#// izuku still shy around him? yes

[reiyaus]

 to be young and in love ( MHA )

warning cursing death mentions death mention lowercase not proofread spoilers genre gn!reader romance fluff pre and est. relationship

crush and confession scenarios with the 1A duo! ( MIDORIYA, BAKUGO )

MIDORIYA IZUKU

you met on the first day of school, he sat behind you so all you could really hear during class were his murmurs and (extremely) loud pencils clacking onto the paper.

the two of you only started talking properly as friends during the start of the quirk apprehension test. your blunt compliments about how far he threw the ball put him in a flustered state― where you had to shake him in order to bring him back into the real world.

a moment that you thought was quite cute just made him want to dig a hole and cry inside.

as your friendships with uraraka and iida started to bloom, you and midoriya got even closer. if not, closer than the others.

your classmates started noticing how midoriya wasn't as shy around you anymore, and how you both leaned on each other for support during training sessions.

your shoulders would be squished together, his hands hovering above your back just in case you somehow fell, your fingers tapping on his arm while he writes down on his notebook― practically everything screamed 'I LIKE YOU!'.

did izuku actually like you? yes. very much. infact, he's liked you since the day you complimented him (but that's mostly from the fact you were one of the first girls to talk to him), and he's grown to like you even more throughout the year.

he'd stalk research about your quirk and give you pointers on how you could improve. silently dying inside after you call him a 'great friend'

the confession would probably be sudden.

it was the two of you alone in the field, practicing with your quirks with one another when you perfected the move you'd been working on for months. you were both ecstatic (probably him more than you), and it just slipped out.

"you're so amazing, y/n! your quirk, your brain, everything about you is so perfect-!" he pauses. his head snaps in your direction to see your reaction. you, bearing an amused smile with lightly blushed cheeks, were slightly shocked by his extreme train of compliments.

midoriya, in return, froze in place― internally beating himself up while he reddens up by the second. his thoughts are scrambled and he desperately prayed this was all just a nightmare.

"thanks?" your voice snaps him out of his stupor. "you don't have to over compliment me, midoriya."

"w-wha-? no! i wasn't overcomplimenting you, i swear!" midoriya shakes his head in retaliation. "you're strong, everyone likes you, and even heroes think you're cool! you're also always complimenting and helping me so i guess that's why i really like you and why you're still so cool but-" he rambles on, letting the embarrassment take control once again.

he's so caught up in his trance that all sorts of words come spiraling out his mouth. words that you can't bring yourself to believe.

you blink. "wait― stop for a minute. you like me?" midoriya goes silent, turning his head away from you. your feet make their way to his figure, head turning to try and meet his gaze. you let out a breathy laugh.

"midoriya. come one, look at me. you can't just say that and expect me to ignore it," you shake his shoulders lightly, yet he still refuses to look at you. "you know, people usually don't give silent treatment after confessing."

an incoherent sound comes out his mouth, groaning at your teasing. sure, he was planning on confessing one day, but not like this. his confident vision of him bringing you flowers and expressing words of affection crumbled in front of his own eyes. instead, you're teasing him for his not-ideal way of confessing.

you, on the other hand, knew of his fondness for you way long ago. but hearing it come from his mouth was different. it felt intimate in a way. it felt genuine. who doesn't like that?

your hands squeeze his shoulders from behind, giggling at his flustered state. "if it makes you feel better, i also like you. and i think you're cool too."

"y/n!"

BAKUGO KATSUKI

he was in class 1-A, you were a student from a different department, class 1-H.

during a fight with the LOV, his grenadier bracers were damaged from the recklessness of his actions– so, as a student of the support department, it was your job to help the future heroes of the nation be 100% with their gears.

even if that means enduring the brash attitude of katsuki bakugo.

refusing the urge to bark back while you continue on adjusting his bracers, his voice complaining in the background about how 'he can fix them himself'.

no matter how he hard he tried to talk-down your revisions, he knew how much better you made his gear. how you made it just like he wanted. of course, he didn't say that out loud.

now, skipping to the aftermath of a practice with pro-heroes disguised as typical villains- his bracers broke. again. another reason to be pissed off.

however this time, instead of directing him to class 1-H, Aizawa sent him to the main support department where the actual tech support engineers worked. people he didn't know at all.

so what did he do? he went to your class instead.

simply because he doesn't trust the others enough to ensure they wont fuck up his gear (totally).

and he continued this routine whenever his costume or bracers got messed up.

pretending like he's walking to the engineer lab when he's really on his way to yours.

instead of a highly-professional labratory of engineers with 20 years of experience, he preferred your little cubicle with coffee-spilled papers and a little light bulb to shine over it all.

for multiple weeks to months, bakugo didn't even realize how frequent his visits were starting to be. almost everyday after class, he'd find himself consulting with you for something as small as a scratch on his gear- just to see your face, how it lit up while u explain to him your new gadget, lips curved up and body relaxed.

"it even has a cord here so i can connect my laptop into it! soon enough, all the resources i downloaded yesterday can be programmed into this little card- right here,"

you turn to urge him forward, but pause when you make eye contact with him. nearly 3 feet apart yet the sudden intimacy made you feel like your bodies were pressed together, cramped up in a small closet. when you werent.

"...bakugo?" he looked up at the repeating calls of his name, finding you staring up in concern. “you good? you’ve been spaced out for so long i almost thought you died standing. hah.�� katsuki playfully nudges you after your attempt to joke.

“nothing can kill me,” he shifts in position. “better be the same for you…”

you tilt your head at the last sentence. the turn of his head made his voice come out as muffled, blocking your eyes from fully hearing what he said. “can you repeat that?”

katsuki rolls his eyes. “i didn’t say anything. just focus on fixing my gear, you damn nerd.”

“okay- okay! just give me a minute,” you laugh. it takes a while to clear up your desk for his grenade, but way faster with his help.

‘help’ that he claimed was just because you were too slow.

but you knew better. you’re sure you were moving way faster than he was. and definetely more efficient. you also knew that nothing can kill him, while he’ll never let anything kill you.

ps. the red blush on his face gave it away.

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[rayshippouuchiha]

MHA Au where Izuku’s quirk let’s him see spirits/monsters but instead of befriending them like usual, he becomes a whole ass monster hunter. I’m talking full on spn salt and burns, illegal fire arms in his backpack, monster journals, etc.

Hmm gonna switch it up a bit but:

Izuku's neighbor is a monster.

Hands fisted tightly in the length of his Mama's skirt, Izuku watches, wide-eyed and trembling, as his Mama chats softly with the thing in the elevator with them.

"Say goodbye to Akuhara-san, Izu-kun," Mama prompts gently.

But all Izuku can do is clutch tighter to her and whimper.

"I-I'm sorry," Mama frets softly as she ushers him out of the elevator. "He's not normally this shy."

"Adorable little thing," the thing called Akuhara croons, voice whispery and soft in a way that makes the hair on the back of Izuku's neck stand on end. "Could just ,,, eat him up."

When Izuku manages to peek around his Mama's leg and look Akuhara-san grins at him with too many teeth, one spindly hand raising to wiggle long gnarled fingers in Izuku's direction.

Izuku squeaks and hides his face again.

But even after he's back in the safety of the apartment he can't help but wonder just how someone with antlers as big as that thing's had been could fit inside the elevator.

~~~ Later, when it's time for bed, Izuku tries to tell his Mama about what he saw.

"Scary," Izuku manages to whimper, remembered terror tracing down his spine.

"Izuku!" Mama gasps, one hand coming up to press against her chest. "What a rude thing to say, young man! I don't want to hear anything like that out of you again, you hear me?"

"Y-Yes," Izuku whispers, unsure of what, exactly, he's done wrong.

The kiss Mama presses to his forehead is a bit shorter than normal.

Sleep is a long time coming for him that night.

~~~

He tries again though, after another run in with the monster.

Tries to tell her about how wrong Akuhara really is.

How that thing, whatever it is, is dangerous.

But ,,,

It doesn't go well.

~~~

Izuku looks at Akuhara and he sees something more than a man, something twisted and wrong, staring back at him.

But the problem is ,,,

Izuku's not the only one looking.

~~~

"I see you, little morsel," Akuhara whispers to Izuku, mouth split wide in a vicious grin as a long, black tongue slides out to flick almost teasingly in Izuku's direction.

Izuku can't help it ,,,

He screams.

~~~

"-ever been more humiliated in my life!" Mama says, hand tight around Izuku's wrist as she drags him into the apartment.

Izuku cowers just a bit when she finally releases him, shoulders hunched and head bowed.

Mama is never really angry with him, not like everyone else, so for Izuku this is just ,,,

Bad.

So much worse than Kacchan or the sensei at school being mean to him. So much worse than anything and everything the other kids have ever said or done to him.

"You will apologize to Akuhara-san," Mama finally huffs, hands planted on her hips and face flushed.

And Izuku ,,,

"No," It's a whisper but in the tense silence of the apartment, it might as well have been a shout.

"What did you say?" Mama blinks, obviously shocked.

He just can't anymore.

He's tried so hard to tell her, to make her see, and she still won't ,,,

"I-I'm not saying s-sorry to that, that thing," Izuku manages to shove the words out. "It's a m-monster. It's ugly and scary and you shouldn-"

The slap catches him off guard.

He yelps, hands flying up to clutch at the familiar throb of his cheek.

He's been hit before, gets hit often really these days, but never here, never at home where he's always been safe, and never by her.

"Y-You can't say things like that," Mama whispers, expression stricken as she clutches the hand she'd hit him with to her chest. "Y-You, Izuku, you can't just," she heaves in a shuddering breath, "just because you don't have a quirk doesn't mean you can say things like that about people who do."

Izuku's hands fall down to his sides as he stares up at her in horror.

And then he turns on his heel and runs to his bedroom.

Inko doesn't follow.

~~~

That night, with the bedroom door locked, his cheek still throbbing, and his chest heaving from the force of his sobs, Izuku tucks himself down in the darkest corner of his closet and cries himself almost sick.

~~~

It's not a quirk.

Izuku knows that.

Whatever it is about Akuhara-san that sets Izuku off so deeply isn't a quirk.

Izuku might only be nine years old and he might be quirkless but he knows quirks.

Whatever Akuhara-san is?

It's not natural.

~~~

Except, as Izuku learns through hours of research, hours of study and computer time when his Mama isn't home, maybe it is.

Maybe whatever it is that's pretending to be a regular man named Akuhara-san is actually very very natural.

And maybe that's not a good thing at all.

~~~

Izuku kills his first monster at 9 years old.

He comes out of the encounter bruised and bloody but alive and satisfied.

Come to find out, no matter how big a Jubokko's branches, not antlers as he'd first thought, are they're still vulnerable to salt and fire just like any other tree.

Inko never looks at him the same, never actually asks the questions Izuku can see lingering in her mouth but, well, she's alive and well and really that's all Izuku wanted in the first place.

~~~

Teeth gritted against the pain and careful of his bandaged arm, Izuku pulls a black-covered notebook from his desk and grabs a fresh pen.

Monster Analysis Vol 1 he scrawls across the front cover before he flips it open.

Akuhara-san might be gone but Izuku refuses to be caught unaware and vulnerable ever again.

[love-me-satoru]

Oooops

mdni

pairing: Dom!katsuki x sub!izuku x bratty! reader

warnings: aged up characters Punishments,pet names, pussy slapping, voyeur? use of daddy

um. the gist is you wanted izuku to be bad with you and ended up in a punishment all by yourself

You were trying. Trying so fucking hard to get Izuku to be a brat with you But he wouldn’t. You decided to see if you could just get him in trouble. It’s gonna be kinda hard since Izuku is always a good boy. You’re never good. You’re not sure if Katsuki is gonna believe you but no way to know unless you try. One day you decided to put your plan into action.Katsuki was just watching tv when you walked to him and sat in his lap.

“What’s up pretty girl?”

“Um..” you’re looking into your lap. trying to act innocent.

he grabs your chin to make you look at him.

“what’s going on in this pretty little head baby?”

“I saw Izuku.. doing something he shouldn’t have done..” you said playing with his shirt glancing away. katsuki’s eyes perks up. Looking at you. you’re starting to shrink in his lap.

“Are you sure it was him and not you Princess?”

you’re pouting at him. about to throw a fit knowing your plan didn’t work.

“it wasn’t me daddy! i didn’t do anything this time..”

“You know i can see right through you princess right? plus Izuku told me what you want him to do. trying to pin my good boy against me.”

You pout up at him and looked away not wanting to look into his eyes. he grabs your chin hard to make you look at him.

“what’s the matter princess? You mad your plan didn’t work?”

not even acknowledging him you tried to get up to walk away from him. mostly to yell at izuku but his tight grip around your waist held you in place.

“If you’re going to go yell at izuku you should just keep your pretty ass right here.”

you stared up at him. He can see right through you. You just sit there pouting. you’re trying to wiggle out of his grip but with him being stronger than you there’s no way to get out. He moves you so your back is flushed against his chest. arm still wrapped around your waist.

“spread your legs baby.” as his hand tightly grips your thigh. You refused to listen.

“Open them before I have to get mean.”

“No.”

you said pouting legs still together. When katsuki grab your thighs and spread your legs open cupping your cunt with his free hand.

“Why can’t you be a good girl for me baby?”

“Because! you don’t deserve it.”

He slaps your cunt while you let out a little yelp he sneaks his hand up from your waist to wrap around your throat.

“Do you deserve to be touch little girl.”

you know he’s pissed when he uses that pet name but you don’t care wanting more.

“Yes..” you mumbled out

“lie again little girl” as he slaps your cunt again.

You yelp. “No daddy..”

“So should i be touching you right now?”

“No sir..”

he slaps your cunt and laughs “Good girl.”

you felt your body tremble from the shock. Katsuki calls out “Izuku baby. Come to the living room.”

“Daddy no..Please. I don’t want Izu to see me like this..”

Katsuki slaps your cunt again. when izuku walks in right when you moan out. Izuku just stares. Face turning red.

“What’s going on kaachan..?”

you turned your head away trying to not look at Izuku when Katsuki grabs your cheeks and makes you look towards Izuku.

“You better open your eyes little girl.”

You immediately caught Izuku’s eyes feeling your face heat up. You wanted to cry. You hated when Katsuki would punish you in front of Izuku. He always found it amusing. He knew how shy you got when izuku was watching. especially if you were getting punished. He knows how much it turns you on. But he’ll never let you know that he knows that. As much as you say you hated it. There’s this small glimmer in your eye that tells him otherwise.

Katsuki slowly pushes in two of his fingers which causes you to moan out loud.

“You’re gonna apologize to izuku or you’re not going to cum tonight. Yes baby?”

he starts to pick up the pace. “Yes daddy!”

“Go ahead”

“i’m…i’m sorry izuku!” You moan out.

as he’s plunging his fingers deep inside your tight little cunt. kissing the side of your neck. “for what baby?” katsuki said softly against your neck. fingers going even deeper than before. hitting that soft spot you love all too well.

“for trying to get you in trouble! please daddy let me cum!” tears filling your eyes moaning out.

he pulls his fingers completely out and slaps your cunt.

“You should of thought about that before you decided to be a brat”

a/n:Not my best but it’s been sitting for awhile so i decided to let it go.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Broken Boy

Pairing: soft!yandere!Midoriya Izuku x reader

Warnings: obsession, manipulation, past bullying, violence (against bullies), unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied stalking, one mention of hypothetical noncon, Izuku being a cinnamon roll and a menace at the same time, hurt/comfort.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: "Is someone... giving you trouble?" You ask cautiously, actually afraid he's going to say yes. You can't stomach thinking someone is bullying Izuku again. Sure, he bulked up considerably and is now so tall he literally towers over you, but he's still that shy compassionate boy inside, and he doesn't know how to stop people from being mean to him.

P.S. Just giving some love to our best boi.

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When you see him, it's almost like every other Friday night when you grab a pizza from that corner cafe and come home to Izuku choosing a movie for you two to enjoy. It's been your favorite tradition ever since middle school, and you can't imagine spending the evening anywhere else.

Though maybe you should, given the circumstances.

Midoriya keeps chatting about work and the new equipment in his gym while you struggle to keep the conversation going. There are a lot of things on your mind, but your best friend's mental health is on the top of the list. Has been for a long time when you two had been younger, but you actually thought he got better with time. That is, until your work friend pointed out how unnaturally clingy he seems to the point when it's almost creepy.

He'd bark for you if you asked, she huffed, but, to your horror, you couldn't even find it in you to argue. In the end, she was right. When you look back at it, Izuku has been getting more and more possessive and insecure despite nothing seemingly changing in the relationship between you two.

Has something happened to him, and you missed it completely? You are confident it isn't his mom - your friend would often FaceTime with you around, and nothing at all hints at Midoriya's mom being distressed, you know her well enough to be sure. Is it work, perhaps? Personal issues?

Has someone started bullying him again?

You shiver from anger at the thought, clenching your fists. You would fucking end anyone who's troubling your ray of sunshine - like you had nearly done in middle school.

When you first met him, he was a new kid in your class, all skin and bones, awkward and shy and with no communication skills whatsoever. Took him about a day to become a target of delinquents you school was full of. They mocked him, drew on his desk, and threw a bucket of water at him once, but, as always, teachers didn't pay any attention to the bullying. You feel bad about it now, but since you had never seen it happen with your own eyes, you didn't think much of it either.

However, when one of the kids punched Izuku in the face to the point his nose started bleeding right in front of you, something in you snapped at the view of blood trickling down Midoriya's face. He was crying, hands up to prevent the kid from hurting him more, pleading the bullies to stop as if they'd listen. To this day, it infuriates you that someone would beat up a child this defenseless and lost: he was like an injured puppy, sobbing and trying to hide in the corner with his arms up to protect himself.

Before you even realized what you were doing, you flew to the bully and strated throwing punches at him like your life depended on it, repeatedly hitting him in the head and chest and everywhere you could reach before the other kids intervened. You were so enraged, though, you ended up fighting them, too, despite getting kicked in the ribs hard. The pain didn't stop you: it was like you turned into a whole different being whose only purpose was to hurt the bullies of a crying kid.

The teachers barely got a hold of you before you grabbed a chair to smash it against the back of one of the other children.

To this day, you wonder how Izuku awoke this raging beast inside of you: you had rarely gotten into fights, and, given your politeness and overall sweet demeanor, neither you nor anyone else had suspected you had it in you. Nevertheless, from that point on, there wasn't a day when you weren't there for Midoriya to kick the ass of whoever had the gall to torment him. Hell, the next time someone punched him, you went batshit crazy and almost pushed the guy off the stairs. Worse, you aren't the slightest bit sorry even now when you think of Izuku's swollen eye after he got punched again.

Gradually, it became better after you showed every stupid boy around what would happen if they did anything stupid to that awkward skinny kid, and Izuku was finally left alone. Naturally, it was no surprise he got so attached to you he spent nearly all his time somewhere around, going to the same after-school activities, picking same clubs, doing same things as long as he was able to stay close to you. You felt sorry for Midoriya: he was so nice it alone was enough for people to pick on him. How was he supposed to find friends? He'd stay a loner forever if you didn't do anything.

