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Chapter 27 - My weird boyfriend’s friends are even weirder.

Summary: Y/N meets Izuku’s old classmates. It goes just as expected.

Warnings: Alcohol, swear words, Mineta

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New group chat: nipples!

Kaminari: Our meeting point is at the artificial beach resort in the centre of the city! Bring your swimsuits!

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou changed the name of the group chat: stupid extras meet up

Bakugou: Deku can’t swim right now you idiot

Kirishima changed the name of the group chat: Class A meetup!

Kaminari: No need to swim, we are just going to have a meal in the restaurant by the “sea”!

Iida: With all due respect, why do we need a fake beach when we have real ones?

Yao Momo: That’s a great question, Iida-kun!

Mineta: Easy answer; why the hell not?!

Bakugou: Who the fuck invited this perverted nutcase?!

Mineta: Well, thank you for your warm welcome, I’ve changed a lot since high school, you know. I am in a long-term relationship!

Bakugou: with your hand?

Kaminari: I’m crying lol

Sero: Good one, Blasty!

Todoroki: Why would he date his own hand?

Kaminari: Stop, I’m suffocating

Shinsou: Please, keep going

…. Deku is typing…

Kaminari: Mean!!!!

Shouji: Hello, I’m really happy to see you guys again! Kouda is coming too he’s just too shy to type into the chat!

Aoyama: I’m bringing cheese! 🧀 I can’t wait to see Deku’s nipples twinkling! ✨

Deku: Uhm… okay, yeah, I’ll make sure… to keep twinkling?

Kaminari: Also! Deku’s girlfriend is coming too!

Ashido: Duh! Wouldn’t be a real party without her!

Bakugou added Camie into the group chat

Camie: Midobabe, you're like, totally the sickest, no cap, 100% vibes, fr fr! Bruh, I’m like so pumped to link up with y’all, it’s gonna be litttttt!

Todoroki: I wasn’t about to wear a cap so that’s fine with me! I’m not sure about linking myself together with everyone, seems a little bit personal? And what is lit? Are we making a campfire?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: I’ll translate. Deku, you are super cool. I’m happy to see you guys, it’s gonna be awesome.

Camie: That’s the vibe! You’re my guy!

Bakugou: See you at the spot, bro!

Camie: Yeah, bro!

Kaminari: what the actual fuck, Bakugou?!

Eijirou: Katsuki is so talented, isn’t he? He can even speak this language!

Bakugou: I’ve told you already, it’s not a language, it’s slang!

Eijirou: No way that sorcery is in my mother tongue.

Todoroki: I’m interested in learning her way of speech. It’s fascinating!

Yaomomo: Please, don’t.

Camie: I’ll hit you with the knowledge, for real!

Todoroki: Much obliged! I remember some bits from the time we hung out! So… I'm so ready to level up, fam! Why do you hate caps, though?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: Okay, shut the fuck up, all of you, Deku has been trying to type for an hour.

Deku: Uhm… I’m on my way with Sweets! See you guys there!

~•🥦•~

“The man of the hour!” Kaminari yells out loud as you two come through a back door that’s decorated with a massive “reserved for private event!” sign.

“Yo, you're lookin' fire AF, like literally melting the whole place down." Camie, who was sprawled out on both Eijirou’s and Katsuki’s lap just a second ago (???!) jumps up into a sitting position. She scans you with her eyes, then smiles at you approvingly. “Your girl’s looking straight up slaying, like mad fine!"

“Uhm, thank you?” You’ve been with this group for 5 seconds and your whole face is already on fire. Great start.

“Ahh, let me introduce myself.” A massive guy with several arms and eyes on his body stands up and comes closer with a smaller person in tow.

“I am Shouji. This is my friend and old classmate Koda.”

“Hi.” He mumbles, as he stares at the floor; it looks like some kind of glass tile filled with actual sand. It’s quite cool.

“I’m so glad to meet you two! You’ve done so much for the society! I remember seeing a a few posters of you two around town! You’ve had some amazing projects!”

“Ahh, thank you.” Shouji speaks up for them both, then they go back to their place.

“Heyyy, what’s up?” Camie clings to your arms just as you sit down. “I’m Camie, your favorite blonde with all the vibes. Catch me vibin’ and keepin' it real!"

“Hello, nice to meet you too!” You mutter back.

Then you spot him; the man of your nightmares… Grape Juice.

“Lucky you are Izuku’s babe, I would snatch you in a heartbeat.”

You don’t need to react. Izuku does it for you.

Mineta gets thrown into the artificial ocean with the help of black whip.

“I did not want to do that. I’m so sorry, Mineta!” Izuku yells after the poor guy floating on the top of the water. No one really cares enough to get him out of there.

“Me and who?” Camie adds with a sigh.

“Good, now he can cool the fuck down.” Katsuki mutters as finally the group concentrates on Izuku, the reason of this sudden meet up.

“Oh, you’ll definitely be invited for a photoshoot with Vogue in the next few weeks. Hell damn, my face is melting off just from looking at you.” Mina adds with a proud little smile. “It’s so good to see you alive and well, Izuku.”

The mood shifts and the background chatter dies. It’s such a quick change, but somehow no one looks flustered by it; these people have been through a fucking war and they also fight for their lives every day hence they are capable to adapt extremely quickly to new situation. Honestly, it’s a little bit sad but you also feel so much respect for these people who can just roll with the punches and change up their whole plan in a matter of a milisecond if it’s needed.

This makes you remember one of the most eerie interviews you’ve ever seen; the one with Hawks, right after the war.

“We were nothing but war machines before the big war. Now we are broken pieces trying to find our way back to normalcy. I’ve served this country since I was a kid. It’s time for me to live out the childhood I’ve missed out on. Life is too short. Way too short. I don’t want to live my whole life wondering about the what ifs.“

That interview lived rent free in your head for months. Maybe it still lives in your head right now, maybe his quiet words were the reason why you jumped into the unknown when Kyoka told you about this flatmate deal; because life is too short to wonder about the what ifs. Sometimes, you need to be a kid to be able to cope as an adult.

“It has been… so long. Too long.” Ochako looks at Izuku like she’d seen a ghost, probably going through those memories she suppressed since the accident.

~•🥦•~

The day of “the fall”

Ochako was in another district when Izuku was defeated. She’ll forever hate herself for asking for a different district around that time; she was fed up with doing the same thing over and over again so she decided to move out of the main city for a few weeks to clear her mind.

Being a hero… comes with a lot of responsibility; and sometimes, humans crumble under that weight, even if they are not in the top three.

She still remembers the cries; the common folk in the small city staring at their phones or at the TV screens in the electric shops, crying, screaming, begging their god to let the young man live another day, another hour or even another minute.

Ochako should have been there. Fuck, she would have been there if she’s not on the other side of Japan. She could have stopped the rumble from suffocating his friend, hell, she could have stopped the villains before they got to their number one!

She’ll never tell Izuku about this. She’ll never tell Izuku how those few hours were the darkest few hours of her life. She’ll never tell Izuku she was ready to go after him and take him back to the land of living if needed. She’ll never tell Izuku any of that, because Izuku would cry for her, apologize to her for causing trouble instead of realizing how much his sole existence meant to her and to everyone else who lives in this country. Izuku will never truly understand his own worth, but that’s kind of what’s so precious about him.

Ochako went home with the first train. No one asked her questions because it was all on her face; the pain, the guilt, the desperation, the need to help, to redeem herself by taking as much weight as she can from Katsuki and Eijirou’s shoulders. When she arrived at Izuku’s agency, she was met with a bunch of tear streaked faces; staff, other heroes and most and foremost, the whole of class A.

“For Izuku.” Iida’s voice was stern as he shouted out to the group.

“For Izuku!” They all shouted back, in unision.

Ochako joined.

~•🥦•~

“Yeah, it still doesn’t feel real, you know. I thought I’m a goner. I thought I’ll never be able to save people again.” Izuku confesses. “When I was struck down, all I could think of was you guys, though. And Sweets. And my mum. All Might. All I could think about was my friends and my family, how much pain I just inflicted on them, how hard it will be for them to move on. But also, it made me realize how loved I am. How many friends I have. How… I am not the old “Deku” anymore. My name comes with a responsibility now. I am not just a flick of dust on my mother’s shelf. So I fought with Death itself. I fought and I won. It took me a while to find my old self again, but… here I am. Thank you, guys.”

“You know, I was never really worried for you.” Todoroki adds with a smile on his face. “You are Deku. There is nothing you can’t do. The same goes for Katsuki. You two are my symbols of peace and victory.”

“Amen!” Camie takes a big sip of her wine. “That’s my dude!”

“Sorry, Camie, I’m in a serious relationship with Yaomomo.”

“It’s just a phrase, dude, take a chill pill!”

“I don’t need a pill to get chill.” Todoroki shows his half frozen arm to make sure the blonde girl understands. Camie rolls down to the floor, laughing.

“Ahh, I can’t with all the lolz! You’re mad hilarious!”

Izuku takes a big sip of the alcoholic beverage he just got from Kaminari. Maybe that will help him decide if he wants to cry or laugh right now.

~•🥦•~

“Denki, you are awfully silent today.” You nudge the blond with your legs.

“It’s just… we never really talked about this, you know? That day. We talked about his injuries after he got better, we talked about his mental health, but never about that day. I…” Denki’s voice shakes and the room gets silent. “I froze that day. In the middle of the fight. It went something like that….”

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Kaminari was fighting on the sidelines with Shinsou; it was nothing but a few, relative weak mates of the main gang who were fighting with Deku.

Easy-peasy it was.

Until, it was not.

“The number one is down, the villain is on the loose, fuck, we are loosing them!” Comes the voice of a guy in the headquarters.

Kaminari saw white. And red. Then white again. The world spun.

This is not real, this is not…

“I can’t see anything from the dust! The building is down!”

“Anyone has eyes on Deku?!”

“I think he’s under the building!”

“The kid… I have the kid!” A young voice cried into the microphone. “He saved the kid, he…”

“Dynamight, do you have eyes on the target? Dynamight! Any intel on the area?”

“Dynamight is out of combat.” That was Eijirou. He sounded shaken up. He’ll never forget that voice. “Deku… Deku is our main priority!”

“But the villain…”

“I don’t give a single flying fuck right now!” Kaminari heard the sound of the rumble being thrown around haphazardly. “Izuku is dying under the fucking rumble! We need to save him!”

“Red Riot…”

“Red Riot is out.” After a loud screeching sound there was silence. Kaminari’s knees hit the floor.

“Kaminari… fuck’s sake, KAMINARI!” Someone yelled. It was a deep, usually soothing sound… oh… Hitoshi. “Denki, wake the fuck up, they are about to arrive! We need to fight!”

A sound of a slap. Pain. A stern voice. Silence.

“Why?” Kaminari asked.

“For Deku.” The voice wavered. Kaminari opened his eyes. There were tears. His own and… Hitoshi’s.

For the first time since they lived together… Kaminari saw Hitoshi crying.

“For Deku.”

~•⚡️•~

“Jesus, my dude, I thought this is a celebration, not a fucking commemoration.” Hawks (OHMYFUCKINGGOD?!) rolls in in a fancy golden suit which is somehow gorgeous and disgusting at the same time.

“Hey there, my friend!” Tokoyami, who’s been sitting in the furthest corner, perks up at the sight. Oh, you completely missed him when you walked in. How the hell did you miss a guy with a bird head?!

“Aren’t you a bit old for this suit?” Katsuki grins up at the new addition to the reunion.

“Ahh, I age like wine, blondie. Also, I do whatever the fuck I want now.”

“BONJOUR! I’m late!” Aoyama waltzes in with a massive plate of cheese. You have to hide your eyes from all the twinkling as the light catches on his glittery suit.

“When are you not?” Katsuki grumbles with a pout.

“Ahh, come on now, have some cheese!” Katsuki gets force-fed a piece of cheese. Aoyama’s face explodes just a second later. “Hm. Smoked cheese, IZUKU! Try it!” Aoyama taps his hair a few times to make sure his fabulous mane did not catch on fire then moves towards your partner to pop a piece of the melted cheese into his mouth. “You have one too, honeybun, you look hungry.”

The cheese… tastes nice. A bit warm with a hint of… caramel? Uhm. What the fuck is happening right now?

“Well, please don’t mind me asking but… you need a third in your bed? I’m quite versatile.” Aoyama stares at Izuku’s chest, completely unashamed.

“Try to say that to his face instead of staring at the poor guy’s nipples, maybe that will work?” Kaminari pipes in, looking a little bit less pale now.

“Impossible, Monsieur.” Aoyama sighs. “Can I touch?”

“Hell fucking no.”

Oops. That just came out. You get a proud smile from Katsuki.

“Oh, excuse moaaaah. I’ll sit down now. Silly me.” Aoyama giggles as he takes a seat next to a completely wet Mineta who somehow got out of the water.

“That’s sexual harassment, dude. Not good.” He mutters to the twinkling blond. Katsuki laughs.

“Wow, I’ve never thought I’ll hear this from the fucker.”

“He did try to flirt with Y/N though, don’t give him too much credit.” Eijirou adds with a protective glance towards you.

“Hey, I just stated facts!”

“Fair point, she’s a real babe, isn’t she?” Hawks teases but he looses his footing as black whip crawls around his legs. “Alright, alright, calm down, lover boy!”

“I can’t help it.” Izuku confesses. “If it’s not me, it’s the other wielders. Sometimes I wonder if they love her just as much as I do.”

“Your lady has her own harem in your head, how lucky!” Mineta looks at you with pure respect.

“Interesting.” Todoroki mutters with a straight face.

“Now are we getting a fashion show, Deku, or did I come here for nothing?” The empty space next to Katsuki speaks up… and everyone gawks at it.

“STOP SHOWING UP TO EVERYTHING NAKED YOU FUCKING WEIRDO!” Katsuki throws his blazer on the giggling hero.

“Hagakure-san, your modesty! Think about your modesty!” Iida’s arms move up and down then right to left; he looks like he’s trying to make some kind of weird robot dance which Camie is quick to point out right away.

“Tooru, we talked about this.” Ojiro, whose tail is being played by Kaminari sighs. “You said you are going to be late.”

“I was late! 1 minute late!” Hagakure snickers as Yaomomo makes some clothing for her.

“You guys have changed… for the worse.” Izuku smiles at his friends, absolutely not surprised.

Just as he manages to finish the sentence, Tsuyu-chan’s tongue darts out towards the fake sea and comes back with some… seaweed?

“Tsuyu-Chan, not again!”

The seaweed plops on the top of the table. The sound is disgusting.

At the same time, the door opens to Tamaki and Mirio.

“Wrong timing?” The louder one of the pair grins as they make their way towards the table. “Nejire is in Thailand but she sends her regards!”

“I name him Pierre.” Aoyama smiles at the green haired hero.

“I will take Pierre for my next fight. Thank you for your service, Tsuyu-Chan.” Tamaki plops the wet, slimy thing into his suit pocket. It makes a squishy sound as it gets tucked in.

There is silence once again.

“Y'all are a bit cringe , but honestly, it's lowkey iconic." Camie stares at the group of friends with a straight face.

“Period.” Kaminari smirks, proud of his companions.

“If someone needs lady towels, Yaomomo can make some.”

“Honey, that’s not…”

“Dude…”

“What? Periods are normal. I can also help with the cramps.” Todoroki adds proudly, showing off his hot side.

“Can you fucking stop being a walking green flag? It’s super annoying.” Sero mutters under his breath.

“Do I look green to you?”

“FUCKS SAKE!”

“I’m ordering another round of drinks.” Eijirou stands up and makes his way towards the bar.

“Bring some shots, too!” Mina chimes in as he takes a good look at the brain dead bunch.

“Two for me. Dark shadow is thirsty.”

“You can have mine, Dark shadow!” Kouda gives his drink to the creature who barely peaks out under Tokoyami’s jacket. Dark shadow purrs.

“Sorry to interrupt but if I remember right, Dark shadow doesn’t like light, so… can we dim the fake sun a bit so he can join us?” You mutter, your whole face red because… well… you have ulterior motives.

“You want to pet him, don’t you.” Katsuki grins at you.

“Duh.” Izuku mutters into your hair as he leaves a tiny kiss on the top of your head, grinning back at his best friend while doing so. Or at least, you think. You can’t actually see it.

“Ready for the night mode?” The bartender chimes in and everyone cheers.

You manage to pet dark shadow. This is the best day of your life. You’ve also learnt that Tokoyami likes My Chemical romance, flying through the sky during blood moon and also likes gothic fashion accessories. Kyouka invited you both to her next moon watching party. She said she’ll play the “good old EMO tunes” on her guitar for Tokoyami if he comes. Tokoyami said he’ll bring his own guitar so she can play her favorite; the bass. Then the moon watching ended up with the old class A band deciding to make a surprise concert in the big park before doing the moon watching party.

Hell, you love your life.

~•🥦•~

“Come on, little chicks, time to go home!” Hawks smiles at the group of half asleep people. “Tokoyami-kun, mind getting Mineta off the ceiling?”

Tonight was fun. Some people had a bit more to drink than they can handle, while some stayed completely sober; then there are a few people who had just enough to feel the buzz but not enough to make them incapable to work the next day.

You take a good look at your table; Katsuki, funnily enough, is one of the people who went a bit past their limit, but you are quite sure no one but you, Eijirou and Deku would be able to spot the difference in his behavior. He’s still his grumpy, old self, but his body leans towards Eijirou and is more approachable than usual, then sometimes, he smiles to himself like he’s actually happy to be with his friends once again. His cheeks are flush in an adorable way and his ears have a slight tint of pink as well.

Kyouka and Mina are utterly wasted. Kyouka is sprawled out in your lap right now, like she’s trying to make up for all the time you guys couldn’t meet up due to her being on a mission abroad. Mina is busy bugging Eijirou about some silly gossip she’d heard about someone on their team; her words are slurred, her motions clumsy but Eijirou, who’s slightly buzzed right now, enjoys the word vomit and the slight, friendly touches for his old crush from middle school.

“It was really short-lived but really precious. I’m glad I’ve never told her about my feelings. I would have hated to lose her as a friend.” Eijirou once said during one of your evening meet ups. You get that.

