squishytenya

[squishytenya]

mma!bakugo who just so happens to train at the gym that you part-time at on the weekends (front desk stuff, bookkeeping, etc) and has always been a bit scary from afar bc he's got this constant scowl as if he's got a bone to pick with just about anyone and anything who crosses his path, but his coach (also ur boss) assures you that he's a big softie once you get to know him. you tell him in no uncertain terms that you think you're good, thanks.

mma!bakugo who's always the first one in and the last one out on your shifts, who's got shit manners but always holds the door open for you and sometimes you swear you can catch him watching you as you go about cleaning some of the equipment but goes tomato red whenever you catch him in the act and immediately yeets off to work on drills for about half an hour before he'll glance at you again.

mma!bakugo who doesn't know how good he looks when he's wiping sweat from his chin or chugging water from his massive 2-liter water bottle, a trickle of cold water dripping down his chin to run down his neck, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps down the water, smacking his lips as he wipes his mouth on the back of his bandaged hand; doesn't notice the way that every girl (and a lot of the guys tbh) are staring at him, but he'll glance towards where he saw you last, standing helping a new guy sign up for the gym membership, smiling and laughing, and he knows it's what you're supposed to do but it doesn't stop the way his gut twists or the way he goes way too hard at the punching bag, hard enough for his coach to hike an eyebrow and ask what's gotten into him today? it's not like him to "lose control" like this

mma!bakugo who never calls you by your name where other ppl can hear, always says like "hey sweetcheeks, can you hand me a water?" or "dollface, can you do me a favor?" and you'd always roll your eyes and remind him that "that's not my name, bakugou-kun," even as you're doing whatever thing he asked for anyway.

mma!bakugo who keeps quiet and watches when a guy tries to hit on you (unsuccessfully) bc he knows you can handle yourself, but the moment the guy reaches out to try and put hands on you, he's on his feet, stalking across the gym to shove his way between the pair of you like "oi. she ain't interested." and by now, everyone's gone quiet, their eyes trained on him and the guy and you; the guy sizes bakugou up, puffing out his chest for a second, but the next, he seems to notice the thick cords of muscles braiding down bakugou's arms, the expertly wrapped knuckles on both his hands, and he puts two and two together fast enough to know that this really isn't a fight he should be picking.

so he scoffs and makes as if he weren't ever really that interested anyway, turning around and muttering beneath his breath that you weren't even that pretty to begin with.

"thanks," you say, but bakugo just frowns and cocks his head.

"don't let anyone talk to you like that, got it?" and there's still that signature grit to his voice, the sharpness to his eyes, but something about it is different today -- it's ever so slightly softer than he usually is. he opens his mouth like he's about to say something more but pauses at the last second and turns around, shoulders a little hunched, and you could swear you can see the tips of his ears go red.

mma!bakugo who, after you get him an omamori from a shrine visit that says "certain victory", can only stare down at his, mouth open, a lil speechless, until he looks up to find you blushing just as hard as he is, purses his lips, clears his throat and glances off towards the side, tucking the charm into his training shorts like "thanks. now i've really got no excuse huh."

mma!bakugo who when he wins (as you knew he would), throws up his hand, the charm you gave him clutched in his palm, catches your eye in the crowd, smirks and jerks his head; when you squeeze your way up to the barrier, he boops your nose with a gloved hand before tugging it off with his teeth, letting it drop to the ground, bending down so his eyes are level with yours, his chest still heaving, his skin flushed from the recent fight, there's a cut on his lip and a bruise blossoming high on his right cheek but neither of you seem to care -- all he can see is you.

he tugs on a loose strand of hair, cocks his head, you smile and glance at the omamori clutched in his hand and say, "guess the lucky charm really worked."

mma!bakugo who hikes an eyebrow at your words before his eyes track down to your lips and he sighs, leaning against the soft barriers, not caring that there are just about seven different cameras trained on the pair of you right now, runs a finger down your jawline till he can tip your chin back --

"or..." his voice is just a little hoarse, his normally bright eyes dark, his pupils nearly completely blown out, a total eclipse of the usual ruby red of his gaze --

"maybe my lucky charm is just you."

[squishytenya]

BNHA Memes #3

Secretary !Y/nXAizawa with Hizashi be like...two introverts wanna pound local twin princess hair extrovert-

[squishytenya]

i made this purely out of self indulgence

[squishytenya]

imagine walking up to katsuki during winter training and just putting his hand up your shirt because he’s a walking heater.