He wasn't hard to be around. Getting to know him better, you realized he was genuinely a very gentle and smart kid despite his antics and a weird addiction to superhero movies. Izuku was sweet and polite, holding a door for you like a gentleman, carrying your books, always laughing at your jokes, and even giving up his rice pudding he claimed he didn't like just to give it to you. How could you not like him?

It's been years since you both graduated from college, and he is still bringing you a rice pudding whenever you feel sad. You heart clenches as you think of him going through hard times again when you have no idea what's happening.

"Are you alright?" He suddenly asks, and you realize you've been staring at the wall for a minute, not replying to anything he just said.

God, this is gonna be painful.

"Are you alright?" Turning your head to face him, you ask, equally guilty and concerned.

Even though he tells you he is, giving you his brightest smile, you don't believe it. Izuku is very good at hiding his emotions when he's hurt.

"Talk to me," you ask, grabbing his palms in yours, and he visibly reddens at the sudden touch like a schoolboy.

You aren't fooled by this as you patiently wait for him to open up like always does when you want him to be honest with you, but Izuku just shrugs and says he's unsure what you're implying. Things are the same. Nothing has changed, nothing at all.

"Is someone... giving you trouble?" You ask cautiously, actually afraid he's going to say yes. You can't stomach thinking someone is bullying Izuku again. Sure, he bulked up considerably and is now so tall he literally towers over you, but he's still that shy compassionate boy inside, and he doesn't know how to stop people from being mean to him.

Midoriya smiles and shakes his head. "No. My colleagues and my boss are very nice. You don't have to worry."

"I can't NOT worry!" You exhale, rubbing his hands in yours like you always do when you get nervous. "You seem so... alone. I don't even see your gym buddies anymore. Has something happened? Did you have a fallout or something?"

There it is, this gentle, heartbreaking smile he always gives you whenever you are worried. Izuku has never once told you that you are pushy and overbearing despite the fact that you were all that many times in the past. He just smiles at you like he's happy someone cares, and it makes you tear up at the thought. How could he be so sweet and kind and yet so unaware of his own worth? It feels like the world is so freaking unfair to him.

"I just don't spend that much time with them anymore," he says as he gets a little closer to you, cheeks blushing because he's such a pure soul, unspoiled and shy, "because you are my best friend. I wanna hang out with you. I thought you'd be happy about it."

It's nearly enough to make you freaking sob. What did you do to deserve this sweetheart? How could he stay such a warm, kindhearted guy after the treatment people gave him?

You draw a breath and look him dead in the eye. "Izuku, come on, I'm not going anywhere. Why on Earth do you think if you have other friends, I'll stop hanging out with you? Having more friends is a healthy thing! We can hang out together if you'd like."

It seems Midoriya doesn't like the idea, giving how he shakes his head, his expression darkening. You don't know what to make of it until he starts talking, not meeting your eyes, "No. What if you'll like my friends more than me? I've always felt like you liked those gym guys more than me. I hated it. Like they're better than me, and if they ask you to stop spending time with me, you'll choose them over me."

For a second, you're unsure if you've just misheard him. It takes you a moment to process his words. What the actual fuck?! Did he just suppose you like his gym bros you only ever met a couple of times more than him, your best friend who's been with you for years?

As you blink, a thousand questions form in your head in response to his accusation, but one thought prevails over others: Izuku is battling some serious demons inside his head. There is no way a sane person would ever suggest anything like that. He's really, really insecure. Insecure in a dangerous way. You can't believe you haven't realized it earlier, just blaming it on his weird social skills when Izuku clearly hasn't been alright. When did it even start? Has it always been like that, and you simply didn't see the signs? Is it because of his childhood traumas?

Of course, it's his fucking childhood traumas. Why else? You were literally the only kid around him. Of course, he's terrified of losing you, and that's why he's still glued to you like a child.

It hurts you thinking your best friend is struggling that much. He's such a good person. He could have been so much happier if not for the things he had to endure as a kid that damaged him.

"Izuku, I think you need help," you whisper quietly, heartbroken, clenching his hands in yours as he watches you with that soft smile on his face that only makes you more anxious. "Things you say, they're just... wrong. I'd never abandon you for someone else, but it's not normal to depend on anyone that much. You need help. What can I do for you?"

You are completely honest with him when you speak, wishing to do anything it takes to help him get better. Clearly, Midoriya needs therapy. You'll have to ask around and find him an adequate specialist, maybe even pay if Izuku's low on cash, but you can do it. He's your best friend. Even if your colleague is right and he'd do anything for you, you'd do anything for him either. That's what friends are for.

When Izuku lights up, you hope he'll accept your help, but instead, he says, "Just stay with me like this."

You blink again and sigh in frustration. Of course, he'll pretend like he's ok. He has always had.

Reaching out to him, you envelop him in a hug and bring his head to your chest despite how much bigger he is now compared to you. Izuku doesn't fight, eagerly wrapping his hands around your core like he waited for it to happen. You're fairly certain touch is his love language because he used to hug you almost every day when he was a kid. Sure, he did become more self-conscious once you turned older, but it didn't stop him from occasional cuddles.

"I'm not going anywhere, ok?" You repeat again to reassure him. "I'm here. I don't know why you're so fixated on the idea."

"But what if you're gonna meet some guy you'll fall in love with? Get married, have kids?" He mumbles, his breath warming your neck. "What about me then?"

Gently caressing his head to calm him down, you ask, "Well, aren't you gonna do the same? Don't you want to fall in love with some nice girl?"

He sighs loudly, head buried under your chin as he keeps clinging to you. "I've already had."

Eyes wide, you silently stare at him, but Midoriya doesn't stop cuddling with his face hidden from you like he doesn't want you to see him. What the hell? Is this a prank or something? What sort of a fucking rollercoaster is this evening?

You can't even believe he fell in love with someone. Seriously? And didn't even tell you? Who on Earth is this girl? Do you know her? How did they meet? Your head is ready to burst from the number of questions that only seem to multiple again and again with each sentence Midoriya says.

"But you never even hang out with anyone but me..." You start, furrowing your brows until Izuku is groaning in your chest, and it finally hits you.

He is talking about you.

You are the only girl he's ever cared about. The only person he's been close to. And he has always been nice, but also sort of exceptionally nice? Even your mom used to comment on how much he likes you, hinting at the evident crash he had for you, but you always thought it was just wishful thinking despite how much you'd liked him to be in love with you. Given how open he was, he would've already confessed, you thought. By the time you both turned into adults, you were pretty much convinced he didn't harbor any romantic feelings for you or no longer had them.

When in reality he might have fallen in love with you years ago and never fallen out of it.

It freaks you out that much your face is on fire. Fucking hell. How are you supposed to react? What are you going to say? You don't even understand how you are feeling about this. Do you like him? Sure, you absolutely do. But do you love him? Can you love him? He'll surely ask you to date now that the cat is our of the bag. And what are you going to say to that?

Instead, you try to direct your thoughts elsewhere and ask Izuku, swallowing a lump in your throat, "When did you f-fall in love with me?"

He mumbles something inaudible into your chest, and you have to grab his face and make him look at you despite how much you'd like the earth just to swallow you whole this very moment.

"When you first hit that kid for me, I think," he mutters with his face so red he resembles a ripe tomato.

Oh my god, you almost say to his face but manage to stop yourself, drawing a shaky breath instead. He's been in love with you all this time. All. This. Time. You are never going to live this moment down. Ever.

Your best friend had a crush on you for years, and you just blindly thought he was clingy for no reason aside from his loneliness. That he was just being moody when you went on a couple of dates in high school and talked to him about it. That he didn't date anyone himself because he's simply a very shy person and struggles to start a conversation with girls.

Were you being a huge moron to him all this time?

"You weren't supposed to find out this way," he grumbles, burying his head beneath your chin again. "I was preparing for a big reveal in a nice restaurant, and then we'd go on a trip, just the two of us."

You are so abashed you don't even have anything to say. Maybe you're actually dreaming right now on Midoriya's couch because only then it would all make sense. What the hell are you supposed to say? To feel? Your best friend has always been in love with you, and you had no fucking idea.

Again, not that you don't like him or anything. You do. Especially after he manned up a little, grew taller, and hit the gym, although you'd probably like him even if he still was 5"1 skinny as a rail guy with a baby face. It just feels weird to rapidly start developing these freaking intense feelings for someone you nearly considered a part of you.

While you're trying to somehow get out of this akward situation, your brain gives you the stupidest idea to make a joke, "Well, aren't we confident! Already planned a trip after confessing."

You almost feel him smile, but when he breaks the embrace to straighten and look you in the eyes, he has a sad expression on his face. "I'd try to convince you by any means possible I'd do anything for you. I was ready to grovel at your feet. I still am."

His words alarm you, and you immediately place your hands on his shoulders, causing him to smile again. You want to tell him under no circumstances he should do that to anyone at all, but Izuku keeps going before you can stop him.

"I mean it. I'd do anything. I'd let you hurt me. I'd let you rape me if you wanted to. I'd jump from the roof if you asked me. Whatever you want, I'll do."

Normally, a love confession would have made you happy, but the words he say break your heart instead, and your eyes are instantly wet before you even realize it. How could he say something like that? How could be so nonchalant about these things? Has he no regard for himself as a human being? No pride? No pity? How can he talk about being alright with you hurting him if only it meant you'd date him? How could be genuinely be fine with a thing like this?

'I'm sorry!" He apologizes immediately when tears start streaming down your cheeks. "I didn't mean to upset you, I swear! I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

You are fully sobbing now, clenching his stupid Captain America sweatshirt you got him last Christmas. This is so fucked up. How could he be okay with you doing these things to him? Why would he even go that far?

You can't stop yourself from embracing him once more, hugging him tight as your head rests on his broad shoulder. Midoriya doesn't protest, his gentle, warm hands already caressing your back as you sniffle.

"Izuku, you need help," you sob, soaking his sweatshirt, oblivious to his smile growing wide when you don't see his face.

Gently rocking back and forth like he's trying to calm down a child, he whispers to you softly in response, "Then will you stay and help me?"

It's such an innocent ask you have no second thoughts saying yes immediately because you better fall down the roof yourself than leave your friend in this state, and you don't even think about Izuku manipulating you into being with him. How could he? He's a cinnamon roll to the core. He's so good and pure it's dangerous for him to be left alone. Besides, you like him anyway, don't you? It's not like everything will change so much in a heartbeat. He's still your friend, still the closest to you. He'll always be. He just needs your help, and you can't say no when he's been so traumatized and really needs help.

Izuku knew you'd say yes, anyway.

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Tags: @yanderetodorokishoto @minshookie29

[heli-writes]

Heartbreak and other nuisances, part 2.

Pairing: Pro-hero!Deku x female!reader

Summary: Love is never easy, especially when you're the number one hero of Japan. After getting dumped by his childhood love, Deku just can't seem to get it right, much to his mother's disappointment. When he meets y/n, he is convinced it will just be a one-night stand. Or being fuck buddies. His broken heart stands in his way. And you've got your own demons to fight.

Disclaimer: nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, angst, heartbreak, bisexuality

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: I finally got around to write a second part of this!

Part 1, Part 2

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Izuku massages his temples. It's been just a couple of hours but the day is already too long. Izuku considers himself the kind of hero who prefers working outside, on the street. Patrolling, taking on missions, actively helping and saving people. That's why he became a hero in the first place.

He's shy by nature and therefore working with the press and fans is not really his thing. Over the years, he learned to play along. Smile at fans, give funny answers in interviews and always seem collected and content. Truth is though, most of these times he feels rather uncomfortable. Despite his reputation, it's still hard to believe that people look up to him, and idolize him even. Inside, he's still that weird quirkless nerd Kacchan always made fun of.

Interviews are even worse. He feels like these interviewers are always out to get him. Try to squeeze something juicy out of him, something scandalous, something that could potentially ruin his career.

“Mr. Deku, you're almost up.”

A worker from the TV station rips him out of his thoughts. He puts on a brave smile and gives her a nod.

“Alright, I'm ready whenever!”, he tells the worker.

The worker disappears and Izuku can hear the TV host introduce his appearance.

Time to put on a show, he thinks.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

So far the questions have been tame. Mostly, the male host asked him about his work on the street and some upcoming fan events. Stuff he feels comfortable talking about. The female host chirped in here and there asking about his costume and the heroes that he teams up with from time to time. Izuku is very glad she didn't ask about his rivalry with Dynamight.

“So while we're talking about fans. We all know you are very popular with the ladies. Tell us, Deku, can you give our viewers some hope? Would you ever be open to dating a fan?”, the female host flashes him some pearly white teeth. Deku doesn't like where this is going. Predictable, expectable? Yes, both. Uncomfortable? Also yes.

“Well, I don't see why I wouldn't. I used to be a huge fan of All Might and he's basically my dad now.”, Izuku chuckles. He hopes mentioning All Might and his relationship with his mother is enough to divert the interviewer's curiosity. He rarely talks about them publicly. So, basically, he's throwing her a bone.

“I bet that's a huge relief for our viewers. But would any of them even have a chance? Are you open to date at the moment?”, the hostess continues her prodding.

An image of you pined beneath him flashes through his mind. Is he ready to date? He doesn't know.

Izuku gives her an awkward laugh.

“I guess I have to disappoint. The job is filling my days, thoughts and heart. I'm afraid there is not much room for anything else.”, he tells her.

When the woman gives him a Cheshire cat smile, he knows she's about to say something bad. Bad for him, but good for her.

“Yes, I bet serious dating must be hard in your line of work. But what about casual dating? There have been reports of you being seen with different women over the last year.”, she tells him innocently.

Izuku wants to roll his eyes. Really? That's where she is going? As if being photographed with someone means he's dating them.

Another image of you is flashing through his mind. This time you're sitting across from him in that bar. Looking all pretty in that dress, giving him bedroom eyes.

He's sure no one took pictures of you. His PR team would've given him hell if an image like that was leaked. Also, he's not dating you, not even casually. He slept with you one time.

And yet you left your contacts at his place.

“I'm afraid I'm not the type to date causally.”, he tells the interviewer and flashes her one of his signature smiles. Checkmate. Izuku feels triumphant when he sees the hostess's disappointed smile.

It disappears when the camera zooms in on her. “Well, ladies, you've heard it here! If our favorite hero falls for you, he's all in!”, she tells the camera with a booming smile.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku feels more exhausted than he usually does. After he was finally allowed to go backstage again, people swarmed him. His PR team clapped him on the back, praising his witty answers. A backstage worker asked for an autograph for his kid. When he finally can retire to his dressing room, he's spent.

He slumps down in the chair in front of the big mirror with the big, round Hollywood-style lightbulbs around it. The bright light burns in his eyes. He takes a look at the reflection that stares back at him. The light makes him paler than he is. His skin looks almost ghostly and the makeup on his face suddenly does very little to hide the dark circles under his eyes. But, hey, at least his hair still looks perfect.

He can't seem to look away from his own image. For a moment he wonders if it's self-conceit so many heroes seem to carry. He watches his eyebrow furrow. That's not it. It's more like... looking at a stranger and trying to figure them out. What are they thinking? Do they have good intentions or bad ones? Can they be trusted? He scans his face like he does with villains and people in the street when he's patrolling.

He comes up with nothing.

He sighs and pushes a hand into the pocket of his pants. His fingers brush over the rough edges of the paper that's been sitting there for a couple of days now. By now the card must be bent and cracked. He pulls out your business card and looks at it.

Tutela Idumentis LLC Y/N L/N y/n.l/n@tutela-idumentis.com +1 711 23456

Of course, he's been nosy about the company on the card, so he googled it. Very quickly he ended up at an online store of a workwear clothing brand. Turns out, there's also a store of the brand here in Musutafu. Considering the lack of a title on your business card, he assumes you must work there as a store worker or something. Seems as if you aren't even a store manager.

He turns the card over and back to the front. He's tempted to send a text to the number on the card. That's why you left it, right? He sighs and shoves the card back into his pocket. Like he's done quite a few times before.

He doesn't need to text you. It's a bad idea. You both made it clear that you don't want a relationship. A hookup is fine, but turning it into a regular thing? That's the way you get caught by the press. Also, he's not sure if he can trust you. You had this aura around you. Kind of sneaky. And there's a devilish spark behind your eyes. He feels like it's best not to mess with you. He had a good night, you left and kept quiet about it. No big deal.

He decides that it's best to go home now. He gathers his things including a duffle bag with his hero costume and makes his way to the door. Usually, his security team would make sure that there is a car waiting for him but today he drove himself to the TV station. It gives him a certain authority over his own day instead of being dragged from one place to another. Lately, he's been feeling that most things lie outside of his control, so he enjoys these little decisions he can make for himself. Even if his head of security isn't always happy about them.

He manages to avoid most people on his way to the parking garage. After he's put his bag into the trunk, he slides into the driver's seat. He takes out his phone to put in the route back home. When he activates the mobile data on his phone, a flood of messages comes in. He's ignoring most of them but something catches his eye.

📷 @dynamight posted a new picture

He clicks on the notification and is led to Katsuki's Instagram page. He swallows hard when he sees the image Kacchan posted. It's a young woman in a white summer dress turning her back towards the camera with her arm outstretched behind her holding Katsuki's hand that can be seen at the bottom of the photo.

Izuku has met Kacchan's girlfriend before, even if it was only in passing. And yet the image of her burned itself into Izuku's mind. He's certain that it's her in the picture. Obviously, they are still together. But more importantly: Now they're officially together. That's more Izuku ever got from Katsuki.

Katsuki kept his relationship under wraps. Of course, there were rumors that he was seeing someone because the press always finds out. But he never commented on it, not even to deny the allegations.

And now he posted her. For the whole world to see. Telling everybody proudly: “That's my girl!”. No “We need to be careful.” or “Can you imagine what happens if this gets out?”. Izuku tries to swallow the lump in his throat. He feels betrayed. It's unfair. Why does this woman get what he wanted? What he waited for for so long? And she gets it this quickly? It makes him want to hate Katsuki. He's not sure what is boiling in his stomach, hurt or anger. Maybe both.

Quickly, he swipes the app away and opens maps.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He thought about it the whole way home. He was brooding over the implications of the picture Katsuki posted. About how it will change Katsuki's life and his work as a hero. From now on, he probably will bring his girlfriend to every red carpet event. The same events Izuku is invited to. Pushing the image of him and her further down his throat.

The silence of his apartment welcomes him. He doesn't turn on the big lights just yet. Instead, he opens the refrigerator and stays in the cool, dim light of it. He rummages through it to find something edible but nothing seems to raise his appetite.

He opens his phone again. Stares at the picture for a while. Then, he pulls out your business card. He puts the card and the phone next to each other on the counter. Stares at them until they blur together in his vision. His heart is pounding.

Finally, he picks up his phone again and types in your number.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

To say you're surprised to hear from the Nr. 1 hero of Japan again is an understatement. After a couple of days have passed without him texting you, you actually forgot about him. You don't dwell on hookups very long, even when they're rich and famous. You've met quite a few rich and famous people in your lifetime and you have to say that most of them are absolute pricks. Especially the male ones.