Needless to say, Mineta and Aoyama are also wasted, if Mineta hanging from the ceiling wasn’t a good enough of a hint, Koda, Shouji, Tokoyami, Yaomomo, Todoroki and Asui had one long drink and one shot with the team but stayed on the good side otherwise, Sero and Kaminari are wasted as usual with a buzzed and grumpy Hitoshi in their ass, Mirio and Tamaki look relatively well, both trying to help with getting everyone home safe even though Tamaki has a slight wobbliness to him. Camie left a few hours ago for another party. You have no idea how she has so much energy.

Ochako, Izuku and you are… well, probably in the buzzed state, Izuku slowly moving into the “team of the doomed” as we speak. Apparently, Sato can’t get drunk properly as alcoholic drinks have a lot of sugar in them and they only make him stronger and more vigilant. So basically, he gets a massive headache the next day but doesn’t get the negative effects of the alcohol thanks to his quirk. Fascinating.

“I’m surprised you are not shit drunk.” Katsuki mutters under his nose as he stares towards Hawks.

“I’ve changed a lot in the last few years. I still like the freedom and I still do whatever I want but… I’m kinda ready to just… settle, you know.” Hawks gives Katsuki a sad smile. “I’ve been controlled my whole life, I don’t want anyone nor anything to control me anymore. Alcohol makes me loose control.”

“I get that.” Katsuki slurs as Eijirou tries to give him a piggy back ride. “But don’t forget that when it comes to people… some of them deserve to have some control over you. Sometimes… giving the control to someone else for a few hours… takes some weight off your shoulders. Makes you feel… happy and stress-free.” Katsuki hides his face in Eijirou’s broad shoulders, already half-asleep. There is a weird kinda pain etched into Hawks’s face as he tries his best to answer.

Loneliness.

“I hope that one day, I’ll be able to understand what you just said.” He admits. “Also, your friend Mirko told me to say hi to you. She can’t wait to see you on the hero Gala this year.”

“Huh, I love that bitch.” Katsuki mutters into Eijirou’s back. “She should come over for my killer carrot cake.”

“She’d love that. See you next month, yeah? Wear something funky. It’s gonna be a big day for all of us.” Hawks smiles with a little more life in his eyes.

“I’ll wear fucking pink. I swear.”

“NO FUCKING WAY.” Mina yells as he stumbles towards the door.

“Wait and see, bitch.”

“Is everyone a bitch to you right now?” You giggle as you take in Katsuki’s disheveled appearance.

“Shut your mouth, Sweetloader.”

“Oi!” Deku suddenly stands up from his chair, wobbling a bit as he does so. “Wait, Sweetloader?”

“I mean, freeloader. Fuck, I’m drunk. Ei, take me home. I want to bake chocolate cookies.”

“You are not baking cookies at this state.” Eijirou laughs but makes his way towards the exit with him. “I did hide some from your last batch, knowing you’ll want to eat some, though.”

“I want to marry you.”

“I already said yes to that.”

“True. Hell yeah.”

The room erupts in laughter. Then slowly, everyone makes their way home.

“I’m so happy, Sweets.” Izuku mutters on the way home.

“Your friends are amazing.” You smile at your partner; once again, everything feels right and you can’t help but be giddy about it.

Life might give you a lot of hardships, but eventually, the good comes. It never rains forever.

“They are your friends too.” Izuku takes your phone out of your pocket to show you the several new messages in your phone. You are about to cry.

“Wow, they all messaged me! Look, even Camie did! Oh… I can’t understand what it says but her selfie is cute!”

“Not as cute as you are.”

“Oh, shush, you drunkard.” You giggle as you open your door, dragging the hero into his bathroom to force him to brush his teeth. Izuku turns around by the sink and puts his hands on your middle as he pulls you closer to hide his face in his favorite spot in your neck.

“I love when you manhandle me like that.”

Butterflies. Fucking butterflies.

“I don’t, my back hurts! You need to give me a back massage first thing in the morning. Or early afternoon, depending on how you are feeling.” You look at him with a grumpy pout; he kisses it off your face.

“The next hero gala is… in three months.” Izuku adds, suddenly looking as sober as ever.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me. As my girlfriend.”

The bathroom is spinning. Is this what you think it is? Is this…

“You want me to… be there? On the red carpet? Make it… official?”

“I’ve hid you from the world for long enough. Did a really shitty job at that as well. It’s time for the world to know, Deku’s heart is taken.”

You can’t help the tears escaping your eyes.

“You mean that?” You ask, not sure it’s not just his drunk, emotional self talking right now.

“I already talked to Auntie about it. She’s happy to make our dresses so we match. Ahh, and she’s also making my dress for that Vogue photoshoot. I asked for a sheer shirt.” Izuku grins at your red face. This is too much. Just too much.

“I’m going to sleep. I cannot.”

“Brush your teeth first, you smell like booze!”

“So do you!”

Needless to say, you’ll buy three of that magazine issue when it finally comes out. One for your massive collection of Deku memorabilia, one for the living room, one for your bedroom and one to put up in a frame in a genkan for everyone to see.

Life is great. Oh hell, life is amazing.

… to be continued!

Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry for being late, life has been as bad as always and I just wasn’t in the right mental space to post. But I’m relatively okay so don’t worry, this story will be finished soon! Well, if I ever stop writing more and more chapters… 26 was supposed to be the last chapter, now I’m writing the 29th which DEFINITELY WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER! 😂 Then the KiriBaku extra will be the 30th, extra chapter. Unless I decide to write 500 other extra chapters because I can’t shut the hell up when it comes to this AU.

- I hope my little “fan art” made your day a bit. It’s my favorite art I’ve ever made! He’s so cute 😭💕 Even though he’s not the number one right now in the story so I fucked that up but let’s ignore that bit yeah haha

- Camie cracks me up. I absolutely loved writing her. Also, what the hell is this language, frfr no cap

- Todoroki is me in real life by the way. There was this one time when my friend came over to help me put my curtains up after I washed them and I told everyone at work about it but apparently I phrased it in a way that in slang means he did the cheeky with me and my asshole friends/colleagues decided to not tell me about it until 3 months later. The funniest part was that my friend also works at the same place so they all told him what I said but the asshole also kept silent about it because he had the best time of his life making fun of me. I hate young people. (No, I don’t.)

- I’ll be honest, this chapter is one of my favorites I’ve ever written. I don’t know why, probably because I can relate a lot to the random topic changes and as someone who’s been through hell in the last 3 years I can tell you that broken people do tend to jump between being all funny and crying 5 mins later then jump back to being funny because that’s literally what I do on a daily basis. So this chapter is really… a bit like me. All over the place but lovable if you give it a chance to understand it. Wow, Kit, so deep.

- I’ll shut up now, please let me know what you think!

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Chapter 26 - Deku the rebel.

Summary: Y/N spends the night in Izuku’s office. Then Izuku gets a parcel and goes berserk. Well, life is too short to not get your nipples pierced, right?!

(Please, don’t get your nipples pierced unless you genuinely feel like you want them. - Kit)

Warnings: Mentions of the cheeky thanks to Reader, big ass needles, two of them. Swear words. Bakugou and Deku holding hands?! WHAT IS THIS SHENANIGAN

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Izuku is completely back in business now…. Which is lovely, really… but you really miss having him around all day; drawing without him judging every single shade of yellow in All Might’s costume is just way too boring.

“When are you coming home?” You moan into the phone, as you stare at your boyfriend through the screen because of course you are video calling, even though you’ve seen each other just a few hours ago.

“Well, I’ll be really late today…” Izuku mumbles as he shoves the rest of his bento into his mouth. There is something really cute about the way he speaks with his mouth full, his two cheeks poking out like a little hamster’s as he tries to make a sentence. It’s disgusting and also… really domestic.

“Stop talking with food in your mouth, you fucking weirdo!” Katsuki yells in the background, his mouth also full with food by the sound of it. Eijirou giggles somewhere. Izuku rolls his eyes.

“But… I’m on holiday from tomorrow!” He smiles cheekily as you gawk at him.

“What?!��

“Hey, it was supposed to be a surprise! But you looked so sad I had to tell you now!”

“You are not leaving until your paperwork is done.” Katsuki sits down next to Izuku like he belongs there. Sometimes it feels like Izuku and Katsuki are a package deal and you are actually dating them both. Katsuki does not understand the word ‘privacy’. Also, Eijirou and Katsuki also comes as a package deal. So now you have a handsome, massive redhead staring at your tired face as well. Great. “My secretary has been bugging me for two weeks because you jump out of the window every time she knocks.

“I hate paperwork.” Izuku mutters.

“No, you don’t.” It’s Katsuki’s turn to roll his eyes now. “You love paperwork too much and you end up word-vomiting for hours and hours until the sun comes up the next day, but every time you do that your Sweets yells at you hence you hate doing them now.”

“Wow. You really do know me well.” Izuku looks at Katsuki with such wonder you almost get jealous. Then a lightbulb switches on in your brain.

“Actually, I’m kinda bored being at home.” You admit sheepishly. “Mind if I come over and do my work in your office? I really-really need to get out of here. I don’t mind sleeping on the office sofa tonight.” You sigh, utterly bored out of your mind.

“As you two like to live in each other’s fucking asshole twenty four seven, I guess the small size of the sofa won’t be a problem.” Katsuki gives Izuku a shit eating grin. Izuku gives him a side eye.

“Keep teasing me and your new cleaner will surely be traumatized when she sees the naughty state of YOUR office sofa…” Izuku keeps the eye contact with him, fired up, and he doesn’t even flinch when Katsuki smacks him on the head.

“Do anything inappropriate in my office and you are both dead. I’m really good at torturing, you know. Too good, actually.” Katsuki looks feral so you decide to step in before these two boys kill each other.

“Okay Katsuki, I get it, no doing the cheeky in the office, can I fucking come or not?!” You yell, half standing already. You are so ready to get out of this flat…

… so in an hour, you end up on Izuku’s office sofa. The sun goes down, the sound of the other heroes and staff members disappear.

Izuku is a different person here, in his personal workspace, illuminated by the shine of the moon and the artificial light coming from his laptop. He sits by the window and types and types and types, small wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he tries to recall every single detail of his last fight. He looks tired, fed up with the words, with all those minuscule details, but still, there is a weird happiness in his posture, like he knows that the reason he’s even able to be annoyed and fed up with this is a blessing; he could still be quirkless, he could have died when he was only 15, in the war that took so many, he could have died just a few months ago during that attack that ended his career for a while, yet here he is, tired and angry, angry at words instead of being angry at himself for not being good enough to make it as a hero. As tiring as it is, this is everything Izuku had ever wanted; being a hero and being someone’s number one. He is both, right now in this office that’s a bit too cold for it to be comfortable yet somehow his heart is warm, his soul content.

You should freak out by the fact how much you know this man in front of you; how a single glance can tell you a book worth of tales about how the other feels, how you can tell Izuku is thirsty from the way he keeps licking his lips and looking sideways, staring at the empty cup with want, how you can tell Izuku wants nothing but to be over with this so he can cuddle up next to you and exchange soft kisses until your tiny, content gasps became soft snores, how he craves to be with you right now but the fact that you are even in the same room as he fills him with so much joy he can barely contain it…

You smile to yourself under the comfy blanket Izuku has given you; you look like a sack of potatoes but a really cute one at that. You take a deep breath and push yourself up to refill that wretched cup before Izuku passes out of dehydration.

The office is silent; there is no music playing, no background noise, only some cars speeding past once in a while but somehow the silence isn’t uncomfortable; it feels right, like you are meant to be here, right by your lover’s side as he works into the night, clearly far away from the end of it. You could take your iPad out and draw; you could finish that silly fanfiction you started about pro hero Deku being your roommate but this silence is gold and you don’t want to ruin it by letting your mind go somewhere else instead of living in this moment, in this peace, in this perfect silence that makes you want to kneel down and put a ring on his finger, right here, right now, while his tired face is illuminated by that stupid blue light coming from his work laptop.

He is the one. You’ve never been more sure of anything. He is the person you’ll marry one day. He is the person you’ll drink tea with once you both get too old to do anything else with your spare time. It’s his hand you’ll take when the most important person comes for you to take you to heaven, hand in hand, fingers interlaced.

You’ll never touch another hand this way. Nothing will ever feel so right than being his second half.

Izuku drinks the water in one go. He doesn’t say thank you, doesn’t say anything, hell, he doesn’t even look at you as he stands up from his chair and makes his way to the sofa.

Normally, you would ask what’s wrong, but… you know him well enough to know there is nothing wrong at all, it’s quite the opposite; Izuku is as comfortable as he can be, he’s happy and sated albeit a little tired and probably has a plan to make this night even better.

Izuku pulls the sofa without a single word; it opens up into a small, cozy double bed. He shuts down his laptop and pulls out several other blankets and pillows from the in-built dresser on the side. He cuddles into the far corner of the sofa, one hand propped up on the arm, opens his phone and keeps typing. You stand in the middle of the room, a little bit disoriented from all the sudden movement, but after a few seconds you smile to yourself as you crawl into your perfect boyfriend’s arm, head resting on those solid but surprisingly comfortable pecks you love so much. You cover the both of you with the blankets, you snuggle into him like a baby koala and you both make a contented sigh, right at the same time.

You stay silent for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, you are not really sure but at one point, you can’t keep all these bubbling feelings inside and you explode; the words come out without a filter and while you probably should feel a little bit ashamed for not being able to contain yourself, in reality, saying it out wasn’t even necessary as your touch, the way you smile, the way your whole face lights up when you are with him says it all anyway; every day, every hour, every minute it’s written your face, your want, your dream, your plans…

You are just stating the obvious.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Izuku.” You mumble with zero shame, half asleep in those hard working, warm arms. “Having you is already a dream but I’m selfish. I want to be called the same name as you are. I want to become a part of you in every single way. I want to gnaw a heart shaped hole into your soul and make sure no one else but me can fit in it.”

Izuku doesn’t say anything. He keeps typing, with this stupid, lovesick smile on his face, a knowing, secretive smile that means no good but really, it’s probably something really fucking good because this man can not do anything wrong anymore when it comes to you, so you know whatever is in his head right now, whatever he’s hiding, it will all make sense eventually and will make butterflies erupt in your chest when the right time comes.

Izuku did not have to say a single word for you to know he feels the same way. It’s all written on his face and in the way his one arm tightens around you possessively.

“Once I feel worthy enough… I’ll make your dream come true.” He puts his phone down for a second to press his forehead into yours. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in this whole wide world.”

“You can’t.” You state confidently. “You can’t, because I already am.” You mumble as you close your eyes and drift off from all the warmth, in and out.

Izuku leaves a big smooch on your forehead then leans on the arm of the sofa once again.

“Good night, Sweets.”

The world becomes dark, but not uncomfortably so; because you know that even in the darkness, there is an arm around your waist, leading you towards a new kind of happiness you can’t even phantom yet.

As boring as today was, you’ll never forget this day; because today is the day when it finally clicks that you’ve made it to the right path; there is no right nor wrong from here, just one single road with no obstacles, a straight line leading to paradise… this moment, right here, right now… is what you can truly call “home”.

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A few days later

“Izuku, what is this parcel and why are you shaking like a leaf?!” You gawk at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the floor right now, half fucking naked, in his favorite pajama pants - obviously All Might themed and super soft to the touch - clawing at the small parcel with utter joy and some weird … joyous anxiety. If that’s even a thing. Apparently, it is.

“Oh, you’ll love this.” Izuku beams, then becomes downright lethargic. “At least I hope. I kinda got carried away already, it will break my heart if you don’t allow me to do this.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Izu, I’m not your mother… does your mother know?” You ask with utter entertainment in your voice.

“My mom… would not allow it.” Izuku blushes like a child who’s been caught in the middle of a cheeky act. “She’ll need to deal with it.”

“Is this your first time rebelling against her?”

You giggle. Oh my god, Izuku is such a sweet guy, honest to god. He’s closer to 30 than to 20 yet he genuinely feels guilty. Oh, you love this man.

“If you don’t count my vigilante days, yes, it is.” He admits sheepishly.

The parcel opens. Inside, there a few pine green boxes inside. No name, no hints of their true nature, just boxes. Izuku opens one of them. Your eyes jump out of their sockets.

“Izuku, why did you get a ridiculous amount of… nipple shields?!”

“They are not just nipple shields! Look!” Izuku ushers you closer so you sit down next to him on the floor.

Taking a closer look, it really doesn’t look like a normal nipple shield. (Not like you’ve seen too many of them during your life.) As usual, there is a bump in the middle for the nipple, but on the two sides, there are two more empty hills. It’s also rock solid. There is a single, tiny button on the right side. You push the button like an idiot while the weird device rests in your palms and…

Now it’s stuck to you. Completely. You try to shake it off; nothing. You try to pull it away; nothing. Izuku is laying on the floor, rolling back and forth from the aggressive laughter that erupts from him. You are quite sure you look like that cat from that meme, where the interviewer asks him if he knows he’s a cat.

“Can you stop laughing your ass off and tell me what the actual hell is this?!”

Izuku blushes. Deeply.

“Uhm… they are nipple shields… because uhm…” He is about to explode. His face is red, there is smoke coming out of his ears… oh boy. “I might, or might not have an appointment to get my nipples pierced today…”

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Izuku. With nipple piercings. Those beautiful pecks, nice and full and so so comfortable… those beautiful little buds, two small dots of jewelry shimmering in the moonlight on the two sides, gorgeous and tempting, asking for your attention as you get down to kiss them, to love them…

“Sweets, not on the carpet!!!!” Izuku yells as he pushes the empty parcel underneath your nose.

A small pool of blood splatters into the it.

Oh. “Wow I can’t believe you! You are the one who came up with this rule!” Izuku snickers as he takes your utterly pathetic state.

“Izuku, I need to take a good last look before we go.” You crawl closer to your boyfriend like a feral animal. “Let me love them one last time…”

“Sweets, we should probably get ready… oh fuck.” Izuku whimpers as his hand grabs the back of your head. He has no more words to say.

