time. His face was pleasant to look at whenever you saw him working his shift, and he was plopped at the desk today with no one around… it seemed like today would be the day.
You and Midoriya hadn’t spoken in two days since you last saw him potentially entertaining the advances of some blonde girl. You weren’t stupid, after the heat of the moment and going over the situation one more time, it was clear. He wanted to tease you, make you feel the fire burning inside you grow hotter and hotter.
“Hey, Shinsou!” 
It was time to get him back in a major way. You push your torso an inch or two across the desk to smile at the purple-haired boy and let your head fall to the side. It was unclear whether or not it was actually having an effect, but you trekked along.
“Morning, what are you doing here?”
He already looks closed off, and you’re hoping he doesn’t hate you by the end of this.
“I just wanted to say hi! A girl can’t just hang out by the front desk?”
“No, actually,” his finger taps a sticker on the glass barrier between you, an obnoxious sticker reading “NO LOITERING” sitting there to mock you, “there is. See?”
“Oh! Well, I mean, well,” you look around frantically, the heat of embarrassment crippling you to where you stood.
“Look, if you just tell me, then maybe I can–” and the two of you are yelping as you push past the swinging door that separates Shinsou from other residents, “what the hell?! What are you doing?”
It suddenly feels like a huge mistake, and if you could swallow your anxieties, maybe this would’ve gone over easier. The position you two are in now, it feels warm. Steamy. His eye bags are less prominent when he’s slouched beneath you in his desk chair. Slender legs manspreading, and you could easily settle yourself on top of him if you felt like getting it on from behind the front desk.
“I just wanted… to see what it all looks like from behind here! Very, very nice. Did your boss get you that mug?”
“You need to leave,” and he sighs, but every action is gentle as he takes your arm, “what’s making you act so weird?”
Had anyone else been watching, they would have assumed the two of you were up to pure shenanigans. Midoriya yawns, eyes sleepy from his daytime nap as he trods towards the eating hall to peruse the options.
Midoriya hoped you weren’t genuinely upset about anything. Considering your demeanor and attitude, it seemed like something you would’ve liked, would’ve wanted. Maybe he went too far; it agonized him to think about it.
“Please, Shinsou! Don’t kick me out,” you’re grappling with his limbs, and you try to stand firmly, “you can’t treat a guest like this! I’ll make a scene!”
“You caused the scene!” 
The commotion is growing louder, making the green-haired boy’s head tilt because the voices sound too familiar. His feet turn right, heading towards the hall's entrance, and it’s unmistakable that you had been the feminine voice whining. 
“I know, but I had to do something!”
“Do what?”
Midoriya barely rounds the corner when you bend over, ass sticking up in the air, and plant a firm kiss on Shinsou’s lips. He doesn’t move but lets a soft groan slip as your hands trace the tops of his shoulders.
You’re crazy, he realizes. Just from watching you kiss Shinsou, he assumes he’s probably crazy, too, because it does nothing but make his cock throb. The two of you pull away, and you’re wiping your lips with the back of your hand. He wishes he could spy on what you were saying to him, using all your best tantalizing moves to keep Shinsou in a partial state of shock; you’re taking small steps back past the swinging door and nodding reassuringly.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Y-Yeah. I’ll see you…?”
“Uh-huh! Bye!”
Midoriya had ducked behind a wall, but your footsteps were growing closer and closer. Then, you’re a blur past him, but he can make out your face. It’s the face of sadism, of one that grins while you walk past him because you know that he knows you have the taste of Shinsou on your tongue and that you’re the one who gave him the bulge in his sweatpants. 
He quickly grabs onto your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
“Yes?”
“You know what you’re doing, right? Do you really wanna play this game?”
“What game?”
This will end with him fucking the shit out of you, and you know it. Midoriya feels his heart swell with dominance, pulling you closer so your hand can cup his cock in his shorts. He manually curls your fingers around his length, small puffs of air coming out of him as you submissively run your palm over the salacious hardness under his sweatpants. 
“I like when you touch me like that! Reminds me that even though you might go and kiss other guys….”
His hand brushes against your hip, thumb dipping just under your shorts and panties to feel the forbidden skin you hid from him.
“I just know that under these panties, you’re soaking.”
You feel relief that he doesn’t try to check because you know your hole is dripping and staining your cute pair of panties.
“I…”
Midoriya shushes you, an adorable smile on display as he firmly squeezes your ass cheek. He grunts as you put more pressure on his dick before taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Don’t talk. I just want you to think, cutie,” and he gets impossibly closer.
“Do you really think you’ll win?”
You don’t think you’ll win at all, and that’s the fun in it.
Midoriya sighs, feeling your hand stroke him over the fabric before breathing out and pulling away. He kisses your cheek, pointedly avoiding your lips.
“I’ll see you later.”
You’re left as shocked as Shinsou was.
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“Have you noticed how often the kids have been hanging out together? I knew it, Kotoe. I knew they’d hit it off,” your grandmother smirks cockily, “where are they now, anyways?”
It had been true that you and Midoriya had been spending as much time as possible together since the Shinsou incident. It’s been a day since anything had happened, but you’d already shown your hand with tight workout shorts that cupped your ass perfectly that afternoon. You’d given your soon-to-be fling an eyeful, bending over with a sway in the hips so he could see the soft, tender flesh jiggle as you sweat all over yourself.
