#prohero!deku

[iamdeku]

Probability: Teacher!Deku x Reader

“Teacher deku falling for another teacher! Thank you I love you'r writing it's so cute” I love this request! I work as a teacher so this was a lot of fun for me to do, haha. I’m sorry it’s so late! I hope there’s enough romance in this one for you. I’m a little rusty, so go easy on me. Warnings: I did not proofread. It’s midnight and I have work tomorrow so I have nothing to say in my own defense. Might delete this later honestly but hey at least it exists. Also the formatting on this one is slightly stupid because Tumblr sucks.

You loved your job a lot. You had always liked kids, but you also knew from a pretty young age that you wanted to be a hero. Being able to do both was your dream, something you had never even known to hope for until Principal Nezo had shown up at the tail end of one of your missions, a knowing smile on his face parallel to the confused wrinkle of your sweat smudged brow.

“I’d like to offer you a job.”

7 words that had changed your life. You guessed 7 was a lucky number after all. Then again, maybe luck had nothing to do with it. Most things came down to probability.

“So, class, who can tell me which is better? Relying more on your powers or relying more on your individual skills?”

Several hands shot up. You had anticipated this. From the beginning of the year, you had noticed your students took very different approaches to their powers and there was a hot debate about whose approach would lead to them being “the best”, Japan’s #1 hero.

“Kori, what do you think?” You point out the young girl, her hair as white as the ice her powers produced.

“Relying on your powers will give you the edge you need to defeat the enemy. They’re what give us that individual edge. Without our quirks we wouldn’t be heroes at all.”

You couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed your face.

“Well, there’s one more person I’d like to ask. Deku?” You looked up at the man standing in your doorway. “What do you think?”

For being the number one hero in the country, Midoriya could be terribly shy when put in the spotlight. He blushed from the bottom of his neck to the roots of his deep green hair. He had probably hoped to go unseen until the end of the class when you two traded places and he gave instruction while you observed.

You were still on probation and one of the conditions of being a new hire at U.A. with no prior teaching experience was that one of the senior faculty had to sponsor you. Midoriya had been kind enough to volunteer, so you observed his classes when you weren’t teaching your own. Right now though, an outsider could have mistaken your roles for being reversed with the way Midoriya looked like he was training to manifest an invisibility quirk.

“Well, uh…” He recovered quickly, flashing a huge smile. “The thing is, neither is more important. If you forget about one or the other, you’re bound to fail sooner or later. Some villains will have quirks that give them an advantage over ours, which is when it’s important to have a strong sense of your individual skills and power outside of your quirk, things like using your environment to your favor and being skilled at physical combat. However, our quirks can give us a powerful advantage when used correctly, and it’s very difficult to fight villains with powerful quirks using raw human skill alone.”

“Very good, Deku. I couldn’t have said it better myself.” You glanced up at the clock, seeing you were nearly out of time. “Alright class. Your homework this week is to write me a paper about the advantages of quirk-based fighting styles versus quirkless fighting styles and report back to me. Also, keep an eye out for trick questions. I might give you a pass, but Aizawa will not. Now get out of here!”

Your students quickly started packing their things, getting ready to head back to the dorms or to their next class. You were almost done for the day. Midoriya had one more class to teach and then you were off the hook. You were thinking about going out tonight, a reward for the long week you had been through. Fridays always sucked a little bit. The student’s attention span was never as good as you wanted it to be.

You cleared your desk off quickly, making space for Midoriya to take over. You shuffled your pens into the cup at the edge of the desk, snatching the slim black water bottle off the corner before heading for the back of the classroom. Sometimes you sat closer to the front so you could see what Midoriya was doing better but you knew today was one of his lecture days, meaning all you had to do was listen. You loved lecture days because it meant you could get a little lazy. Technically no one could prove you weren’t listening and if you hadn’t had enough coffee, well…there were no guarantees.

Midoriya stopped you on your way back though, a warm, broad hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder. You had always liked the way he touched you, unobtrusive, gentle and kind.

“So…” he started. “Today’s the big day.”

You nodded, excitement filling you at the reminder.

“How do you feel about your probation period finally being over?” he asked.

“Honestly?” you asked. “I’m torn. It’s going to be awesome being able to run my classes independently, but I think I’ll miss getting to observe your classes and have your guidance.”

Midoriya averted his gaze, teeth grazing his lower lip. “Well, about that…”

“What?” you asked, alarmed. “Is something wrong? Was I supposed to continue my observations? I didn’t get enough hours, did I? I knew it.”

“No! No, that’s not it at all,” he reassured you. “I was just thinking it might be nice if we didn’t have to stop spending time with each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was thinking now that I’m no longer going to be your mentor it wouldn’t be completely inappropriate of me to uh…ask you out?” He stammered through the words, ever awkward.

You were taken aback by the proposal. You had always harbored a secret crush on the hunky pro-hero, but he was so quiet you never would have though that he had returned the feelings. Despite you drooling over him every class he had never made any advances. You had sort of given up on him halfway through the year, assuming he would never see you that way.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, long-held crush reigniting.

“Um, I would, I would like that, if, I mean, if you would like that, of course, because obviously I care about what you like and if you would like that, also,” you stammered.

Damn. You sounded even more awkward than he did.

You were rewarded with a smile anyway, Midoriya’s whole face lighting up at your response.

“I would like that very much! Should we go this weekend? I know a good place we could to Saturday. You know, if would like that also,” he teased.

“I would in fact like that also,” you said, regaining your confidence.

“Good. I’ll pick you up?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“What are the odds I would get to mentor someone as wonderful as you?” he asked, smiling softly down at you.

“The probability seems pretty good, actually.”

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[kajinovaa]

emotional self regulation but instead turned into comfort cuz selfcare is important, always

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[shiviwrites07]

Forgotten

Summary: The Number One hero forgets his Number One's birthday and has to face the consequences.

Midoriya Izuku x fem!reader

Words: 2.5k

You woke up with an excited mood, cause it wasn’t an ordinary day. It was your birthday! You were so excited! You don’t really like big celebrations but your birthday is really special to you. You always celebrate it with your parents in your hometown in Shibuya but this time, you had a different day planned for you and Izuku. You had taken a day off work, being the number 3 hero, it wasn’t easy but they let you go since it was your birthday. You had reminded Izuku to take off work too, but it seems that he forgot. You woke up to a note on your bedside table, “Sorry hun, I know you told me to take a day off but i can’t. I promise I’ll make it up to you puppy. Have a good day! I love you <3” You mouth sets into a deep frown after reading the note, he didn’t even wish you a happy birthday. 

                           You turn on your phone when you notice it has been flooded with messages. You smile when you see that all your friends have wished you a happy birthday. After you get off the phone with your best friends Ochako and Momo, you head over to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. As you start preparing your breakfast, you turn on the news. “Pro hero Deku saves Japan again! With his smashes and-“ You change the channel as your eyes well up with tears. He forgot about you, again. This had become a routine. You guys plan dates, he blows you off for work, tries to make up with another date but fails to show up at that too. But today was different, it was your birthday goddamnit! 

                                             But you made up your mind that you were not gonna let his absence ruin your day. You went to your favourite bakery and bought a customised (favourite flavour) cake, with a picture of your and izuku’s first date. Then you decided to pay Inko a visit. She was delighted to see you! She baked your favourite cookies as an apology for not getting anything for your birthday as she was not expecting your visit. You ate the delicious cookies and chatted with her. After a scrumptious lunch prepared by mama Inko, she decided to ask you about your relationship with Izuku. As you both were washing the dishes, she asked, “Has my Izu been treating you well? I’ll let you know that he loves you more than anything, even more than being a hero.” Your mouth sets into a frown as you answer her question. “Well, he is the best boyfriend but I don’t really think he loves me more than being a hero. He’s been blowing me off more and more lately I know being the new symbol of peace has made him really busy but he could at least make out a little bit of time for me. He could’ve atleast wished me a happy birthday….” You trail off as your eyes begin to well up with tears again. Inko feels heartbroken and pulls you into her chest as sobs rake your body. After an hour of consolidation from Mama Inko, you head home as the sun has started to set. You bid inko farewell as you walk out her door and towards the confines of your empty home. 

                        Just as you are about to enter through the door of your house, your phone rings. You Press ‘Accept’ when you see ‘Izu ❤️’ on the screen. “Hello?” “Hey puppy! Im sorry for bailing on you today. I’m getting off work early today and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?” Your eyes lighted up and a smile made its way onto your face when you replied, “Really?! You sure you won’t bail again?” “Of course not” “Promise me please?” “I promise Puppy! Now get ready. I’ll meet you at (favourite restaurant) at 7pm.” “Okiee! I love you Izu!” He chuckles while filling out paperwork, “I love you too Puppy” You squeal in excitement, you ere sure that he hasn’t forgotten your birthday and is planning a surprise for you. You looked at the clock and saw that it read 4:30pm. 

                You had plenty of time. After replying to a couple of birthday wishes, you ran ourself a nice bath with baths bombs and scented candles. After getting out of the bath, you started getting dolled up. You did your makeup and wore that beautiful green dress that izuku had bought you last Sunday. It hugged your body at all the right places. By the time you were done, you looked drop dead gorgeous. (Not that you already aren’t. All you readers are beautiful no matter your body size and shape. I love y’all <3. Anyways-)  By the time you were done it was already 6:30pm. You hurriedly grabbed a purse and wore your heels. You drove to the restaurant and sighed in relief when you realised you were there right on time. You made your way into the restaurant, as all eyes started following you, the receptionist was flustered when he saw you but managed to composed him as he led you to a table. You smiled politely and thanked him. 

                                   You waited happily, excited to meet him. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. The restaurant was kind enough to offer you a birthday cake as all the customers and employees wished you (They knew it was your birthday cause you’re the number 3 hero). Your phone ringed at 9:30pm. It was Izuku. You picked up the call and before you could say anything Izuku started pouring apologies but you already knew what was about to happen, “I’m so so sorry Puppy. I won’t be able to make it. There was a big villain in Mustafu and they said I was the only one who could-“ “It's ok. I understand. See you at home.” “Thanks a lot honey. I love you-“ Izuku was left dumbfounded when you cut off the call. He sighed and continued his paperwork, not realising what the weight of is words were. 

                                          When Izuku told you he couldn’t make it, again, you broke down into sobs then and there. You exited the restaurant after mumbling a small ‘thank you’ to the waiter who nodded and places a 2000 yen on the table even though you didn’t order anything. The paparazzi flooded the exit as they caught shots of you exiting the restaurant as a mess. You made your way home and kicked off your heels in the middle of the living room, throwing your purse on the couch as you made a beeline for the bedroom. Putting on one of Izuku’s hoodies, you fell on the bed, sobbing like you have never before. After an hour, you finally fell asleep.

