#AND I FOUND AN AIZAWA FIGURINE THAT I NEED

[naladrawssss]

HIII I WAS SICK YESTERDAY

(bc when tf am I not sick yk sigh)

whatever um my brothers gf gave me her deku figurine so yesterday i had waffles and some apple juice outside and I brought him so he can get some sun !!

i love him he looks so dumb and stupid he's such a Twink

[aspenforest732]

Bello Licentiae Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Summary:

tw: gang activity, foster care, anxiety Moving into the dorms

Notes:

everything (except their hero costume) Akira has ever considered theirs is in their duffle bag. Figured we’d start with a little fluff after all the trauma that ended last fic 😊 ‘text’ JSL Text thoughts

Akira lazily spun the chair at Hitoshi’s desk with their crutches propped against the wall as they helped Hitoshi decide what they could pack. So far, they figured posters and figurines weren’t expected to stay, but books, bedding, stuffed animals, and small storage were up in the air. ‘ I thought you knew more about this from foster homes, ’ Akira signed exasperatedly.

“It’s different, though,” Hitoshi sighed, dramatically flopping onto the bed in between options. “We’re not leaving the home, just the house. Right?”

Akira shrugged, tossing their hands up lightly as a small smile slipped onto their face from the lack of effort it took. ‘ I think so? At least for you. We can worry about my room later, though. ’

“How are you listeners doing?” Yamada asked from the doorway, knocking softly on the open door.

Akira and Hitoshi looked at each other, silently checking each other’s comfort levels. With a small sigh, Akira hesitantly signed, ‘We’re a little confused. What can each of us take?’

Yamada cocked his head, drawing an awkward chuckle from Hitoshi. “I thought we gave you the school’s list. Do you need another copy?” He beamed and rushed on, “Or do you want to add more to the shopping list? We can get you anything new for the dorms if you want to keep some of your stuff here.”

Already committed to taking the lead this conversation, Akira tensed but forced themself to sign, ‘ No, what can we bring? What can we take from the rooms? ’

Yamada still looked between them confused for a moment before the bright grin faded into a soft smile. “I get ya, kiddos. Can I bring Shou in on this conversation?” At their nods, he quickly returned with his husband. “We bought everything in the rooms for you two specifically. If you want to leave some items here for when you visit on weekends and breaks, that’s totally fine, but you can bring anything you want with you.”

“As long as it’s on the list,” Aizawa added. “If it’s not, you’ll need to run it by us first so we can make sure it’s within guidelines and will fit. Anything you want or have to leave, we can buy another, sometimes smaller, copy for your dorm rooms.”

“Yeah, little listeners,” Yamada softly smiled. “We want you to feel comfortable and safe at school, yeah? We’ll also be a phone call away if you need us and we’re not on chaperone duty.”

‘ Everything? ’ Akira signed, eyes flickering between the couple and Hitoshi, who seemed more relieved than surprised.

Aizawa huffed, “Except the bed, yes. We already planned on getting you a futon for the dorm when we go shopping this afternoon.”

Akira slipped out a few minutes later with a nod to Hitoshi as Aizawa helped him decide which of their items not to take. They padded to their room and started adding more of the blankets and plushies to their box before pausing at the weighted blanket. Mad Banquet had already confirmed that their parents agreed to the dorm setup, although Shoto’s sperm donor wasn’t happy about it. Akira wasn’t entirely sure if he was moving from Dekusquad to their group or double dipping, but the kid definitely needed a break.

Speaking of needing a break … Akira mused, running their hands through their hair as they tried not to think too hard on the implications of dorm life. Would they be expected to return to the Yamazawa house on weekends? Would they even be allowed back into the warehouse district? Akira’s thoughts swirled in uncertainty. The Inoue still hadn’t made a statement on their status, and it wouldn’t be long before someone leaked or found just the right piece of information to uncover Akira’s relation.

Their phone vibrating pulled Akira from their thoughts, and they quickly picked it up with video. ‘Haru? Is everything alright? ’ they asked.

“Yeah, Mortis, everything’s fine here. Just wanted to check in, buddy. Do you know if they’re allowing you back any time soon?”

Akira shook their head, ‘ After the first weekend, we have to sign out of the dorms, and I doubt they’ll let me sign out to the district. Eraser will probably want me here. ’

“You could always sneak out, right? That’s something teenagers do.” Haru grinned mischievously.

Akira winced, ‘ I told you they know where I am, right? What do you think would happen if U.A. drops custody? I can’t risk that, and besides, you’re talking about sneaking out past multiple pro heroes. ’

“I know you better than that,” Haru rolled his eyes playfully. “But seriously, we miss you out here. Isao keeps asking about his little shadow, and Dabi’s brooding more than usual. Oh, and Boss said you should show Kid Lavender the protective signs.”

Akira smiled fondly, ‘ When is he not brooding? ’ After hesitating a moment, they added, ‘ I’ll see what I can do, but- ’ After dropping another hoodie into their box, Akira turned around to start on books and saw Yamada hovering in the doorway, concern written all over his face.

‘Gotta go, ’ Akira quickly signed, flashing the sign for safe adult before hanging up. They took a steadying breath and turned back to Yamada. ‘ When did you come in? I need to know what context you have. ’

“Sneaking out,” Yamada said gently after a moment as his expression softened. “He’s the ‘family friend’ you mentioned, right?”

‘ Yeah, we check up on each other, ’ Akira stiffly signed. ‘ He’s just worried and was teasing. ’

After a moment, Yamada perked up. “Oh! I came to see if you’re up for getting more clothes with autumn approaching. We were planning on getting Toshi a few things, and your sweaters are looking pretty worn down. We even found a shop that specializes in adaptive clothing if you want to check that out.”

Akira nodded after a moment, a little overwhelmed at Yamada’s energy. ‘ I need a haircut. Can I go home for a few hours for that?’

“Oh! I can take you to my hairdresser if you want,” Yamada grinned broadly. “Ni’s very discreet and does exactly what you want. I’ve been going to nim for almost ten years now.”

‘ It’s really no trouble, ’ Akira hurriedly signed. ‘ Yasmin does everyone’s hair. ’

“Mori,” Aizawa sighed from behind his husband. “We’re not comfortable with you going unsupervised so soon after the attack and your family came into the picture. And I know you don’t want either of us to go with you, so you can either go to Zashi’s stylist or we can find another.”

Knowing the hero was technically one of their guardians, Akira deflated and signed for the first option. Maybe they could even go for a more adventurous androgynous look. Short hair did always sound interesting …

Akira readjusted their duffle bag as Class 1-A trickled into the courtyard in front of the Heights Alliance dorm. Fortunately, the forecast was pretty mild for mid-August, so they were getting by with crutches instead of their hybrid wheelchair from Hatsume. Akira looked forward to testing out some of the extra features in training, but that would have to wait until after the provisional license exam.

“Mori!” Kirishima called out as he rolled up with Katsuki and Kaminari. “Good to see you in one piece. I love the new hairstyle. Good to see you, too, Shinso.”

‘ Good to be back, and thanks. ’ Akira tentatively smiled, running a hand over the satisfying fuzz of their undercut. ‘ Any trouble with your guardians? ’

“The old hag was glad to get rid of me,” Katsuki huffed. Akira’s brows drew together as they shared a look with Hitoshi before Kirishima spoke up.

“Yeah, my parents totally understood. Didn’t take Aizawa-sensei much convincing.”

Kaminari’s smile seemed a little more forced as they added, “Yeah, no problems here.”

As the other students filed in, Aizawa’s eyes narrowed slightly at the rescue team members. Koji and Fumikage stood a little closer than usual, although careful to respect Akira’s space when they started to tense. They sent a teasing glance to Hitoshi as he was a little closer to Kaminari than they needed to be, but Hitoshi just rolled his eyes.

Akira winced as Aizawa brought up expelling most of the class if not for All Might’s retirement and expected them to just follow with the foreboding cloud hanging over the class. Katsuki fondly looked to Kirishima and shoved money at him, muttering about night vision goggles before stalking off to the dorms. He called over his shoulder, “If you want dinner, you’d better stay out of the kitchen, damn extras. We’re having chicken tempura tonight.”

Midoriya went off about Katsuki’s apparently amazing cooking as something twisted in Akira’s gut. They looked away from his group, briefly catching Aoyama’s eyes as the boy’s expression flashed with uncertainty. Akira slunk towards the dorms, closely followed by Mad Banquet. Damnit, he knows something.

Aizawa walked through the dorm layout, pointing out the automatic door buttons, key fab access for dorm rooms, and the need to keep walkways clear as Akira noted the lower-than-usual height of the counters and other commonly used surfaces. The individual rooms were large enough to maneuver their wheelchair, and Akira flashed Aizawa a grateful look at their room being on a corner on the second floor. The two windows provided enough light and view to help the space feel less confined without the added nervousness of being on a higher floor. Akira was right next to Koji and had no one directly above them, so they also shouldn’t have to worry about noise disruptions at night. Mad Banquet was all on the same floor, except Shoto, and Shinso pouted a little at not being in the empty room next to Kaminari.

‘ You can always visit, ’ Akira signed, jostling their shoulder lightly. Hitoshi waved them off with a slight smile and blush, which Akira took as a win. They quickly shoved down the thought that they’d never get to tease Asami like this.

Later, as Katsuki worked on preparing dinner, Akira caught his attention and pointed to the blender. At his nod, they quickly shifted it to the stool side of the large island and grabbed their usual ingredients from the fridge and pantry. The air quickly filled with the smell of spices and oil as Katsuki worked, and Akira found themself enjoying how similar, although better, it was to Dabi trying to cook.

“Did you need something?” Katsuki asked, stiffly leaning against the counter with arms crossed as Akira stuck around with their smoothie.

‘I know you have Counselor, but if you want to talk, I’m here for you,’ Akira offered. ‘You looked a bit beat up when you warped in, and I’m familiar with the physical and mental aftermath of various quirks.’

For a moment, Akira thought he was going to explode on them, but Katsuki closed his eyes and took a few steadying breaths. “Thank you for the offer,” he said haltingly, almost like a script. “I’ll let you know if I want to take you up on it.”

Akira offered a small grin, ‘ Great. Thanks for taking the moment. ’ A few small pops were the only sound that followed Akira to the elevator as they felt a belated sense of relief at the stove being electric instead of gas.

They stopped by Hitoshi and Fumikage’s rooms to check on their progress unpacking and appreciate the latter’s dark taste. Akira looked curiously at the pentagram and definitively non-Shinto altar tucked into the corner of his room, but at Fumikage’s discomfort, they dropped the subject. They spent the next hour playing with Koji’s rabbit, Kerfluffle, while he finished unpacking his stuffed animals. The pastels and soft rug lulled Akira into relaxing against the bed frame as they tried to ignore the edge being in a new space brought. Kerfluffle tucked himself under their arm, demanding pets as the soft bunny settled against their stomach. Koji cooed when he next looked over but let them be as he added a giraffe to the arrangement on his bed.