Even just your body seemed obscene, Midoriya couldn’t stop his eyes from tracking your hand towel as it dried in between the valley of your tits (that he wished so badly he could suck on) or when you took a heaving breath while wiping the sweat off from your forehead. Midoriya felt like a pervert; images of painting you in thick ropes of cum kept him hot-blooded.
“Oops, be careful!”
Midoriya wanted to push you, though. To really test your limits as far as teasing went. He’d tried all his best tips and tricks that he knew, but he wanted more. You saw it all, the thumb brushing his lip being the first strike of many. A hand on your thigh that every so often grew so close to your cunt before pulling away and giving you a wry shrug, “I just like having something to hold!”
Things like that.
“You look really good with cream on your face,” he hummed nonchalantly over a cup of hot chocolate.
“Huh?!”
He doesn’t even have the shame to pretend that he didn’t say what he said.
“I said, if you wanted cream on your face so bad, you should’ve just asked me instead.”
He’s even cocky enough to embellish a little. By dinnertime, you can’t stop wondering what his lips would feel like as he ate you like a man starved, slurping at your folds and tonguing you deep because he wanted to give you everything plus more.
Maybe he’d be willing to go a little further! If you could find somewhere private, maybe he’d cave to your soft eyes and alluring words. While your grandmothers choose what to eat at the bar, you’re busying yourself with tugging on Midoriya’s shirt sleeve.
“So…”
“So?”
“Um, do you wanna,” you didn’t start out too strong, but then he’s leaning in a microinch more and licking his lips, “wanna… find somewhere more private?”
The two of you aren’t being very inconspicuous, and your lips are parting for ones that don’t reach yours. A light laugh is heard beside you as your eyes flutter open. You frown.
“Private? Why would we do that?”
“Midoriya. C’mon,” you give a quick look at your surroundings and hope the elderly really are deaf, “we’ve been doing this, but what about a break? You know, I could help with what’s going on with you….”
He’ll give you one thing, you’re trying really hard. You look great, and he’s noticed the infrequent squeezing of your thighs. You’re probably dripping right now, all because he touched you a little and murmured about how much he wants you. 
“Baby,” and he pecks the knuckles of your hands, “it’s just not gonna happen, yet. You can be patient, right?”
Maybe you’ll explode, turn into flames and die of spontaneous combustion. This is torturous. Blasphemous.
“...But I don’t want to wait anymore!”
Then, a firm hand holds your face in his cheeks. Anyone could see you two, but Midoriya has the gall to grab your face and squeeze just a little. You’re mush, and you’re looking at him with starry eyes as he squishes your cheeks.
“Don’t make me have to really punish you,” and while he doesn’t sound threatening, you have half a mind to take him seriously.
Your face is released, and you almost want to grind down in your seat. Adjusting yourself, you pop a tater-tot in your mouth to try and distract yourself from your need. To your utter annoyance, the boy next to you elbows you.
“Besides, you already know that when we do fuck, you'll get everything you want, right? I haven’t forgotten about that kiss, I’m going to prove to you I’m better than him!”
He eats a piece of broccoli like it’s nothing, and you have to fight to hide your grin over your predicament. Midoriya gives you one last look. He fears the feelings inside him. Maybe he likes you like that. He settles to focus on his broccoli.
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This game the two of you had been playing was getting rough. Time seemed to fly by, and suddenly you were looking at only a couple weeks left to stay with your grandmother. In turn, this meant that after these few weeks… what you and Midoriya had would cease to exist. You tried not to think about it.
Neither of you brought it up, but aside from every sexual advance, it seemed like the elephant in the room followed you wherever you went. Midoriya had started pulling your chair out for you, started to buy you gifts, and you suspected his soft touches were his biggest tell. Midoriya didn’t seem like the type to fight feelings, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.
Not because you didn’t like him, of course. You just didn’t know how to feel because you couldn’t fight these feelings if you tried.
“Do you wanna call me Izuku?”
“Huh?! Well, well, are you sure?”
“Yeah! We’re, um, we’re close, you know? So I don’t mind! I’d prefer it, coming from you,” it’s funny because the two of you are physically close too, essentially cuddling.
After familiarizing yourself with the entire facility, the two of you managed to find the ideal spots to hang out for some alone time! It was like walking a tightrope, was it going to be you who fell first when you sidled up real close to him? Or was it going to be him when he reached an arm around to comfortably hug your shoulder?
“Well, that does make sense! Okay, Izuku,” you wiggle your shoulders and say it so sweetly that he almost kisses you, “I like it! It suits you, at least when I’m saying it.”
You ham it up, stroking his cheek and murmuring his name like you’re a cheesy romance movie lead. He’s giggling as your hand brushes his sides to tickle him.
“Hey, come on! I told you something personal and now you’re going to tickle me?!”
“Of course I am! Don’t you know who I am?!”
It’s a blur, Izuku’s laughing and you’re telling him about the “tickle monster” that’d just appeared. Once coming down from the gusto of play fighting, something’s changed.
The two of you are stunned when you realize what has happened. Maybe it was Izuku’s fault for flying backwards or yours for following him diligently with wandering hands. The two of you seem to just fit, hips slotted against his own as you look down at him. You’d landed nearly perfectly in his lap, bated breath as both of you took in what it all meant.
“Oh, I know who you are.”
It’s tense.
“The tickle monster is going away, but you better be careful,” you say in a near whisper.