… needless to say, your legs hurt like hell, but it was worth it. Izuku’s naked buds were loved one last time.

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You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you.

Izuku is surrounded by not one, but two professional piercers, one on the each side.

Izuku is pale, terrified and utterly ashamed.

Why?

Because you are not only one who “had to see this.”

Katsuki and Eijirou are here too. Eijirou is streaming the whole thing into their friend group chat. Katsuki is streaming the whole thing to Melissa and Hatsume on a second device. The two piercers try their best not to laugh as Kaminari comments on every single thing. They are having the time of their lives.

“Also, I hope you won’t feel too bad after your piercing is done because we are having dinner tomorrow. Almost everyone is coming.”

“When was this decided?!” Izuku yelps as the piercers take the needles out.

“When Eijirou messaged me that you are getting your nipples pierced.” Kaminari laughs. “Dude, you were the last fucking person we thought will get anything like that! This is massive!”

“Seeing Izuku’s face right now, you might not have anything to see.” Eijirou adds as he takes in Izuku’s pale face.

“Don’t be a chicken, Deku.” Katsuki grins, clearly enjoying the terror on the green head’s face.

“I’ll be really mad if you made me invent those super cool nipple shields and you won’t even use them.” Melissa adds through Katsuki’s phone.

“You wanted it for so long, Izu, even if you change your mind you can always take them out.”

You also REALLY want him to get those piercings. But you can’t really say that because you are quite sure he would go through all this terror for you even if he doesn’t want it anymore.

“You are young, enjoy yourself.” One of the piercers adds with a smile. Izuku looks at him like he just grew another head.

“That’s a thick needle.” Izuku mutters, his voice unsteady. “I’ve never seen a needle this big before.”

Okay, something is wrong. Katsuki and you look each other with concern in your eyes.

“Deku-San… are you afraid of needles by any chance?” The second piercer, a lovely lady with black hair and several piercings on her face asks with an adorning smile on her face.

Yeah, you get it. Pro hero Deku is fucking precious.

“Am… am I?” Izuku stutters, pale as a sheet.

Everyone laughs… quietly.

“This is the best day of my life.” Kaminari adds. Izuku blushes.

You want to marry this adorable man.

You take one single look at Katsuki’s face; for the first time since you knew each other, he has an adorning smile on his face, the same one the piercer is wearing, but deeper. Izuku glances at Katsuki and for a second, then they just look at each other; the life comes back into Izuku’s face and he smiles at his best friend fondly.

You want to cry from this beautiful scene.

“Let’s get this shit done.” Izuku grins at the blond. Katsuki grins back.

“Want me to hold your hand, D-E-K-U?” Katsuki teases, making Izuku laugh wholeheartedly.

“Sure.”

You let them have their moment together; they deserve it. You might have secretly wanted to be the one holding his hand through it but seeing the genuine excitement on Katsuki’s face, you don’t have the heart to butt in. Katsuki’s phone ends up in your hand and you do your best to keep the video as steady as you can as the procedure goes forward; there is a loud scream as the needle goes through Izuku’s skin, but Katsuki looks paler than Deku which is quite funny to be honest.

“Katsuki doesn’t like big needles, either.” Eijirou whispers into your ears and you can’t help but giggle.

“Says the guy who needs to be blindfolded and distracted before getting an ear piercing because he hardens his skin every time the needle is about to penetrate.” Katsuki yells; you really like how Katsuki knows Eijirou so much that he didn’t even need to hear what was said to know what it was about.

“Yup. That’s also true.” Eijirou giggles then looks at Izuku who’s basically half asleep in the chair after all the “trauma”. “You okay there, bro?”

“Peachy… AUCH!” Izuku yells out once more when the barbell piercing is being put into place.

“WOW, that’s cool.” Katsuki mutters as he takes in the sight. Eijirou puts a tissue under your nose. Oh. Your nose is bleeding again.

Jesus, this is so much better that your daydreams.

The tissue gets replaced by two tampons by the lovely piercer lady. She takes the phone from you; oh, when did you start recording the floor? And aims the camera at you, making the whole team of heroes laugh hysterically. Then the camera is aimed at Izuku’s chest and the laughter ceases.

“Hell damn, bro.” Kaminari mutters with a blush on his face. Then you hear a slap and an “ouch.” “What’s your problem, Hitoshi?!”

“Behave yourself.” Comes a deep, grumpy voice. “Lookin’ sick, man. Lookin’ sick.”

“I feel violated by just looking at it.” Iida mutters, which is most probably a compliment…?

“Huh, the magazines will never let Izuku wear a top again.” Melissa giggles to herself.

“What if I make a piercing baby that shoots lasers? Or electrocutes when touched? A built in taser. A gps that can send signals about danger?”

“Hatsume, no!” Comes the answer from everyone, in unison. Everyone laughs. Well, Deku tries to laugh but then whimpers from the pain.

“Why…” Hatsume mutters, heartbroken.

The team of friends takes one good look at the new babies on Izuku’s skin then say their goodbyes to leave the green head to rest; they will be able to see it in real life tomorrow, anyway.

“Ready to go home, Izu-Izu?” You mutter as you swap your place with Katsuki who makes his way towards the two piercers to talk to them; you wouldn’t be surprised if Katsuki wants to have his own set in the future.

“I guess I don’t need to ask you if you like them.” Izuku giggles as he takes your hand and leaves a gentle kiss on it.

“Yeah, don’t ask.” You giggle as you help the hero up, not like he needs it, but it feels nice to take care of him.

“I’m a rebel now. I’m so happy.” Izuku adds with a giddy smile. He clearly needed this. It might sound stupid for some people but you absolutely get him.

“You are. And I love you for it.” You smile back, with butterflies in your tummy; it still doesn’t feel real. Not the piercing, but you and Izuku, as a pair, as lovers, as potential forever partners.

It also doesn’t feel real how your love just never changes; it’s constant and deep, only getting deeper as the time goes.

Life is great. Izuku is great. Katsuki and Eijirou are great.

Hell, you are so fucking happy right now; you might jump out of your skin and start break dancing on the ceiling.

Finally… almost everything is back to normal.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I’m like… 100% sure I’m the only one who’s excited about Izuku getting his nipples pierced. I’m sorry. But it had to be done.

- I’ve done fucking research for this shit, please don’t kill me. One thing for sure, I really need to loose my mind to ever get my nipples done after seeing how it’s done. I am still shivering.

- I only have the last chapter to write now, I’m heartbroken! It’s so hard to say goodbye to this story. It has been with me for so long and my whole life changed upside down since I started it and it’s just… really weird that it’s over, you know?

- I don’t really know what else to say. My life has been full of random ass plotwists as always but I’m getting to a point when I don’t even care anymore. My bestie said if my life would be written as a book, it would be a bestseller. Thanks, bestie. Laugh at my misery! (Joking, she’s been with me through it all, so it’s kinda her life as well at this point LOL sucks to be you buddy)

- There is an anime con in Brighton tomorrow. It usually sucks so I don’t have high hopes but if I find some good stuff I’ll post to you guys about it! I’m also going to the anime con in Budapest called MondoCon in May to see the band who plays the songs in Given, my second fav anime. IM SO EXCITED GUYS!!! Oh, I’m also going to MCM Comic con in London, which is also in May so if you guys are going too, let me know! I’ll be going with my bestie on Saturday! (Don’t ask me how I will cope with such a busy month, that’s a problem for another day.)

- Tell me your thoughts! Let me hear them! 💕

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More rockstar My Hero Academia shenanigans!

Obviously, Katsuki must be a drummer. 😂

(He can play several other instruments though, his piano skills are actually amazing.)

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Chapter 25 - Back To Business! 🥦

Summary: Izuku gets back to hero work then leaves the country for a mission. He comes back with a present.

Warnings: swear words, cheeky thoughts, mentions of doing the cheeky but not written out (sorry or you are welcome, depending which side are you on haha)

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“So… see you after my shift!” Izuku’s smile is pure and happy, eyes full of excitement and love. It’s happening. Izuku is finally going back to work. You could cry from happiness; while it does hurt a bit to be alone in the flat after having this man to yourself for months, seeing him so full of life is worth those few hours of loneliness.

“Don’t forget; do not overexert yourself! You might only be on patrol for four hours, but you’ve been away for a long time. Let Katsuki handle the big boys for now. Okay, hero?”

“Anything for you, madam.” Izuku takes your hand and leaves a kiss on the back of it, his eyes hot and scorching as he looks up at you. It reminds you of another time you’ve seen that look on his face…

“Okay, go before I pull you back to the bedroom, you tease!” You tear your hand away, utterly embarrassed. Izuku only giggles.

“WOW, it’s only 7 in the morning and you are already thinking about being cheeky? I’m the luckiest chap in the whole world!”

Oh, that shit-eating grin…

“Not with you, sir, I’m waiting for you to leave so I can call…”

“Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to do my patrol right in front our apartment complex.” Izuku’s grin changes in a matter of seconds; the green eyed monster (pun intended) is back, the one with the dark, scorching eyes, the one you secretly love so much and has been feeding your dirty little daydreams for more than a year now.

“He might be a neighbor. I’m just saying.” You gulp, incapable to not stare into those eyes.

“Well, then it will be really easy to find his address. Being a hero comes with certain perks… like for instance, a knowledge of how to hide a body so it’s never found.” Izuku winks at you menacingly and points at your neck. “Also, there is a cheeky little hickey on your neck. I wonder who did that?”

The audacity. You can’t help but push him out through the door, utterly embarassed again.

“You are a fucking menace today. Go and think about what you’ve done and I hope to see my lovely, sweet Izu-Izu when you come back! Shame on you!” You close the door on the green head who’s laughing his ass off, even after you shut the door in his face. Just a second later, the door opens again, and you are being forcefully cuddled.

“I’m so fucking late, Sweets.” Izuku giggles to himself, back to his normal self. You sigh into his fluffy curls.

“Stop hugging me and go then!” You snicker back, secretly happy for these last few moments of peace. You are still a little bit traumatized by the last time Izuku went on a shift; the last time, when Izuku did not come home, when he was nothing but a shell put on several different wires to be kept alive… it’s the past but the past can repeat itself; you know it’s really rare these days to get into that kind of trouble, but you can’t control how you feel; you’ll always be worried for a loved one, no matter the circumstances; they might only go out to buy groceries for the week but you would stress your ass off if the “mission” takes too long. It’s a stupid love thing, as Katsuki would say.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your lips and begrudgingly moves towards the entrance. You really want to tease him about not using the back door as he usually does, but you don’t have the heart to do that.

“I know.” You smile to yourself as the door closes.

~•🥦•~

The last few months were… amazing. Izuku got his temporary suit just a few weeks after your conversation with Melissa, Katsuki and Izuku then started to spar 3 times a week; Katsuki had to reduce his hours to be able to be with “the nerd” but it was absolutely worth it for the both of them; Katsuki’s dark circles finally disappeared while Izuku started to be less anxious and his confidence started to grow with every session. After a few weeks, Izuku’s recovery program came to an end as well, meaning he was finally officially free to do whatever he wants without the constant worry for his fresh injuries.

From that point, Izuku was a busy bee; he was taken somewhere every afternoon, sometimes it was Eijirou sometimes Ochako, or on one occasion it was Kouta who came to the door begging for a spar which needless to say, made Izuku’s little heart really fucking happy. You actually managed to persuade the two to let you come along for their training spar in UA; you almost shat your pants from excitement to be in that famous school and you also realized that Izuku will be an amazing father one day. Eraser gave you a stinky side eye when he caught you daydreaming while “watching the show”, but then he gave you a knowing half-smile, which only made the situation worse. Then the cherry on top was when he said “I hope you know I’ll have high expectations for your kid, quirkless or not.”

You couldn’t look that man in the eye after that.

So long story short… they were an interesting few weeks, no day the same as the other. Having Izuku out of your sight also made you appreciate him even more when he’s at home.

Now back to the present… needless to say, you are freaking out a little bit but you also know that Izuku is not alone; Katsuki and Eijirou are both next to him, keeping him safe for the time being, until he’s strong enough to stay on his own two feet. Izuku wasn’t too happy about being babysat like a fresh UA student but after a while he managed to understand that it’s all for his safety.

There are several different reasons to why Izuku is moving in groups; one, his re-appearance might motivate some of the villains to strike the old number one hero at his weakest, just to be able to say that they won a fight with him. Second, while the heroes are close to sniffing out who was the main villain behind Izuku’s attack, the investigation wasn’t closed yet. One single mistake and the history might repeat itself. And the third, probably obvious one is… Izuku is still technically healing and his suit isn’t completed yet. This is a trial run.

As today is Izuku’s first day back, the media was kindly asked to stay away from him for at least for the first week; that doesn’t mean you won’t put on the TV in the background, just in case. It’s a bad habit, but a habit every single significant other and family member does. “No news is great news” is the official motto, apparently.

You’ve learnt that in the “help, I married a hero” support group on Facebook. You are quite sure not a single person in that group is actually married to a hero and it’s more like a role play group but it’s entertaining nonetheless.

By the time your Izu-Izu comes back from his first shift (he actually managed to make his way back around 1PM, which is still 2 hours more than his original finish time but it’s still better than his old 14 hour shifts.), there is lunch on the table, the flat is clean, the plants are watered…

“Were you bored, Sweets?” Izuku laughs as he looks around the flat. Your cheeks are tinted red and you can’t look into his eyes.

“… no?” You mumble, still looking away. There is a comfortable silence for the next few seconds then Izuku finally says the magic word:

“Come here.”

You jump into Izuku’s arms like a feral animal on the verge of dying of starvation.

“Izuuuuuuuu!” You genuinely did not know you can make such an annoying, high pitched noise. It’s actually hurting your ears. Izuku squints for a second but welcomes you with open arms, clearly not as annoyed as he should be. “This was terrible! I can’t say these were the most excruciating 6 hours of my life because I saw you almost die in the TV before, but like… you were not here! I was cold and I had to put on a sweater! I couldn’t reach one of the shelves and I had to get the step stool! I had to use that fancy jar opener to open my jar of pickles!” You whine and Izuku shakes from the laughter under your arms.

“You are not getting sick again, are you?” Izuku reminds you of your shenanigans a few months ago when you basically lost your mind and forgot how to speak coherently or put a filter on your mouth. You two laugh about it right now, but back then, you literally felt your heart break into pieces when he came home hurt “because of you”. And that massive fight after? Never fucking again. Thankfully you are both extremely emotionally intelligent so you managed to use that experience to learn about each other instead of letting the temporary resentment darken your hearts. It was a good lesson; Izuku had learnt that his safety should always be a priority and that being honest about his feelings goes a long way. You’ve learnt how to set boundaries and how to speak up about things that are important to you; like for instance your crush of several months not coming home drenched in blood and on the verge of passing out from blood loss just because they were too worried about you to focus is really important. You didn’t think this is something you need to voice as it is common sense but it is not common sense in Izuku’s brain, apparently.

“No, I’m completely fine. I’m just happy.”

“Because I’m back?” Izuku beams at you then makes a confused face as you shake your head.

“I’m happy because your eyes have that shine in them again… the shine I fell in love with almost a year ago.”

“I was happy before this. You make me happy.” Izuku tries his best to reassure you but you only laugh at his antics.

“You were happy but now… you are content. And happy. You might be my Izuku, but you are also the Japan’s Pro Hero Deku. I can make my Izuku happy but Deku… I can’t give him everything. And that’s completely fine with me. You need your ability to save people just as much as you need me when you get home. You will only ever thrive when you have both… and I respect you for that. It’s what I love about you, Izu.” You leave a tiny kiss on Izuku’s now tearstained cheeks. Izuku doesn’t say anything just pulls you closer and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t deserve you. But you told me to be selfish, so I’ll erase that thought from my head.” Izuku gives you a tired smile. “To be honest, these few hours were way too eventful for a first day. I’m really tired. All I want is eat and cuddle on the sofa.” Izuku states confidently. You are so fucking proud of this man, goddamnit!

“Sounds like a good plan to me, hero.” You smile back proudly. Izuku moves his head towards your ears, like he’s about to tell you secret.

“Also, I would really like a dessert for breakfast tomorrow.” Izuku slowly moves towards the sofa and pulls you down to sit in his lap.

“You mean like… a strawberry shortcake? Pudding?” You act like a fool, trying your best to hide your cheeky smile from him. Izuku giggles into your neck.

“Those sound amazing but I’m craving something much sweeter.” Izuku leaves a kiss on your neck. Your whole body shivers. “Softer.” He leaves another kiss, a little bit further down. you can’t help the content sigh that comes out of your mouth. Oh, how much you love this man.

“Keep doing that and I won’t let you rest today at all.” You retort as you slowly pull away from him. “Rest up then come to eat lunch. I’m staaaaarving.” You sigh as you jump off him and make your way towards the table, half-salivating over the lovely scent of your freshly made Katsudon.

Izuku doesn’t reply, his stomach does, with a massive rumble. You both laugh.

~•🥦•~

Izuku’s 4 hour shifts became 6 then 10. Slowly, life started to go back to the old normal, with Izuku being out and about for most of the day and you working on commissions and taking care of the flat. Having Izuku away for so long did some bad things to your mental health first, but Izuku, being as observant as he is, clocked it on the first week and made sure you are happy and being taken care of in those few hours he stayed at home. He also made sure not to do overtime unless he genuinely needed to. It meant the world to you. He even made sure he’s free on the day of your first anniversary; which apparently, in Izuku’s head was a year after your first accidental kiss on the mountain top. Needless to say, you had a “massive fight” after that, trying to make Izuku understand that your anniversary is a year after you two officially decided to be a couple, but Izuku was adamant that him choosing the day of that kiss was him being “sensible” as in his head, his heart was yours since the first time he stumbled through the door drenched in blood, when you two were sitting with your backs to the wall and he cried in your arms.

So now, apparently you have two anniversaries, and both dates must be celebrated with a super expensive dinner in that restaurant “in the sky” and with a hot tub full of roses or bath bombs or whatever silly thing Izuku comes up with. Then there is Valentine’s Day, which is, apparently also a day that must be heavily celebrated by staying home and eating that amazing Strawberry cake from Sato’s new restaurant and a chocolate fountain.