                                          When the top heroes were finishing filling out the last of their paperwork about the latest villain at about 11:45pm , Bakugo started a conversation. “Deku. Didn’t you plan out something for Teddy Bear? You’ve been here the whole day. Don’t fucking tell me you forgot!” “Forgot what Kacchan?” Asked Izuku innocently. “Teddy bear’s birthday of course” When Izuku abruptly shot out of his seat, it confirmed all of their suspicions. “Ah shit- He’s dead-” Kirishima was saying when Todoroki pointed out the news on the screen in front of them. Midoriya felt like killing himself when he saw the news. “Pro hero (H/N) spotted exiting (F/R), wait is she crying?! What?! What happened that made our beloved hero cry on her birthday. To find out more keep watching-“ They were all interrupted when Midoriya finished packing up and said, “I don’t fucking care about this stupid fucking paperwork! Im going home to my girlfriend! Fucking bitchass villains!” The heroes were surprised at the number of profanities coming out of his mouth but didn’t have time to comprehend when he was already out the door. Bakugo chuckled as he continued his paperwork, “This ought to be good. He’s royally fucked.”

                                                   By the time Izuku reached your doorstep, It was already 12:10am. He had missed your birthday. Izuku’s heart broke when he entered the house and saw the mess. Broken vases, broken frames, plates scattered all over the floor and some blood on the counter. A packed birthday cake lay on the counter, a piece of it wistfully eaten by you. The final straw was when he saw you curled up on your bed, dried blood on your knuckles, and tear streaks on your face. His sobs were what woke you up from your slumber. “Izuku? Wha-“ You were interrupted when he engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. “I’m sorry Puppy-“ “Cut it out Deku. Im tired of your bullshit.” “Baby I swear. I took a day off work tomorrow. We’ll celebrate your birthday tomorrow, I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go-“ “I have work tomorrow. Besides it’ll not be my birthday tomorrow.” “Baby I’m so sorry- Please don’t be this way- I love y-“ “No you don’t” The sharpnesss of your voice sucked all the air out of his lungs. “If you would’ve, you would’ve not blown off every plan that we made the last few months, would’ve not forgotten my fucking birthday Midoriya!” He froze as the reality of his past actions finally dawned on him. Izuku breathed a sigh of relief only when you said, “It’s fine. I’ll suck it up. Now go to sleep.” He hugged you from behind as he fell into a deep slumber. At least you weren’t mad at him anymore, or so he thought.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

The next morning, Izuku woke up, with a new sense of determination in his mind. He was going to make things right today! He had taken a day off and wanted to take you out for a picnic. But his hope crumbled when he woke up to an empty bed, there was a note on his pillow, “I’ve got work. I’ll be home late. Breakfast is in the fridge.” He then realised that this was what you must’ve felt like everytime he bailed on you. He decided that he was going to make you (f/d) for lunch and would take it to your office himself. That would give him a chance to see you too. So like a good boyfriend, he cleaned up the house and prepared your lunch. 

                                    On his way to your agency, he signed a couple of autographs for his fans and clicked a few pictures with them too. His smile seemed brighter than the other days since he was going to see you today. Stepping inside your agency, Izuku approached your receptionist with a bento box in hand and said, ‘Hi! I’m here to give Y/N her lunch.” “Sorry sir but she’s not here. Dynamight had dropped by earlier and took her out for lunch.” To say he was shocked was an understatement. Since when did Bakugo become so caring? Right on cue, you appeared running inside the agency feigning fear, a massive smile evident on your face. You turned back to look at Katsuki when you bumped into your boyfriend. Your smile dropped when you saw him but you quickly put on a tight lipped smile when you greeted him. The transition of the smile on your face broke Izuku’s heart but he didn’t have time to comprehend when you were picked up bridal style by someone when he announced cockily, “I win again, Teddy Bear~”                        

                                                   Everyone was shocked to hear the malice in their beloved hero Deku’s voice when he said, “Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend, Kacchan.” “What’s your deal Deku? Why play Prince Charming now when you weren’t even able to remember her-“ “Thats enough ’Suki.” You get down from his arms, and peck his cheek lightly, “Thank you for the lunch ’Suki. You should head out now. Got work to do, don’t you?” Katsuki read the room and without any retaliation, left your agency. You turned around and walked past your boyfriend towards the elevator, “C’mon Midoriya. Let’s discuss whatever case you’ve brought now.” 

                                                                 The ride in the elevator was awkward, Izuku trying to make small talk and you with your short replies. Izuku noticed that you look unusually tired today. He finally asked, “Are you okay? You look tired. Did you get enough sleep yesterday? And why did you think that I brought a case-“ He was interrupted when cut him off, “Calm down Izuku. I’m alright, why do you suddenly care about me? And I have a headache since I fell asleep after crying for an hour straight. And I said that cause you never visit my agency, except when you have something really important cause you always go to Shoto or Ochako first.” The last parts of your sentence came out as a soft mumble as Izuku held your hands in his. Izuku’s eyes widened when you said, “Am I not good enough Izu? Do you love your hero work more than m-me? Do I just get in your w-way? Do you even remember when you last k-kissed me?  When we last went on a date? I can’t do this anymore Izuku……If you want to get rid of me then just tell- mmph” Your sentence was cut short when Izuku pulled you in by your waist and kissed you more tenderly than he had ever before. So many feelings were conveyed through that kiss. Love, Affection and most prominently, Fear. 

                  He fell on his knees before you as he wept into your abdomen. You stroked his hair tenderly as tears fell from your eyes. “Please d-don’t leave me. You’re my everything. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Im sorry I didn’t realise earlier that you were hurting so much. You are more than enough Puppy. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t. I’ll even leave hero work if you tell me to. Just please don’t leave me…..” “Izu, baby, I love you. Just this time promise me you’ll be better. And you better not break your promise this time.” He starts peppering kisses all over your face as he says, “I promise. And if I break it, then you can have my head.” 

Bonus: You both were oblivious to the fact that the elevator doors were open and you had gathered quite an audience. When you both shared a last kiss, you turned your head towards the crowd when you herd a bunch of ‘Aww’s and ’They’re so cute’. You blushed and hid your head into Izuku’s chest. He chuckled fondly at your cuteness and lightly kissed your forehead, eliciting another wave of ‘Aww’s from your staff, leaving him flustered too. 

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[hopeluna-archived]

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M.list

Husband Izuku! who wakes you up with light kisses peppered all over your face, smiling lovingly as you groan sleepily, muttering a "five more minutes" under your breath.

Husband Izuku! who you drag along to your shopping spree. Him just standing there with a smile as you try on some clothes.

Husband Izuku! who thinks you look beautiful in anything.

Husband Izuku! who even after years of being with you looks at you with a lovestruck expression on his face.

Husband Izuku! who lazily hugs you from behind, burying his face in your neck, tired after a long night of patrolling.

Husband Izuku! who can't help but tear up a little when you tell him his scars are beautiful.

Husband Izuku! with his favourite time being the weekends when he gets to stay in, cooking with you, doing the laundry with you, and other chores around the house.

Husband Izuku! who cherishes these domestic moments with you more than anything.

Husband Izuku! who is always there to support your goals. Motivating you, being your rock through out it all.

Husband Izuku! with whom you grow. You both learn to help each other grow as a person, to go through life supporting each other.

Husband Izuku! who sometimes thinks he doesn't deserve you.

Husband Izuku! who is so loving and caring, you sometimes think you don't deserve him.

Husband Izuku! who promises you he'll come back everytime he leaves for a mission.

Husband Izuku! who keeps that promise.

Husband Izuku! who rambles on about you to his friends.

"Guys I think I have a crush on Y/N...."

"Izuku.....she's your wife"

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[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼

୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !

℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"

℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰

℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.

℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"

℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,

"looks good i guess, take it"

"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"

"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"

"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"

"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"

℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body

℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)

℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡

℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -

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[gglitch1dd]

Izu with a Breeding kink

Context: glitch-girl318 asked @izukuisbaby "Please, I am BEGGING. Izuku with a breeding kink and being so proud of himself after impregnating Y/N EVEN THOUGH she’s on strong birth control" ~ ~And I just had to step in

Warning: INTENSE breeding kink, pregnancy kink (low key), reader finds out their pregnant at the end, NSFW/ bits of SMUT in between.

Izuku was a lot of things. Proud of himself, was one of them.

Midoriya was in love with you. Absolutely smitten with you. Head over heels. So in love with you that sometimes when he woke up before you, he would admire your sleeping face. He would look at you so relaxed and soft and find himself wiping away a few stray tears because you made him the happiest man alive.

Midoriya could have everything he wanted, and he worked hard to get to such a position. He trained, he took shift after shift, trained under heroes, was a sidekick, barely slept to get his hero agency off the ground and finally… Finally he was the number one hero. But he couldn’t have done it without you always standing by his back. First as a friend from the Management Course. Then as a colleague. Then as his girlfriend. Then his lover. And now his wife.

He had waited so long to give you the gleaming rock that you kept on your finger, and knowing you said yes to him, made his heart flutter every time.

Although there was one thing Midoriya couldn’t have that you were yet to give him.

A baby.

Now, a baby? Of all things?

But Midoriya couldn’t take the thought out of his mind. A little him or you, or someone so perfectly a mix of both. Maybe with his green hair and with as bright of a smile. The child of the number one hero. But he would only consider himself the number one hero the moment, he knew he kept you and your child safe. He wanted a family with you.

But with wanting a family also come with the incentive dangerously lurking breeding kink that stood behind it.

Now at first it appeared by pure accident. An in the heat of the moment action that he couldn’t take back. He had you in a mating press, your knees by your shoulders, as he caged you underneath him. He pounded into you deeply and senselessly. He couldn’t stop his rambling of just how good you felt. How beautiful you looked under him.

Sex with him was often than not so passionate and filled with body worship. With his large arms holding you and keeping you at his mercy all at the same time. With his babbles came out a sentence he didn’t think of.

“Fuck, wanna give you my baby, darling.” At first, he faltered, realizing what he had just said without consulting you, but then he saw how your eyes rolled back, how you squeezed his cock tighter and he threw caution in the wind. “You like that don’t you?” He asked with a scoff. He brought a hand down to your clit, his head bent down to your ear. “How about I fuck you full and you become knocked up for me, doll?”

Since then, he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. The thought of you waddling around carrying his child. Of how your breasts would swell, how you would become so reliant on him. He couldn’t wait for that parental leave. To care and wait on your every want and need.

And the thought of seeing Kacchan’s face when he paraded you like a deity statue at hero events, might have also made the daydream even better.

You also noticed this want of his. A growing need. He had baby fever like you had never seen before. Anything at all and all of a sudden, he was either,

1. Gushing about having a baby.

Or

2. Pounding into you at the thought of knocking you up.

Of course, you didn’t mind. He was an amazing husband to you and you loved him so much too. The thought of having little Midoriyas around made your heart swell.

However, you two didn’t exactly plan for it.

As far as the both of you were concerned, you were still on your birth control, wanting to give Midoriya more time as number one before introducing more responsibility on his shoulders and he was still grinding onto you like a rabbit in spring. He was, however, more determined now. Especially when he had had a bad day from work.

“I’m so sorry honey, that I have to take all my stress out on you, but you don’t mind right?” He would ask, his one hand holding you down by your neck to the counter as he pounded in and out of you. His cock was covered in your slick and your legs had long given out. You gripped the counter harshly at the feeling of his cock battering your cervix, kissing it ever so delicately with the head of his cock. “Fuck, you look so good like this, with your ass bouncing back against me.” He spoke, green jade eyes dark with a mixture of love and lust. “Makes me almost not want to knock you up. Can’t pin you to the counter when you’re pregnant.”