…It’s so tense.
“What do I have to be scared of? You’re just a brat.”
Your heart is beating, and this is too considering you’re chest to chest. Every touch, laugh, and first kiss replays in your memory like a flashback. The smell of anticipation hangs in the air, and you smile because this is finally it.
And he beats you to the chase, lips puckered as he finally kisses you with the passion of the first one after leaving you wanting for too long. He tastes like peppermint, and it’s so hot. Gasping breaths are taken; hormones at an all-time high because you can’t get enough of him now that you know he’s yours.
“Fuck,” he pants, “we can’t do it here.”
You’re still trying to mouth at his jaw, desperate to continue planting heated bursts of love across every inch of his skin. His hands come to your waist, and you’re frowning cutely as if your favorite toy was taken.
“If we’re quiet, no one’s even gonna come….”
Izuku’s nervous. He’s been waiting for so long. Hell, he has the most beautiful girl sitting pretty in his lap, eager to get naked, and yet he’s still hesitating. Your manicured nail tilts his head away from the double doors and back to your panting face.
“We don’t have to,” you say calmly, but you suddenly feel so vulnerable.
Suddenly Izuku realizes you’re about to slip from his grasp like melted butter. It all makes sense. 
“No. I’ll fuck you here! We just…need to be quiet, okay?”
“Okay!”
Both mouths go back to sliding against each other, and your teeth tug his lip just so see the redness bloom under the thin skin. All you can hear are the slick sounds of the two of you making out, and your hips start tilting into Izuku’s bulge before you can try to contain yourself.
“We should…” he seems to contemplate your position, “hm. Get on your back, baby.”
Honestly, the couch isn’t the greatest. The narrowness makes you nervous, but the strong arm that nearly lifts you onto your back gives you starry eyes; you can’t complain. One of Izuku’s legs supports him from the floor and for some reason, it all feels so intimate. The way you offer a shy smile and how he pecks your nose so sweetly you almost don’t hear it.
He holds himself up above you, and you can actually see his freckles up close now. He has so many, and each one is wonderful.
Then, his head dives down into the curve of your neck with the swiftness of a cheetah. His teeth graze your pulse point, your back arching and breath hitching as he suckles until a tender purple bruise appears.
“Izuku!”
His cock throbs at how you moan his name.
“Shh! I don’t want to have to keep you quiet, right? Ah…”
His hips grind into yours easily with a fervor that only comes from days of teasing and sexual repression. 
“Want you to take off my shirt, ‘zuku,” you mumble weakly, arms already winding around his neck for support as he dry humps you like a fuckdoll.
“Mhm, I will, I will! Just wanna feel you for a second; you’re so fucking warm.”
You’re soaking through your panties. He’s found a good angle, the two of you whimpering together as he mimics fucking you deep and slow. If he was inside you, you’re sure he’d be balls deep with your legs over his shoulders.
But there was no time, and you’re bringing him back to your lips with a twist. If you didn’t reign him in, you were sure the two of you would cum in your pants, and that wasn’t enough. His hand is brought to your chest, squeezing over the fabric so you can squeal in between his tongue that licks into your mouth.
“Play with my tits, only wanna feel you on me,” you can’t even stop talking when his hand travels under your soft cardigan to tug the cups of your bra down, “want you to be the only one that touches me like this.”
He’s transfixed, rough palm skirting over your nipple in a way that makes you shudder.
“You’re so sensitive…”
Your leg is pushed to the floor as Midoriya flips your skirt up.
“I knew it. You’re soaking from me. You’re telling me all these things, but,” and your chest is spilling out from your bra cups as he fully exposes you, “I knew I was yours the minute I saw you.”
If you weren’t in the process of tugging the boy’s mouth closer to your tit, you might’ve picked up on the near-love confession he’d murmured into the fat of your breasts. It’s so heady, so exhilarating knowing someone could walk in on your sticky thighs spread while Izuku gropes your chest.
“Mmph, Izuku! I need more.”
“I know, and we need to hurry this along too…”
It’s a regret he’s forced to pull away from your upper half. Markings dot areas all over your chest and he shudders with empathetic pleasure, knowing you’ll be walking around with skin he defiled is so deeply arousing. You’ll walk around after he stretches you with his pulsing cock, dragging you back onto him like you were made for it. No one would know a thing, and it makes Midoriya tug his belt off with a sense of urgency.
You watch carefully as his thick fingers make quick work on his belt. You can’t help yourself from letting a wandering hand stroke your soaked pussy, adding the slightest amount of pressure on your clit with slow, deliberate circles. His eyes catch yours and then your trembling hand. You feel caught, hand pausing while you turn cherry red.
“No, no. Why’d you stop? Keep going.”
He unbuttons his jeans, but his hands go to palm himself instead of sliding the zipper down like you want.
“Izuku?”
“Get yourself all wet for me, pretty. I wanna see how you touch yourself.”
It’s maybe one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and it’s even more attractive when a strong hand drags your hand down to your swollen cunt.
“Are you that bad at being good? You heard me.”
His voice has the same bite it always does. Friendly but in no doubt in charge. Your body temperature rises, and it’s almost embarrassing to get yourself off knowing he’s watching you like a hawk.
He even laughs when your hips jolt, “you can rub harder than that.”
“Why don’t you try?!”