The chocolate fountain is for later.

Yes. It’s uhm… for the main celebration.

…

So yes. Life with Izuku has been great. Both of you are super happy with your relationship and even after a whole year of being a couple, you two can’t get enough of each other and instead of being bored of each other you just get more and more obsessed, making Katsuki fake-vomit every time you two go over to theirs for dinner.

Talking about Katsuki and Eijirou; they adopted a massive Rottweiler puppy. His name is Redrum, murder but backwards but they just call him Red. All Meowth wasn’t too impressed by the big, goofy puppy first but after a while he got used to being harassed by Red and those two together are the funniest pair; All Meowth just plays dead every time Red comes over while Red licks him and pokes him until All Meowth looses his patience and hides under the sofa for the rest of the day.

The agency finds the main leader of the group who attacked Izuku, just a few weeks after Izuku gets the official suit from America. Izuku, Katsuki and Eijirou left the country for 2 weeks to finally put an end to the terrible villain group that hurt Deku.

This brings us to your current situation - you, loosing your mind, alone for two weeks with a grumpy cat and a hyperactive, humongous dog.

~•🥦•~

It has been a bit less than two weeks since Izuku had left to get the bastard who ended his career.

You hate everything. The day is always gloomy, even when the sun shines, your bed never smells the way you like it, even if you wash the sheets over and over again, no one changes the settings on All Meowth’s automatic feeder and there are no new post its on the fridge with silly little drawings of heroes or super cheesy love quotes from Deku. The food tastes plain, your drawings suck, the whole world sucks, you don’t even understand why you woke up from your bed today. You made so much food this week, purely by accident, so used to having to feed a big bulky hero every day that you have enough leftovers for the next two weeks. Hell, even Izuku’s fake plastic plant looks sad. You swear the leaves are drooping, their color more yellow than usually.

You have no idea how is that possible.

You sit at the dining table, bumping your head into it over and over, thinking about getting some special vitamins that boost your serotonin levels, because you swear to god have depression, or some kind of separation anxiety or the hell knows, but something is surely wrong with you.

Your phone rings next to you; you jump up from your seat so quickly it makes you dizzy.

You take the call in 5 milliseconds. It’s a video call.

“OH MY GOD, IZU-IZU!!!!!” You yell to the screen as you take in the sight in front of you; there are several blood splatters on Izuku’s face and he’s also full of soot and dust, his hair matte and unuly. He looks tired, and by the look of it, he’s calling from a first aid tent.

“You should see the other guy.” Izuku grins like your heart isn’t just about to exit your body through your mouth. “Ouch.” Izuku mutters as someone pats his bloody arms down with a cotton swab. “Look, this is my girlfriend!” He points at you, speaking in English and now there is a random nurse looking at you. You are trying to decide between screaming and laughing. The nurse takes one good look at you and turns towards Izuku.

“She is really cute!” The nurse mutters with broken English and smiles. That makes your heart calm down a bit; these two wouldn’t be talking about you if Izuku or any of the other heroes would be in grave danger.

“I can’t wait to marry her.” Izuku blushes, the hint of pink visible even under all the dirt. “She’s the love of my life.”

The nurse makes a high pitched whine.

“Kawaii! Oh, uhm… I should be tending to your wounds, sorry, ignore me and take your time with your Sweets! You deserve it!”

“Does he?” You tease, but Izuku looks at you with a proud smile.

“Sweets, we won. It’s finally over. I’m coming home tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait to see you.” There are tears in Izuku’s eyes as he says that. You are not too far behind him.

“I can hug you tomorrow… fuck, Izu, I miss you so much!” You sniff, touching Izuku’s face to the screen.

“I miss you too. I can’t wait to snuggle with you. Oh my god, sleeping without you is a torture! I’ve never thought I’m gonna say this but I even miss your cold feet.” Izuku giggles to himself.

“I miss you suffocating me with your massive arms.” You try to tease him back but there is nothing to tease him about; he is fucking perfect. At least for you.

“Jesus, tomorrow can’t come quick enough.” Izuku sighs. “Oh, hi, Red!” Izuku waves at the unruly massive dog who just jumped up into your lap, almost tipping the chair over in the process.

“This dog is a menace. I’ll never moan about All Meowth again.” You let the dog lick your face as you smile fondly. At least he was keeping you company in these two wretched weeks. He might forget that he’s a big boy sometimes, but he’s the sweetest, kindest creature you’ve ever seen. Just like his parents.

“Oi, is that Red?” Katsuki yells at Deku from somewhere far away, probably getting treated himself. “Oi, Red!”

Red’s ears perk up, his tail wagging (or to be exact, hitting your body with full strength) happily.

“What?” Kirishima yells back from somewhere.

“Not you, you big dummy! Fucking hell, why did I choose that name…”

“Because you love me so much you wanted to have two of me.” You can’t see it, but Eijirou probably grins like a maniac while he says that.

“Gay.” Sero giggles, and by the big thump and several nurses yelling, Katsuki threw something at him.

“Tomorrow. I love you.” Izuku disconnects with a smile on his face.

Just a few hours after your phone call the news are full of Izuku and Katsuki’s victory. You can’t help the proud tears that escape your eyes; the world is a safe place once again.

~•🥦•~

You really want to go to pick up Izuku at the airport but you are too afraid to leave Red alone for such a long time so you end up staying in your shared flat. When the door opens, your heart makes a somersault in your chest; Izuku’s eyes shine with so much fondness, his bags hitting the floor with a loud thump as he runs towards you without taking his shoes off, which would usually piss you off but… fuck, you missed him so fucking much.

Izuku’s arms snake around you right away, pulling you up, and you manage to cling to him like a cute, soft baby koala, your thighs gripping the boys torso like your life depends on it.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You voice your feelings, your voice trembling from all the emotions; Izuku smells like heaven itself, pine with a hint of lemon, his hair puffy and freshly washed; you take a deep whiff, inhale deep and slow, your heart finally calming down after being on edge for two whole weeks. This is your safe space, those muscular arms, this scent, the feeling of his rough scars on your soft, sensitive skin… this is home.

“You are my everything. Everything, Sweets. I can’t live without you. Fuck, I’m so pathetic but this is what I realized during these two weeks.” Izuku sniffs, pulling you close, his arms so tight around you there is barely any space in your lungs for oxygen, but it feels so right…

“Red, you bastard!” Katsuki’s rough, deep voice ruins the mood in a fraction of the second; the big dog jumps into Katsuki’s arms, almost tripping the man, but Eijirou is right there to support his partner from behind.

“Oh, honey bun, look how adorable you are!” Eijirou coos, hopefully, to the dog and not to Katsuki, otherwise this flat will be in flames in just a few minutes.

Izuku, with his forehead leaning on yours, smiles into the minuscule space between you as he looks into your eyes deeply. He caresses your cheek with his right hand, slowly and gently as he mumbles;

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home, baby.” You smile as a few stray tears escape from your eyes; you put your hand on top of Izuku’s one that’s resting on your face… but there is something… on Izuku’s wrist. Foil?

Also… why is it so quiet all of the sudden?!

Oh, Katsuki and Eijirou sneaked out while you two were busy confessing to each other.

“Oh, that’s…” Izuku blushes as he moves away to show you the foil on his wrist. There is something under it… something small and colorful. “I had this idea for ages… then we met this cool tattoo artist who was willing to take me in right away… so I thought, why not? I hope you like tattoos.” Izuku looks at you with worry. You can’t help but laugh.

“Yes, I like tattoos. What is it though? The foil is too thick.” You smile at him and Izuku starts to rid himself from the foil.

It takes you half a second to start crying like a baby. Not more, not less. Half a single second.

The tattoo is of a bouquet of sweet pea flowers, held together by a thin, red thread. The red thread gets loose under the bouquet and it shapes the word “home”.

“This… this is…” you sniff, as you take in the sigh.

“This is you.” Izuku answers. “It’s you, because whatever happens, you’ll forever be a part of me. Just like this tattoo.”

“I really want to kiss you silly.” You mumble while crying into Izuku’s pecks.

“Let me change the foil, then you can kiss me as much as you want.” Izuku giggles, in seventh heaven by the look of it.

“You are not sleeping tonight.” You mutter with a tiny blush on your face. It has been two weeks, okay?!

“It wasn’t my intention to do that anyway, hence I slept on the plane.” Izuku sticks his tongue out then licks his lips while staring into your eyes.

Oh, hell damn.

Needless to say, you forgot to congratulate Izuku for winning this case, so you make sure he knows how thankful you are… in other ways.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- How cute is Izuku’s tattoo?! I actually wanted to draw it but ran out of time. Oh well!

lol Nevermind I made a quick scribble.

- I just had a root canal treatment done so if there are mistakes, I’m sorry, I’m high on antibiotics lol Also, send me virtual cuddles, I really want some cuddles after this traumatic experience 😂💜

- I wrote the KiriBaku extra by the way. I somehow managed to make it into a 13 000 words fucking novel. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

- This ficc will be more than 26 chapters as someone was nice enough to tell me they would like to see more of the friend group before this story ends, let’s give them a massive thank you! 🩷

- As always, tell me your thoughts! It’s still not too late to tell me what you guys want to see! I still have 2 chapters to write at least!

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[kitthepurplepotato]

hi! i'm just really curious about the other guys from class 1A in the last few chapters we've only seen Kiribaku (which i absolutely love) but i'm just curious how they are, what they feel about this whole situation i don't want to bother you and worry you and you can just move past it but if you can describe it in a few words? please? I love your works!! Have a great day!!

With Love ANON😘

DUUUUDEEEEE I was literally thinking the same!!!!!! That’s so funny! So yeah that will be done one way or another! Thank you 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Chapter 24 - The boys are being sus (18+)

(ATTENTION: I’m writing the last chapter so if you have ANYTHING you want to see before this story ends, now it’s the time to speak up!!!! It’s now or never!)

Summary: You wake up to an empty bed and a distressed Eijirou is calling you, half-crying. What the actual f*ck are those two boys up to again?!

… oh, also, Melissa spills the tea about her plans to save Izuku’s career.

Warnings: Swear words, super cheeky smut which is absolutely skippable!

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“Is it even possible?” Izuku mutters, to no one I particular, his legs bouncing up and down, filling the room with a really annoying background noise. You can see the vein in Katsuki’s temple popping with every bounce; Eijirou is trying his best to not laugh at the comedic scene in front of him. There is a fond little spark in his eyes as he looks up at the blonde, probably extremely proud of his partner for not finishing the villain’s job by murdering the poor soul.

“It’s actually easier than you think.” Melissa grins on the TV screen, because using a phone for a video call is “so last year”, apparently. “You are almost healed already; the only long-term problem is the damage on your chest and your arms.” She dissapears for a second and comes back with her iPad, showing Izuku’s X-rays. “As you can see, your ribs healed up relatively well, but your bones are probably brittle around this area, making this your weak point during a fight. An armor would be a great solution, but an old-school chest plate would make your movements restrained, which is a no-go for you or to anyone in your line of job, really. There is a reason why you don’t see heroes in full armor. It’s safe for you but it might cost a life when you can’t react quick enough due to the armor being in the way. It can also make sneaking, or crawling out of small places impossible, making you the perfect target for being taken hostage. The same goes to your arms really.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound too good.” Izuku sighs, his body leaning closer to you, probably waiting for a calming embrace. You give him what he needs right away.

“Wait until she finishes, baby. We are talking about Melissa here.” You leave a tiny kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead.

“Listen to your girlfriend, she’s smart.” Melissa winks at you and continues. “So my plan is to use the same thing I used for your arm brace back in I-Island but with a twist; support items improved a lot since, and I also want to lace the brace with this brand new material that hit the markets a few weeks ago, really expensive but completely affordable for you if you keep your spending on the low for the next few months.”

“What is this new material?” Katsuki geeks out, clearly interested to get his hands on it after Izuku’s suit is sorted.

“Hmm, it’s hard to explain but I’ll try my best.” Melissa giggles. “It’s basically an armor but it’s flexible, kind of like Best Jeanist’s quirk combined with Gentle Criminal’s; it’s a thick thread that’s flexible and it also bounces back when hit. If I put a really thin, but sturdy plate right where Izuku is the weakest and use this thread for the suit on top, the damage can’t get to his chest and it can also hit the attacker like a boomerang. Now this is a great thing but also quite problematic; you don’t really want things to bounce back from you when surrounded by civilians, so I asked Mei to look into it as well. I’m thinking about giving this thread artificial intelligence so it can act as a double shield by hardening itself when surrounded by civilians but loosen up and fight with you when given the space to do so. This will take a few more months for me to perfect but I can make a temporary suit for you this month to ease you back into hero work. You won’t be able to take on the big missions with it, but you’ll be more than capable to go on patrols and deal with 90% of the usual crimes in the country. But take it easy for now, start part time, get used to the grind and I’ll work on your new, super high-tech suit in the background. How does that sound?”

“Wow, that’s… so soon.” Izuku looks a little bit disappointed and weirdly stressed about the new revelation. You look down at Izuku, whose head is nicely cushioned by your chest; it doesn’t look like he’s really focusing on anything right now, probably too busy having a fight with the other people living in his head.

“I don’t think Izuku is mentally ready to go back.” Katsuki whispers into your ears. Fuck.

“Uhm, Melissa, so…” you try your best to fake nonchalance as you stare into Melissa’s eyes through the screen, trying to communicate through telepathy. “I thought you said one of the uhm… things for Izuku’s temporary suit only arrives next month and you will probably need a few weeks after that to put the suit together, right?”

Let’s hope Izuku doesn’t question where you got this info from.

“Uhm…”

“So the suit won’t be done this month. Next month, maybe. Like… 6 weeks?”

“That sounds about right.” Katsuki joins the staring contest while Izuku mutters to no one, or to be exact, to someone in his head.

“Oh!” You swear you see a lightbulb switch in Melissa’s brain. “Yes! That’s right! Haha, sorry, my mistake!” She giggles sweetly and you can see Izuku’s shoulders loosing the tenseness they’ve had just a few seconds before. “I’ll leave you guys now, have a lovely day and see you soon!”

“Thank you, Mel.” Izuku gives the screen a tired smile as she disappears from the screen.

Everyone sighs in unison.

~•🥦•~

“Hey, Kat is acting weird.” Eijirou calls you out of the blue one morning, a month after the whole shebang with Gran Torino and Melissa. You look next to you to make sure Izuku is still asleep, but you find no one on the other side of the bed. Weird. Izuku doesn’t get out of bed without getting his morning cuddles. “I’m a really positive person and I think we are going steady but… I’m a little bit concerned he’s tired of me or something. Should I give him space? Should I talk to him? Actually, I don’t even know where he is… fuck… “ Eijirou mutters into the phone, clearly distressed.

“Okay, Ei, take a deep breath and tell me what makes you think he’s bored of you.” You mutter back, trying your best to ignore the absence of your own partner.

“He was on his laptop the whole day yesterday and didn’t let me take a peek, then I asked him to come to bed but he told me to fuck off so I tried to… uhm… get his attention in another way but he yelled at me?”

Oh. Now that he said that, the same happened to you yesterday. Izuku was on his laptop the whole day but you had your own projects to do so you didn’t really think about it being a problem; you were quite happy you are able to finish something without a distraction for once. Izuku was also quite distant when it comes to… well… love making, but after the conversation you’ve had a few weeks ago, he probably just needed some time to think about the way he thinks about sex and you, so while you really miss being close to him that way, you were glad he took your advice and decided to think about it a bit more before he indulges in his desires again.

“I don’t think the problem is you, Ei.” You sigh, laughing to yourself. “My bozo is also gone and had done the same thing yesterday.”

“I’m coming over.” Eijirou ends the call and you can’t help but laugh at that.

You should be stressed but you don’t have any bad feelings about this; all you feel is that you are going to have a really fun day investigating with Eijirou in a good “jealous housewife” way.

It’s actually quite endearing to think about it; a year prior, if someone would have told you you are going to have a field day with Red Riot himself, snooping after your boyfriend, pro hero fucking Deku, you would have laughed and sent the person to get their brain checked because something is definitely wrong in there; and let’s not even get you started on Red Riot being a damsel in distress, a gay one at that. Red Riot is the most heterosexual-looking hero in the whole field, which is basically the only reason Kiribaku shippers are never taken seriously. You’ve been a shipper yourself, back when the hero world was so far away for you, but even then, you thought this is all just a daydream in your fujoshi head.

Your life is a fucking fanfiction.

~•🥦•~

“What the actual fuck is that.” You mumble as Eijirou comes in through the WINDOW in good Deku fashion, looking like a hacker in those over-dramatized Netflix movies. He has a bunch of cables in his hand and a laptop with explosions engraved into the back of it.

“We will break into this, then connect to his phone and see where he is.” Eijirou states, seriously.

“You don’t need all those cables to do that. You probably know his password anyway.” You deadpan, still in your pajamas. They are Deku-themed.

“Shut up, I wanted to be extra.” Eijirou grumbles and sits down at the table. “Also, I don’t know his password.”

“Try EiLovesMeat” you giggle, but Eijirou only rolls his eyes at that.

“You are so funny.” He grumbles, but tries the password anyway. The laptop logs in.

“You are shitting me.” You both say the same sentence at the same time. All Meowt meows in the background.

“I’m his password?! That’s so manly!” Eijirou cries happily, almost forgetting about the “mission”.

“Ei, focus.” You tell him off, already halfway in the kitchen.

“Tea or coffee?”

“Protein shake!” Eijirou yells back. You really want to point out how that wasn’t on the list, but you kinda enjoy the domesticity of the moment.

“Cookies?”

“Duh! Chocolate chip?”

“Yup.”

“That’s my girl.” … okay, your mind is going in the wrong direction. This is not the time to think about all the Red Riot x reader fanfictions where Eijirou said the same phrase in a REALLY DIFFERENT scenario. “That face is making me uncomfortable. I’ll tell Deku.”

“Please, for the love of god, don’t.” You mutter with a red face.

“I could, but knowing him, he would make the same face as you are. He sent me more Tumblr links of that sort than what I dare to admit.” Eijirou giggles to himself.