Yet somehow amongst all that pleasure and love you had for one another, your husband had managed to keep up to his promises. How you found out this was when he was heading out the door to work when you had nearly lost your breakfast in the hallway. At first Midoriya thought you were sick. Naturally. Then it didn’t get better the morning sickness.

One visit to the doctor together, (you can imagine big ProHero Deku sitting in the waiting room with his wife in his hero costume, everyone looking at the two of you with wide eyes but the two of you acting as if it was a regular Tuesday. You did visit the doctor more times than most- thanks to your husband being accident and injury prone). Suddenly you were greeted with the news that, in all hindsight, wasn’t that surprising.

“Congratulations Mr and Mrs Midoriya. You’re pregnant.” Your doctor, a kind older lady spoke.

Your eyes widened wider than saucers. You turned to your husband. He was frozen in place, other than breathing and blinking. You turned back to the doctor. “Excuse me, doc, but I’m on birth control.”

“Well, birth control isn’t a hundred percent, Mrs Midoriya.” She told you as she turned back to her computer. “So… how about next week Tuesday for an ultrasound?”

Long story short the both of you made it into the hallway alone, silent. This wasn’t supposed to happen. At least not in your eyes. You weren’t upset, but you were worried about the timing. “Izuku, I-” Then you noticed the huge smile on his face, stretching from ear to ear, but it was also the infamous Midoriya tears that streamed down his face that set you into action. “Izu! Are you okay? I know it’s a bit sudden but-”

He captured your lips before you could even remember to breathe. He had his arms wrapped around your waist keeping you against him. A hand to the side of your face as he kept you in his arms. He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly parted from you, leaving you breathless. He had a small smirk on his face. “I always told you, I never fall short of my promises.”

Best believe it takes 100% Full Cowling for him to keep it in his pants until your through the threshold of your door and even then, he doesn’t go back to work till his put another load inside you.

Just to make sure.

-Glitch1d

<My Izuku Masterlist>

@glitch-girl318 @izukuisbaby

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Summons (thank you everyone for 31 days of Witchtober!!)

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♡.ೃ࿐ FORMAT: one-shot / requested

♡.ೃ࿐ PAIRING: ProHero!Deku x Reader

SUMMARY: Noticing some of the most problematic criminals finally in sight in the open, you unconsciously decided to confront them without even knowing what one of them was up to. Now finding yourself in a completely different portal of the world with Izuku who subsequently jumped into the same hole with you, encountering a secret past that you haven't heard a word about from your beloved.

♡.ೃ࿐ WORD COUNT- 2.5k+

A/N- Honestly, I'm not entirely satisfied with how hurriedly I wrote all this, but let's call it progress🧍🧺🍊 In any case, thank you anon for this kind of request, it's my first req ever and it was already pretty challenging, I hope it's alright ♡

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The fog triumphantly prevailed on all sides, suffocated all the air that was itself the source of life and left you alone in such a dusty hell. Not a single criminal, not even a citizen was in your sight anymore. The eyes closed little by little, orienting themselves within the sounds that echoed from all corners of your ears, but never knowing where the 'mouth of the river' of it all was.

All you could feel were the bushy shadows that blended into each other, fooling your mind that no longer even functioned at your will.

Such effects were very recognizable to you from before, but now that you found yourself in such a tense environment all on your own, not even that huge heroic feature won't get you out of the foggy situation you've gotten yourself into.

And what was worst of all, your legs gave up on you a long time ago, the whole function of your body sawed you off, snuggling against the cold floor.

"It's over, little hero. You've disturbed a lot of our peace, and the best option I'm giving you right now," a dark villain stepped out of the mist into your view, roughly grabbing your chin to make you look straight at him as he speaks.

"..is to stay quiet and still until it all ends."

You couldn't even see how pitiful it was of you to wail like this on the floor doing absolutely nothing, simply taking fate into your own hands.

The grinning shadow landed towards you, and you who were ready to accept the next blow while closing your eyes in terror, you have come to the point that you have been waiting for that blow for a long time now, but no way to come at you. Instead, there was a gut-wrenching screech that you were absolutely sure wasn't yours, but from the villain who was fit to finish you off on the spot.

And there before your very own eyes, stood Izuku. Terminating them both from getting to you, flipping them aside with all his strenth without even moving an inch from your motionless body.

"Izuku—"

"What did I tell you about running away like that?“

"But- I caught one of them..! They broke my handset and just-„

"And I did, but this one doesn't seem to give up."

They had already seen Izuku dusting other criminals on TV and it didn't seem like a good sign to them. They weren't entirely sure about his abilities, but they certainly knew that there was no messing around with this guy.

"Stay back, I don't want you to get hur—rnghh!" Successfully blocking the menacing force that was now in front of him, his attention went in sharp corners like a sword and a shield at the same time. Giving them strong strikes, and also defending the entire area where you were lying helplessly on the cold hard ground.

You were out of reach, and that was good. His eyes flashed in flames, determined to finish this pointless game with the serpentine whips that were almost impossible to avoid,

especially for those criminals who had no idea what awaits them when they decide to face a hero who always has victory at his feet.

But any way you turn it, the hero's weak point in general was always something that could easily be managed as one of the plans, and that was the only thing they could get away with. Sacrifice.

"I don't like you, hero. So to make it easier for us, we'll just get rid of that little fellow over there!"

Could they possibly mean..

„Huh.“

In the blink of an eye, you felt a texture like living mud under your feet, as if you were no longer standing on level ground. And indeed, when your head went towards the floor, you couldn't even see it anymore, sinking into a black hole that caused immobility in the stuck part of your body.

In a panic, you tried to hold on to something but it was futile, the hole sucking up everything above it was quickly out of reach, leaving only you still barely visible on the surface.

"Crap! Am I gonna die?!“

"Hold on, I-I've got you!" came the shout from Izuku who left the villains on the run, throwing himself in front of you to grab your still-unsinkable arm.

"Izuku, move away! If you stay with me you will be sucked in too!"

"Just hang in there, dammit! Hold on tight!"

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"So, what now?"

A dead silence took over the thinned space between the two of you, meeting a familiar street that you believed you had even passed many times, but without any attention.

„Don't act like it's not your fault! If you hadn't followed them when I told you to stay with me, none of this would have happened.“

"You're right, none of that would have happened but," you looked down, grabbing his hands in yours.

"What if someone else got hurt? Who would be to blame then?"

Now there, you've got a point.

Izuku decided to give in, as he always did. He knew how much you liked to be helpful and if you hadn't been there, who knows, maybe someone would have really gotten hurt. After all, you're a pro just like him.

It didn't even take him long to wrap his arms around your loose body when he realized the effects were still on you.

„You alright honey? Does it hurt?“

„Don't worry too much, it will just take a little while for the numbness in my legs to go away, but I'm fine.“

"His quirk- I got written it all down, but, but I'm afraid the notebook fell out of my pocket when I jumped into the hole. It could also be that right now it's in that void between the portals.." You could notice that his curious eyebrows descended like a gloomy puppy, cupping both of his cheeks into your hands while you intended to kiss every little dot that was right there on his skin.

"Stop being so gloomy about that notebook of yours. The important thing is that it didn't end that bad. I mean, we just, found ourselves in a completely different time but that, .. it could have been worse than that, I suppose..?“ You shrugged.

"Out of sight.“

„What?“ you stared puzzledly at the unfamiliar words he mumbled just now, did he just told you to—

„That villain's quirk, it's called 'Out of sight.'“

Oh.

„It's by the hole that suffered and brought us here. Similar to Warp-Gate, when I think a little better. It's black, there is a little purple color over the edges and the suction strength is strong to fight. I wonder if even the entire wardrobe could sink in the portal, I mean, why not?— but what if the weight of another body does not depend at all, or if self-"

"Love, don't forget to breathe." You smiled at his monologue, looking around once more.

Behind your small figurines was a huge building that was supposed to be a school, most likely middle school with the fact that you saw younger children outside, must be in their teens.

And then you thought.

"That's where you went to school too, let me guess?"

„Ahhh…“

You didn't even notice a thick drop of sweat pouring down his forehead while swallowing that lump in throat, only earning a nervous chuckle from him.

"Yeah..! That's my former school, but! Let'smoveon—"

„Uhm, o-kay? Why are you pulling my hand like that, though?“

„Pullingyourhandlikewhat?“

At such a terrible speed you couldn't catch his words at all but just him laughing it off, it worried you a little.

„You seem to have predicted a bomb falling from the sky, haven't you?“ you tried to laugh at your own joke, but something was telling you to stop, preventing you from stretching your lips into a smile.

"We uh- we have a lo-lot to find out, you know! What year it is..time of day..are there uhm, well uh— any famous people hereee..whatthehell is going on around us..." he now began to list completely meaningless things that entered his mind so pointlessly, passing in a flash a small alley that barely emerged in that darkness, but something caught your eye.

You suddenly went into reverse dragging a nervous Izuku behind you.

"Woah, hey! Where-"

"I don't know what came over you, but whatever it is there, I'll find out for myself!"

Completely ignoring his panicked gestures behind you, you clung to the wall like gum, listening while also accompanying what was going on.

"Who do you think you are, huh? Trying to be somebody and something, and you know what? Save that for later, maybe after you're done crying like the little whiner that you are!"

Not far in front of you were two younger boys, certainly from that school based on their uniforms, arguing.

"You think your dreams are worth fulfilling so easily? Do you really think, you poor thing, that you can be worth anything in this world? With what, that non-existent quirk of yours?“

Hearing such harsh words that crushed the soul more than any stone, even though you just sneaked up behind the wall and listened, your ears were already enough of a witness thinking with all the windings of your brain for a reason:

„why you should not kill the living god in that child right now?“  And the moment you took two angry steps forward, Izuku pulled you to himself, not knowing when it would be time to drag you back to him once more, but this time you had enough of his games.

"Izuku, move. I want to teach that Mr. toughy a lesson." you leaned forward hoping to magically fly out of his grasp but it was useless.

"No, just wait..!“

"Seriously? Are you even in your right mind right now?— listen, that child is in trouble and you, I don't know what you're doing-"

"No, stop, listen to me. I want you to take a good look and just follow their words. It will click, I know it will."

You looked submissively into the distance, noticing very clear faces with the sharpness of your eyes, not even remembering if you had ever known them, but everything seemed to be in its place in your brain. One was blonde with spiked ends, acting silly like Bakugo in general when he charges at Izuku with all his might, and the other literally looked like your Zuzu. That untamed hair that was springing out in all directions with the voice with a very high, yet cracking tone must have been giving you some signs.

"Once again, if I hear that you are interfering in heroic matters, and especially when it comes to UA high school, you'd better be gone. Don't forget who you are, Deku."

The last word played around in your head for a while. You turned to Izuku, then to them, putting the puzzles together in your brain until it finally clicked.

Right. It did click.

"So, you do realize this is the past, right?“

„Why didn't you tell me right away?“

"You'd just start arguing." He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, taking your hand.

„Now that I know, and now that you know, we can go somewhere else! C'mon!"

