#[🍰] izuku midoriya

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virgin izuku thoughts ..

includes   |   virgin! pro hero izuku midoriya . dom-ish? reader. fem!bodied reader ( no pronouns asides from 'you' used ) , dry humping ( sort of ? ) , cumming in pants .. embarrassed izu <3 TWITTER P0RN LINK !!

word count ; 1149 !

currently thinking about pro hero izuku who's surprisingly still a virgin !! imagine how surprised you were when you found out about it ? i mean ... he was just so tall , strong and incredibly handsome .. as well as the number one hero in japan ! he could pick up anybody he wanted ! so how was izuku of all people a virgin ? you two had been a fling for a while now, casual dates here and there, but never really going anything further than the usual make out session and occasional groping here and there . but even that made him nervous , although that was rather adorable in your eyes, really . especially when all you had to do was look him up and down, bite your lip then look away and he'd feel his pants tighten . however, today seemed to be the day that you two got further than your normal ... to which you found out that the pro hero deku ... had never had someone in his bed before ! what an honour it was to be his first ... so , pressing your lips on his and gently laying him down, nothing more was left to be said asides from you promising him that you'd take care of him ...

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xx. [ c/w ,, twitter porn video !! ] thinking of sitting reverse cowgirl on izuku midoriya's lap, riding him through your guys undergarments ... and how cute is it when he cums just from that!! you two were basically completely bare, the only thing separating the two of you being his pair of boxers and your skimpy panties . izuku's bulge is fully visible in his boxers now, the tent visible and it twitching underneath just the slightest brush of your fingertips. your hands are splayed on the pro hero's muscular and toned thighs and again it makes you wonder just how someone of his strength hasn't had anyone in his bed yet . he feels so strong underneath you, which only makes it all the more exciting when you realise he's shivering under the slightest movement from you. your ass is pressed against the tent in his pants, his left hand is settle on your ass as well , holding onto you as you use your hands as leverage to bounce up and down on his lap.

within seconds he's moaning from underneath you, gasps and whimpers falling from izuku's parted lips as his head is thrown back. was all intimate moments this good, or were you just special? how had he gone this long without feeling the soft plush of your skin underneath his scarred fingertips ? izuku's lips part as his voice rings out your name and his hips jump instinctively with every bounce of your hips. the fabric against his restrained cock is both the best and worst thing he has felt. it's restricting from feeling you skin to skin, but at the same time it's putting just the right amount of friction against the head of his cock that he's practically seeing stars already !!

your own lips curl into a coy smile, the fact he's falling apart under you so easily is almost so ego-boosting... who else could say that they had deku in whimpering shambles other than you ??

you glance back at him , eyes clouded in lust as he meets your thrusts to his clothed cock. he has his right arm over his eyes, his head thrown back and yet you can still see the pink tint to his freckled cheeks. biting your lip, you let out a moan yourself, how could someone look so pretty ? " you like that, izu ? " you ask , voice sultry , teasing , and all he can do is nod through his moans . " yesyesyes , oh fuck - ! more, feels so good .. " he's most likely going to look back and cringe in embarrassment after this, knowing his voice was strained from only the feel of your panties and ass rubbing up and down his shaft. you giggle and suddenly there was such a loud gasp that left izuku's mouth as your hips bounced faster. this was ... so much better than feeling his own hand around his cock, thumbing his precum over his swollen head, hips lifting off and thrusting into his own hand as he imagined it was you .. imagined it was your tight pussy he would be fucking instead. the thoughts were too much for poor izu, his mind was swirling with pleasure and suddenly, there was a high pitched whine, his back arching and thighs trembling underneath you. his hand came up to cover his mouth, but it didn't do much other than slightly muffle the lewd sounds he was letting out. cum leaked out from his cock, soaking right through his boxers and staining your pretty underwear .. he had came so fast , but he couldn't help it !! you felt just... so, so heavenly bouncing up and down on him like that ! viridan hues snapped open as he realised what happened, you turning to look down at his leaking dick with a grin of satisfaction. " i - i'm so sorry, i didn't m - mean to - i just- you- " and his words were a jumbled bunch of mess, propping himself to sit up a little more and frantically look for a tissue or anything to clean himself off. his cheeks were so red, the heat from his dick rising now to his face, creeping to his ears and back of his neck... he didn't mean to cum, honest !! but before he could, two of your fingers reached down and swiped over the dampened fabric, brushing over his sensitive cock which twitched and made him whine again. despite the fact his chest was rising and falling so fast, so heavily, he was still hard .. he needed more .. he needed you so, so bad. forest irises watched you as you spread your fingers apart, letting his seed string from them both before promptly placing them on your tongue and sucking off his white essence. a moan fell from your lips at his taste, just as sweet as izuku was himself. if it had even been possible — which it was — izuku's face deepened further, but the lust in his eyes was so palpable now. you giggled as you pulled your fingers out your mouth with an audible 'pop!' . the pro hero's lips opened to say something, but you cut him off by promptly turning around and interlocking your hands with his bigger ones. midoriya gasped as you pushed him back down, your form towering over his, hair framing your face just perfectly as you looked down at him with that lustful glint in your eyes. shivers shocked through his spine and izuku felt his cock twitch, now pressed against your inner thigh as he felt your heat... you needed him just as much as he needed you. " don't worry, we're not done yet... what kind of gentleman would you be if you didn't let your partner cum too, right, deku? "

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I did it! Life kept throwing me curve balls to keep me away from writing but I DID IT!! Fic under cut btw :]

Platonic yan!Sensei!Izuku x Student!Reader

Cw: mild sickness (reader)

☆ Izuku noticed your absence from school and started internally freaking out immediately. Where are you? Were you hurt? Or worse!? Practically searching every corner in the school.

☆ When he was told that you were just out sick he was relieved for only a moment. Relieved that you weren’t missing. But now he was panicking about you being sick.

☆ He wouldn’t stop thinking of you and how you were doing all day. Even while he was teaching you and your health was on his mind. Having to stop himself from being unprofessional and leaving early just to check on you.

☆ The moment school let out he’s on his way to the dorms. Almost pushing others out of the way to get to you. Wishing the elevator would move faster, and trying to keep a straight face. Until he finally reaches your floor.

The ring of the elevator stopping drove Izuku forward the moment the door opened. Releasing the pent up energy in his legs that was desperate to reach you. The halls were empty, as he had gotten here before your classmates. He had moved out of the dorms years ago and yet he was acting like he needed to be in before curfew. A worried expression painted his face as he jogged through.

The very thought of you being harmed or ill makes him overthink. No matter how hard he tries to think reasonably he just can’t. He skidded to a halt in front of your door. Wasting no time, he swung it open and was prepared to speak, but the words stopped in his throat once he was inside.

You laid in bed, laying flat on your back as you slept. His gaze softened as he took in your current state. You looked adorable in his eyes, even with a red nose and heavy eye bags. Sleeping soundly despite how horrible you must be feeling. He stalked over to you and crouched down beside your bed. Placing a hand on your head to feel your temperature.

‘Poor thing,’ Izuku thinks ‘they’re burning up.’

He wishes he knew about your condition earlier. He would’ve taken care of you sooner and been more than prepared. Though he wasn’t mad that you didn’t say anything. No, no, he could never be mad at you for anything. You probably just didn’t want to worry him about it, always putting others before yourself.

But you don’t have to worry about anything now that he’s here. Removing his hand from your forehead, Izuku takes a step back. He didn’t want to wake you but it seems he wasn’t so careful as you begin to stir in your sleep. Slight panic strikes as he is quick to try and lull you back to sleep.

“Shh, it’s ok, Angel… just rest ok? I’ve got you.” His voice whispered.

Your eyes barely opened and couldn’t make out the figure in front of you. Its voice, however, seemed to make any sense of concern for what may have been a stranger fade. It was familiar enough to give you a sense of comfort in your horrible state. And soon your eyes fluttered closed. Falling back asleep as quickly as you awoke.

Once you were back to sleep yet again Izuku let out a silent breath. Maybe he wasn’t as stealthy as he thought. He would need to be more careful about this. But right now he needed to do something about that rising temperature of yours.

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Sunlight found its way through your closed curtains as morning drew near. And the first thing you noticed was a cooling sensation atop your forehead. One that soothed the heat of your skin. You shuffled, sitting up and pressing a hand to your head. The damp towel surprised you as you don’t remember putting one there. But it wasn’t unwelcomed.

In fact, you found yourself feeling a lot better than yesterday. You could barely keep yourself up right before. Maybe you were well just enough to return to school. Not wanting to fall to far behind on work and training you moved to get out of bed. But you were barely one foot out when you noticed something on your night stand.

A small sticky note was attached to a tray with a bowl of soup on it. The handwriting was neat and legible and not like your friends. Strange, who could’ve put this here?

Reading the note it said: ‘don’t worry about coming to school, focus on getting better!’ With a small heart drawn into the corner.

No name. But who were you to turn down a day off and free soup? The bowl was warm and needed it truthfully. Missing one more day couldn’t set you too far behind could it? You can question the mysterious note later on.

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On the rocks

Prompt: pro hero Dynamight finally gets back to his apartment after a long day of work to find the head of the League of Villains drunk and sleeping all over his couch— again.

Content: Katsuki Bakugou/Izuku Midoriya, prohero!Dynamight, villain!Deku, drunk talk, drunk flirting, 4.8k words.

Note: prompt from @/book0bsessedd on tiktok.

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Twelve hours of patrol, two assholes that thought themself smarter than the police and one cat getting somewhere where it definitely shouldn't be– later, Katsuki finally arrived at his apartment after a long day of work.

It was close to three in the morning, and there was no amount of caffeine that could keep him up any longer. He was considering skipping his usual shower. It would be blissful if he could scrap out the dirt out of his body, but did he have the strength to stand under the water for a hellful amount of fifteen more minutes? He felt bruised, his palms were itchy, and his leg's muscles kept twitching under his skin begging for some rest.