So, you were quite surprised when Izuku texted you inviting you for dinner. You find that invitation rather odd. Didn't he just recently say in an interview that he doesn't date? Casually or otherwise? And if he wants to hook up again, he doesn't really need to take you out first. After all, you know where he lives and you most certainly are down to go again.

He may be a rich famous prick, but at least he knows what he's doing in bed. Well, to be fair, he didn't strike you as a prick. Maybe a bit desperate for praise, but all in all he was quite respectful. At least he didn't use your contact info to force a signed NDA out of you.

You wipe at the side of your eye. Your eyeliner didn't turn out the way you want it to look like. You contemplate wiping it off completely but you decide it's probably not worth it anyway. It's likely your makeup won't stay in place this evening anyway. At least, that's your intention.

It'd be kind of funny if Izuku had serious intentions with this date. Well, not really, but it's always funny to you when men are easily wrapped around your finger. It's funny to see men's logical thinking going out of the window when a female body is involved.

You slip into the fancy dress you picked for tonight. Izuku told you that the restaurant he's taking you requires formal wear. You find it comical that he invites you out to such a fancy dinner. You wonder if letting him come inside is enough for him to fall in love. It makes you think he's a little bit pathetic. You're not interested in a relationship. You've got work to do and high ambitions. Romantic relations tend to stand in one's way. Moreover, you never were the relationship kind of person.

Your phone rings and you see that Izuku texted you that he's waiting for you downstairs. You grab your purse and make your way to the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku expected you to live in a small apartment in the city. Probably in an area with cheap corner stores and buildings that have long passed their prime days. Somewhere cheap, but not run down. Somewhere where people with normal jobs or many children live.

However, you live in the suburbs. In a nice neighborhood with families that have two cars in their driveways and a simple, but modern architecture. Apparently, you have a whole house to yourself. He wonders if it's your childhood home.

He parks the car in front of your front door and shoots you a text. Waiting for you, he feels kind of nervous. He wonders if this is really a good idea. He's not sure what he hopes to come from this. He's not ready to move on and he's sick and tired of superficial meetings and onenightstands. He concludes he must be trying to numb himself from the fact that he won't find love anytime soon or ever for that matter.

He swallows hard when he sees you stepping outside the door. You're wearing a long, red dress with a slit that goes up to your hip leaving the plumpness of your upper leg exposed. He did tell you that the place he's taking you requires formal wear but this dress looks like you certainly had something different in mind than just grabbing dinner. You're stunning and Izuku suddenly feels intimidated by you. Clearly, you're dressed to kill, or rather to fuck.

You walk up to his car and get in at the passenger side.

“Hey.”, you greet him with a toothy smile and Izuku has to admit that the smile makes you look even more stunning.

“Hey”, he tells you back. He knows he must sound a bit stiff, but to be fair he has no idea where he is going with all this.

An awkward silence befalls the car as he starts the engine and pulls out of your street. You can see how tense Izuku is. Clearly, he's nervous or at least highly uncomfortable. You wonder why he invited you in the first place. Also, you find it strange how the usually confident, sympathetic hero is reduced to... this. Somehow you doubt it's due to him being intimidated by your sex appeal.

When Izuku doesn't start a conversation, you do. You attempt to make some small talk with him.

“So, how was work today?”, you ask him. Izuku takes a moment to answer.

“It's been alright, I guess.”, he replies vaguely. Internally, you want to groan. You opened up the stage for him to boast about his work. That's what men like to do, right? Especially men who work in his field! You manage to avoid rolling your eyes.

“Alright, how are things on the street then? Patrol keeping you busy?”, you continue to ask him. You can hear Izuku breathing in in relaxation.

“It's been alright. Some villains here and there but mostly things are quiet.”, he tells you.

“Really, I mean that must mean you can relax a lot, right?”, you say teasingly. Izuku lets out a laugh and you think it's a nice sound.

“I wish that was the case. But a hero's work does not stop at patrolling.”, he tells you.

“I bet. All that press work. And do you not also lead charity for the quirkless? I've always wondered what that is about. Since when do quirkless people need charity? Just because they're quirkless, doesn't mean they can't have a job and life like normal people.”, you say.

“Of course!”, Izuku replies feverishly, “That's not what the charity is about. It's about integration into society, about perspectives.”

You notice that Izuku's whole body language shifts. His chest is all puffed and he pushes his chin forward. You have to smile smugly. Seems like you've found something to poke him with.

“Integration? Perspectives? Sounds to me as if you consider the quirkless as some second-class citizens.”, you tease him. You try to make your voice sound all serious.

“No, not at all! But it's just a fact that the quirkless are treated differently in our superhero society. They're often excluded, are not given the same chances as others.”, he tells you. There's a passionate look in his eyes and you start to feel soft. It's sweet how passionately he feels about the situation of the quirkless.

“And your charity tries to do something against it?”, you ask in a kinder voice.

“Yes, we do. I know there's only so much we can do, at least until the rest of the people change their minds, but still... I think it's important. It shouldn't matter if a person has a powerful quirk or none at all. We're all people.”, he tells you.

You keep looking at the profile of his face. Izuku's eyes are set on the road ahead, but the look in them is stern and determined. Clearly, this topic is important to him. You wonder if it's alright to reveal something real about yourself.

“My mother is quirkless.”

You study how his facial expression changes. For a second, his eyes widen. His grip on the steering wheel loosens a bit.

“Oh, I didn't know that. I'm sorry if I talked about this as if I know more than you.”, he says a bit more quietly.

You shrug and laugh a bit.

“It's alright. My mother has a good life. She married wisely, I guess.”, you ponder. From the corner of your eye, you can see that Izuku gives you a side-eye.

After that, silence befalls the car again. This time you don't attempt to make conversation. The topic dimmed your mood.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

At the restaurant, the staff shows you to your seats. The waiter shows you two to a private booth out of sight by most people in the restaurant. You conclude that Izuku must've chosen this place in order to have some privacy. He probably couldn't take you to many other places. Suddenly, you feel sorry for Izuku not being able to just go on a date without having to think too much about it. Then again, he chose this life and that's just one of the many negative aspects of being a hero. Grimly, you think about how you are glad to live a different life.

“Have you already chosen, ma'am?”

The waiter rips you out of your thoughts. You blink a couple of times and turn your attention to the menu card that you are holding in your hands.

After the waiter takes your orders, Izuku and you are left alone in the tiny booth again. Again, an awkward silence befalls you. Izuku clears his throat.

“So... um you work in the clothing industry?”, he asks you. You give him a court nod.

“Yes, we opened a store here in Musutafu recently.”, you tell him. He nods. Seems as if he was right when he assumed you worked at the local store.

“You like working here?”, he continues to ask. You shrug.

“I guess. My family's originally from Japan, so I guess it's nice being able to see that side of the family more often.”, you ponder.

“Oh, you didn't grow up here?”, he wonders and you shake your head.

“Nah, I grew up in America. Moved there because of my dad's job.”, you say. Izuku nods understandingly.

“I wish I could've spent a semester or so abroad, like All Might. But in the end that wasn't possible.”, he laughs awkwardly.

“Well, you didn't miss much. America isn't as great as everybody makes it out to be. Especially when you work in the hero business. The paparazzi are hell there.”, you say sympathetically.

Izuku rubs the back of his head and laughs again.

“Well, they're not great here either. Can be a real pain to be honest.”, he replies.

You were just about to answer him when the waiter arrived with your food. Once the plates are set in front of you, the conversation dies down as you two eat. This time a comfortable silence surrounds you. After dinner, you two stay for another round of drinks and the conversation flows more easily. You ask him about what he likes to do after hours and his time at U.A. He asks questions about your life in America. He notices how you only vaguely answer them. Eventually you two pay and make your way back home.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku parks in front of your house again. It's already dark outside and only the streetlights illuminate the inside of the car. Izuku's turned to you and you can barely see the freckles on his cheeks.

“I had a good time.”, you say and you mean it. Despite the occasional awkwardness, it was a nice date. And to be fair, Izuku's kind of cute when he's flustered. You teased him on purpose from time to time to bring that flustered expression out of him. You know it's probably a bit mean but you enjoy it too much to stop. Maybe it's your kink to see powerful men in weak positions.

Right now, Izuku wears exactly that expression and you can't help but smirk.

“Y-yeah... it's... it was nice. Maybe we could-”, Izuku can't finish his sentence. With a firm hold on his shirt, you yank him forward and press your lips against his. For the first few seconds, his brain barely reacts to what is happening. Then, he slowly puts his arms around you and kisses you back. You run your hands through his hair and deepen the kiss. A pleasant shiver runs down Izuku's spine. He places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls your face back onto his when you try to break the kiss apart.

You try to press your chest against his but the interior of the car is in your way. Suddenly, a light down the street gets turned on and you two quickly fall apart. It's a dog walker activating a porch light. Izuku pushes your head down. You stay like this until the walker has passed.

“Y'know if you wanted my head in your crotch, you could've just asked.”, you tell him grinningly.

Izuku lets go of your head and straightens his posture. He lets out a breath he didn't notice he was holding.

“I'm sorry... it's just...”, he starts.

“It's okay. You don't want to get caught. Career and everything.”, you say understandingly and Izuku is glad you get it. Then there's a mischievous gleam in your eyes and you grip onto his shirt again.

“But y'know... There is no such thing as bad press.”, you say and pull him back into your mouth again. Izuku groans and then pushes you away.

“We really shouldn't... not here...”, he trails while his eyes are fixated on your lips. You can already see his self-control slipping.

“Come up with me then.”, you invite him.

Izuku hesitates. You reach out your hand and lightly push your hand through the sides of his hair. Then, you cup his cheek. Softly, you trail his lips.

“Please.”

Izuku lets out a shaky breath before sighing. “You're a devil”, he tells you and you laugh.

“So, you're coming up then?”, you grin.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku didn't expect your home to look so... homely. He lowkey expected either very modern furniture that has a lot of flat surfaces with nothing on it or very old furniture that you inherited from your parents (like the house most likely). However, the inside of your house is tasteful. Soft beige and blue pastel tones dominate the rooms. The décor is feminine and simple. Dried flowers in vases, fairy lights, and soft blankets. He wonders what's it with you and blankets. You seem to keep one in every room.

You lead him through the living room to the staircase where you take him upstairs into your bedroom. Your bedroom is in the same style as the rest of the house. Izuku admits it's very cozy. He much rather slip under your bed's covers underneath the fairy lights and fall asleep than do whatever you've got planned.

He's still looking around the room when you start to take off your shoes and dress. He's taken aback when he notices you undressing and tries to avoid looking in your direction. As if he hasn't seen you naked before.

You catch his awkward look and have to chuckle. “Can you help me with this?”, you ask and point to the back of your bra. There's no denying it. You love teasing him. Swiftly and precisely, he opens your bra and you slip it off. You feel sorry for the man, so you pull a T-shirt over your head.

“Metalon? You like old-schooled heroes like that?”, Izuku asks teasingly. Only then do you notice the shirt you pulled over your head. Immediately, you're embarrassed.

“No, not really.”, you quickly say and pull the T-shirt over your head again. Izuku watches you with furrowed brows. While you are rummaging through your wardrobe for another T-shirt, he wonders if his comment made you feel so insecure that you felt the need to change clothes.

“You know, you didn't need to change it. It was just a joke.”, he tells you. You pull a sour grimace. “Yeah, I know.”, you answer him courtly. But nothing is more off-putting than wearing your dad's clothes before having sex with someone, you think.

Quickly, you dive under the covers on your bed and get cozy. You wave for Izuku to join you. Izuku slips out of his pants and shirt and joins you in the bed. Your blankets feel as soft as they look, he decides. You slide closer next to him. Your skin feels warm underneath his and he puts an arm around you. He's sure he could fall asleep then and there if it wasn't for you kissing up his neck.

He groans when you suck on that sweet spot just beneath his ear. He turns his head and meets you in a kiss. The kiss quickly becomes heated and he can feel your tongue begging for entrance. At the same time, your hand trails a pattern on the skin of his chest. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine as he feels your fingers trail lower with each passing second. His left-hand finds its way to your breasts as well. Gently, he massages one of them through the plain black T-shirt you're wearing. Carefully, you break the kiss apart.

“You can take it off, you know?”, you say while looking at him with hooded eyes. Carefully, Izuku lifts the shirt over your head. He takes a moment to take in the sight in front of him. You're beautiful. Part of him wishes you'd take off the panties as well. Before he can dwell on the sight too long, you shuffle closer to him. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and push your breasts against his chest.

Izuku pulls you closer, softly petting the skin of your back. It's been a while since he felt as comfortable and warm as he does now. It doesn't even bother him that you two are about to turn things sexual. Actually, it excites him. Usually, he's in for a quick fuck. Trying to ignore the person in front of him, just chasing his own release. It makes things easier. Easier to not get attached. He doesn't care about this this time. He longs for that closeness. That closeness he used to have with...

He pushes the thought out of his mind. He's with you right now. And right now you're sucking and biting on his earlobe which gets harder to ignore with each passing second. He lets his hands wander into your hair. Gently, he angles your head in a way that he can kiss you again. While he kisses you this time, you hold onto his arms. He can feel you rocking your hips against his. Seems as if you're already in the mood. Carefully, he breaks the kiss apart.

“You want it? Then you need to work for it.”, he tells you huskily. You groan and roll your eyes.

“You're mean.”, you reply. Then, you give him a devilish smile and disappear beneath the blanket.

Izuku leans back in anticipation. He can feel your hands running up and down his legs before pulling his boxers down. He puts his arm underneath the blanket and scratches the back of your head. It isn't long before he can feel you licking a stripe up and down his half-hard member. You take the still kind of limp dick in your mouth and gently massage it with your tongue. You can hear Izuku groan above you. It doesn't take long before Izuku's fully erect. Only then, you start bobbing your head up and down his length. The muscles in Izuku's legs tense up and you notice how he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. You contemplate whether Izuku's able to get another one up if you finish him like this. Eventually, you decide it's not worth the shot. You do want to get some tonight as well.

Luckily for you, Izuku must be thinking a similar thing since he pulls you up from his dick at some point. You crawl up Izuku's body and place both hands on either side of his head holding yourself up. That position only lasts a few seconds as Izuku pulls you down against him. He kisses you again and gropes your ass. You run your hands through his hair. You can feel him slide his dick over your clothed pussy and you have to break the kiss moaning.

“You think we can take this off?”, he asks you while pulling on the elastic band of your panties.

“Definitely.”, you pant.

Deku holds up your hips with one arm and uses his other hand to pull down your panties in one swift motion. Carefully, he places your hips down again and runs a hand up and down your leg.

“You're beautiful.”, he says in a soft voice and leans down to kiss you again.

Somehow this feels different, you decide. The way he lightly pushes you down into your plush pillow. How he caresses the skin of your hips. How he lets his lips ghost over your shoulder up to your neck before carefully sucking on the sensitive skin on your throat.

It's so different than last time. Everything feels softer, but more firmly too. As if Izuku thinks exactly what to touch next. It's a stark contrast to the needy heat of last time. You bask in the anticipation Izuku builds up with his soft but determined touch.

Finally, Izuku's hands dip in between your legs and you gasp at the feeling of his fingers running through your slick folds. Gently, he massages the wet flesh carefully avoiding your clit and hole. The skin on the back of your neck starts to itch. You need him. You need him to finally give you satisfaction. You groan in frustration.

“What is it, princess? Are you not feeling good?”, he asks you.

You bite your lip before answering: “I'm feeling good, Izuku. Just... just please!”.

He doesn't tease you. Doesn't say something along the lines: “Use your voice. Tell me what you want”. No, he leans down to kiss your mouth again. While kissing, he finally touches your clit. You thrust your hips upwards to his hand. Gently he rubs circles on the sensitive bud. You break the kiss moaning.

“Shit.”, you curse. You can't help but look down. Where his hand meets your womanhood. You can feel the wetness pooling between your folds. Izuku kisses the side of your face.

“Focus on me.”, he tells you and you look up to him. He leans over your side and you stroke the side of his face. His green eyes capture yours and you can't seem to look away. One of his fingers finds your hole and enters you. Again, you gasp gently but you don't look away.

There's something sensual and intimate about looking into somebody's eyes while they're inside you. You can feel your heart beating out of rhythm with Izuku's fingers entering and exiting you. You can't help but want more. You want him hovering above you, your hands running down his sweat-stained chest and his cock inside you in the same rhythm as your heartbeat.

“Izuku”, you pant, “Don't you want to fuck me?”

Izuku groans and leans down to suck on your nipple. When his eyes find yours again, he says “Desperately so”. He pulls his fingers out of you and you rummage to find a condom.

Once you pulled it over his dick, you get in position. He's taking you missionary this time and you think it's fitting for tonight. Gently, Izuku spreads your legs apart and you lead him to your entrance. Slowly, he enters you while leaning down to your face again. He gives you a moment to adjust before setting a slow pace.

You wrap your arms around his neck and enjoy just how deep he reaches you. Goddamnit, he's so sexy, you think. The way his green locks fall into his face. The way his face contorts in pleasure. The way short, sharp breathes exit his mouth. You want to watch him fall apart.

You stop his thrusting and push against his chest. Izuku stops and gives you a puzzled look. “What?”, he asks you.

“Sit up and lean against the headboard.”, you tell him. Izuku follows your order and sits at the head of your bed. You crawl up to him, gently kissing his leg before sitting up and hovering over his dick. Gently you touch his cheek before sinking down on his cock.

Izuku lets out a long moan and pants when your pussy is finally fully stretched above him. Carefully, you start rocking your hips. Izuku's hands immediately fly up to your sides helping you with your motions. You lean back, steadying yourself with your hands on his legs. You give him a full display of your tits and the way his dick slides in and out of you. His eyes almost bulge out of their sockets and you need to suppress the urge to laugh at him.

You fuck him like this until his head falls back against the headboard. Only then, you sit up again. You continue rocking your hips but you lean towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

“I-i don't think I last very long anymore...”, he tells you panting and you have to smirk.

“Good.”, you whisper back at him.

You start a faster, more grinding pace on him and Izuku throws his head back again in a choked moan. You grind on him harder than before and you enjoy how the base of his cock stimulates the hard bud of your clitoris. Keeping the pace up, you start chasing your own high.

“Sh-shit, y/n...”, you hear him groan and you can feel his cock twitch inside you. You rock your hips harder into him getting more friction to your clit. You feel how his hands grip your hips but you're too lost in your own pleasure to care what he's doing. You can feel the heavy feeling in your stomach building up indicating that an orgasm will hit you soon. You grip onto his shoulders and blend out his moans and heavy breathing. Finally, you fuck yourself over the edge and your pussy starts spasming around his member. Izuku lets out a “Fuck, yes!” and comes with a shudder.

You stay on his cock trying to catch your breath. Izuku's head lolled onto your shoulder when he came. He stays nuzzled into your neck, softly caressing the skin of your lower back. You can already feel Izuku's dick softening inside of you but you don't want to get off yet. The expectation for this night was to have steamy, hot sex with him. Instead, you fucked more like lovers than strangers.