"Yeah, totally.“

You moved away from the wall, no longer caring so much if one of them noticed you spying on them, because it was no longer in your plan to hide, listen, observe. You've had enough of hesitation, you still wanted to explain some very major things to someone.

But, of course, there will always be someone that will take you two steps back once again, none other than Izuku.

"Wha—„

„What are you doing!? We can't let them see us!"

"And why is that?"

„What if he somehow recognizes you and then what? You're gonna tell him you're from the future?

"Izuku don't be silly, he didn't even know I existed back then, where could he most likely see me anyway? In the butcher shop?"

"Hey, anything is possible..! He knew how to go to the butcher's shop a couple of times when his mother—„

"Izuku, I was joking. But really, like you have any idea where I go on what day. Hey you!" It was already too late for Izuku to pull you back, you were already out in the open.

Now firing himself in the forehead he decided to give in, following you like a baby.

"What the-WhOah!"

You grabbed young Katsuki by the uniform that was wrapped up to his neck and hung him on the wall like a brand new picture, throwing yourself in his face as if you were assigned the role of a mobster, although you were surprisingly good at it.

"What do you think you're doing, Mr. toughy one? You think you're better than anyone in this world, right? Why don't you go home and think about some things and only then go whip someone like that in the streets when there's not a living soul in sight!"

You barked at the top of your lungs at him as your husband tried to pull you off him with all his manly strength that was all along useless against your rages. He could have dragged you with an excavator right now, and you still wouldn't have gotten off the tousled blonde. Not to mention the younger Izuku who was standing there like a statue of liberty between the three of you, fearfully debating in his head whether he had pissed or shit himself.

„No! He doesn't deserve my mercy, let me—ngh—at him! Let me!“

„Don't be a savage! Calm down, understand me!“

No one in this environment knew how many times Izuku had apologized for your barbarian-like behavior, but somewhere deep in his heart he was very glad that you were defending his weaker side, the weaker self that then, and even now, he couldn't defend.

But of course, he couldn't just let you knock all the baby teeth out of the young Katsuki's mouth, even though the thought of it was too ridiculous not to laugh at.

Just imagine, the fearless king explosion murder, without any teeth. Seriously.

"And what are you laughing at?!"

"Nothing, nothing, just calm down, love."

"L-Lo-Looove!?" The younger Izuku shuddered in astonishment, catching him in the act of falling unconscious.

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„So, you want to tell me that you are Deku, that little ant, but from the future?“ Leaning against the wall with his arms hugged to his chest, he watched Izuku and his similar figure still lying unconscious on your knees, quite suspiciously comparing in silence.

"Yeah, I don't believe you..."

"I mean-! Who would, right? I know you—"

"This is his twelfth notebook in a row, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry?"

You heard me, is this his twelfth notebook in a row?“ Katsuki repeated the question with an irritated expression on his face, trying to convince himself of something that was almost impossible. But the story with such a forum that played the biggest role made the most sense, could it really be true what they are saying ?, he thought.

"I guess...not? Uh, I probably had another notebook back then, writing down a lot about the professional heroes I saw out there whenever something happened, keeping track of their martial skills and stamina too, but I guess not. Oh, and if I'm not mistaken, you're holding your All might card in your pocket right now.“

„What? How do you-“

„We already told you. We really are from the future, as crazy as that sounds in your head. And the one over there, 'Deku', is also me in front of you. We share secrets..“ He jealously moved his head away the second he glanced at you, watching you glorify every little thing, every breath young Deku takes and lets out, every little movement he makes in your arms.

"You're not bored in life, are you, younger me?" he whispered to himself.

"If you're really not lying…S-Swear on All Might!"

"Hey! We're not going to swear on All Might now, it's serious!"

“Then you're not a real twerp!”

"But! You can't just—"

"Wonderful! Now you've woken him up!" you fumed silently at them, hugging to yourself the green haired 'baby' even tighter now, who looked like he was going to fall into that unconsciousness once again, very soon.

But as soon as you started to scratch his neck from behind, your eyes blossomed as his greenish ones sank into the depths. You simply loved learning a lot about your past sweetheart, and you didn't complain about a single thing.

The silence lasted for a while, but not for the eternity.

„I just want to know one thing,"

„That's alright."

"Will I ever..be what I've.. always dreamed of?"

The question seemed unreal, but as unreal as it was, Izuku just flashed a smile as he stared at his old friend, ready to say something as if it were the whole secret of the world, but as soon as he opened his mouth, you found yourself suddenly entangled in the conversation.

"Hey, Mr. toughy, you want an answer, don't you?"

All attention was curiously on you, especially Katuski's, which grew more and more with time in his playful lungs.

„Promise me something, and the future is all yours…“

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The prolonged silence was now erupted by a noise that was like a stick on drums, here and there, all around your head. Squinting with eyes that were sensitive to the brightness shining on you right now, you took some time to recover. Trying to remember at least something that would be clear.

Why were you in a hospital bed? You don't see any cuts or serious wounds on yourself. What happened?

"Ah, you're awake! And it's about time," smiled the old woman, standing calmly by the door, in her hands a small notebook and a pen that produced clicking sounds with the pressure of her finger.

You peeked out the window and saw that it must be daylight, also recording with your eyes the wedding ring that was safely placed on the table next to the hospital bed. The ring was safe, which made you very relaxed in this really confusing, yet so worrying moment.

Of course, the ring.

"Where is Izuku?"

"How could I have known that you would ask that first," smirking again, the woman took small steps to your bed. Now she was examining you as if you were covered in wounds, writing down that PhD stuff as usual.

"Oh sweetie, don't you worry now! He'll be back soon.“ But soon the lady saw thise stunning eyes of yours now in complete alarm, so she decided to make this aura brighter with some good information.

„However, I remember him saying he was going to visit Tartarus for a very short time."

"Why there..?"

"Ah, only the good heavens know what's he doing there. Want some water, sweetie? I couldn't offer you anything while you were unconscious, you know. Here, I'll bring you water and you just relax, so you can get more circulation back. I'll be quick!“

And with that, the lady slowly ran out into the hallway, hearing her heavy clogs clattering on the parquet floor in the distance. Really, nothing she said was ringing in your head, except for Izuku and Tartarus. Why do you remember absolutely nothing? Maybe you hit your head too hard, maybe...

"You will promise me something.."

"You won't touch Izuku anymore, because your futures aren't that different from now on.."

Maybe....

Maybe t—

"Here I am back!- With the water, of course! Take a sip, just be careful not to spill it on yourself, hihi."

„Oh. Right.“

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Meanwhile, in Tartarus-

" If something generally got stuck in that vacuum of yours, you could bring it back, right? It's about uhm, important- very important documents uh, in the form of a.. notebook..yeahh.."

#deku x reader #bnha #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #pro hero deku x reader #middle school deku #prohero!reader

[platrom]

One Last Time.

Midoriya x Reader, Bakugou x Reader (eventually/partially)

WORD COUNT: 6.9k-7k words

NOTE:. A ginormous thank you to my beta reader for dealing with my rambles and pouting over Midoriya. I’m just a hopeless romantic. 😔 I’m sorry I didn’t give you all a happy ending this time, but there is a part two.

And please comment! Reading your guy's comments are huge motivators and I have a blast interacting with you all. 😊

TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, alcohol abuse, mentions of alcohol poisoning, addiction(s), panic attacks, spiraling, unhealthy habits, poor mindset, depression, unstable mental health, mentions of a mental hospital, mentions of insanity, manipulation, reader & bakugou & midoriya are childhood best friends, frequent mentions of midoriya (though little actual interaction between him and the reader), cursing, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff (somewhat, i tried, i swear), mentions and description of horrible family past and toxic friends, memories (good and bad), reader's solitude from others, ominous voice(s) in reader's head, suicide, manga spoilers, mutual pining, midoriya being blind to emotions, Bakugou being observant, cliffhanger.

Please be cautious while reading this, majority of the content written about is considered heavily triggering to many. Please take a look at all warnings before proceeding (with caution). If you are struggling with any of the topics discussed, please seek professional help. It will get better.

BEWARE ALL READERS: PROCEED WITH CAUTION. DARK CONTENT AHEAD.

One last time, you promised to yourself as you laid flat on your bed, body sinking into the mattress. The exhaustion of your previous activities bled through the remnants of your remaining adrenaline, the pain settling deep within your heart and bones.

This is the last time.

Did it really count as a promise if there was no one else but yourself to keep it and hold yourself accountable? Promises were meant to be held by two different souls— whether it be with another person, an animal (such as pet or that random squirrel you kept on seeing in your backyard), or even a stuffed animal (those beady eyes were always judging people, you knew it). Nevertheless, promises still and always required another party.

"Maybe the mind counts as another soul," you mumbled tiredly. Turning your head, the bright and bloody digital clock read "2:37 AM." There was no point in arguing with yourself now.

Indeed, there was no point in putting up a fight when the depths of your exhaustion crept upon you, its long and thick tendrils grasping your loose limbs and pulling you underwater into an endless milky-way of black.

Yet, a fleeting thought appeared in your mind as your eyes fluttered shut, body and mind fully succumbing to the dark.

If only Midoriya knew.

If only Midoriya knew.

It was a mantra that rung in your ears ruthlessly throughout the following day. From the moment you awoke and with every hour, those simple yet painstaking words lingered in the corners of your mind, worming its way into every single activity you participated in. Whether it be mundane activities such as walking, eating, reading or anything else, the thought never escaped you.

Poor loving, caring, generous, and selfless Midoriya. He would be disappointed in you if he discovered your nighttime activities; the terror you put yourself through again and again, willingly. You were poisoning your body with your actions and behavior, but you didn't care. You stopped caring ages ago.

Rushing into convenience stores, drinking eagerly until everything blurred and the world become a swirl of bright colors and flashing lights. Then, rushing off into the night and to the cliff you and Midoriya discovered as teenagers all those years ago.

There, each time, you would stand at the edge, staring into the abyss of water below you. The salty liquid gleamed and glistened under the starry sky, leaving you wishing that you shone that bright. The water lapped and splashed against the rocks, dousing them with a salty spray that fueled the growth of the algae. Kelp swirled in the water, swaying in all directions teasingly as it coaxed you to jump below and never resurface.

"'Why come up when you can stay down below forever? With no worries or troubles. With no one to bother or hurt. Why don't you join us down below?'"

It was tempting; you had to admit. The amount of times your resistance nearly broke and you took the temptation would have shattered Midoriya's heart into thousands of pieces, leaving it beyond repair.

You couldn't do that to him.

Not to your Midoriya.

Not to the same toddler who would grab your hand in excitement whenever he saw you at the playground, wordlessly letting go of his mother's hand to sprint over to you. He would pull you up from your spot in the sandbox to press your foreheads together, lively and innocent green eyes gazing mesmerizingly into your (e/c) ones.

Not to the same boy in middle school who was constantly bullied by his peers and never spared a glance by the adults around him. The one who would always smile at you, despite the tears that welled in his eyes whenever he was brutally beaten up by his childhood best friend due to the lack of a quirk in a world fueled by them. The sweetheart who would offer you half his lunch if you forgot yours, or would gush over his hero analysis' books and the latest pro-hero battles.