He took his keys from his pocket and put it on the keyhole, turning it carefully. He tried being as quiet as possible as to not trigger the granny that lived beside him and get yet another complaint from the landlord. That old hag had the hearing of a fucking dog at age of a hundread and something, and was in the top five of Katsuki's pains in the ass.

The door clicked as it unlocked, and he pushed it open slowly, might not the creaking of the door bother the queen of Tower Two.

Once inside, he slipped the strap of his bag with his hero costume out of his shoulder and dropped it on the floor with a thud. The dim blue lights of the bright advertisement screens from the buildings of central Tokyo were enough for Katsuki's tired eyes to see inside the apartment so as to not bump with anything in the dark. Taking into account the threat of the headache that haunted his temples, he decided not to turn on any of the lamps on his way to the bathroom down the hall.

After quickly attending to nature and washing up his hands and face, and the sweat that sticked to the back of his neck, he lazily walked to the living room area ahead. Making dinner this tired was off the table, but he definitely was in need of something to drink. He scratched his hair, fighting the weight of his eyelids as he moved in direction to the kitchen area when something on the edge of his vision called his attention.

Katsuki's instincts kicked in. He froze mid step, turning his head to the right, looking for the source of the movement. Most of the apartment was still immersed in shadows. His body tensed, setting ready for a fight, but he stood still and listened. The movement had come from the living room. Katsuki’s position right behind the edge of the hall was a safe enough blind spot away from the light, if the intruder was not alerted by Katsuki’s sounds while coming in he might have a chance to catch them off guard.

A noise followed, a soft bump against the floor. Katsuki frowned at the idea of a poor bastard showing up to rob a hero’s house, unaware of that hero’s foul mood to top. A ruffle and a louder bump, and this robber already felt like too much of a new baby. 

An idea rushed through Katsuki’s tired brain. He pictured a white ball of fluff and cursed internally. There was a neighbor's cat that had the habit of hopping around the building's balconies. Was that thing still willing to mess with him? No matter how hard he tried to spook the thing away, it kept showing up at his apartment as if it owned the place. Katsuki’s eye twitched at the idea of spending the next few days trying to get rid of coats of white fur off his furniture. Again.

It better be someone that’s after the television.

Katsuki made sure to stay in the shadows. He approached in silence, with eyes wide open, actively trying to discern the shapes across the room. He made his way towards the TV area with the couches, the small table and his CD collection.

One.

Step.

At a.

Time.

He was an arm away from the sofa, raising a hand into the air, ready to blow away whoever had decided to intrude in his apartment –cat included. Then he was close enough to stretch his neck up and look over the back of the couch, but before he was able to…

"Mmm." Someone moaned.

And Katsuki knew exactly who it was.

"Son of a bitch." He cursed, secretive be damned.

He lowered his hand. His quiet steps became loud, angry stumps on the wooden floor. He marched around the couch to see the man in a black suit spreading along the cushions with his head resting on the arm of the sofa and one hand falling off the edge holding onto a bottle of whisky.

"Wake the fuck up." He commanded with a stern voice.

The drunkard mumbled some incoherent bullcrap and ignored him.

Katsuki greeted his teeth. He grabbed the sleeping man by the collar with his fist, and pulled him up an inch away from his face. He did so with enough strength and violence as to wake the man out of his stupor and make him open his eyes wide with surprise. Katsuki then spat his next words with murderous intent,

"I SAID. WAKE. UP."

He used the hold he had on the man to pull him off his furniture and into the floor. 

The man cried a short scream of pain as his head hit against a low table. The vase and the books that were piled on top of it fell into the floor.

The intruder lifted his hand to hold the top of his head, patting around to look for blood where he received the blow.

"Kacchan, so mean...", the man whined.

"Get the hell out of my house." Katsuki had both hands pressed into fits to his side with knuckles going white and a vein pulsing on his neck. He used all his strength to prevent himself from screaming again.

Probably the old hag was already up. Fuck.

The man sat on his knees on the floor with difficulty, his back facing Katsuki. His shoulders moved under the black silk vest as if they were sour after the landing. The smell of liquor distilled from him and filled the apartment after being swung in the air like that. It stinged at Katsuki's nose and only made his anger grow further. Slim figure on black and white, the man did move and stretched with the smooth motions Katsuki could relate to a cat’s. The way he took his time, slow and uncaring, spoke of his arrogance.

The man looked to the side, his profile just an inch away from the light.

"We haven't seen each other in so long Kacchan, I missed you." The man's smooth voice claimed.

"You pulled out this shit two weeks ago. Get out."

Katsuki looked back at the couch and saw the man’s jacket at the foot of it. He picked it up and threw it over his face. It fell over the man’s head. He immediately pulled it off and let it fall over his lap. His silhouette pulled up a hand to his face, and traced down over his neck and chest. When he seemed to have completed the look for external injuries at Katsuki's manhandling, he turned his whole body to face him.

The colored lights from the streets illuminated the freckled face and the hollowed green eyes that look so out of place on the innocent looking features. This same face replicated on news broadcasts weekly and stared the front page of newspapers even more often, never followed by flattering words.

Deku. Number One on Japan's list of most wanted criminals, leader of 'The League' and most dangerous villain since the downfall of All For One.

And Katsuki's prime pain in the ass.

"No." The head of the list of the most wanted criminals answered with a pout.

Katsuki shook with rage. He stomped to be in front of him and picked him up by the neck again. The drunk shrieked, holding Katsuki's wrist with both hands and looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't throw me again Kacchan! It hurts!"

Katsuki held him higher, lifting the man's weight from his feet. He threw daggers at the guy's pathetic cry of mercy, and used his other hand to pat over his clothes.

He traced over the man’s vest and pants, pressing and sliding his palms over the soft material. The clothes were cold to the touch, and their price could be felt on the tip of the fingers. The man twitched and tightened his grip on Katsuki’s wrist. Katsuki moved his hands from his waist up to the side of his ribs and the man arched his back at the contact.

"Ah, Kacchan.” A soft whimper. “What are you doing?" His voice made Katsuki's hand ache with the need to punch him in the face.

If the room were bright enough and he got to see a blush on the man’s face at this exact moment there would be no God he could pray to that could save him from Katsuki splitting his skull open.

"Shut up." He cut him, but it didn't stop the despicable man from wiggling and starting breathing at a weird pace.

"Kacchan—" he called as Katsuki found what he was looking for on one of the pockets of his vest. He took the phone out and let go of the grip of his hand, making the man fall flat into the carpet at his feet.

"Oh..." he complained.

Katsuki ignored him. He walked away from Deku to get closer to the window. He noticed the lock was broken.

Asshole, always messing with my shit. How many locks will I have to replace before you fucking die.

Katsuki thought of looking for the man’s wallet —the one he had felt in his back pocket-– and take what at this point was rightfully his. But before doing that, there was something else he had to get done. He held Deku's phone with both hands and typed the password to unlock it.

As the screen saver popped off he heard the guy’s voice calling him from behind.

"Kacchan, I did miss you but I also came to tell you some good news." Deku dragged his words and tried to push himself to stand out, but if the deaf noise was any indication of anything, it wasn't working for him. Katsuki didn't bother to look in his direction.

He scrolled across the menu and opened the contact list, looking for a particular name. He found it and typed a short message before hitting 'send'.

me

Pick me up at XX and XX street.

2:47 a.m.

Deku cursed under his breath as he struggled to get up, pushing Katsuki’s table out of the way. The vase that had fallen to the floor rolled to the other side of the room and hit the wall.

The phone dinged and lit up when less than three seconds later came the reply, followed by another three in quick succession.

Dabi

you are going to get us in so much shit one day for going to see that damn hero all the damn time

i swear to god

i'm going to start a fucking strike

i'm on my fucking way.

2:48 a.m.

Katsuki blocked the phone again and turned around to see Deku ultimately getting onto his feet. The guy lifted his head and Katsuki could tell how drunk he was by the way his eyes shined glossy.

"I don't want to hear any news from you." Katsuki replied.

He crossed back the distance that separated them, pulled the neck of the vest making the drunk’s stand wobble, and forced the phone back into his pocket. As he was taking his hand away, it was suddenly grabbed. Hard. Deku held Katsuki's hand with bone breaking strength and moved it to keep it close to his heart.

Katsuki held his features in place not to show how much it actually hurt.

Deku reclined closer to Katsuki's face, moved his other hand to cup one of his cheeks and whispered sweetly to him,

"I got rid of that gang that was bothering you so much."

Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek. The gush of fear running down his back and into the pit of his stomach was an acid warning to be aware around the switch that turned this person into what they actually were. A reminder. This person was dangerous.

He shouldn't be surprised. He knew what gang he was talking about, a bunch of losers that had started a home business of quirk trading. Tracking, kidnapping, and selling people whose quirks could be of interest to creeps all over the country.

"They really had some nasty stuff going on, Kacchan. I'm glad you didn't have to get involved." Deku said.

There was no point in asking how he knew about the case the agency and the federal police had asked him to help with. Katsuki was long used to this guy knowing not much, but everything when it came to him.

"You're not gonna ask me about how I did it, Kacchan~?" Deku sang. His feet wavered and he had to rethink his stand so as not to fall over the carpet again. The motion got him an inch closer to Katsuki’s face.

"I kind of feel like—"

"So what do you want?" Katsuki cut him, knowing to the fact that guy did nothing for the kindness of his heart.

Deku locked eyes with him again and smiled. A drunk smile, the kind that was eerie because the thoughts behind it weren’t clear.

At Katsuki's question Deku gave a step forward, forcing Katsuki to give a step back. Then another, and another. Katsuki followed –prey to the grip that wasn’t budging–, knowing that fighting back might get the psychopath to break his arm all together. In the end, the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch and he was sitting on the cushions. Deku forced him down by sitting his weight over his lap.

Deku finally let go of Katsuki's hand and face. He sat up straight, looking down on him. Katsuki’s muscles spasmed at the scrutiny of what they recognized as a predator. Katsuki’s mind was on their side, but Katsuki’s heart stinged.