“what’re you doin?” he would ask confused, looking around hoping no one was watching the bizarre interaction.

“heat.” you would say, while grabbing onto his hero costume and pulling him into you so you can shove your face into his chest. Laughing and pulling his glove off of his hand while he tugs it away with a tiny smile. “give my hand back”

“oh you’re hand??” he would ask lowly while holding in a laugh, pushing his hand towards your face while heating it up.

“ahhh my walking heater” you would say pressing his hand into your face harder, trying to get as much heat as you possibly can.

“yeah yeah” he would say while setting his head atop of yours and wrapping his other hand under your shirt and rubbing your back.

[squishytenya]

"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.

"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request. 

"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.

"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion. 

"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page. 

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly. 

"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"

"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?" 

"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you. 

"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."

"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."

You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.

"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips. 

He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"

[squishytenya]

Okayyy there’s a tt trend rn where girls basically off hand refer to their bf as their husband in front of them to see their reaction and i just Know katsuki would Looooove that like 😄😄

yes yes i’ve seen that one !!!!

influencer yn who puts up her phone in the car to film a video. all done to prank him when he slides in the car.

“why’re you filmin’? i got that cheese you like.”

“oooo, thanks!” then you turn to address the camera as he shakes his hand through his hair, “i’m with my husband and we’re gonna do a quick haul of what he got.”

bakugou’s head whips over to you. as soon as the last syllable of the word leaves your lips.

“i’m your husband?” then he looks to the camera, having the word sink in, “yeah, i’m yn’s husband.”

he’s grinning wildly, completely forgotten about the rest of your sentence.

“yeah… can i have your bag to show the people?”

then he blinks over at you, “oh, yeah, yeah. i’ll get the bag for my wife.”

[squishytenya]

i was just watching buzzfeed— dave franco and alison bries couple interviews and if you haven’t done it already, reading thirst traps together?

COUPLES THIRST TWEETS

you and your boyfriend are invited to read thirst tweets on buzzfeed

cw: HERE YOU GO. suggestive. sfw. dialogue based.

“he’s been looking forward to this one.”

bakugou arches an eyebrow. typical crossed arms, way too casual for an interview but this is expected from him. since you’re beside him, he says more than on his own.

“have i?”

“nope. he hates when people thirst over him and over me.”

“people have no BLEEP-ing decorum. unless it’s you sayin’ it to me.”

you laugh looking to the camera, “it’s a good thing i’ll be the one saying it to him today!”

“oh god this one is long. ‘why did nobody tell me how fine dynamight is? i just saw a newspaper cover of him half naked and bloody on my way to work and i’m thinking of going back home to touch myself’.” you cover your mouth when you’re done, giggles rippling through your body.

your boyfriend makes a loud, “hah? no fuckin’ way. see that’s just…” he rips the paper out your hand to read it again.

“you are a hazard. the blood makes you look all ragged and sexy.”

he meets your eyes, pointing at you, “you people are crazy. i was bleedin’.”

“for fucks sake, ‘if yn wants i will be her dog and serve her all day because there is no reason a woman that beautiful should do anything she doesn’t want. wanna eat her ass.’”

you laugh out loud while bakugou skims it again, “why the fuck did they have to add that last part. it was doin’ okay.”

“you think it’s okay someone wants to be my dog?”

bakugou wipes his hand over his face, “nah, these people need to stay away from you.”

“would you be my dog?”

bakugou levels you with a stare. his frown and your sweet smile. it doesn’t last long before he breaks and smiles back at you, “i think i already am.”

“i think i would be able to BLEEP dynamight unlike anybody else. i’d massage him, relax him till he’s sleepy and then finger BLEEP his asshole. he looks like he needs it he’s so uptight.” you gasp, “they said you look like you need a finger up your ass!”

bakugou cannot help an amused, “what? BLEEP you! i’m stressed out all the BLEEP-ing time savin’ the world and in return i’m told i need to get fingered?”

you shrug, “maybe you do? your shoulders are so tight.”

“BLEEP you too, babe.”

“watchin’ interviews with yn and dynamight you know their sex is good. i’ve never seen dynamight so chill and yn laughs like he’s the funniest man on earth.” bakugou reads, then looks up, nonchalantly, “the sex is great.”

you shove him and he chuckles, “what?! they agree!”