Not to the high school boy who endangered his life countless times to protect you and your classmates when you both were at UA. The boy who would grab your hand when he felt you slipping from reality and pull you close to his chest, hugging you as if you were his last lifeline- not as if he was yours. The teenager who would tell you all of his deepest and darkest secrets- whether it be of his quirk from All Might, relationship with your mutual peers, or stories of fights against villains.

Not to the vigilante boy whose tears stained the paper of the goodbye letter he wrote to you when he chose to leave UA. The one whose scrawls could not stop describing the excruciating pain he felt to be leaving such an important piece of him behind. The person who impacted him the most, who loved and cared for him for all of those years. The only person that killed him the most to hurt.

You. That was you.

And when he came back, when the students and teachers of UA were able to bring him back, his first request was to see you. And when he couldn't? He was pissed, to say the least. The cold and snappy responses he gave afterwards presented that idea straight enough.

Midoriya never knew what happened to you during the period he left UA for. None of his classmates knew and all of the adults at UA refused to inform Midoriya of your disappearance.

Eventually, you came back.

He and the others didn't need to know about the disturbing thoughts that plagued your mind every passing second. The ones that clouded your senses with every breath you took. It would have been too gruesome to let them in. To show them the scratched and fissured layers beneath your skin.

They couldn't know about the days you spent secluded in a room, hugging yourself as tears streamed from your eyes, down your cheeks and onto the hospital gown you wore. They couldn't know about the way you shrieked in agony and covered your ears with your hands as those mocking voices became too loud and powerful for you to fight.

Simply, it would be too much for them. They wouldn't be able to comprehend or fathom why you had these voices- you didn't yourself. You didn't understand why they chose you out of all the possible victims in the spectrum of people. They would never listen to your distressed howls of desperation as you cried out for them to just "shut up for once!"

Maybe, that was why you stood where you were today. Why you were upright facing the sky, instead of downwards in the soil.

Possibly, that was why you chose to drink until you were blackout drunk- sick, tired, and ready to finally slip from the world's grasps.

You could never be vulnerable. Not again. Not once more. Not after all those times the people who you thought loved and cared for you ended up shredding your heart to pieces. They had seized you in their claws when you were at your weakest, and squeezed until you split at the seams and bursted into millions of fragments. Every single person. Your family, your friends, your peers. Everyone and everything.

As a result, you had become numb. You had became so numb that when the pain struck, it would burn and sizzle before you froze your emotions, before you drowned yourself with liquor and nearly met the angels above. Maybe, those angels wouldn't hurt you like everyone else did. You doubted it. Heaven wouldn't accept you anyway.

"You don't deserve a happy ending."

You had gone off the rails, nobody could help you now. Not Midoriya, not your family, not your friends, not your colleagues, not your neighbors, no one. Not even a therapist.

"You're better off dead than alive. You'll be doing everyone a favor instead."

He would never know.

Unless he caught me.

You shivered at the mere thought, cowering into yourself. It would never, ever happen.

You wouldn't allow it.

Even if it was the last thing you did.

It was a Monday and you were five hours into your shift at the agency, head buried deep in blueprints on hero costumes. These specific costume upgrades had taken months to plan, requiring you to go and scout and research different materials, test them, and undergo many processes of elimination. Red Riot and Dynamight had come to you for assistance (despite having their own support team), and Deku as well. It was as clear as day that they only trusted you with this task, but the demand of time it entailed was overwhelming and had put a block in all of your other projects.

Luckily, merely the final touches were being added and then you could begin building. The materials you had narrowed down to were purchased in bulk and begging to be melted, reformed, and melded to your liking.

You could just hear their cries.

Their pleads for change.

"Just like yours."

No, you shook your head in agitation, clenching your jaw. The once steady pace of your heartbeat picked up furiously, leaving you to inhale uneven, shallow breaths that set your lungs ablaze.

Not right now, you pleaded, grinding your teeth. Tears sprung from your eyes and you screwed them shut, a sense of hopelessness washing over you. You curled into yourself.

Calm down, you told yourself. Don't listen to them, (Name). You're fine. You're okay. It's just work. Just work. Just keep working.

It was easier said than done. Every muscle in your body felt excruciatingly tight, as if you had run a marathon and immediately sat down  for hours afterwards. Everything was frozen, and if you tried to move far, you would break further. The strings that held together your mind, soul, and body were stretched thin and ripping at the middle. Once they tore, you would be long gone. The structure that you called your body would become a jail cell, locking you in the depths of your mind for eternity.

With every shaky breath you took, you sunk deeper into your lost state of mind. The voices began to yell obnoxiously inside your head, blocking every coherent thought that attempted to pry its way through the impervious seal of destruction that had enveloped you. Your ears rang as loud as the church bells in the town square— it felt as if blood was pouring out of your earlobes and down your skin, until it reached the ground.

There was screaming somewhere- near or far, you didn't know. Your body shook violently as you fell from your chair and onto the ground. Tools clattered around you and papers flew everywhere, your precious blueprints were lost in the sea of a mess you contrived.

Every breath you took was shallow and fast, each irregular and suffocating. Your lungs burned and a timorous feeling stirred in your stomach, sending you haywire.

Nothing was going to be okay. You couldn't do this. You weren't meant to survive. You weren't built for this.

I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, you repeated in your head.

"Yes," the voice agreed. "You can't, you can't, you can't. Just give up, (Name). It's time to give up."

You didn't want to give up.

"Are you sure?"

You didn't want to die today.

"Why not?"

You couldn't leave all that you worked for behind. Everything you fought for.

"You're just going to lose it eventually. Why does it matter?"

You couldn't leave behind your family and friends.

"They don't care about you. Why do you think they haven't spoken to you in ages? They're all fake, just like you."

You needed something to fight for. Something to keep you grounded.

"No!" cried the voice.

There was no way to win against the hindering voice. You knew that. Time and time again, every pitiful attempt at effacing it would be proved futile. No matter how vigorously you fought, how bodacious your efforts were, your audacious acts were rendered a perilous failure that you would pay for dearly later on.

Although you couldn't win wars, you could win battles.

You cracked your eyes open, pupils peering through a blur of gray as you lifted your head to the light. Pain shot through your bones, and you began to tug at the strings of your sanity in an attempt to regain yourself.

This is progress. I can do this.

The hands on your ears fell to the floor, laying on the cool marble tile below you. The contrast of the subzero-temperature like ground against your blazing and blistering hot skin left you balling your fists in stagger. This had to be how Todoroki's hands felt whenever they touched. The feeling was akin to having ice situated on a burn.

It felt like you were coming back to life.

The ringing in your ears was nearly gone.

Slowly but surely, your breath evened out. The air that entered your lungs were not disarrayed breaths of air, but now timed and even.

In the distance, down the hall, a rush of footsteps could be heard. Frequently, heroes would enter and exit the floor, since all the technicians at the agency were congregated in the same location. Pro-heroes saved lives and as a result, damaged their gear— it was logical that there was constant activity in this section of the building.

However, you were in no state to be interacting with others.

The evidence of your misery was strewn across the floor, with your tools laying around haphazardly and your papers splayed everywhere. If anyone entered, they would conclude that something had happened to you.

And you would not let them even reach that idea.

Swiftly, you rose from your seated position and began to clean the mess on the ground. In one swipe, at least three tools were clutched and dropped into their respective areas. Papers were either crumbled and tossed into the bin beside your desk or stacked neatly. The office would have to look pristine and immaculate.

Just like a criminal, you had to cover your own traces. You had to stay vigilant and weary. Or else, you would be caught.

"Just like you will be."

"WHAT WOULD the world be like, if everyone was good?" Midoriya sighed, tipping his head back as the sweltering afternoon rays of heat beat down upon you both. His fluffy curls were soaked with sweat, reminding you of a puppy's dripping, wet fur after a bath.

He looked awfully adorable, despite the fact that both of you had been running for the past few hours. Midoriya was training for his second Sports Festival and this time, he wholeheartedly believed (and hoped) he would reach the top three. His first year at UA was one that taught him there was more than just his quirk— he had always known he had to train his body to accommodate for the raw and brute power that came along with such a quirk, but he didn't quite understand it. He just did as he was told. He followed All Might's words, all of his mentor's words, but never took the time to consider what they were saying.

It wasn't until after countless villain attacks, constant injuries, and the grueling hell that rained upon him after discovering his true quirks did he comprehend what he was being told.

You were proud of him, then. Your Midoriya, the same boy you grew up with was slowly becoming a real pro-hero (you would have said hero, but you knew he was born one. However, society would have never accepted him as a "pro-hero" if he did not have All Might's quirk). His younger self would have shed tears of joy at the sight of himself then.

He would never be that same Deku, the one who would cower in fear at the wrath of "Kacchan."

A giggle ripped through your lips as you fell onto the bed of grass below you, dirt sinking through your fingertips. The grass grazed your skin like a gentle kiss, sending small tingles down to your toes. "Izuku, you do realize everyone's definition of good is different universally, right?" You heard a small peep of confusion beside you.

Ignoring him, you continued. “Some of us think the definition of 'doing good' is treating others like human beings, which is really the bare minimum in all cases. In comparison, others argue that it means not to be selfish, but selfless. Like helping and paying attention to others around you, but that could just be what's expected from everyone for someone else. Possibly, for those heroes you aspire to be like, saving lives is the equivalent of being a good person. We all have different opinions on definitions and ideas so controversial like those. Be more specific."

Taking a deep breath after your mouthful, you shook your hands and kicked out your legs. Midoriya laid down on his back as well, stretching his arms out so his hand would brush against yours. A quiet "oh" escaped your throat at the contact, and you swore electricity passed between you both.

Midoriya made no reaction, so you ignored the tingles that lingered in your fingertips and the hairs that raised on your arms and neck. It was likely you imagined those currents that passed between you both.

That happened a lot.

Too often.

"You sound like Mr. Aizawa, you know," Midoriya commented, sparing you a glance before he chuckled. "Old and wise."

Feigning annoyance, you shifted your hips to move you onto your side and kicked Midoriya's calf, lips pressed together in a thin smile.

"Say that again and I'll have you in a headlock, Deku," you threatened, pushing yourself up  from the bed of smooth grass and into a kneeling position. With a menacing grin, you cracked your knuckles, "I may be no hero, but I can kick ass; even yours."

At your words, a challenging grin grew on his face. Midoriya could never back down from a challenge, especially not one from you. "Oh, you think so?"

In a matter of seconds, you lept onto him, rolling around in the dirt. Arms and legs were flung and choked laughs escaped both your throats. Midoriya was much stronger, you knew that. But you could win with brains.

"I know so!" you countered.

Midoriya liked your confidence. A lot.

Well, he really liked you. So much that it hurt him.

Though, you would never know; you couldn't.

He couldn't risk losing you. Not now, not ever. So he would always settle for being your best friend. Something was always better than nothing.

He couldn't get greedy now, your value to him was worth more than any of the riches in the universe. One could argue you mattered more to him than his own future career as a hero.

Therefore, he would stand by your side idly, waiting for the moment for your hands to brush together so he could intertwine his fingers with yours. He would always wait for you. He would wait until you noticed him and his love. He would wait for you to learn to love him like he loved you.

