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xgummibearx · 1 year

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Scaredy...Fish?

((Yeah that title is really bad I am sorry.))

Gang Orca x (F) Reader

Summary: You are watching a horror movie with your lovely boyfriend, the man voted as one of the scariest heroes, whose menacing steely gaze is enough to make anyone turn skittish, or perhaps weak at the knees depending on what you’re into. Anyways, he insisted on letting you pick the movie! Being the gentleman that he is of course but... didn’t have the courage to say that he is terrified of horror movies.

TW: Gonna describe some fairly nightmarish and graphic scenes from the horror movie, so brace yourself for some body horror, Evil Dead kinda stuff.

((You know, I have never actually seen that movie...One of my sisters traumatized me with the trailer when I was a kid, and I never watched it lol. I like the grudge personally.))

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The lights were low, and there was a fresh pizza on the coffee table. She grinned, pouring glasses of ginger ale. “Alright, you picked the movie last night but I’m not sure what to put on.” (--) screwed the lid back on and dashed to the kitchen. “Would you like to pick another? I enjoyed that movie about the boxer you put on last time!” Kugo stretched on the couch, thankful to have taken off his heavy costume. He stood, grabbing them some paper towels and offering a small kiss on (--)’s cheek.

“I honestly can’t think of anything either...I did want to watch something though, I think we’ve run out of puzzles...” He added as he thought to himself. (--) puffed her cheeks in thought, then felt her heart skip a little.

“Well...Midnight did tell me about this one movie...” Kugo rolled his eyes a little, sipping some water.

“I am not watching Fifty Shades of Grey.” He muttered, “Those movies are so distasteful...” (--) smirked.

“Oh my gosh no! Goodness no, here...” She opened her purse. The cover was dark, with a pale faced figure that had bleeding eyes. Her memories flashed back to the office. “Midnight, I love our dates but...I dunno, I wanna shake things up a little.” She sighed. “Kugo has so much pressure from work, and I know the polls in the media bother him more than he lets on...” She cupped her face, leaning on her desk. “I think he’s scared of scaring me...he never tries to surprise kiss me, and he almost walks on eggshells...” Midnight smirked.

“I can think of a few things that may spice things up...” She laughed, smacking Midnight on the shoulder.

“Please...” Midnight waved her hand.

“Sorry, choice of words I meant nothing like that.” Midnight pulled out a DVD. (--) raised her brows.

“Woah, vintage!” She shrugged.

“It’s the only way to watch it, this is a classic! You know...classic like the rom com trope, put on the scary movie, you cling onto him, he sees that he is your safe place and he gets all cozy, protecting his precious little baby boo.” (--) Took the DVD, her face burning.

“I am mad cause I know that would work...” She mumbled. “I’ll let you know how it goes and...why did you even have that!?” Midnight shrugged.

“Borrowing it from Hizashi...don’t lose it he’ll kill me, he’s a HUGE horror movie buff.”

Kugo pretended to be reading the back of the case but sweat was forming along his forehead. “Who on earth would want to watch this?” The box itself seemed to have a dark aura. He looked up at (--) She was smiling putting together the napkins. There was a soft blush to her cheeks, her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. She would be so put off if he suggested something lame like Lady in the Tramp or Ponyo...besides, it was her turn to pick. Kugo smiled, forcing a small laugh that he hoped sounded real. “Sure! These things are usually pretty cheesy aren’t they? It could be fun!” (--) grinned from ear to ear.

“Okay! Let’s pop it in then!”

The scene had low lighting, but the screen seemed to be a porthole in the dark room. (--) Exhaled, the movie was only a half hour in and she was already starting to get bored. Some blood, some eerie pianos and flashes of a grotesque figure. “I’m surprised Mic likes these...” She thought, tossing some popcorn in her mouth. However, she slowly leaned back into Kugo, smiling. “You’re the best part of this I think...I’ll pick a better movie next time.” She looked up, wondering why Kugo wasn’t saying anything, he almost seemed to be in a trance.

The heroine on the screen was barefoot, her nightgown swaying as she walked across the hardwood floors. Whispers seemed to mingle with the creaking floorboards, there was a sudden high pitched eerie cry that made Kugo tense up. (--) placed a gentle hand on his thigh, looking up with concern.

The young woman was suddenly thrown up, and her head was thrown back. Her screams were inhuman, her jaw opening wider and wider until her screams were complimented with the loud cracking of bones. They saw nothing but showers of blood fall to the floor, staining her nightdress and soaking her feet that were desperately kicking the air, her sobs and cries muffled as she choked on her own blood. The rest of her was offscreen.

Her body was then suddenly dropped, and Kugo shut his eyes, his stomach felt sick. He only saw her for a flash of a second but it was more than enough to see what had been done. He was shaking. “Just...” Kugo slowly covered his eyes, equal parts embarrassed and horrified, “Please just tell me when it’s over...” (--) immediately paused as another woman came across the body and screamed.

“Kugo...oh honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, resting on her knees as she held him close. Despite the fact that it was beating a mile a minute he could still feel it sink. This was completely humiliating. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that you don’t like horror movies...” Kugo gripped onto her arm, stroking her soft skin with his thumb.

“I...I guess, I don’t like seeing such senseless violence...especially when it looks so real like that...” He muttered, “they...well...people watch this for entertainment!?” He asked. (--) Stroked his head. “That was horrible...” (--)’s stomach twisted with guilt.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I would be the one that would be scared to be honest...” Kugo looked up and smirked a little.

“What? You mean to tell me that you wanted to cuddle up to your big strong boyfriend so you could scare yourself senseless and feel...” His voice trailed off a little. “Protected...” (--) could feel her face burning.

“Yes...but more than that...” She grabbed a cushion, hugging it to her chest. “I wanted you to know...that you are my hero, you are someone that makes me feel safe, and I love you for who you are Kugo.” She looked up at him with a dejected sigh, smiling as she held his face. “No matter what the magazines or stupid polls say...” Kugo felt her heart skip a beat.

“I...” He took a hold of her hands. “I admit...the fact that I am so intimidating to so many...” He gazed into her eyes. “Has made me worried that it would rub off on you...” Kugo took a deep breath. “I should trust you more than that, forgive me...” (--) smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Only if you forgive me for putting on that awful movie, it was so cheesy...” Kugo puffed his cheeks, wrapping his arms around her waist as she was pulled into her lap.

“cheesy...cheesy my foot, I still don’t understand how you looked so unbothered and bored!” Kugo mumbled. “I hope you know that I am now going to be staying over.” He stood, still holding onto her. “And I think we shall go enjoy a nice bath and you can make it up to me by letting me hold you all night...” (--) sighed dramatically.

“Oh what agony...” She giggled.

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thepixeldemon · 1 year

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Happy, together, forever.

Bakugou x Afab! reader

Summary: Reader thinks that Bakugou is going to propose, and is afraid of losing him because their life directed them into not wanting and deciding to never have kids. But they decide to talk about it with him, to not end up hurting him more. Also in ao3

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, comfort, hinted sickness/infertility for the reader, just comfort for childfree people because we deserve love and validation too.

Word count: 1k+ (I'm passionate about this)

When you met Bakugou, you never thought that your relationship would reach the point where the two of you would want to spend the rest of your lives together. Throughout your life you were surrounded by the archaic idea of the cycle of life, being born, growing, reproducing and dying, despite having fantasized a thousand times about the perfect romance, you never believed that you would get to live it, romance never happened in your life, you were a little scared of it, and when you reached the age in which your acquaintances started to ask about you having childrens, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, although you always knew it, you were afraid to accept it, since that would be the definitive barrier between you and a long term love, that idea of getting married just to have children was unpleasant for you, can't you want to be with the love of your life without having to get tied together with children? You thought about it from a young age but now it was final, you don't want children, and you wouldn't change your opinion for anything in the world, you were decided to have a happy life even if you couldn't experience that romantic ideal, but he showed up.

At first you only considered that it would be something temporary, a relationship that you could remember as a beautiful memory, so you shouldn't worry about any parental wishes he might have, even though every once in a while he blurts out the casual "that's why I don't want kids" the fear still existed. But days, months, years passed, and you were currently living togheter, working as pro heros on the same angency, and ready to celebrate your fifth anniversary. Worries about the future had been left far behind in your mind, he made you forget all that, he made you feel that your lives were complete, that nothing needed to change to have a happy life, the two of you were more than enough for each other, but the fear returned a thousand times stronger when you accidentally found the search "engagement rings" on the laptop of his office. At first you though that it may be of some coworker, or maybe Kirishimas , but Katsuki was the only one that used that account, you felt happy, weddings were so romantic, you definitely would be up for one, specially with the love of your life, the joy you felt made you jump like a fangirl teen, until your eyes made contact with a framed picture of him after saving a toddler, the little kid was clinging to his chest with a relieved expression while Katsuki held a fist up flashing his usual victory smile. Your heart skipped a beat as all the fears you had forgotten hit you again with destructive force. The voices of family members, friends, coworkers, paparazzis, interviewers...