Deku’s smile was sweet as he spoke.

"Say 'please' and I'll tell you."

But being frightened would never be enough to make Katsuki play anyone's games.

"Where are the people they abducted and what happened to the assholes?"

"Ah...", Deku seemed to remember something and pulled his head back to look at the ceiling. "The assholes... they had a wall of pictures and info on you. It pissed me off so much. So they are kind of... gone."

"Gone?" This fucker.

"Yeah", Deku lowered his eyes and lifted his thumb to caress the wrinkle that appeared in between Katsuki's eyebrows. "Don't worry about it so much, as you said, they were just assholes."

Katsuki pressed his jaw tight, telling himself it would be a waste of time to try to get more answers about what might have happened to those people. He wasn't sure he wanted to know either.

Memories flashed with the images of corpses on the ground and pools of blood. 

A few months back, police got intel on the League’s hideout and Katsuki was called in to take part in the breakin. When they arrived everyone was gone. The mole was dead. And Katsuki didn't know what was worse, that he knew the guy and he actually thought he was cool, or the relief that overcame him when the tight grip on his chest came undone at the sight of the empty basement.

Katsuki pushed that feeling and the revolving memory to the darkest corner of his mind where it belonged, focusing back on the depths of those green eyes.

“What about the victims?”, he asked. Izuku moved his hands to play with the locks of Katsuki's hair, his eyes on the ash blond strands, running them on the tip of his fingers as if hypnotized by them. 

“It’s all sorted out~. The hostages are in a warehouse all out of danger. I came to give you the location”, Izuku stopped playing with the hair on his fingers, hugged Katsuki’s neck and said, “In exchange for a kiss~”

“You have finally lost it.”

“Have I?” Katsuki smelled the whiskey on his breath along with a sweet perfume that should not linger around a bloodthirsty villain. “What will Pro Hero Dynamight not do for a defenseless civilian?”

Katsuki bit his tongue and refused to grace him with a response. Izuku brushed a lock of hair away from Katsuki’s face. The man lowered his face so their noses would touch. “Your worst weakness is your kind heart”, he mocked him.

That face, so close, was the thing of his nightmares. The features that hide the ghost of a kid he met in another lifetime.

Katsuki closed his eyes.

The way those eyes had changed, from the glistening green of summer leaves to the darkest shade of a night forest, was a disturbing reminder of what had been lost.

He remembered the night at the camp during his first year at UA. That night while attempting to run and get to safety, he was separated from his group of classmates. He was alone, looking for the path that would take him back to the camp while staying alert to any villain that might intercept him on his way. With his senses heightened out of fear, he could feel the crunching of the fallen leaves as loud as his heartbeat. It’s hard to tell how he heard nothing coming from behind before the voice called for him.

‘Kacchan’.

He turned around to see and the walls of his heart caved in. As much as he had played this scenario on his head since the day Izuku disappeared, he was not by any means thrilled for how the scene had unfold. From all the emotions that flooded him, there was one that was the loudest and the clearest: Izuku had died a long time ago.

Katsuki opened his eyes again, focused on every feature that had changed, and held onto them with all his will. He, the one that had refused to believe Izuku was forever up and gone, switched to grief when everyone else that had known about the kid cried that he was back.

Are they blind? He thought back then. This is someone else on his shell.

“No kiss, no location.” Izuku said with a giggle on top of him.

This person was the only thing that was left of the kid he once met.

“No location, brain injury.”  Katsuki answered back.

The only thing he had left of him.

“Kacchan!” he whined.

‘Kacchan!’ Echoed on his mind.

“Shut the hell up, you're going to wake up the neighbors.” He snapped.

Izuku dropped his head over Katsuki’s shoulder and released a loud, frustrated sigh. After a moment of silence, he tightened his embrace around Katsuki’s neck and moved his knees to sit higher into his lap. Katsuki tensed immediately.

“If you try anything weird I swear–”

“Do you ever miss me, Kacchan?” He asked.

Katsuki’s voice died on his lips. His heart was pierced by an emotion he didn't want to name.

Miss Izuku?

For years.

To this day.

“Why are you wasted?” And what was he the one who had to suffer the worst of it every time?

“I was lonely”. His voice was so faint, so fragile. It had a dangerous resemblance with the voice that still lingered on his ear after so many years. The voice that had asked him to play with him in the sandbox and by the river close to their home, the voice that called for him at school and always tailed after him during the breaks.

Those words in that voice were too much to hear.

“What about all your minions? Go bother them.” Katsuki attempted to move away to feel less suffocated but it was no use.

Izuku tangled his fingers around the heat at the back of Katsuki’s head. He pulled his hair slightly and groaned in annoyance.

“My minions don’t shut up about plans, and plans, and plans. They want me to do so many things for them. I’m the one that should be doing the bossing, but they nag me all day long. Think plans by yourself if you’re so smart, idiots.”

He raised his head to look at Katsuki.

“They are so stupid. I have to make backup plan on top of backup plan because they keep messing things up. It's exhausting.”

He let his head drop down again. Katsuki felt the cold tip of his nose tickle his neck.

“What do they want you to plan for?” What the hell do we have to prepare for next?

“A bunch of bullshit.” His voice was muffled by the clothes of Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki’s frustration at his answer must had being obvious because he later added,

“Don’t worry Kacchan, I’ll make sure they don’t make too much of a mess.”

“Yeah, it’s not them I have the most worries about.” His voice was tinted by grudge.

In the following questions Izuku’s voice was heard next to his ear. “Why? What did I do?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“...”

Izuku seemed to think harder about the matter and something must have clicked because his tone suddenly turned soothing.

”You meant that thing that happened over the weekend?” He laughed, “Didn’t I tell you they keep messing up all my plans? Those people blew that place on their own. I contained the damage as best as I could.”

Izuku’s fingers moved from his nape to his back to play with the edge of the neck of his shirt.

“I like heroes, Kacchan. I don’t hurt them just because.”

Katsuki felt him scratch over the line of his spine with his nails.

“Is that damn anti hero faction that makes them believe they can think on their own. They’re a pain in the ass.” A hiccup. “Some of the assholes even found one of my merch hideouts and burned it. If I ever find out who it was I’m going to kill them!” Izuku pulled another strand of hair, hard enough to almost rip it off Katsuki’s head. Katsuki had been well aware of his every move, but that took him by surprise.

“For fucks sake–! Lower your voice.” He lifted a hand to hold the hand that was gripping his hair. “And let fucking go off me.”

“But Kacchan–!”

“Enough with the drunk talk, loser!”

In a daze, Izuku was caught by Katsuki’s eyes. He stared, then smile, and the whisky was clear on his voice when he leaned his weight over Katsuki’s chest and said,

“Almost half of my Dynamight merch was in there. I only have a hoody left. And some photocards and some posters. I had to fight so many people to get those.”

“You’re disgusting.”

He giggled.

“I can’t help it. They piss me off sometimes. So many people drooling over your pictures.” He frowned at the memory and seemed to suddenly recall something that had particularly bothered him. “Like that picture of you on the subway!!” He complained and hit Katsuki’s shoulder with his fists in protest.

“Shhh!!!” Katsuki hushed him and held him by the throat in a silent threat.

“They have no right!” Izuku whispered dramatically loud. Another drunk thought and a tender feeling overcame the anger. He smiled, his nose touching Katsuki.

“Other heroes are cool, but Kacchan is my hero.”

How much Katsuki wished the idiot would shut up, delivering stabs to his heart and playing oblivious to it.

‘Kacchan is my hero.’

Nothing could be said with the lump he had on his throat. He trembled at the thoughts of the dreams he had every night, a kid with fear in his eyes and an iron hope in his voice when he stated to the evil people,

‘Kacchan is going to come save me’.

Katsuki's will waivered. That kid in the park that had gone missing. The kid that was all alone there waiting for Kacchan for their play date. But Kacchan decided to ditch him that day to go to the arcade with the other kids. He looked at the man on top of him, at that face that hid the core of all his guilts, and he ached with the need to lift his arms and hold him in place so that face wouldn’t disappear on him again.

What would have happened if he had shown up back then?

Would the kid be safe? Would they both have had the same fate?

Would Katsuki be dead by now too?

But would that mean they could have stayed together?

Katsuki’s only weakness was that kid he left in that park.

‘I'm sorry’ always lingered on his tongue, but sorrys couldn't turn back time.

And still, the words urged to be said, and pushed his lips open on moments like this when those eyes mushed his insides and had his soul begging. ‘I would go back and go with you if I could. I would leave with you if I could.’

But as the words wanted to spill out of his mouth, a sound ripped the veil of the moment.

Izuku frowned at the tune that cut the silence and moved away from Katsuki's shoulder. He sloppily felt around his pockets to look for his phone. He took it out and looked at the screen confused. Katsuki snatched it out of his hand and read the message on the notification bar.

Dabi

im here

where the fuck are you

 3:25 a.m.

“Your ride is here, get off of me.” Katsuki pushed Izuku off of his lap. He grabbed the bottle  that was still on the floor next to the sofa, walked a few steps to pick up the jacket laying over the carpet, and then held Izuku's arm with a strong grip, dragging him to the window.

Izuku mumbled his protests but Katsuki didn't pay him any mind. When they got to the window, he slammed the bottle on one of Izuku's hands and the jacket in the other, before pushing the window open. He point out and said,

“Get out.”

“But why by the window?”, Izuku complained without complying.

“You got in by the window. And you are not leaving by the fucking door. No villain is going to get spotted leaving my apartment by the front fucking door.”

Izuku looked back at him with an angry expression. None of the honey on his eyes remained and Katsuki was targeted with a laser gaze as if he were any other piece of trash on the sidewalk dirtying his shiny fancy shoes.

Izuku looked away from Katsuki, insulted. He murmured something under his breath. Katsuki could distinguish some of the colorful words that were directed towards him. He put on his jacket before approaching the window.