Forever and always.

Always and forever.

It's only three minutes until this elevator comes and I can go, you reassured yourself. Work had been hectic, to put it lightly. With the unforeseen panic attack in your office earlier, persisting through repairs of practically pulverized gear and assembling new gadgets had proven to be a trial that left you fatigued.

Thankfully, the pattering of footsteps that had echoed in the hallway during your episode had been nothing but a ruse (and you firmly believed that the voice had made you conceive them). After tidying your trashed office, guzzling an entire bottle of water, and coating a thin, glossy sheen of chapstick onto your chapped lips, you had courageously exited the security of your office to check for any people in the hallway.

After all, you had an image to keep.

Fortunately, the universe had granted you that good omen and decided to not torture you further.

I doubt it'll grant me anymore, you pursed your lips sourly, merely huffing once the elevator reached your floor and its metal doors slid open for you. There were no other passengers, leaving you to revel in the delectation of silence, even if it was for a few measly minutes.

Something is always better than nothing, you internally argued. There's always good in a bad day- just like now. My day was poor, but the rest of my evening will be a substantial improvement from earlier.

Occupied by your uplifting and heartening thoughts, it felt as if your trip from the fifteenth floor (your floor) to the ground floor had gone by rapidly. Typically, your elevator trips were awkward, uncomfortable, and appeared to be prolonged misery graced from the hells bellow. A sudden ding signaled the reach of your destination and once the doors slid open, you squeezed through the crowd of people beginning to pile in.

The lobby of the agency was a spacious area, filled with luxurious yet cozy couches and loveseats, as well as countless offices. Workers paced back and forth, brows knitted and mouths tense. Sidekicks, interns, and heroes were in nearly ever corner. Some appeared to be littered with deep gashes and gnarly bruises, while others were unscathed. Certainly, the Deku Agency was a zestful and active one; one you were more than elated to escape.

Vigilantly, you swerved past your vexed colleagues and ignored the receptionist's buoyant chirp of farewell, lunging through the glass doors and stumbling into the outside.

You continued to strut forward, fists clenched tight and eyes narrowed. If you looked as if you were seconds from detonating, people would blatantly ignore you and try to escape your supposed incoming wrath.

Just like Bakugou.

Within seconds you covered most of the distance from the entrance of the agency to the edge of the building. However, when you were about to turn around the corner, a hasty hand promptly grabbed your shoulder with such brute strength you were sure could break your brittle bones. A horrified gasp left your throat, a sickening feeling brewing deep within your gut. Involuntarily, your eyes squeezed shut as you hit your assailant's chest, and a familiar, gruff voice immediately made your head shoot up.

"Don't scream, idiot," Bakugou warned, piercing vermillion eyes boring into yours. A medical mask covered his mouth and he wore a black baseball cap. "I'm not going to hurt you, just need'a talk to you."

Like a fish, you gaped stupidly at him, heart ricocheting through your chest. Looming over you at twice your height and size was Bakugo Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight, the Top Two Pro-Hero.

Midoriya's biggest rival.

Also, both Midoriya's and your childhood best friend.

"Katsuki, you bitch-!" you hissed, pounding your fist against his solid chest. "You're dressed like this and don't expect me to scream the minute some suspicious looking guy grabs me from a corner?!"

Bakugou frowned as you ran your mouth, watching your eyebrows knit in exasperation and frustration. Piqued by your attitude, he clamped his free hand over your mouth with a groan and a roll of his eyes. "You done running your damn mouth off? I didn't come here to listen to your rambling."

Appalled, you shook your head and pulled yourself out of his grasp (you knew he didn't try and hold you back, if he wanted to he could have easily). With a sneer, you diverged from his path and strutted ahead.

You were not in the mood for Bakugou's bullshit today.

Without missing a beat, he followed behind you. His heavy footsteps stayed in time with your lighter ones- signifying he wasn't going to let you go until he got what he wanted.

Abruptly, you stopped and spun to face him, pointing your finger at him accusingly. "Say whatever you want to say, but make sure it's quick. I don't have time for this."

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, foot tapping against the pavement impatiently. Irked, Bakugou clicked his tongue at you and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"You've been acting off. It's showing," Bakugou bluntly stated. He was never one to beat around the bush when it came to others. Especially you, despite all the years of being acquainted. You reacted poorly with confrontation, he was well aware of that. Alas, it was the only way he knew to reach out to you, and possibly help you.

To be your hero.

Pressing your lips together tightly, you mustered your finest smile, gaze cold and blank. "I should be heading home, it'll get dark soon." At once, you stepped away from Bakugou, only to feel a hot, coarse hand engulf your wrist seconds later.

"You can't hide it, (Name)," he murmured, breath fanning against your neck. Gently, his giant and callused hand enveloped your tinier one, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Due to the nature of his quirk, his body temperature ran at a significantly higher temperature than most who did not obtain a pyromancer quirk. Although many found his heat to be overwhelming and suffocating, Bakugou was always a source of warmth that could melt even the iciest bits of you.

"Don't let him in. Don't do it," the voice whispered in your ear. "He's going to hurt you too."

"I'm not hiding anything," you retorted, eyes trained steadily on your feet. "I have nothing to hide."

His response was immediate. "That's a lie."

He knows.

You knew he knew. Bakugou always knew. Bakugou goddamn Katsuki always knew. He was a nosy little shit; always had been and always would be. He got it from his mother.

You knew that.

He knew that.

You just comprehended it too late. You were too slow. You couldn't keep up.

"You're just not good enough."

You knew that. You knew it. You always did. You just never accepted it.

"You've always been pathetic. Just give up."

They were right. They always were. Why did you even try?

You should've listened to them earlier. Tears began to fill your eyes, blurring your vision. You wretched your wrist out of his grasp and walked away. All words that flew from his mouth fell deaf upon your ears.

You couldn't let him see you so weak.

"Oi, (Name)! Get back here!" Bakugou hollered. There was a twinge of concern in his voice.

Don't hurt him too, (Name).

Your lips were locked, mouth dry and throat parched. Words refused to escape your sealed lips. Only tears fell and the urge to run and disappear felt possible.

So, that's what you did.

You ran from Bakugou and sprinted past people for countless blocks. There were not enough fingers on your hands to count how many times you crossed illegally and nearly slammed into an innumerable amount of cars, but you didn't care.

You never cared.

The familiar white lights of your treasured store came into view. A small smile graced your lips as you stumbled past a group of sketchy teenagers and into the vast parking lot. Finally, you could leave everyone and everything behind and learn how to let go.

You could learn how to not be selfish.

Just like Midoriya.

7:23 PM

7-11, the classic convenience store of Japan. Whether it be heroes, students, children, or elders, you could find people of all walks of life at the epoxy-floored store notorious for its delicious treats and savory dishes.

It was unfortunate that this homely store for many was considered your link to the retreat of your issues. When you were younger, you would have never pictured to use such a place like this as your method to get black-out drunk.

Except, this was the present; all that mattered was now.

Hurriedly, you staggered inside and carelessly swung a red hand basket onto your forearm and followed the familiar tiled path down to the cooler, where all their drinks were stored.

Various liquids were stored on the cool shelves: plastic water bottles with droplets of condensation sliding down their sides, glass containers filled with numerous types of teas, different types of milks stored in cartons, and your frequently visited section of them all— the alcoholic beverages. There were a couple of selections of beers, as well as fruity cocktails that were spiked with heavy amounts of rum.

Although the store wasn't too large on its variation in spirits, you didn't care. A drink was a drink. It served a purpose and you would accomplish that goal no matter the consequence.

The remnants of tears on your face dried once the chilly air of the refrigerator blasted against your skin, merely adding to the sting of your eyes. Every single muscle in your body was sore from your sprinting to flee from Bakugou— as a support hero, you never engaged in physical activity as much. It was a rough estimate, but you could guess that you had run at least a little bit less than three miles before you reached here.

Karma was one hell of a bitch.

Heedlessly, you grabbed a pack of beers and walked to the checkout counter. Picking up a couple of chocolate bars, you tossed them onto the counter, impatiently waiting for the employee to scan your items before you vanished back into the night.

"Your ID, ma'am?" requested the worker. Sluggishly, you pulled out your card and handed it to him, watching his eyes inspect the information printed on the plastic. With a nod, he handed your card back and totaled the cost before asking for your form of payment.

"Cash," you replied with a strained smile, pulling out a wad of bills.

The man finished checking out your items and bagging them, only to meekly mutter a tired, "Stay safe." You nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

Hurrying out the door, a quavered, muttered "thank you" fluttered past your lips and into the rosy evening, for no one's ears but your own.

Beer always tasted bitter to you. Every single time you picked up a bottle, can, or glass of it, it tasted bitter. Whether or not it was mixed with fresh fruit in the fermentation process or more than the common amount of yeast was used to make it sweeter, it still was harsh on your tongue and just as pungent.

Howbeit, you couldn't get enough of it. A disputant could argue that it was the easy access of beer that left you coming back to it- how effortless it was to just pick up a pack of beers, check-out, and go on your merry way. Employees paid little to no attention to those who bought beer. They all assumed beer drinkers were abortive alcoholics looking for a quick fix.

If you had wanted wine, champagne, rum, vodka or any other alcoholic beverage, a worker would have to be brought to take the drink out of its glass enclosure. Then, suspicion would arise. Questions would be asked.

It had occurred before.

You didn't care to think about it now though. Not when you had guzzled down two beers and were nursing your third. The other two bottles had been tossed haphazardly beside you on the grass, your legs dangling helplessly over the edge.

In the distance, the sun was setting. Warm hues filled the sky- layers of ruby red began at the top, far above your head, until it slowly melted into a borderline lobster red, becoming tangerine, slowly blending together to manifest a banana yellow that eventually turned into a lemon-like shade of yellow, until you could view no more.

The water below your feet was just as dark as you remembered it; its waves lapped at the stones below you, the water playfully skimming the sides of the boulders before receding back into the endless body of water.

Tears slipped down the apple of your cheeks, sliding down to your jaw and off, descending down to the oblivion of water beneath the cliff.

Bakugou's words resided in your heart, clouding your mind.

"You've been acting off. It's showing . . . You can't hide it, (Name)."

They know. They knew.

"They always knew," laughed the voice. "You can certainly try and hide it, but it doesn't mean it worked."

"They always knew, but they never said anything," you sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest, cradling your body close. "They never cared!"

"Exactly!" cried the voice. "That's what I've been telling you all this time! They never cared about you!"

The voice was right. You should've listened to them earlier. They knew what they were talking about. You knew that. They knew that.

Why didn't you listen earlier?

They were always right, in the end.

So, why did you fight before?

Midoriya, I always fought for Midoriya. Just for him.

You brought your beer bottle to your lips and guzzled it down, choking on your snot, tears, and the brew in your frantic gulp of the drink.

Wheezing, you tossed the glass to the side and laid back, grabbing your face in your hands as you curled into a fetal position.

What an idiot you were. Caring for a man, once a boy, that really was only a part of your memories. Your dreams, who only felt like your imagination. You and Izuku rarely spoke. Truthfully, you hadn't spoken in days, weeks, and possibly even months.