The words don’t come out half as strong as you’d like. Rather, you sound pathetic because his groans are spurring your fingers to pull your panties to the side and actually touch yourself for real. The tips of your fingers are slick, and lewd sounds are echoing as you pump a finger into your gummy walls.
“I’m sure you’re just as good. I mean, you had every day to practice! Shit,” he sighs and dips a hand under his jeans, “wish I had time to use my mouth on you. I bet you taste so good, too.”
You spread your lips to expose your dripping hole, clenching around nothing and leaving a syrupy trail of wetness on your fingers. Izuku trembles, hand gripping the base of his cock as you nearly weep for him.
“I want you to fill me, Izuku. My fingers aren’t enough; I need you here,” and you lay a hand on your lower stomach, “wanna feel you here.”
After begging so cutely and winding yourself up so much that you’re nearly grinding onto the couch cushion, you hope it works. You even move to cup your breast for good measure.
“Don’t you wanna see how good I’d squeeze you?”
It hangs in the air for a moment before Midoriya nods hastily.
“Okay. Yes, okay!”
He digs through his wallet, pulling out a foil square and pushing his boxers down to alleviate the pressure bearing down at him. Sharp teeth rip the foil apart while you take mental notes on the boy before you.
It’s certainly not a disappointment! The mushroom head leaks precum like a fountain. Beading at the slit and eventually bubbling over, it’s so enticing that you’re willing to take him into your mouth just for one second.
Instead, you grab the condom with your hand, and both of you work together to roll it on. He hisses at the contact of your hand gripping his so you can’t help but give a tug just to hear him gasp.
“You’ll make me cum if you do that! Don’t,” he chuckles, swatting your hand away.
“Are you even gonna last more than a minute?”
“Will you?”
The two of you giggle as you maneuver yourself, spreading slick thighs and Izuku splaying your lower half against his. He hisses when his cock slides through your dripping folds, “I’m gonna love this pussy.”
“C’mon,” you whine impatiently, “you’re being unfair–”
He’d had enough of your needy voice, and Izuku could feel all his self-control melt away like snow. First, he pushes the tip in just to keep you quiet (and it works, just as he imagined.) 
“Ngh! Ah, wait! Wait, wait…” you’re suddenly about to topple off the edge of pure pleasure if not for Izuku holding your hand in his.
“I-I can’t! Baby, I need to be inside you. You can take it, right?”
He’s pushing his thick dick further in you, and your breath skips in your throat because he’s stretching you so good and making such sinful noises.
“There ‘ya go! There… fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Izuku has to force himself to think of other things, to not think of your drooling pussy taking him in like he belonged there. To not think of how you kept wiggling for more; you couldn’t get enough of feeling him hit that spongy spot that felt so good inside you. He hasn’t even started thrusting yet, just huffing expletives in your ear as he forces himself to not shoot his load too early.
You already look fucked out, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky for you. You’re looking at him like you love him, and he snaps his hips forward so hard you jerk upwards against the cushions. Soft hands fly to cover your mouth, and you look so pathetic trying to keep quiet as he carves a space inside you for him and only him.
  Quiet little “ah, ah, ah!” come out of you in bursts, utterly helpless to the fact that you must stay silent while Izuku pounds you into the worn couch of your grandmother’s retirement home. It’s debauched. It’s so fucking hot.
“I’ve wanted you since the beginning, hah. I was waiting for the right time,” he rambles, but his gaze is stuck on the way he slides way deep into you just to feel his heaviness drag against your folds till it’s just the tip. Again and again, and he’s nearly salivating with the froth you cream on his base, “and you look so pretty and I wanna do more, I–”
You realize he needs to shut up while trying to regain your own bearings. You’re still being vigorously fucked, and you can hardly get a word in with how he punches his cock just deep enough the graze your womb.
It makes you cry out because it hurts so fucking good, and Midoriya is quick shush you like a baby.
“Izu–oh, fuck! Izuku! Izu,” your hand cups his cheek to bring his lips against yours, effectively keeping him quiet.
The natural body weight of Izuku’s body excites your nerves so much that you feel on fire.
“‘M not gonna last long,” he gives a stuttering whisper and sneaks a hand between your bodies, balls slapping lewdly against your ass as he drills into you, “wanna get you off though, hm? Gotta make my pretty girl cum, right?”
He has no idea if he’s just muttering bullshit at this point, but it seems to work considering your increase in volume (something he can’t be bothered to fix.) Izuku wipes his hand on his shirt and rubs slow, small circles on your clit. It’s so methodical. It’s so targeted that you clench harder and harder.
“‘M gonna cum–gonna cream all over you,” your folds flutter so enticingly around him.
“You’re such a good girl, ngh! Cum around my cock; you deserve it..!”
You cum with a wail, no doubt soaking Izuku as he hunkers down onto you and grinds messily into you.
“W-Wish I could fill you up!! You’re so–so perfect.”
“Cum with me, ‘zuku,” you whisper as you comb your fingers through the sweaty hair stuck to his forehead.
Izuku muffles his groan into the crook of your neck, spilling his load in the rubber and sighing as the euphoria washes over him. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, and you cringe at how the back of your shirt is stuck with sweat from your unexpected tryst. The boy on top of you can barely hold himself up, shaky hands tugging the condom off and tucking himself back into his jeans.
“Oh no!”
There’s a clear wet spot on his jeans, no doubt from barely undressing and thus spilling remnants of your cum together. Part of you wishes you could lick it off, and you have to shut your legs to keep your oversensitive clit from throbbing.