"When are you planning on getting pregnant?"

After thinking a lot, and even coming up with the idea of pretending and "changing" your opinion just for him, to make him happy, you decided that it was best to talk about it, if things had to end it's better to do it once and for all, you couldn't live avoiding that subject and lying to him, as you did with relatives who pressed the issue of "new blessings in the family". The thought of ending you relationship shattered your heart, but you couldn't live forever under the pressure of a husband demanding a child, you have heard of stories where people "trick" their partners into getting pregnant, and even knowing that Bakugou would never force you to do something you didn't want, you were still terrified , not only that, but he deserved someone who could made all of his dreams true, someone who could fulfill all of his desires, and you couldn't do that.

You hoped that he wouldn't care, that he didn't want children, that he only wanted you and your well-being, but deku had invited him to his son's baby shower, so that possibility became smaller and smaller to you. It was now or never, you needed to bring that issue to the table and end that problem once and for all.

You were on the train on your way home, after patrolling all day together, both quieter than usual, specially you, and he noticed it, but he preferred not to mention it until arriving to your shared apartment, since he didn't want to bother you, even so he couldn't hide his worried look, you noticed it and that made your nerves go even more crazy.

The train arrived at its stop, Katsuki took your hand to guide you home, a habit that he never lost since the days studying together, when you felt his warm palm your heart began to beat even faster, you didn't want to lose him, you really wanted to be with him forever, but just imagining his disappointed face while trying over and over again to convince you to try and give him a child, his mother's disapproving look, the whispers of people judging you, all that just made you want to vomit.

You replayed the words you thought to say to start that conversation, over and over again, changing anything that may sound bad or self pitying, anxiety coursing trough you veins, suddenly you felt a light squeeze of his hand, you turned to see his face, and he flashed a warm reassuring smile to you, god, you really loved that man. That made you start second guessing yourself, why were you so worried? Despite the fact that at first it was hard for you to accept it, you were sure that he loved you, way too much, he had told you several times, that he was willing to do anything to see you happy, that he loved you and would be with you no matter what, that he wanted you to be by his side when he became the number one hero, he showed that not only with words, he always was supportive with your life choices, he was always so caring when your health was not the best, he took care of you like nobody did before.

You were lost in your thoughts when you heard his keys opening the door of the simple yet stunning apartment you both shared, your styles combined perfectly adorning the place that witnessed all those moments that you shared, the sad ones, the happy ones, the ones that you will treasure until you closed your eyes a final time, the ones that you were afraid of needing to forget.

Still quietly, you both got changed and started heating up the dinner, you were still so nervous, and he couldn't wait more to know why "— are you okay?" he asked in the softest voice he could make, you forgot the little speech you prepared, untill you felt his warm hands caress your arms, softly you responded "— I think is time to talk about something, something very important" nervously you looked up to meet his gaze, still concerned he gestured for you to continue "— I always joked about it, and you know about my health issues, time keeps going and we continue to become more and more serious about a future together, everyone is starting to raise their families, and people keep asking about ours, and... I really want to spend my life with you Katsuki, but, we can't have a family, at least not in the traditional way, I don't want to have kids, I can't, and if having mini Bakugous is something you want in your life, you should consider looking for someone that can give you that, i can't, i can't make you happy like that..."

Your eyes got watery, you adverted your gaze, afraid of his reaction, but a breathy laugh of him made you look up again, he had a disbelieved expression, "so that was it..." he gave you a sympathetic smile, he hugged you softly, and pressed a kiss on you forehead "you don't have to worry about that, just having you with me is more than enough"

"But..." You were a little bit shocked "no buts, we don't have to raise that kind of family to have a happy life, and frankly, i don't think that i would be a good dad" he laughed.

You smiled, yeah, not only him, you also would be a terrible parent, not only that but hero work was really dangerous, you could die any day, the possibility of bringing a human life only to end up as an orphan because their hero parents died was just selfish and sad, a tragedy.

You sighed, needing a final reassurance "you really don't care? What if you change your mind?" He looked at you seriously "— no, i wont, and don't question me about more 'what if's' you're sounding like my mom"

You laughed "—yeah, I'll stop, definitely not want to be like that" you both giggled, basking on each others warmth, you felt like a weight had been lifted of your shoulders, you were happy, happy that you found your perfect man, that you can make him happy, and that you could have that dreamy perfect life you only though that was possible on you fantasies.

"—besides, you are already a pain in the ass, and the pets are a lot of responsibility, i definitely don't need more stress getting on my way of becoming the number one" you pinched his side, making a pout jokingly, he kissed you cheek "—i also promised that i will never let anyone hurt you, you don't deserve that kind of pain"

"— But katsu, i think my tummy is going to hurt now"

"— huh? What are you talking about?"

"— something smells burned"

"— shit".

Notes: My first writing in years, i was just tired of not finding any childfree Katsuki fics, and in a blog that i love i saw that someone made an ask about this topic, so i decided to write this to have a small comfort for feeling like i don't deserve love in a world where people are crazy over Dadsuki and I'm just like yuck, kids being raised by a traumatized man with an extremely dangerous job that could kill him any day.

I don't think I will write very often, I'm not a good writer, i just needed to express my feelings in a way that i can't with a drawing (and that's why I posted this in my side account), and maybe this will be a great comfort for other people too ✨

Anyways, remember, he would love you no matter what 💕

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tobegiggledat · 1 year

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To the One I Greatly Cherish

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI

✦pairings: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) x afab!reader, Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) x afab!reader

✦word count: 4.7k (this part only), 9.4k (total)

✦summary: A series of anonymous love letters fill your inbox days before the world's most notable romantic holiday, but who could possibly be your secret admirer? Will you be able to find out their identity in time for Valentine's Day?

✦warnings: slight angst, guilt, kissing, massages, mutual fingering, oral sex, clit-leashing, vaginal sex, dildos, praise, begging, pet names (angel)

✦a/n: A special fic for the folks that only got love from fictional characters this year (me)

This fic has different endings depending on who you think wrote the letters (you’ll have to choose a link at the bottom), but I’d recommend reading both for the full context.

To the one I greatly cherish,

If you’re captivating eyes manage to stumble upon this message, then you must know how often you cross my mind.

And how there isn't a breath I take that isn't fueled by my desire to be with you one day.

Even from a distance, your presence will continue to consume me, although I'm afraid you won't understand.

Longing for you always,

Your Secret Admirer

It’s only been a day since you’ve discovered that someone wants to pursue you from afar.

The first message from this unknown sender was delivered with an eye-catching header to your school email address, one which you clicked with an urgency, zipping across the romantic lines before your cursor could keep up with you. The thought of it still sends a fresh rush of warm fervor through your system at the possibility of who it may be.

When was the last time someone yearned for you, let alone expressed it in such a heartfelt way?

A blaring bell chimes to interrupt your reminiscence. It's a signal for another day's work at U.A. High School, and as the Heroics Department’s Journalism teacher you mustn’t spend your time idly.

Dozens of students flock to their seats, some bright-eyed and eager to learn, while others give distant, dull gazes you’re certain wouldn’t falter even if the sky were to somehow collapse into your very classroom.

No matter, you’ll teach the subject with utmost enthusiasm as it’s one you’ve been passionate about since youth. Many of your teenage years were spent gathering first hand sources on heroic symbolism, the faults/benefits of quirk regulation, and more. You managed to garner a following for yourself on all socials—though whether you’re a good journalist or not has always been…up for debate.

Today’s lesson goes by swiftly, with you discussing privacy rights and the importance of examining a source’s background and potential interests. It's a lesson you could've used many years ago, nonetheless, you believe you'll shape your students into promising reporters even as you grow from your past mishaps.

The next period gives you an opportunity to collect your thoughts; an empty classroom makes for an empty mind, although your fingers itch to finally text your best friend about the whole “secret admirer” ordeal.

You: Gained a potential love interest today👀

Emi: Right, and it's not that one loser from the bar again is it?

You: Hmm, maybe. They're a secret admirer after all

Emi: So, secretly the loser from the bar?

You: I’d hope not, but the secret part does make that sound a bit more alluring.

You: Let's grab coffee later so I can tell you more.

Your phone slides from your hands and onto the desk in exchange for the stack of papers you were meant to grade. Your pointy, red pen taps against your bottom lip as you scan over the neat arrangement of letters at the top of the stack, checking and ticking along the margins then repeating this for the next page or until class ends.

The lunch bell inevitably releases you from your dreary task, and you're quick to align the correct stacks in their designated corners before gathering your lunch box and taking off toward your usual secluded spot.

Students line the walls in minimally chaotic rows, something you've come to appreciate as order is always upheld in U.A. despite how small.

You turn the corner into an empty hall, but your heart plunges into your ass upon looking to the very end of it to discover the long, violet strands and crimson lenses of Nemuri Kayama.

In an instant, you think to escape before she makes out your presence, but just when you turn on your heels to do so she gives you a condescending smirk while raising a palm to give a curt wave.