The villain prompted one of his feet to the frame, getting ready to jump, when Katsuki suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

“Give me the location”, he ordered.

Izuku huffed, laughing at the only man that had the guts to believe he could be ordered around by someone. He shoved his hand under his jacket and took out a wrinkled piece of paper the side of a small notepad before trusting it in Katsuki's hand. He refused to look at Katsuki or honor him with a ‘goodbye’ –not that it would be welcomed– and shoved away the grip that held him from behind.

Katsuki let go of him and didn't say anything more as he saw the villain drop from the tenth floor of the building.

When Izuku was finally out of sight, his body could finally relax.

Katsuki sighed, and closed the window. He was about to lock it when he remembered the broken latch. He clicked his tongue and cursed at the idiot that left once again without paying for the damage he had caused. Giving up to his tired muscles he turned to sit on the floor with his back against the wall. 

He gave himself a moment to breathe. When he felt his hands stop shaking he looked for his own phone in his pocket to message his boss while helding Deku’s note still folded on his fingers.

me

my source handed me another tip

3:46 a.m.

ponytail (boss)

Hit me.

Whoever this person is, one day we will have to condecorate them.

3:48 a.m

[luvz13ss]

୨☕୧ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ !!! ⏜ ۫ . ⟡

Character: -Izuku Midoriya

Parts! - #1, Katsuki Bakugou -#3, Shoto Todoroki

# !! ꒰ Independent ꒱ 🥢 🥡

-Midoriya has definitely researched America due to All Might's connection to it and has picked up on a few American phrases or metaphors in English. -He's a decent drawer since he's spent so many years drawing Japan's Heroes in his notebooks. Midoriya used to suck at art though. -His nerdy ass definitely watched Matpat in primary school and Junior High. -He ABSOLUTELY hates messy spaces. If one of his figurines are out of place he'll move it back on instinct. Same with other things in his room or just around the dormitories. -Midoriya has slight trouble understanding social cues.

꒰ With Others ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮

-Iida has constantly tried to teach Midoriya how to tie a tie correctly, but he's never learned. -Midoriya sends goodnight and good morning texts to Inko everyday and facetime occasionally when he's free. -Ever since the culture festival he's helped Jirou with organizing her other notes regarding their classes.

🕯️୧ ‧₊˚ ꒰ Midoriya x fem!reader꒱ !!

-Midoriya loves spending quality time with you: -He likes walking with you in the halls of UA while you're switching classes. He'll brush his hand against yours but he's always a little nervous to hold it. -Midoriya would support all of your interests and even look up the ones he didn't know much information on just so he could have something to rant about with you. -He'll join you and help you in study sessions or he'll train with you so you both can give each other tips and improve your quirks together. -He's really good when it comes to getting gifts. Even if it's something small, it's usually very heart-felt and thoughtful. Definitely something with sentimental value. -Midoriya hates it when your insecure about something. He'll compliment you and talk to others about how great you are. But, he'll do this either way whether you're feeling insecure or not.

⠀ི ·̩͙ ꒰ঌུ A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’m definitely making this a series considering how well my "Katsuki Bakugou" headcanon post did. I'll be doing this with a majority of the students in Class’s A and B. I wish you all have a nice day and lmk what you think !!! :3

-I apologize if the format of this post looks weird onmobile! I am a laptop user!

[ackermai07]

hi there !! i hope you're having a great day so far ^^

i wanted to request the three musketeers (katsuki, izuku, shoto) that give prince/ss treatment to reader ! like the reader is just so tooth-rotting sweet that the boys can't help but treat reader that way ฅʕ◍·̀·́◍ʔฅ

you are so free to ignore this if its not up to your taste ^^ thank you in advance !! 💌🍰

girl you're crazy if you think this isn't up to my taste, you literally blessed me with this! Anyways I hope you have fun reading, enjoy!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, fem!reader

𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: headcanon, fluff!

Don't repost!

The one thing we all agree on.

He'll cook for you.

No one argues with this; he's literally your personal chef.

He'll always make sure you eat well, whether you're a big eater or not.

This damn guy will literally stuff your stomach and cook for you anytime.

You can wake him up even at 2 a.m., and he won't mind, like:

"Hey, Katsu... I'm feeling kinda hungry... so-"

"Shut up, I already know."

And boom, he'll get up to cook a delicious meal for you and make sure you go to sleep feeling full.

He also loves styling your hair, no matter the type.

Straight, wavy, curly, it doesn't matter.

Just tell him how you want your hair, and he'll do it professionally.

He does most of the chores for you, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc.

He absolutely hates seeing you tired or exhausted; he sees himself strong enough to do everything.

"You weren't created for exhaustion, not even your beautiful ass deserves to be tired from sitting."

Another reason he always holds you in his arms when you're alone together.

He always brings snacks for you at school.

At the end of each class, he turns around to give you candy or chocolate to keep you energized.

(He completely refuses to admit he brought them for you, always saying he got them by chance.)

When you're sitting in the dorm with others, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder if you're tired.

He absolutely doesn't let you go downstairs; he always carries you bridal style while going down while you're in his arms.

His excuse is that you're too foolish and will definitely trip and fall and hurt yourself.

(He loves you dearly and worries about you like crazy.)

Did I mention he's your guard dog?

Wherever you are, he walks behind you and gives death glares to anyone who dares to stare at you.

He also makes sure every day that he's the first person to say good morning or goodnight to you, whether in person or through messages.

He's not a big person with words, but he makes sure to say "I love you" enough times because he knows it makes you happy.

Believe me, he's just there for your happiness (I would die for this man).

This boy is the epitome of sweetness.

He's not just a green flag, he's the whole forest.

One thing I'm sure of is that he'll take notes for you during classes.

Even if you've already taken your own notes, he doesn't mind.

He still brings your notebooks and edits your notes to make them look like his own.

If you ask him why he does this, he simply replies:

"Just to ensure our information is the same so we don't have any problems when we study together."

He just loves being the reason behind your intellectual growth and knowing that he's helping you.

Every night, literally every night, he braids your hair.

Because he simply read that braiding hair before bed helps keep it healthy.

(He loves touching your hair and smelling its scent.)

Speaking of nighttime, he takes you for walks at night when everyone else is asleep and lies on the grass to watch the sky just because you told him you love seeing the stars.

He's literally the kind of gentleman who lays his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk on so you don't get wet.

He has a sixth sense about you, so for example, whenever something bad happens to you, he's already there to fix it.

He's 100% ready to defend you against anyone and doesn't feel embarrassed to stand up to them either.

He carries your bag for you on the way to school and back to the dorm, insisting on it even when you say it's okay.

He loves sharing his food with you; he always does.

No matter what it is, he always makes sure you take at least a bite of it.

"I don't taste the food's flavor until I share it with you."

He always keeps your hands intertwined and makes sure you're close to him, especially in crowds.

Every day, he makes sure to kiss you on the cheek and tell you how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves you.

This guy is literally like a character from books.

He has a top-notch degree in princess treatment.

He buys you anything you want, no matter what.

Even if it's a car plated with gold, he'll always fulfill your desires.

He flirts with you, but in poetic ways.

For example, he reads a love quote or a poem and makes sure to dedicate it to you.

Either he writes it for you on a paper and places it on your desk in your room before you wake up, or he whispers it in your ear just to drive you crazy.

He loves seeing you shy and flustered.

He also buys you books, a lot of them.

The reason for that is your talk about a story or a novel.

Be sure that by tomorrow he'll present you with the entire book series along with a red rose.

"Shoto! You didn't have to do that!"

"If my girl desires something, she gets it."

(Help me... I'm melting while writing this)

He lets you do anything to him literally.

Braiding his hair, putting makeup on him, dressing him up as you wish... etc.

Just say the word, and he's like, "Yes, ma'am"

(Once you put your daily makeup on him, and literally you cried because he looked more beautiful than you by miles.)

This man is literally carrying your bags when he takes you shopping.

And he doesn't complain; it gives him a sense that he's your strong man.

He also allows you to try makeup on the back of his hand.

(He's as pale as hell.)

He carries you on his back if you feel tired from walking.

Or in other words, if he feels it, which means he always carries you on his back.

So you won't tire from something as silly as walking.

He knows that everyone is looking at both of you, but does he care? Of course not.

(I feel like he's read "The Art of Indifference" at least 100 times.)

He's the kind of guy who allows you to wear anything you want.

You might come to him not sure about your clothes, and he simply shrugs in indifference.

"Wear whatever you want; I can fight."

(But not too revealing because you won't get away with it.)

One of his greatest features is that he uses his quirk to either warm you up or cool you down according to the weather.

He always gives you his jacket even without you asking because he knows that his scent calms you down and also ensures that you're warm.

Like the others, he makes sure you eat well and goes crazy if he knows you haven't.

(I think this is an Asian thing...)

This might seem gross, but on the contrary, it's not the case for him, but he allows you to spit out the food you didn't like on his hand.

He tells you to do it in the most poetic expression ever.

He hugs you a lot, first because he loves being close to you and secondly to stick his scent to you, so people can smell you and know that you're his

(he has a special scent so..)

(I've written a lot for him, I know, and I'm sorry, but I love him so much that I couldn't stop!!)

I hope you had fun reading! Please feel free to request more whenever you like!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

[berrytrufflez]

❛ tell them you're mine, i found you first. ❜

⠀⠀⠀berrytrufflez ! haihai !! i'm jinx / pow(der) ! i'm a yumeshipper of eight-ish years !! i'm a non-sharing izuku midoriya yume nd i fall into the oc x canon yumeshipper most often, rather than using a self insert. this blog is to allow me to share some headcanons of my ocs and my yumeships !! <3 ⠀🍰⸝⸝ ⠀eighteen, jinx fictionkin, diagnosed with bpd & schizophrenia⠀🍫⸝⸝ ⠀ey/they, ve/ae ⠀🍓⸝⸝ ⠀multifandom nd fandomless oc blog + yumeships ! ⠀🍰⸝⸝⠀ izuku midoriya's valentine . blog nd ocs may contain dark nd triggering content, mature themes, nd self projection. continue with caution...

do not steal, copy, modify or translate work, ocs or hcs. ⠀🍫⸝⸝⠀ do not steal art commissions that i or my friends have paid for ⠀— asks are open. ⠀🍓⸝⸝ ⠀navigation ! . ⠀⠀⠀⠀pinned post layout by my bestie,, txunamy <3

❛ i only have eyes for you, you'd be, still be the one for me. ❜

[every-2top-panel]

🍰💥Blog Intro💥🍰

This blog is a place to collect all todobaku/bakutodo manga panels.