After dinner, the girls proposed a room decoration contest. Fumikage was the first victim, and Akira quickly got the others out of his room, giving Midoriya a glare that held a little more heat than they meant to slip as the boy cringed back in confusion. Hitoshi’s room held a few sketches of Eraser Head and Present Mic posters on the walls along with a meditative mat and some weights. His color scheme was mostly purple and black with a few splashes of yellow.

“It’s so… soft,” Aoyama said as the class peeked into Akira’s room. The floor was mostly covered in a dark purple rug similar to what they had at the Yamazawa house, and there were various cat plushies in a pile next to their futon. A bookshelf held a few nick knacks and their Latin books, and a couple Fat Gum posters hung on the walls. Their wheelchair was folded against the far wall next to their bed, and two beanbags sat by a wheelchair-accessible desk.

“Is that a nest?” Uraraka giggled, pointing to the pile of blankets.

‘ Futon, ’ Akira shrugged. ‘ I find it easier to sleep on. ’

“Are these in Latin?” Ida asked, reaching out to their bookshelf.

‘ Yeah, I like translating poems mostly, although some of the headstones are pretty funny, ’ Akira signed, watching him carefully.

“Certainly! I prefer the romantic languages, but Latin is quite an admirable undertaking.”

Akira nodded, ‘ To each their own. Shall we move on? ’

They felt another gut twist at Midoriya’s All Might-themed room, quickly backtracking into Fumikage to his confusion. He and Aoyama were just too much to process at the same time as moving in, Akira reasoned. From the look in their eyes, Mad Banquet would probably stage an intervention soon, though. After spending a few minutes blinking the sheer brightness of Aoyama’s room from their eyes, Akira made a mental note to never step foot in it again.

Next Chapter

[bugsy-maria]

Izuku x Child Sister! Reader x Bakugou

AN: lots of Bakugou x Child reader so...

3rd person POV

It was a shame that Midoriya's mother hadn't been able to give him a heads up on taking care of his younger sister (Y/N). she had just gotten the news that she needed to head over to America from her work. it's a shame because it took a lot of convincing from Izuku to Aizawa just to have his little sister stay at the dorms for a week.

Once he got the yes from his teacher he ran home to tell his mother who was already halfway out the door. he had told her that he was able to have (Y/N) at the dorms, but he had to be back at the dorms within an hour to ensure he didn't get kidnapped by the league. he packed up her bag for the week while she took a nap, and Izuku being Izuku didn't want to wake her up as she looked all too peaceful.

he wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked his arms under her legs while he held the bag in his hands. she was 5 but hadn't gotten her quirk yet, but just like Izuku, she had an insane amount of hope that she would get it sooner or later. she was also insanely independent, which is partly a reason why he chose not to wake her up. he knew that if he wanted to get to the dorms in time then he would have to carry her, but she would always just yell at him to put him down because she could walk on her own. But Izuku knew that if he let her walk he wouldn't make it back in time as her short legs wouldn't be able to keep up.

(Y/N)'s POV

I woke up on a bed that was in a room that wasn't mine. the room was dark but I saw that the hall light was on, I sat upon the mysterious bed and looked around. it looked like O nichan's room. all might posters were all around the room along with a desk in front of me that had it's very own collection of All might figurines.

I hopped out of the bed and ran out to the hallway, I took many turns to try and find O nichan but the view looked amazing. I quickly ran up to the window and stood on my tiptoes to see out the window.

"The hell you doing here?" I heard a rough voice from behind me, my neck quickly shot around to see a man taller than O nichan with blonde spiky hair and an annoying face. "Well! Answer me!" he shouted this time.

"Baku-" I saw another guy come in from the side,  ut this one had red hair, "Bakubro you can't yell at a child." he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, they shouldn't be in here."

"I don't even remember coming here!" I shouted back. most of the time I was pretty quiet but something about this guy made me want to shout at him.

"You got spunk kid." I saw the blonde one kneel in front of me. "but that doesn't mean I like you." he plopped his hand on my head. once I felt his hand start to ruffle it, my hands flew to his and I started to hit his arm to get him off of me, "Okay I take that back," he grinned at me, his hand finally left my head but he threw me over his shoulder, "You're mine now."

"Let go of me! I can walk on my own!" I kept hitting his back trying to get him to put me down.

"Oi! don't tell me what to do, pipsqueak!" he yelled, I couldn't see where we were going but I know that we went in the elevator.

"Let me down!" I shouted again hoping that this time it would work. he only ignored me and walked out when the doors opened.

"Okay! I found my favorite extra!" he throws me on the couch causing me to laugh as I bounced. "She's mine got that!" I saw him point at the others in the room.

"Kachan! You cant through her!" I saw O nichan run up from behind the seemingly always angry man.

"O nichan!" I shouted running up to my green-haired older brother.

"What!" Kachan shouted, little explosions popping out of his hand.

"Wow! that's so cool!" I shouted, gawking at the amazing quirk.

"Great you got her riled up." I heard O nichan sigh from behind me. though even at this I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy's hands.

"I didn't know you had a sister Midoriya." my ears perked at the new voice, I looked over at another boy sitting on the couch, he had half red hair and half white hair with a big scar over his eye. next to him was a girl with short brown hair and rosy cheeks. next was a girl with black hair who was very pretty.

"You never asked."

"Damn Deku." I heard Kachan grunt. "Just because I don't like your brother doesn't mean you're not my favorite." he booped my nose, his face hard and unreadable.

"Don't do that!" I shouted at him, trying to give my best angry face, "And put me down," I said a bit quieter but pushing his arms away from me the best I could.

"You have to go to bed, (Y/N)." he set me down, but I only ran up to the ones on the couch wanting nothing more than to know their quirks, and hope that I might get a cool one like them too.

"What's your quirk?" I ask excitingly to the half and half boy on the couch, "I know it's cool! It's gotta be." I smiled at him.

"It's half ice half fire," he said calmly, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips.

"I was right!" I squealed and smiled so wide my eyes were forced closed.

"She's like a mini-you." I heard the boy said

"She's so cute!" I looked over at the brown-haired girl.

"What's yours?" I asked once again excitingly.

"I can float any object I touch." she smiled, before touching my arm and floating me.

"Uraraka!" I saw O nichan quickly run up to me and hold me. "She could get seriously hurt!" he looked panic, I felt myself go back to my heavier state and

"She'll be fine Midoriya." half and half looked up at us.

"You're too protective of her, Deku." Kachan sounded less angry but still a slightly rough voice.

"No, I'm not!" O nichan's face turned red, "Besides she'll be safer in bed." and with that, we were on our way back to the room.

"G'night tot." Kachan ruffled my hair again.

"Good night Kachan!" I smiled brightly at him.

"We'll talk about that tomorrow." I heard him say before we turned the corner.

I woke up the next day to a now-empty bed that only occupied one person, me. I jumped off and got dressed in a white sweater with a pink jumper dress and white knee-high socks and black flats. I quickly brushed my hair and ran out of the room to either find O nichan or Kachan. I ran till I saw the elevator and took that. I went to the lounge floor and ran out.

"Dammit, shitty hair!" I heard an all too familiar voice.

"Calm down Bakubro." another guy laughed.

"Kachan!" I shouted while jumping onto his lap.

"Stop calling me that." he hooked his arm under me and flipped me onto my back.

"But that's what O nichan calls you." I sat up and looked at him.

"That's not my name though."

"Then what do I call you?"

"Hmm?" he put his hand to his chin, "Call me O nichan."

"But you're not-"

"Well, I am now! got it kid!" he shouted at me.

"Yes!" I shouted back with as much power as I could. causing red hair to chuckle to himself.

"It's like having two of you," he said

"Shut up!" O nichan and I shouted at the same time.

"Oh my god!" he laughed harder.

"Whatever, idiot. gimmie that!" he forcefully grabbed a game controller from the redhead's hands. he shoved it into mine. "Here." the majority of the day was spent playing games. I kept losing of course but O nichan was teaching me how to play.

"you two are loud." I looked behind me to see half and half rubbing his eyes while making his way to the couch.

"Whatever icy-hot." I looked back at O nichan, he was glaring at the screen until an idea flashed before his eyes. "You wanna see what my quirk can do?" he stared at me, a smile slowly spread across my face and my head nodded violently. "I and you are sparing." he stood up, flinging me over his shoulder making me laugh a little.

"I just woke up, Bakugou."

"Don't care." he hooked his arm with the boy, dragging him to what looked like a training ground. they started to fight, though I only saw that half and half used his right side to fight, so only ice. O nichan was just yelling at him to use his fire. they did a good job at fighting away from me but half and a half were in front of me now. I guess he got fed up with O nichans yelling so he used his fire. his whole left side was engulfed in flames, it didn't look like it hurt him though. I gasped at the sight, it was amazing but before I knew it the fire was gone. they both looked extremely surprised.

I started coughing, fire coming out of my mouth, my throat stung and a nearby plant caught on fire. it alerted both boys and half and half quickly put it out. I started crying from the pain in my throat, and O nichan quickly ran up to me.

"That was so cool kid!" he enveloped me in a hug and patted my back.

"Here." I look up at half and half, he held out a bottle of water which I graciously took.

"Thank you." I smiled after him, holding the bottle back out to him.

"Come on you!" I felt my body fly through the air and get set on his shoulders. "Time to show you off!" he shouted as he started to make his way back to the housing. my hands rested on his head as I started smiling upon the realization that I had a quirk now. I was unbelievably happy.

After everyone was told, except for O nichan because he was out training, about my quirk, we all had lunch. everyone was so happy for me, I was getting so much attention I didn't know what to do with it. I saw O nichan walk through the door which caused me to leap out of my chair and run up to him.

"O nichan! O nichan!" I smiled up at him.

"Hmm? Oh (Y/N), sorry I can't talk right now." he quickly went to the kitchen and put more water in his water bottle.

"But I-"

"Sorry but I gotta go now." and with that, he left.

"It's ok (Y/N)! You can tell him when he gets back." I the girl with black hair from yesterday whose name was Momo.

"Yeah, he's just busy right now." I looked back at Uraraka and saw a big smile on her face, which lead to me smiling too.

"Now come on kid, you don't need him. you have me now!"

"You can't be her brother Bakugou."

"Of course I can! ill be the best one in the world! in fact, I already am!" I saw O nichan pick me up again. I stopped telling him to put me down after I realized it was useless to do so. we started to walk to the elevator.

"Don't have too much fun, remember you have dinner tonight!" I hear the redhead, who I learned was named Kirishima, shouted after us.

"Yeah yeah!" we played games in O nichan's room. "Okay kid time to cook." he hooked his arm under my waist and carried me to the kitchen.

"I'm not a doll you know," I told him as he set me down.

"I know, but you're way too slow for me." he said simply as he took out ingredients from the fridge and some cabinets. "you're helping me." he got out a cutting board and a knife along with a step stool so I can reach the counter. "Now don't cut yourself," he said while placing some of the vegetables. I got up and grabbed the knife, not knowing exactly what to do, but I guessed off of what I saw mom does. I cut the carrots that he gave me.

"You can't give a child a knife." I heard Todoroki, half and half, say. he grabbed the knife from me and cut the vegetables on his own.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" he sighed after yelling. "You want to tell him the news tot?" he looked at me. I smiled and nodded.

"Im going to join O nichan's Agency when I grow up!" I said excitingly.