The controversy of your past always seems to linger.

“Afternoon, Kayama”, you keep your introduction brief upon clashing with her stark center amidst the path.

“Professor Kayama”, she corrects snobbishly. “Remember, this is a school environment, not one of your trashy articles.” Her shapely brows frown as she grits her teeth.

You give her a faux grin to appease her ridiculous standards of professionalism. “Trashy or blunt truths you chose to avoid?”

Her eyes nearly roll back into their sockets. “If you're the source of truth, then maybe the world is too incapable to seek it themselves.” Kayama whips her hair away with a pale hand, the click-clack of her heels echoing against the tile as she storms off.

You're just glad the whole thing is over with.

You stumble upon your destination; a quiet gated area outside the back of the school. The trees around it are ample of life, leaving shadowy freckles of shade across your skin as you sit beneath its thick heads of leaves.

Your head turns to and fro while you attempt to spot the signature dark wardrobe of your occasional accompanier, but it seems he hasn't arrived today.

Besides you and Aizawa, no one else has noticed this area's unusual privacy, but it makes things all the more peaceful.

You chow down on leftovers from yesterday's dinner then depart to begin teaching the last two classes; stringing together repetitions from the lesson earlier except with more exaggeration on the privacy aspect.

You head out to meet Emi minutes before the final bell rings, giving your class an early dismissal as long as they agree to go about it quietly.

You've known Emi since high school, although you ultimately decided to teach at U.A. for more newsgathering opportunities. Emi never lets you hear the end of it as she jokingly calls you the traitor of Ketsubutsu whenever you'd mention your experiences there.

While you weren't in the heroics program back when you were a student, you made notable achievements as an intern for a national website by investigating scandals of corrupt heroes and crafting opinion pieces on the ethics of hero society.

You met Emi at the beginning of your first-year orientation, with the two of you sitting beside each other at the assembly hall, playing off of each other's jokes in whispers and concealed giggles to keep yourselves entertained.

You could never bring yourself to admit that she's the funniest of the two of you, but you've always spoken of how you admire her approach to heroism as she brings smiles to civilian's faces even without the use of her quirk.

Sweet aromas of vanilla and herbs waft through the coffee shop air, with dim lights illuminating the rustic interior and dark wooden tables placed in all corners.

Emi’s seated near the end of the cafe and has already ordered you and her drinks. You make your way to her table, teeth gleaming and eyes bright while meeting her own eager, chartreuse ones.

“Hey, what’s the news?”Emi chirps, sliding a cup to your end of the table.

You hold the drink firmly before releasing a small sigh. “Not much to tell. I still don’t have the slightest clue as to who they might be.”

“I’m excited!” Her smile grows wider as she twists side to side with glee. “What’ll you do once you find out?”

“Probably marry them or something. I mean, no one has ever gone through this much effort for me”, you jape despite the depressing reality of your words, then take a sip of your drink, savoring the familiar flavors with each gulp.

She puckers her lips to give a playful pout. “Does this mean you’ll replace me?” She asks with fake weariness. “Does what we have mean so little to you?”

You reassure her teasingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll marry you next if things don’t work out this time.”

She taps her lips with her straw as if considering. “With such a good offer, I’m not sure if I want to help you with this anymore.”

“Oh, come on, Emi. You know I’ll always love you.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll help you”, she relents. “Maybe you should try picking a person close to you and observing them.”

“Hmm…funnily enough, I’m not that close to any of my coworkers. It’s weird I received a love letter through my school email at all.” You reach down to take another hefty sip.

“But there’s gotta be someone you know at least a little more than the others.”

You take a moment to ponder. “Sometimes, I sit with Aizawa during lunch, although we don’t talk often so we just enjoy each other’s silences.”

Emi’s brows raise noticeably. “Yikes…if anything I’d think he’s your least likely candidate.”

“I know, but there aren’t many options to choose from. Kayama hates me, I hardly get a chance to speak to Mic or Vlad outside of meetings, and All Might is…All Might.”

“Well, if Aizawa is your best bet there shouldn’t be harm in looking into him anyways, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so...”

You and Emi’s talk concludes with exchanged hugs before you take your train home, contemplating Emi’s suggestion and how to go about your approach.

When you arrive, you hastily discard your work clothes before putting on something more comfortable and lounging on your bed to reread the email you received.

Is this really something Aizawa would write, you hesitantly contemplate to yourself, scanning over the flowery words and recoiling at the idea of him putting them together—you ultimately decide it’s tomorrow's problem.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

To the one I greatly cherish,

I hope you’re pleased reading my messages as much as I am while writing them.

As the time passes, I find my days to be progressively trivial without you.

My most profitable successes are worthless as they’re void of your companionship. My biggest fear overlaps with my inability to have you.

Will we ever be united? It’s up to fate to decide.

Continuing to be blessed by you,

Your Secret Admirer

Today’s letter creates new waves of violent jitters along your spine, coupling with the preexisting dread that’s already palpitating through your system at the thought of approaching Aizawa about it.

You’re unsure how you’d feel if you found out he truly had feelings for you, and while you told Emi you’d probably reciprocate them, you can’t say that for certain.

You've grown to respect Aizawa to some degree after investigating his days as the underground hero, Eraserhead, but nothing more as of yet.

Only time will tell, for now you’d just like to get to the bottom of who’s been plotting to romance you, once and for all.

The lunch bell eventually stirs to life, and with your steeled resolve, you hurriedly pace along the halls, toward the back of the school.

The dark blue doors feel heavy against your palms as you press on them to finally arrive at the shaded area. Its lulling atmosphere is as undisturbed as you expected, you spot Aizawa’s rugged form on a bench, faced away and gazing at the limited scenery of the campus.

“Hey, is it okay if I sit here?” You ask upon approaching him while awkwardly hovering outside his range of sight.

He nods slightly but makes no effort to turn your direction.

You take a seat beside him, picking at the prints of your fingers to occupy yourself and the silence. “It’s beautiful weather for February, isn’t it? I honestly expected a little more snow”, you finally attempt to break the tension.

He hums softly in agreement but nothing more.

“Valentine’s day is right around the corner, but I’m not one to usually celebrate it”, you pause, clenching your peeling fingers into a snug fist. “What about you—”

“You’re awfully chatty today”, Aizawa interrupts, his voice gruff with irritation as his hands hook along the sides of his scarf.

Your words are nearly caught on your tongue. “I’m sorry?”

“If this is for one of your news columns or something, I have no interest in gossiping.”

You sneer, turning fully to face him, but only his stoic, disinterested profile can be seen. “That’s not my field of work and you know it. Haven’t you read any of my reports?”

“Possibly, but it’s not like I’d remember those kinds of things.”

Ouch.

“Whatever, it’s nothing. Sorry to have bothered you.” You defeatedly rise from your seat, throat and eyes stinging from the heat that grows with each step you take toward the door.

This isn’t the first time your work has been reduced to pandering nonsense, but for some reason it hurts way more than usual.

“Fuck”, you mutter quietly, sniffling away in the nearest bathroom stall as you try to collect yourself.

Has it really been that long since you’ve written something that deconstructed the masses view on heroics? You must’ve grown too complacent at this school—in fact, this is where it all went wrong.

Choosing to become a teacher instead of risking your comfort to uncover hidden truths wasn’t what you initially planned.

But is it so wrong to change paths even when your prior choice was deemed more impactful?

Is it so wrong to write proposals about a hopeful, nonexistent future than to expose more darkness of a knowingly ineffective society? You’ve long realized the corruption runs deeper than you ever could’ve hoped to shed light on. You journal about the new era of quirks, searching for an ability that’ll make the old way of things seem outdated.

Is that too foolish to look forward to?

Your phone vibrates along your clothes’ seams, and you swiftly remove it from your pocket as you swipe away the last of your tears.

Emi: Soo, is Aizawa dying to be with you or what???

A small smile creeps up your cheeks at her overwhelming interest.

You: Nope. It was a complete shut down.

Emi: It’s okay. I’ve been there too, Aizawa’s tough.❤️

A hefty exhale escapes you before you finally make yourself presentable enough to return to your classroom and finish teaching for the rest of the day.

Once classes end, Mic summons all of the heroics teachers into the teacher’s lounge to invite everyone out for drinks in celebration of his podcast’s growing success.

You: I was invited to go to a club with my coworkers tomorrow night, should I go?

Emi: Yes!! How else will you find your true love?!

You: Yeah, but with Aizawa and Kayama it'll be awkward :(

Emi: Aizawa doesn't go out on school days so you should be down at least one problem

You: Fair enough, I’ll just try to avoid Kayama the whole night🥲

Now, the only thing left to do is prepare yourself for another long day of hardships…

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

To the one I greatly cherish,

Come find me on Valentine’s Day so that I'll be rightfully yours. Let your heart guide you to the correct choice if you feel the same as I.

Thinking of you fondly,

Your Secret Admirer

Unlike the emails from before, today's love letter arrives a half hour after school ends rather than before it starts, and is much briefer in length.