“Pro heroes, other than Izuku… read fanfictions?” You gawk at the redhead while you shake up Eijirou’s protein shake.

“Mostly on drunken nights, but yeah, we do.” He grins. “Shouto is the funniest with these, read him a fanfiction while he’s drunk and he’ll keep telling you how he would never do any of that stuff, then give him another pint and watch him try to do them, failing miserably. No one ever wrote an in character fanfiction of him. It breaks his little heart… ahh I can see Katsuki’s phone! He’s in… wait, what?”

Your interest is peaked; you go over to look at the screen and you can’t believe your eyes.

“Osaka?! That’s like… 6 hours away?!” You yelp.

“… or 1,5 hours by plane to Kansai and then 50 minutes to Osaka.” Eijirou states. “Heroes don’t need to go through the same security system as the common folk, so they’ve probably did the trip in less than 3 hours which checks out with Katsuki’s absence. Let’s take a closer look.” Eijirou zooms in on the map. “Is that a comic store?”

You take a closer look.

“Yup, that’s the biggest nerd store in Osaka. They are famous for selling rare figurines and hard-to-get comics, sometimes even before the release date.” You mutter to yourself, thinking hard about the current figurines available on pre-order. And then it clicks.

“There is a new All Might Figurine coming out in a few weeks, apparently people went berserk for it and it got sold out in the first five minutes. It was also limited to one figurine per person…”

“THAT’S IT!” Ei yells, scaring the shit out of All Meowth.

“They need two each!” You yell back, so excited that people might think you just won the lottery.

“One to put out and one in pristine condition, still in the box.” Eijirou adds.

“Ei, I have an idea.” You grin at the redhead. “Why don’t we help them out?”

“They went to Osaka, so clearly, Tokyo doesn’t have this figurine available.” Eijirou sighs. “We can’t ask All Might for it, because that’s cheating, or at least the boys think so.”

“We can’t ask him to get us the figurines, but he can tell us who the main manufacturer is.” You grin to yourself.

Eijirou grins back.

In just a few minutes, you get the phone number you needed; All Might laughed at your silly shenanigans and told you you’ve made his day brighter. He also asked you to call whenever you are lonely. He’s a fucking saint.

In an hour, Eijirou and you are on your way to the factory. You had to play a damsel in distress to get in; using your connections to All Might and Deku was a no go as the boys were clearly trying to get the figurine fair and square. You can only hope that the fact that you got the number from All Might won’t be a problem.

“What if they get the figurine in Osaka?” Eijirou asks the million dollar question.

“We will give it away for charity.”

“I thought Izuku needs all the money for his fancy suit?”

“He needs his own money, not mine.” You blush as you stare out of the window.

“That figurine costs a fortune, you can’t be serious!” Eijirou gawks at you.

“… I live in a luxury apartment for free. And his happiness is worth so much more than a super cool, limited All Might figurine with a sparkly finish!

“… so YOU want that figurine to be displayed instead of sitting in the box somewhere in Izuku’s office.” Eijirou giggles to himself.

“You know me too well.”

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The boss of the company who sells the figurine was a surprisingly good sport; apparently, you are not the first person who managed to get to him to get a figurine; apparently he’s happy to help everyone who sounds utterly frightened in the phone out of respect for their bravery; you wouldn’t do something so out of your comfort-zone if it wouldn’t be extremely important to you.

He also had a good laugh when Eijirou came in after you managed to get two figurines. He told you how he respects you not using his name to get the figurines then his eyes fell out of his sockets when you told him these figurines are for the top 2 heroes of the country. He said your secret is safe with him and took a selfie with Red Riot, because apparently he’s also all about manliness and Red Riot is his favorite hero of all time. Eijirou left the building with a blush on his face; his heart might be someone else’s but his eyes are allowed to wander from time to time and there was a lot to see on that guy, let’s just say that.

After you two say goodbye by your door, you put down the figurine right on the dining table.

Izuku comes home, utterly disheveled; he goes right to his laptop without saying hi, clearly disappointed in something. He sits down right by the figurine and doesn’t even look at it. You really want to laugh, but there is one thing that bothers you…

“You know I don’t appreciate you going away for a full day without saying anything, then coming home looking like shit and not even telling me what’s going on.” You close the laptop screen on him, because… well… you are offended.

“… fuck. You are right. I’m sorry.” He sighs, looking at the closed laptop screen. “It just… felt so good… doing this secret mission with Kacchan… just the two us. I think I needed that. I needed… to be alone with my best friend and just… be stupid. Rebel against the world.” He sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Izu, you can’t just disappear without leaving a note. Not because you NEED TO tell me where you are but because it’s not safe for you to just disappear.”

Izuku looks like he’s about to cry; he finds your fingers with his own, and strokes just the tip of them like he’s too scared to do anything more to you. You lace your fingers together with his and sit in his lap, making sure he understands you are not actually mad right now.

“Sweets…”

“It’s okay. You can rebel. Just tell me about it. Or tell Eijirou. Tell one of us so we know you guys are safe. Also…” You give your boyfriend a knowing smile. “I also need to apologize because I’m quite sure I just ruined your fun.” You push the figurine in front of him. Izuku looks like he can’t believe what’s in front of him.

“OH MY SAINT ALL MIGHT?! How?! Wait, how did you know?!”

Izuku doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he starts opening the box. You can’t help but laugh at his shenanigans.

“Are you happy, Izu-Izu?” You mumble with a fond smile on your face as you take in the lovely little blush on Izuku’s face.

“I’m really happy, Sweets. Thank you.” Izuku pulls you close and hides his face in your neck. The figurine is left half-open on the table. “I still feel like I want to rebel, though. Maybe I should get that nipple piercing I was talking about for real.” Izuku mutters into your neck then starts peppering kisses all over it. You can feel the blood going into your lower body, really fucking quickly. The kisses get deeper, wet streaks of saliva left in their wake as Izuku starts to work his way towards your collarbone. With only one swift move, Izuku manhandles you into a straddling position.

Warning; gets super cheeky here! This is only for the people who are into smut, please feel free to skip this, it’s actually really cheeky, I’m utterly ashamed of myself but Izuku was really happy and they’ve been a bit distant in the last few weeks and… you get it.

“You mean… you want a piercing… here?” Your hand moves under Izuku’s T-shirt, slowly snaking up towards his nipples, touching every single muscle on the way up. Izuku moans loudly as your two fingers pinch his nipple and plays with the bud. “I don’t like that someone else will touch you here but I would really like to see you with the piercing so… I’ll allow it this once.”

“You think you are the boss of me now, fangirl?”

“I mean… I’m the only person in the whole world who owns your heart, so…”

“Okay, I’ll allow it this once. But boss me around once again…” Izuku tries to sound threatening but the blush on his face ruins his facade.

“And what, you’re gonna stuff my mouth with something so I can’t boss you around?”

Izuku bites his lips so hard they start to bleed a bit. His hips perk up just enough to make you understand, he finds this conversation extremely appealing.

“Nah, I’m just going to make sure you don’t have any brain cells left to make a proper sentence. But I like your brain so it would be counter-productive. And I also like to be bossed around by you.”

“You are really bad at this dirty talk, you know that, right?” You giggle, fondness obvious in your eyes as you look at the love of your life.

“I’m bad at dirty talk but I’m quite good in playing dirty.” Izuku grins as he puts you on the table with one arm. You really want to tell him off for using his arm so much but hell if you didn’t find this scene extremely hot… well, your brain is clearly gone already. Sorry, Izu-Izu.

It takes him half a second to slowly peel your short off with one single finger, removing it inch by inch, slowly and sensually. His fingertip feels like fire as it strokes your lower belly on his way down. You can’t help but whimper. “Nothing to say, huh?” Izuku grumbles into your ears, low and deep. He’s definitely hanging out with Kacchan too much.

“Not in front of All Might, Mr. Deku!” You play the fan girl and by the disgusted look on Izuku’s face, he’s really not into that. It actually breaks your horny little heart when he moves away from you, your panties snapping back in place as he takes a step back.

“Sweets, for the love of god, do not roleplay a fangirl when we actually get uhm… into it. I can only make love to my Sweet Pea.” Izuku moves the figurine to the coffee table and hides his face with the shirt he just pulled over his head in the sexiest way possible. Damn it’s hot in here. “Now he’s not looking. So where were we?”

“I’m… Sweet Pea.” You parrot like a good girl. Izuku grins at you menacingly, or at least he tries but really, he just looks… in love. Oh, how much you love this man and his incapability to be rough.

“You sure smell like her.” Izuku hides his face in your hair and takes an obsessive, deep breath which makes the blood rush into your core. Izuku might be soft and pliant but one thing he’s good at is being a sexy, obsessive beast when he’s in the mood. And as much as you like Izuku on a normal day, you cherish the shit out of these small moments when Izuku forgets his manners. There is just something beautiful about seeing this shy man feel safe enough to be a little bit freaky.

“How do I smell like?” You mutter as Izuku leaves wet kisses all over your neck again, his hands traveling up to your breasts at the same time.

“Flowery, like your face cream.” Izuku pants, his breath hot and heavy on the tip of your ear. “Your skin smells like sandalwood, because you stole my shower gel again. I really like it when you smell like me.”

“I know.” You whimper as Izuku’s hands find your breasts. You can’t help but moan as his hands engulfs your sensitive parts.

“You did this on purpose.”

“Maybe?” You admit sheepishly.

“I thought you… want us to do less uhm… stuff.”

“I’ve never said that.” You sneak one finger into the hem of Izuku’s trousers. “I said I don’t want you to use sex as a tool to wind down when you are stressed.” You tug on the fabric impatiently.

“Well, I was stressed. But now you got me the figurine I was stressing about so…” Izuku mutters and honestly… it all makes sense now. “Will you tell me how did you know I was looking for this figurine or do I need to use my seduction techniques to get it out of you?” Izuku’s palms grasp your chest almost painfully, but just in the right way. You are quite sure there is a massive wet spot on your panties by now.

“You would never do that.” You mumble defiantly. Izuku laughs.

“True. I’m not into that. So tell me or I’ll walk away.” Izuku pinches your nipples then slowly moves his hands away; you grasp his hands and put it back where “they belong.”

“Okay okay, I’ll talk.” You mumble quickly. Izuku giggles at how desperate you sound right now. “Eijirou hacked into Katsuki’s laptop… well, I told him what the password might be and he checked his phone gps from there… then I remembered that article about the All Might figurine being one per person and I knew you are too pure to ask someone to order you another one and… then I came up with the idea of getting them for you as a token of our love and… oh saint jesus.” You moan as Izuku’s hand wanders down to your lower belly then barges right into your panties.

“I haven’t even touched you yet.” Izuku giggles into your hair, his voice sweet as honey. “I’ll never get used to you being so… perfect for me down here. It makes me so happy. You make me so happy. Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You urge your boyfriend with a snap of your hips.

“It’s like I’m the fanboy… I can’t believe you are mine, that I can do this, touch you like this, be one with you whenever I desire, it’s like you are too good for me, too perfect, like a dream coming true…” Izuku, being unapologetically himself sniffles into your ear while his fingers find their way into your folds.

“I feel that way too, every time I wake up next to you. Every time you kiss me. Make love to me. Izuku, I love you so much it’s fucking ridiculous.” You move your hips once again and continue doing so until Izuku eases his first finger in. “I have no idea how I managed to stay away from you for so long.”

“We did a really shitty job at that, to be fair. I kissed you twice before we even got together. We slept in the same bed more times than we slept alone.” Izuku mutters with a fond smile on his face. Your hand sneaks towards Izuku’s trousers again, slowly opening the zipper, making some space for Izuku’s poor little friend, who’s clearly suffering inside his tight pants. Izuku uses his other hand to get rid of your panties, you doing your best to hop up from the table so the textile can get out of the way without an issue. Seeing the mess you’ve made already, you guys will need to get a new table before anyone comes over for a dinner party.

“Kiss me.” You pull Izuku close with one hand buried in his unruly hair while the other pulls on his trousers and boxers to finally free his gorgeous fucking dick, because you swear to god this thing between his legs is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life except for all the other parts of Izuku. You take it into your hand greedily your hand moving up and down on his member, making Izuku moan sinfully as he devours your mouth in the most obsessive way possible. One finger becomes two, then three, your own hand losing rhythm as you get closer and closer to your climax. Without a single thought in your head you pull yourself closer to your boyfriend, slowly aiming towards your greedy folds with his member; Izuku whimpers as he feels your juices coating the end of it.

“Fuck.” Izuku moans and with one swift move, pulls you into him, grabbing you by your thighs so hard it will probably leave a mark.

You’ve never done this… this way. Without protection. It feels heavenly. You can feel his shape perfectly, his skin is so soft, it feels like silk inside you, it’s so different from all the other times, you can’t help but loose yourself in the feeling, sucking him in as much as you can while your arms reach for his neck to pull him closer, to kiss him stupid, he feels so good you are about to reach your climax after only a few seconds…

“Sweets, I need to get a condom, this is not safe.” Izuku mutters but his eyes say a different thing; they are full of lust, half- lidded from the pleasure, cheeks red from the restraint as he slows his pace to a steady, slow rhythm.

“Please…don’t.” You mumble, completely out of it; you are frustrated from being declined your climax, you are frustrated because you know he is right, you are frustrated because he feels so fucking good…

“We need to be sensible.” Izuku sighs, slowing his pace to almost nothing. You whimper. “I’m not ready for a baby yet. I need to heal and go back to my job, I want to marry you and enjoy each other for a bit longer, as selfish as it sounds… trust me, I’m frustrated to no end, because this is so fucking good, but Sweets… you worth so much more to me than these few minutes of pleasure. Thank you for your trust. Thank you for letting me do this. But let’s finish this safely so we can enjoy each other after without stressing about what we had done. Okay, Sweets?”

Your answer is a high pitched, offended whimper. Izuku rolls his eyes and pounds into you once more.

“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom? It’s really hard to kiss you everywhere in this position. Let me love you properly.” Izuku sweet-talks and it works; you pull yourself up to cling to his neck and Izuku pulls you up enough to free his member which you do not appreciate too much. “It’s okay, Sweets, just a few more steps.” Izuku leaves kisses all over your neck while his fingers find their way back inside you, even in this position. You calm down by the time you two get into the bedroom; he puts you down on the bed softly and gets a condom from the bedside drawer. He does a quick job with putting it on, but not without a grumpy sigh.

“You wanted it just as bad as I did, you liar!” You grumble, but Izuku only laughs.

“Of course I did, it felt otherworldly.” He rolls his eyes cheekily. “But this will feel otherworldly too… because it’s you.” Izuku slowly eases himself back, his whole body touching with yours; you are not sure when did you loose your own shirt but it doesn’t really matter.

Izuku loves you slowly and sensually for a really long time; and just as he promised, he made you feel better than ever. It was so romantic and so-so full of love, you kind of forgot how good it felt to have him inside you without the condom in the way. Izuku plops down next to you after you both had the biggest climax of your lives; he’s out of breath but smiles happily at you, pulling you close for a cuddle.

You are safe from here!

“I’ll never get bored of this.” Izuku mutters into the back of your neck. “And I’m so glad you talked to me about my bad habits. This… felt so much better, even though our time together was always good. Thank you.”

“Stop making me love you more and more every day.” You mumble as you leave a kiss on Izuku’s calloused palm.

“I’ll stop if you’ll stop.” Izuku sounds so happy and so carefree you kind of want to cry. This is the first time in so long he’s been able to sound like that. It fills you with pride; you’ve done that.

“Don’t you wanna open that All Might figurine? Because I really want to open that All Might figurine.” You snicker; Izuku jumps off the bed and takes you in his arms, bridal style.

“First we have a bath. Together. With bubbles.”

“Deal.” You leave a scorching hot kiss on your boyfriend’s mouth, who whimpers into the kiss.

“Behave yourself now. I have no stamina left for today.”

“Sorry, sir.” You snicker and let yourself be carried to the bathroom, half asleep in those perfect, muscly arms.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Last warning: I’m about to write the last chapter (chapter 27) so if you have anything you really want to see, please let me know! Once I start writing that chapter it’s over so I’ll try to put it aside for a week so you guys can tell me your wishes 🩷

- I posted this chapter earlier than I said I’ll but the next one will be a few days late as Wednesdays are usually my work and therapy days hence I won’t have time to edit it on time! Just a heads up! I hope this being posted before Saturday makes up for it!

- Find yourself a guy like Deku, dude *sighs dreamily* Also, stay safe. Don’t be like you in this chapter! 😂

- I absolutely love this chapter! I hope you love it too! We are getting to the time skip chapters, so hope you are ready!!

- So Deku and that nipple piercing… do you guys think he’ll have the balls to get it done? If he does have to balls to get it done, are you ready to see him? Because as I said, I do have a Vogue cover with Izuku half naked sitting in my art folder, ready to be posted… 😂

- I love Izuku’s innocent way of rebelling. He’s such a great guy 😭 dude I don’t want this ficc to be over, like EVER, I’ll literally cry when this is over 😭

- ALSO, are you guys interested to get an extra KiriBaku chapter which shows how they ended up as a couple? Because I have one, even though I want to re-write the whole thing, but it’s on my wish list so please, if you are interested, let me know! Seeing you guys excited about things motivate me a lot!

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Hey guys!

No chapter this week, my week has been hectic and haven’t had the time to edit the chapter but we are back next week! I’m really sorry 🥲🩷

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Chapter 23 - Get your sh*t together, boy!

Summary: Katsuki lands in Y/N’s (Khm, I mean Izuku’s) sacred garden. The plants tremble, Izuku trembles and the world trembles with it.

He also gets a surprise visit; so Izuku trembles once again, like an underweight chihuahua in the wind as he stands in front of…

… You thought I’m gonna tell you? Haha, go and read the chapter.

You fool.

Warnings: Swear words, Y/N gets a little nosebleed, but “in a good way”. Hihi oh and also, someone has a bit too much to drink. Please, drink responsibly.

Warning number two: spoilers from the last anime season - the rest of the story is fictional - if it sounds similar to the actual ending of the manga, it’s a coincidence. Don’t kill me. Thank you. Also, please do not discuss the actual my hero academia ending/ war ending in the comments.