I also run a Shouto panel blog. Most of the images will be the same versions that I upload there, but I will occasionally leave the text for the panels on this blog if it adds context to their interaction. I might also use a tighter crop to better focus on our favorite duo or use adjoining panels if relevant.

In general, I will reload both queues at the same time so don't fret if this one goes inactive for a little while.

My tagging system:

Chapters are tagged ch xx (ie: ch 43)

Volumes are tagged vol xx (ie: vol 5)

Volume extras include covers, character intro pages, and other things from the volumes that are not in the chapters themselves.

If I've included a version of the panel with text, it will be tagged as "+text" for English panels and "+jpns text" for Japanese panels. (All panels with text included will have English. Only some will have Japanese.)

Posts are tagged with both todobaku and bakutodo for visibility in tumblr search. I will not usually tag Shouto or Katsuki individually in each post.

If other characters are present I will tag it as "with [character's name]" (ie: "with Midoriya Izuku" or "with All Might")

Other tags:

not panel, asks

[2toplibrary]

Amnesia fics - masterlist

Starting Over From Ground Zero by Nebulousvega, XenophonSpeaks

(E, 38K, 2/2)

(Or: that one where Bakugou has temporary amnesia and Todoroki is tasked with caring for him until his memory returns, but ends up falling in love with the part of Bakugou that Bakugou has always kept hidden away instead.)

💥🍰💥🍰

i'm tired, i'm tired of not loving you by yekijan

(M, 30K, 1/1)

“Why are you the person taking me home?” The car jerks forward the second the light turns green. “Why not- literally anyone else?”

“We’re fucking friends, aren’t we?”

“No,” Shouto says shortly. “You’ve made that very clear.”

“Well, you’re missing three years of memories, dickhead. Shit changes.”

💥🍰💥🍰

still, this body of mine by pyrrhicwildfire

(G, 5k, 3/3)

Shouto is hit with a quirk that erases some of his memories, included in which is his memory of having a husband.

What could Katsuki even do to fix that?

💥🍰💥🍰

Closer by Lillabelle

(T, 5K, 1/1)

As he approached, Todoroki’s eyes met his and Bakugou froze. He wanted to do so many things. He wanted to yell at Todoroki for not being more careful and getting injured, but there would be no point in that if he didn’t remember the incident. Bakugou wanted to wrap his arms around Todoroki and never let the idiot out of his sight again. Being hugged by a stranger would be weird, though, so Bakugou refrained.

They stared at each other.

“So, do you remember me or not?” Bakugou asked, more gruffly than intended, but his nerves were eating at him. He wanted to be an exception, for Todoroki to look at him and remember that he loved him, even if his memories weren’t intact. That was beyond wishful thinking, so the thought was discarded as quickly as it had popped up.

💥🍰💥🍰

forget-me-not by pyrrhicwildfire

(M, 3K, 1/1)

“Kacchan has amnesia,” Midoriya blurts out. No hesitation, no warning whatsoever; only those words greeting Shouto the moment he meets Midoriya in the hospital.

💥🍰💥🍰

our second first meeting by czqy

(T, 2K, 1/1)

“Do you remember when we first met?”

🍰💥🥦🍰💥🥦

the distance of the differences by starburstsunshine

(T, 86K, 4/4) - OT3 tdbkdk

The last thing Izuku remembers is that he had been on the run from Shigaraki and All for One, and had only just come back to U.A.

Turns out, that was six years ago.

Suffering from amnesia that he hopes is only temporary, Izuku has to try and figure out how to fit in the life that he does not remember, while also dealing with the fact he's apparently in a relationship with Kacchan and Shouto.

(a shout-out to maya on Twitter whose thread on amnesia fics inspired this masterlist)

[yokumirumerafan]

If MHA switched genders?

Ahahahahah I had fun with this. Hope you like it <33

Class 1-A

Izumi Midoriya (Izuku Midoriya, Female) 💚 Still kind, heroic, and strategic, but a bit more emotional in her expressions. 📖 Might be a bit more motherly towards her friends, constantly worrying about them.

Katsuko Bakugo (Katsuki Bakugo, Female) 🔥 Same explosive temper, but with an even sharper tongue. 💄 Might have a more punk/goth aesthetic instead of her usual tough-boy attitude.

Shoko Todoroki (Shoto Todoroki, Female) ❄🔥 Cool and collected but slightly more elegant in mannerisms. 🖤 Might show her emotions a bit more through small, subtle actions instead of being completely quiet.

Ochiro Uraraka (Ochaco Uraraka, Male) 💰 More like a big brother type—goofy, hardworking, and optimistic. 😆 Probably has a dorky "cool guy" personality but fails at being cool.

Tena Iida (Tenya Iida, Female) 🏎 Still strict, but a bit more of a "big sister" instead of a "strict senpai." 🎀 Might have a slightly softer, caring tone while still enforcing rules.

Eiko Kirishima (Eijiro Kirishima, Female) 💪 Energetic and unshakably loyal—still calls everything "manly" but finds a new word for it! 💋 Probably has a tomboyish but very friendly personality.

Denka Kaminari (Denki Kaminari, Female) ⚡ More like a teasing, playful flirt instead of a clueless dork. 📱 Probably a social media queen, spamming selfies and memes.

Hana Sero (Hanta Sero, Female) 🕷 Still laid-back and fun, but with a more tomboyish attitude. 🎤 Might love gossip and teasing her classmates.

Fumiko Tokoyami (Fumikage Tokoyami, Female) 🌑 Same gothic personality but might be even more poetic and dramatic. 💀 Possibly a mysterious beauty type instead of a brooding loner.

Meza Shoji (Mezo Shoji, Female) 🤐 Even quieter but very protective—like a silent bodyguard. 🏋️‍♀️ Probably stronger than most guys but super humble about it.

Rika Sato (Rikido Sato, Female) 🍰 Buff, cute, and loves sweets—probably acts like a big sister to everyone. 🤗 Gives the best hugs in 1-A.

Koko Koda (Koji Koda, Female) 🐰 Shy, sweet, and even more animal-loving. 🍃 Might have a soft-spoken, princess-like voice.

Toru Hagakure (Still Invisible, Female-to-Male) 🕶 More mischievous, like a prankster little brother. 🎭 Loves sneaking up on people for fun.

Momo Yaoyorozu (Gender-flipped but same name) 📚 Elegant, brilliant, and still rich—might be slightly more serious as a guy. 🎩 Could have a bit of a "noble gentleman" vibe.

Kyotaro Jiro (Kyoka Jiro, Male) 🎸 Still sarcastic, but a little more chill. 🎶 Might be like a cool indie musician type.

Minoru Ashido (Mina Ashido, Male) 😆 More like a flirty, fun-loving jock but still very friendly. 💃 Loves dancing and having fun but doesn't go too far with it.

Yuki Aoyama (Yuga Aoyama, Male-to-Female) ✨ Even more dramatic but in a fashionable, stylish way. 💄 Loves beauty and probably has an elegant, graceful presence.

Pro Heroes

All Queen (Toshiko Yagi, Female All Might) 🦁 Still super heroic, but with a strong "powerful mom energy." 🤗 Gives the warmest, strongest hugs ever.

Flame Empress (Enna Todoroki, Female Endeavor) 🔥 Still intense, but maybe less aggressively competitive. 👑 More of a fierce "warrior queen" than a straight-up abusive dad.

Hawkeye (Keika Takami, Female Hawks) 🦅 Sassy, fun-loving, and a bit of a femme fatale. 😏 Loves teasing people but always stays composed and cool.

Shadowcat (Shiori Aizawa, Female Eraserhead) 😴 Still super tired all the time but might have a slightly more caring, "tough-love" approach. ☕ Drinks even more coffee than male Aizawa.

Best Diva (Tsunako Hakamada, Female Best Jeanist) 👗 A high-fashion queen, probably an icon in the hero world. 💅 Takes elegance to another level.

Dusk (Nemu Kayama, Male Midnight) 😏 Still seductive, but in a more "suave and mysterious" way. 🎩 Probably a smooth-talking gentleman type.

Villains

Tomoko Shigaraki (Tomura Shigaraki, Female) 🕷 Even creepier, but with a quiet, eerie beauty. 🔪 Probably acts like a horror movie villain with soft, unsettling smiles.

Dalia (Dabi, Female) 🔥 Still brooding and angsty, but might use seduction more as a weapon. 🖤 A punk-goth queen with a dangerous aura.

Hideo Toga (Himiko Toga, Male) 🩸 Still obsessed with blood, but might act more like a "twisted prince" type. 😈 A mix of playful and terrifying, even creepier as a guy.

Ms. Compress (Atsuha Sako, Female Mr. Compress) 🎭 A charming magician lady with a theatrical presence. 🎩 Loves to manipulate people with her wit.

Kurona (Kurogiri, Female) ☁ Still just as mysterious and polite. 🍷 Might have a soothing yet haunting voice.

All For Empress (All For One, Female) 👑 The ultimate evil queen, refined and coldly ruthless. 🕷 Might wear a terrifyingly elegant black gown.

Todoroki Family

Ren Todoroki (Rei Todoroki, Male) ❄ A soft-spoken but deeply emotional father. 😞 Probably gets a lot of sympathy from fans.