A cold shiver runs down your spine. You don't want a lover. You tap his shoulder and Izuku looks up with hooded eyes. Carefully, you slide off of him. The feeling of him slipping out of you leaves you feeling empty. It seems as if Izuku is brought back to reality as he clears his throat.

“Where's your bathroom?”, he asks and you point to a door at the side. He slides out of bed picking up his boxers on the way to the bathroom. You lean back against the headboard.

“Shit.”, you mumble. Quickly, you get up and open the window as wide as possible in hopes that some cool, fresh air can order your thoughts. What was I thinking fucking him like this?, you ask yourself. Izuku strikes you as a man who falls in love quickly. You don't want to give him any false hopes.

But it felt so good. Being held like that. Being worshipped like that.

You rub your temple and start looking through a drawer. You pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You rarely smoke and if you do, you do it with a purpose. To piss off your parents. To impress someone with smoke rings. To calm your head when stressed. You light up a cigarette and take in a deep breath.

“Care to share?”, Izuku's voice can be heard behind you. You don't respond but lift up the half-full cigarette pack up to him. You feel him stepping closer to you and taking the pack from you. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body on your back. He's not touching you but he's awfully close. You hear the clicking of the lighter and Izuku taking a pull of his cigarette.

A smoke ring wavers outside the window beside you. Then you feel his hand on your hip.

“That was intense.”, he tells you and you have to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it was.”, you reply and take another drag.

Izuku snips some ash from his cigarette and you can't help but lean back against him. He presses a kiss into the base of your neck. His green hair tickles your skin.

“I wonder...”, he starts and you want to cringe. Izuku clears his throat.

“I wonder if you'd like to make this a regular thing.”, he says and you halt.

“What do you mean?”, you ask unsurely. Please don't ask me to start dating you, you beg internally.

“Us. Fucking.”, he replies and you turn around to him in disbelief. He must've noticed the surprised look on your face and he shrugs.

“You want good sex, didn't you say that? And I need to blow off some steam once in a while.”, he explains. A smirk blooms on your face.

“Wow, you're that confident in your expertise? Think you can keep me satisfied longterm?”, you tease him. Izuku lets go of your hip and puts a hand under your chin raising it a bit.

“Believe me, I haven't even started to show you what I can do.”, he tells you with darkened eyes. You raise your eyebrow challenging.

“I guess that means I have to find out.”, you tell him.

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BNHA Their nickname for you | Them

Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria| ★Shoto Todoroki★ | Tamaki Amajiki | Keigo Takami [Hawks] | Dabi [Toya Todoroki] | Hitoshi Shinso

Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread

Type | Bullet Point • Fluff

A/n: I really need to finish this character list 😭 I’ll try my best write them quickly, also I’m still working on some requested works so I’m sorry if I’m slow right now (​꒦ິꈍ​​꒦ິ)

M.List

| ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ | | Y/N |

✯ Love ✿ ✯ Icyspicy

✯ Princess ✯ Hot stuff

✯ Darling ✯ Candy cane

✯ Peach ✯ Shou ✿

• Shoto never thought about giving you any nicknames. Both of his parents weren’t the most, affectionate couple; so it never crossed his mind. Until he noticed how other couples gave each-other cute nicknames, and so he seek advice from an export at romance.

“Hmmm, well you could call her maybe love? Love is a good start, for relationships starters. ^^” Ochaco advice, and that’s exactly what he did. As he did; it made you shy around him.

• Where there’s a prince, there’s always a princess. Yes, you’ll always be Shotos princess. He calls you Princess when he's in a good mood. And he thinks it suits you very much. Because of how charming you tend to be, you do it without realizing it. <3

• “Hello darling, how are you?” yes, this is a classic nickname he calls you when you're alone. It may be cheesy but, he loves be it. And as for you, you love it as well. You feels so special in a way, when he calls you darling. It gives you butterflies in your stomach.

• Peaches are your favorite fruit, although; you rarely ate them. Shoto figured it was because you didn’t have time to pick some. For you both were way too busy with hero studies to do so. Therefore, he somehow convinced Mr. Aizawa to take him to a peach farm… Perks of being the number one hero’s son.

When you had first heard him say that, you were confused. So when you asked him how he got the nickname, you were surprised and very amused at the same time.

“Aww! You remember! I like peaches! That’s so sweet Shou!”

He only nodded, and there was a stumble small smile when you called me Shou.

| Y/N |

• How do I even begin with this… nickname. Icyspicy? Really? What kind of nickname is this T^T? I can’t even believe how nonchalant Shoto was about it.

He was a bit confused, though; there was surprisingly faint pink hue upon his cheeks when you called out his “nickname”.

“Where did you even come up with that?” He questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. I figured since you have an ice and a fire quirk. I’d give you a nickname that is combined with it.” You smile. He pat your head in amusement.

• “Hey there hot stuff~” You purr in Shotos ear, as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. Okay, now this took him by surprise. He was barely getting used to icyspicy, but now you are coming up with nicknames left and right.

“Where do you get theses nicknames…”

“From my heart hot stuff ❤︎“

• At this point Shoto doesn’t even know nor question, where you get your.. unique… nicknames for him… “Marry Christmas candy cane! I love you!” You say, as you handed him a present and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too love.” He kissed your nose and walked away.

“Hey! Candy cane! You can’t just do that and walk away!” You exclaimed, flustered by his action.

• Shou is his permanent nickname. Out of all the nickname you called him. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, but never came up with anything. You wanted to give him a permanent nickname. One that you could proudly call him out to without embarrassing him. “Hmm…” you thought as you wrote down some nicknames.

You played around with it, until you “accidentally” spelled him name wrong. “Hmm… oh! Opps—wait…” you looked at the writing. Shou… “sounds like shoe hehe.” You giggled as you doddle around.

The next day, you had accidentally called him Shou. He was confused. “Oops! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to call you that—“

“I like it. Sounds cute.” He smiles slightly. You blush a little. “Oh.. alright than,” you giggled.

“Anyways! Shou~ let’s go on a date! I wanna have you all to myself today!” You cheekily winked. He agreed and left to go change. “Oh! Shou!” You called out to him. He turns around curiously. “I love you!” You smile, before running off.

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FILE NAME: SUMMER CAMP BLUES.TXT

USERS FOUND: stalker!yan!izuku midoriya x fem!afab!reader

WARNING! THIS FILE HAS BEEN CORRUPTED! DO NOT OPEN! noncon, dubcon, piv, fingering (f!receiving), blood, violence, stalking, yandere, biting and drawing blood, ask to tag

NOTES ABOUT THE VIRUS: you could’ve sworn you saw eyes in the woods. deep pits of blackness and a lust you couldn’t fathom… until it was right in front of you, that is.

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you took a step back and away from the boy in front of you. he was… was he crying? this didn’t make any sense. he looked so meek, so… scared, almost. 

“what do you mean, no?” he sniffled, barely holding it together as he peered at you with emerald eyes that glinted in the moonlight. “you said you liked me, that you really loved being my friend… i thought we would be together forever.”green curls fell into his face as he sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands. he really looked younger than you, even though he was a year your senior. you winced at the sight, looking around to see if any of your friends were there to save you. no one came.

“i’m sorry, izuku. i just don’t like you like that. i hope you can forgive me.”

he didn’t reply, only sniffling a little harder, so you got to your feet from the picnic blanket beneath you. “i’m just going to go back to my cabin. we can pretend this didn’t happen in the morning, okay?”

you were met with silence from the boy as his image started to waver in front of you. you turned, seeing the lights of your cabin in the distance through the trees, and you took two steps through the grass before a vice grip was suddenly attached to your wrist.

you were yanked back down to the floor, and izuku was over you, tear-stained face close to yours, a sick look in his eyes. “don’t leave me. you can’t fucking leave me-”

you shot up straight in your bed, almost smacking your head on the rafters thanks to being on the top bunk. you looked around, feeling like the grip of that kid was still on you. you took a few deep breaths and flopped right back down onto your pillow. just that dream again, you muttered inwardly, closing your eyes again in the morning light of the dawn peeking through the messy blinds of the staff cabin you shared with your friend.

every summer since that day, you’d had dreams of that teen from your past. you hadn’t seen or heard from him since that day, and frankly, a majority of it wasn’t even what had happened. izuku midoriya was the shy kid at camp, and you had befriended him to be nice. you really had ended up enjoying his company, however, until he turned around and asked you out. you had said no, and he accepted that and walked away, never to be seen again. your friends at the time assumed he had simply begged his mom to come pick him up, too embarrassed to face you, but you didn’t know for sure.

it had been a long, long time since that day. you were a kid, barely a teenager, and yet the memory kept coming back as if it was a horrible trauma you had faced. you rubbed the heels of your palms into your eyes and considered trying to go back to sleep, but you instead were met with the blaring of your friend’s alarm from the bunk below. it was time to get up and get ready for work.

you had ended up with the seasonal gig as soon as you turned eighteen, graduating from summer camp goer to summer camp counselor. you enjoyed giving kids of the younger generations the experiences that you had gotten growing up, whether it be making boats out of different materials to float out onto the lake, friendship bracelets, or even just telling ghost stories by the fire. the camp had become your passion, and you had figured that dealing with nightmares every summer was worth it to see the kids be happy year after year.

you rolled your way out of bed and clambered lazily down the ladder, smacking your friend in the face with a pillow to get her ass up and moving. it was going to be another long day of hiking followed by a bonfire, and you were in charge of both.

you spent the early morning hours getting yourself ready, taking full advantage of the private staff bathrooms to shower in peace (without shower shoes! because your friends were clean!) and attempted, yet again, to make sense of your nightmare.

ever since you returned to the camp as a counselor, you felt watched. you felt as though someone was always just beyond the tree line, just out of eyesight. you had almost started convincing yourself you were crazy, what with how your friends made fun of you for feeling that way. they consistently reminded you that you were always safe within the fencing of the summer camp, with cameras and people everywhere, and you had half a mind to believe them.

sometimes, though, you convinced yourself that you could see someone in the woods. a mna, large and wide, a mop of hair over his face, as though he had been living in the wilderness for years. you saw him late at night or early in the morning, far off in the distance. if you caught him, he would disappear just as quickly as he arrived.

you were starting to believe it when your friends told you you were crazy.

a bump against the bathroom window roused you from your introspection, and you turned your head towards it. upon seeing nothing, you simply assumed that it was a bird dropping something against the window pane. 

you shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. nothing to be afraid of.

—

you smiled widely as you led your group of young teens up the side of the mountain, walking stick in hand, heavy pack adding to your load as you trekked through the rocky terrain. you heard some kids chit chatting with each other, others whining about having to do physical movement while on a summer retreat. you just laughed at their antics, shaking your head and shouting that you were almost at the top. 

you took a look around to locate the next white marker on a tree up ahead. thank the gods for the people that had first mapped the trail and made your life so much easier. you tossed a look over your shoulder to remind the kids to grab onto the sturdy looking trees you were grabbing to help them tug themselves up over higher rocks, and they listened to you.

you got your group to the top first with no cuts or bruises. it was almost like a miracle.

two by two your campers stepped up into the clearing, ooh’s and ahh’s being shared amongst them as they took in the beautiful view of nature.

you allowed yourself a moment of reprieve, knowing your kids weren’t stupid and wouldn’t get closer to the ledge. you hummed a tune as you took your backpack off and dropped it near the very edge, taking a seat at the rock cliff and swinging your legs over the edge. kicking them back and forth, you fumbled in your pack for one of your large water jugs, unscrewing it and taking a few long sips. 

you felt serene, up there on that ledge. you kept an ear out for your kids, but you allowed them to explore the beautiful clearing for a minute or two as you cooled down from your workout. you even allowed yourself to pour a little of the water over the back of your neck. sighing as the cool liquid soaked into your shirt and cooled you off immediately.

it was then that you saw it. the slightest of flashes, something that you shouldn’t have been able to see with your sunglasses on.

your brows furrowed. you were high up on a mountain in the middle of the woods, and you know you saw something flash. 

you lifted your sunglasses up to perch them on your head as you looked out towards that general direction, and that’s when you saw it again. a flash, followed by movement in the trees.

a… a camera? maybe? but there shouldn’t be anyone in the woods.

“miss yn! miss yn! come here! we found a cool bug!”

“i’m coming!” you shouted back to your camper who was begging for your attention, slowly rising to your feet as you continued to stare out into the woods, directly at where the flash came from.

you packed your bag and hurried from the ledge. maybe you needed to take some melatonin to really get a good night’s sleep tonight. you were seeing things,

—

the bonfire was a success. only two of the younger girls got marshmallow in their hair! that much was considered an absolute win.

you and your other counselors got your respective cabins to bed a little later that night, having allowed them to stay up by the fire until the temperature really started to dip. you and your friend were on the hook for putting the blaze out, as any good camp counselors should when practicing fire safety in the middle of the woods. 

you, however, had come prepared with a hoodie over your tshirt and shorts. your friend, not so much. you sighed as you watched her shaking hands fumble with another water bottle, and you walked over to take it from her and shoo her off. “i can put it out. it’s small now,” “but we’re not supposed to leave each other alone,” she whined right back to you, making you actually laugh. 

“you know i can handle myself in the dark, babes. i’ll be fine. go, before you give yourself hypothermia.” “i think i should stay-” “go. i got this.” you chuckled and turned her by her shoulders, pushing her in the direction of the private staff bathrooms to go take a hot shower and warm back up.

she begrudgingly left you alone with the final tasks of putting out the fire, making sure the camp was clean, and then finally going off to bed. you used the rest of the water bottles on hand to put out the burning embers, kicking them with your beat up sneaker to make sure they would stop smoking. you wiped your hands on the front of your sweatshirt, and turned away from the fire to sit on one of the logs that was used as a bench to look up at the night sky.

you let out a sigh. it was pleasantly dark, the moon full overhead, stars glittering among the black ink of the night. these nights were what you loved as a kid coming to camp. you could never see the stars from home, but out here, they shone down on you almost as brightly as the sun.

you remembered izuku, from back then, how those wet green eyes glittered in the same light. you worried for him. you hoped he was okay.

a tree branch snapped off to your left, towards the woods where the camp ended and the tree line began.

you sat up straight before fumbling around in your hoodie pocket for your flashlight, getting to your feet. if it was a deer or a small critter, it would be better to shoo it off than have a young camper try to interact with it without knowing.

you took slow, methodical steps towards the tree line, listening for any other sounds from the woods other than the crunching of leaves and gravel under your own feet. you held your breath as you shined your flashlight through the leaves.

“hello?” you called into the trees, taking a few more steps forward, past the tree line and into the gaping maw of the woods. “if you’re a deer or a fox or something, just get away.”

you crunched the twigs and leaves a little harder under your feet to further scare the animal away, and then stood still. there was nothing, not even the sound of the breeze in the treetops could be heard. it was as if a blanket fell over the world and trapped you in it.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you had even been holding. the critter must have scampered away. you had barely even needed to walk into the woods for it to get scared off.

you turned and saw the light of your cabin between the trees and the leaves, but only for a split second before there was suddenly someone there.

you barely realized what your body was doing, but you thanked a god you weren’t sure you even believed in that your fight or flight kicked in. you were running as hard as your legs could pump, deeper into the forest which was frankly the wrong way but you had no choice. it felt like your ears were ringing as you felt bushes and bramble and twigs kick up around your legs and claw at your clothes.

you heard it – the looming figure, the stranger, the mystery man –  you heard him trampling towards you, heavy footfalls in the dark of night as your lungs ached for breath. he was after you and you felt like you were going to pass out from the sudden spike of fear and adrenaline.

you almost pissed yourself when you tried to hop a fallen tree only to have it grab you by the ankle and send you crashing to the forest floor, face first, your nose bashing in against the hard dirt as you screamed.

you struggled, legs flailing and body heaving as you tried to get up, but then there was a hand on the back of your neck, large and rough and gloved, pressing your face to the floor.

you were trapped.

you screamed again, and the thing’s – no, the man’s – hand tightened around the back of your neck, his fingertips pressing against your windpipe, and you froze underneath him.

“finally…” you heard a voice murmur, and it felt like fire ants had started crawling down your spinal cord.

you knew that voice. you recognized it from your nightmares. 

you said nothing as the man’s heavy hand stayed on your neck, and he shifted to press a knee into your back, permanently disabling you from moving. “finally…” he repeated himself, and your blood went cold when you heard the smile in his muffled voice, “i’ve got you. i’ve finally got you. it’s been such a long time since i’ve seen your pretty face in person, yn.”

“let me go, izuku,” you murmured right back to him, trying to lift and turn your head from the forest floor, not wanting to aggravate him more, “just let me go. this is a mistake, i can’t-”

“you denied me,” he spoke over you, gripping your neck tighter and making you wheeze and your eyes roll back, “all those years ago. do you remember? remember how i held your hand and confessed to you? i was just a loser back then. i didn’t think you thought that of me, but i was wrong.”

you opened your mouth to reply, but he leaned more of his weight into the knee shoving you down into the ground, and instead you wheezed. 

“you told me no. that you just wanted to be friends… girls who only want friends don’t go kissing other guys behind the cabins. they don’t do that. why did you do that to me? i loved you, it wasn’t fair.”

“izuku…” you wheezed out, and finally he seemed to let up, letting go of your neck and shifting off of your back to forcibly grip your shoulders and spin you so that your back was in the mud instead. it was at this moment that you tasted the familiar tang of blood; your nose had started bleeding from the impact.

you were finally met with the green eyes of your attacker, familiar and dark and crazed, barely visible in the bright moonlight and from underneath the dirty hockey mask he wore to make an attempt at concealing his identity. clearly, he knew that you recognized him, so he straightened where he was straddling your midsection to push the mask up onto his head.

he was older, and he was bigger. the scrawny kid you knew at camp as kids turned into a massive giant of a man, rippling muscle under a tattered t-shirt and faded ripped jeans that barely held together around his thighs. his freckles seemed more abundant, as did some scars on his face that you couldn’t explain. 

he studied your bleeding face in the pale moonlight, and, ever the crier, teared up at your pain and at seeing you up close for the first time in years.

he reached a hand down to swipe at the blood dripping onto your lips with a gloved thumb. “why did you say no? why didn’t you love me back? why did you make me do this to you? you’re bleeding, i didn’t mean to make you trip…”

“how did you find me?” you jerked your head away from his grip, trying to get a hold on the situation you found yourself in. “i don’t understand, why are- what did-”

“it was easy to find you.” he muttered, shaking his head and gripping your chin to keep you still. “you kept coming back to camp. your pictures are all over the camp website. every year you’d come back for sleepaway, and then you kept coming back as a counselor. it was simple. you should have expected me, i loved this camp as a kid before you broke my heart.”

he was rambling, his fingers curling into the soft, stained apples of your cheeks as he held your face up towards the night sky to make sure you were listening to him.

your chest heaved. you felt like your body was caving in on itself. he had always been there, always in the shadows. those eyes, those camera flickers… you weren’t delusional. but you were too late with that realization.