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The meteor lands.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Katsuki - explosions still coming out of his palms - barges toward the terrified Izuku. If this wouldn’t be such a serious situation you would laugh at Katsuki in his fancy ass suit acting like a child having a tantrum but the amount of hatred, or to rather say, utter disappointment coming from his eyes makes you take a few steps back and let the boys sort it out themselves; you being too close to the fire (pun intended) would only make Izuku more aggravated which would only escalate the fight further.

“Kacchan, calm down and let me…” Izuku tries to reason but he gets smacked in the face, hard.

“Dude!” You try to yell as Deku’s fragile back hits the (thankfully) soft grass but Katsuki ignores you and keeps hitting the poor broccoli boy. He takes a few hits in with his eyes closed, probably hoping the blond calms down after getting his anger out but it doesn’t seem to work. “BAKUGO FUCKING KATSUKI!” Izuku uses your favorite way to reprimand him against his best friend and surprisingly, the tactic works perfectly; Katsuki stops and stares at the green head with eyes the size of saucers. After a few seconds of awkward silence he looks at his own hand with utter confusion. “Yeah, you just pummeled me into the ground. I would prefer to have a conversation, not to go back ten years and fight for no reason. We are past that.”

Damn. That was hot… you mean… that was a good way to reason. That piercing stare Izuku gave Katsuki was also extremely sexy… you mean… uhm…

“I don’t care about your stupid ass excuses! You ruined everything! Everything!” Katsuki yells back but finally stands up, taking a few steps back in the process. You take a deep breath. You are stressed as hell but you also know Katsuki wouldn’t inflict too much pain, even though you must say that statement wavered as you watched the blond smack the shit out of the poor man who can’t even use his powers properly right now.

“I did what I had to do to be able to heal without having constant pressure on me! You guys told me to do what’s best for me and I did!” Izuku yells and stands up; you can’t help but notice how his hands are shaking. You really want to hold them until they are steady again, but this is not your fight.

“You lied to me, you selfish fucking prick!”

“I did not lie! I couldn’t tell you what I’m about to do because I know you enough to know you wouldn’t have let me go through with it! The one being selfish is you! Your fucking obsession with taking the number one spot from me is stronger than your love towards me! That’s what’s fucking selfish!”

Izuku is right but that doesn’t mean Katsuki appreciates the tone; he’s shaking and his palms start to spark up, a few falling sparks hitting one of your plants; you watch it in slow motion as a few of the leaves become splattered with dark brown.

“I’ll fucking…”

“Oi, my baby!” You yell as you run towards the poor plant; the leaf is getting darker and darker as it slowly burns away. If a stare could kill, Katsuki would be dead by now. “Hurt by babies ever again and I’ll chop your dick off with a pair of dull scissors, young man!”

First, there is silence. A really awkward one, from both sides. Then Katsuki starts laughing maniacally for a few seconds then bursts into tears as his knees hit the grass.

“What the fuck…” Katsuki mutters as he hides his eyes with both of his arms. “What the fuck is happening, I don’t know what to do, I can’t…”

“Oh, Kacchan.” Izuku is right by his best friend’s side like he didn’t just try to kill him a few minutes ago. That’s real friendship to ya’. “We will get through this. I promise.”

By the time Eijirou sprints into the garden (he came in through the main entrance like a normal person) his eyes are met with two bawling, half drunk idiots cuddling on the couch because apparently they both needed a drink after all the drama. One drink became two in a matter of minutes then Izuku brought out a bottle of vodka from somewhere. Yes, this all happened in 30 minutes. Maybe 40.

“I don’t know.” You look up at the confused redhead who’s still panting from sprinting too hard. “Katsuki smacked him in the face a few times then there were tears and… then this.”

“Sweets let Kacchan pummel me to the ground but yelled at him when he singed one of her plants.” Izuku adds; they are both about to stop crying, finally.

“Hey, the plants can’t defend themselves, you can.” You retort with a proud smile. No regrets.

“That’s a fair point, you are a true hero, Sweet Pea.”

“Was that sarcasm, Izu-Izu?” You give your boyfriend a stern look.

“I had too much to drink, the sarcasm came out.”

“I thought you are an emotional drunk?” Eijirou adds, utterly entertained.

“I used up all my emotions in the past few hours, so sarcasm it is.” Deku adds with a straight face then starts laughing for no reason at all.

“What’s so funny, shithead?” Katsuki adds, still sniffling.

“We are so pathetic.” Izuku answers. “But I like it. It makes us humans. Crying, yelling, fighting, drinking for no reason at all, making mistakes we wouldn’t do on a normal day… I like it. I like being a mere, stupid human.”

“It’s not bad.” Katsuki slurs with a smile on his face. You sigh.

“Eijirou, why don’t we leave these two and have some cider in the garden? We are clearly not needed.”

There is a weird feeling of comradely in the way Eijirou smiles back at you; it’s fond and knowing, a little bit worried but also excited to be able to spend some alone time with the newest addition to the family.

“Sure!”

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“…I would like to announce my temporary retirement from the hero business.”

Toshinori is speechless.

He can’t really say he is surprised; his boy Izuku could never accept a single compliment when he had felt like he had not earned it properly. Hence him not being able to bask in the light of being the number one right now makes so much sense.

But then here’s the other side; the side where All Might, the number one hero of Japan left the country in his hands, asked him to step up in his place when he looses his powers, and while Toshi understands he’s also, technically speaking, incapable of doing anything right now, Toshinori can’t help but be a little bit disappointed that his boy decided to break the public’s heart, put in seeds of doubt into everyone’s mind by stepping aside in such a crucial moment, letting the promise for All Might be swept away, under the rug, where no one can see it.

“I need to call Izuku, oh, my poor baby!” Inko is about to jump off the sofa but Toshinori pulls her back into a seating position.

“Don’t. Please.” Inko’s tears are unstoppable; she’s worried and confused and wants nothing but to be with her boy, but… “He’s in good hands and he’s an adult. As much as it might hurt you, the last thing young Izuku needs right now is nagging parents.”

“Are you mad at him?” Inko asks and Toshinori sighs; sometimes he forgets that his love doesn’t understand the world the same way he and his boy does. She might have been around heroes in the last few years, but she’s a mere civilian. Heroes have a certain depth to them that can only be found in people who play Russian roulette with their lives on a daily basis.

But that’s okay, don’t get him wrong! It is exactly what he needs. Peace and quiet with someone who makes him forget about all the bad things happening in the world. He wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s just… there are a few situations, around 3 or 4 every year, when he and his new love won’t be able to agree.

“I’m not mad. But I thought he’s better than this. He’s been nothing but stubborn when it came to the hero life, even when it ended up giving him trouble and I’m just a little bit sad that he decided to let go of this annoying trait of his right when stubbornness would have been the key to the right solution.”

Inko blinks a few times, clearly trying her best to understand Toshinori’s words. Toshi appreciates it, a lot.

“He should have talked to his friends about this.” Inko stares at Katsuki’s disheveled figure in the background. Her heart breaks from seeing his second “son” looking so sad and terrified. “He should have talked this out with you. I know we can’t hold his hand all the time but this is what parents are for. This is what mentors are for. People lost their symbol of hope and they’ve seen their symbol of victory being defeated, all in one go…” Inko points at Katsuki.

A light bulb switches in Toshinori’s brain.

“That’s it!” Toshi yells, or rather squeals. He gives her a soft, apologetic smile. Oh, his love DOES understand. Oh my, Toshinori is so happy about this revelation. “Mentor! He needs his mentor! You are a genius!!!” Toshinori pulls Inko close, his fingertips stroking Inko’s soft little face. He leaves a massive, wet kiss on the woman’s lips then runs into his bedroom to get his phone to make a quick call. This is it. This is the solution. This man will be able to put Izuku together without making him feel like he’s being treated like a weak baby.

It only occurred to him after the phone call was done that Inko and him… haven’t actually had their first kiss yet as they are both too awkward to start their romantic journey, even though they both now they want the other.

“… oh shit.” Toshinori runs out of his bedroom just to see Inko sitting on the floor with her whole face red as a tomato, smoke coming out of her ears as she shakes with… terror? Excitement? Both?!

Oh, well. - Toshinori smiles to himself. He can’t help but feel extremely giddy because his love is the cutest creature in the whole wide world.

He’ll need to thank his stepson later, when the drama is over. But first, Toshinori needs to make sure he does as much as he can, secretly in the background, to help young Midoriya to find the right path. Toshi sits down next to the fuming Inko, rests his chin on the top her head, his heart making a somersault in his chest as Inko hides her face in his neck. Her cheeks are really hot. Then he makes another call… to America.

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Needless to say, Izuku wakes up… with a headache. By the non-sexual moaning coming from your old room, he’s not the only one suffering. He goes back to sleep for another few hours. Understandable.

At the end of the night, the day turned out really well; you had a lovely conversation with Eijirou where you talked about your relationships, worries, future plans and all that jazz while the two menaces had their own pity-party in the living room. After a while you two went in and put your respective partners in bed; there was no point in trying to get Bakugou home at the crack own dawn; the four of you are close enough to share your own space for a day or two with the other.

Once you are ready to start your day and get out of the comfy bed, there is a sweet, alluring scent in the air; for a second you think you are still dreaming, as there is no one else in this household who’s capable to make a proper dish - sorry, Izu-Izu! - then you remember you have two, more than capable guests sleeping over; there is also another telltale sign of the person making the sweet treats… the yelling.

“Why the fuck to I need to make Taiyaki in the shit ass of dawn, old man?!”

“More moving and less talking, the food won’t make itself!”

“Who the hell is that.” You mumble into Izuku’s plumpy pecks, but your boyfriend barely even registers your words; he grumbles a few times, hides his head under the pillow and …

“5 more hours…”

With that said, you leave your bed after a big sigh to check on the commotion. Izuku had a stressful week and he probably hasn’t slept at all so you let him rest for a little bit more.

“Kisses.” Izuku grumbles as you open your bedroom door; you can’t help but look at him with fondness and love.

“Sure.”

You can’t help it. You are incapable to say no to this man.

You crawl back into the bed, completely ignoring the drama in your own house as you give your boyfriend a deep, wet kiss, morning breath be damned. Izuku smiles into the kiss, his gaze full of mischief, then pulls you on top of him; you end up straddling the green haired hero who’s busy looking at you like you are the prettiest star on the sky, his hands stroking your sides.

“I thought you want to sleep for longer.” You mutter with a disgustingly lovesick face; it’s really hard to be mad at him for what he had done when he finally looks so happy and calm.

“Life is too short to not spend every second with you.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“I hope you will say the same, even after a decade.” You snuggle closer, your whole body touching with his. Izuku only pulls you closer.

“I’ll say the same when I’m 75, old and wrinkly. If I make it to that age. I never wanted to live a long life but since I’ve met you… I want to live until I’m 100. Then we can die together, hand in hand.”

“What if I die early?”

“Then I come after you.”

You can barely hold the tears back; in some way, it’s a silly conversation; no one knows when they die, no one knows if it’s possible to die with someone in a natural way, but the thought is so beautiful, so pure you can’t help but tear up a little bit.

“Stop making me fall in love with you over and over again. Every time I think it’s not possible to love you more, you say something or do something that makes me feel like I’m a teen having their first crush.” You leave a single kiss on Izuku’s cheek. “I really want to stay here, but I need to check up on the boys. Also, there is a random old man in the house. Or at least that’s what Katsuki yelled just a second ago.” You grin at the green head, who grins right back.

“Hmm, exciting. Let’s investigate then!”

“Put on a shirt. This sight is only for me and me only. Or at least until Calvin Klein puts you on a fucking billboard again.” You sigh dramatically.

“Hmm. Maybe I can ask them to put a sheer fabric shirt on me. Then they won’t see every detail.” Izuku contemplates. “Hmm, that kind of shirt looks really hot with a nipple piercing…”

His words are met with utter silence. Then blood drops down from your nose.

“Uhm… I guess you really liked that idea.” Izuku deadpans.

“No comment.”

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“Okay, I’m going to see what the ruckus is about.” You scramble out of Izuku’s lap with a red face. Izuku takes a few deep breaths, probably doing his best to not devour you while his friends and the “random old man” are just outside his door. Honestly, you would think the sexual tension settles after a few occasions of eating that “cake” but hell, it’s just as bad in your case as it was in the beginning. There is always something new to try, or at least Izuku thinks so. You shouldn’t be surprised that Izuku wants to learn everything about sex, the same way he needs to learn everything about others and about the world. His hunger for knowledge and for you is insatiable. This situation has both.

You take a deep breath and open up the door; you stole one of Izuku’s hoodies as all your stuff is still in your old room.

“I’m ready Sweets. Let’s go!” Izuku says excitedly. “I wonder who came over to say hi!”

The smile on Izuku’s face falters as he takes a good look at the guest. It’s a tiny old man with an unpleased frown in his tiny face.

“Abort mission, abort mission!” Izuku mumbles with his eyes a size of saucers as he slowly starts walking backwards; the old man sighs and JUMPS ON THE CEILING, then bounces right into Izuku’s neck who screeches like a wild animal. Kirishima puts his hand on your middle and pulls you towards him, just to be sure you don’t get harmed in the “vicious fight”.

“You are the worst, most problematic student I’ve ever had and I taught Toshinori!” The old man yells while he attacks Izuku’s sleepy head. “How dare you retire at your age?! I fought a war in the age of 70! I need to use a cane to walk, you ungrateful son of a bitch! I didn’t play gamble with my life, for you to retire before even reaching your prime!!!!”

“Okay, Gran Torino, sir, why don’t we eat some Taiyaki before it gets cold?” Kirishima smiles pleasantly at the old man like he’s not trying to tear out every single strand of hair from Izuku’s scalp as they speak.

“Oh, I forgot.” The old man, Gran Torino, jumps off Izuku’s shoulder and makes his way to the table like nothing had happened. You just follow Eijirou to the table, too shocked to even think about what’s happening around you.

The food looks delicious as always and it also tastes like heaven; it’s really hard to enjoy it though, as the old man can not stop calling Izuku random names with every single bite he takes. Katsuki looks at him like he’s trying to decipher the old man’s mumbling, probably to understand what made the old man so mad, but by the guilty look on Izuku’s face, he knows the answer already.

“You said you will go as far as to change the faith of a person whose future was already decided.” The old man mumbles, more clearly this time.

“And I did, sir.” Izuku mumbles back, avoiding eye contact with his old mentor.

“You were told you are too weak for this power yet you broke every single one of your bones until you’ve learned how to use it.” Gran Torino starts up again. There is a sudden tension in the air, far worse than it was before; Katsuki and Eijirou forgets to breathe, your hands start to shake under the table, the penthouse is silent, so fucking silent you can hear the fly outside in the garden, flapping its wings, right in front of the glass door.

Izuku does not answer this one; he just looks down to his lap, his eyes full of tears, lips wobbling as he tries to keep it together.

“When your best friend died on the battlefield… He almost lost his heart, and was also told he might never be a hero again.”

The tears start to stream. Eijirou joins. Katsuki’s hands are also starting to shake. Gran Torino ignores all of this.

“Do you want to know what that boy said when I asked how is he not exhausted from trying so hard?”

“No…” Izuku shakes his head, utterly devastated.

“He said Izuku would sweat blood and tears to be able to save more people, he would challenge anything and everything if it means he can be a hero for longer and he doesn’t want to be left behind.”

Katsuki’s facade shatters. He’s just as shaken up as Izuku is.

“I still haven’t… caught up to you. Not for real.” Katsuki’s voice is wobbly and weak as he stares at the empty plate in front of him.

“Kacchan…”

“When Toshinori had lost his power for good, was he looking at the tv screen in the shelter during the battle?”

“No…”

“Indeed. He tried to help in any way possible.”

The silence hurts at this point. You want to scream into the void.

“So tell me, son…. What are you doing with your life?”

“Fuck…” Katsuki scoffs, his smile full of respect towards the small, old man.

“Fuck.” Izuku just stares into his lap, tears dripping down on his cheeks but judging by his face, he just had a massive revelation.

“Melissa. I need to call Melissa! Oh my god, maybe with her help, I come back sooner and save my spot and then…”

“Toshinori already did that, you big moron, what you need to do is to get your head out of your fucking ass and apologize to your friends and family for being a disappointment.”

“That was way too harsh, sir.” Mama Eijirou tries to save the conversation but the old man is having none of it.

“Put on a shirt then try to talk to me again, you meathead.”

Katsuki GIGGLES.

“Not the time, Kat.” You try to reprimand him, but a little chuckle escapes your throat.

You two look at each other and…

“Don’t you dare…” Gran Torino tries to stop the inevitable but it’s for naught; you two start laughing, “ruining” the mood. The old man sighs.

“I can’t believe the top ten is full of monkeys. I wonder how is our country still in one piece.”

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Izuku mumbles and the whole room gets silent once again.

“Haven’t you heard the wise, old man? The country is still in one piece. Yes, you fucked up but it’s not the end of the world.” Katsuki says calmly. “I don’t need your fucking apology, by the way. Get your fucking spot back and we will forgive you.”

“Talk for yourself, blondie.” Gran Torino grumbles. “But yeah, the apology can wait. Melissa wants to talk about her plans with you so go and get your phone. You, pretty boy… fishies. More fishies. Chop-chop. Meathead, help him. New face, get me something strong. I deserve a treat.”

“Is my food not enough of a treat for you?!” Katsuki grumbles with his hand on his waist, utterly offended. The sight is already funny enough, but the blond is wearing an All Might Themed apron so needless to say, everyone giggles, at least a bit.

“Cute outfit. Can’t believe blowing up buildings and villains is your day job. Could have fooled me with the whole housewife look.” Gran Torino teases and for your surprise, Katsuki doesn’t show off his murdering skills on the “fragile” old man.

“Says the senile, wobbly old man who still kicks ass like there’s no tomorrow.” Katsuki grins. “Put the bitch on speaker, I want to hear everything.”

“Bitch?!” You yelp, but Izuku only laughs at that.

“She doesn’t mind the nickname.”