“i do not laugh that much,” you shake your head, “the last person saying you look uptight and this one saying youre calm with me.”

“don’t put ideas in their heads,” he nudges his head to the camera, “tell them that the sex is good.”

“it’s alright.”

“baby.”

“great. showstopping. never been done before. amazing—,”

“yn talks and i’m just lookin’ at her tits. dynamight is a lucky man,” bakugou reads in a grumble before looking up in the camera, “BLEEP off.”

“they said you’re a lucky man!”

“yeah i am but that’s code for they wanna BLEEP you. it’s a weird compliment.”

“i look at your tits when you talk.”

“i know you do. i’m the only one with decency.”

“one night with bakugou dynamight katsuki. please please please please. i want him to rail me until i pass out.” you read, “understandable.”

“no thank you.”

you’re smiling, “really? that’s your response?”

“you’d want me to rail them until they pass out?”

you nod, “he’s such a respectful gentleman.”

bakugou grabs your stool and begins to shake it for you to fall off.

“i almost died!”

“if yn and dynamight want a sugar baby i am happy to give my application. i’d have my face in her ass and dynamight’s dick in my—woah—stomach,” bakugou reads, eyes widening at the last part. “her BLEEP-in’ stomach?”

he even frowns at the cameras completely disgusted, “where the BLEEP do you find these people?”

you could laugh at how prude he’s being, like he doesn’t say the same shit to you behind closed doors and you to him. “is that another respectful no then?”

“BLEEP no. you’re enough for me.”

“he’s already got a sugar baby.”

“who?” he blurts, squinting at you.

“me dummy.”

bakugou chuckles, his shoulders jumping. “she’s got her own money, dunno why she’s lyin’.”

you nudge his shoulder, “i like using yours though.”

if he wasn’t in front of the cameras he’d kiss your cheek since you’re leaning so close into him, “that’s alright with me.”

[squishytenya]

thinking of frustrated reader and bakugou maybe disagreeing on some household chores, y/n has something to get ready for so, while the both of them disagree and discuss, yn starts undressing LIKE SIMPLE maybe taking off her sweatpants to put on a skirt or buttoning her shirt to put on a different one—

cw: fluffy, imagining reader in one of those plt/fashion nova sets n going to one of those brand deal events :)

your boyfriend stomps out of your shared en-suite bathroom with his classic grumpy frown, tousled hair, reading glasses and folded arms. you already know what he’s about to say, especially if his damp socks are anything to go by.

you’ve just showered, pulled on some easy comfy oversized clothes to do your hair and make up in so you don’t get anything on the fancy outfit you’re planning to wear for this event. only you were invited this time and like always, you left everything last minute.

“i know i know! i get the floor wet when i shower, i won’t do it next time!”

you’re sitting cross legged in-front of your wall length mirror, on the last stage of your hair, despite having a whole vanity across the room.

you send katsuki a sympathetic pout through the mirror as he leans on the doorway to watch you. he fills out the space completely and his fluffy jumper makes him look so adorable that it’s almost enough for you to stay home. he’s a fool for you so he only manages to roll his eyes.

“it pisses me off babe, you’re the one that wanted a walk in shower and then don’t bother to dry off there,” he starts when you begin to stand. your hair is finished, make up completed so you only need to pull out your co-ord skirt and top set from your walk in closet, “only goin’ in for a piss ‘nd i come out soaked.”

“maybe you’ve got bad aim, gorgeous,” you laugh to yourself and with no warning at all you pull off your comfy lounge top, rifling through your drawers to find the right bra for the top.

“haha,” he deadpans, eyes dropping like gravity to your bare chest. he’s a simple man, “you do it all the— do you really have to change now?”

you’re too busy looking between two almost identical strapless bras to notice his staring but when you finally look up, you notice the pretty spread of red up his neck.

“i do,” you sing. completely aware of how much you affect him. he affects you too when he does the most simple things, “what were you saying about the shower? i’m going with this one. you need to tell me if you can still see any nipple with the corset on.”

bakugou mindlessly nods because he’d do anything you ask, studying how you shuffle on the bra and strut around to hold the top you’re about to wear.

“you were saying?”

katsuki shakes his head, as if to shake the image of you topless out his mind. he bends down to yank off his socks and throw them in the dirty basket, “just stop gettin’ all the fuckin’ floor wet. i hate soggy socks.”