"I'm sure Midoriya would be happy to hear that." he smiled at me.

"Not that damn Deku, me!"

"You're having her call you-"

"yes! got a problem with that?"

"Why won't you join Midoriya's?" Todoroki looked at me.

"Because O nichan said, 'I won't let you join that damned Deku over my dead body!' so I'm joining him." I smiled.

"you can't say that."

"Say what?"

"Damned, or damn."

"Don't tell her what to do Icy-hot!"

"You're a terrible brother." Todoroki sighed, putting all of the cut vegetables in a glass bowl. he walked out as O nichan shouted,

"I am the best damn brother in the universe you half and half bastard!"

"You're not her brother Kachan." I saw O nichan stand at the front of the kitchen.

"I am when you're not around." I heard O nichan mumble under his breath.

"O nichan!" I shouted and ran up to him. "So much happened today!" I smiled at him.

"You got her shouting. that's not being a good brother," he spoke to the man behind me while he was kneeled in front of me patting my head.

"At least I was with her all day." I heard him mumble again. causing O nichan to sigh.

"What happened today?" he looked at me in my (E/C) orbs.

"I got my quirk!" I shouted excitingly.

"Really?!" he seemed so surprised. causing me to nod happily. "Well, what is it?"

"I can breathe fire! I can breath it in then release it to another place!"

"That's so cool!" his eyes were shinning. "But wouldn't it make more sense if you worked with someone that had a fire quirk, like Todo-"

"That bastard is not going to take her away from me!"

"She's not yours!"

"she's my favorite extra, I claimed her yesterday!"

"We're going to get ice cream." O nichan placed me on his shoulders.

"No, you get back here! she needs to eat actual food!"

"I'd rather she eat ice cream before dinner than hold a knife with you around!" I smiled to myself, so happy with how the day went.

[tamakishoochie]

Demons to some, Angels to Others

CW: BDSM, NSFW

18+ MDNI

Word count: idfk

The next few fics I post are from my Horror AU from my old blog. Enjoy 👯‍♀️✨

Pinhead!Aizawa x Black!Reader

You were a hobbyist that collected anything and everything horror related. From GhostFace’s infamous scream mask to Chucky’s notorious pair of Good Guy overalls. If you’ve seen it, you most likely had something that came from the movie. Recently, however, you discovered the horror film “Hellraiser” for the first time, and it did not disappoint! The storyline, the characters, it was all perfect! You didn’t know why, but in a sick and twisted way, you found the Cenobites strangely attractive. Was it the monster fucker side of you?

Perhaps..

But anyway, after witnessing the masterpiece that was ‘Hellraiser’, you decided to search for the main object that stood out the most in the film: the Lament Configuration Box

You needed that little box to complete your horror collection, and you wouldn’t eat or sleep until you had it. Carefully taking your bonnet off, you retwist your Bantu knots, slip on your favorite (insert favorite horror movie) tee shirt, throw on a pair of sweats and slides before grabbing your purse and making your way towards the front door of your apartment. There was a comic shop not too far from where you lived that also sold figurines and collectibles, so you started your search there.

As soon as you step foot into the shop, you head straight to the back towards a mini section of the shop labeled ‘collectibles’. You were on a MISSION.

You skim through the many items they offered, searching and digging from shelf to shelf, but couldn’t find the item you were looking for. Sighing, you trudge back to the front of the shop and right before you walk out, your eye catches the very thing you’ve been looking for placed right next to the cash register. The cashier was in the middle of giving another customer their receipt when he saw you practically run over to him. The look of pure obsession and desperation on your face creeped him out.

“Hello, um, is that box for sale?” You peeked over the counter at the box, eyeing it as if you were a predator eyeing its prey. Your eyes dart up at him, waiting for his answer.

“Uh, well, no. It’s for display only-“

“I’ll literally give you my entire wallet.” You deadpan, holding up your tattered, brown wallet in your left hand and the box you snatched up in the other.

There was a weird glint in your eyes that made the man shudder.

“You know what? Just take it…”

You smile and bolt out of the store with the box in your hands. Finally, it’s yours!

After making it back to your apartment, you plop down on your couch and waste no time in trying to solve the small puzzle box.

You spent the entire evening trying to solve it, a twist here, a little rotating there, and BOOM, you were stumped… AGAIN!

Your eye began to twitch from how annoying this was starting to get.

“Come on, bro…”

You tried solving it again for the 6th time and there was a click from the box, signaling that you did something right. With a few twists here and there you finally solve the damned thing.

“FUCK YEAAAAHHHH!” You scream out in victory, raising the box in the air as if to say ‘fuck you’ to a non-existent being.

Your little 5 minutes of triumph is interrupted, however, when your entire apartment starts to shake. Looking around frantically, you watch as your belongings fall from their respective shelves.

“What the hell is happening?!”

You quickly get down from the couch and crawl underneath your coffee table.

“This has to be an earthquake…”

You assume, bracing yourself for the worst. Right then and there, your floor began to crack open with smoke emitting from the large cavity that’s been created in the middle of your apartment.

A man emerged from the newly made portal and you could feel your heart drop to your ass. Other than the fact that he looked like he worked as a dominatrix, the thing that stuck out the most to you were the pins lodged in all over his face.

His eyes and hair were coal black and his skin was a pale, ash-blue color. With the bags under his eyes, he appeared to be sleep deprived.

You cover your mouth with one hand, trying not to make a single sound so that you wouldn’t give away your position.

“I know you’re here somewhere, you summoned me, after all..”

the man spoke, his voice deep and gritty.

You were shitting bricks from how absolutely TERRIFIED you were, but you didn’t want to wait for this stranger to find you.

Slowly, you crawl out from your hiding spot and you make sure to keep an eye on him.

“Who..”

You started to speak but the fear in your voice would be too easy to identify.

“Who are you?..”

The man stared you down HARD, his gaze never wavering. The two of you maintained eye contact for a while until he finally spoke again.

“I like to think of myself as an explorer in the further regions of experience. I may be a demon to some and an angel to others..”

You blink stupidly at his response. WHAT?

“Okay…but do you have a name?”

The man, rubbing the stubble on his chin, paced around your living room while a dark, disturbing aura surrounded him.

“My last victim gave me an interesting nickname. Pinhead, is what they called me, but if I can remember correctly, my real name…is Aizawa.”

He took a couple of steps towards you, making you back up in response.

“Why are you here?”

Aizawa points to the very thing you’re clutching in your trembling hands.

“Because you solved the lament configuration box. I’m here to take you back to my domain and torture you for all eternity.”

Looking down at the box, you look it over a few times before putting your focus back on Aizawa. He’s gotten dangerously close now.

“But I don’t understand, it’s just a stupid puzzle box!”

“No, my dear, it is a means to summon me. I came so now you must come with me. Taste the pleasure I have in store for you, please~…”

With an outstretched hand towards you, he beckons you to come a little closer to him with a small smirk on his surprisingly handsome face. The scar on his upper right cheek didn’t help either. You were a sucker for scars.

“Is this some weird sex thing?” You accused, pointing rudely at him.

“First you wanna torture me and now you want me to experience pleasure with you! You’re a total sadist, dude..”

Taking his hand back, he stares at you curiously. A sadist? Is that what he is? Hmm..

He didn’t know what it was, but something about you made his heart thump a little harder. He could tell you were gonna be defiant, real bratty, but he knew how to deal with people like you.

“You won’t be coming with me then, I presume?”

Aizawa concluded while you sat back down on your couch with your arms crossed.

“Not a chance, Pinhead.”

Oh this was going to be fun

“Suit yourself~..”

You smirk, thinking you’ve bested the BDSM demon but then you feel something wrap around your wrists. Before you can even process what was happening, you’re being hoisted up and suspended from your ceiling, swinging around and being supported by a weird looking scarf. The material was wrapped around your waist with your arms tied tightly behind your back.

“Wha-“

“You stay right there. There are certain...items…I need in order to tame that attitude of yours~..”

Aizawa gently slaps the side of your cheek before disappearing back into the same portal he crawled out of. You were left hanging there in your living room, legs kicking to keep yourself from spinning around.

A few hours later, he comes back with a large, latex duffel bag and a sadistic smile on his face. Placing the bag down on your coffee table, he spins you around so that your ass is facing him. With large, calloused hands, he hooks his thumbs on the hem of your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your panties.

Heat began to rise from your neck all the way up to your cheeks.

“What are you doing? I-I’m a virgin!”

You blurt out in hopes to cease whatever the hell he was planning.

“Do not worry, I’m not here to deflower you, little one. All you need is a little..correcting..”

Licking his lips, Aizawa kneads the brown, smooth flesh of your ass in his hands. It’s been centuries since he’s felt the skin of a woman and his cock twitched just from the very thought of leaving scars and bruises on you.

The sick and twisted being inside him was barely being kept down. He didn't need anything more than to screw that perfect, tight pussy until you were unable to say your own name, yet you had to be taught a lesson first.

He began to dig in his duffel bag, rummaging around through the many ‘correcting’ items he had stuffed in there. You, on the other hand, continued to run your mouth absentmindedly, not knowing you were in for a rude(maybe even pleasurable?) awakening.

“Ah, this will suffice.”

Aizawa muttered as he pulled something that resembled a belt out of the bag. Your eyes widen after you realize he was being serious about this. A little spark started up inside of you and your heart thumped loudly.

For a while now, you’ve been trying to find someone to do this sort of thing with, but couldn’t find anyone. This might be a one in a lifetime chance to indulge in your kink, even if it had to be with a sadistic dominatrix demon.

“Jokes on you, I’ve been wanting to do something like this. In fact, this was all apart of my plan. I have you exactly where I want you.”

You spoke to the demon confidently as he tucked his fingers over the buckle to ensure the metal wouldn’t strike you.

He wanted to hurt you, not harm you after all. You were far too interesting to harm. For now, anyway.

“Is that so?~..” Aizawa was intrigued at your sudden boost of faith. He was gonna have fun with you.

“Yep. I can take whatever you’re giving.” You smirked, clearly bluffing, but you wouldn’t let him know that. You were too stubborn.

You continued to run your mouth while Aizawa tilted his head to the left a bit to get a good angle on your ass. God, he’s never seen a woman with an ass like that in AGES. It was a good thing too, just the right amount of fat to keep him from hurting you TOO badly.

“And another thi- OW FUCK!” You were cut off by the black, leather belt striking you hard against your ass. You swung slightly from the impact with your head hanging forward, gasping out a sob.

“Aw, what happened? Cat got your tongue?” Aizawa hummed before digging in his bag again before pulling out a small, slender vibrator out from his bag and slipping the cold object inside of you. It slipped in easily because of how wet you already were. Heat rose to your cheeks from embarrassment.

“That fucking smarts..” you mumbled, and swallowed. You weren’t going to break so easily, though.

“L-like I was saying-HNG!!” You bit your bottom lip hard as he gave you another lash on your other ass cheek.

“Sorry, can you repeat that last part? I didn’t quite catch it~..” Aizawa flipped on the vibrator and your thighs clenched together immediately.