Fuyuto Todoroki (Fuyumi Todoroki, Male) 🍳 Still super caring, but a bit more like a responsible big brother.

Natsumi Todoroki (Natsuo Todoroki, Female) 🌸 A cool, independent woman who just wants a normal life.

[prpfz]

hii hello !! 🍰 eighteen+ looking for other eighteen+ writers for a my hero academia rp !! i’m interested in oc x canon and am more than happy to double !! but i only write for mxm and fxf atm. for my side, i’d love to have the following characters : izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jiro, and himiko toga. very open to multiple threads and encourage it !! i’m very indecisive, so i’d love to write a few different plots with different ccs and ocs !! i write on discord in private servers with tupper. i’m anywhere from lazy lit to novella, so my ic reply length varies from 300 to 1000+ words per post. nsfw and dead dove themes required !! my preferred plot to smut ratio is 50:50. i love writing against switches, so if you write my l.i. as a switch, i’ll love you forever !!!! 🍪 to be expected, i’d prefer to keep the characters the same ages !! plots will be darker in nature, so please be open to ideas. tbh i just want someone to match my freak and be able to find a friend !! if interested, please interact !! i’ll get back to you as soon as i can !! 🧁

give a like and anon will get back to you

[full-cowlings]

professor izuku thoughts...

includes   |   SUGGESTIVE content, mentions & impliance of nsfw but nothing explicit. teasing reader. somewhat subby izuku midoriya, playful dominance from reader. make out session. exhibitionism (? you nd izuku make out in his classroom). being caught? (not really, just the aftermath, but I thought I'd include it just in case). marking.

gender nd colour of reader is unspecified!! <3 not proofread!!

word count ; 1,744!

the halls of u.a were quiet for the moment, with most students either in class or out on their break before the next period began. izuku Midoriya sat behind his desk in his classroom, sorting through papers, his tie loosened around his neck from the long hours he'd been working already.

the room was filled with the usual mix of books, papers, and some stray hero gear from his students. it was a familiar scene, one izuku had grown accustomed to since he started teaching at u.a . but something was different —- someone was different.

you had sent a quick message earlier, letting him know you'd be visiting him during his break. it made him smile to himself, he was always excited to see you —- you were his lover after all, how could be not?

a few minutes later, the door creaked open, with you stepping inside and closing it quietly behind you. viridian hues lifted immediately and met with yours, that stupidly cute smile of his spreading across his lips.

“ midoriya izuku, the newest professor, ” you smiled playfully, leant against the doorframe. “ never thought I'd see the day. ”

izuku chuckled, setting the papers he was working on and the pen aside to turn his attention to you. “ there was a time where i didn't think I'd end up here either, but... it's been great. how are you, love? ”

the smile on your face soon matched his as you pushed off the door frame and stepped into the room, heading towards his teachers desk. the sight of you alone was always enough to make izuku's poor heart skip a beat.

“ couldn't be better, ” a genuine reply —- yet a teasing edge to the words as you stopped in front of him. your gaze flickered downward briefly, eyes trailing ocer his tie, his loose collar, and then back up to meet his. “ you look good in this setting, izu. ”

“ it's... still new to me.. but I'm getting used to it. you know, the students are great. ”

at his nervous smile and the nervous habit of your boyfriend pulling at his collar, your eyebrow raised, as if amused.. nd that had made him even more nervous. “ I'm sure they are, but i don't think that's the only thing keeping you busy, huh? ”

before he could respond, he felt your hand brush lightly against his arm. the touch sent a jolt going through his body, breath catching slightly. even after all your years of dating since high school —- you had that effect on him.. making him feel both lightheaded and alive.

“ what's going on, baby? ” izu managed to ask, his voice quieter now.

you didn't respond with words for a moment, instead a simple hum as you leant down to the professors seated height. “ i've missed you, izuku.. and i think it's time you remind me why i adore you so much. ”

midoriya's breath hitched at your words, his heart pounding in his chest already. yet before he could say anything, he felt your lips press against his in a slow, teasing kiss. he froze for a second, but only for a second —- instinctively, his hands moved to rest on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

your hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his green curls, pulling him even closer. his hair was still just as rowdy as it was back in high school —- thick beneath your fingers.. and one thing he hadn't grown out of was adoring the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp.

the kiss had quickly turned heated, messy, almost urgent. his fingers tightened around your waist, and the sound of breaths in those brief moments apart mingled in the heavy air. the way you held onto him —- as if you couldn't get close enough.. it drove him crazier than he'd ever like to admit. ( although he would if you asked or wanted him to.. he'd do anything you asked if just for a chance to see your smile.. or cry out pretty for him. )

it didn't take too much for it to grow more frantic, with you tugging him toward the desk. without thinking, izuku stood from his chair and lifted you effortlessly, placing you gently on top of his teacher's desk. midoriya had also grown a bit taller since your guys high school days —- now around five ft eight, shoulders a bit more squared, hands and arms more scarred nd rougher, voice just a tad bit deeper in those moments he let his true vocal range slip rather than the controlled one.

papers had scattered to the side as you balanced yourself, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in closer. your lips never left his asides from those small breaths in between —- yet each kiss was more desperate than the last.

midoriya's hands roamed, one slipping to the small of your back, while the other rested gently yet possessively against the plush of your thigh. the feel of the heat of your body against his drove him wild —- and if he could've, he would've gotten down on his knees and sing your praises with his tongue right then and there.

you responded in kind, one hand traveling down to his tie, loosening it further. it was only then that the make out session was broken, instead your lips trailed down to his neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake.

his eyes snapped open again, the feeling of your lips on his skin making him gasp and his head tilt back instinctively to give you more access.

“ baby... ” it was a quiet breath, barely coherent as he suppressed a groan —- it was only when your lips found his again for a quick kiss that he was able to let it fall, with you swallowing it for him. his body always reacts to you in ways he could never expect despite understanding —- it was because you were /you/ that made him react this way.

he could feel the way you smirked against him, hands finally pulling at his white dress shirt, buttons popping open with a quickness that only made izuku's breath catch in his throat.

“ you've always been so easy to get worked up, ” you teased, lips moving down to his collarbone as you left a trail of kisses along his skin.

what made this even worse? the fact you had worn that very specific shade of lipstick that you knew he /adored/ on you.. the one that he always thought (and wanted to express) would look really good leaving marks around his d—-

(lewd) thoughts were interrupted when his body instinctively joined at the sudden feeling of a bite against his neck. immediately he fell forward with an “ oh-! ” that was perhaps a bit louder than it should have been. his hand moved to your waist and squeezed, the one that was on your thigh now against the edge of his desk as his forearm flexed.

his legs felt like jelly —- his face red and his thoughts in places that they shouldn't be in at a place like this. another groan fell through his parted lips when you bit down on his skin again with a muffled laugh. you made sure to leave a few hickeys .. leaving the the imprint of your kiss mark on them just for good measure. he always did have a thing for marking —- and when you made visible proof he was yours? /god/ —- he could melt then and there..

and as izuku was starting to lose himself , was starting to let himself get a little bit /too/ loud... the school bell rang from down the hall. interruption or not —- it was a reminder of where you both were.

you left his skin with a breathless laugh, lips still ghosting his jawline that you were nipping at, fingers gently cascading down his jaw to his slightly exposed chest, fingertips lightly ghosting over his sensitive nipples just to watch him jolt and his head tilt back in frustrated desire.

“ we should... probably... ” you started, words trailing off as you glanced at the door. his hips rut against the inside of your plush thigh, a quiet whine falling. he was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he looked at you in a daze.

his lips were swollen, bruised from your kisses and coloured from your lipstick shade. he could already feel the markings you left on his neck, the beginnings of lipstick stains dark against his skin and shirt collar. his tie was hanging loose around his neck, his collar undone, his hair even messier than it had once been.

your gaze flickered back down his body, expression softening for a moment . “ i guess i've made my mark, ” you smiled, winking at him as you quickly hopped off the desk, smoothing out your clothes and straightening yourself out.

the professor wiped his mouth, trying to catch his breath, a dazed smile tugging at his lips. “ you... you really know how to.. how to get me worked up... ”

you grinned, grabbing the door handle. “ maybe if you get home early enough, we can start round two, sensei. don't keep me waiting too long , izu. ”

before he could respond, you were out the door, leaving your boyfriend standing there, his heart still racing and his freckled cheeks burning bright red.

the door opened again just moments later, and a group of students filed in, their chatter fading when they saw izuku standing behind his desk —- disheveled, panting, and clearly not quite in control of his surroundings. with such little time to get ready, his tie was still loose, shirt still unbuttoned a quarter of the way —- and the unmistakable lipstick stains dotted his neck and collar.

one of the students had given him a teasing look, eyebrow raised. “ did we interrupt something, sensei? ” he asked , a knowing grin on his face.

midoriya blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure rather quickly. “ uh —- no! it's nothing! just — just.. let's start class! ” his words came out in a hasty jumbled ness, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the heat going down his neck and the tips of his ears now.

it was clear that no one was fooled, though. as students took their seats, some glancing at him with knowing smirks or whispering amongst themselves once he turned to face the board. izuku couldn't help but smile to himself though, the heat between you two lingering still.

maybe his break hadn't been so bad after all.

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[daisiescomelate]

For my request, based on the 100 Percent Hero AU, can you write a oneshot featuring Mob and Izuku hanging out together please? But the fun is interrupted by Izuku's middle school bullies, though Bakugou isn't with them. Even though they try to insult and belittle Izuku, Mob stands up to defend him while describing his goid qualities. What do you think?

Sorry for the horrible delay!

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Peaches

Sunlight beamed over fresh lime green leaves that just come about to celebrate spring. Birds nibbled on the flesh of tiny fruits hanging from the bushes of the park. Kageyama Shigeo sat below a line of trees on a bench with his lunch box over his lap and another one waiting on his side.

Between the patches of vivid grass and tiny beetles doing their dues, a young man with green hair fought for his life.