“yes sir,” you laugh, pulling off your lounge bottoms to stand in the tiniest thongs bakugou’s ever seen on you. the string disappears between your asscheeks and bakugou can’t even remember what you’re agreeing with.

instead he moves with his dick, walking over to you to rest his massive hands on your hips. he runs the tip of his nose over your shoulder, “you’re so beautiful. d’you need me to do somethin’?”

you’re quick peck katsuki’s cheek, “i need you to get off so i can change.”

he grumbles under his breath, reluctantly pulling away and stuffing his hands in his pockets. he doesn’t go far at all. just half a step away from you so he can watch you pull on your corset.

“that makes your tits sit nice,” he sniffs and you can practically feel him drooling over you so you push him lightly to at least sit on the bed.

“i know, that’s why i chose it,” you grin and bakugou hums in agreement, biting down on his bottom lip.

he has no reason to hide his gaze when you pull up your tiny mini skirt, barely covering your ass cheeks.

“d’you want me to come? they’d let me in.” he blurts, reaching for your arm to drag you between his legs. he pushes his glasses up his nose with a single finger and sighs blissfully at the sight of you. your hand rests on his shoulder and you don’t mind being late if you’re getting extra attention from your boyfriend.

you giggle because that’s what he makes you do, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “no because you’d just be there as my bodyguard and i’m gonna be there to network.”

“that sounds like a plan.”

“no, because people don’t wanna talk to me when you’re around looking moody.

he shrugs, “good.”

you flick his forehead, stepping away to show him your outfit. he doesn’t let go of your hand though.

“you like?” you smooth down your skirt with one hand and katsuki grunts.

“yeah, the prettiest,” he picks a bit of fluff off your top as you try to spin around.

“can’t see my ass cheeks, right? no nipples showing?” he finally lets go off your hand just to pinch your ass cheek.

you swat him away, “i’m serious!”

he smirks to himself, “no ass showin’ ‘nd no nipples. you should wear this for me for a date.” he kisses a strip of skin that shows between the corset and your skirt at your stomach, “call me for anythin’.”

you nod, kissing his forehead and saluting, “yes, sir.”

“babe.”

“i will! i never end up needing anything but if i do you’ll be the first to know.”

he huffs, staring down the length of your body as you walk away from him, back into your closet to grab your shoes and bag. “now while you’re out partyin’—,” “networking!” “i’m gonna be cleaning your puddles in the bathroom.”

“you’re still going on about that!”

[squishytenya]

𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, takami keigo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: repost from my old blog ; i wrote this months ago and it’s so bad and i don’t have the strength to read over it so y’all look the other way when there’s horrendous writing parts

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

Once again, the stinging reality that Midoriya was improving steadily, and he was falling behind was making Bakugou realize that things were not what he’d planned for them to be. It was difficult watching the helpless boy from his childhood slowly grow to outdo him, growing more and more closer with the very man that was his inspiration, while he seemed to be at a dead end.

Nothing Bakugou was doing was getting him where he wanted to be, and the frustration was bubbling over, and not even you could seem to help soothe the bitterness he was feeling. The final straw was when all of his classmates, including you, had left with their provisional licenses secured—save for Todoroki, but that did little to ease his conscience. It was like salt to the wound to watch you smile with glee at your results as he dealt with the aftershocks of his failure.

He wanted to be happy for you, he really did try to muster up a small smile just for you at your excitement, but anger was an all consuming feeling, and Bakugou couldn’t stop from feeling angry that slowly, he was becoming more and more prone to failing.

You could sense that the provisional license exam was a large blow to your boyfriend’s pride. You saw the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he offered you one, and the bus ride home didn’t consist of his usual quiet rambling that only you got to hear. Instead, he simple chose to look out the window, not moving or reacting when you rubbed his arm gently.

Bakugou was struggling internally, you could see that ever since he’d been rescued from the league. His ego had been painfully bruised, along with his self esteem. It was heartbreaking to watch him be so frustrated with himself, they guy who once carried himself so proudly was picking himself apart to try and find the flaws that you knew weren’t there. He was perfect, going through a bit of a rough patch, but he was perfect nonetheless in your eyes. So when you all reached back to campus and made your way to your dorms, you followed him into his, hands interlocked. He didn’t say much, his demeanor still quiet. It was only when you’d made it inside did you speak up.