“Oh! That’s… okay. Um, is there a trash can near?...”
It makes you want to laugh at how he looks so boyish now in the post-coital glow. Adjusting your panties, after much deliberation of taking them off since they were soaked, you sit back and rest a hand on Izuku’s knee.
“I think there’s one right outside the main exit,” and then you’re leaning forward to kiss his nose, “...do you wanna go on a date?”
“You can’t say that while I’m still holding the condom that I just fucked you with!”
The two of you laugh before he softly kisses your shiny lips, “but okay.”
By next summer, your grandmothers are wondering how many kids the two of you will have.
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eggtartz · 6 months
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✧ 1st October ✧
All Might // Big Boy (f! civilian reader)
kinktober masterlist
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warnings : belly bulge, petnames, creampie, size kink
no matter in which form toshinori, his height and his size in general would always win againts you. despite being a plump one, your height isn't really helping (or it's just the fact that toshinori is almost seven foot tall) you couldn't compete toshinori in any way but the older man developed a kink over the state.
how he adores your hands in his big ones, your still small hands although he's in his skinny form. how you would struggle to reach out to kiss him, toshinori having to bend over every single time. how he loves the height difference and how it's obviously too.
how he enjoys how you struggle to take him during sex, how you need a lot of prep before having him inside because once he was too hasty and ended up hurting you. lube is a must, your juices are simply not enough for someone his size. it started as an observation, how small you looked while being under and soon he realized that's the exact thing that gets him busting a nut inside you.
it was an exhausting day for both you and toshinori as you two huffed on the couch, your body spread wide on his lap. "toshii..." you whined, pawing his hero costume that got his attention. he smiled knowingly, unzipping the suit for you two to share warmth and comfort. you hummed as your small hands rested on his enormous peck. he was content with how comfortable this routine felt, a quiet one after hustle and bustle of the day. however the content quickly turned into something else when he looks down and see how dainty you were. so small, fragile.
he stifled a groan when you accidently grind on his clothed cock, earning a small giggle. "y/n.. if you keep doing that, im gonna-" he let out a growl when he felt your hips grinding down, he almost came. He lifted your body with ease and placed you on his shoulder, slapping your butt as you yelped. "wanna get fucked so bad?" he asked dangerously and your cheeks were warm as you nodded.
he roughly dumps you on your shared bed "stick your dirty fingers in that pussy, i want it wet and prepped, you hear me?" he holds your chin to look up at him earning a nod. you hastily took off your pencil skirt while he teased you by slowly undoing his, making you whine as you plunged your fingers into your already soaking pussy. you used two fingers and whined again "toshinori, its not enough, need you to do it" he smiled, his top already off. "your fingers are not big enough, darling?" he purred "n-no.. yours are much bigger.. need it.."
"if you say so"
he was quick to place two fingers inside to stretch your gummy walls earning a wanton moan from your lips, his hands grabbing two tits in one hand that showcased how big his hands are. he whispers sweet praises into your ear that went his fingers went to flicked your clit, you were already having an orgasm
"my sweet girl. you think you can handle more?" he asked gently, nudging the mushroom of his cockhead at your salivating pussy. "yes please..." you asked oh so sweetly, he'd be a horrible person to decline.
He inserted slowly, enjoying how your small body clung on him as you scratched his back with pleasure. making small thrusts, he took one boob in his mouth as you squeezed your eyes tight "ah.. so... bignnh" you slurred as his tongue lapped on your nipple "but you can take it right? take everything, sweetheart" you panted as he kept pushing inside, venturing to places so deep inside you. your breathing hitched when you finally felt his hip and his balls against your ass. "toshi,, please.., fuck m-" you screamed as he thrusted violently as he panted "damn it.. so tight," he muttered under his breath as you moaned his name. "gotta make sure i fuck you daily, get this hole loose" he grunted as he pressed you down the bed. he easily lifts you as you lay sideways and uses your arms as levers to thrust in deeper. "o-oh.. fuck.." you were getting dizzier as he thrusts with force and nibbles on your earlobe. "i'm gonna cum.. fuck, fucking look at you.. so pretty, so small. fuck!" cum spurted inside you as you lay down feeling already full.
"you didn't think we're finished did you?"
how delicious it is seeing the slight bulge of his cock inside of your stomach makes him groan at how small you are compared to him, so small and vulnerable. so easy to just toss you around and use like a doll. "yeah.. one more.." he coaxed you into another orgasm, you were drooling on the bed sheets "t-toshi.. so full.." you mumbled, feeling stuffed and filled to the brim with how much he has came inside you.
he pulls you up, his chest on your back as he used your arms as support, thrusting inside you in a slow and sensual pace "shit.." his american accent came out "you feel too good, darling.. need to fill you everyday, would you want that?" he whispered againts your ear as you moaned, feeling lightheaded and full of pleasure. "yes.. everyday.. mmh.." your tits bounced as sweat and saliva coated your skin and his. he groaned again and came with a shiver, thrusting his cum slowly into your weeping pussy. you collapsed on the body and twitched, cum oozing out frok your exhausted pussy.
again, toshinori is fascinated to see such a small body is able to keep in so much cum.