“I wonder how well you can speak with a mouth full of my cock. Keep it going, little one~..” he rubs the already former welts on your ass with his cold, large hand while he snakes the other one down to unbutton his pants.

You could hear the zipper of his pants being undone and you quickly looked down between your legs, seeing his massive cock just dangling there.

Aizawa took notice.

“Like I said before, I’m not gonna fuck you. My word is bond, I assure you.” He gives your ass a few loving kisses before making his way around to face you. Lifting your head up, he makes you look him in the eyes. His cold, black eyes.

“If you need a break, just let me know, okay?” His voice sounded so serious, as if he actually cared about your well being.

You give him a nod, but then another smirk spreads across your face.

“For the record, you hit like a bitch~..”

You saw his eye twitch before giving you a genuine laugh. Who knew demons were so whimsical?

“You know, you ought to watch your mouth, sweetheart..”

Grilling a handful of your kinky curls, he sighs after releasing a few more giggles.

“That’s alright, I’ll watch it for you~..”

With another wack from his belt against your ass, you scream out and suddenly feel your mouth being filled. You felt the tip of his cock prod against the tight muscle ring of your throat, but he was not satisfied with just that. Another loud, hard smack and your scream opened your throat just enough for him to push farther forward, making you choke.

You were only three-fourths of the way down his shaft but he wasn’t going to stop there.

[agere-fandom-time]

Hi hi!! Can I gets a fic with toddler regressor! Midoriya izuku going nonverbal during an outing and lowkey regressing but he doesnt know what's happening and he just kind of rolls with it and the rest of 1-A's just like "whelp, looks like we've got a toddler on our hands??" Idk idk but yeah. Please n thankies

I loved this idea so much. Here is your fanfiction!! Mainly featuring Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Asui as the caregivers, with brief appearances from most of Class 1-A but I couldn’t fit everyone in. Also some Dadzawa, of course. 

Can be read below the 'read more’ or here on AO3.

Content Warnings: Sensory overload, non-verbal regression, briefly mentioned fear of Bakugou, involuntary regression in public. 

-Mod Stella

Izuku had always enjoyed shopping with his class.

Of course, now that they had moved into the dorms, there were new rules. A teacher had to come with them, and the students were required to stay in groups of three at all times. They had gone shopping in chaotic groups in their first year, but now leaving campus was an entire event, filled with paperwork and anticipation.

Today, Izuku sat in the middle of the bus between Ochako and Shouto, discussing their math homework. Around them, the rest of 1-A was humming with gossip and excitement as the city sped by outside the bus. Eventually, the conversation turned to specific questions, and all three pulled out their notebooks to compare their answers.

Kaminari wandered over to check on Ochako’s answers, earing him a smack on the head from Kirishima.

“Dude, come one, cheating is totally uncool!”

“I was just checking my answer,” Kaminari pouted, rubbing his head. “I wanted to know if I got question three right!”

“Bring your notebook over,” said Izuku. “The more the merrier!”

By the time they reached the mall, half of the class had their notebooks out and were arguing about the bonus question.

“Not to discourage you from schoolwork, but we could have stayed on campus if you wanted a study session,” Aizawa called from the front of the bus as the doors opened.

“We’re here!” Mina cried, shoving her notebook into her backpack and bolting for the door without zipping up her bag. Izuku could see her through the bus windows as the rest of the class followed her, bouncing impatiently in place as she waited for them. Izuku joined the line outside the bus, waiting for Aizawa to check the class numbers and announce the groups for today.

“Alright, pick your own trios today. Feel free to travel in groups of six, but don’t be a pain for the other people at the mall. Behave while you’re here.” Aizawa’s glare travelled across the class, and Izuku nodded furiously. He wasn’t going to cause any trouble this time!

Izuku was so busy nodding that he almost missed when people started mingling to form trios. He quickly located his nearest friend, which was Shouto, and walked towards him. It looked like he had already paired up with Tokoyami and they were just waiting for a third.

“Mind if I join you guys?” Izuku asked, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his backpack as he got closer.

“You are welcome,” Tokoyami said. Shouto simply nodded and shifted his body to include Izuku in their little circle.

“Cool, thanks!” Izuku took his place with them, watching the rest of the class divide themselves. Most of them were split by gender, having discovered that the boys and girls tended to shop in different places. Aoyama and Mina were the exception to the rule, an inseparable shopping duo. Hagakure had joined them today, and the three were already planning their route through the mall with loud enthusiasm.

“Do you guys need to visit any clothes stores? I’ve gone through, like, ten pairs of socks since our last trip, but I’m okay aside from that,” Izuku admitted. “I’d love to check out the new All Might figurines, I think the games store carries them here…” His trio started to plan their trip with far less fanfare than Aoyama’s.

“You have until five,” Aizawa called into the noise of the class. “Text me if there’s trouble, I’ll be in the food court keeping an eye out.”

“Yes sensei,” the class chorused. Finally free, they filed into the mall in an exuberant crowd.

Izuku, Shouto, and Tokoyami ended up in the bookstore first, trailing each other to their preferred sections (Izuku the manga, Shouto the poetry, and Tokoyami the historical fiction, which Izuku wouldn’t have guessed). All three of them found something to take home and they re-entered the main hallway of the mall with new bags hanging on their arms.

Excited as Izuku was to read his new magazine, the sound of the mall was starting to grate on him. The lights were slightly too bright, and the rustle of plastic bags clashed with the incessant noise of the crowd. People rushed past each other, occasionally brushing against Izuku, and he had to control his instinct to flinch whenever someone stepped on his foot or bumped into his shoulder.

Izuku trailed behind the others, focusing on Tokoyami’s sneakers so that he wouldn’t lose them. He tried to shut out the sounds of the mall, with limited success. There was just too much.

“Are you alright?”

Izuku was surprised to hear Shouto’s quiet voice from his left, and glanced up to see the other boy walking beside him, forehead creased with concern. Izuku smiled and went to say… something. But he couldn’t quite figure out what to say, or how to say it, so he settled for giving Shouto a thumbs-up. Shouto’s expression did something too complicated for Izuku to follow, and then he offered a subtle smile and an outstretched hand.

Izuku didn’t think twice before sliding his hand into Shouto’s, and everything was immediately better. Had the mall been too bright? It was very nice, almost sunny. It was still a little too loud, but he didn’t have to worry about that. He just had to follow Shouto wherever he went, hand-in-hand.

Knowing he wouldn’t lose his friends, Izuku was free to look around. And there was a lot to look at. Lots of strangers, and bright coloured clothing in the shop windows, and… ah!! All Might figurines!

Izuku dug his heels in, pulling Shouto to a stop. Shouto looked back with concern on his face, but Izuku smiled and pointed towards the shop with figurines in the window, and Shouto’s expression cleared.

“Tokoyami!” Shouto called into the crowd ahead of them. “Izuku wants to stop.”

It only took a moment for Tokoyami to join them, glancing briefly down at their joined hands. “I’m with you,” he nodded. “I will follow.”

Izuku tugged Shouto towards the games and collectibles store. There were so many things in here that Izuku loved! So many heroes and cool clothing and wow! Izuku bounced on his heels a little as he pulled Shouto into the store.

Once they were inside, Izuku let go of Shouto’s hand and dove in. There were plushies to feel, and figurines to inspect, and lots of games to check out! Distantly, he was aware of the others following close behind, murmuring to each other. But the merch was so much more important. Lots of All Might, of course, but there was a plushie of Thirteen that Izuku had to take a minute to cuddle. Ochako would probably like that: she was a big Thirteen fan, and had a fair number of plushies. And there was a Crimson Riot figurine that made Izuku think of Kaminari. He gave it a pat on the spiky head. Izuku didn’t hug Kaminari enough. He gave good hugs.

Finished with his inspection, Izuku turned back to his friends and reclaimed Shouto’s hand, leaning contentedly against his side. It made him happy just to be here, surrounded by all these things he could buy, and his friends as well. Tokoyami was on Izuku’s other side, and he bumped his beak lightly against Izuku’s head when Izuku came to join them. Izuku blinked at him. Was that how birds said hello?

Izuku tried to return the gesture, but he didn’t have a beak, so he just poked his nose into Tokoyami’s jawline. He heard Shouto stifle a laugh behind him, and he was pulled back to Shouto’s side.

“Be nice to Tokoyami,” Shouto said. Izuku tilted his head, confused. He was being nice! He was saying hello.

“Should we find another group?” Tokoyami suggested quietly. “Would you like to see Uraraka?” he asked Izuku.

Izuku nodded. Why wouldn’t he want to see Ochako? She was one of his best friends!

“Sounds good.” Shouto’s fingers wrapped a little more firmly around Izuku’s as they started to walk again. Izuku continued to stare around the mall. Everything seemed so fast and loud and big. Was this how the world always was? Something felt off, but Izuku couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

Suddenly, there was movement through the crowd: Kacchan shoving his way through a group of preteen girls with his usual murderous expression, Kaminari and Kirishima loudly apologizing as they followed in his wake.

Izuku did his best to hide behind Tokoyami and Shouto, pressing closer to Tokoyami in the process. A face emerged from Tokoyami’s shoulder, making Izuku jump, but it was just a small part of Dark Shadow stretching lazily from Tokoyami’s shirt, glancing at Izuku and then back towards Kacchan’s trio.

“Don’t worry, kid, we’ve got your back,” Dark Shadow muttered, and did the same beak thing that Tokoyami had done, pressing gently against Izuku’s forehead and then retreating back into Tokoyami’s shoulder.

Izuku stared at the place where the shadow had been, mouth slightly open.

“Still alright?” Shouto asked, pressing Izuku’s hand lightly. “Do you want to get some headphones from Aizawa or Iida?”

Izuku shook his head. Less sound was nice, but he liked being able to hear his friends’ voices. Shouto gave him a thumbs-up, and Izuku mirrored the gesture with a grin.

“There they are,” Izuku heard Tokoyami announce. “Dark Shadow, get their attention.”

“Alright, alright, jeez.” Dark Shadow jumped from Tokoyami’s back and stretched above the crowd, waving a clawed hand. That got a lot of the crowd’s attention, but soon Izuku could see who he’d been gesturing at: a group of four girls, Ochako at their head, was coming over towards them.

“Hey Tokoyami, hey Dark Shadow! What’s up?” Ochako asked.

“I believe we have completed our expedition. We wanted to check with other members of our class,” Tokoyami said. Izuku frowned. Were they really done? But he needed… socks? Or maybe food? He was supposed to buy something.

“Hey, Izuku,” Tsu said, coming to join them. “How’s the trip?”

Izuku was slowly getting used to the weird twisting sensation that kept happening when he tried to talk. He gave Tsu another smile and thumbs-up. She nodded, her tongue poking out from her mouth.

“Don’t feel like talking? I get that. Ribbit. Do you want to go back to the bus?”

Izuku was conflicted. It would be quieter on the bus, and maybe he could even lie down, but all his friends were here! He didn’t want to be alone.

Not knowing how to express the feeling, Izuku reached his free hand towards Tsu and wiggled his fingers. Seeming to understand, Tsu moved forwards and curled her hand in his, and Izuku squeezed both her and Shouto’s hands.