You’re expected to somehow discover the identity of your admirer within a few days and without much to go off of.

It’s almost like they never wanted to be discovered in the first place.

Sharp pin-pricks zip through palms and into your twitching fingertips as the nervous chill that’s pervaded your body attempts to find an outlet through your skin.

If only they knew their longing is being reciprocated…

You aid your shudders with disordered breaths, mentally counting each dry pant before drafting a text to update Emi on the state of your situation.

To pass the time before meeting with your coworkers and to get your mind off the whole letter ordeal, you spend the rest of the evening formulating your lesson plans for the next week.

It’s tedious but necessary work as you ultimately decide on journalism ethics and informed opinions for the topics.

Emi still hasn’t responded to your texts since before classes ended, although you know she’ll want you to persist with going out anyways.

Nighttime arrives and you promptly put together a casual yet tasteful look then exit your home with the weight of the world seemingly trapped in your chest. The ride there is even more disorienting with clammy passengers cramming all corners of the train and bracing themselves for each turn with the lack of space.

Luckily, the trip is short as you find yourself standing before the glowing green lights of the club’s name etched in neon, with purple hues also trailing the rim of it and leading down to the snowy glass doors.

You tug at the elongated handles, breath caught in your throat as you take your first steps toward the source of your unease.

Ambient music sweeps through your ears, its vibrations jolting enough to stir the hairs on your skin and rattle the depths of your bones. Your eyes drift across the arrangement of floundering civilians to spot the bright yellow of Mic’s hair as he’s seated on a stool closest to the front of the bar.

His hands flail outwardly to make exuberant gestures while he speaks to a hooded man beside him. Kayama also sits near Mic, slender fingers cupped around a glass with a salted rim and lemon. Her glossy lips meet the edge of it as her gaze passes between Mic and the unfamiliar man as they speak.

How long will you continue to watch from a distance?

Your hands cup the sides of your arms for comfort—but suddenly, as if Kayama could feel the force of your stare, her intense blue irises spot you in her periphery before promptly shifting away.

Your body moves backward mechanically to leave until you feel your phone chime against you.

Call me, the message from Emi reads, and you take off toward a dark, empty hallway at the end of the club to do just that.

Thankfully, the area is quiet and private enough for you to make the call.

“Hey, have you reached the bar yet?” Emi cheerfully answers after the first ring.

You press the phone tightly to your ear. “Yeah, but I’m not sure if I can do this anymore. I feel so out of place here”, your voice drifts as you speak, tone shaky and uncertain.

“I get what you mean. It must be exhausting to perform in front of people you’re not really familiar with.”

“Right. I just never expected having a secret admirer to be so…stressful.” Your head falls back against the wall as you shut your eyes gently. “How will I ever find out who they are if they never plan to reveal themselves?”

“I’m not sure, but if you really want to find out this may be your only chance.”

“Yeah, then I should probably get back to it... Thanks, Emi.” You take a last sigh of relief before reluctantly hanging up to go back to the rest of the group.

As you turn the corner to retreat, a dizzying force crashes into you and sends your heels tumbling backward, scrambling for a tidbit of balance.

Before an apology could form on your tongue, you recognize the passerby as no one other than Kayama and begin to pull yourself away.

“ ‘m sorry, just came to check up on you”, Kayama’s words are slightly slurred as she speaks. She clumsily swipes her purple wisps from her deeply stained cheeks. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown as they examine you with an intrigue you’ve never witnessed from her.

“Are you drunk?” You ask hesitantly, but she only blinks at you slowly.

“Just tipsy, but come on.” Her hand locks around your wrist as she pulls you along the halls to lead you back to the bar, and for some reason you don’t pull away. You opt to be dictated by her impulse despite the conflict that’s always existed between you.

Mic and the stranger have gone off somewhere by the time you both return. Kayama pulls herself to the counter and orders another round of shots after awkwardly pointing along the lengthy menu provided to her.

Three clear glasses are slid in front of you with a smirk passing over Kayama’s lips.

You question if her actions are a drunken whim or a genuine attempt to mend your strained dynamic, but you don’t think it matters much.

This’ll make things easier, right?

Fuck it. You gulp down all three shots consecutively, jaw tightening as the burning liquid courses down your throat and through your chest. Heat seeps into your nerves while the alcohol begins to conquer your judgment.

Kayama’s smile grows wider, a giddy hum passing through her lips. “Let’s have some fun!” She redirects you once more, except to the dance floor as the next song begins to play.

Her body begins to sway delicately to the thrums of each beat, a series of synchronized yet hypnotic movements possessing her limbs as her piercing eyes remain on yours.

She shuffles a little closer then places a soft palm on your shoulder, trailing down along your sleeves then grasping your hand again tightly. She twirls away on the tips of her feet, free hand extended outward, before pulling into you and pressing her back firmly against your chest, while her hips curve into your own.

As quickly as she spins into you, she turns back to face you with her features no more than a breath away from yours. She stills for a moment, quietly taking in each ridge across your cheeks and the delicate shape of your lips.

“You’re really hot, y’know that?” She speaks tenderly against you, although there’s an underlying sadness as she utters it, one her facial expression seems to mimic as well.

“Buut…I still haven’t forgiven you”, she winks without any trace of her earlier gloom present. The heat of her closeness disappears to leave you cold and aching as she turns away to leave the club without another word.

Her words still echo across your synapses while the clarity of her silhouette slowly fades until gone completely.

You've wronged her but have yet to atone even though the guilt of your actions continue to fester and swell in your chest to engrave rotten, pus-filled holes in the walls of your heart. It oozes and drips into your veins as it spoils you, body and mind.

Would she ever accept your pleas of forgiveness if you were to give them to her? Does she too believe that the tight-walk around the conversation has gone on for too long?

You anxiously text Emi on the way home.

You: I think I may have found my secret admirer

Maybe the letters were a ruse to finally address things once and for all…

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

The very next morning Emi sends a message to your school email.

Hey

No service right now but email me back if you need anything :)

Emi

A wave of relief washes over you now that you’ve been given the reasoning for Emi’s lack of responses.

You’re eager to give her more juicy details on your valentine, but you’d rather discuss with her in person once classes end.

Today is a typical Friday, with students excitedly whispering discussions of their weekend plans, and teachers assigning the appropriate amount of coursework for the next two days off.

Despite the upcoming weekend, you won’t be at ease as Valentine’s Day will be on the approaching Monday and you’re still dissatisfied with your “investigation”.

You’ve yet to see Midnight, even after intentionally passing her classroom, but other than that classes go by swimmingly.

Emi receives your email begging her to let you come over to her apartment so that the two of you can chat and she obliges.

Still dressed in your work attire, you give a few taps on the beige door to Emi’s apartment, which opens the moment your knuckles retreat from its smooth wood.

"Hey, come on in”, Emi greets, swiftly turning so that you'd follow her into her lavish living room, adorned with patterned wallpaper and two lime-green suede sofas at the center.

She sits on the farthest end of one of the couches and you join right beside her. The small coffee table before you is already decorated with snacks and drinks, you smile at the thought of having another movie night or sleepover with her.

“So tell me about it already”, Emi says, eyes wide and fingers clasped together as if she’s pleading.

“Emi, you're not going to believe me when I tell you who it is”, you begin as you reach passively for a bottle of water to occupy your hands.

She gasps. “No way, is it Kayama?”

You nod with a smug grin. “I think so, but I'm not one-hundred percent sure yet.”

“What makes you think it's her? She totally hates you.”

“That's what I thought too, until she started dancing with me at the club the other night.”

Emi claps her palms over her mouth as you continue, her emerald brows nearly touching the soft hairs of her hairline.

“We were both a bit drunk but I still think it was odd she tried to initiate anything with me at all.”

“Did you get a chance to talk with Mic or the others?” Emi asks with undeviating attention.

“No, not once. I doubt they had anything to do with this otherwise they would've made an attempt to reach out to me.” You focus on the feeling of the cool condensation on your fingers as you speak, rolling the thin plastic bottle between each hand.

Emi hums in agreement. “Good point. And going by the emails, this person must really-really like you. They're not just someone who passed you by and thought you were cute.”

“Yeah, putting it that way means Midnight is the only one I’ve had a history with, even though we’ve…drifted apart.” You let out a deep sigh before finally taking a few gulps of water. “Emi, things would’ve been so much easier if you were the one behind this.” Your pouty eyes meet hers, and for a second her expression is unreadable.

“What if I actually was?” She asks softly, but her features are stern as she awaits your reply. Her body unconsciously shifts closer to you while yours goes rigid.

“You mean, you’re my secret admirer?”

“Mhmm.” Her stare slowly trails to your lips and lingers there for what feels like an eternity.

You swear your cheeks are searing to the touch as warmth spreads beneath your skin from the intensity of her look.

“I’m just kidding!” Emi suddenly beams then playfully taps your shoulder. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“Don’t joke like that Emi. My heart was racing.” You can’t bring yourself to look her in the eyes.