“You can do it Midoriya-kun, you’re almost done!” Shigeo cheered with a soft voice and a smile.

Midoriya’s lungs burned with effort, his muscles refused to listen to him anymore. They didn’t trust him now when he pleaded them for ‘just one more’ after being fooled so many times. 

His panting breath wasn’t enough to get all the oxygen they craved for. He tightened his jaw, bit into his tongue, and forced his arms into the last of the sixty push ups before losing all lasting control on his body and falling face flat onto the floor.

“Great job!” Shigeo applauded him with enthusiasm. Since he first joined the bodybuilding club at school he had experienced the hardship of getting into shape, and precisely because of that he couldn't feel any other thing but administration towards Midoriya seeing how much progress he had made just a few months into the training his mentor, All Might, had set up for him.

Midoryia had already accomplished so much, when it had taken Shigeo so long to get to barely ten push ups. He didn’t have any doubt his upper classmates would adore him and his hard working personality if they ever got to meet him.

Shigeo had accompanied Midoriya on his training regimen more or less consistently after he had received it shortly after they met, but he was still far away from having the same stamina as his friend and there were times like today when he would have to take the day off. Still, he liked to be there for Midoryia for moral support.

Izuku groaned with his face still buried over the soil, but shortly after planted his palms back onto the dirt, and stood up with some effort.

Shigeo wiggled a water bottle into the air. “Have some water, Midoryia-kun!” He offered.

The water was cold and little droplets condensed over the plastic. Midoryia walked closer to Shigeo and took the bottle with a tired but genuine smile. His legs shook while he struggled to stay standing. He was drenched in sweat and his clothes and face had specs of mod over them. He drank half of the water with enthusiasm, it was a gush of relief under the unforgivable heat of the afternoon sun.

His expression was of pure content.

“That’s a new record.” He commented, and Shigeo nodded in agreement. He passed him a towel to clean himself.

“You were scared of falling behind, but I knew you could do it.” Shigeo complimented him. All Might’s regimen increased in difficulty with each passing week and he had been very insistent on how important it would be for Izuku to not fall behind on his schedule.

Izuku, also soft spoken and shy, giggled quietly at Shigeo’s encouragement.

“I can’t believe I was able to do it either.” Izuku said, followed by another sip of water.

He moved forward to take a seat next to Shigeo on the bench, picking up the bento box that his friend had placed next to his lap.

Izuku let himself fall over the bench with a sigh, dropping his head backwards. He was still panting softly. He looked tired yet satisfied. Momentarily, he seemed to have forgotten he was only half way in his routine, but Shigeo didn’t want to pop his bubble just yet.

Shigeo looked attentively at his friend, the friend he had recently acquired after getting into this strange world where powers were so common and people used them as the norm. Midoriya Izuku, an apparent rarity in this world full of powered individuals. He was fanning himself with one hand in an attempt to shoo away the heat.

A cacophony of laughter caught Shigeo’s attention. He turned around distracted and what he saw was something he was still  mildly struggling to get used to.

There were a group of kids playing around at a distance. One of them had a dragon’s head and a tail, all blue skin; and there was a girl of huge teeth and unproportionate hands on each side of her. Even further away, another kid without any peculiarities to his appearance motioned his fingers in the air and moved the water of a nearby fontaint to splash his friends with it.

And no one blinked an eye about it.

A woman pulled a stroller down the path of the park. Over her head there were two horns that spiraled on each side like it did the shell of a snail. A big man, big and as broad as three people, walked a very small dog with a lot of energy trying to escape out of his leash with jumps and turns. An owl-like kid trying to get to the cup of a nearby tree, with his mother –with feathers on her neck and a pick in place of a mouth– screamed at him to get down before getting injured.

All of this happened around him yet he had witnessed even strangest things so far: the villains, the heros, the rankings and the shows on TV, the news broadcast and the city in constant danger. The quirks –as Midoriya called them– came in many forms, there were countless of them on the streets and in every home. This was a world ruled by the powered, a world, Shigeo realiced, where he was even less special. It was another blow to his ego, another proof of how shallow he was.

He turned his head away from the kids playing to his friend munching into an onigiri and his smile softened.

He felt even more shallow because of Izuku since he had met him.

Shigeo always mostly thought of his powers as a way to impress the girl he liked, yet so many other people here thought of their powers for a service to others. And then there was Midoriya and his persistence in trying to achieve his dream despite what his world has to say about it, and of his desire to help people, powers or not.

Between him and Midoriya there was a core difference: Midoriya conceived power as a tool to help others, while Shigeo’s first perception of his power had been that he was cool and his crush would like him.

“Look who we have here…”

The sudden voice made both Shigeo and Izuku jump slightly in surprise. After the initial scare, Shigeo put back together his posture, but he noticed that wasn’t the case for Midoriya, who instead remained tense as a wire.

“Deku-kun~”. From one side of the path in the park two kids their age approached with both hands in their pockets. One of them had a buzz cut, and the other one had long hair that covered his eyes. They were approaching them from the side, both with their hands in their pockets and with strange expressions on their faces. They were smiling, yet there was something underneath those smiles that made one's instinct rise in warning.

“What are you doing right now?” Buzz cut asked, kicking a pebble from the path in their direction. Shigeo got this feeling in his ribs that told him of an underlying danger.

“Are those your friends?” Shigeo asked Izuku in a low voice that was almost a whisper so only he could hear him. From the side, he saw the distress in the other’s eyes.

The pair got closer to them. Long Hair looked down to the ground at one of Izuku’s weights. He lifted one eyebrow and kicked it further away with his foot. He then looked up at Izuku and examined him and his messy looks, sweat all over his shirt and face, mildly red from his efforts, with strands of green curls sticking to his forehead.

“Are you still on that exercise crap? First was that fidget toy of yours that you use during class and now this?” He moved a little bit to the side and kicked Izuku’s second weight.

“What the hell are you preparing for?” Asked the second guy. “You have always sucked at PE, what's with this change of heart?”

Shigeo quickly noticed that he was being wildly ignored.

Izuku’s hand shook slightly as it did his voice when he attempted to stutter an answer.

“I– I–...” But it seemed to be an impossible task.

“C’mon, what is it Deku?” Buzz Cut cut him. Shigeo noticed this time the use of the strange nickname. “Is there a girl you want to impress?” The mockery was obvious behind his words, and he and his companion laughed wholeheartedly about it.

It was the shrinking laughter what finally led him to understand the situation. These were bullies, with their habit of putting strange names to others and their rude comments and assumptions.

It seemed to be that no world was free from their gruesome ruling.

Long Hair held his stomach with both hands and bent his head forward. When he was able to take over it again he continued, catching a loose tear that fell from one of his eyes. “Not even Haruko-san will spare a glance at you. Save yourself the trouble,” he said.

“That's not what–” Izuku struggled to speak to the point he seemed to have bitten his tongue. The bullies have no need to hear anything he had to say regardless.

One of them gave another step forward, getting closer to Izuku's personal space.

“If it's not you starting to drool for a girl, then what is it all about?” He asked just a few inches away from Midoriya’s nose.

“Don't tell me you are doing all of this because of your hero delusion?” There was a pause since Midoriya couldn't bring himself to speak 

“For real?” One of them rouse an eyebrow “This is also about the hero stuff?” He clicked his tongue, “Idiot.”

“You're a loser, just accept that fact and move on!” The other said.

Izuku looked down, a shadow of shame covering his eyes. His fists balled to his sides and his shoulders shook slightly. Shigeo could tell by the way he bit into his lower lip that he might be in the verge of tears.

“Please stop.” Shigeo said, his words firm as he placed himself in between his friend and the bully.

The bully widened his eyes in surprise, he seemed to truly believe that Shigeo might as well have metalized into existence for all he could tell.

It took him a second to let go of his stupor. He blinked at Shigeo one more time and then asked, “And you are?”

The second bully stepped forward, both of them now surrounding Shigeo and Midoriya from an arm's distance. The bullies momentarily analyzed them. It took them a while to connect the dots and then finally said,

“Don't tell me you are with this loser?”

“He looks like a wimp too, look at that hair.” Buzz Cut pointed at Shogeo’s head and smirked.

“Well, I guess even nerds can make friends. Birds of a feather and all that.”

Long Hair changed his focus from Midoriya and moved his nose to have it now an inch away from Shigeo's.

“A word of advice, stay away from this guy.” He said pointing at Izuku. “He's an obsessive freak, you don't want to be around him.”

“Yeah, maybe you look like a freak too but that Deku guy is even worse, I assure you.”

“Are you friends with him because you pity him? Tell me.”

“Every person who tried to empathize with him had regretted it.”

“As we said, he's just a loser. Get him off your hair before you regret it.”

Every word of them seemed to hit Midoriya at his side, making him shrink over himself more and more while playing with the skin at the end of his nails.

A gush of something burned inside Shigeo while watching such a scene. He squared up his shoulders and hardened his gaze. The bullies seemed to feel a change in the atmosphere because their mocking expressions washed away just slightly.

Shigeo stood there, an anxious energy overflowing his body, the pigeons in a nearby patch of grass picked up flight, the baby in the stroller quieted down, and the wind went still. The air tensed up and his skin started to buzz.

Then, he spoke.

“Midoriya-kun is no loser,” He said with all certainty in his words. “Please stop calling him that.” The bullies threw an odd look at him as if stuttered by Shigeo's determination in his statement. He didn't bother with them and continued,

“Midoriya-kun is hardworking and persevering. He has a dream and he’s willing to give his all to accomplish it.” Shogeo's voice was as soft as it always was when he talked about the people he admired. “He has spent the last few months training his body with no rest, and he was able to sustain the discipline that it takes to overcome the hardship of his training.”

“It’s insensitive to pull him down with such hurtful words, and it’s equally wrong to laugh at him like that.” He stopped for a second, slightly turning so he could look at Midoriya when he said his next sentence. “Midoriya-kun’s perseverance can be called a flaw because being too stubborn might cause him harm –yet I can’t look at him without feeling a deep sense of respect because of it.”