“We’d come with you, if you wanted,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty much finished, and the others will still be a group if we head out. We’d have to check in with Aizawa-sensei, ribbit, but he won’t mind.” Izuku liked the idea of talking to Aizawa. He took care of the class. Izuku felt safer with Aizawa, and when his friends were with Aizawa.

Izuku reluctantly nodded. There was more to see at the mall, and he was sad to miss it, but the idea of curling up on the bus and relaxing with his friends sounded a lot better.

“Well, let’s go then!” Tsu said, pointing towards the food court.

“Wait, wait, I want to give Izuku a hug!” Ochako yelled, and then there were arms wrapping around Izuku from behind, pulling him back into Ochako’s familiar embrace.

Izuku melted, arms dropping to his sides and his weight leaning back into Ochako. She made a surprised noise, tilting back under the pressure, and then Izuku was weightless and Ochako pulled him properly into her arms.

“Hey, Izuku,” she murmured. “I’m sorry you’re going, but I hope you have a good time with Tsu and Todoroki.”

“Mmm!” Izuku said, hoping that Ochako would understand that he meant that he would definitely have a good time, and it was a very nice hug, and thank you very much.

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” Ochako sighed, and pressed a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head, right on his hair. He squeaked and felt his cheeks flush from the unexpected affection. It had felt… a lot like Tokoyami’s beak, actually. But kind of softer. “Take care of him, you two!”

“You know we will, ribbit.”

His weight restored and his hands taken again by his friends, Izuku turned to smile over his shoulder at Ochako as he was led away, his face still warm from the kiss. She smiled and waved, before turning back to Jiro, Momo, and Tokoyami. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Ochako’s voice was high-pitched and excited as she joined the conversation. Hopefully they were having fun.

“Careful, Izuku,” Shouto said, tugging at his hand. “Watch where you’re going.”

Izuku turned his eyes back to the front just in time to let Tsu and Shoto navigate him around a support beam that had been coming a little too close for comfort. Then they were in the food court, the crowd less chaotic here but the conversations louder.

Aizawa was sitting alone, dressed in passably civilian clothes with his capture weapon draped around his neck, phone in one hand. He lifted his chin as soon as Izuku and his friends stepped into view, acknowledging them as they headed towards him.

“Hey sensei,” Tsu said, when they got close enough. “Izuku’s a little overwhelmed and we were thinking about heading back to the bus for a while.”

“Did something happen?” Aizawa asked, directing the question towards both Izuku and Tsu as his eyes flickered between the three of them.

“Not as far as I know,” Shouto answered. “I think it was just the mall.” His thumb swiped across the back of Izuku’s hand. “Do you know?”

Izuku shook his head, then gently pulled his hands free.

Loud, he signed to Aizawa, whose eyes followed the gesture. Bright. Tired.

“Do you want a set of headphones?” Aizawa offered, making a shift towards the bag he’d brought along.

Izuku shook his head. Friends, he signed. Thank you.

“Suit yourself. How about a fidget toy?”

That sounded tempting, and Izuku’s face must have shown it, because Aizawa was rummaging in his bag and tossing things onto the table shortly thereafter. A Rubix cube, a length of string for cat’s cradle, squares of paper for folding, and a miscellany of little fidget gadgets. Izuku chose a set of interlocking rings that made a nice sound when he rattled them, and were fun to twist around each other. He gave Aizawa a smile and a bow, and then put the rings in his mouth. They were cool and metallic, and interesting to bite, but not very nice on Izuku’s teeth.

“Hmm.” Aizawa said, looking unimpressed. “I’ll have to clean those. And get you a proper chew if you’re going to be putting things in your mouth. Maybe a necklace so you can keep track of it.” He packed the rest of the fidget toys away, but not before tossing Tsu her favourite fidget cube and a set of keys. “Lock the bus doors behind you. If those keys go anywhere near the ignition, you’ll be expelled.”

“Yes, sensei,” Tsu agreed, tucking the cube and the keys into her pocket. “We’ll be careful.”

“You’d better be,” Aizawa said. “And take care of Problem Child.” Izuku perked up at the nickname. That was him! Aizawa was talking about him!

“Why is everyone saying that today?” Shouto said. “Of course we will.” He rested a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, which was almost as nice as holding his hand. Izuku leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. He felt very tired all of a sudden.

“Come on, Izuku,” Tsu said, and then his hands were taken again and he was led away, out of the mall. Izuku’s eyes were more closed than open now, and the mall passed in brief flashes of colour and crowd. With a friend on each side, deflecting the traffic, no one bumped into him. Soon enough, they were in the fresh spring air, and Izuku blinked his eyes open to stare up at the clear blue sky, breathing in the taste of petals and dirt.

His friends were by his side, the smell of spring was in the air, and Izuku felt better than ever. The world was very big, but it didn’t matter because his friends were there. They would take care of him. He was safe.

[my-headcanons-academia]

Uraraka friends + friendship hc

• Uraraka isn't "The popular girl" but everyone knows her and she knows everyone because she's soft, comforting and friendly. Also just a people-pleasing extrovert who charges by helping others. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew villains, realises it's them mid-fight and stops everything to talk them down from whatever crime they're doing. And even scarier, the villains listen. • She flirts with her friends endlessly but in a really vanilla way since it's all in good fun and it stays within boundaries, if they flirt back she will get very blushy and her forever-pink cheeks go red, but she doesn't stop, she just ups it while her whole face is blushing until she runs out of things to say and ends up shakily blowing a kiss and winking as she's processing all the nice things said.

• After the Sports Festival she asked Bakugou to spar. She wants to get better and she sees him as a goal, if she can solidly beat him in a fight then she can definitely know she's improved.

And I can easily imagine Bakugou agreeing, he wants to get better too and he respects others wanting to get better too. What he did not expect was she was learning to fight with knives and how stubborn she really is.

Well, he knew she was stubborn at the sports festival, if she could still move, even just barely, then she can still fight. He respects that even more. Both of these bitches need to learn to not push past their limits.

They goad each other so much. Uraraka can be mean when she wants to, saying things that probably aren't true but she knows she'll get a reaction out of it. She is terrified as she says it, but she knows this is what makes it challenging and the challenge is what she's here for. But usually she just says stuff like,

"How did I lose to you before? If you fight like this you have no chance of surpassing even Mineta,"

He is the only one who has seen her swear and no one believes him. It pisses him off exponentially.

• Her love language is quality time but also gift-giving which sucks because she is very poor. She actually becomes friends with Hatsune Mei from the support class as they both like to come up with creative and tailored ways to help individual people and come up with stuff they like!

After they become friends, Mei's latest inventions always have a hint of Uraraka in them, be they pink, somehow more adventurous than anything Mei could come up with on her own, or suspiciously some glitter thrown here and there.

When Mei is building stuff, Uraraka just sits there and listens to her ramble and work, she paints little hello kitty faces on desks, machines and even screws, it's basically her trademark.

• She has multiple alarms on her phone. As well as Iida's "good morning" messages at 5AM, she has alarms for 7am. 7:01am, 7:02am, 7:03am, 7:04am, 7:05am, 7:0- curse living far away so she has to take the train, or she'd be able to sleep in longer. but she always lets Iida know she does appreciate the sentiment. • She absolutely steals from the school cafeteria. Have you seen all that fancy expensive food? She won't steal much, just what she needs and it's the extra food that no one misses. Either she makes a deal with the chef about letting her have some leftovers or the chef would have no idea she's doing it. Even if they noticed some food missing, who's really going to suspect the cute pink bubbly friend-shaped Uraraka? Anyone else who's poor. That's who.

• She's not the mum friend, she's the aunt friend who will make sure everyone is safe and sound before doing something questionably illegal but since it's questionable she can plead ignorance.

• She and Iida get on very well despite being very different. They're both very nice, stubborn, emotional and passionate people yes, but Iida has no idea what the hell she is saying when she quotes memes. She's poor and a teenager, of course she goes to the internet for serotonin

"Uraraka I do not recall locating the barbeque condiment on your chest, what do you mean?"

"who is 'Deez' do I know them? You talk a lot about their nut collection, which is it almonds? peanut?"

"URARAKA THROWING ME THE PRINTER WHEN I ASKED FOR MY LOCKER KEYS IS RECKLESS AND DANGEROUS."

Poor boy went out "on the town" with her and they stopped at Mcdonalds, he looked completely out of place he had no idea what was happening, he just kept looking to Uraraka for guidance why there was a plastic figurine of a character from a recent movie among his food items. • She snorts when she laughs and she used to be really embarrassed by it but one day Mina and Tsuyu heard it while they were hanging out in her room and they found it so adorable they kept making her laugh to try to hear it again. She snorts more now, everyone is happy with this development.

• She has made plans before to mug Iida. In a friendly way of course. She would mug Momo but Momo loves gift giving and gives Uraraka pretty much anything she asks for anyways Momo is called "Sugar-Mommy in Uraraka's contacts. She was planning to mug Shouto before he joined the dekusquad and she found out he has a piece of shit dad and instead steals Enji's credit card.

She pays her bills with Endeavours money.

She also fucks around with it, like orders an entire truckload of All Might merch to be delivered to Endeavour, she changes every password she can, hires people to "re-decorate" Endeavours room to an All-Might-Stans-Fever-Dream and Endeavour was about to hound Shouto about it until he realises he's been inside nearby all day and would never have had a chance to order any of this.

Any money she doesn't spend on her family or herself, she spends on her friends.

• She probably has multiple part-time jobs. She helps her dad at his workplace, floating construction beams when the machines break down and helping where she can. But she doesn't get paid for that.

She does work at a small shop (Lidl is you're British, 7/11 if you're American) by the side of a gas station and she remembers all the employees birthdays and makes them little glittery cards.

• Eventually she works with Tsuyu at a cafe, they actually learn great communication skills there. They make secret signals that mean a certain table needs attention, "this guy is an angry customer, be careful" or someone needs a refill. All of them are of course subtle and it makes them feel like spies with secret missions it's great. These signals carry over into their training too. Everyone, even Aizawa at one point thought they somehow had a telepathic link, that let them know who was behind them or what was a threat the other couldn't have known about, where to go, how quick to go there it was madness.

They also cover each other's shifts without question when they know the other needs the day off. :3

• She makes a point to be soft, it's friendly and approachable, it helps people trust her. Don't get her wrong, she loves cute things, it makes her feel nice and safe, it's familiar and she wants to replicate that feeling, she wants to be able to walk into a room and have people smile because their hearts grow warm. She wants to laugh and giggle and joke with people, she wants to be a walking safe-space people can go to for comfort. She wants to be the hero you go to not only when you're in danger, but when you just need some comfort. She's a rare hero. She's a good one too.

• And when someone makes fun of her for being soft, she can't help but laugh. She apologises for laughing but she finds their ignorance so funny. It takes a lot to be soft and kind, it takes a special kind of person. In this world? In this world villains are a threat to everyone, heroes get corrupt, families are forced out of homes, quirk injustice and discrimination runs rampant, the kids who are too brave, dumb, stupid or desperate for their own good become child-soldiers/heroes, people, good people who try to provide for others the only way they know how, the only way left since legal society won't help them and then get called a villain for it. She's seen it. The fights, the homes destroyed, the families ignored and hushed, the horrible, horrible world. But she won't let that change her.