“Kinky.” Kirishima can’t even finish the cheeky wink by the time Gran Torino smacks him in the face with his whole body.

There is blood on the carpet. Again.

“It’s not broken! I hardened it just on time!”

“Like a fucking care, you deserved that.”

“Meanie-beanie.”

“Jesus, get a room.” Gran Torino shoves both of them into the kitchen. You are surprised that he knows this slang at his age but you decide against voicing your feelings because you value your life… and your nose.

Izuku still looks guilty and sad but there is a tired smile on his face now. You are so glad his old mentor came over to talk to him. You have a feeling that no one else would have been able to talk sense into his hard little head right now as kindness clearly didn’t even penetrate that thick skull of his.

“When shit goes down, smack him with a hammer.” You nod to yourself, accidentally saying the whole sentence out loud. Izuku gulps. “In the game I’m playing, I mean!”

“Sweets…?”

“Please, just forget I said that. I beg you.” You look at your boyfriend pleadingly. Izuku just sighs.

“Please don’t actually smack me with a hammer. I hate that feeling. I would rather be smacked in the face by a whole building.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“What is your relationship status again?” Gran Torino asks, utterly confused.

“Same as mine and Eijirous.” Katsuki laughs, clearly knowing he’s about to confuse the poor old man even more.

“…just get that phone.” The old man sighs, clearly too tired for this shenanigan.

Izuku runs into the bedroom like a good boy.

You can’t help but take a really deep breath; this friend group is getting more manic but somehow, you still manage to keep up with them, because at the end of the day… There is no family without a little bit of drama here and there.

… to be continued!

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Potato ramble:

- Jeeeeeeez this chapter was so long! I hope you enjoyed it!

- If you miss cheeky Deku… the next chapter will have some “food” for you! Maybe too much food… sorry in advance.

- You see, I had a hard time deciding if Deku making such a mistake is OOC or not but then I remembered how he went all vigilante before so I was like “yeah, he probably thinks he’s doing the right thing”.

- Thank you for the anon who asked about Toshinori’s side of the story! I hope you enjoy his POV! 🩷 thank you for sending me such a lovely message!

- What are we thinking about Deku’s photoshoot idea? And what about his piercing idea? What if I say I have a fan art ready about him in that attire? *hides*

- Send me your thoughts, guys! I’m always happy to hear from you and I hear anything I really like I usually put it in the next chapter so go one, fire those fingers and tap tap tap!! :P 💜 see you next week! (I hope)

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Oh my god!!! I really didn't expect this, you girl want me dead, I already want to read the next part!! What are you doing to me?😭😭😭 I'm really curious about what will happen in the next part, and I really want to know Toshinori's reaction to Izuku's decision, but one thing is for sure: the reader will handle everything well... or not? I'm so scared😭😭 Thank you for your hard work, take care of yourself😘😘

You see, this is why I like to write after posting a chapter, I kinda forgot the impact this has on Toshinori!!! I’ll try to fit it in before I post the new chapter because that’s a good point!

Reader is YOU so she’s a badass, I think! She’s also sooooo in love, Izuku could finish All for One’s job and she would be there with him (okay, maybe not, she would probably make sure to stop that silly bozo.)

Don’t worry, these guys have been through so much together, this is nothing to them. It will be sorted in the next chapter! :P

…. Which hopefully comes next week. I really want to keep posting them properly, at least until I run out of written content 😂

Thank you for your message, these make my life so much better I’m so happy to be able to talk about the chapter with everyone again! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 22 - The hero Gala

Summary: The cat is out of the bag - Izuku is in trouble.

Warnings: swear words, mentions of sexual shenanigans, angst - IM SORRY GUYS

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1st Chapter Master List Support the potato

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Izuku’s friends tried their best to change Izuku’s mind about the whole Gala situation but their words fell on deaf ears every time; Izuku was adamant that he has no rights to be there and no one could change his mind, not even you.

There was a weird tension in the air between you two after the trip was over; Izuku went back into his shell right as you opened the door to his apartment and the only time you managed to make him smile was when you sneaked under his covers and cheekily kissed his thighs while giggling to yourself like a child or other cheeky shenanigans. Apparently, Izuku adores moments like that; when he is loved, appreciated, without the need to prove himself worthy. Izuku loves to be loved, especially by you, and even though you never ask for anything back he’s always keen to do the same for you and by the look of it, he enjoys it just as much as he enjoys “receiving”.

“Sweets, love me.” Izuku mutters into your neck on a sunny afternoon, right before the hero Gala. First, you have a slight urge to laugh and remind the greenette that you love him every day but then you realize his whole body is rigid and you stay quiet.

Something is wrong and that something is connected to the hero gala, you are sure of it, but you don’t ask questions; you just let your fingers rake through Izuku’s messy locks, you play with his scalp and the back of his ears, and Izuku closes his eyes and sighs, his breaths long, deep and full of lust.

“You like it when I play with your hair?” You finally ask him, and Izuku blushes like a schoolboy.

“A little bit too much, to be honest.” He giggles. “But it works. I don’t think there is enough blood left in my brain to overthink.” Izuku sheepishly admits.

This conversation makes you think about your first time with Izuku; it has only been a few days since but you feel like you’ve been intimate with him for so much longer; it just feels so right to be together in that way, to show how much you love the other without the need of words. On that first day, you grabbed Izuku’s hair from the back and pulled it, and the sweet sound Izuku had made will forever live in your head rent free. Seeing Izuku vulnerable and worked up is your new favorite thing; mostly, because you know that with you, he can let himself go completely, clear his mind and just be himself. It’s good for you and it’s good for him.

But you also start to get concerned that your random acts of love became a way for him to distract himself from this problem he’s facing right now and you really don’t want this new kind of love to become a bad memory for him.

“Can I be honest with you?” You mumble into his hair, a little bit terrified to continue.

“Sweets, of course.”

“I… I’m scared.” You admit. “I feel like I’ve made a mistake. I’ve been trying to cheer you up and make you happy but I feel like… now, every time you feel anxious you try to… well.. get cheeky with me but I want these moments to be happy, to be about us… I might be selfish, but…”

“Stop.” Izuku jumps into your words, a little bit offended. “I would never use your body for such a thing and if I ever do, I’ll tell you and ask for your permission to do that. You are the love of my life and while yeah, it is a really good way to distract myself from the turmoil in my head, the only thing I think about during our time together is you and you only. Us doing things so frequently since has nothing to do with my anxiety. I just love loving you. I love how there is no one but us in those moments. I love the way you feel, the way you smell, I love to see how much you enjoy my touches. It’s like a drug to me. Please, never say such thing ever again because it breaks my heart.” Izuku finally finishes and you feel terrible now.

“I’m so sorry, Izu, I just…”

“You just don’t understand how much I love you. And I get that. It’s hard to understand that you can mean so much to another person. Even if you are… mentally okay… everyone is a bit judgmental when it comes to their own self.” Izuku smiles and kisses your lips to prove his point even further. “But Sweets, you are everything to me. Even if the world falls apart, even is loose all my memories, I’ll forever come back to you. There is no path in life where I don’t end up right here at the end of the journey. I kiss you because I need you, I love you because I can’t get enough of you. I might be a little bit too clingy thanks to the fact that my brain wants me to believe that me being the way I am now is not the same person you fell in love with but I know it’s all bullshit. I just need a lot of validation right now. And maybe I’m seeking it by being intimate with you. Hm. Maybe you had a point.” Izuku rambles and you can’t help but laugh.

“Those therapy sessions are really good for you. Look at you self-analyzing yourself!”

“I know, right?” Izuku laughs, slowly moving up to tower over you. “So can you do that to my hair again? I’ve been so good today. So so good.” He grins, clearly aware of how cringe his is right now.

“Nope. You ruined it.” You push the man away and run into the kitchen to sit down by the table cluttered with drawing materials. “I need to finish this commission, anyway!”

Izuku stays put for an hour then sneaks under the table while you’re distracted by all the different kind of greens you need to choose from for pro hero Deku’s hair.

“Hey.” Izuku looks up at you from between your legs with a big, hungry grin on his face and… let’s just say he gets what he wants afterwards.

This man will be the death of you.

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The evening is a blur. You two sit down on the sofa when the time comes; Izu looks restless, stressed, absolutely out of it, he doesn’t cuddle, he doesn’t come close, he just sits by the TV, his right leg bouncing up and down and you are five seconds away from yelling at him; no, not because it’s annoying, but because there is something he’s hiding and you really do not appreciate being left out of something so important and you hate how you are incapable of helping because Izuku does not let you in on this one.

The gala starts and the fellow heroes make their grand entrance; Katsuki and Eijiou look gorgeous in their tailored suits, elegant but deadly, Kyouka is wearing a beautiful frilly dress, all black, and her favorite boots, she reminds you of Avril Lavigne but more extreme. It takes 10 minutes for the interviewer to question the number one hero’s absence; Izuku’s leg stops moving and he stares at his feet, not even looking at the screen. You usually love watching the gala; the beautiful dresses, the smile on the heroes faces but today, you are dreading it; there is a static coming from TV, but maybe it’s coming from Izuku’s uncontrollable quirk, the colors are faded but maybe that’s only in your head, it’s weirdly dark and something is just wrong, so wrong you can’t shake the feeling off.

“What have you done…” you look at your boyfriend, because you can’t do this anymore.

“Sweets…”

“What have you done, Izuku?!” You ask again, frustrated. You can barely finish your sentence before the event officially starts; the 10th hero gets announced, then the list goes up to the top three… you already know something is up when there is only 3 places left but there are four people, the top four still seated in the crowd, or in Izuku’s case, at home. The camera zooms in at Katsuki, who looks angry and disheveled, nothing like he looked like a few minutes ago. Katsuki is clever and he definitely knows how to count. Kirishima has concern etched into his face, already up the podium as a fellow top 10 hero. He probably hates not being there for his partner. There is anger boiling inside you from seeing how this beautiful event was completely ruined for these people.

“Before we move to the top three, I would like to play a video we got from our Number One hero, Deku.” The retired hero who was asked to hold the ceremony announces with an utterly confused face.

… And then you understand what’s going on.

“Hey there, my fellow hero partners and everyone in Japan.” Izuku’s voice is firm and confident or at least it sounds like it but you know it’s all a fucking act. “I’m really sorry for not coming to the Gala in person but I have a feeling I would be killed by friends if I do.” He smiles sadly. “First of all, I want to thank everyone for keeping me on the first place for so long. It has been a pleasure and I do feel I worked hard enough to get to that first place but it wouldn’t have been possible without all of you. But…” this is a bad dream. This is not real. This can’t be fucking real. “It’s time for me to give this opportunity to someone else. As you all know, I’ve been out of commission for a while now and it will take a long time for me to heal. Until my body is ready to earn your votes, until I’m able to thank you by saving as many people as I can, I would like to announce my temporary retirement from the hero business.” In the background, Katsuki stands up and is about to leave the event. Kyouka stops him. Katsuki yells but it’s not audible. More heroes come over to tame the beast. Eijirou looks like he’s about to cry, his eyes full of longing as he looks at his partner, his best friend, struggling while he’s standing on the podium. “Once I’m ready, I want to earn your votes with my actions. I want and I will earn my spot back in the future. But for now, I want you guys to move on without me. Thank you for everything. I can’t wait to see the new Number One hero. Kacchan, make me proud.”

Katsuki cries. But not from happiness.

“I don’t want it!” Katsuki yells so loudly it’s audible. “I don’t fucking want it! It’s not mine! It’s not…” the first sob leaves Katsuki’s mouth and that’s the last straw for Eijirou; he jumps off the podium and runs towards Katsuki, completely ruining the gala.

Izuku jumps up from the sofa and leaves without a word, leaving droplets of tears on the floor as he runs by. You have no idea what to do. You want to run after Izuku, you want to run to the gala, to be there for Katsuki, because in the last few weeks, he and Eijirou became family to you. You are also extremely mad and disappointed in your Izuku so you have a selfish thought of letting him stew in his own juice; but you need to be an adult here, you need to think about Izuku’s mental health, about the reason why Izuku is going to therapy in the first place, you need to be the bigger man, put your anger aside and help him get through it.

Yes, the Gala was ruined, but in a fucked up way, Izuku wasn’t wrong; the doctors did say he won’t be able to be back to work for a couple of months and he probably won’t be at his best for the next few months after, so technically speaking, he would have lost his first place by next year anyway. Ripping of the bandaid now instead of watching your rank go further and further down while you are supposed to be stress-free would have done more harm than good.

The problem here is the way Izuku did the deed but at the same time, there is no way Katsuki would have let him do this even if it’s the right thing to do.

On the screen, Katsuki and Eijirou leaves the Gala while the poor spoke-person tries to save the event.

There is no way they are not headed this way. Which means you MUST get Izuku out of his stupor before they arrive. The event was held 1 hour away; that is if they use a taxi. Knowing how angry Katsuki is, he’ll fucking fly through the sky and arrive without Eijirou in less than 20 minutes, leaving the blonde without the only person who can restrain him if he looses his shit.

You could close the back door but Katsuki would break through anyway. They also have a spare key. There is no point.

20 minutes.

“Fuck.” You pull yourself together and run towards Izuku’s secret office entrance; you don’t need to see him going that way to know that’s where he went. Your phone rings in your pocket; there is a message from Izuku’s mom and a missed call from Eijirou; you quickly message his mom back saying you have it under control and it’s all good, then you call the red haired man back who can’t stop rambling for the life of him.

“Dude, I can’t understand what you are saying.” You mumble angrily as you run through the small corridor. “But if this is about Katsuki flying though the city to kick Izuku’s ass, I had a hunch and I’m trying my best to sort him him out so he can at least communicate with him.” You end the call without waiting for a response. You have twenty minutes to get Izuku out of his office, if not, Katsuki will explode the small hidden room and you will all die from smoke inhalation… wait, does he even know about this room? Oh, he does. He doesn’t know how to open it, though. Not like it really matters, he is a clever man so it would take him a few minutes to find out the “code”. He knows Izuku better than he knows the back of his own pretty, smooth hands.

“Go away” Izuku mumbles right as you put the code in and open the door. “I said GO AWAY” Blackwhip surges forward but you are not scared; Izuku would never hurt you.

“PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT BELONGS, MIDORIYA IZUKU!” You yell; black whip shakes a bit and retreats. Izuku looks like a deer caught in the headlights, utterly surprised by your stern voice.

“I’m… so… Sorry.” Izuku stares at the floor, embarrassed. He’s still crying. You want to give him a hug but you also want to pummel him to the floor (not in a cheeky way.)

“No, I get it, and I get why you did what you did but we have 15 minutes before Katsuki barges through the back door and I don’t want our love nest to explode so let’s make a plan and let’s wait for that angry Pomeranian outside. If he ruins any of my plants, I’ll kill him myself, though. I worked really hard to make them look this pretty.”

Izuku looks at you like he can’t believe what he’s hearing; there is so much fondness in his eyes, so much love it almost makes you forget that the man is in trouble.

“You are the best girlfriend in the whole wide world, do you know that?”

“Well, you can show me your appreciation later, now let’s get ready for battle.”

Izuku says nothing but smiles; he takes your hand and lets you pull him towards the exit.

“A fated battle between two men, as Ochako would say.” Izuku smiles to himself, eyes still full of tears. You roll your eyes.

“Fated battle between two idiots, I would rather say.”

“Fair point.”

Honestly, at this point, you don’t remember how it feels to have a normal life. You’ve changed so much in the last few months your own parents would probably think you are an alien in their daughter’s body which might sound like a bad thing but it’s quite the opposite; you’ve become stronger, better, kinder but you’ve also learned how to say no, how to stand up for yourself, how to be your own person. You’ll be always grateful for this weird bunch for helping find yourself after being lost for years.

“Explodo-boy is about to land. Take a deep breath, Izu.” You mumble as you see a flaming meteor in the sky coming closer and closer.

“This is how I die.”

This retort earns Izuku a big smack to the back of his fluffy head.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Eyyyo, sorry for the angst but it had to happen! I tried to be nice and not actually end the chapter with a really bad cliffhanger so please appreciate me trying. Haha.

- I only have two chapters to write (this is real life time, you guys have a few more chapters! For now, it should end with Chapter 26.) but I think I’m gonna post the ones I have ready, so I can read your feedback and maybe add some extra chapters or put some of your ideas into the existing ones. This means there is going to be a bit of delay again in the future, but hopefully, not months, but a week or two. I don’t really like writing without hearing your thoughts first but I’m also not in the right mind space to keep posting every week so it’s the devil’s cycle really.

I enjoy writing to you but I enjoy writing together with you even more! So feel free to share your thoughts or things you want to read about; this is your last chance to speak up! 💜

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @themultifandomgirl @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai @happydragonfrog @eeerreehhh @vinivave @alyss-eiz @sleepisfortheweakpooh

[kitthepurplepotato]

Good evening and morning, I don't know what time it is for you, but I wish you a good day and night. Your last chapter made me cry (in a good way, I was so happy you were back). Take care of yourself, don’t pressure yourself and I wish you nothing but the best.💕💕💕💕 Love, Anon

Oh bless your heart 😭 thank you very much for your kind words, it really means the world to me. I really hoped there are at least a few people who didn’t forget about this fic and I really hoped it will make their day so I’m so happy it worked the way I wanted 🩷 I wish you a lovely week and see you in a few days (double chapter this week!!!)

I’ll take it easy, I swear; Hence I have the next chapter already up ready to be posted so I don’t overwhelm myself! Baby steps! 💜

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 21 - Let’s ignore the elephant in the room.

Summary: Y/N learns more about the people who live in Izuku’s head. No, she doesn’t think Izuku needs to see a therapist. Izuku already does that anyway.

Izuku also acts weird when it comes to the Hero Gala… what is he hiding?

(Is this how you write a summary? Hell, I’ve been away for too long.)

First Chapter Master List Ko-fi

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Somewhere in the near future

Y/N’s Diary entry #145

Life has been great. Too great, to be honest.

I was loved and appreciated and my side hustle helped me to get enough money to feel safe in case something goes wrong. No more stress about being a burden or feeling useless. Sounds great, right?

It was… it was great. Everything was splendid.