“Baby, don’t let today beat you down too much, it’s okay—”

“I’m fine, y/n.” He cut you off as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down and laying with his arms behind his head as he stared up.

“I can see you’re not,” you started gently. He didn’t move. Coming forward, you sat next to him, hand beginning to stroke through his hair. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Katsuki talk to me.”

“Y/n, I told you I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to you like you’re my damn therapist.”

“No, but you should talk to me like you’re my boyfriend. There’s been a lot on your mind, I just wanna help get somethings off your chest, you—” suddenly, he sat up, pushing your hand off of his head. Glaring at you harshly, his breathing was heavy.

“Y/n, I said I don’t fucking want to talk! What did you not get from that? Stop acting like you get what’s going on and stop being so damn clingy, I’m trying to sit in peace okay?” You stared at him shocked, retracting your hand away. Blinking back tears, you slowly nodded, shuffling off of his bed.

“Okay. I’m… I’m sorry Katsuki. See you later,” you said quietly before exiting his room and closing the door behind you.

You avoided him for the most part the next day, coming in right before class began so you wouldn’t have to interact much while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Though he didn’t make a move to come up to you himself, you could sense his stare burning holes into you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

And he knew yesterday was a bit uncalled for, and he also knew he had to apologize, but he wasn’t counting on you avoiding him. His hand itched to reach for your wrist, to pull you out of the room and speak with you, but he waited a bit longer, seeing if you were just late this morning and weren’t actually avoiding him. But you didn’t instantly walk beside him during today’s class activities, and you didn’t sit with him during lunch, and after class, when everyone went back to the dorms, you didn’t follow him up to his room, opting to sit and lounge with the rest of your classmates.

His mood turned increasingly sour throughout the day, not happy with the way you interacted with everyone around except him. Finally giving in, he sighed deeply before pulling out his phone.

Hey, where are you? Come up to my room (read)

Y/n seriously come on (read)

You haven’t spoken to me all day (read)

He slammed his phone down, seething in his bed. Slowly, his head dropped into his hands as he thought back to yesterday.

Clingy.

He’d called you clingy. It was almost funny considering the idea of you sitting next to him and playing with his hair sounded really nice right now, but of course things just never went accordingly. They never seemed to anymore for him. You were probably having a grand time with everyone else, away from his company. Suddenly, the image of you sitting in between Midoriya and Todoroki, or even Kaminari, or Sero, or that bastard Mineta flashed through his head, as he imagined you laughing with your head thrown back at something they’d said.

And once again, he was grasping his phone, spamming you with texts to come up to him room right now, to answer your damn texts. Eventually, after minutes of blowing your phone up, his door slammed open, you looking at him in pure rage. He only glared back.

“What in the world is your issue Katsuki?”

“Gee I wonder, you dumbass. Maybe it’s that you haven’t spoken to me all day huh?”

“Well maybe I wanted to let my boyfriend have his precious space since I’ve been so clingy as of late.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Okay, I’m sorry I said that. Now come over here you moron.” But you stood in your place, eyebrow raised at his failed attempt to fix yesterday’s events.

“I was enjoying time with our classmates. I don’t particularly feel like coming ‘here’ Katsuki.” He glared at you further.

“Y/n, you haven’t ‘enjoyed time’ with me at all today. Stop being so damn stubborn and just get in here.”

“I don’t want to spend time with you.” He freezes a bit, staring at you incredulously. Finally, he laughed bitterly, standing up.

“Oh yeah? You don’t? Why are you with me then huh? Since you don’t wanna spend time with your own damn boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you, stepping closer.

“You’re the one who blew up yesterday for saying like one sentence to you! I was just trying to help you, but you decided to be an asshole, and now I’m giving you what you want! Make up your damn mind!” He tugged at his hair, breathing heavily.

“Okay! And I said I’m sorry, what else do you want?”

“You can’t just say a half assed “sorry” after you snap at me like that and expect everything to be okay! That’s not enough!” It was dead silent for a moment before he turned away from you, collapsing onto his bed, hunching over his knees and glaring at the ground.

“Yeah nothing seems to be enough these days. No matter what I do,” he muttered bitterly. Waving you towards the door, he looked to the side. “Go on, go have a good time with everyone else.” And just like that, as much as you hated to admit, you heart ached to run a hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. So, walking up to him slowly, you gave in. His arms instantly came to your waist tightly, pulling you into an embrace, face pressing into your stomach.