The world is harsh and cold, that doesn't mean she has to be. She'll be soft in spite of the world, no matter how hard the laws push to divide and destroy and make you rely on them and only them, Uraraka knows the darkness there is in society, in humanity. but more than that she knows she is too stubborn to let that win.

So she enjoys her pink fluffy pillows, enjoys the makeup that she can afford, the sparkly dresses, the cute hairpieces, the hello kitty stationary, her pink rounded hero costume, she'll be friendly to everyone, she'll be nice and kind and thoughtful to everyone, she wants to make the world a safer but also happier place to live in.

Plus when they mistake her kindness for naivety, the best catharsis she gets is when she knocks that smug look off peoples faces for underestimating her..

[bnha-and-more-imagines]

Progression [Bakugou Katsuki x Reader] Part 2 (END)

A/N: Here’s part 2! If you haven’t read the first part, I highly suggest you do. You can find it here. Thank you all for the overwhelming support for this fic! You guys are amazing!

@succulent-momma @terrifying-testicles

Word Count: 2,465

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing

It didn’t take long for some of his classmates to find out about Bakugou’s little crush. Bakugou made it obvious by the way he’d at her whenever she happened to pass by. Or how he would listen in whenever she was mentioned. Or how his jaw would tighten even more than usual when some guy would hit on her. If they hadn’t been Bakugou’s friends, they wouldn’t have suspected a thing. But these small things were huge in their eyes. They hadn’t confronted him outright, but they decided to help him out in their own way.

What followed were some of the most aggravating weeks Bakugou had ever experienced. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina would make a huge scene anytime Bakugou got so much as a scratch so that he’d have an excuse to go to the nurse’s office. When he’d start to protest, they’d cover his mouth and practically beg Aizawa-sensei to have him sent to the nurse’s. As usual, Aizawa-sensei didn’t care as long as he could have some peace and quiet. 

They’d then drag him to the nurse’s office and practically throw him in there as he yelled obscenities at them. Bakugou felt ridiculous as they quickly explained to (Y/N) what the ‘injury’  was and ran out, leaving them alone. 

(Y/N) would awkwardly offer him a band-aid and then he’d leave. Embarrassed and pissed.

They would also fake their own injuries and illnesses and once they’d get the nurse’s they’d ‘miraculously’ feel better and leave.

They’d invite (Y/N) to sit with them during lunch, making sure she’d be seated next to Bakugou. 

Bakugou was about to blast them all into next week. 

Tonight, the boys had dragged him out to a firework’s festival. They were planning on meeting up with some of the girls who decided to come. And apparently, this is when they had decided that Bakugou needed to confess.

“Bakugou-kun, you need to be a man and profess your love to (Y/N). And today’s the perfect day to do it!” Kirishima said

“Yeah man, you’ve caught those feelings hard. It’s so obvious.”  Sero added

A tick appeared on Bakugou’s forehead as he was at his last straw.

“When the hell did I say I liked her?!” He yelled. 

“So you’re telling us you’ve got no feelings for (Y/N)?” Kaminari asked.

“When did I imply I did?!” He screamed as he faced them.

“At all?” Kirishima prodded

“NO, I DON’T FUCKING LIKE HER!” A series of small explosions came from his hands as he yelled each word, drawing looks from a few nearby people walking around the booths. 

They were seriously testing his patience tonight.

“Well, then I guess it’s good news for that guy over there. He seems really into her.” Kaminari pointed.

Bakugou turned his head in the direction Kaminari was pointing at so fast, he nearly gave himself whiplash. 

A bit in the distance he saw (Y/N), looking clearly uncomfortable as the fucking ASSWIPE from the nurse’s office that one time was talking to her. He saw him put his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, and before Bakugou could even think he was already halfway to them.

The boys smirked at each other and decided to meet up with the girls to tell them they managed to get Bakugou and (Y/N) together. All according to their plan.

(Y/N) had been told by the girls to meet up at a certain location at the festival. She had been waiting for a few minutes when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She expected it to be her friends, but instead, she was face to face with the guy who made uncomfortable comments at her that one time. 

“Hey! I thought that was you!” He grinned, “Wow, you look great! I knew you’d look even prettier outside of school.”

“Um, thank you…” She said awkwardly, hands fidgeting. 

“Are you here by yourself?” He pried. “Maybe you and I can enjoy the festival together.”

“I’m waiting for my friends. We’re supposed to meet up.” She said curtly, hoping this would give him the hint that she wanted him to go away.

Instead, he put his hand on her shoulder, causing her to tense up, “I’m sure they won’t mind if you and I-”

He was cut off when a hand firmly grasped his wrist. They were both surprised to find Bakugou, glaring daggers at the guy. He shoved the guy’s arm away from her.

“Hey fuckass, can’t you take a hint? She’s not interested.”

Bakugou’s hand crackled in warning. The guy was now glaring back at Bakugou. 

The tension between them was high. (Y/N) spoke up before things escalated.

“I’m alright Bakugou-kun!” She grabbed his hand to prevent him from possibly blowing up the festival. She turned towards the guy, “This is my friend, we should get going now. Bye!”

She walked away quickly before he could reply.

Once they were at a faraway distance, she let go of his hand and turned to him.

“Thanks, Bakugou-kun. I’m sorry if I interrupted anything.”

He looked at her for a moment. (Y/N) shifted slightly, worried she’d angered him.

Bakugou hadn’t taken a good look at her earlier due to being high on adrenaline and anger. She was wearing a kimono with a butterfly pattern. The color complimented her well. Her hair was done in a simple style, yet it framed her face elegantly. He couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, looking away. 

There was a pause between the two of them where neither knew what to say. 

It was interrupted by a phone ringing. (Y/N) startled slightly and dug her phone out of the bag she was carrying. 

“Hi! Are you here yet?” She answered cheerfully.

Bakugou watched as her brows suddenly furrowed in confusion.

“What?” She stopped talking, seemingly cut off. Her face reddened. “Mina-chan!”

Another pause as she listened, “But! Wait I-!” 

Mina had hung up apparently. 

“What was that about?” Bakugou looked at her expectantly. (Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts.

“Mina-chan said that they’ll be really late because, um, something came up.” She explained.

Bakugou felt something was off, but he didn’t pursue the topic.

“Do you want to go together?” 

The words came out before he could stop them. (Y/N) stared at him wide-eyed. Bakugou scowled.

“Are you sure? What about your friends?” She asked.

He scoffed, “If I wasn’t sure, then I wouldn’t have asked. Do you want to go together or not?”

A big smile spread across her face. Again, Bakugou couldn’t meet her gaze when she looked at him like that. His face warmed up.

“Yes, I’d really like that.” She said.

Bakugou found himself not completely disliking spending time alone with (Y/N). The silence between them wasn’t awkward. She didn’t force him to speak and she didn’t speak about random things to fill it. 

Whenever she saw a booth she wanted to see, she’d point at it and asked him if they could stop to see it. For the most part, Bakugou would stay behind her as she glanced around. They made their way to a booth with a ring-tossing game, (Y/N) abruptly stopped.

“Woah!” She exclaimed, looking at one of the prizes. “Is that a Silver Age Recovery Girl figurine?! They’re so rare!”

“It sure is, young lady! Would you like to play to try and win? All you have to do is toss the ring on the prize you want and it’s yours!” The man at the booth said.

“How much is it?” She asked him.

“It’ll be three dollars for five rings.”

Bakugou watched in amusement as she missed all five times.

She groaned in disappointment. 

“Hey old man, I’ll give it a try.” He said, then turned to (Y/N). “You want the Recovery Girl figurine, right?”

“Wha- I, um. Yes…” She said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. Bakugou nodded.

He got into position, drew his arm back, took a deep breath and…

“DIE!” He yelled as he tossed the ring, startling both (Y/N) and the boothman. The ring landed perfectly on the figurine.

“C-congrats, young man!” The boothman said after a pause. He handed the figurine to Bakugou.

“Here.” Bakugou gave the figurine to a stunned (Y/N). 

“Bakugou-kun, thank you!” She jumped and hugged him, making him stiffen up. After not even a second, she let go.

“No problem…” He mumbled. But (Y/N) didn’t seem to hear him, too focused on the figurine she now held. She put the figurine in her bag and turned to him.

“I’m a bit hungry, do you mind if we stop to get some food?”

Bakugou sat at a table, waiting for (Y/N) to come back from getting her food. He thought back to earlier when she’d hugged him and how had made his heart jump. And he thought of his friend’s words from earlier. Confess to her. Should he? Could he? Didn’t she like someone else?

He groaned in anger. Feeling a headache coming.

He was normally such a confident person, what was his problem?

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, (Y/N) appeared with two bowls in her hands. She set one of them down in front of him which made him blink in confusion.

“You like spicy food, right? It’s tantanmen. As a thank you for before.” She explained.

Bakugou stared at the bowl of food. The aroma making his stomach growl. “...Thanks.” He said and the two began to eat.

As they were eating, Bakugou asked something that he was wondering about, “Do you like Recovery Girl that much?”

“Hm?” (Y/N) looked at him.

“You practically passed out when you got the figurine.” He snickered

“Oh,” She blushed, “Well, of course I like her. She’s the one who inspired me to be a hero. It’s like a dream to be under her guidance. I used to really hate my quirk, you know.”

“Hate?” He asked, wanting her to elaborate.

She laughed a little, “Yeah. My father has a really strong quirk. I had always hoped that I would inherit it so that I could become a strong hero. But instead, I inherited my mother’s healing quirk. I was really upset about it, thinking that I could never become a hero with it.

One day, though, my mother showed me an old video. It was of Recovery Girl in action, she was incredible. And my mother told me, ‘Sometimes being the strongest person doesn’t mean being the best fighter. Sometimes being the strongest person means being the one who cares the most.’ After she passed away, I promised to use our shared quirk to become a hero who would take care of others.” She finished.

Bakugou just stared in slight wonder. A sudden pang of guilt hit him, remembering the crude things he’d told her in the nurse’s office a few months ago.

“Oh, sorry! I was rambling, wasn’t I? I think the fireworks are going to start soon, did you want to go find a place to sit?” 

They managed to find a decent spot on the hill. It didn’t have too many people crowding it, but it would still give them a good view of the fireworks.

“I wonder if your friends got a good spot.”

“Tch, who cares if they did or not. They’ve been pissing me off so much.” He said.

She smiled a bit, “Still, you’re lucky to have friends that care about you.”

Bakugou snorted indignantly, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew half the shit they put me through. If you really wanna heal people, keep them away from me. They give me so many fucking headaches.”

(Y/N) laughed at that, “I can try, but I can’t promise anything.”

Before they could continue their conversation, a boom resounded in the sky as the fireworks show began. They turned their attention to the sky. As the fireworks went off, (Y/N)’s mind drifted to the call she had with Mina earlier.

“Hi! Are you here yet?” (Y/N) answered her phone.

“Actually (Y/N)-chan, me and the girls aren’t going,” Mina said.

“What?” She asked, but before she could say anything more, Mina kept talking. 