“izuku,” you coughed a little, starting to really feel suffocated by the post nasal drip of your blood in your throat from the fall, “please, i’m sorry. let me go, please don’t-“

“i’m not gonna hurt you,” he cut you off, shaking his head once again as he let go of your chin to slide his bloodied hand down your front.

your blood ran cold. “izuku, no-“

“please,” he begged you, pathetically, shifting back off of your midsection and down lower, lower, straddling your upper thighs. his hands, dirty and bloody, hovered over your chest, ghosting down your form with a wet, lovesick smile on his face. “just once, please, i-… i just need to…”

you didn’t get a chance to protest, or even think about it, because izuku was making the decision for you.

he leaned down and mashed his lips to yours. you couldn’t breathe. your hands scrambled to shove at his shoulders, your lips squeezed shut, but his own dry, cracked ones worked you open. his thick, corded biceps didn’t budge from where they caged you in, one hand on either side of your head now.

you kicked and squirmed and izuku didn’t move. he kissed you and you didn’t kiss back. he laved his tongue over your bloodied lips, slurping up the tainted re liquid as if it were wine instead.

“you taste divine…” he purred against you, a hand moving along your side before starting to tug at your waistband.

you gave one last attempt at trying to struggle, at trying to punch at his face or shove him away, but he was massive, looming over you and grabbing your flailing hands in one of his own to pin them above your head. 

“stop resisting, you’ve left me no choice!” he practically whined at you as he pinned you to the muddy floor, and you felt the involuntary reaction of your body heating up spread through your cheeks like wildfire. “i have to have you…” he murmured, licking his lips clean of your blood, and you felt your head start to swim.

“no, please…” you shook your head, the throbbing in your face from the fall finally registering, “please don’t, izuku…” “shh, you’ll like it. i can already tell.” he smiled at you, wet and soggy, before leaning back down to start kissing along your neck and jaw. his hand slid underneath your shirt, a warm, broad palm pressing into your side before sliding up to cup your breast. “no bra… amazing…” he muttered into your collarbone, toying with your nipple as you whimpered and squirmed underneath him.

you didn’t want this, you wanted to run – you had no choice but to allow him to sit up again and remove your pants and underwear in one rough go, yelping out when you heard the thin fabric of your panties tear in his grip despite your pants. he pushed your knees apart and groaned, staring at your glistening folds in the moonlight. “you’re so wet. see? i knew you loved me, depe down.”

you knew better than to argue with a brick wall.

you felt one hand ghost over your folds, making you twitch and jerk; his other hand moved to shove your shirt up to reveal your tits to the cold night air, making you shiver.

izuku was practically purring, sliding two fingers between your sopping folds as he groped your breast. “look at you. so much more pliant. i didn’t want to hurt you, see? i just wanted to show you how much i loved you, i promise.”

you opened your mouth to rebut, but all that poured out were a string of curses and whimpers as he pushed one thick digit into your twitching hole, the rough pad of his thumb drawing tight circles over your puffy clit.

you shouldn’t be feeling so good. you shouldn’t be whimpering in the dirt under him, squirming and digging your nails into the mud while you tasted your own blood on your lips. and yet, you were, keening under his touch as he pumped one, no, two fingers in and out of you, wet squelching starting to echo through the trees.

his lips were on your neck again, sucking bruise after bruise into your skin as he guided a third finger in, making you cry out from the stretch. he laughed against your ear, “enjoying yourself now? i could’ve given this to you so long ago, but you kept running. not anymore.”

a chill ran up your spine, but the fear ebbed away into pleasure as he found that spongy spot inside of your tight walls that had your eyes rolling back into your head and your arms flying to wrap around him.

he groaned, his teeth sinking into your neck as you started to crumble. you felt the coil in your stomach burn red hot, faster than you yourself could do, and your body jerked in his grasp as your high came crashing down onto you. you felt your fluids gush into the palm of his hand and splash onto the dirt floor underneath you, and you swore you could hear izuku moaning in tandem with you against your skin, as if he was getting just as much pleasure from it as you were.

he fingered you through your high before pulling his fingers out and licking them clean with a moan. you shook, eyes wide and teary, thinking he would be done – unwise of you, you came to realize, as he sat back on his heels and shoved his dirty jeans down just enough to let his heavy cock flop out, dripping with pre, so hefty it couldn’t stand on its own. you started to shake your head through the fog of your orgasm, heels digging into the dirt. “no, no, it won’t-”

“stop,” he growled, grabbing your ankle and yanking you back towards him, making you cry out in fear, “stay still. it’s gonna fit. you just need to relax, okay? can you relax?”

you were panicking again, shaking under him as he looped your twitching legs around his waist and tapped his cock against your wet pussy. you throbbed and shifted underneath him, whimpering at how the head of his cock bumped against your clit with each swipe. he was smiling again, lovesick and puppylike as he watched his cock get soaked in your juices. 

“finally…” he hummed, revering the way the fear in your eyes turned to straight panic as the tip of his cock dipped into your hole, “finally i can fill you up.”

izuku sunk himself home, and you screamed. the sting was harsh, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as the feeling of being filled in just the right way.

izuku groaned and immediately flopped over you, sinking himself as deep as he could go, lifting your legs up onto the crooks of his arms, bending you in half as he nuzzled against your shoulder. “you feel just like i imagined, so tight… i know you’re not a virgin, but you feel like one.”

you bit down on your lip, feeling yourself involuntarily clench at his words. he gasped a little, and then you felt his smile against your skin. “i’ll move now, okay? you’re gonna feel so good.”

you barely had a breath in your lungs before he was drawing his hips back and slamming himself home. you screamed into the forest, unheard by the camp, as izuku ruthlessly fucked into you. jackrabbiting and needy, he fucked you like an animal in heat, and you were getting off on it. 

the angle he had you contorted in was perfect, hitting the right spots and feeling the drag of his cockhead against your walls had your head spinning. you latched onto him, unable to find purchase in the forest floor, and he welcomed your embrace by caging you under him further.

his balls smacked heavily against your ass as he pounded you, your eyes rolling back hard into the sockets as you felt the coil in your stomach start to heat up. you were babbling, clawing at his back, digging your nails in and twitching so violently. 

izuku was moaning into your shoulder, drooling against your skin, laving his tongue along your collar bone. “fuck, fuck, please, cum for me, cum on my cock, gonna fill you up so good, please-”

listening to his moans against your ear rattled your brain and make you see white. you cried out loudly into the night air, your body pulling taut as a bowstring before you let go, feeling yourself cum all over his cock, that creamy ring of white forming almost immediately.

you felt like you were floating, but only for mere seconds. you felt his cock jump in your sopping hole, and then you were being filled to the brim with his seed, and you felt his teeth sink into your flesh.

this time, you screamed in true pain. 

he gnashed his teeth into your shoulder as he came inside you, breaking the skin and letting his mouth fill. you panted, feeling hazy and too warm, dizzy and flighty…

he lifted his head from your shoulder and swallowed the fresh blood, smiling as it dripped down his chin and landed on your lips. “that was… everything. let’s get you home.”

you felt your body be lifted soon enough, and you saw the lights of your cabin in the far distance flicker out.

[hail-brod]

Boyfriend And Girlfriend

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Masterlist

Midoriya Izuku in a relationship!

What would it be like to have someone close to you? With eyes that stare lovingly at your form and the unsaid feelings being conveyed successfully.

What would it be like to be Midoriya Izuku's world?

And him as yours?

Midoriya Izuku is a meek person. At most.

Usually the good-natured, sweet guy in class. The one that breezes past the eyes of the other people. The kid that was always so shy around people, busting in the shade of red the moment he was the center of attention. Mumbles and stutters filled the boys mouth when ought to converse with others.

The innocent little boy. So kind and pure.

That's what everyone saw.

But Izuku wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be treated and seen as a guy that anyone would rely on. He wanted to be a safe haven to people that needs a shoulder.

He wants to be that. He can be that.

He believed so. Middle school went by like a train in the night, waking up from the nap of exhaustion. It wasn't too late to be better, he thought. High school would be just around the corner and it's his chance to start anew in this vital phase of life.

He'd tell himself that, it'll be fine. He worked so hard in his studies and tried to be social at times. Baby steps were more than enough especially since it's a territory that he rarely crosses and so he did just that.

Even though he was still the same mumble and stutter boy, he knew being bolder was a necessary step for him to grow.

Sure, an eye contact here and there was hard enough but he knows he can manage. He'll get used to it.

It's not that he has a lot of trouble socializing. The first ever judgement he ever receives were the eyes that would look down on him. Girls that would gossip behind his back because he was too nerdy for their own taste. The whines that he would hear whenever a student gets partnered up with him in a school project.

It's a terrible feeling that he put up with all that as he grew up. A mere nervous chuckle was all he could let out in those situations. As if saying that he was sorry for being a bother, a defense mechanism that he got used to.

Everyone had their own group of friends, duo, trio or whatnot. All he had was...himself.

He spends the slot of his time writing on his notebook or reading his top favorite hero mangas. Other students would stare at him as he would absentmindedly mumble to himself while intently focused on his own business. Just reading and overly analyzing the characters' quirks or personality.

That ends with him snapping up from realization that he was, once again, being a bother.

He was lame, alright. Everyone thought that. He knew.

First day of high school came, and it started quite....well?

He couldn't be the judge of that yet. Everyone was someone new on his eyes. New people, new friendships. Everyone was still trying to adjust and with eyes skimming across the class, trying to feel in their gut whether who to befriend or to approach. It was as if, a scouting was taking place in the classroom.

He then imitated their antics.

It was ridiculous in some ways but he felt calm. Somehow, he doesn't feel like he's falling behind. He received stares and smiles but that was it.

He's fine with that. He could only smile back so as to not come off as rude.

Though, it was still the same experience. Him, seated on his little circle, fumbling his thumbs. It took him seconds to decide that, yes, he should fly out of his nest.

"H-hi..!" A stutter right away.

Seated on his right was a girl. He greeted her with all his might, trying to initiate a conversation.

He lately realized she was busy reading a book.

He paled.

No...not again.

He was being a bother.

Or so he thought.

The said girl turned to him with a questionable look, eventually blinking at the sight of him as she processed his intentions.

"Hello..." She replied, breaking out a smile that highlighted the mirth in her eyes. "Do you....need something?"

"Ah, huh? I- I....I don't. I mean, I think its fine now. You're doing something so I don't really- want to bother you. Yeah." He nervously chuckled.

He tried.

The girl listened to his ramble as she could only widen her eyes. "No, no, no. I wasn't busy or anything. This book is, uh..." She eyed the object between her hands as she gave her own nervous chuckle. "I was just looking at the....animal...pages...."

She would love to be slapped for being so childish.

The said girl flushed over the thought of being busted and how ridiculous she was being. Izuku witnessed the embarrassment as he froze, only for him to resist the urge to giggle at the girl’s response. Though, it’s not that he found it stupid but rather, quite meek. Just like him.

And it felt relieving for him.

The paused silence gave way for a stray mutter from the downcasted girl; “This is so embarrassing…”

It landed on no deaf ears as Izuku commented back. “It’s okay. Uh,.. that’s a normal thing to do so there’s really nothing to worry about.” The green head tried to shakily reassure as he chuckled. The girl then turned her head slowly back at the sight of him, taking in the face of her new classmate.

She was met with a bright smile.

That made her instincts get blocked as she felt herself become shy at the interaction. But since this was the first day of high school, there was no helping in having all nerves shake from getting to know one another. So she closed the book and faced him.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Nervously scratching her cheek, she continued. “And you weren’t even really bothering me… I was just bored and- Oh! What were you about to ask me earlier?”

Izuku lit up in surprise as she gave her full attention to him, making the conversation continue. She looked as if she was rather fine with conversing with him than continuing her thing in skimming through the animal book. A few short-circuits here and there in his mind made him realize he was doing fine.

“Nothing really! I just wanted to- to…” He nibbled with his blazer’s hem as he searched for the right words. He pressed his lips together until his eyes landed on a keychain hanging from her bag.

And the sight of it made him blaze in delight. “Is that…an Eraserhead keychain?!!”

That made the girl eye her bag as she herself grinned at the excitement of the boy, nodding at him. Izuku didn’t mean to shift topics but as a fanboy of comic heroes, he couldn’t just shake the feeling of bedazzlement at the existing object. He soon realized something.

“You’re a fan?” He asked, almost with a hint of longing.

The girl stared back and giggled. “Of course!! Now why would I have it if I’m not a fan? I take it you are too.”

The boy’s green hair bobbed to nod. A growing smile was painted on his face. “Though, I’m more of an All Might fan…I know people say he’s overrated but he’s truly amazing!”

“I know how you feel. There’s no harm in that.” The girl chirped a satisfied smile as she nodded in agreement. “My name’s [L/N] [Y/N].”

Izuku paused his excitement as he pondered for a second. The girl, [L/N], was introducing herself to him. He almost forgot that he was trying to make friends as much as he can and yes, he was actually managing it.

He was actually doing it.

The girl was a comic hero fan just like him (maybe not as hardcore as him) and he finds it comforting to have and share an interest with someone else. Typically, he would be blushing and crazing in consciousness the moment he spouts exchanging words with girls but right now, [L/N], although still managing to make him feel shy and flushed, was lighthearted to talk to.

So he shoots his chances.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku!” He exclaimed. Not without his breath hitching.

“Well then, seems like we’ll get along well, Midoriya-kun.” The girl beamed at him.

They did.

Perhaps, they did got along well.

Too well enough that everyone else thought it’d be weird to see the two of them separated. Not like they were always at each other’s tail but because, they came to have their own little world that no one else could compare to. Even to the point that assuming both of them were having a little thing together.

Izuku begged to differ. There was definitely nothing going on with him and her.

But there was definitely going on with how they felt for each other.

Day by day, the friendship he had with her became much more heartfelt and tender. He never thought he could experience such emotions with someone and also share many things with them that just made everything else feel right.

He came to like the idea that he was comfortable with her. He was safe and felt belonged.

And the moment he heard she felt the same, he couldn’t look at her for a few days.

He couldn’t bring himself to stand near her nor speak to her without flushing in many different shades. That, of course, worried the [H/C] head. But it’s not that she was oblivious towards the reaction she was given to. She knew Izuku well enough as a friend and although, a spark of something was starting to bloom in her, she wouldn’t want to assume any hidden feelings.

Though, the distance made between him and her bothered her a lot.

Thankfully, Izuku gathered himself up and found his way near you again. He had already committed to himself that he was going to be upright and be a confident figure to lean on so it was not cool of him to retreat away from her after just a few pleasantries of sentiments.

The time he had did made him consider some things. And he’s at a loss for words when he straight up walked to her, gaze connecting with each other, and blurted the words he thought he would never say.

“Doyouwannahangout?”

He felt stupid because as friends, they already hang out a lot. He butchered his intentions.

Lips pressed together, he blushed immensely at his friend’s shocked expression who was holding out a bag to him.

Oh. His bag…

He was wondering earlier why it felt like he was forgetting something.

“Sure…” She replied with blinking eyes. “Where do you wanna go?”

Izuku mentally facepalmed.

Grabbing his bag from her grasp, Izuku tried to murmur; “That’s not what I meant…” Which only left him to receive a tilt of her head with a questioning look.

Before he could blush further, her expression lit up as if she was realizing something. Izuku’s pupils dilated.

And he definitely didn’t miss the way her cheeks flared up at what she put together. He knew she wasn’t dense to go past over his annunciation but witnessing it first-hand, he couldn’t help but match her flushed state. With him creasing his brows together as he dived his eyes into her own, he gave her a shaky smile. A simple gesture to signal that yes, that’s what he meant.

She blushed harder.

.

.

“I’ve never seen him smile so much like that. Especially at his phone. Doesn’t he always bury his face on one of those comics?”

“It’s obvious. Look, he’s got a special someone. You don’t smile like that for a simple reason.” A blonde boy with a lightning streak on his hair replied towards his black haired classmate.  “You gotta know these things, Hanta.”

“Come to think of it… [L/N] is absent today.” A pink haired girl added, bringing a finger to her chin. “Aren’t they always together?”

A gasp ensued from the blonde. “Oh! Oh! It might be [L/N]!”

Like the romantic girl she is, the pink head lit up after connecting the dots, now squealing alongside her boisterous blonde friend. Their friend Hanta could only sweatdrop at their nosy attitudes.

But one glance at the green head again and he was looking at their direction. Izuku flushed when he was caught staring and retreated back unto staring at his phone in embarrassment.  “Uh, hey guys…” Hanta called to his friends as they brought their attention to him. In a lower tone, Hanta informed.

“You might’ve mentioned [L/N]’s name too loud…”

The blonde and the pink head exchanged glances, as if seemingly saying in unison; “Oops.”

“I think we busted him.”

“Denki…”

“Just stop gossiping you guys. That’s not cool.”

.

.

It didn’t take long for the word to spread across the classroom that Izuku and his dear ‘friend’ were somewhat—a real thing now.

Of course, courtesy for the two of them, the pink head and her two friends kept their mouth shut but it didn’t take long for the other classmates to catch on the closeness of the two.

It did prove to be true when their stares would mean something and the [H/C] haired girl starts to drag her chair towards the green head, sitting side by side. Sure, they would always do this a lot but this time it became clearer.

Because after [Y/N] yawned, Izuku shyly offered his shoulder for her to rest on. And she did.

No one even saw how the boy combusted on his seat since they were seated in front but everyone very well knew he was fluctuating.

The prying eyes of their classmates like the pinkette and her friends, widened as they watched the back of the two.

“I fucking knew it. You owe me 250 yen, heh.”

“Shut up.” Hanta bit back at his blonde friend. “I didn’t signed up for this.”

.

.

“Izuku…”

“Hmm?”

“Your umbrella isn’t here…” Behind him, his girlfriend rummaged through his bag.

“It’s not there?” He asked her with disbelief, snapping his eyes outside of the school. It was pouring quite hard and he was the only one between the two of you that brought an umbrella.

Except, he actually didn’t brought it. He paled.

He would never forgive himself if his girlfriend ended up with a cold just because he forgot to bring what he said he would. It was only a simple gesture and he couldn’t even be good at it. Sometimes he wonders if he was worthy to be with you if he’s just going to act like an airhead.

He eventually snapped out of it when he heard the zipping of his bag and her voice ringing out with a chuckle. “Do not fret. I can already sense your paling face.”

Though, she never failed to make him feel like everything he does is just nothing to be upset about.

Izuku flushed at her comment, embarrassment taking over him. “Is that even a thing?” He whimsically replied with a frown. He then watched his girl turn around until he was facing her own bag, as if telling him to open it.

“I have quite a massive jacket in there. We’ll shelter under it while speeding through the rain.” She replied almost giggly at the idea of skimming through the rain like little children. Izuku can’t help but smile at her antics as he proceeded to unzip he bag, looking through her things.

“That sounds like a bad idea.” He retorted teasingly as he earned a hush from her and saying ‘It’ll be fun.’

He finally found the trusty jacket and placed it atop his head. He looked to his side, glancing at the girl as if signalling her to come closer beside him. A moment like this was definitely a valid reason for him to flare in a blush.

The [H/C] head girl was no different. The thought of getting closer so much with her adorable green head boyfriend was one of the many things she looked forward to. For the past few months of them dating, she was already painstakingly familiar with the warmth of the boy and it didn’t fail to send her chest bursting from all the flutters of mirth.