“Katsuki, things are getting a bit rough on you, I get that, you’ve been through a lot. But you’re bottling it up and snapping at the worst times. You can at least talk to me you know.” His fingers tightened around your shirt.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered. Sighing, you rubbed over his shoulder with your free hand.

“Babe, you know you’re still doing a wonderful job right? You’ll make an exceptional hero, but you gotta start working on your attitude a bit, look where it led you in your exam.” He grunted, finally pulling his head out of your stomach.

“They were just being babies I wasn’t even that bad.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Katsuki you’ll never change.” Finally letting a bit of his usual self slip through, he smirked at you.

“Is that really so bad?” Once again, your eyes rolled.

“It’s the worst.” He laughed, finally giving you a soft smile—one only you got to see every so often.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Good. So then you’ll spend time in here than with the dumb extras. So sit down.” He was utterly the most tiring boy you’d ever met, but still, you climbed into bed with him, laying in his arms as you faced him. Leaning up, you kissed his cheek. Once more, he smirked.

“I knew you’d cave, you’re dumbass can’t go one day without me.”

“I still have texts of you blowing up my phone desperately pleading for my company.” Glaring at you, he reached over and flicked your forehead.

“I didn’t plead, you’re just an idiot. I demanded. I never plead for anything.” Laughing, you buried yourself into his chest, breathing in his scent as you lay there with him.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

“Shoto, you haven’t said much all day, what’s wrong?” Sighing, he looked at you as you lay beside him, head resting on his arm.

“Nothing y/n, I’m fine.” You could tell something was indeed wrong. Your boyfriend was quiet, that was true, but Todoroki wasn’t normally as silent around you as he was right now, making you a bit concerned for the sudden change. The recent stress of juggling his studies and training and his extra classes to retry for his provisional license had left him a bit stressed, and today was not particularly his day.

After returning from today’s class with Bakugou, he was a bit on edge as you followed him up to his dorm, happily chatting about your afternoon and telling him stories of the encounters you’d had with the other students. Suddenly, your touch wasn’t as soothing, instead it was aggravating, and hearing you ramble wasn’t endearing, it was only making him more frustrated. All he wanted was to be left alone, to sit in peace as he caught a break from his now very hectic schedule.

“Sho, you’ve been much quieter than usual. Why’s that?” Once again, he sighed, this time slightly rolling his eyes. Pulling his arm from under you, he sat up.

“Y/n you haven’t left me alone all day today, is me being silent really that bad? I’m sure you’ve spent enough time with me today.” Looking at him confused, you sat up as well.

“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together recently. You’ve been super busy with your extra classes for your license so I thought today would be nice to spend together, we’re both free for the rest of the day.” Blinking at you, he spoke up after a moment, looking you dead in the eye.

“Y/n, you’re always really clingy. We’re in the same class, it’s not like we don’t see each other often.” Looking at him shocked, you felt your face heat up a bit in embarrassment. Feeling your heart sink, you thought back to your actions throughout the day. You didn’t think you’d been particularly clingy, not thinking that Todoroki may have needed space. Looking at your lap, you played with your fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me if you weren’t in the mood to hang out.”

“Well it’s not just now. There’s no need to always hold on to me in someway, I need space too okay?” He didn’t mean what he’d said in that last part, it didn’t hold any truth. He loved the affection you displayed, it gave him a sense of comfort he didn’t get quite often growing up, but the rising level of frustration from his stressful day had caused him to snap at you harsher than he should have. Flinching a bit at his tone, you nodded slowly.

“Okay, well uh… I’ll leave you alone then.” He nodded at you, watching as you gathered your belongings and left the room. You didn’t want to be a bother to him anymore, feeling guilty that you’d made him so uncomfortable through your affection. Deciding you’d try to be better about it so Todoroki wasn’t as irritated, the next few days consisted of much less interacting between the two of you. Though you missed his touch and the proximity that used to be between the two of you, you were at least satisfied that your boyfriend would be more comfortable.

Except he wasn’t. Todoroki Shoto was beyond unhappy, you hadn’t kissed him much at all in the last few days, you sat across from him at lunch instead of right beside him, you’d been interacting with everyone else more than him, and you hadn’t been speaking much, constantly glued to your phone during the few times you both were alone when he insisted he come up to your dorm.