“Yup! The boys and we planned to get you and Bakugou alone together. You better confess to him. Don’t make us regret it!”

“Mina-chan!” She exclaimed, her face red. (Y/N) had so many questions running through her head.

“Just tell Bakugou-kun that we’ll be late or something. Good luck!” Mina said. She could hear a few of the girls in the background wishing her luck.

“But! Wait I-!”  (Y/N) was cut off as Mina hung up on her.

(Y/N) bit her lip. Part of her knew her friends were right. She’d regret not confessing her feelings for Bakugou. But the other part of her terrified. She had always admired him, and now they had progressed their relationship into a sort-of friendship. She could handle rejection. It would hurt, but she knew she could move on. But could she handle losing what they had now? She wanted to keep getting closer to him. Would confessing just push him further than how they’d been before?

She brought herself back to reality and decided to do a small test for herself.

Without looking away from the sky, she inched her hand slowly towards Bakugou’s. Her heart was racing as she found his hand and laid hers on top of his.  

There was a pause where nothing happened. But then, Bakugou moved his hand to properly hold hers.

(Y/N) tried to bite down a smile as her face heated up.

She took that as a form of encouragement. He didn’t push her away.

“Hey, Bakugou-kun,” She said, heart racing, “I really like you.”

The explosions were barely heard over the sound of her heart in her ears. She was too scared to see his face. Bakugou didn’t do or say anything, and she started to panic.

“I-I know you don’t really feel the same way. But I’ve liked you for a while now. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me an answer and…” 

What she said fell on deaf ears. Bakugou sat, stunned as something clicked in his head. Was she talking about him during the sleepover a few weeks ago? Did she think all those things about him? 

He finally turned to her.

“Hey,” He cut her rambling. 

She looked at him with worried eyes.

“You talk too much.” He said. Then he brought his face to hers and swiftly kissed her.

He’d need to find a way to thank the guys later, he begrudgingly admitted to himself.

[aestheticdenki]

Electric Shock- Denki Kaminari

You’ve had a secret crush on Denki from class 1-A for awhile now. The best time to confess of course is after he sneeze shocks you.

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You watched silently as Shinsou read, only turning to look out the window when he had picked up another book. Due to an issue in class 1-B’s dorm, your class was forced to partner up and stay in the few extra rooms that 1-A had left. Thankfully, you got Shinsou, an easy going, quiet person that just so happens to be your best friend. Unfortunately, you also got partnered with your other friend, Monoma. While he could be quiet at times, he absolutely loved annoying class 1-A. Because he was staying with you, you had to keep an eye on him. Right now though, he was asleep, occasionally shuffling here and there and whimpering, dreaming perhaps. Out the window, you could see Midoryia practicing with the air, improving his technique. The warm glow of the evening light looked enticing, so you visited Izuku. “Hey, Midoryia!” He stopped and looked at you. From where you were standing, you could see a sheen of sticky sweat on his skin. “Hey, ______!” “Do you need something to practice on? I can draw up a clay figure.” Izuku nodded his head excitedly. Most people didn’t know you had a drawing quirk. When they found out, it was astonishing.

Your pad appeared from thin air and you started drawing a replica of Uraraka. When you were done, you tapped the dirt and watched as the mud and clay formed the delicate girl. “Uraraka?” He was so amazed by your drawing that he forgot that she was here to fight him. Suddenly, he started to float. He was hovering in midair when he realized that the clay figure had touched him right before he started to drift upwards. Looking down, he noticed that the clay figurine had her hands together, the same way the real girl used her quirk. “That’s SO COOL!” You let out a small chuckle. “She won’t disappear until you defeat her.” You yelled upwords, right before the figurine released her hands and the boy fell to the ground, now in a battle state of mind. The sun was inviting, as you had thought, it was warm and subtle. Not too hot and not too cold. Surprisingly, Midoryia defeated Uraraka quickly. You conjured up a different person, this one being Iida hoping that it’ll give you more time to work on some other people to draw. Thankfully, you can save drafts and you’ve sparred with some of your own creations so some people are already drawn. People like Bakugo, Todoroki, Shinsou, All Might, Shigaraki and Stain. Those last two are your little secret.

“Is that...me?” Getting startled, you accidentally drew a line through the face you were drawing. Iida stood at the door watching the clay figurine kick up dust. “Yes.” A few others came out to watch as well. “Whose work is this?” Todoroki inquired, wanting to know in case he wanted to do some extra sparring. “Why, it's the favorite quirk in UA and guess what? She’s in our class. Guess that sucks for you.” “Shut up, Monoma.” You sat the pad to the side and quickly grabbed his ear to sit by you. “That is my quirk by the way.” “Can you make anybody?” “As long as I know their faces and their quirks.” Finally, Midoryia defeated clay Iida. “Give me another one. A hard one.” Hmmm. All Might should work. The students gasped in awe at the very detailed All Might forming out of the clay that was used from Iida. “I am here!” Although the voice doesn’t sound exact, it was pretty spot on with a gravelly texture but what can you possibly do with clay and voices? Mineta slithered up beside you. “Who ya drawing now?” “Someone from class 1-A…” “Is it me?” You laughed. “No, I haven’t drawn you yet.” “Who else have you drawn?” A rosy tint appeared on your cheeks. Telling who, will show that you have been staring at some of them (ehem, the boys).

“Um, for the girls, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu,” The aforementioned squealed and wanted to fight against herself. “Tsuyu, Jirō, Mina, Hagakure. For the boys, Shinsou, Aoyama, Iida, obviously. Bakugou and Todoroki.” The girls felt honoured that you had drawn all of them. “The boys aren’t correctly detailed all the way through because um-“ The heat rose to your cheeks again. “It’s hard not to look creepy while staring at them.” Honestly, you forgot about Mineta until he spoke up. “You can look at me all you want…” he drooled a little. “Thanks, Neta!” You weren’t falling for his dumbass tricks. Nope. You were gonna ignore him. Iida and Kirishima also offered to let you study them to draw them in great detail. “____! Another one, please.” “Take a break, Midoryia.” Iida pressed on when he tried to talk back. You gladly brought a Yaoyorozu to life when the real one wanted to fight herself. A little while later, everyone was heading inside to cook and you were still drawing and building figurines for Izuku. A hand tapped your shoulder softly making you slightly jump. Your eyes travelled up the body from the feet to the face and the white and red hair. It was Todoroki. “Hey, u-um, if you want, you can study me too. I think you draw people exactly the way they fight and it’ll be a good learning experience for me if I can watch the way I fight.” You smiled and thanked him. He slightly, very slightly, tilted the ends of his lips up into a smile.

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You awoke to the screaming of Present Mic and your body slamming to the floor which made a considerably louder noise than the voice. Aizawa and Present Mic appeared at your door to ask if you were alright. “Yeah, just fell from the top bunk. Sorry.” “NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE, YO.” Stupid Monoma and his triple bunk bed idea. You’d rather sleep with Shinsou than deal with the chance of falling out in the middle of the night. The fall caused you to be slightly grumpy. You hate waking up. Sighing, you got dressed and then woke up Shinsou and Monoma. “Come on, we have practice today.” After making sure they were awake, you headed down to help with breakfast. Only a few were already dressed. Morning people you assume. “ おはよう, Iida, Yaoyorozu and Midoryia.” They all greeted you happily. It looks like breakfast was done. You decided to go check up on the boys since they weren’t out yet and it wouldn’t be long before the food is all gone. Somehow, you got partnered with boys and had the room on the boys side. What luck! And it seems that a few of them have forgotten already judging by Kirishima and Sero walking out shirtless. “Good morning, guys.” “Good morning,” they droned out.

It got worse when you ran into a shirtless Kaminari. “Does no one wear shirts in the morning?” “Sorry, ______-chan!” He helped you up and you thanked him. You were going to punch the next person who was shirtless, and you didn’t care who it was. You opened your door to find, surprise, surprise, Monoma shirtless. But thankfully, he was putting a shirt on. Shinsou, on the other hand, was already dressed. “Get up, let’s go. Food.” “I’m not hungry.” Seriously? “I am, so let’s go get me some food.” “No.” You grabbed your pad and picked Shinsou. This time, he was made out of blankets. You laughed evilly and the real Shinsou was picked up by himself. He was startled but relaxed again. No walking. You pushed Monoma out the door and made it to the dining room. “Woah, you can make them out of blankets too?” To say, Izuku was impressed was an understatement. “I can make them out of whatever I want to use.” The blanket Shinsou sat the real one on a chair before going back to the room to return to its normal state.

The training took forever, it seemed. By the end, all of you were covered in sweat whether it be a lot or just a sheen layer. “You get the rest of the day off. Stay on campus.” Aizawa freed you to do whatever. Someone said that you guys should go to the pool but that requires permission. And who did they put up to ask? You. Midnight’s favorite. Why Midnight? Because she just absolutely thinks you are the cutest and loves how you’ve drawn her. She also loves how, deep down, you are sadistic too. “Midnight-san? Can we use the pool?” Aizawa started to give you a time to get out but he got cut off. “Of course! That sounds so wonderful. Go for as long as you like my baby!” “Thank you Midnight-san!” She squealed and watched you walk away. “You’ve got to stop playing favorites.” “Lighten up Aizawa! Isn’t she the cutest. You like her drive in class too. You’ve said it before.” He sighed and stared at the dominatrix. “I do but I do not favor her.” “Oh that’s right, you favor Shinsou. Which is her best friend. Oh they’d make a hot couple.” Midnight was useless to fight against Aizawa concluded before rolling up like a caterpillar in his ugly yellow sleeping bag.

When you coaxed Shinsou to get in the pool, you did not expect him and Monoma to gang up against you. You felt yourself get picked up and thrown into the pool. Monoma and Aoyama laughed as they stood right where you had. Letting yourself laugh as well, you splashed them and watched as they screamed. Excitedly, you swam over to Shinsou and held onto his back like an octopus (I should not have found that as funny as I did). “Shinsou! You’re freezing!” “It’s cold.” You let him go and told him to go warm up. Now only you, Kaminari and Midoryia were in the pool. “DENKI’S GOING TO SNEEZE!” Being too far away from the sides of the pool, you curse and brace yourself for the shock. You yelped when a loud achoo was heard and a shock traveled through your body. Turns out you were right next to the boy so the shock was worse. He was ready to sneeze again when you abruptly held his nose. “You fucking sneeze again and I’ll end your life.” You’d like to say that your threat had worked but it didn’t. As soon as you let go, he sneezed again. “DENKI!” Uh oh. He started to swim away and eventually made it on land. Breaking all of Iida’s rules, the two of you started running, one running away and the other running after.

It wasn’t until he stopped and you crashed into him that you realized you were on the edge of the pool. Kaminari held onto your waist to keep you from hitting him as the water surrounded you two. You sort of wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso as you felt yourself losing consciousness. All the exercise when your body was in pain from the shocks caused you to over exert your body. The last thing you felt was your bodies resurfacing and the heat from someone’s hand warming up your body. You awoke to the blinding sun and Midnight looking at you worried. You noticed she was adorned in a one piece bathing suit that looked quite well on her. “Are you alright?” “I think so, Midnight-san.” “I came out to watch you guys when I saw Kaminari carrying your unconscious body from the pool.” Kaminari! “Where is he?” “He’s feeling guilty while Shinsou reams him for shocking you. Maybe he should be banned from the pool.” You sat up abruptly causing you to wince, your muscles still tingling. “No. I would’ve been fine had we not fell in the water after running.” Once she decided you were okay, she hopped in the water and told everyone else they can join and not be worried.