“Good, that means you’ve fallen for me.”

Shortly after talking with Emi, she puts on a romcom that she's been wanting to see for ages, but you can hardly pay any attention to it.

Are you overthinking what she said earlier?

It feels like you’ve known Emi forever, but it’s still hard to tell when she’s being serious at times.

Maybe you shouldn’t brush off the possibility of there being some truth to what she suggested, after all, she could’ve easily sent you those emails at any moment.

You decide not to sleepover at Emi’s house that night due to the unusual nervousness that accompanies you at the thought of sharing a bed with her.

Under the comfort of your duvet, you look into the pitch-black darkness of your room, silently meditating on what you’ve gathered while looking into your admirer's identity.

You vividly recall Kayama’s fleeting interest in spending time with you and how it correlates with the sudden letters. Do her feelings for you remain despite all that’s happened?

You also begin to ruminate the feel of Emi’s harsh stare as she spoke with you earlier. When she entertained your misled thoughts about the emails, was it merely façade?

After deliberating, only one conclusion seems most sensical to you. The orchestrator of it all has to be

Emi ✦ Kayama

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animesoulmate-aus · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do (another) Snipe x reader? But maybe have the reader be a teacher? Please and thank you in advance

A/N: It's been like 3 years since I've been on this blog. A lot has changed and I've grown as a writer. So, why not have my Tumblr come back happen with a fun Snipe x Teacher reader? Without further a do, I present

English lessons with a Cowboy (Snipe x GN S/O) (Soul Animal AU)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The rays of the morning sun leak their way into the bedroom. You lay there, eyes closed and light hitting your face. You could feel the rays against your eyelids but you were so content with laying there. You didn't want to move from your nice government issue bed.

Grumbling a bit, you manage to pull yourself up to sit and then slammed your hand down on the big red button of your digital alarm clock. You scratched your stomach, took a stretch, and let out a monstrous yawn. You finally opened your (color) eyes, allowing you to take in the room and your little friend sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at you ever so patiently.

You smile, a small half smile, holding your hand up as you beckon your friend to come a bit closer. Their big grey eyes and matching fur coat shimmers in the light as their tongue hangs out of their mouth. The decently sized dog trots forward, almost a smile on its face as it lays right in your lap and starts sniffing you.

You laugh a little, feeling his nose press against yours and then his tongue scrape against your face a couple times in a slobber filled mess.

"Hey boy," you manage to laugh out as he stands and is now practically forcing you against the headboard.

You put your hand out, covering his mouth, tongue now pressed against your palm. He looks confused, taking a slow careful lick before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and sitting on your lap. He resumes panting, his smile never faltering.

"Okay ya big lug," you scratch his chest a bit, causing him to tilt his head up and his leg to bounce a little. "We have to get ready for work. Come on," you struggle out that last bit, gently nudging you off of him so you can finally stand up.

He whines, getting off and jumping off the bed. He sits down next to your slippers and waits patiently for you. You slide out of bed, fix the covers a little, and finally put your slippers on. The carpeted floor of the bedroom is much less of a shock in the morning compared to tile floors in your old apartment. Thank goodness you were given a place to stay cause of everything that's been going on with Yuuhei for free. Teachers and students live on campus now. Each year and class getting their own set of dorms.

To be honest, when you heard about this you weren't surprised. Yuuhei had enough funding for 3 mock cities in what you like to joke as, their backyard. So obviously, the school had enough room for a couple dorms for all the students, each with their own specifications for certain students with certain quirks. So when you heard the teachers got one, your surprise was very limited. It was the only logical answer to everything that was going on.

But you were just a simple English teacher and a small time hero. You weren't even in the top 500. Well you almost were. But then one day you caught the flu and were stuck at home. That was the day that the hero right below you in rank managed to stop a huge villain attack and gain popularity in the polls. A lot of people voted in her favor and she shot right pass you and into the 500th spot. So now you're stuck at rank 501. But, you couldn't really care. You were more in it to shape the young minds of students. Besides, with your quirk and abilities, you could easily make top 100 before the end of the year.

Your dog nudges you, sticking his nose against your leg. That caused you to jump.

"Simon." You say sternly as you look at him.

Simon walks over to the door to the bathroom and sits beside it, looking up at you. His ears perk up. You sometimes forget how big he is. His head is in line with the doorknob. You sigh, walking over and rubbing his head before you take your morning shower and carry on with your morning routine. School is starting soon. You don't want to be late for your first class of the day.

"(Y/n)!" A loud and familiar voice shouts from down the hall in English.

You turn, Simon turning with you to see Yamada Hizashi with a black cat on his shoulder. That cat never left his side. It always liked to sleep too. And you swore up and down, those yellow eyes it had were the creepiest thing.

"Hey, Yamada." You smile at him, still tired and not even a cup of coffee in your system yet.

"Which class are you teaching today?" Yamada asked, walking in stride with you and Simon to the faculty room.

"Class 3-B."

"Ahhh, Mirio Togata's class! They're a fun bunch, especially with him in the room. Shouta is going to have him and the other 2 of the big three come into 1-A next week. Said he wanted the kids to get a feel for what someone who's destined to go looks like." Yamada smiled, his big goofy grin.

"Well, I'm sure Mirio will take them down no problem." You chuckled in amusement at the idea of the 1st years fighting against Mirio.

"I don't know, we have some pretty strong 1st years this year. Especially that one that All Might has taken a liking to." Yamada held the door open for you to the faculty room.

"Yeah, Midoriya Izuku was his name right?" You questioned as Simon took his normal spot underneath your desk and laid in his large dog bed with his carrot squeaky toy.

Simon loved that thing. He's had it since he was a puppy and he's never let go of it. Luckily, you bought multiple carrot squeaky toys for when he inevitably destroyed this one. He's gone through at least 6 in these past couple years.

Yamada sits at the desk beside you, his cat jumping from his shoulders and laying down in the small cat bed that was right next to all his books. He pulls out a pen, grabs a stack of papers, and started grading them.

You check your watch, sigh, and get up from your seat. Simon looks at you from under the desk and continues chewing on his toy. He watches as you walk over to the pot of coffee and start brewing yourself some.

"Is that (Y/n) brewing coffee?" Shouta asked as he walked in

"(Y/n) brewing coffee!" The small cockatiel on his shoulder echoed.

Aizawa pet the feathers atop his head to which he chirped at with delight. He flew off of his shoulder and onto the small perch that Aizawa had on his desk that sat right beside Yamada's.

"Yep, want a cup Sho?" You look over your shoulder, pouring yourself a large cup of coffee.

"Yes please." He pulls out his chair and sits down right next to Yamada.

You bring over Aizawa a cup of coffee and then place down your cup on your desk before gathering a stack of papers. Look look at your watch and sigh after checking the time.

"Gotta go handle your class already?" Yamada asks with what looks like a sly grin.

"Of course I do." You grumble, still not nearly awake enough to do this.

"Well, have fun with your 3rd years, (Y/n)." Yamada cooed as he waved.

You rolled your eyes and then whistled for Simon. He grabbed his carrot and walked after you with it in his mouth. You made your way down the halls and up some stairs as you sipped your coffee with your papers in hand. As you reach the last flight of stairs, Simon's ears perk up and he looks up the stairs. He races up the stairs and immediately bolts to the left.

"Simon!" You shout, rushing up the stairs with a half full cup of coffee.

He's never done this before. You see him stop infront of a door and sit there. It was almost as if he was waiting for something. He had stopped the toy at his feet and just stared at the door.

"Simon?" You question, walking over to him and staring at him and then glancing to the door.

"(Y/n)?" You recognized that thick country accent anywhere.

Your heart seemingly stops as you look up at see him. It was Snipe. Now you had managed to admit a while ago you had the smallest, ittiest, tiniest, crush on him. But obviously, you didn't want to admit it. You had a soulmate who wanted to meet you and spend the rest of their life with you. Dating around wasn't ever your thing either. You were content with the idea that you and your soulmate would meet when you're ready.

"Snipe...heyyyy." You smile, saying 'hey' a little awkwardly.

"Hey?" He questions, looking down at Simon whose eyes didn't leave him. "This is....Simon, right?" He points to Simon and looks at you for assurance.

You nod, "Yep, that's Simon. He's my pride and joy." You smile, sipping what's left of your coffee and putting it down on your stack of papers.

And then, something catches your attention. A small orange cat walks from behind Snipe and stares up at Simon. It meows, and Simon leans down and gives it a couple sniffs.

"Is that your cat?" You ask, smiling a little.

"Yep, that's my cat. Named em' Ginger." You could've sworn Snipe was smiling under his mask by just saying the name.

"Let me guess, you call them Ginger snap?"

Snipe seemed surprise. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

You shrug, "Just a lucky guess."

You jump a bit, Ginger rubbing against your legs and purring. You smiled, leaning down and petting them. Simon was pressed against Snipe, licking his leg and tugging on his belt a little.