Midoriya had probably forgotten about you, just like everyone else had.

He was just like the rest. Midoriya Izuku, your childhood best friend, childhood crush, was just like every other person in your life- he hurt you exactly as they did. If not, more.

Midoriya was your everything. As children, you had protected him and stood by his side no matter how rocky the terrain became. He was supposed to be the one stable thing in your life, just like you were for him.

You fool.

You were nothing to Midoriya. You should have recognized that earlier. Once he entered UA, he had met fantastic people like Uraraka and Iida and didn't need you anymore.

Those thoughts weren't new, they had occurred before. Foolishly, you chose to ignore them. Now, you knew you were wrong for doing so.

A melancholic feeling settled over you as you downed the remaining bottles of beer, watching the sunset become a blur of black. The once colored hues of the sky faded into the sinister obsidian, with twinkling lights shining in the distance. The grass below you did not feel the same as it once had. Numerous times before, it had been soft, calming, and grounding. The blades of green always gently brushed against your skin, tickling your neck.

Presently, it prickled you, profoundly digging its leafy tips into you. It was a contrast to the loving embrace you were used to. Instead, it restricted you and attempted to pull you under.

It didn't feel right.

Nothing did.

"Then, why are you still here?" the voice questioned.

"I don't know," you whispered back, a wave of fresh tears welling up in your eyes. "I really don't."

Lifting yourself up, you kicked your feet in an attempt to shake out the jitters and calm yourself. The entire world felt like it was crashing down on you, but you couldn't properly react to it correctly, how you thought you were supposed to react.

What was wrong with you?

Why were you still here?

Why did you keep trying?

Why?

The intrusive thought sent you doubling over; you clasped your hands over your ears and hunched forward, face pointing towards the water. How long had you been here for? You definitely had lost your phone hours ago. It didn't matter, you wanted this to be over. Just for it to finally end.

"Do it, (Name)."

Jumping off the cliff wouldn't be a painless death, nor quick, but it would suffice. You were bound to be poisoned from the alcohol and if you happened to just hit your head on the way down? Easy as pie.

Shakily, you stood up despite the ache screaming within your bones. Every part of you was shaking, your teeth were chattering, your knees were knocking together, and your stomach had curled in on itself.

This is for the best, you told yourself. Just jump and it'll all be over.

"Jump!" echoed the voice. A watery grin spread across your face.

You squatted down, mimicking the awkward position of a jump squat.

"Jump!" it repeated.

"I'm so sorry, Izuku," you choked, spilling your deepest pains to the wind, the trees, and ocean below you. "I know you don't care about me, but I'm still sorry."

You were leaving without a trace. With nobody able to contact you or track you. With no farewells, appreciative notes, or apologies.

Maybe it was meant to be.

Not you and Midoriya.

Just you and yourself.

All alone.

It was nearly involuntarily how quick you threw yourself off the cliff, eyes shut tight as you felt the world around you fall. It was finally ending.

"NO!" a voice cried, somewhere above you. You didn't care enough about it to open your eyes.

Once again.

Weightless, free. Those were the words that could only describe how you felt. It was better this way. The voice was right.

As always.

"(Y/N)!"

Close. You were so close to dipping your feet in the water. You knew it.

You wanted to see this, to have one last memory before you died. The sight wouldn't be the prettiest, but you would cherish it even after your death.

The lids of your eyes flew open. Everything around you appeared as if it was falling with you. They were blurs of objects as you passed by them at inhuman speeds.

Nearly there.

You were nearly there.

Until you weren't.

Until someone caught you.

Until a multitude of what felt to be thick tendrils wrapped themselves around you as the tips of your toes skimmed the water, snatching you from the grips of death.

Until you were being pulled back up to this person, this monster, and into their rather warm hold. They hugged you close to their chest, so close that you could hear the erratic pounding of their heart.

Incoherent blubbers tumbled out of their mouth as they rocked you slowly, tucking your face into the crook of their neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, mind unable to process what had just happened.

They were warm, so warm. And you were tired. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

Not at all.

Their pleads for you to stay awake were unheard as you succumbed to the darkest depths of your mind, to the aching of your heart and body.

All alone.

Once again.

As always.

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Summary: Izuku had always loved the wind.

The way the breeze would surround him in its chilling comfort on his most painful days. How it seemed to soothe every scrape, burn, and bruise. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine feeling his mothers delicate fingers running through his untamed green hair as the wind passed by.

— — —

or Inko Midoriya dies in a tragic accident leaving Izuku orphaned and homeless. He feels broken inside and out, Luckily Eraserhead is there to help pick up the pieces.

5 Works | Mature Content

Rigged by bundie

Summary: On his way back to the UA dorms, Katsuki stumbles on a claw machine game he can't walk away from.

One Shot | Warning! Severe Bullying

Rated - Teen & Up

I’m Sorry by fxckoff_menace

Summary: Katsuki realizes his own mistakes in middle school and decides to apologize to Izuku

{One Shot}

i've been looking sad (in all the nicest places) by dandelion_weed

Summary: Saturday finds Katsuki in front of Izuku's apartment, holding a box of expensive snacks for afternoon tea in one hand and Izuku’s goddamn poster in another. In his backpack are his change of clothes and toothbrush for the sleepover. He’s ready for war.

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Bakugou Katsuki tries his hand at apologizing, being a better friend, and maneuvering both his life and growing feelings for Midoriya Izuku, and succeeds with extreme damage to his pride.

{One Shot}

Usagi by StraightOutOfWit

Summary: Bakugou and Midoriya were childhood friends and were as thick as thieves. That was, until Katsuki's quirk developed and Izuku was left in the rubble of his explosive ego.
So, with his dream crushed and his friend leaving him in the dust, Izuku finds a new way to help people. Whats a better way to legally save people than to help those who do the saving? And maybe, just maybe, he could be the hero he always wanted to be.
With Bakugou trying to repair their friendship and new friends at his side, will Midoriya be able to keep his biggest secret? Or will everything come crashing down as it did before?

— — —

OR In which Izuku is transferred into the support course and Katsuki tries to make amends.

69/? Chapters | Rated T for teen

Last Updated July 2023

Hopeless Ramen-tic by lalazee

Summary: Midoriya is a cute guy who works at a ramen stall and Bakugou is thirsty as hell, but has to hide it by being an asshat. Another love story.

{One Shot}

In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?) by Stringlish

Summary: He could never forgive himself.

It was his fault.

He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow.

— — — 
(Or: What if Izuku jumped?)


(OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.)

Incomplete | 39/? Chapters

Rated - Mature

DOG FIGHT by Wildish_Gambino

Summary: Dog Fight (noun) - a practice between men, in which all compete to see who can get the ugliest date.
Rules:
1) You must be polite
2) You must buy your date a drink
3) You have to get a dance

The man with the ugliest partner wins.
— — —
Or Pro Hero Katsuki brings nerdy next door neighbor Izuku to a dogfight...
But ends up falling for him in the process

Complete | 5 Chapters | SFW

Turning the Tables by Darbinator1101

Summary: Izuku knows what he wants his first act of villainy to be- hurting Kacchan's hero career.

One Shot | Villain Mido

Rated - Explicit

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[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

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You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

#mysteriesmusing #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #reader insert #prohero dynamight #prohero deku #holiday houseboat au #squeeeeee #I’m so freaking proud about this one!!!!!! #Like I hate tickle fights but just this once I want that to happen to me if it’s them <3 #Anybody else ticklish on the back of their knees? That one makes me buckle and fall to the floor giggling and wheezing #and the raspberries in the crook of you neck is like so much #I thought it was mega big brained of me to pick that for katsuki #but I felt like izu gently grabbing your ankle and grinning while down on one knee was just SO good! #And the wombo combo of these boys tickling is just *chefs kiss* personality wise for me

[kajinovaa]

cant stop drawing em man

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[shiviwrites07]

Fuck me like you hate me | NSFW | Midoriya. I

Warnings: Overstimulation, cockwarming, degradation kink, merciless deku, nipple overstimulation, characters are aged up (27 years).

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Part -2

Midoriya Izuku's eyes rake over your body like a predator looking at It's next meal. He takes note of the fact that you're in his shirt, the top half unbottoned giving him a peak at that sexy black bra you're wearing. That sight is enough to make him hard. "You're so fucking naughty slut, wearing my shirt and that flimsy bra. You want me to take it off? Then say it." He says in a sultry, commanding voice. You mutter out "Please take it off daddy~." He smirks in triumph but still asks obnoxiously, "What did you say whore? I didn't hear you." You can't think straight and scream out "Please fuck me Daddy ~ I want you to stuff my cunt with your cock." His dick twitched at the sound of your plead but he can't let you have it your way. Not this time. So he said "Since you asked so nicely, i guess can do something"

He sloppily kisses you as his hands go inside your shirt, his shirt. His tongue invades your cavern as your tongues dance inside your mouth while he gropes your breasts above your bra. Then he lowers his mouth from your bruised tips to your neck. Your hands roam around his back and finally reach his hair, tugging and pulling on it. You whine as he stops suddenly and look up at him with half lidded eyes. He orders "You aren't allowed to touch me until I say so" as he ties your hands behind your back with his belt. Then he continues his exploration down your neck, biting and sucking at the skin as your body writhes beneath him. The sight of your body makes him wanna take you immediately but he can wait. His mouth moves from your neck, to your collarbone and finally your shoulder, all the while sliding down your bra straps. He couldn't resist taking a picture of your body, and so he did.

Then he stopped and again in that cocky tone, asked "Tell daddy what you want slut." You can't wait anymore, so leaving all your dignity side you whisper into his ear, "I want your mouth Daddy~ want it to lick my breasts, I want it to bite and suck on my nipples until I scream out your name daddy" "That's so fucking hot. Fine but you'll have to work for it."

His heart skips a beat as he catches you staring while he opens his zipper and his cock springs free, hard and angry, dripping with precum. "Come here and suck my cock like you mean it." He tells you as he sits on the edge of the bed and orders you to get on your knees below him. You lick his cock, slowly dragging your tongue from his tip to his shaft. You get motivated as he shudders above you and look into his eyes as you take him whole into your mouth. "Fuck, slut that's good. Suck it like you own it. Ngh~" he groans while tugging your hair, choking you with his huge dick. You trace the veins with your tongue and bob your head up and down and he uses you to reach his high. Your eyes water as you choke, gag and gurgle around his cock when he smacks your face to go faster. Groaning and grunting, Izuku finally reaches his high as he empties himself inside you. "You did good slut. You can take your reward for being such a good, little whore for Daddy." You nod your head, dazed, and slowly lie down on the bed as he climbs on top of you.

He unclasps your bra and tosses it away as he drools at the sight in front of him. His cum smeared on your lips, sweatdrops across your whole body, your sweet moans and your naked tits tantalizing him while your still wearing his shirt. Oh how much Izuku wishes he could do this everyday. But he puts these thoughts aside as he gropes your boobs with his hands. You moan out his name loudly and he knows that your tits are your most sensitive parts, so he wanted to enjoy it. He takes your hardened nipples between his fingers and tweaks them as tears roll down your eyes at the painful pleasure, "Izu- please, Just- just do something to my boobs. They're all yours. Izu please~" That's the only thing he needed to hear and before you know it.....