He wanted you to pay more attention to him, but all you did was offer him small smiles and short answers to his attempts to spark a conversation. Feeling fed up, he crawled over to where you were sitting on your bed, sliding his way under your arms and in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You stared down at him for a moment before continuing to scroll through your phone, your free hand sitting on the bed beside your legs instead of in his hair like usual. He was beginning to get increasingly upset.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Sho?” He hesitated for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He felt you nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you okay?” Shrugging he slumped further into you.

“Yeah, I guess.” You only hummed in response, before continuing to like pictures through your feed. After a few moments, he began to have doubts. Had you begun to realize he wasn’t what you wanted? Was this your subtle way of hinting you’d gotten bored of him? The weight of thinking you had slowly begun to fall out of love with him was crushing, he didn’t want to let go of the one person who made him feel safe and valued. Looking up at you, he asked you the question that was beginning to fill his mind up with dread.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too.” His heart sank. You didn’t kiss his forehead like you always did. Gripping your shirt tightly, he looked up.

“You promise?” Looking down at him, you began to frown, wondering where this was coming from. Finally, finally, you ran a hand through his hair, making him bury his head back into your chest.

“Yeah, I do promise. Where’s this coming from Sho?” Grabbing your other hand, he pulled it to lay on his back, giving you the signal to start rubbing it. Slowly, you did, waiting for his explanation.

“Why are you acting like this?” Looking at him confused, you tilted your head.

“Like what Shoto? What’s going on?” He looked up at you, eyes wide and sad.

“Like you don’t want me around.” Finally understanding, you cupped his cheeks, leaning in and giving him his long awaited kiss on the forehead.

“I was just giving you some more space, like you asked.” His face dropped even more before he buried it into your neck, laying fully on top of you.

“I’m sorry, I was just frustrated that day. I missed you the last few days.”

“Shoto, it’s okay, if I’m too overbearing for you sometimes you can tell me. I won’t coddle you as much.” He frowned at your words, guilt eating him up for making you feel like he didn’t enjoy your doting, and for saying something he didn’t mean solely because he’d been having a bad day. You always made him time for him and made him feel special, even on days he could tell you weren’t feeling the best. Slowly pulling his head out of your neck, he faced you, shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean it. I just snapped, it was a rough day. I miss you being the way you were before, a lot. You’re not overbearing.” Feeling your heart swell a little, you scratched at his scalp gently, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulders.

“It’s okay Sho, I’m not mad. You can just tell me when you’re having a bad day and you want to be alone though, okay? I won’t mind if you need some time to yourself.” Nodding, he relaxed into you as you pulled a blanket over his form, kissing his forehead once more before finally paying more attention to him, softly telling him about your day.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

Takami Keigo’s tired.

Poor thing’s been worked to the bone, down to his very last feather. And this week had been a particularly nastier one in a while, the public had been swarming him more, the media was exceptionally focused on him as of recent, and the undercover work coupled with typical hero work was more grueling than usual. All he wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep away the stress that had pent up, to ease the tenseness in his muscles, and to forget about the rough week he’d been having.

He flew into his window, after a long unforgiving day of duties, looking forward to some time to himself. Only as he stepped in, he was greeted with a sight that usually made his heart skip two beats, but today, it made his demeanor even grumpier. Seeing you in his kitchen cooking a meal usually made him feel a sense of completeness, a feeling he’d longed for as a child, the domesticity was something that filled the holes and stitched the tears his childhood had left behind.

But for some reason, today he wasn’t too thrilled to see you. You being here meant having to spend time and energy with you, energy that he really didn’t have today. Walking over, he glanced at you wearily as you beamed happily at your boyfriend.

“Hi Kei! I’ve been waiting for you to get home. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a bit.” Sighing deeply, he took off his coat, gloves, and goggles, setting them on his counter before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.

“Y/n are you serious right now? Look I love you, but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Tilting your head in confusion, you glanced at the food on the stove.

“Oh, do you not like this dish? That’s okay, we can order something, or I can make something else if you wanna wait—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy for this,” he grumbled. Eyebrows furrowing further, you racked your brain for what he could mean.

“What do you mean Kei? Are you not hungry?” He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes.

“I’m exhausted. You know that. I can’t have date night with you right now, I just wanna take a nap,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Frowning, you tried to explain.