"Well I'll be." Snipe sounded surprised, looking down at Simon and Ginger.

"Snipe?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I reckon you and I are soulmates, (Y/n)." Snipe fixed the hat on his head and rubbed Simon's back.

"Huh?" Your face flushes. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, our animals are never comfortable with anyone but us and our soulmates touching them. So...I guess that means you're my soulmate." Snipe holds his hand out to help you up.

You put the coffee cup, that you had placed on the ground on the stack of papers you had and sat up. You took his hand, blushing worse as you stood.

"Had a feeling you were my soulmate. But I guess it's finally time you and I actually got the chance to realize it huh?" Snipe chuckled, causing you to do the same.

"I-I guess you're right." You smiled.

"So, (Y/n)...would you uh, like to go out with me after classes are over?" He squeezes your hand a bit.

"Of course, I would love to." You smile, giving his hand a squeeze back.

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wuggy101 · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request some platonic headcanons for the Bnha teachers (Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might/Toshinori) ??? sepparetly if it's possible. Maybe they found another girl alongside of Eri, a 13 y/o girl who has very bad trust issues and never talks to anyone due to her trauma and instead prefers to point out at things she wants. But they are very patient with her and let her be by their side because she is scared of being away from them.

Maybe them reacting to the reader looking at them in the middle of one of their clases and hesitantly lifting up her hand just to tell them "thank you"

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting this! I am so sorry, its been a couple days since you asked this but I have finally gotten the courage to try and write this. I really hope this is good. I'm going to try my best!

Aizawa

Today had marked the 30th day you had been rescued from Overhaul, you had been counting. After the black haired man had saved you, you had sort of become attached to him. You had felt the most safe with him, as he was the first person to protect you in a long time.

You never spoke, you hated your voice. Overhaul had always said that your voice was the only reason you were never wanted around. Aizawa had always tried to get you to talk, but you never did.

Today you realized that it was your birthday. You remembered that Aizawa had said something to Present Mic about throwing something special at lunch. You looked at the clock, it said 11:45.

15 minutes in till lunch, you felt something in your heart has you thought about how Aizawa has gone out of his way to remember that it was your birthday. A sign of kindness you haven't been shown in a while.

As you were thinking, 15 minutes had gone by. The lunch bell rang loudly through the halls. As the students quickly sat up amd waked out of class room.

You waked up to Aizawa's desk. Aizawa look up as he heard footsteps approach him. As he saw you, he grabbed a chair from one of the desk's nearby.

As he sat the chair down, you sat down. He then said that he had something for you. He opened one of the drawers in his desk, and pulled a box in wrapping paper out.

Once he closed the drawer, he handed you the box. Once in your hands, he asked you to open it. After opening the box you looked inside to see a small note pade, and a cool looking pen.

As you were looking at the note pad and pen, you heard Aizawa say that this was a gift so you could communicate better with everyone. Without even realizing it, you felt cold tears falling down you face. You slowly look up to him, a small smile on your face.

You slowly tried to say something but your voice cracked. So you tried again, and you said it. "Thank you".

Aizawa eyes widened as he heard you say it. You had said something. Aizawa replied with

"Your welcome"

A/n #2: I just got writing this one ⬆, and I believe this is the most i've ever written.

A/n #3: I just reread your ask, and I hope your ok with me using a little bit of a different idea then yours!

⬆ 12/23/2022 ⬆

⬇ 12/25/2022 ⬇

A/n: Today I have decided to finish this here, but one day I might continue this. But for now i'm going so stop. I feel horrible doing this, but I just don't think I can finish this. I'm so sorry :(

Also Happy Holidays!

#mha #mha x y/n #gn reader #fem reader #masc reader #mha x female reader #mha x male reader #mha x gn!reader #pro hero x reader #platonic x reader #mha x platonic reader #low motivation #low motivation to write #im tryin my best

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romanceisdeadbutimnot · 2 years

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Sweet Like Summer Candy

🍏

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

(Pro Hero Deku x Reader)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Reader curses, aged up characters

Reader is written with a female in mind (but i hardly use pronouns to describe the reader and they are referred to as partner instead of girlfriend)

Summary:

You visited your grandparents in Japan for 3 summers when you were younger, becoming close friends with the quirkless boy next door. Unfortunately you lost touch during middle school. Not to worry though, you’re here in Japan to stay and ready to rekindle your friendship, or something more. And you’re in for a little surprise when you realize what he does for a living.

Or reader has no idea that Izuku is the no 1 pro hero

Link to ao3 here

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Chapter 4: Sugared Like Bitter Cherries

It was a beautiful place to talk about whatever it was wanted to tell you. You secretly hoped that this would be the backdrop of the beginning of a beautiful love story, but you doubted it. In your brief rekindled friendship you had never known him to dance around a subject, in fact he usually told you too much. Something was wrong, and you didn’t know what. The park was beautiful, a lush green. He was waiting for you next to a park bench, he was bouncing between sitting in it, and pacing back and forth in front of it looking sheepish. Your heart ached. As you approached him he perked up. He was, unlike the previous times you had met him outside, wearing a surprising lack of camouflage. He had a hoodie pulled snug over his hair as he smiled to you softly.

“Uh Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” is all you can muster in return. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he looked in the sunlight. For a moment movement catches your attention behind him, drawing your attention away from his face.

Even if he had only called you out here to reject you, even if you would remain nothing but friends, you cared about him a lot. More than you thought was possible. So when you saw a villian, hurtling at your quirkless friend from behind, you did what anyone in your position would do. You shoved him, hard. You concentrate, one hand heavier with the usage of your quirk. It didn’t have a fancy hero name, but density manipulation was the best descriptor you could think of. It allows you to manipulate the density of yourself and objects around you. It was what afforded you your high paying government job. They trained you extensively, to make up for the lost time you spent in your youth not training as a hero. Once they were done with you, you were the perfect reconnaissance weapon. No physical attack would stop you, no lock could prevent your entry, and you could definitely pack a high powered punch. Had you played your cards differently in your youth, you may have even become a hero.

That title never sat right in your mouth, it left a bitter aftertaste akin to the cherries you’d steal from your neighbors tree. After two or three you had grimly realized they were cherries for baking, bitter, meant to be sweetened with copious amounts of sugar. Being a hero didn’t suit your tastes, especially not in America where everything powerful seemed to corrupt. You were happy to do your years of service in the shadows, take your paycheck, and leave. It was this background however that made you confident, maybe too confident, with your prowess. After all this was a villain, and you were just a civilian. In the moment your safety didn’t matter. What mattered was Izuku- Izuku who offered to walk you home to keep you safe. Izuku who so desperately wanted to be a hero. Izuku who cried protecting you during your first summer in Japan. Even now, even when he was so close to breaking your heart, you’d only ever wanted to pay him back for his kindness to the strange kid who couldn’t even speak Japanese.

All your focus was trained on making your hand as heavy as possible, swinging it toward the villain flying toward you. You knock him up into the air, trying to avoid hitting anyone else if possible. You can faintly hear the crowd murmur and the shuttering of cameras. The villain is prepared to attack again, but you focus on increasing his density. His movements become sluggish under the weight of his own limbs plummeting to the ground faster than before. When he lands with a loud groan and the cracking of concrete you shift your attention to the cement he landed on. You decrease its density, allowing him to sink down as if it was water, then you release. He starts cussing at you, effectively trapped into the cement.

Finally you turn to look at Izuku who is staring at you wide eyed. You glance around quickly for heroes or police officers who may get you into trouble. Seeing none in the immediate area you grab Izuku’s hand intending to book it away from the crowd. He doesn’t budge, staring at you shocked. You growl a little in frustration. Concentrating again you focus your quirk on him, making him as dense as air, except for his hand which you use to drag him, floating in the air, away from the crowd as fast as you can.

The sinking feeling in your stomach doesn’t dissipate as you flee the scene. You knew that if you were to remain friends, you’d eventually have to tell him your quirk. However this was most certainly not how you wanted it to go. In the past you tried to avoid the topic altogether. You wonder if he was furious with you, for having such a powerful quirk and doing nothing with it. For having everything he wanted as a child, and never telling him. For living an ordinary life, writing stories and worrying about your love life. Would he think you wasted your potential, like your friends had told you, like you saw in the eyes of your father when you told him your plans. An accomplished military commander, he was the only reason you agreed to work for the government to pay off student loans. You tried it, tried the whole saving people thing, the whole capitalize on your powerful quirk shtick. It wasn’t you. Sure it came useful in situations like this, but you weren’t the hero type. When you have made it into a crowded area, you release your concentration on Izuku and he drops to the ground.

“We should keep going, I’m not technically licensed in Japan to use my quirk like that,” you say to him frantically, his hand still firmly grasped in your own.

“Your quirk- how did you do that?” He pulls you backward. You turn to face him, he was looking at you as if the world had just opened beneath his feet.