It felt too illegal to be this giddy.

Sliding in on the open arms of her boyfriend, her jacket hovered above her as she grasp the left side of it while Izuku did on the right.

“You okay there?” He asked with a shaky breath. She nodded.

Underneath the hovering jacket, both of them snuggled deeply into each other’s arms. Alas, moving their legs to take on the pouring rain as they tried to speed through the streets until they could find a shelter to rest for a bit. Luckily, their houses weren’t that far from school although they weren’t neighbours, there was still a far distance between their houses.

But when they moved together through the rain, basking in each other’s closeness, the cold weather no longer affected them. The heated cheeks and body contact made it hotter than it should be but no one is complaining, it’s their own little world.

So when the rain slowly faded into small drops whilst the sky turned brighter, they were left with each other’s normal distance, the jacket long gone above their heads.

“Let’s just hope none of us gets a cold soon enough.” [Y/N] murmured, tugging her backpack after Izuku placed her jacket back where it belonged. The same thing that worried the green head. The girl nervously chuckled beside him. “Then again, it was my idea.”

“Don’t beat yourself over it. I couldn’t even stop you from being that reckless, it’s on me.” Izuku gazed at her pointedly.

“Now, you make it sound like I’m a child.” The [H/C] haired girl pouted, a speck of blush on her cheeks.

The boy chuckled. “You know that’s not what I meant…You’re just really playful sometimes.” He tried to justify just like the gentleman he is. As much as he can, he always tried to dissipate any layer of misunderstanding with his girlfriend but sometimes, he knows when to be teasing.

In any other situation or time, he wouldn’t believe he would be having a girlfriend as sweet as [Y/N]. His qualities as a shy and stutter boy was always the thing that made him into a blushing mess when a girl talks to him.

But with the girl beside him, he grew from that. Not that he doesn’t feel the intense consciousness when he’s around her but because he grew to be comfortable in her presence. Still, he can’t avoid the racing heartbeats and the nerves that made him flush frantically.

Inwardly, he is a mess.

Reciprocating the green head’s feelings was one of the important things that [Y/N] always do. And not because she felt the need to but because he deserved to know how much he made her heart swell. How much she mentally coo over his cute reactions and his awkward attempts to be intimate.

How she constantly thinks of him that gave her something tender to look forward to (other than just reading comics and surfing the internet).

How she long to see him as much as she can and the urge to just hug him like he was the most vital thing in her life.

Both of them don’t always go for what their thoughts tell them to do since, it’s just basically too endearing. But there are times when one of them initiates the most unexpected move they could ever do and that’s how their relationship progresses to greater heights. Especially since both of them didn’t possess the nature to be always bold, they always thought about breaking their shells, even just for each other.

Just them and no one else.

As they neared [Y/N]’s house, Izuku didn’t waste a second to slip his brushing hand with her, intertwining it gently on the gaps of her fingers.

The girl jolted at the sudden contact. Heart lighting up to swell as she walked stiffly beside an embarrassed Izuku. He didn’t eye her reaction, only walking forward with flaring cheeks as he frowned, fighting the urge to combust into a series of frantic excuses.

There was definitely no need to hide from excuses anymore. As a couple, holding hands are justified.

So they stayed quiet for the whole duration of their walk home, feeling their hand squeeze from time to time as if saying that, yeah—

I like you a lot.

[ddymarie]

AGAPE

Introduction

" Ahhh, could you believe it?! We're in high school now" said the joyful pink girl to your left shaking you back and forth

That was your best friend Mina.

You've known Mina since the 7th grade. You were the new girl in middle school at the time shy and quiet but defensive just as you are now still. Mina Ashido was one of the first to introduce herself. One sleepover was all it took make you inseparable.

" U.A to be exact. " said the red head to your left flexing his muscular

That was Ejiro Kirishima. Your other best friend. He was your first crush in middle school. But you assumed you weren't really his type and grew outta it. You began to talk to him more after that

Together you three were the ultimate trio

" guys, guys listen, chill out. Yes this is fun it's a big school new friends new first times it all exciting but our future-"

" BOO! Y/N enough of the future talk, live in the moment. " Mina said while her arm wrapped around your shoulder.

A big wave of anxiety washed over you as you walked through the big doors. A lot of older kids. Adults. A bunch on lockers.

'Geez it's bright' I thought looking out at the windows to my left.

'1-A'

The three of you walked up to the sign and sighed

Mina squeezed your hand tightly before letting go and rushing into the room.

Eijiro stuck beside you though.

" together? " he said looking down at me hands in his uniforms pockets

" y-yeah, sure " I said

Opening the door I walked in first. him behind me.

I stopped dead in my tracks. The class room was loud. Really loud. I was shocked looking at the sight in front of me.

Mina stood in the back of the class room surrounded by students

" looks like she already made friends " I said standing in front of the class room with ei

Mina was break dancing...

" Go! go! go! " kids shouted

" Hey! Those are my friends! " the girl shouted

Oh no...

Oh no, no no no. Mina you did not!

Ei started walking toward the crowd and they cheered.

" dude you got some sick as muscles man " said a boy with yellow hair

Denki kaminari.

Then there was ei. Showing off. Flexing.

"This school gonna gas his head up" I assumed.

The bell had rung and class had begun.

" alright settle down " a man with long black hair entered the room.

" I am shouta aizawa. But to you Mr. Aizawa " he introduced himself to us.

The class settled down and got quiet

"Welcome to U. A. This year you will began your journey to becoming hero's yay! " Mr. Aizawa said with no enthusiasm at ALL.

" for our first lesson we will be heading outside"

-outside*

" well to explain this bluntly for the air heads in the field. This test will see how far you can throw ball using your quirk. Up not down. Anything below the clouds will give you a zero. Understood? "

" Yes, Mr" some of us said

"Pretty harsh isn't he? " I said turning to my new friend midoryia izuku

" it'll all pay off in the end " he reassured

"Alright first up .... You" he pointed to the now red midoryia

" i-i-i " he stammered and froze up

Just then he fell on his knees. He was pushed.

A laugh was heard from behind us...

As he was being helped up I turned to look at the culprit who laughed

" excuse you?! " I said " that was rude. How could you push him? " I said looking at the blond behind me he did nothing but side eye me " shut the fuck up, and mind ya business " he said sternly.

I had no words for this disrespect and turned away checking on the victim

" are you okay? " I asked

" yes I'm well Kacchan is a close friend of mine. I don't pay any mind to his actions anymore " the boy defended

" friends dont hit each other, I would've made Mina- or anyone apologize " I said

" I assure you it's okay " he said with a bright smile on his face as he dusted his knees. walking to the small base ball plate

I stood back in my spot looking behind me at the boy who looked away from me immediately wiping a small smile off his face.

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[lance-space-mommy]

Oh, God. It Talks?

Izuku wiped his face, having cleaned off the filth that covered it. Having your face dunked in the toilet was common when you were quirkless. People wanted you to die so they’d make you feel like you were. Having face wash was a necessity, he’d always wash off when the bullies left. They never stuck around because deep down they were cowards.

Izuku huffed, walking out of the bathroom feeling fatigued. Even if the day had dragged on and crushed his spirit he wasn’t going to let his bullies win. He was going to push forward and achieve the great things that he wants. Spite was a leading factor, but Izuku also wanted to do it for his mom. Inko tried so hard every day and he wanted her to no longer worry.

The school was empty, most people headed off to their extracurriculars. Izuku sighed, pushing open the entrance door. Midoriya took a deep breath and relished in the sun. He could smell the grass and feel the breeze. There were no fluorescent lights or body odor to ruin his mood.

Izuku remembered Inko needed a couple of groceries so he headed off to run a quick errand. Inko had forgotten to go to a second store to grab the things she needed, but Izuku offered to get them.

Izuku reached his destination quickly and found what he needed. Izuku happily chatted with the cashier. Casual conversations were easy to get through with young adults.

Izuku left the store with his tote bag of groceries. His backpack always carried a tote bag in case he saw hero merchandise on his way home. The streets were busy, but not overwhelming. The flow of traffic was relaxing, with no villains to be seen.

When Izuku was waiting by the crosswalk, he was approached by two teens around his age, probably first-years in high school.

“Hey, would you be interested in having a deep talk with us really quick for a video?” asked the boy, seeming to already be recording.

Izuku saw no harm in it, he didn’t have anything on him that needed to be refrigerated. Besides, he still had an hour or two until Inko would start dinner. Flashing a shy smile, Izuku nodded. “Yes, I have a couple of minutes to spare.”

“Sweet, come over to the benches and we will talk,” instructed the one boy. He had crazy blue and white hair, pink eyes, and wore a nice outfit. It consisted of some nice dress pants and a loose-fitting, white button-up. He stood a foot taller than Izuku had had a charming smile.

The other person was holding the camera. They remained silent, which Midoriya assumed was because of a quirk judging by the symbols near their mouth. They had long black hair clipped back and grey eyes. They were around Izuku’s height.

They sat in front of a fountain, people could be seen walking past in the background. The scene was serene. The boy bowed quickly and introduced himself. “Thank you for agreeing to this, my name is Tobei Nishioka.”

Izuku quickly bowed back, a smile still on his face. “The pleasure is all mine. It's lovely meeting you Nishioka, I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

Nishioka felt his cheeks heat up, enamored by the powerfully kind boy before him. “Lovely meeting you too. Now let’s jump right into the good stuff.”

Pulling out his phone, there was a microphone attached to the end. Nishioka held it up to his mouth. “Are you an above-average person?”

Midoriya tilted his head, the gears in his head already turning. “In what sense?”

“Overall.”

“I don’t think anyone’s above average. I think everyone’s just different,” answered Midoriya honestly, clearly sure of his opinion. Excited about the deep questions, Midoriya complimented Nishioka chirping, “That’s an interesting question though.”

Smiling back, Nishioka realized this was going to be a good video with a good-hearted individual. Nishioka began asking questions he personally wanted to know the answers to. “You don’t think some people are better than others?”

Izuku bit his lip, raising his head to the sky in thought. “Hmm. Better… depends. I think there are maybe more good—there are people that generally tend to do more good. I would probably define that as a better person if you were to ask me. But uhm, better in any other sense; No, I think everyone’s very different.”

Nishioka looked at Izuku with a bright grin, loving the well-explained answers and the meticulous efforts put into giving an honest answer. There was something about Izuku’s energy that was refreshing. He was happy to do this interview. “What about how they contribute to the world?”

Izuku’s smile faded momentarily, reminded of his quirklessness. He was always told he couldn’t contribute to anything because of his lack of a quirk. Despite the question subtly striking a nerve, he knew his answer.

Nishioka noticed the wave of insecurity that captured Izuku for a split second. Nishioka instantly grew worried he said something insensitive or hurt Izuku’s feelings. He held his tongue when he saw Izuku nod like he was giving a shameful confession.

“Then yeah I would say there are better people than others,” replied Izuku, looking up at Nishioka with a kind look despite the doubt he definitely had felt inside.

Nishioka couldn’t help but smile, strangely moved by Izuku. “Are you one of them?”

Izuku face lit up, practically glowing upon taking a breath to answer. “Uh, not yet. I’m trying to be. I’m getting there. That’s my goal. So, we’ll see,” chuckled Izuku at the end, his voice and laughter so sweet even the boy holding the camera stilled for a moment.

Nishioka laughed himself, never having reacted this way to an interviewee before. “I hope you reach that goal, whatever it may be. Now… what is your favorite color?”

Izuku covered his mouth as he held in a laugh at the sudden shift in the questions. “Well, it use to be red because of my shoes. But recently, my heart rushes to a vibrant fulvous orange.”

“I love it! Green on the outside, orange on the inside,” teased Nishioka, causing Izuku’s eyes to go wide.

Izuku looked down bashfully, never having a conversation with some around his age go so smoothly. Even if they didn’t know he was quirkless, the kindness he received with it hidden was enough.

Nishioka moved on to the next question. “What gives you the motivation to keep going?”

Izuku pondered for a moment, huffing in frustration. “I have more than one answer.”

“Go for it! This is deep talk after all,” reassured Nishioka, shifting himself to face Izuku better.

“Fear of failure. I’ve grown up being told I am a failure so I keep pushing forwards in the hopes that I’m not actually,” confessed Izuku, his smile stiffening as the recalls the dozens upon dozens of people who told him he was worthless.

Nishioka’s eyes widened, stunned anyone could say something remotely mean to the gentle and comforting presence of Izuku. He remained silent, letting Izuku continue.

“Spite as well. Every time anyone has ever said, I can’t do that or I shouldn’t do x,y,z. I think of that every time I wanna do something,” explained Izuku proudly, an accomplished smile on his face as he spoke up about it.

Nishioka could tell that wasn’t it and wanted to push Izuku to speak about it and get out of his head. “It seems like you have another form of motivation.”

“Yes… it’s my mom actually,” revealed Izuku with a reserved smile plastered on his face. The mere thought of Inko gave Izuku strength.

“That’s sweet. Is there any specific reason why?” inquired Nishioka, curious about the deeper meaning.

Izuku smiled, happy to talk about why his mother was amazing and how she brought him motivation. “She’s a beautiful person, and I just want to, like—be like her. I don’t come from a fortunate family. My fathers across the world working with the government so we can’t talk to him. So it’s just me and my mother. So when I think about, y’know… living I just think of my mom. She worries for me a lot, and I just want to support her and make her not worry. I love her.”

“That’s a wonderful answer. It sounds like you are extremely close with her,” complimented Nishioka earnestly, feeling a strong urge to protect Izuku.

“I am really close with her. We are all each other has. She’s a stay-at-home mom, and I am an outcast of society,” joked Izuku, the seemingly self-destructive joke being a habit of Izuku.

Nishioka fired the next question, a flame in his eye. “When was your happiest moment?”

Izuku’s cheeks turned red, seemingly embarrassed. “Last summer, when I went to a beach resort for the first time with my mom. I never felt more at peace than in that moment of solitude alone with my mom.”

“Wow, that’s oddly adorable. Have you never been to the beach before then?” questioned Nishioka, curious as to how he had never been when beaches were all around.

“No, I refused to! I would never to a beach around here,” gasped Izuku, half dying from the fact the beach next to his house was a garbage can for the public.

Nishioka laughed at the dramatic reaching, rocking back as he fixed his grip on the microphone. “That’s interesting, I can understand wanting to travel to do something special like that. When was the last time you cried?”

Without missing a beat, Izuku answered, “Yesterday.”

Getting whiplash from the immediate answer, Nishioka choked on the air, coughing quickly. “Why?”

Izuku shifted on the bench, resting his hands on his lap. “I tend to get overwhelmed easily. School is a nightmare and when I get home is usually the first time I feel safe during the day.”

“Why’s that? Do you feel safe now?” questioned Nishioka, extremely worried for Izuku’s safety.

Izuku shook his head, offering a weak smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “Not really, but you get used to feeling that way. It becomes normal.”

Izuku’s phone started ringing. Izuku froze checking the contact to see that it was his mom. “Oh, it’s my mother.”

Izuku answered the call, shamelessly putting it on speaker. “Hello, Mom!”

“Hi, Sweetheart. I know you got off school not too long ago, but you’re at the shops now right?” The sweet motherly voice came out from the other end of the call.

“I actually was heading back from picking up the groceries. Why? Is everything alright?” asked Izuku, fondness in his eyes and amusement in his tone.

“Yep! I was just checking in, thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” cried Inko, so grateful for Izuku.

Izuku beamed at the praise, glad to be helpful and recognized for it. “Please, you’re the lifesaver. Anyways I should be home soon.”

“Okay Sweetie, see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too Mom, bye.”

The call ended and Izuku sat down his phone. “That short phone call made my day one hundred percent better.”

Nishioka smiled, loving the healthy relationship between Izuku and Inko. There was a strong foundation of love that was clearly unbreakable. “It’s admirable how strong your bond is with her.”

“Thank you. I’m sure she’d appreciate hearing that as well. I’m very sorry, but I must be going,” apologized Izuku, grabbing his tote bag.

Nishioka rose to his feet, preparing to wrap up for the day. “It was an honor to have a deep conversation with you. Do you have any social media we can use to identify you?”

“Oh, I apologize, but my social media is a secret.”

Nishioka nodded, backing off. “That’s perfectly fine! I am curious about why it’s a secret though.”

Izuku stands up as well, fiddling with the straps of the tote bag. “Well, I used to be cyberbullied severely and people tried to doxx me and hack my account.”

Nishioka’s eyes widened, his heart breaking for someone as wonderful as Izuku. “That’s horrible! Why would anyone bully someone as kind and pretty as you?”

“Oh, I’m quirkless. My school is built on a quirk-based hierarchy. Word spreads fast,” laughed Midoriya uncomfortably, clearly knowing he ruined whatever interaction he just had.

“That’s horrible. Well, I’ll keep your social media safe. Is there any way I can get your number? I’d love to have someone as down to earth as you in my life,” admitted Nishioka, blushing as he pulled out his phone.

Izuku’s cheeks turned bright red, resembling strawberries. “Oh! Of course!”

“Sweet, okay! Here,” said Nishioka breathlessly, handing his phone to Izuku with a bright smile.

Izuku held the phone with both hands securely, typing in his number, and name before quickly sending a message to himself. “There.”

Checking his phone, Izuku held it up with a smile. “I got the text. Care to put your name in my phone?”

Nishioka excitedly took the phone, typing in his name. He handed the phone back with sweaty palms. “I’m glad I approached you today. I’ll let you get back to your mother.”

“I’m happy you approached me as well. It was lovely meeting you and your friend, see yah,” bowed Midoriya before walking away.

Nishioka turned to his friend who was still recording and melted to the floor. “He’s so perfect it hurts.”

His friend who recorded all of his videos, a person who never spoke, agreed, “He looks too nice to be bullied. How could anyone be mean to him.”

“Right? Like all because he’s quirkless. Whatever, he has us now right dude?”

“Totally.”

1 day later

The video was uploaded and views were wracking in. Suddenly the video blew up and took the world by storm. Izuku had gained millions of supporters in seconds.

Izuku's sweet personality and soothing voice had charmed many. It was only a matter of time till Aldera Junior High got their hands on the video.

The events were cropped a bit of Izuku being approached and Nishioka and him introducing themselves. Many were surprised to see his open body language and willingness to answer any question asked to him.

When Midoriya answered the first question, many were pleasantly surprised by his answer. He viewed everyone under the same lens and recognized no one could really be put on a scale when no one was the same.

In a way, it was validating to hear that when they were all so obsessed with their quirks. They did laugh when he stated a person's contributions to the world did make one person better than another. They enjoyed seeing him “know his place”.

Their laughter disappeared immediately after they laughed when he claimed he was working to become something more than what he currently is.

When Izuku answered the simple question of what his favorite color was, many were surprised. No one knew anything about him so hearing his favorite color being a vibrant fulvous orange was a big thing for them.

There was something about his answer that was very sophisticated. The very specific type of orange was something that caught their attention. They all looked up what his favorite color looked like. They were curious.