I knew something will happen in the future. I knew it can’t stay this good forever.

But I didn’t think the reality will hit me this hard.

The funny thing is, that it isn’t even about me. My life is still… great. But seeing my loved ones in so much pain is worse than being in it myself. The tears, the loud sobs, the sound of choking on air in the middle of a breakdown… these things live in my head rent-free, they keep me up at night and mess up my mornings and I hate how I’m completely unable to do anything to help my loved ones.

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“I know we usually go from number ten to number one, but tonight… it will be different.” The entrepreneur announced on the hero gala without a single smile, shaking and kinda broken. No one clapped. They just sat in silence, their eyes the size of saucers, their anxiety clear even through the screen of the TV. “I have a letter from our favorite number one pro hero, Deku. Now let me read it for you.”

I knew right at that moment… that things won’t be same anymore.

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Back to the present.

“Do you think we went a bit unhinged in there?” You mumble to yourself as you enjoy the hot water of the onsen. Izuku looks at you questioningly, not really understanding what this is about; feeling his gaze on you after everything you two have just done it’s a little bit… well… embarrassing? No, it’s not the right word to use. It’s a pleasant feeling but it also makes you shy away a little bit. You feel like that meme that’s circulating the internet about wives getting shy around their long-term husbands after getting… well… loved hard. Now, there is two problems with this; first of all, it was your first time with him (plus you’ve only been together for a few months), second of all, your time together was anything but… hard. It was soft but scorching hot like a marshmallow being cooked by a fireplace. It was the exact opposite of what that wife was going through in that one meme.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… we are a bit too much, aren’t we?” You try to make yourself a bit easier to understand and by the look of it, Izuku gets it; but instead of getting shy about it, he just gives you a massive, adorable smile then moves into your personal space to answer you while your lips are almost touching.

This man will be the death of you.

“Is it weird to be obsessed with my girlfriend?” Izuku closes the distance, his lips moving on your own as he speaks. It makes your heart beat out of rhythm and you feel the familiar warmth in your tummy again, only half an hour after your cheeky shenanigans.

You blame it on the hot water, because otherwise… How insatiable can you be?!

“I mean, it might look weird to other people. But I guess I’m no better than you and if you are okay with it then so am I?” You answer with your eyes half lidded, anticipating the kiss you are so hungry for.

“I don’t give a fuck what others think, Sweets. Not when it comes to you.” Izuku grumbles in a deep voice and finally puts his lips back on yours for a chaste kiss. You can’t help but giggle.

“Did Kacchan’s soul just infiltrate you for a second there?”

“Nah, but my answer was heavily influenced by one of the vestiges inside me. He doesn’t talk much but when he does, he has a strong opinion.”

“They… talk to you?” You look up at your boyfriend with pure wonder. This is the first time you hear about this; he told you about feeling the old wielders inside him but he never clarified on what level he can communicate with them. In your head, you thought it’s more like a second conscience, like you can feel it when they are angry or happy about whatever is happening around Izuku but that’s about it.

“Yeah, I…” Izuku moves his face away from you but his arm snakes around your middle to pull you closer. You put your head on his chest, ready to hear his story. It’s something you do quite frequently; you put your head on his chest or in his lap while Izuku tells you unheard tales about stuff he’s been through. “You see, it’s really embarrassing to tell someone that there are several other people living inside my head, taking over my own thoughts sometimes. I don’t want to end up in a mental hospital… not like you would ever do something like that, but… I’m sorry I kept this a secret.”

“How does it work?” You take Izuku’s free hand in your own and start playing with it, trying your best not to sound so nosy. You fail.

“They… well… uhh, this is so hard.” He giggles. “They aren’t constant… they jump into my head once in a while when they have a strong opinion about something but they let me live my own life and they try their best not to interfere nor influence my decisions. They talk to me during battles, help me with strategies, I can also close my eyes and talk to them if I want to or need to. During my dark days, right after the accident I sometimes managed to completely zone them out. They weren’t happy about that.” Izuku admits.

“What were they thinking about us?” You try to change the topic because there is no way in hell you want Izuku to start getting all nostalgic and sad right now.

“They teased the shit out of me for being a coward. They knew about my feelings sooner than I did. They haven’t said too much but when they did they were… let’s just say I have a full ass “SweetZuku” ship gang inside my head.” He giggles, leaving a tiny kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t worry, they love you. Especially the first wielder. And the second, even if he denies it.”

“Tell them I said hi.” You mutter sleepily, way too comfortable in this position.

“You made them really happy by saying that. Maybe, in the future we could try and talk to them together.” Izuku smiles, elated from being understood.

“I would love that. Thank you, Izu… and the gang.” You giggle, moving your head towards Izuku’s to give him another kiss.

“I hope this kiss is only for me though. I’m a really giving guy, but I’m not sharing you.”

You laugh out loud; this reminds you of the time when Izuku got so jealous of that poor fan who asked for a selfie with you that his black whip came out in the middle of a meet and greet, scaring the shit out of the staff while the fans just took it as “fan service” and wrote poems about how cool it was to see black whip in action.

“I’m aware of that, Izu. Way too aware.” You giggle yourself as you keep peppering kisses on your boyfriend’s mouth.

“Sorry, it won’t change.” Izuku announces proudly and you are so proud of him that you are about to cry; this might sound like a red flag from anyone else, but seeing Izuku finally sticking to his opinion instead of trying to change for other people is such a big step up compared to his old self you can’t help but feel pride swelling in your chest because hell, you did that. It was a long struggle but finally, your work has payed off.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I know you wouldn’t harm anyone nor me and it’s in your rights to be protective over your loved one so please, keep being jealous, it’s kinda hot, anyway.”

“Wow.” Izuku looks at you incredulously, extremely entertained by your answer. “I’ll… do my best to be healthily jealous then. I love the way you looked at me when I said that. In your words - it was kinda hot.” He gives you a massive grin.

“Going back to our original conversation…” you give Izuku a knowing smile. “We are really weird, but I really fucking like it.”

“That’s my girl.”

… yeah, you are definitely insatiable. There is no other explanation to why are you two heavily making out in the scorching hot onsen right now, absolutely ignoring the dizziness from being in the hot water for so long.

“Jesus Christ, can you stop making out so loud?!” Comes Kyouka’s voice from the other side of the massive privacy fence. “I’m trying to relax here!”

“Wanna take this to the bedroom, Sweets?” Izuku looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I heard that!”

“He knows!” You yell to your friend as you crawl out of the water, stumbling to your towel while Izuku’s eyes move from your head to your toes shamelessly, clearly enjoying the “5 star view”. You really want to comment on it but after doing the same only a few hours ago, you have no rights to do so. “Come on, let Kyouka enjoy her solitude.”

“Yes, madam!”

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“Yup, they fucked.” Kaminari declares with a straight face, once he opens the door.

You really want to lie and say you have no idea why Kaminari thinks that’s true, because surprisingly enough, you did look into the mirror before and coming here and you did try to sort yourself out but… there are things you can’t really hide with make up; for instance, your eyes that shine like a fucking star got stuck in your irises or Izuku’s puffy lips and pink neck, still ruddy from all the kisses.

After the onsen… you two… well… uhm…

Let’s just say you couldn’t forget how Izu said he’s never done certain things in bed and that he was always on the giving side and never on the receiving side… So once you two were inside the four walls you decided to show him some other things he might have missed. You are quite sure you lost your voice during the “process” but it was absolutely worth it and Izuku got hooked on the new type of intimacy and came up with ideas of his own and… well, yeah. You are limping a little bit. Just a tiny bit. Mostly because of all the “leg training” but there’s also that other factor that you can’t even say out loud because you two are too fucking sweet to say those things. And all of these things had happened out of love so… there is no need to make it sound dirty. You two had a good time but maybe went a bit too far. Oh well, it happens.

“I really have an urge to yell about the audacity of coming to my humble abode looking like a wreck but if I would need to suffer another day with you two eye fucking each other at my table I’d probably explode myself to the other world, so just shut up and sit down.” Katsuki mutters, also with a straight face and Eijirou just sighs at that.

“At least they are not denying it. I remember you telling everyone a week ago that you got beaten up in a “secret mission” when…”

“OH MY GOD THERE WAS NO SECRET MISSION?!” Denki hollers out loud. “

“Nope. Just me. Sorry.” Eijirou gives the group the biggest grin known to mankind, not even flinching when Katsuki slaps him in the face with a kitchen towel.

After the group is finally distracted, everyone sits down to eat another gorgeous meal made by Katsuki himself, mostly talking about hero stuff and Rody’s shenanigans. The night goes well, until Kyouka brings up the hero rankings. Izuku’s whole body stiffens next to you as Kyouka starts to talk about the dress she decided on for the big event next week; the whole gang chimes in with their own choice of clothing, showing pictures on their phones back and forth, completely indifferent to the turmoil in Izuku who just stares at his leftovers and plays with a little pea in his bowl. You wordlessly try to console him by taking his clenched hand into yours; he clenches it so hard you almost yell out loud from the pain.

Something is wrong. Really wrong.

“What are you gonna wear to the Gala, Izuku?” Kirishima asks, eyes full of excitement but it changes into a look of concern once he takes a better look at the greenette.

“I’m not going to this one.”

Someone’s butter knife hits the table. Someone chokes on their drink. Everyone processes the information differently but one thing is identical; everyone looks at Izuku like he’d grown another head.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Kyouka looks at Izuku, utterly dumbfounded.

“You are the Number One hero of this country.” Katsuki sneers. “It’s your fucking responsibility to show your cute little freckled face and make sure people know you are still there for them.” Katsuki said these words with venom in his voice; you are extremely surprised to hear Katsuki’s tone so harsh.

“I’m not there for them though, am I?” Izuku snaps back with his eyes full of tears. “I can’t fight their battles. I can’t help them. You can’t possibly ask me to show up and be all smiley and “cute” when my whole fucking career is in shambles!”

Everyone steps back for a second. There is an awkward, tension-filled silence at the table and you have no idea what to do; Izuku’s words make sense but they also don’t and you really don’t know who to stand with.

“Like it or not, he has a point.” Eijirou puts his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “As you can see, he’s still not okay. Let him sit this one out. It’s not worth ruining his amazing day.”

“He ruined it for himself when he started fucking yelling at me.” Katsuki stands up from the table, clearly shaken up by the whole situation; Katsuki might look like a strong person but he’s actually really sensitive; you can clearly see how wet his eyes are when he stomps into his room and slams the door on everyone.

“Kacchan!” Izuku is the next one to leave the table, running after the blonde with nothing but guilt in his teary eyes. Everyone just stares at the drama in utter silence, not really sure how to help or what to do to save this evening.

Thankfully, the fact that everyone at this table is an grown ass adult, the drama sizzles out after half an hour; Izuku and Katsuki emerges from the bedroom after some yelling and banging is heard from the other side of the door; their eyes are red rimmed and cheeks blotchy but they have their arms around each other’s shoulders and everything looks “okay”; or at least for the rest of the group who sigh happily when the two joins the Netflix-binge on the couch. Not you, though. You look at Izuku intensely, you look at the way his mouth smiles but the edges are still facing downwards, and you realize that something is still wrong; Izuku is hiding something, from the group, and from you.

Something is wrong but everyone ignores it, too happy to have the “good vibes back”.

You really feel the urge to yell at the group to look closely, to find a solution for the problem before someone gets hurt but all these heroes worked their asses off to have these few days off and you don’t have the heart to ruin their good time nor ruin Izuku’s only time where he can be out and about, far away from those four walls he is not used to be surrounded by for more than a few hours.

Will this decision bite you in the ass in the near future? Probably. Will you regret this decision a few days later? Yes… But you can’t help but smile when Izuku’s weird half-smile becomes a real one as he sits down on the sofa, snuggles into your arms while his legs end up on Katsuki’s lap who plays with the hem of his trousers in a weird, affectionate way.

“Are you okay?” You mutter into Izuku’s ears.

“No.” Izuku admits and your whole world turns upside down. “But one day…” he looks around his friends, who are all snuggled together on the sofa enjoying each other’s company, not knowing when the next time will be when they can be together like this. “One day, I’ll be okay. And that’s good. I’m happy with that for now. Sometimes, it needs to get worse before it gets better, you know.” Izuku smiles at you with a sad, but genuine smile and your heart skips a beat once again. You are so far gone for this man it’s ridiculous.

“It will all make sense, eventually.” You leave a tiny kiss on Izuku’s fluffy curls and turn back towards the TV. “I’m not worried, because if you ever get lost, I’ll be there to show you the right way.”

“And I’m counting on it.” Izuku smiles, but somehow, the sentence brought some weird eerie vibe into the room.

You try your best to read between the lines but you feel like there is a missing piece to this puzzle.

Ahh, let’s not overthink it for today. There is always a “tomorrow” to sort that shit out.

… Next Chapter!

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TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @themultifandomgirl @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai @happydragonfrog @eeerreehhh @vinivave @alyss-eiz @sleepisfortheweakpooh

Potato ramble:

- Long time no see, guys. I know I have a lot of explanation to do but I’ll spare you from the gruesome details as I genuinely think no one deserves to even go through all the shit I’ve suffered even through another person.

But if you want to get a short version then here you are, but you don’t need to read it if you don’t want to.

The short story is: I’ve had two traumatic experiences in the last 3 years which made me extremely weak mentally but I always pushed through by saying “until this one person is with me I’ll be fine.” Well, this person stabbed me in the back in the most evil way, while I was the weakest, which ended up completely ruining me and traumatizing me once more (therapist’s words, not mine, I’m not being overly dramatic, just factual.) I live far away from my small family (2 hours with a plane) and I didn’t want to run away from my new home as I knew I’ll never have the balls to come back all alone so I had to endure all of my mental struggles without my family’s support. The only reason I’m still alive is my friends and my family who worked their asses off to keep me alive through the phone, and my work colleagues who never let me out of their sight and called me over so I don’t have time to think. I also have a therapist now which does wonders. So yeah, I literally didn’t have the mental energy to even give you guys a heads up.

I’m still struggling and I’ll probably never be the same but I’m trying my hardest; I gained all the weight back that I’ve lost (I was 45 kg to start with so me losing weight really wasn’t a good thing, I literally looked like a skeleton it was a nightmare), I started working out (in a healthy way) and I’m trying to get back to my old self. Please be patient with me.

- I have 3 or four chapters already written hence I decided to start posting again! I wanted to wait until the full story is done but I miss communicating with you and I also like to hear your thoughts before I write a chapter hence I decided to yolo it and start posting but please be patient with me. I still have breakdowns sometimes and I’m having a hard time writing about romantic things as my whole life is in shambles. But I really like this story (and the Kirishima one too! You will need to wait a little bit longer though 😭) so I decided to try and finish it.

- On a more positive note; look at my new rainbow flat! There is MHA in every single corner, even in the toilet btw, I’m living that best single life right now with my purple sofa, a magenta rug and fairy lights! With that said, see you in the next chapter! Please send me your thoughts 🩷 (Also, there is some angst incoming but this is the last one. Only good things after that!)

[kitthepurplepotato]

Hope you have a nice break and don't pressure yourself to anything. 🩵🩵🩵

-selfindulgenthoe

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Hey how are you? Hope everything is alright and take care of yourself and be kind to yourself🤗💞

Oh my god I missed so many of your kind messages guys 😭 I’m so sad I wasn’t in the right mindset to even check tumblr because around the time this message was posted, I really needed to hear that.

Oh well. Better late than never.

Thank you very much for this lovely message 🩷🩷🩷

[kitthepurplepotato]

Hey!!

It's been a while since I've opened Tumblr and needless to say this was the first place i checked. You're writing is still amazing and so genuinely heartfelt. I adore each story you've written so far and all the drawings you've sprinkled in recently.

I just wanted to say hi again and remind you of how awesome you are here! It's always so nice to get a pick me up from your stories. I really hope you're doing okay and to also say take your time. Any choice you'll make we'll support you with! I love you and your works so much!! Take care ❤️

I’m so bloody late, but thank you very much for your kind words. Sadly, life isn’t treating me too well right now but I’m working really hard to get back into writing it’s just really hard to write about romance and sakura leaves when your own heart is broken into pieces.

BUT! I re-read my Deku x reader story and I actually have a few chapters ready. If I can finish one more then I’ll start posting it weekly!

Thank you for your kindness and understanding and I hope I’ll see you in the comment section 🩷

[kitthepurplepotato]

Hi I just wanted to say I love your stories and I hope you're doing well (this is my first time writing to someone on Tumblr and I'm a little nervous and English is my second language so sorry if I made any mistakes). I just wanted you to know I REALLY LOVE your stories and I hope you're doing well!!! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!🥳🥳 thanks for all your hard work!!❤️❤️

Thank you very much for your kind message! English is my second language too, so I can understand how nerve-wracking it can be! Thank you for choosing me as your first and I am sorry for replying so late.

I’m glad you enjoy my content, I’m working really hard to be able to come back and finish my stories! I’m sorry for the long wait, I swear I am trying.

I hope you had a lovely Christmas and your new year is full of new adventures! Plus Ultra! 🩷

[kitthepurplepotato]

Update!

I’m alive but still void of emotions. (Is that even a word?)

Sadly I’m genuinely incapable of writing still. I’m thinking about my stories a lot though, not like that makes the wait for you guys any better.

Please enjoy this silly little thing. I’m literally drawing 90% of my free time, if you struggle with anxiety and depression I can 100% recommend trying to draw or color because it’s so much healthier than devouring a bottle of wine to soothe your troubled soul *coughs*

(Btw I still don’t know how the fuck to draw and I’m too unfocused to research the basics so if it’s not too good, that’s why. 😂 thank you @porusuniverse for trying to help me understand how to draw a human being! She’s the only reason my stuff is at least decent lol)

Context: this takes place a few years after UA. Kirishima, Mina and Bakugou went to the “Sakura cliff” which is a hidden gem in their town only locals know about. Bakugou really enjoys photography these days and Mina likes to pose, so… :D

Tell me which version you prefer I couldn’t choose and my friend went 50/50 on it, thanks for nothing, fam! 😂💜

(Please do not repost but feel free to reblog, it will make me happy 💜)