“I worked for the government a couple of years after college. It’s a long story, but they trained me to do, well, that.” You rub one palm against your leg, wiping away the sweat. You try to smile at him, though it doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I didn’t know, you never mentioned what it was. I just figured you had a sorta normal quirk, like growing flowers from your palm or the ability to bounce something really high.” Contrary to what you thought, Izuku seemed really excited about your quirk. In hindsight maybe you shouldn’t have been so worried about showing him, he was a huge quirk nerd after all.

“I don’t really like showing it off,” you tell him. I don’t like showing it off because it reminds me of you. It reminds me of how unfair life is. He seems to consider this nodding a little. Then his green eyes light up, he fishes a notebook out from a large inner jacket pocket. You feel your heart drop.

“Izuku, I don’t really have time to answer all your questions- I just smacked a villian-“

“What exactly is your quirk? It was some form of liquidation when you trapped him in the cement, but that’s not quite true. You made me some type of gas, I felt so light it was incredible. Is it a form of density manipulation? And if so, for how long? It looked like concentration, but is there a limit to how long you can hold it-“ he starts rambling listing his theories. You turn red, he really was dissecting you unabashedly. All your weaknesses and strengths partnered with this quirk found out so easily by his candy colored eyes. As you start to tune out his ramblings you can’t help your gaze from running up and down his body, from his broad shoulders to the narrowing of his hips, down to his bright red sneakers. You scold yourself focusing back on the task at hand.

“I��d be happy to show you everything I can do, but this isn’t exactly the perfect place,” you attempt to cut his ramblings off. When he doesn’t stop you place a hand over his mouth. You feel his lips smile against your palm. His large hand encircles your wrist keeping your hand in place. He mumbles something against your palm, sparks flying in your stomach.

“What?” You ask, tugging your hand back. He relents sending you an innocent smile.

“How could I possibly wait? You’ve been hiding something extraordinary from me this entire time! This solves everything,” he tells you. What exactly did your quirk solve, you didn’t know.

“You’re a dork. A villain tries to kill you, and the only thing you can think about is my quirk?” You look at him exasperated. He really was a hero nerd.

“That’s the villain who’s been targeting hero’s. You might’ve not recognized him, but that means he wasn’t targeting me, he was targeting-“ Izuku pauses mid-explanation, his eyes going wide. “The villain! I have to go, I’ll see you later-“ he leans forward pressing a quick kiss to the side of your cheek. Your heart skips a beat, as you feel yourself crumble. When you turn to look at where he had run off too the street was empty. You press a hand to your cheek, still feeling the heat from where he had kissed you. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he wasn’t avoiding you. Maybe you weren’t imagining the sparks flying between you two, the invisible tension.

But where had he gone? Eventually when your heart rate has calmed down to a reasonable speed, you begin your walk home. Maybe Izuku was headed back to the crime scene to see if he could see any heros to take notes on. Maybe he left you behind because you had been running away. Besides, if what he said was true, that villain had done the very same thing you had when you first arrived in Japan, mistook Izuku for that hero- Deck ‘Em or something like that. You were glad he could be apprehended, you shuddered thinking what would have happened if Izuku had been alone.

You were currently sitting in your favorite coffee shop, staring at a blank document before you. You were currently trying to work on your novel, but your mind kept running a blank. You had hardly slept the night before, your thoughts consumed with the grin of a man who didn’t know the effect he had on your heart. You would’ve ordered a latte, to wake you out of your dreaming state, but they had always made you kind of jittery, and you didn’t want to die of cardiac arrest, not before he kissed you for real anyway. You daze off into the alternative, a milk tea with vanilla syrup, when your favorite barista slams a newspaper onto the table in front of you.

“You’re on the cover of the newspaper.” She tells you pointedly.

“Oh yeah, a villian tried to attack my friend,” you nod absentmindedly. “He actually kissed me Oso! Well, kissed me on my cheek, but that has to mean something. Here I was thinking he was going to tell me off for developing this ridiculously huge crush on him, and reject me. But then he kissed my cheek and ran off!” You ramble on, staring into space. Hopefully Oso would have some more award winning advice, because you were lost on what to do next. To your surprise she completely ignores you.

“Yeah, put a pin in that for a second. When were you gonna tell me that you knew Deku?” You hear the sass in her tone. Deku, Deku, where had you heard that name before?

“Deku?” You ask, now turning to look her in the eyes. She’s looking at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“No 1 pro hero Deku?” She clarifies, as if you were an idiot. You remember now, he’s the hero the villain mistook Izuku for.

“Oh no, you misunderstand. I know Izuku looks like that hero, which is why the villain attacked him in the first place. But Izuku is quirkless, he’s not a hero,” You tell her. “So about my predicament. Almost kiss, good sign or bad sign?” You take a sip of the tea, swirling the warm liquid around your mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing.

“It depends. How into hero’s are you?” She says. You must’ve heard that incorrectly. She must’ve been asking how into hero’s Izuku was, considering you saved him from a villian. Was she worried that he’d develop self confidence issues since you had a quirk and he didn’t? Since you were the one to save him after all the fussing he does about walking you home at night?

“Well, Izuku is a really big fan of heros. But my save wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t sweep him off his feet, I shoved him over. And he kissed me after all that, not before. Though, he did run away-“

“Honey, I’m not talking about that,” Oso cuts you off. “I’m asking if you like heros, because your boyfriend is one.”

“Oso, I’m telling you I know they look similar, but Izuku isn’t Deku. He’s quirkless, I knew him as a kid, he was bullied all the time for it.” You weren’t sure why Oso wasn’t believing you. Sure it would be cool if you knew a pro hero, and sure it would be nice for the scrawny kid you knew to have fulfilled his dream, but Deku had a quirk, Izuku did not.

“Hun, you are either the densest woman alive or an absolute idiot. He’s not quirkless.” She taps on the newspaper aggressively. You finally spare the offending article a glance. A majority of the page was a printed photograph, the moment of impact between your fist and the villian. It was a well crafted shot. You glance to the side, toward Izuku covered in green lightning. You feel your stomach plummet, as you process the new information.

“That’s photoshop, there’s no way. He’s quirkless, I know he’s quirkless-“ you look up at your friend's face scanning for reassurance. There’s no way. There’s no way. Something like this wouldn’t have been overlooked or hidden. He would’ve known. He would’ve told you. He would’ve shown signs as a kid. You look to Osono in fear, suddenly things begin clicking in place. You scramble to open your search engine, typing in Deku classmates. An image of the people you’d met during his movie popping up. Your eyes briefly glance over a tuft of spiky blonde hair, hair you recognized as the assholes. You go back to the search engine, typing in Deku without his mask. Images of your friend fill the screen. There was no doubt, those were his eyes, that was his smile. How had you not noticed it before?

“(Y/N), are you okay? You seriously didn’t know?” Oso had dropped all judgment in her tone. She was looking at you with concern and worry. How did you not know? No wonder he was always so busy, always leaving you with work emergencies. A deep pit of unease settles into your stomach and you search your friends' gaze. That night, when you asked him what was wrong, he told you he was thinking about the hero’s partner who had died. He wasn’t avoiding your question, he was worried, he was worried that you’d become a target. You were an idiot. You bolt out of your chair, throwing all your things in your backpack as quickly as you can. You lift the mug to your mouth chugging as much liquid as you can before placing it back onto the table.

“I have to go,” You tell Oso before bolting out of the coffee shop. You run through the streets to Izuku’s apartment. You don’t even bother knocking, lowering your density and phasing through the door. You look around searching everywhere for him when he’s not here you curse. You pull out your phone, searching for his agency. You dump your bag and laptop on his couch taking back into the street to find him. After several blocks of running, and a block of walking to catch your breath you arrive at his agency.

“Hello, can I help you with something?” The receptionist greets you with a smile.

“Yeah, I need to see Izuku. Deku! uh Deku.” You correct yourself, wringing your hands together and smiling at them. You were still rather out of breath, and frantic.

“Do you have an appointment?” They ask you, clacking away on their keyboard.

“Uh… no?”

“Well unfortunately you won’t be able to see him without an appointment.” They tell you, clearly somewhat annoyed. You didn’t blame them, you were sure that in their eyes you looked like some crazy fan. It was unfortunate that they wouldn’t let you in to see him, but walls had never stopped you before and you were going to see him now. It didn’t matter how crazy you looked to everyone else. You needed to know. How was he a hero? When had he gotten a quirk?

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” The receptionist asks, huffing a little at the end. You glance toward the elevators, she follows your gazing stiffening slightly.

“No, I don’t need help.” You send them a small apologetic smile before dashing toward the elevators. The guards who had been eyeing you jump into action, running to stop you. You feel your quirk begin to activate, feeling yourself become lighter than usual, their hands completely sliding through you. You fly through the closed elevator doors pushing the button for the top floor. Did you know if he was on the top floor, no, but it was as good of a guess as any. You’re not too surprised that when the door opens to the top floor, there’s several heroes and hero sidekicks waiting to apprehend you. This was a problem, but one that could be easily addressed once you found Izuku.