When the following question approached, many’s jaws dropped. There was something about hearing him open up about how he was still going that haunted them. Fear of failure, spite, and his mom. Knowing he was deeply affected by their words managed to surprise them even though they were aware they bullied him all the time every day. To know he wanted to avoid being a failure by the odd chance he wasn’t despite believing he was, stung.

Izuku was running forward blindly, going off of the hope that life was worth living. While they were caught off guard by his first reason, spite shocked them just as hard. All their attempts to get him to give him only encouraged and empowered him to accomplish his goals.

When it came to his last reason, the sadness kicked in. Many had their usual teen vs. parent relationship going on. Even if that was happening at home, they still loved their parents. Hearing Izuku talk so fondly about his loving mother sent guilt kicking their gut. They could only imagine a hard-working woman that looked similar to Izuku being this golden light to him. It was painfully adorable.

Some students could understand Izuku in terms of an absent parent. Divorced parents, dead parent(s), absent parent(s), or neglectful parent(s). Those who could relate understood the pain of feeling unwanted. It was nice to hear him push forward for the sake of his mom.

There was something in Izuku’s voice that made him sound lethargic. They could hear how he was exhausted but he ignored it for the sake of promising his mother a brighter future.

Bakugo understood why. Inko and Izuku were all each other had.

When Izuku was asked about his happiest moment, a grand majority were interested in hearing his response. From what they knew, it definitely wasn’t going to be anything about school.

They didn’t know much about Izuku outside of school so it would be a surprise whatever his answer was. So when Izuku revealed his happiest moment was going to the beach for the first time, it stuck with many. Maybe it was the fact it was such a simple moment that Izuku chose to cherish.

Everyone groaned at the following question. Izuku cried all the time so they all mentally noted it would be “an hour ago” or “today”. So it was obvious that no one was surprised by his answer. What did surprise them was his reason for crying. No one expected him to openly express his issues with school. No one expected him to say something so powerful that it would haunt them for the rest of the day.

It finally clicked that Izuku felt unsafe in school. They knew why, but it was still a slap to the face to hear him admit it. If that wasn’t enough, he cried because he finally relaxed for the first time that day. That statement tore Bakugo up inside.

The phone call was a wholesome moment. Inko’s voice was more sweet than anyone had thought. Bakugo had actually relaxed upon hearing the soothing voice again after so long.

When Izuku was asked for his social media, many were surprised to hear him shut that request down. No one at Aldera knew he had social media. Hell, when they tried to find it they came up with nothing. It made sense though. They had driven him off social media once. They never thought he got back on.

What they also weren’t aware of, was that he had been attacked by people who didn’t even know him because he was quirkless. His safety was at risk and he had to shut it down to keep him and his mother protected.

Bakugo and his lackeys had watched the video in horror. They were unaware this had been happening. None of the three were active on social media enough. They didn’t care about Izuku enough to find his account and bully him outside of school. This was all new news to them.

The thing that caught everyone off guard was that Izuku openly admitted he was quirkless. Izuku not only exposed himself but Aldera as well. The way he phrased it really put things into perspective. He made everyone realize they were contributing to the toxic environment based on a “quirk-based hierarchy”.

When their hearts were already beating hard enough, they nearly went into cardiac arrest when Nishioka asked Izuku for his number. No one could believe what they were watching. Izuku got hit on. Someone genuinely took interest in Izuku, well aware he was quirkless. Many were embarrassed by how shocked they were. Part of their shock was from how Izuku was getting advances while they were still hopelessly single.

When Izuku gave his number to Nishioka, the less uppity of his peers were actually happy. There was something exciting about seeing Izuku have an intimate moment with someone. They were able to see Izuku in a new light and learn some facts about him.

The video had blown up and Izuku was trending. This started an uproar about quirkless/quirk discrimination. The conversation started and it was all because this video was the final push. It was clear Aldera Junior High would be in some hot water soon.

When the next day rolled around and Izuku came to school, he was flipping through his notebook. Many watched him through the day, beyond curious about him. After seeing a side to him no one knew about, they wondered what else they didn’t know. Information they didn’t care about before was suddenly craved.

When lunch rolled around, Izuku finally got on his phone. He scrolled through the popular social media apps to stay in the loop before texting his mom and some other people. Nishioka was clearly one of them.

Students all gossiped with one another, jumping to conclusions and making crazy assumptions about Izuku’s life.

Izuku sat alone, carefree as he scribbled in his notebook. Izuku would pick at his food as he worked, savoring each bite. When lunch was over, Izuku quickly slipped his notebook away and brought out his textbook. People’s eyes were trained on him, but he never paid any mind. He was used to the stares so why would he suddenly meet their gaze?

Throughout classes, people paid close attention to Izuku’s expressions and mannerisms. It was easy to notice that he didn’t hide his emotions well. His face would scrunch up at the teacher numerous times throughout the lesson.

When one of his classmates said something stupid to answer the question, he would thin his lips in an attempt not to laugh. Izuku had been judging everyone all along, but everyone was too self-absorbed to notice.

Izuku rose from his seat, slipping his book bag over his shoulder. Katsuki approached Izuku. Izuku had been anticipating an attack all day and assumed it was finally coming. Unfortunately, Izuku was hit with a:

“We need to talk.”

Izuku was led to a discreet restaurant hidden in the street alley. Katsuki guided him inside and the duo sat down at a table, the dining area was close to empty. Katsuki told Izuku to order anything he wanted and Izuku ordered cold soba and warm dumplings.

Izuku took a sip of his water before starting the conversation. “What did you need to talk to me about Kacchan?”

“I saw the video,” answered Katsuki bluntly, getting straight to the point.

Izuku went ghostly pale, beginning to wave his hands in panic. “I swear none of it was directed at you!”

Katsuki pinched Izuku’s cheek. “Shut it. Let me speak.”

Izuku turned a bright red, nodding shyly.

"Look, I couldn't give less of a shit about what you think of me," lied Katsuki. "I just hope you know those random extras bullying you online are nothing but cowards. They aren't worth your time."

"Oh," whispered Izuku, surprised that was what Katsuki wanted to talk about. "Thank you, Kacchan. It happened our first year at Aldera."

Katsuki raised a brow, leaning back in his seat. "Does Aunty know about any of this?"

Izuku frowned, shaking his head. "No. She doesn't know anything. I cover up my injuries to make sure there is nothing for her to be suspicious of."

"Why?"

"I don't want her to worry. I don't want her to worry about me being stuck at Aldera if she can't afford to transfer me to another school. I don't want her only friendship to be ruined if she finds out you are a part of it. It's easier to just suck it up for another year."

"Makes sense... is that loser treating you well?"

"Huh? Oh—Nishioka! Yes, he's very funny and kind," replied Izuku in a happy tone. It's been so long since someone took an interest in him. That he couldn't help but feel like a little kid thinking about it.

"Good. It seems like he's not the only one in love with you. There are a whole bunch of people in love with you judging by the comments of the video," scoffed Katsuki. The blond pretended to be disinterested, but he was still surprised at the support sent Izuku's way.

"Yeah, I'm really flattered... but I doubt it. No one would willingly risk ruining their future by quirk discrimination. People follow the herd and no one likes to be an outcast," huffed Izuku, grabbing his glass of water.

Katsuki nodded, his scowl deepening. "Yeah, just like everyone at our school follows me like losers."

Izuku couldn't help but laugh, his head bobbing up and down. "No kidding. It's kind of creepy how even the adults have these incredibly high expectations of you."

Katsuki paused, feeling his shoulders tense up. "Well of course they would. I'm a future U.A. student Deku."

"Of course, Kacchan," agreed Izuku, not a single doubt in his mind Katsuki would get in.

"I hope you meant what you said in that video Deku. If you show up at the U.A. entrance exam and fail, I'll kill you nerd!" yelled Katsuki, surprising Izuku.

"I won't fail. Just watch me-."

The server cut them off, placing two plates on the table "Soba, dumplings, and extra spicy curry."

The two decided to just end their conversation there and eat. It was a bit awkward, but Izuku would much rather prefer feeling awkward than uncomfortable. Who would've thought he'd be having dinner with his childhood friend turned bully?

[mikeellee]

Can't stop thinking about a CiderDeku focused AU in which our favorite seltzer boy and Midoriya work as part time vigilantes together.

And since Izuku has a fire bending quirk in this AU, the contrast of his quirk and Cider's (who is named Mizunami Himura in this story) make people start calling them "Steam-Bow couple" as their unofficial vigilantes name.

Still thinking about the details of how they started their crusade together as vigilantes, but I like that idea I mention in other post about Mizunami saving Izuku from Bakugou when both of them still were in Aldera and Midoriya was around 13. Mizunami still was the leader of the Cider House gang (and maybe two years older than Midoriya) but later he left the group because he felt his members started to be way too problematic and getting in worse situations with civilians and heroes, something he didn't like because while Mizunami commited crimes like robbery he never tried to harm innocent people during his operations.

Besides he started feeling for Izuku after protect him from Bakugou, and since Izu wanted to stay with him after the incident they both start to get along and quickly became good friends, Mizu also helping Izu no being so shy and insecure about himself due the years of bullying.

He start helping Izuku to train his quirk and body during his free time, which served a lot for Midoriya to get in good shape and develop a fight style for the years to come as he still intented to apply to at least a low-middle tier hero school (and this will became important later).

I like to think the incident with the Sludge monster from chapter 1 was what caused a twist on their relationship, as unlike what happens in canon here when both of them are attacked by the Slime that escaped from A.M, Izuku and Mizunami give the monster a big surprise because they were able to fight back.

Slime turned to be quite vulnerable to water and fire combined, which allowed Izu and Mizu to restrain him in a bottle of soda and left him for the heroes finish the job later, as they run totally excited by the experience.

After escape and being safe, Izuku suddenly jump to the arms of Mizunami and they started kissing out of the excitement of the moment. When they calm down both smiled and since that moment they became officially boyfriends, and decide they would have more moments like this in the future so they will start fight criminals together.

Also the incident also give Izuku the final confidence boost he always needed and when Bakugou provoked him after school trying to make fun of Mizunami who was there for walk along Izuku to his home, Midoriya decided he had enough when Katsuki insulted his boyfriend.

So what happened next is that Izuku deep breath and expelled a big green fire ball from his mouth, which resulted in Bakugou getting a lot of first degree burns and loosing his eyebrows (something for what he would be mocked a lot later).

Mizunami used his water quirk to extinguish the fire over Bakugo's clothes who is totally terrified, then Mizu and Izuku laugh at him take a picture with their funs for future reference and run away together.

Hi @nyc3

CinderIzu is great and Cinder as a character was ignored, slept on ...bc villain stans are predictable into hot villains like dabi and shig(yes, shig is hot even in his possum way) and ...damn this fandom waste a good opportunity for a ship.

For a moment, thought you were talking about my idea.

I do like the idea Izumi being considered so beautiful even with her scars (she is prettier bc of her scars bc this woman survived) so in a country where the woman's value depends on her beauty...Izumi carrying her scars and being hot is amazing. Cinder would be into!

Cinder would also be into kill bk!

Her entire story, as she describes what BK did, seems like SA. See? The difference of boy and girl here is how people perceive the violence.

But I'm into this ship.

I do like sgdk a lot.

I do like dabideku too

But CinderIzu??? I'm open and so far like the ideas.

[animefreak2112]

Starfire - Chapter 1 (Bakugou x Reader x Deku)

NOTE — PLEASE READ THE PROLOGUE FOR STORY SUMMARY, WARNINGS, AND A/N Chapter 1

PRESENT DAY

            “Izu—” You suck oxygen into your lungs, sprinting after him while hoisting the school bag over your shoulder. God, you wish that he would slow the hell down, “Izuku! Wait for me!”

Finally, the green haired boy turns to you, slowing his pace.

“O-oh, Y/N! I didn’t hear you.”

“Probably stuck in that hero book of yours,” you tease, “still a big nerd after all these years.” Pink floods his cheeks, face twisting into an adorable pout.

“C’mon Y/N,” he gives your arm a light shove, “you’re just as obsessed with heroes as I am.” You simply stick your tongue out at him playfully and continue walking. Your middle school was about a ten-minute walk from your home and conveniently, you lived only a few minutes away from Izuku.

Your uniform skirt swishes around your thighs as you walk and it isn’t long before you both reach the front entrance of your humble middle school. The sight of it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Thanks to a certain someone, it isn’t exactly your favorite place to be. You frown as you see Izuku clench his fingers together with a nervous look — and you know the reason. No matter how hard you tried, you were never able to fully stop the taunts that were thrown at him for being quirkless. Unfortunately, threats to burn bullies alive with your Starfire could only go so far.

Your hands clench into your skirt as thoughts of a certain blond enter your mind, and you don’t notice the smoke until you hear Izuku yelp.

“Y/N! Your — your skirt is smoking!”

You look down to see your blue and purple flames licking up your hands and wrists, singing your skirt in the process. You let out a curse and immediately extinguish your flames. “Shit,” you whisper as you look down to see black singed spots where your hands had clenched your skirt. You groan, head dropping back to look at the blue sky. Leave it to Bakuhoe fucking Katsuki to make you lose control of your quirk.

Suddenly, you feel a hand brush the burnt material of your skirt and look up to meet concerned green eyes. Even though Izuku wasn’t that tall, he was still a few inches taller than you, and you were forced to look up slightly. Your E/C eyes widen as he gently touches the material covering your thigh and asks you in a soft voice, “Are you okay, Y/N? You’re not hurt right?”

Your eyes widen even further and blood rushes to your cheeks, “I— uh, y-yes...” You stammer several times over your response before the green-eyed boy finally realizes his actions.

Izuku.exe has stopped working.

He quickly removes his hand and brings it to cover his red face, stammering apologies left and right. You slap your own cheeks harshly and let out a small, nervous huff before speaking again, “Izu— hey! Izuku!”

You wave your hand in front of his face and realize that he’s gone into his insane ‘muttering mode’. A small smile adorns your lips and you finally pluck up the courage to place your hand on his shoulder, breaking his muttering phase. He looks at you with his forest green eyes, the blush still evident on his face.

“It’s okay Izu,” you say with a shy smile, “Let’s get to class before we’re late!”

Your heart stutters when he gives you a warm smile and pulls you along, not noticing the redness in your cheeks.

God, he really is a ray of sunshine.

The first bell rings when you reach the doors of the school and you both look at each other before breaking into a sprint. By pure luck, you and Izuku burst through the door just before the bell rings. You give Izuku a smile before making your way to your desk in the back corner. Your breath is coming out in huffs when you feel a pair of eyes on the side of your face. Looking up, your E/C gaze meets a pair of crimson red orbs.

As per usual, Katsuki Bakugou has a scowl on his face when he looks at you and you don’t hesitate to glare back at him before marching back to your desk. The small interaction with Katsuki leaves a bad taste in your mouth as class finally starts.

“Ah, looks like we have three students applying to UA this year. Let’s see...Bakugou, Y/N, and...Midoriya didn’t you want to go to UA too?” The scowl on your face deepens as the class begins to laugh at the thought.

“Midoriya? You’re kidding right?”

“There’s no way you’ll get into the hero course without a quirk!”

You’re about to reprimand the jeers at Izuku when an explosion sends his desk on its side. Your blood boils when you hear Katsuki insulting Izuku and you can’t help but stand from your seat when he backs him against the chalkboard, his hands popping with small explosions.

  It only takes a few quick steps for you to find yourself in front of Katsuki with fire in your eyes. You’re too angry to hear the hushed whispers of your classmates as they await the fight between you.

Katsukis’ red eyes flare as you step in front of him, and his glare intensifies as he sneers, “I suggest you get the hell out of my way, loser.”

It’s obvious that he expects you to back down. To submit.

Hell to the no.

Your scowl deepens and you take a few steps forward until you’re only a few inches from his face. You crane your neck up to meet his eyes as he towers over you. Voice dropping to a savage whisper, you say, “Make me, bitch.”

Katsuki grits his straight, white teeth in anger and you can’t help but smirk as you hear the small explosions crackle from his hands. Behind you, Izuku stammers for you to calm down, “Please, Y/N. It’s fine! Just let it go, okay?”

But it wasn’t fine.

And you sure as hell weren’t going to let it go.

Flames burn at your fingertips, licking up your wrists in wisps of purple, blue, and white. Katsuki’s eyes begin to shine with a feral glint and he grins at the challenge. Your Starfire burns hot against his skin — you’re surprised that he hasn’t backed off yet.

Then again, he is Katsuki Bakugo — and he doesn’t back down from anything.

Suddenly, you hear the voice of your teacher as he booms for everyone to get back to their seats. Katsuki’s eyes leave yours to glare over your shoulder and you feel a hand tug at your sleeve. Giving him one last glare, you turn to Izuku with a kind smile.

“You okay, Izu?”

The words are soft and gentle as they come out of your mouth, completely different than the voice you used with Katsuki. You can feel his anger radiating behind you as he lets out an angry ‘tch’ before stomping back to his desk.

You can visibly see the stress leave Izuku when Katsuki finally sits down, “Kacchan really does hate me, doesn’t he?” Your heart breaks a little at the sad expression on his face and he looks up when you poke his cheek with a smile.

“Don’t sweat it Izuku, he’s just a jerk. Their opinions don’t matter. You can do whatever you want, including being a hero. We’ll both get into UA, I know it.”

 And for the second time that morning, the smile on his face leaves you breathless.

“Thanks, Y/N.”   

You both jump and blush when the teacher calls out his order yet again, finally going separate ways to your own desks.

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You're too busy covering your pink cheeks with your hands to notice the angry, crimson eyes drilling into you. Katsuki clenches his fist tightly and a loud ‘snap’ can be heard throughout the classroom. The pencil that was once in his grip hits the desk in pieces.

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Class drags on throughout the day and you sigh with relief as the final bell rings. You pack up your things quickly and make your way to Izukus’ desk, setting down your bag next to his chair. You hold up your index finger when he meets your eyes, “I’ll be right back. Wait for me?”

He gives you a nod of acknowledgement and turns back to his hero notes with a mumble. You smile and jog out the classroom door, heading for the restroom.

You round the corner to the classroom a couple minutes later and your hand reaches for the handle only to freeze when you hear Katsukis’ voice from inside.

“Y’know if you really wanna be a hero that badly there actually might be another way. Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”

Your hands shake as they clench into your skirt and once again you smell smoke as your Starfire burns straight through the thick material. You slam the wood door open so hard that you’re sure it splinters, and your flames are sparking against your skin like wildfire.

Your Starfire crackles and pops as it races across your skin and you launch yourself at Katsuki when the door opens. Dissipating the flames on your right hand, you slam a clenched fist into Katsukis’ jaw with all your might.

His friends yelp and jump back when your furious form comes into view and Katsuki lets out a growl while clenching his jaw, palms crackling.

“You bitch!”

You’re just about to launch yourself at him a second time when you feel arms wrap around your shoulders. Izukus’ forearms rest just below your collar bones and you feel your shoulders relax as he whispers soft words in your ear, “Y/N, let’s just go...” Your mouth opens in protest but you freeze when his arms tighten around you.

“Please.” 