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xxsabitoxx · 1 year
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“Dating” Dabi
~Dabi x Fem! Reader~
Warnings: SPOILERS, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, unhealthy relationship themes and toxic behaviors
A/N: this is my second time posting MHA content and idek what made me wanna write this but I’ve been in a Dabi mood ever since watching “Dabi’s dance” lol. I hope I captured his character well since this is the first time I’ve ever written for him :o
Blue text = You | Purple Text = Dabi
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The league liked to say you two were dating, though you were fairly certain that he didn’t see it that way at all
Something was always hanging heavy on his mind, yet you’d never been able to get him to speak up about it
You’d bicker often, call each other names, but usually it was nothing serious. Eventually you found yourself “falling” for the scar covered man
Your pent up feelings came pouring out of you one night, standing with him on the roof of a building where nobody would be able to see either of you
You could still remember his cigarette smoke lingering in the air as you poured heart out to a man who simply couldn’t care less.
“I appreciate it… but I’m not looking for love.”
“I figured, but it was killing me not to tell you.”
You had felt a bit defeated, embarrassed even for letting Toga convince you it wouldn’t hurt to just tell him
“Though… I wouldn’t mind someone sharing my bed.”
Your self pity party came to a screeching halt, eyes wide as you looked at him.
“I’m not looking for anything serious. Just someone to keep me company…”
You watched him inhale before puffing the smoke out between his lips, eyes surveying the city around you.
You knew what he was implying, hell you were close to nearly screaming out yes
You were a villain just like him, there was no future for you that would allow you to settle down or have a boyfriend or anything domestic of that sort
You were willing to play pretend if he was
“So you’re saying… friends with benefits.”
He snapped his finger, chuckling softly. “Pretty much.”
For a man that claimed he wasn’t looking for love, that he wasn’t capable of even feeling those emotion, he certainly knew how to pretend.
He almost had you believing that his words were truth
Perhaps it had been the heat of the moment talking, but you’d never heard him talk so highly of anyone, not even Shigaraki.
“You’re taking me so well… fuck if I knew you’d wanted me this bad earlier…”
On that very rooftop, where nobody could see you, Dabi fulfilled your desires.
Your relationship hadn’t changed at all, you still bickered, you still called each other names, now you just shared a bed on nights were you were both lonely
He was still emotionally unavailable, but more talkative with you and honestly you didn’t mind it one bit
Deep down you knew he was simply using you, getting his stress out by using your body
But you couldn’t exactly say that you weren’t using him for the same reason
It would take about six months of this relationship before Dabi kissed you outside of sex
Just as you had caught him off guard that night on the roof, he caught you off guard alone at the bar in your hideout.
“I told you I wasn’t in the mood…”
“Neither am I.”
“Then why did you…”
He shrugged “felt like it.”
He was so cut off from his emotions, so much so that he truly couldn’t offer you an explanation even if had one
You didn’t push, instead you busied yourself with your drink and tried to forget about it
Dabi wouldn’t let you though, stealing kisses when nobody was around and finding your embarrassed face to be quite amusing
Dabi didn’t realize he cared for you until you came back to the hideout one night a bloodied mess.
Though, even then, care was pushing it. If anything he felt protective… something he’d honestly never felt before
Sure he wanted to keep the other members of the LoV alive, but you? Seeing you messed up bothered him
“What the fuck happened?”
“Wasn’t the heroes… some grimy group of wanna be thugs.”
“Wanna be thugs but they fucked you up like this?”
He was fuming, hand griping your forearm tightly as you tried to move away from him
“They caught me off guard, one of ‘em had a powerful quirk. It doesn’t matter now, they’re dead.”
That gave him some satisfaction but not nearly enough
“Did you make them suffer?”
You cracked a smile despite the pain radiating through your body “Of course I did.”
That night you saw a side of him you didn’t think he had, it was quiet and gentle as he tended to your wounds.
Protective even, that night he had kept you close to his side as you slept.
For once in his life, his blinding hatred was subsiding just a bit, enough to let some other emotion seep out.
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↱ unexpected attractions ↰
➘ summary : pro hero hawks finds himself infatuated with a young woman he sees out when patrolling one day
➘ Hawks x reader, Bnha x reader, Keigo Takami x reader
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The city of Musutafu bustled with activity, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights as dusk settled over the horizon. High above, the crimson feathers of the Pro Hero Hawks fluttered gracefully, his keen eyes scanning the cityscape for any signs of trouble. It was just another routine patrol for him, keeping the citizens safe and maintaining the peace.
As he glided through the skies, Hawks noticed a group of civilians huddled around a street vendor, their laughter and chatter drifting upward. Curiosity piqued, he descended with a graceful arc, landing near the bustling crowd. Peering down, his sharp gaze fell upon a young woman, her (h/c) hair caught in the gentle breeze as she conversed with the vendor.
"(Y/N)," the name slipped through the vendor's lips, and Hawks felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings. His red eyes lingered on her, captivated by her presence. She seemed to possess an air of innocence and warmth, drawing people to her effortlessly.
Unable to resist, Hawks cleared his throat and approached, his wings folding elegantly behind him. "(Y/N), huh?" he echoed, a charming smile curving his lips as he joined the conversation. The woman looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes meeting his fiery gaze.
"Oh, hi," she greeted, offering a friendly smile. "You must be a Pro Hero, right? I've heard about you. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you."
Hawks nodded, his heart racing slightly as he admired the way her smile lit up her face. "The pleasure's mine. Just Hawks will do." He extended a gloved hand towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"(Y/N)," she repeated, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she shook his hand. "I've seen you on TV. Your wings are incredible."