“Ma’am just calm down, we don’t want to hurt you.” Someone calls out to you.

“I’m Izuku’s friend I just need to talk to him for a second,” you try your best to appease them. Did you want to fight a room full of hero’s? No. Would you if that’s what it took? Maybe. The group looks at you unimpressed. You shift foot to foot, trying to figure out the best way to slip past them.

“Let’s go back down to the lobby and we can get it all sorted out.” One of the hero’s you didn’t recognize steps toward you, with his palms up. You look out across the room, just spotting a mop of curly green hair disappear into an office space. He was here after all.

“Okay, I’ll go down to the lobby with you. I’m not trying to cause a commotion.” You smile at the hero, and everyone in the room seems to visibly relax a bit. The hero enters the elevator with you, hitting the close door button.

“You must be a really big fan, to attempt to break in.” He tells you, pressing the button to the ground floor. “I’m glad you’re seeing reason though, I’d hate to arrest a young girl for something as silly as getting an autograph.” The elevator whirs to life, a small chime letting you know it was about to start its descent.

“I’m not a Deku fan.” You tell the hero, who just looks at you with puzzlement. “And I’m sorry about this, but it’s really important.” As the elevator starts its descent you lighten your own density, allowing the ceiling to pass completely through you as you float in the empty elevator shaft. You hear the muffled yell of the hero. You take a deep breath, walking through the air, and through the elevator door. You stick as close to the walls as you can, phasing through desks and plants as you make your way towards Izuku. You phase through the door, hearing shouting and commotion outside. Izuku is sitting at his desk, dressed up in full hero gear. He looks up at you in surprise.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? How did you get-“ He stops himself, taking notice of the loud commotion outside. A look of dawning realization crosses his features.

“You’re a hero.” Is all you manage to say. He tilts his head, looking at you with those big innocent eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can someone is bursting through the office door.

“Deku, a crazy fan has snuck into the agency looking for you, they have some sort of permeability quirk.” He then looks at you and jolts.

“I told you I’m his friend, I’m not a Deku fan.” You roll your eyes, at the man, who looks between you and your friend.

“You’re not?” Izuku and the stranger speak at the same time. You look between the two of them flabbergasted.

“No! Well, not no, but not yes, I’m confused!” You groan, rubbing your hands on your face. Izuku stands from his desk, placing a protective hand on your shoulder.

“Weathering, this is (Y/N), she’s a close friend of mine. Now, I don’t know how she managed to outmatch a building full of heroes, but I do intend to find out at our next meeting,” Izuku is smiling at the man, but for some reason it sends chills down your spine. Who knew he could be so intimidating. “Tell everyone to calm down, she’s welcome here anytime.” He dismisses the man with a wave, and the sidekick scrambles to the door face pale. You felt bad for causing such a scene, but you were playing something with higher stakes.

“You’re a hero,” you say again, looking up at him this time. Izuku grabs your hand tugging you gently toward his forgotten office chair, smiling at you.

“Yes?” He pulls you down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you squirm in his hold.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” You manage to say frustrated and embarrassed.

“Tell you what?” He asks, looking at you with confusion etched in his brow. You growl in exasperation.

“That you were a hero!” As you spill those words Izuku tenses beneath you. Then he’s searching your face, trying to figure you out.

“You didn’t know?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“How would I have known,” you fire back. He looks at you as if you’ve told him you don’t believe in the moon.

“I’m on billboards, and the news? I told you I went to UA, you met all my classmates. I don’t know how you didn’t know.” Izuku is looking at you with guilt plastered all over his face. “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, I really thought you knew, I'm not a secret.” His hands cup your face, his eyes searching through your own. You stare back at him, lips quivering, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“You, you’re-“ you stumble through your words, the adrenaline that was keeping you going dying down. The pit that had formed in your stomach eating you alive. “You’re quirkless Izuku! You were quirkless, and you were bullied and you cried all the time. Now somehow after all this time, you’re not, and you never even told me!” Izuku wipes away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. You can’t meet his gaze through the salty pools blurring your vision.

“(Y/N) I-“ You break, cutting him off.

“How was I supposed to know! Sure I thought it was odd that you looked like that hero, and you even had the same name. But he had a quirk and you didn’t! Now I look like an idiot. You’re friends must think I’m stupid for fighting with Bakugo, and I look like a complete fool on the news! What kind of idiot tries to save the number one hero! And I must look like a fool to you too,” your bury your face in his chest, not caring if you got tears all over his costume. You couldn’t stand his gaze burning into you any longer. He stills beneath you, before tracing up and down your back with his free hand.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I honestly forgot that we lost touch before I received my quirk. I honestly expected more questions about being a hero, but you never asked. I understand why now.” He laughs and you can feel the rumbling in his chest beneath you. Your tears die down a little, and you sniffle in response. That only causes him to laugh again. Being this close to him was frying your brain.

“You’re really mean, ya know?” You grumble into his chest. He hums beneath you, the hand stroking your back moving up the fiddle with your hair at the base of your neck. A pleasant shiver wracks itself down your spine.

“How am I mean?” He asks, a smile laced in his tone. You flush bright red, realizing the position you were in.

“You’re playing with my emotions,” You huff, sitting up and trying to pull away from his grasp. He doesn't let you go so easily, one hand wrapping around the low of you back keeping you close to him, the other spread across your thigh, keeping your legs swung up over his arm rest. He gives you a grin, innocent eyes blinking up at you.

“That exactly!” You protest. “You’re really kind and sweet and you let me sleep over at your house and lend me your shirt! And then you walk around half naked and have the gall to get embarrassed and run away, making me think I did something wrong! And then you just ignore me for the better part of the week, and I think I ruined our friendship with my crush. But then I confront you, and you’re all over me again- putting on my face mask, helping me wipe it off. Playing with my hands as I try to paint my nails. Then you say we need to talk, and act like you’re going to break up with me, even though we aren’t even dating. But then you kiss my cheek, like nothing was ever the matter! And then you run away again! And now you’ve coerced me into your lap and made me cry.” Finishing with a huff you finally meet his gaze again to see him completely red in the face. If possible you’re sure you’d see steam rising from his cheeks.

“You make me sound so manipulative,” he mumbles. “I was only trying to flirt with you, since you were so easy to tease, but you never seemed to get the hint. I only stopped when I realized I shouldn’t get so close to you, to keep you safe. I can’t always be around to protect you, and it would be selfish of me to put you in danger because of my own desires, not until we talked it over properly at least. Then you showed me your quirk, and I realized that I didn’t need to worry so much, because you were able to stop that villain on your own.” He rambles on. You pause, before slapping your hand over your mouth.

“The villain wasn’t after you that day,” your eyes widen. “It was aiming for me.” You look at Izuku, who just grins at you back. He leans forward nuzzling his face along your cheek.

“ I suspect he was after you. We were getting close to catching him, we had figured out his identity and everything. I think it was his last attempt at making a name for himself. Even if he wouldn’t have gotten away, he would’ve hurt the number one heros partner. Luckily someone knows how to pack a punch, and sneak into hero agencies it seems.” You flush red, partner, he said partner. There was no way.

“Partner?” You ask, completely forgetting the murder attempt against you.

“Do you not want to date me?” Izuku asks you, worry lacing his tone.

“I suppose it’s a fair payment for the emotional damage you’ve caused me.” You grumble, crossing your arms, cheeks dusted pink. Were you a little upset that he had unintentionally messed with your emotions for so long, yes, but could you blame him, not really.

“Speaking of payment, you still owe me.” His voice is laced with honey, and you narrow your eyes.

“Owe you for?” You ask.

“Getting you out of trouble for unlicensed quirk usage.” His smile is dangerous. You shift in his lap, his utility belt digging into your thighs.

“That was self defense-“ you start to protest before his lips capture your own. He kisses you softly and sweetly, one hand trailing up the outside of your thigh, the other pressing into your back, stopping just below the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back briefly, and you gasp for air, before his lips are on you again. You feel his dense muscles ripple against you. You tentatively trace your hands up his chest, wrapping around his neck. He smiles into your mouth. Then he pulls back from you, a look of utter adoration on his face. You wondered how you’d never noticed it before.

“I’ll consider that payment in full.” He presses a quick kiss against your forehead, standing up and placing you down on wobbly legs. Did you weigh nothing to him? “I still have lots of important hero work to do. So I’ll see you tonight?” He asks you cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, okay, yeah, work- hero work, because you’re a hero,” you laugh, then excuse yourself.

When you exit his office everyone is staring at your flushed out of breath figure with interest. You give a small wave, rushing toward the elevator and flinging yourself inside. When the doors close and you’re out of everyone’s line of sight, you clutch your chest, heart beating a million miles a minute. It was only when you had made it back into his apartment to retrieve your bag that you remembered he hadn’t told you about his quirk, or how he had even gotten it. Hell you didn’t even have time to confess properly before he had kissed you. You collapse onto his couch, burying your face into one of his decorative pillows and screaming.

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