Shigeo shifted his attention back to the bullies looking at them solemnly, hoping that they would understand.

“Please be more mindful of the words you say to others.”

By the end of Shigeo’s speech, the whole park had gone still, even when it came to the ruffling of the leaves and the chirping of the birds.

The silence was finally shattered by Buzz Cut.

“What the fuck?” He eloquently said, and both kids started laughing. “Who are you even?”

“He speaks non stop like that idiot too.” Added his companion.

Their laughter was loud and pricing to the ear. Shigeo failed to understand what was so funny to get them both to bend over their stomachs.

“He's just another blabber.”

“Probably a creep too.”

Their laughter continued. Shigeo looked at them confused. Then someone pinched his arm from behind. When Shigeo turned, Midoriya was looking at him with an awkward smile.

“I'm sorry Kageyama-kun, these are just some classmates of mine. Don't mind them.” He could see a painful light in the eyes of his friend, and when paying close attention he could see his pulse shaking slightly.

“Oi,” One of the bullies called out. It was Buzz Cut whose expression had changed from amused to annoyed. “What are you whispering over there?” It seemed he was quick to react to the sound of murmur around himself.

Shigeo moved slightly so his body would cover Midoriya’s. He put on his taught demeanor when he said,

“Please continue on to where you were heading before. We also have things to do today.”

“Eh?!” Buzz Cut said, “Are you kicking us out?”

“This is a public park, weirdo. We can stand wherever the fuck we want.” Long Hair added.

“Who do you think you are to talk to us like that?”

“Feeling brave, asshole? That loser you have behind you is quirkless and you look like the type to have a lame quirk.”

“You wanna fight us, Bowl Cut?” Said one of them with a gesture of his hand.

Long Hair was again standing in Shigeo’s personal space, although this time even his toes were just a breath away from his.

“Let’s see how long you can keep that calm expression for.” He murmured as a threat.

Shigeo was at a loss for what to do. From the corner of his eye, he saw Buzz Cut trying to go around him to get to Midoriya who was too focused on Long Hair in front of Shigeo to even notice the threat.

“C’mon, now I’m curious. Show us your petty quirk.” Said Long Hair.

Shigeo knew it would be wrong to do so. Midoriya had already explained to him how rude it was considered to use your quirk in public, and more so against people. Shigeo was also unaware of how powerful these two adversaries might be. He had seen so many scarily powerful quirks just in passing, and this two people looked so sure of themselves. To be treating people around like this without fear of the consequences, it can only mean that they themselves hold a great power.

Shigeo was suddenly struck by his survival instinct. He moved his eyes back and forward between the two bullies, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about their appearances that could give away the nature of their quirks. It could be anything, the power to control fire, the ability to bend gravity, shapeshifting into a wild creature.

Buzz Cut gave another step and now he was right behind Midoriya. Shigeo’s confidence flattered a little bit. Who could be this confident against someone whose powers they ignored other than the powerful? Not to mention the fear his friend had of them. It was clear to him, these two might be a serious threat.

If there was a matter of survival, his teacher would forgive him for using his powers on these two.

“The cat got your tongue?! Answer me!”

Shigeo noticed that he had completely ignored the question. Long Hair kept talking in front of him and throwing curse words his way, yet Shigeo had tuned him out.

If it was a matter of survival, if it was for Midoriya’s sake…

Shigeo felt his skin buzzing, but this time with a different type of energy.

“Because you…! What—”

The air around Shigeo had become denser, while his head turned lighter. The bully in front of him took a step back.

Just a little bit. You don’t need to do too much.

Yet he struggled. His power had always felt as a creature of its own. Reason why Shigeo had always had a hard time taming it.

“Kageyama-kun…?” Midoryia’s voice echoed from behind his ears. “Wait…!” He felt something, a light pressure, over his left arm.

“What the f—” Voices were coming from further and further back, losing all defining tone and feeling.

Just a little bit. Just a tiny bit—

“Oi, assholes!” Someone screamed and the noise pierced Shigeo's mind.

Shigeo's awareness was suddenly grounded back into his body with a blow.

“Are we going to the fucking archade or not?! I woke up early for this bullshit!”

The buzzing sensation died down, the runs of electricity that covered every inch of his skin gone.

When his eyes went back to seeing what was in front of him he saw the fear of the two people right in front of him. Both bullies seemed to have walked backwards to a safe distance away from Shigeo.

“I– He–” One stutter.

“HURRY UP!” That voice screamed again.

“Goin’!” Buzz Cut answered, then grabbed Long Hair by the arm and pulled him away.

Shigeo followed them –his brain fuzzy– as they almost ran to the gates of the park. In there, a blond guy of around their age waited while showing his teeth and a scold in his face.

The two bullies ran until they were behind him, throwing a last look in Shigeo’s direction before getting lost behind the fence that surrounded the park.

From the distance Shigeo saw the blond screaming something else at the bullies, yet they were so far away he wasn’t able to catch it. What Shigeo was able to notice was the strange gaze the blond sent his way before turning on his heels and following the path the bullies had taken, also finally getting lost behind the foliage of the fence.

There were a few more seconds of silence for tranquility to settle back down. Shigeo blinked the last of his blurred mind before going back to face Midoriya.

He was surprised when the expression he found on his friend was more one of embarrassment rather than sadness because of all the things he was forced to hear from those people.

Shigeo was about to say something when Midoriya hurried to take on and say,

“Thank you for all the nice things you said about me.” He played with his thumbs looking conflicted, “You know, at school…” He began but he could complete his sentence. Shigeo noticed that probably whatever explanation he had for what they had just experienced was something he wasn't ready to share just yet.

Shigeo didn’t want to pressure the matter. He was sure Midoryia would tell him when he saw fit.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Midoriya-kun.” Shigeo said, and looked into his pocket and took out a chronometer. Given the situation, the best thing he could do right now was to try to distract him from the terrible turn the afternoon had taken.

“Let’s go, you still need to continue with your routine, I’ll time you while you give a round around the park.” He said, wiggling the watch in the air.

Izuku’s face flinched but it was soon replaced by a bright smile.

“Sure!”

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❝ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. ❞ ‧₊˚✩彡

general tags. ⟡ ݁₊ . ➠ (🎐) — pinned post!! → ⭐️ - favorites. → 🔁 - reblogs. → 💬 - posting. → 💭 - thoughts. → 📞 - smaus.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ romantic f/o tags. (💘) my hero academia → 🌀 - hitoshi shinsou. → 💫 - neito monoma. → 👁️ - shouta aizawa. → 🔊 - hizashi yamada. → 🥀 - tomura shigaraki. → 💄 - nemuri kayama. haikyuu!! → 🐚 - koushi sugawara. → 🍫 - satori tendou. → 🍰 - kei tsukishima undertale → ☠️ - sans the skeleton.

platonic f/o tags. (🤝) ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ my hero academia → 👽 - mina ashido. → ⚡ - denki kaminari. → 🚙 - tenya iida. → 💪 - itsuka kendo. → 🩹 - sero hanta. → 🍥 - ochako uraraka. → 🐸 - tsuyu asui. → 🪨 - eijirou kirishima. → 🍀 - izuku midoriya. → 🦎 - spinner/shuichi iguchi. → 🎭 - twice/jin bubaigawara. → 🧲 - magne. → 🔥 - dabi/touya todoroki. → 🪄 - compress/atsuhiro sako. haikyuu!! → 👓 - kiyoko. → 🌼 - yachi. → 🔑- tanaka. → 🌩️ - nishinoya. → 🌱 - yamaguchi. → 🧸 - asahi. → 🥛 - kageyama. → 🦅 - ushijima. → 🎵 - semi. → 🎮 - kenma. → 🧱 - aone. → ♟️ - akaashi. → 🦉 - bokuto. undertale → 🔱 - undyne. → 🧪 - alphys. → ⚰️ - gaster.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ familial f/o tags. (🫂) my hero academia → 💥 - katsuki bakugou. → ⚔️ - chizome akaguro/stain. → ☁️ - oboro shirakumo. → 🌑 - kurogiri. → 🦄 - eri. haikyuu!! → 🍊 - hinata. → 🪶 - daichi. undertale → 🍝 - papyrus the skeleton. → 🥃 - grillby. → ♥️ - frisk.

kin tags. (🌺) 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ → 🩸 - himiko toga. → 💣 - jinx/powder. → 🎧 - kyouka jiro. → 📱- stephanie lauter. → ☕ - julie powers. → 🥧- toriel. → 🐔 - kuroo.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Masterlist

My hero academia

🍰 Class 1-A with an autistic classmate

🍒 They had a nightmare where their s/o died (Nejire, Mirio and Tamaki)

🍰 Best friends w/ Mei

🍰 ProHero taking custody of a reformed young villian (EraserHead, Fatgum, All might)

🍰 Aizawa with a stubborn pre-teenager child

🍰 Class 1-A girls helping reader who have a nose quirk

🍒 S/O fighting them while under a mind control quirk (Izuku, Nejire, Tamaki)

🍒 Dreaming about the lover they lost (Uraraka, Nejire, Tamaki)

🍒 In love with their male!best friend (Midoriya)

🍒 Helping S/O with their transition (Nejire)

🍰 Izuku w/ a Pro Hero older sibling

🍒 Bringing him breakfast to bed (Aoyama)

🍒 Her crush calls her pretty for the first time (Himeko)

🖤 The diference between love and obsession (Nejire)

🦋 Happiest last days (Class 1-A)

🖤 The diference between love and obsession (Bakugo)

🍰 Finding his depressed child self-harming (Aizawa)

🍰 Their stoic friend is as caotic as them (Nejire)

🖤 Sharing a darling (Mirio, Nejire & Tamaki)

🍒 Realizing their feeling after reader gets injured (Momo, Nejire)

🍰 His child has a terminal illness (Aizawa)

🍒 In love with their childhood friend (Izuku & Bakugo)