He chuckled, an almost boyish excitement bubbling within him. "Thanks. They're handy, I guess."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Hawks finding himself hanging onto her every word. He learned about her passions, her dreams, and her love for the city. The more he discovered, the deeper he found himself falling under her spell. There was something about her that ignited a fire within him, a desire to be near her, to protect her.
Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, the two of them engrossed in each other's company. Hawks laughed at her jokes, and she blushed at his compliments. The city's noises faded into the background as their connection deepened, creating a world of their own.
As the night wore on, Hawks realized he had never felt this way before. This wasn't just admiration for a fellow citizen; it was an infatuation, a longing that he couldn't explain. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep her close, to ensure her safety at all costs.
"I hate to cut our chat short," Hawks said reluctantly, his heart heavy at the thought of leaving her side. "But duty calls. I need to get back to patrolling."
(Y/N) nodded understandingly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. Stay safe out there, Hawks."
He gave her a charming grin, his wings flexing instinctively as he prepared to take to the skies. "Don't worry about me. And hey, maybe we'll bump into each other again."
As Hawks soared back into the night sky, his thoughts were consumed by the young woman he had just met. He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just chance—it was the beginning of something inexplicable, a pull that he couldn't resist.
Little did he know, this chance meeting would mark the start of a profound and tumultuous journey, intertwining their fates in ways neither of them could have foreseen.
Days turned into weeks, and Hawks found himself patrolling the city more frequently than ever before, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds below for a glimpse of (Y/N). He couldn't deny the growing infatuation he felt for her, the way his heart quickened every time her name crossed his mind.
One evening, while perched atop a high-rise building, Hawks caught sight of (Y/N) once again. She was walking along the bustling streets, her presence seemingly radiant even in the midst of the city's chaos. Without hesitation, he spread his crimson wings and descended, landing gracefully before her.
"(Y/N)," he greeted with a warmth in his voice that he hadn't felt in years. His heart raced as her eyes met his, her surprise mirrored in the subtle widening of her (e/c) orbs.
"Hawks," she replied, a mixture of astonishment and delight evident in her tone. "Fancy running into you again."
He chuckled, a touch of nervousness dancing beneath his confident exterior. "It's funny how fate works sometimes."
As they chatted, Hawks discovered more about (Y/N)'s daily life—the way she worked tirelessly to support her family and the kindness she extended to strangers on the street. His admiration for her only grew, solidifying into something that was undeniably affectionate.
As the weeks turned into months, their encounters became more frequent, and Hawks found himself drawn to (Y/N) like a moth to a flame. He'd fly by her workplace, stopping for a quick chat, or they'd meet during his patrols. Their conversations deepened, revealing their hopes, fears, and dreams.
One evening, after rescuing civilians from a massive fire, Hawks landed near (Y/N)'s apartment building. Smoke still lingered in the air, and he was covered in soot and sweat. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to pay her a visit.
(Y/N) opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him in his disheveled state. "Hawks, you're... you're a mess."
He chuckled, a wry smile on his lips. "Yeah, well, saving lives doesn't always come with looking presentable."
She stepped aside, inviting him in. "Come on in. I'll get you some water."
As he sat in her living room, Hawks couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. Her apartment was cozy and welcoming, reflecting her personality perfectly. He watched as she bustled around the kitchen, his heart warming at the simple domesticity of the scene.
"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a bit more hesitant than usual. "I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you."
She turned to face him, handing him a glass of water. "Likewise, Hawks. You're not like other heroes I've met. You're different, in a good way."
Hawks felt a rush of emotions flood over him—gratitude, affection, and a hint of uncertainty. He knew that he was treading on dangerous territory, that his feelings for her were becoming stronger by the day. But he couldn't help himself; he was drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.
As the night wore on, the two of them shared stories and laughter, their connection deepening even further. Hawks found himself opening up about his life as a hero, the challenges he faced, and the expectations placed upon him. (Y/N) listened with empathy, offering a level of understanding that he had never encountered before.
As he left her apartment that night, Hawks realized that he was falling in love—a realization that both exhilarated and terrified him. He was a Pro Hero, someone who was supposed to be above such vulnerabilities. Yet, in (Y/N)'s presence, he felt human, and that was both a blessing and a curse.
Little did he know, his growing affection for (Y/N) would lead him down a path he never could have predicted, setting into motion events that would challenge his identity, his loyalties, and the very nature of his existence as a hero.
As the days went on and weeks came and go, Hawks found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions. (Y/N) had become a constant presence in his thoughts, a flickering flame that grew brighter with each passing moment. He couldn't ignore the growing obsession that consumed his mind, consuming him within its fiery grip.
Everything about (Y/N) became magnified in Hawks' eyes. Her every action, every word, and every smile held an unparalleled significance. He analyzed her every move, searching for hidden meanings and deciphering her thoughts. In his mind, she was no longer just a person; she was his mate, his one true connection in this chaotic world.
Hawks began to subtly alter his daily routine to ensure their paths crossed more often. He started tracking her movements, gathering information about her schedule, and arranging coincidental encounters. It was an orchestrated dance of obsession, with Hawks pulling the strings, and (Y/N) unknowingly dancing to his tune.