Your heart breaks at the emotion in Izukus’ voice and you turn around to get your bag. Snatching Izukus’ hand, you make your way to the door — which was now sporting a large splinter down the side. You ignore Katsukis’ loud curses as you pass, and finally come to a stop when you and Izuku are just outside the door.

The curses coming out of Katsukis’ mouth cease when your E/C orbs meet his, and you know that there must be Starfire in your eyes.

Your voice is chillingly calm when you speak again, and you say the words with as much venom as possible, “Fuck you, Bakugou.”

You’re surprised when Bakugou flinches slightly at the last word. For as long as you had known him, you had never once called him Bakugou. Even after he had changed for the worst, he had always, always been Katsuki to you.

And with that, you started down the hall with Izuku — leaving Katsuki Bakugou behind.

[rayshippouuchiha]

fics of yours that lives in my head? bitch and stitch makes me smile SO MUCH. it's so cute, and as a knitter myself, i can relate to crafting being an outlet. that hero over there still slays me. izuku is the BEST thotty terror tank that ever haunted aizawa's everything, even if he should be immune to it from long time exposure thanks to his friend group. team uzumaki, 'cause you hit a lot, a LOT of the things i like. and it's lovely. and you also don't shy away from the all the bad crap. like yeah, there's stuff that would count as the 'for want of a nail' trope, (i mean this as a compliment, i promise) and you pull it off wonderfully and it hurts so well at times because it does hit, and it makes you think 'what if A, C, and G didn't happen, or were altered, and then D, F, and J, happen and wow that changes a lot of things'. (this also applies to Fox in Snake's Nest) you have naruto deciding to take matters in his own hands 'cause jiraiya is too busy fucking around (literally in some cases) to really teach him. you have him going "welp, nobody wants to stick around or treat me right, so obviously it's my fault, i'm gonna go 'cause they're too busy and i don't wanna interfere with that." which, ouch. and you give props to tsunade, who just says "here's the truth about your parents, and yes, we ARE related, but i didn't want to overwhelm you with that part." and he makes himself a disguise to avoid being found, to be able to even do the most basic fucking jobs in his village because nobody cares enough to see past the fox. and then you make me laugh 'til my sides ache, 'cause the summons, the sasuke torture, the gremlin kids and the bigger gremlin kid that's their sensei, his cousin who's an honorary auntie, plus anko who's also like an honorary auntie, and the shenanigans. rip konoha. it's great. :D and then. then you hit me with fatigue fractures. and my heart went 'ow.' because you have izuku still having to deal with bakugou's bs and the teachers thinking nothing of it 'cause they don't really have all the pieces, they think 'rivalry' and shoto going "yeah no, i see what's really happening, cause i lived through it firsthand. and i ain't standing for it, so i'mma step up and i'm gonna be on izuku's side if nobody else will." also the fact that izuku disconnected so BADLY after the exam really hit home. and the decision to leave, because 'fuck this noise, i'm going to take care of ME for a change, i want to HEAL and i can't do that here.' and shoto going 'welp, i'm along for the ride if you'll have me'. and izuku saying 'alright, but i got a lot of secrets, a big heavy story to share, and if you wanna back out that's fine'. and of course, shoto's ride or die. "i'mma break bakugou's legs next time and also try to kill all might." "SHOTO NO." "SHOTO YES." last but not least, even though, again, i don't go there, the TASEA AU STILL HAS ME IN STITCHES. just two dudes wanting a break, taking one, having the time of their lives, and their respective future boyfriends pitching an ALMIGHTY HISSY FIT ABOUT IT. meanwhile the rest of the mafia is like 'damn, how out of touch are we that it's come to this.'

[itsupermanti]

My Hero Superman AU; Adventures of Eri Midoriya, The Supergirl

Eri(nervously): Hey Papa.

Izuku(turns to her): Yes sweetie?

Eri: Since you don’t really need One for All, can I have it?

Izuku(double take): Why?! You could end up breaking your bones!

Eri(explaining): So? I can use my quirk to heal myself.

Izuku(making the same realization): Oh my god, your right!

Eri(hopeful): So can I have it?

Izuku(relenting): Fine, but we’ll be training to help you control it young lady.

Eri(hugs him): Thank you!

Izuku(muttering to himself): What’s the worst that can happen?

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An Hour After the Transfer;

Eri(floating with her Great Grandma Nana’s quirk in her room): …

Eri(realization): Wait a minute…

Eri(then uses her father’s telekinesis to push herself forward): …

Eri: *Eyes light up with amazement*

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An Hour After That;

Eri(at the training grounds): *Lifts up a building with ease thanks to use of telekinesis while touching it*…

Eri(smiling): So cool!🤩

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Two Hours After That;

Eri: Hey Auntie Momo?

Momo(turns around from pulling Shouto away from his conspiracy board): Yes Sweetie?

Eri(acting shy): Can make me a copy of Mama’s costume? With Papa’s symbol on it?

Momo(cooing at her before making the costume): Of course dear! My pleasure.

Eri(thinking to herself): Sucker!

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Literally 20 Hours after that;

Ochaco(looking around in worry): Has anyone seen Eri?

Jirou(turning to her): Not recently.

Mina(reassuring her): I’m sure she’s fine.

TV Reporter: We interrupt this broadcast to bring you live coverage of a Villain attack in downtown Musutafu.*Helicopter gets hit* We’re going down!

Momo(worried): Oh no!

Helicopter is caught by a white and pink blur.

Helicopter Pilot(thankful): Thanks Super-

Helicopter Pilot(confused): Who the heck are you?

Eri(putting helicopter down): Isn’t it obvious?

Eri(shows off her costume with a red cape): I’m Supergirl, daughter of Superboy and Uravity!

Ochaco(starts panicking): MY BABY!!!

Momo(concerned); Oh boy.

Eri: *Proceeds to defeat the villain and flies off when her father shows up to scold her*

Ochaco: *hyperventilating into paper bag while everyone tries to comfort her*

Inko(rubbing her back): Don’t worry dear, it’ll get easier.

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After visiting Her grandma’s Amazonian Tribe;

Eri(hovering over her Aunt Mina’s shoulders): ALL HAIL PRINCESSES MIN-EL AND ERI-EL!!!

Mina(facepalming not wanting to be reminded of the praise): Please stop!

Inko(comforting her): Don’t worry, she’s just excited about being declared an actual princess.

Mina(turning to her): But I’m not! I didn’t think that I was secretly a clone child of the two strongest people on the planet, much less that I would end up an Amazonian Princess!

Inko(hugging her): Then don’t be a princess, and don’t try to be me either. Just be yourself and know that we’re here to support you now.

Mina(accepts hug): Thanks.

Eri(accepting baked goods from Sato): Princess Eri accepts your offerings loyal subject!

Sato(bowing head): Thank you, your majesty.

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Eri(flying around on with a jar full of cookies on a sugar high): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Izuku+Denki+Tenya(chasing after her): GET BACK HER YOUNG LADY!!!

Tenya(goes crashing after trying to turn to chase her around a corner): Argh!

Izuku+Denki(chase her around a corner only for her to disappear): !!!

Denki(as Shazam looking around): WHERE THE HECK DID SHE GO?!?!

Izuku(listening around): I can still hear her.

Izuku(realizing where she is): …

Izuku(looks up and uses his super vision): !!!

Izuku(still looking up): You’ve got to be kidding me…

Denki(turns to him): What? Where is she?

Izuku(turns to him with a deadpan look on his face): She’s on the moon…

Denki: …

Eri(eating cookies on the moon): HAHAHAHAHA!!!

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Eri(grumbling to herself): This isn’t fair…

Ochaco(scolding her): I’ll tell you what isn’t fair,

Ochaco: Nearly giving me a heart attack from worry young lady!

Izuku: What makes you think you can do all of this?

Eri(looks at them): I’m the strongest 7 year old on the planet, nothing can hurt me!

Izuku(worried): But you don’t have my invulnerability!

Eri(nonchalant): But I can mimic it.

Izuku+Ochaco(confused): How?

Eri: I just make a force field around me with Papa’s powers.

Izuku+Ochaco: …

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Hisashi+Inko(dumbfounded): SHE DOES WHAT?!?!

Izuku(explaining): Apparently she uses her copy of my telekinesis to mimic most of our powers.

Izuku: She hovers with Float and pushes herself telekinetically, she makes a telekinetic field around her body for invulnerability that is strong enough to survive in space, and she inherited a copy of our ability to survive and absorb sunlight.

Hisashi(in disbelief): Oh my Rao…

Inko(reassuring): At least it can’t get worse.

Ochaco(walking in with Eri in her arms, still wearing her costume): It just got worse.

Hisashi+Izuku(shocked): HOW?!

Ochaco: She just figured out heat vision.

Ochaco: She nearly set Monoma on fire.

Eri: I just looked at him really hard and thought of him catching fire.

Izuku(worried): Oh no, she figured out how to vibrate molecules to the point they catch fire.

Inko(also worried): What does THAT mean?

Ochaco(sighing): It means she was right.

Izuku: She really is the strongest 7 year old on the planet. NOTHING can hurt her!

Eri(eyes glowing with telekinetic power): HahahahahaHAHAHAHA!

Hisashi+Inko: …

Hisashi+Inko(facepalm): GODDAMNIT!!!

[queentheweeb]

Alpha Denki Kaminari X Omega Koji Koda

Admittingly Denki never thought he would actually get to be friends with the quietest student in the class, right behind Shoji. He was Denki after all. He was loud, rambunctious, liked pulling pranks a lot, and the works. However, he did suffer from anxiety and has ADHD. Both mental illnesses occurred as a sort of side effect of his quirk. Electricity ran through his veins, pumping through never fully at ease. He always needed to do something which is why studying was always hard for him. Math and Science? God help his soul. Languages, the arts, and history? He had the best grades in the class behind Izuku. He never said anything to Iida or Bakugo because their egos would not be able to handle it. He is sure to tell Izuku though because he's Izuku. He is just a great person. He needed something though to help with his anxiety when the buzzing was too much when everything was too much. His need for something to relax him is what leads him to knock on the shy Omega's door at midnight. It was Saturday, just turned Saturday so he knew he wasn't sleeping yet. He waited patiently for an answer smiling sheepishly at a surprised Koda 

"I know this is sudden and you don't have to but, uh, I was wondering if I can pet Yuwai-chan. It's okay If I can't." He waited for any indication that Koda wanted him to leave or not. He was expecting him to shake his head no but, was surprised when he opened the door a little wider allowing him to come inside. "Thank you Koda-kun." He stood by the door not sure where he was allowed to be. He was just happy he was allowed to come inside at all. They both were risking it being inside his dorm. Aizawa would have both their heads. He watched as the boy went to the center of his room with Yuwai in his arms and patted the space in front of him. Denki walked and sat down in the space holding out his hands and arms the way they all do when petting Yuwai. Carefully Koda placed her in his arms. 

"She likes you..." He looked up surprised at the sudden voice. It was really rare for him to talk. He wanted to hear more of it. He was staring because Koda started shrinking in on himself. 

"I'm sorry for staring...You have a nice voice." He looked down at the very calm rabbit rubbing gently down her back repeatedly. He doesn't know why but when he was around Koda he felt the need to be reserved and more calm. He didn't feel the need to be seen, Koda saw and heard him just fine. If only he knew that this one night of needing to be calm was going to lead to a whirlwind of emotions and a blossoming romance.

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Denki found himself distracted a lot in a good and bad way whenever anything and everything involved Koda. His feelings caught him off guard in the beginning. He never did expect to fall for the quiet animal lover but, here he was with heart palpitations, sweaty palms, grinning like an idiot in his presence, training with him, trying to make him laugh and impressed with animal information, buying nature books and stuff he likes. God, he was courting him without telling him it was courting. 

"I still can't believe it's Koda you have the hots for." He felt his eye twitch at Sero keeping himself from snapping at him. He did not mean anything by the statement because yes, it was a bit of a surprise to really like the animal lover, wanting to court him and all of that. However, there was nothing wrong with Koda. He was fine just the way he was from his face to his body to his personality. "You good bro? You're glaring at me." Denki blinked not noticing that he was glaring at Sero 

"You low-key just insulted Koda." Mina the ever so smart one pointed out. The cog wheels turned in his head before clicking. 

"Oh shit, man, I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it-" Denki waved his hand at him. It was just his feelings for him. Alpha instincts. Make him feel protective and all of that fancy jazz.

"It's fine. I think I'm overreacting to you. I know you don't mean any harm. None of you do." Denki took a deep breath biting into his sandwich harsher than intended. His eyes instinctively went over to Koda who was sitting with his usual friend group. He had turned to catch his eyes and Denki gave a wave, like he always did, happy to get a wave in return. He turned back to his friends who were all smirking at him "Ah, fuck you, you guys know how I feel already." They all joked and teased talking about different things. He appreciated that despite being bashful, they all can be quite open with their crushes. Mina is the best because she knows how to toe the line of teasing without making it super obvious. A precarious line that she teeters over dangerously but, never has crossed. 

"So Kirishima likes Tetsutetsu, I like Koda, Mina you like Ochako, and Sero you like Jiro, I'm pretty sure Bakugo likes Todoroki or Midoriya, maybe both." He ducked in time to miss the swing from Bakugo. He was being violent which meant he was right. The rest of lunch went by smoothly, with the end of the day coming by with free-lance training. It was Friday and the last hour where Aizawa didn't give a shit whether or not you trained properly as long as you were moving and doing something. Denki decided to see if he can grab Koda and train together a.k.a semi-train and more talking. He loved it and he was confident enough and observant as well to notice Koda at least enjoyed his company. He was surprised though when they all changed into their gym uniform and went outside he was approached by Koda first. A pleasant surprise. 

"D-do you want to....train?" He was shuffling side to side and it took everything in Denki not to bear hug the gentle giant. God how can one person be so cute, he doesn't understand

"Of course! I was going to ask you but, you beat me to it." He grinned happily ear to ear. A smile never leaves his face when he was in his presence. He really was head over heels. For the next hour, the two of them focused on his electricity control as well as Koda's anivoice range in between using sign language to talk. A few people knew sign language so Denki made sure they were a little secluded so, said, people won't snoop in on their conversation. "Hey Koji, I got something I want to give you later on. Text me sometime this afternoon when you're free, yeah?" Denki was nervous but, he refused to show it. He was an Alpha! He had to be cool, calm, and collected. At least for Koji anyway. Koji stared at him, blinked, and with a soft smile nodded his head. Denki was excited.

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Too soon it was the afternoon just about the evening time and Koda texted him to come to his room. Denki was nervous. He looked at the gift basket that he was working on for the last month to pop the question. He had a wolf, a giraffe, a penguin, and a raccoon stuffed animal, with candies, some nature DVDs, books, and tickets to go to the botanical gardens and the zoo. He did all of this so he can pop the question. It's been festering. He wants to ask him to be his Omega. He really hopes he says yes.

"Okay, Denki. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay." He had his scent patch off and the basket in his arms. He took a deep breath, looked at the text sent a minute ago, and made his way to Koda's dorm. He let his squad know what was happening so they were aware. If it backfired, they had snacks and movies, and ears to listen to. He really hoped it didn't backfire. He made it to the dorm knocking and waiting for an answer. He heard shuffling 'here goes nothing'. The door was opened to a smiling Koji

"Hi, Denki! Come in." He was so cute allowing him inside his humble abode. He looked and saw a nest built on his bed. A really comfy-looking nest at that. The door was closed and locked behind him. That's when he pulled out the basket before he chickened out. He heard the gasp and couldn't look so he focused on the nest. 

"I, uh, have been courting you for a very long time. Even before I acknowledged it myself. It all started that night I asked to pet Yuwai. I loved being your friend, it's the best and most soothing and calming friendship I ever had the pleasure of experiencing. However, I wanted more...so I started courting you slowly and I thought, um, I would ask you with a basket. I got tickets for botanical gardens and the zoo...I-if you want t-to go that i-is." He was stuttering, his nerves getting the best of him. That's why he was surprised when he got an armful of Koji. He obviously hugged back. 

"I...would love to go with you...." Denki couldn't believe his ears. He squeezed Koji back loving the muscles and softness as well under his pajamas. 

"Does...this mean you...want me as your Alpha?" A quick yes was heard and Denki was on cloud nine. He couldn't believe it worked and his pining and his feelings were all returned. This was the best day of his life. "Thank you." He couldn't wait to show him off to everyone. 

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What do you guys think about it?

[izukusplushie]

Time for Christmas [Cw: fluff, bkdk are idiots in love, mpreg towards end]

Izuku was Excited, it was snowing outside. Kacchan was still sleeping in and it was their first Christmas as a couple.

Christmas was only 2 weeks away and Izuku made sure their apartment was perfectly ready, as he set the final ornament on their tree.

He felt hands snake around his waist and hold him from behind.

"what do you think Kacchan?" He asked leaning back against his lover smiling.

"It's not so bad nerd, but you forgot the star" he said, voice still low and rumbling from sleep.

"I was saving it for you to to put on the tree kacchan!" Izuku replied beaming up at his boyfriend of exactly 5 months now.

Katsuki let go of him for a second and positioned the star on top of the tree with Izuku watching from beside him.

They later on enjoyed hot cocoa by their fireplace after indulging in who could build the better snowman outside, Katsuki rising to the challenge after Izuku teased him into it.

As they were relaxing with Izuku in his arms Katsuki could see himself content with this, and maybe a few brats of their in the future playing on the floor of the living room while he Izuku, happily expecting another.

He could see it and he wanted that future, he dreamt of it that night.

On Christmas morning, he woke early and just stared at his lovers beautiful sleeping face.

Freckles smattering across his cheeks and over the bridge of Izukus nose.

He woke Izuku and with butterfly kisses all over his face.

"kacchan! What's wrong?" He giggled awake and fully confused on what had gotten into his boyfriend.

"marry me, zu" he whispered, diving in for a deep kiss.

Izuku was stunned and started turning red from being shy.

"kacchan? What's this all of a sudden?" He asked hesitantly.

Katsuki rolled over and opened his bedside drawer. Pulling out a ring that had been in his family for generations. A simple gold band with rubies set into a flower, and emeralds for the leaves.

He rolled on top of izuku and slid the ring onto Izukus finger and once again whispered,

"marry me zu, please?" His voice soft, eyes focused on Izuku now as he awaited his answer.

"yes, kacchan" he whispered back pulling him down for a kiss, a single tear of happiness sliding down his face.

Katsuki caught that tear and wiped it away as he dove into the kiss, putting all his love for his now fiancee into it.

2 years later as Katsuki sat watching his twins,a son and daughter nap in their playpen next to couch.

Katsuki smiled as Izuku brought him his hot chocolate and sat in his lap, he happily rubbed his husband's belly that housed their little firecracker.

He knew he made the right choice and if only his middle school self could see him now.

To think if he never changed, if he had never apologized, he would've lost all this to someone else.

He smiled as he held his husband and whispered,

"I love you zu. And thank you.... For giving me a chance and for always loving me" he said looking into Izukus eyes now.

"And I love you kacchan, I always have and I always will" Izuku replied taking katsukis hands in his own.

They cried as they shared a kiss and enjoyed the company of each other and their small but growing family.

Curled up in each other's embrace, and no other place they'd rather be.