“Oh no, we’re not hav—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy to spend time with you right now. What are you not understanding? Can’t you see I’m about to fall asleep where I’m standing?”

“Kei, I’m not—” he cut you off yet again.

“God y/n, why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re so god damn clingy all the time like get a life! I have other things to do,” he spat at you, venom lacing his tone. Recoiling, you stared at him astounded before feeling your eyes start to water. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly nodded, quickly turning off the stove and gathering your things to leave.

“S-sorry Keigo,” you whispered before making your way out your apartment. You wiped away tears as you made your way to your own apartment, hurt by your boyfriend’s outburst. You knew this week had been a rough one for him, and you also knew he was tired and grumpy when he came home. Hoping to make a nice meal for him so he could eat something homemade and finally rest like he deserved, he’d quickly thrown the idea out the window, ruining your attempts to care for him through his bad attitude. Sniffling, you frowned, deciding that if it was alone time he wanted, it was alone time he’d get.

Evidently, Takami Keigo did not handle the silent treatment very well. He also did not handle no longer being the center of your attention very well either, absolutely losing his mind two days into your resolve. The first day consisted of his usual good morning texts and updates from his work, not really noticing you weren’t responding to him until later. He really began to realize that you weren’t answering when his phone calls went to voicemail, getting restless that he hadn’t heard from you. But the last straw was when not only had you ignored his offer to come over to his apartment, but you also didn’t answer his knocks at your window when he flew to your place.

Eventually, he was able to follow you into your apartment after catching sight of you outside doing errands, refusing to leave you alone till you gave him the attention he craved. Except now, he wasn’t whiny and bratty anymore, now he was beginning to get hurt over your insistence to ignore him.

Trying to kiss you, Keigo frowned when you dodged his lips. He pouted at the lack of attention sent his way.

“Y/n, come on, why won’t you speak to me?” Silence. “Baby? We haven’t spoken at all in the last two days, I miss you!” More silence. His wings drooped along with his shoulders and his heart plummeted. “Y/n? Don’t… don’t you miss me?” Nothing. You didn’t say a word as you continued to make dinner, enough for one, Keigo noted. Gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, he looked at you heartbroken. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Looking at him with narrowed eyes, you tugged your wrist out of his grasp harshly, giving him a glare.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you being so god damn clingy?” Hurt flashed across his face.

“Wha—” oh. Now he remembered, you were upset over the not so nice words he’d snapped while he was exhausted.

“I came to your home trying to make you a meal so you could eat and relax, and you sat there, didn’t even let me explain, and called me clingy and told me to get a life. Well I got one, and clearly that’s not enough to make you happy either, so what do you want?” Looking at you sadly, he tried to grab your hands, face dropping when you didn’t allow him to.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I was just really tired. I didn’t really think before speaking.” Still not happy with him, you continued to make dinner, not paying him any mind. He stood behind you for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests, burying his head into your neck. “I’m sorry y/n, really. I don’t appreciate you enough, you always take care of me. No one’s ever done that before. You’re not clingy, I’m losing my mind over two days without you. Please don’t be mad?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes at yourself for how fast you gave into him. Turning, you held your arms for him to fall into, his head drooping to your shoulder. Clutching you tightly, he relaxed when your fingers carded through his blonde locks.

“You were exceptionally mean to me you know,” you whispered. He nodded, hugging you tighter.

“I know. I love you though,” he offered. Chuckling, you kissed the side of his head.

“I love you too.”

“Enough to make me dinner?”

“Maybe not that much.” He looked up at you, pouting. Laughing, you pecked his jutted lips before conceding. “Okay fine.” He beamed, returning to his previous position of hugging you from behind as you made dinner for the two of you.

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it's my birthday!!!

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it's my bday tmr so I might not be able to get the planned chapter out!!!!

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so nice of horikoshi to give aizawa and present mic their very own clay terran!

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Take a break. Everyone needs one.

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GOOD MORNING✨

"GOOOOD MOOOORNING, SHOUTA!"✨

I remember the first time you called me by my name.

We hardly knew each other...

... and to be honest...

... it was quite uncomfortable for me.

Your ear-numbing, friendly attitude was annoying.

But somewhere along the way...

"GOOOOOD MOOOORNING, SHOUTA! "✨

I have become very fond of you.

"Good Morning, Yamada."

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💋

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it's ok mic I would also like aizawa to order me around

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Like old times