He meticulously collected mementos from their brief encounters: a fallen strand of hair, a discarded coffee cup, even a forgotten pencil. These mundane treasures held an inexplicable power over him, making his heart race with anticipation. They became his precious possessions, his connection to (Y/N), and his reassurance that their fates were intertwined.
In his quest to be closer to her, Hawks routes as (Y/N) and even went to the same places she would visit frequently. He seamlessly integrated himself into her world, earning her trust and admiration. But this was only the beginning. His obsession demanded more; it demanded absolute possession.
Hawks began to indulge in his darker desires, feeding the flames of his twisted infatuation. His urge to protect her turned into an insatiable need to control her every move. He meticulously hacked into her social media accounts, devoured the digital remnants of her life, and analyzed every interaction she had. Every notification, every message became evidence of her existence.
Late at night, in the cold depths of his secret room, Hawks poured over pictures and videos of (Y/N), his eyes shining with anticipation and possessiveness. It was a dangerous game he played, fueling his obsession with every glimpse of her smile, every hint of vulnerability she unknowingly revealed.
His obsession grew as he yearned for their worlds to merge entirely. He envisioned a future where (Y/N) belonged solely to him, where he could protect her from all harm and cherish her without judgment. In his delusional fantasies, he was the savior, the one who would provide the love and security she lacked.
However, deep down, Hawks sensed the fragile line he was treading. He understood the danger that lurked within his obsession, threatening to consume him completely. Yet, he couldn't resist the gravitational pull he felt towards (Y/N). His heart and mind were irreversibly entangled with hers, and he was unwilling to let go.
Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Hawks's love had transformed into something far more sinister. His obsession had become his reason for existence, fueling his every action and decision. It was a dark path he walked, driven by the overwhelming desire to possess what he believed was rightfully his.
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Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, and Izuku Midoriya - Them Using Their Quirks To Get You To Work When You're Running Late
Was inspired to write these little drabbles when I read this post by @izvmimi!
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Izuku Midoriya/Deku
“Izuku… Can’t you go any faster? I’m running late to work as it is…” you groan out as the 2 of you float over the streets of the city towards your workplace.
“You’re gonna be getting there right on time (Y/N), don’t you worry.” Izuku reassures you.
“Are you sure, because- oh.” You say as you look down towards the city below just to see your workplace right across the street as Izuku slowly lowers to the ground.
“See, what did I tell ya?” Izuku chuckles gently as he sets you onto your feet.
“Yup, you were right Izu, but I really have to go because my boss will kill me if I’m-” you say as you unwrap you arms from his neck and start to walk away from him so that you can make it to work on time, only for Izuku to pull you back into his arms and press his lips to yours.
He lets go a moment later, giving you a smile as he looks into your eyes. “Have a good day at work okay.”
“Okay.” you nod with a smile.
“I love you.” he says.
“I love you too Izu.” you answer before turning away and jogging down the sidewalk to your workplace.
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Katsuki Bakugo/Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight
Boom………… Boom………… Boom…………
That’s all you can hear as you hold onto Katsuki tightly as he flies through the air towards your workplace.
Now, usually you walk to work, but today you slept later than usual so, you couldn’t walk to work.
“You alright back there idiot?” Katsuki asks over the booms of his explosions.
You nod in reply against his shoulder as you have your face buried into his neck, not wanting to see how high the 2 of you are above the city.
“Good.” Katsuki replies. “We’re almost there so, get ready for the landing.”
“Okay.” you say against his neck as you tighten your grip on him slightly.
A few minutes later, Katsuki lands on the sidewalk just down the street from your workplace.
“Alright, dumbass, we’re here.” Katsuki tells you.
At his words you loosen your grip on his shoulder, sliding off of his back onto solid ground.
“Thanks Katsuki.” you say, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re a life saver.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he grumbles which makes you giggle as you turn away from him.
“Bye baby, I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”
As you start to walk away from him, you feel him grab your hand and pull you back into his arms. “C'mere, dumbass.”
“Kat-” you begin to say, but before you can finish, he kisses you on the lips passionately.
“Mmm.” you hum against his lips as you wrap your arms around your neck, kissing him back.
A moment later, Katsuki lets go of your lips, a cocky smirk on his lips as he looks down at your dazed expression.
“You alright there sweetheart?”
“Mmmhmm.” you hum with a nod.
“Alright, now get to work before you’re late dumbass.” he says. “I’ll see you later.”
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Shoto Todoroki
Shoto’s hand in yours makes you smile as the 2 of you glide along the formation of ice that you know the civilians below are gawking at.
A few moments later, you see your workplace just down the street from where the 2 of you are currently as Shoto makes the ramp slope down towards the street.
Shoto then stops forming ice before stepping down and helping you down as well.
“Thanks Sho.” you smile.
“Not a problem love.” he smiles back.
“Well I better get going before I get in trouble.” You say to him.
He nods.
“I’ll see you later alright?” You ask.
“Of course.” He nods before pulling you in closer to him and pressing his lips to yours passionately.
You kiss him back even though you know everyone around the 2 of you is watching the 2 of you kiss passionately in the middle of the sidewalk next to a formation of ice.
You’re the to let go a moment later. “See you later love.” Shoto says to you before he uses his quirk to for another ice formation and skating away, causing a chilly breeze to flow past you before you make your way to work for the day.
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Please let me know if you guys want me to do any other MHA Characters taking you to work by using their quirks if you’re running late!
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