He takes one nipple in his mouth while still tweaking the other expertly with his hand. He sucks on it like a starved man while you're a moaning, screaming mess below him. He licks the tit with his tongue and leaves a large amount of saliva over it and removes his mouth while he's smacks your other tit tightly with his hand and enjoys the way it jiggles. He then takes the other tit in his mouth leaving the first one unattended. He had other plans for that "Oh fuck lzu- just like that daddy. Yeah harder daddy harder!!!!!" You scream out as he bites on your nipple hard enough to leave marks around it. He licks the tit and leaves a hefty amount of saliva over it. He takes his head up and looks down at you with a devilish smile. Your eyes widen as you realise what he's going to do. He turns on the AC to the lowest temperature, knowing how sensitive you are to low temperatures during sex. You nipples harden instantly and you cry out with tears in your eyes for him to turn it off. But he doesn't.

Izuku doesn't know if it's the sadist part of him speaking or what but seeing you crying, begging, with you entirely at his mercy turns him on more than it should. He truly enjoys being the dominant one even if he lets you be the dominant one sometimes. He trails wet kisses down your abdomen until he finally reaches your core...

To be Continued.......

I apologise for the cliffhanger but realised it would have become too long if i continued. I'll post the part 3 within some days and would like to thank you for your support on part one.

Sayonara

Shivi ❤️

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[hopeluna-archived]

Home

Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: strong language, bit of angst but don't worry about it, probably so many grammatical mistakes, too many mentions of the movie Up

A/N: just a little something I thought of about Izuku.

M.list

"IZUKU ITS STARTING"

"I'm coming, i'm coming"

"How many times have we watched this again?" Izuku smiled putting the snacks down at the foot of the bed.

"Give or take 25 times" grinning, you snuggled up to Izuku's side. "I mean, it is a really good movie"

"True" smiling softly, Izuku dimmed the lights as the soundtrack began.

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"So I was thinking.....if you're free, would you wanna like go an a date this week?" Izuku fidgeted nervously with his tie, looking at his girlfriend in her vanity doing her makeup.

"Thats sudden" raising an eyebrow at him, you met his eyes in the mirror. Smirking at him, teased "Did you do something?"

Shaking his head, Izuku chuckled "No, we just haven't went on a date in a while, you know?"

Humming in agreement, you got up to smoothen your dress "That is true, a date would be nice" shooting Izuku a smile "Saturday?"

"Saturday it is."

"Great!" Glancing at the clock on the wall, you hastily grabbed your purse, taking Izuku's hand "come on, we're gonna be late to the gala"

"Shit, Kacchan's gonna kill me"

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"Why the fuck is this so sad?! It only just started...." blowing your nose on another tissue, you cuddled more into Izuku.

"I don't wanna say it but...I told you so" pressing a kiss to your temple, Izuku softly smiled "we could watch another movie?"

Shooting up, gasping dramatically with a hint of smile on your lips "Izuku Midoriya, how dare you suggest something like that? We are watching Up even if it means finishing every tissue box in the house."

The green haired rolled his eyes a little, smilling "whatever you wish babe."

Of course, they ended up watching it twice. Not that Izuku was complaining.

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"Stop being so fucking nervous you damn nerd"

"Huh?" Breaking out of his trance, Izuku glanced at the blonde across him "right s-sorry, I just- what if she says no?"

"Hey man you'll be fine, don't stress about it too much" Kirishima gave him a toothy grin.

As calm as ever, Shoto spoke up "he's right, just relax and i'm sure you're worrying about no reason" giving Izuku a small smile, he continued "everything will turn out fine"

"Y-yeah you're probably right" gulping nervously, Izuku stood up to leave "see you guys later".

"Nervous ass bitch" Bakugou grumbled once Izuku left.

"Hey man! Don't be mean"

"Tch whatever"

As Bakugou continued cursing people out, with Kirishima exclaiming it wasn't manly, Izuku finally stepped up the courage to enter the house to get ready for his date with his love.

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Halfway throughout the movie, shooting up, you gasped looking down at Izuku with a smile " YOU'RE MY CARL"

With confused brows, Izuku slightly smiled "what?"

"Like in the movie, they are so in love and everything and I love you so you're my Carl"

A blush creeping up on his cheeks Izuku smiled, "and you're my Ellie"

You smiled softly, "I guess...that does make me Ellie huh?"

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"Oooh fancy~" squeezing Izuku's hand as they entered the restaurant, you smiled up at Izuku, admiring the place.

"I got us rooftop tables" Izuku smiled, scratching the back of his neck "I thought you would like them"

Now making their way up to their tables, you gasped " IZUKU", pecking him on the cheek, exclaimed "thats so amazing thanks"

"Anything for you love"

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The clock's ticking in the dark silence was starting to get to you now. The noise of the news playing on the TV, nothing but a mess of muttered words falling in your ears as your blurry eyes focused on Izuku's face on the screen.

"It was supposed to be movie night" whispering softly to no one in particular in the loud silence, you tried to focus back to what the news reporter was saying, only making out the words "pro hero Deku" "villain" "fight" and the phrase that you hated "nowhere to be seen" .

A few tears escaped as you glanced at the snacks and movie CDs, once neatly placed on the table waiting for his arrival, now strewn across the floor.

Is this what its going to be like? Quiet nights with you worrying if your lover is going to come home or not?

You loved Izuku Midoriya. With everything in the world, but this....it was becoming too much. You wouldn't leave him, no you couldn't imagine letting him go but-

The spiralling down of your thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the creak of your front door, followed by the sound of it closing, heavy footsteps making their way to the living room, where you were.

It broke Izuku.

It broke him, felt as if someone had ripped out his heart, everytime he came back in the dead of the night to you staying awake for him, worrying over his life.

It pained him to see you like this.

But the moment you got up, wrapping your arms around him, sobbing and mumbling to never worry you like that ever again. When he wraps his arms around you too, holding on to you for dear life, he knows that he's home.

And for you, it happens a little later.

As you both sit on the couch in the dark, the movie Up playing on the TV, its faint light casting a glow on Izuku's freckled face , you know that you might never be sure when its going to be your last moment with him, you know that you'll never know when its going to be your last goodbye as he leaves for his work.

But in this moment, with you two wrapped up in each other's arms, you know that this is enough.

"These heels are going to be the death of me"

Groaning, you pulled off your shoes as soon as you stepped back in your home from your date night.

Humming mindlessly to your statement, Izuku stood behind you, fiddling with the ring in his pocket.

"Tell me why did I even buy the- I-izuku?"

"Y/N I- " now on his knee, Izuku cleared his throat nervously before pulling out the ring that been sitting all night in his pocket. " I love you, I love you more than anything in the world. I know that I constantly worry you by risking my life and yet you stay. You stay with me, and when you do I love every single moment of my day. Cooking with you, doing the laundry with you and watching Up for the 300th time" chuckling, Izuku tried to keep his tears in bay " I love you Y/N L/N.."

"Will you be my Ellie?"

And in that moment, you knew you were home.

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

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[kawaiisimp]

The amount of smutty disgusting brain rot I have rn for a fuck ton of characters is alarming. Like my brain is in over drive rn. I lowkey wanna write them out, but idk man some of them are pretty rough. I wanna chew off my arm bc of my brain rn. I'm trying to do study for finals, but no! My brain keeps thinking of fictional men doing abhorrent and ungodly things to me.

#I need therapy #here's the list fo the dudes I'm thinking about: #Dabi #Aizawa #leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #crewel divus #crowley #cater diamond #hawks #shigaraki #idia shroud #trey clover #atsumu #oikawa #bnha geten #pro hero deku #pro hero kirishima #prohero dabi #so many thoughts not enough time to write about them #imma make a list #i might make some fics #who knows!

[izukuisbaby]

Okay but you know how some old washing machines kinda jumps and moves if those aren't stable?

Imagine how Izuku or Shoto would react to that happening when they are trying to help their S/O by doing their laundry.

They are alone and then when it starts to move they freak out or something  thinking it's going to explode or something 😭🤚

Then their S/O comes home and calms him down telling it's normal, the washing machine isn't just stabilized right maoo

Aww poor Izuku just trying to just help !❤

⊹˚.⋆ THEY TRY TO DO YOUR LAUNDRY - IZUKU AND SHOTO

℘. flora's notes : LMAO I LOVED THIS REQUEST IT'S HILARIOUS, thank u baby 🥰 this is perfect cuz several people on my form requested more domestic stuff !

℘. female, male, gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. you've had such a stressful day at work, izu thought he would help with the chores

℘. his mom taught him how to do the laundry so he carefully placed all the products in the right compartments

℘. he started the laundry machine and sat on the couch

℘. about 10 minutes later, he hears a weird LOUD noise

℘. enjoy your trip into izuku's mind :

wait what's that noise

no no no it's the laundry machine, please don't tell me i messed up

okay calm down izuku, it's okay, you've been doing the laundry for years now

omg omg omg why is it shaking

WHY IS IT JUMPING ??? ITS LIKE LEVITATING OMG WHAT DID I DO

stop the machine, stop the machine, WHY ISN'T IT STOPPING

I'LL OPEN THE DOOR, IT SHOULD STOP.

OH NO OH NO THERE'S WATER EVERYWHERE OMG IM SUCH A DUMBASS BAKUGO WAS RIGHT

℘. "izu baby I'm home !"

oh shit shit shit, they're gonna hate me, what if they break up with me ? no that would be a stupid reason to break up with someone. shut up izuku, go out there and explain

℘. "Y/N" he yells hugging you "I AM SO SORRY I TRIED TO MAKE YOUR LAUNDRY BUT THE MACHINE STARTED SHAKING AND I PANICKED SO I OPENED THE DOOR AND NOW THERE'S WATER EVERYWHERE"

℘. "izu, that's normal" you chuckle and put a hand on his cheek, "thank you for trying to help, let's clean that up together"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. he's never really done chores-

℘. but he wants to be the best, most useful boyfriend for you

℘. he looks up tutorials on youtube, which is what he decided to do for your laundry

℘. cutesy litle trip to shoto's traumatized mind 🥰

okay so i have to put the detergent there and the softener here

don't spill too much

now start, wait why is it ringing

oh nevermind it started anyway, I'll ask y/n about the ringing it's creepy and stressful

*he leaves the linen room*

what's wrong with the linen room, why is the washing machine shaking

did i do something wrong ? I'll just buy another machine and without ringing this time

the shaking is getting louder, WHY IS IT LOUDER, IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE

WHERE IS THE STOP BUTTON

oh fuck no

no i froze it

at least it's not going to explode

oh y/n's clothes are frozen too

℘. goes to the store and buys back everything he ruined-

℘. "sho im home ! wha-what's with those bags shoto ?"

℘. "I bought you new clothes because I froze the washing machine and your laundry" and he's like 😐 NO EMOTIONS

℘. "i mean, thank you sho- but we will need a new washing machine too..." you say taking his hand in yours

℘. "I bought one already, and it doesn't ring. the other one made too much noise"

℘. "HOW WILL WE KNOW THE MACHINE SUCCESSFULLY STARTED AND ENDED"

℘. "oh, thats what it was for"

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