Kaminari decided to sit out in the corner watching the others play and have fun. You hobbled over to him and sat down next to him. “Why aren’t you in the pool?” His golden eyes met yours. “I feel bad and if you can’t swim then I’m not swimming.” “You got banned didn’t you?” “That too.” You giggled at him. “What are we going to do with you Denki? Hmm?” He shrugged and shivered as a cold drop of water fell from his hair. You grabbed your towel and stood up. “Can I dry your hair?” “Sure!” Softly, you ran the towel through his hair before you deemed it dry enough. A piece of wet hair fell on his nose and he began to sniffle getting ready to sneeze. Just as he was on the brink of sneezing, you kissed him. You still got shocked just not as bad. When you pulled back you realized that Kaminari had just short circuited. “Dummy,” you whispered to no one in particular. Your head felt heavy, so you decided to lean in on Kaminari’s shoulder. Slowly, you started to drift off only waking up when someone was shaking you. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” It was Denki. As you looked around, you realized you two were alone and it was beginning to go dark.

“Where is everyone?” “I told them I’d bring you home when you woke up.” You sighed and secretly wished that someone had woken you up. “Now, let’s talk about earlier. What was that?” A pink tint appeared on your sun kissed cheeks. “A kiss?” “I know but why?” You hoped he didn’t hate you for it. “My dad used to do that to my mom all the time to stop her from sneezing. I decided to do it because I didn’t want to get shocked again.” “So it’s not because I’m cute?” He pouted and you may or may not have died on the inside. “I mean, I wouldn’t have kissed anyone else.” There it was, your indirect confession. For months now, you have been crushing on Kaminari. You’ve drawn him over a dozen times in a secret file so no one would criticize you for it. “Well I-I think yo-your cute too.” Oh really? “Really?” “Mmhm.” The two of you could have disintegrated from how hot your cheeks were. “M-maybe in a few weeks when summer starts, w-we can go on a-a date.” “I like that idea!” You pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go home.” “Wait, one thing before.” Confused, you turned towards him only to be met with a kiss. “I’ll be doing that in secret until we get caught.” With that, he winked and walked with you to the dorms. He only got in four days worth of kisses before Bakugou outed you two after being a sore loser.

[aty-altiria]

I am… Here?

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD… Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

Word count: 1996

Universe: Harry Potter, My hero Academia

Pairings: Fem!Harry/Shouta Aizawa

Themes: Blindness, Concussion

Summary: Shouta wasn’t in the habit of calling for help from his wife. Mostly because it was difficult to explain the presence of the vigilante who was considered the agent of death to villains. But with the kid in his arms, a spike in his gut, utterly blinded, and the villain stalking his way, Shouta figures… perhaps he doesn’t have a choice in this case. 

@whumptober2020

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The smoke was unexpected and not in a good way.

Shouta shouldn't have been surprised by it, yet he had been. For the first time, in what was probably his entire career, Shouta had actually been given complete intel for his mission. He'd spoken personally with the mother of the lost child, had gotten a full picture from her, the boyfriend, the best friend, and the visiting aunt. The missing child had been stolen by the ex-husband; he had violated his court order and had bolted in full view of the now frantic mother. The mother had, interestingly enough, a tagging quirk and had her daughter tagged every since the court-order had been placed. So, Shouta knew the location, knew the perp and the man's quirk, Shouta knew the dangers. He'd been able to check the area beforehand; he was utterly prepared.

So yes, the smoke had been a surprise.

Shouta crawled through the vents. He was utterly soundless while he moved toward the child's location. Shouta kicked open the vent above the kid with a sharp strike, then promptly dropped to the concrete flooring with one hand on his capture weapon and the other to brace his body as he landed in a roll. Regaining his feet, Shouta had one eye on the child and the other on the perp to prevent the man's quirk from activating. This particular man's quirk created large stone stalactites and stalagmites, or for the less scientifically inclined, sharp-pointed rock formations.

Hair rising up, Shouta's eyes bled red, and he locked his eyes on the perp with his capture weapon already swinging. Communication had already been attempted, the man had already been spoken to by the authorities, several had tried to talk the man down. But when all else failed, the child's safety came first.

His weapon swung forward, the man dropped something in surprise, and Shouta hadn't looked to see what it was. Not when the perp could skewer him the moment he looked away. Truthfully, Shouta wasn't sure if he should have or not in the end. Not as the small round object struck the ground and- and then Shouta couldn't see a damned thing. The smoke instantly overwhelmed the perp, covered him so thickly that Shouta knew it had to be an illegally stolen hero item. That was a problem he'd have to deal with later, however, as his capture weapon hit the perp and the sound of palms slapping the ground went off.

Shouta was given less than a second to assess the new situation and make a choice.

He chose.

Shouta hurled himself to the side toward the child; she looked just like her picture though her brown - like father's colour - eyes were a bid wide and a large bit terrified. Her long blond curls - like her mothers - were a mess, though her clothing was untouched - thank god. And then Shouta had his hands around her waist, and he was rolling. Automatically he cradled her form to his; he tugged her in close, pressed one hand to her back and the other to the back of her head. Shouta skidded across the ground while the noises within the room exploded; the sound was unimaginable in its volume and-

Shouta grunted when he felt something impale his side. It stopped his momentum entirely and almost distracted from the sound of shattering glass and metal. But even the pain couldn't distract from the sudden blinding darkness in the room.

Assessing his situation was second nature but difficult.

The girl was sobbing; she was a terrified mess in his grip - she was also giving away his location with her sounds. Shouta was pinned to the ground; a stalagmite had pierced through his lower abdomen. He couldn't tell if anything vital had been hit, but the stalagmite was keeping his insides… inside. To escape the rock formation, Shouta would have to lift off of it all the while holding the kid who would likely panic; it was a miracle she hadn't yet. Added on his capture weapon had been extended when the smoke-bomb went off, there was a mild chance it was still wrapped around the perp. But it was only a matter of time before he escaped and found Shouta pinned. Regardless, Shouta couldn't use his capture weapon because pulling it back while it was tangled in the rock wall would be neigh impossible.

So what did he do?

A slightly louder sob echoed from his arms, and Shouta hurriedly reached up. The attack had taken out the lights. Considering it was night and smoky, Shouta couldn't see much of anything even if his eyes were slowly adjusting. In fact, it was dark enough that he could barely make out the kid.

"Shhhh," Shouta soothed as he ran a soft hand through her curls; he was probably leaving blood in her blond hair, but what choice did he have? "It'll be alright, you're going to be fine." Shouta pictured his kids, the teenagers sometimes needed comfort, not often, and Shouta rather preferred shirking that part of the job off. But he had done it. He knew how to do it. It was part of the job… but this situation- he was hard-pressed to keep the panic out of his voice.

What could he do?

"You'll be fine," Shouta repeated, "I'm a hero, and I'm going to get you to your mom. Don't you worry."

The villain would be able to hear Shouta speaking- there- shuffling- Shouta had caught him in his capture gear, but he was trying to escape. He had minutes at best, seconds at worse until the man was free and coming for him while he was helpless.

What should he do? Could he convince her to run? She just had to reach the door. Should he yell for his team? It was only police, but if they got here quick enough- but no, the villain could still use his quirk with Shouta blinded, and surely they heard the noise? Were they already trying to get in? Had the door been blocked? Shouta couldn't hear them or see the police car lights- had then been hit by the quirk as well?

"' Scared," whimpered the kid.

"I know, I know…" he ran his hand in her hair and used the other to rub her back.

What was his best choice?

Shuffling again, a victorious noise- and Shouta was still blind-

He could handle this; there was an option. The villain already knew where he was so- "I need backup! Now!"

"I hear you." Shouta felt his heart skip a beat as a fissure of fear entered his chest.

The girl silenced herself instantly; her whole body started to shake as she burrowed deep into the remains of his capture gear and his uniform. Her tiny fingers clung fast to his clothing, and he felt liquid drip onto his neck- she was crying- silent and terrified- no, she was whispering?

"I am here, I am here, I am here." The girl was repeating it over and over in his capture gear, a comforting sentence, a catch-phrase… Shouta hadn't really understood why All Might had such a thing, not until that moment exactly.

There was nothing from his team, so Shouta had to assume they physically couldn't reach him and getting the kid to run would be pointless. She wouldn't find her way out anyway, not when he was equally blinded. So his only option was- "I need you to do something."

A footstep dangerously close to them, the villain was equally blinded and was feeling his way forward. That was Shouta's only advantage now, the man not using his quirk because Shouta had the girl in his arms and the darkness which had been screwing him.

"S-something?" she shifted slightly. She was likely searching for Shouta's face.

"That's right," Shouta felt himself smile, the manic one that always freaked out the kids. He normally wouldn't smile in such a way with a civilian who was scared but… she couldn't see it. "I need you to say something for me."

"Mella, where are you? Daddy is trying to find you."

"Say what?"

"I am here." Might as well steal from that damned number one. As he said it, Shouta fished a hand in his pocket, felt his hands wrap around a small innocuous figurine. The tiny deer was something Shouta insisted on bringing with him everywhere he went. Never knew where something like a tiny-deer figurine could save his life, like now. And Shouta squeezed it in his palm, felt the horns dig into his hand and pierce skin- he was probably holding it too tight, but… she had said to squeeze it firmly and with intent.

He had both of those now.

"I am… here?"

There was a crack of sound to his left. A moment of silence- then the world exploded with light. Shouta was instantly blinded and snapped his eyes closed against it. In his arms, the kid, Mella, gave a gasp and Shouta heard the sound of shifting fabric and a hand, slim and familiar despite the glove he knew she was wearing, touched his shoulder. "Hello kiddo, looks like you may need a bit of help here."

"Who are you-"

"Stupefy!"

Shouta exhaled as something hit the ground with a loud thud and slowly cracked his eyes open. Shouta dropped his head to the concrete; he hadn't realized he'd been lifting it the entire time, not until he actually relaxed.

They'd be fine.

Truthfully, Shouta didn't often like Holly on missions. She wasn't licensed and was considered a vigilante to the public and a menace to her own community. But she was efficient. She dealt with any problem thrown at her ruthlessly and swiftly. She solved major issues in seconds with her beyond versatile 'quirk,' but every time he called her was another time the police could put two and two together. They could realize Eraserhead was connected to the Lady of Death, a rather dark name considering the bright red and gold hero uniform she wore.

However, once in a while, Shouta did call his wife, and typically, those moments were life and death. Neither he nor Holly would ever accept life in exchange for their secret.

"Alright, Sho- Eraserhead?" he squinted at Holly and shook his head the smallest amount. He didn't want the scare the kid but, no, he was very much not alright. Holly's lips pinched under the hood she wore, the fabric was spelled to protect her identity, and he knew no manner of force would let anything but her willing hands would pull it down. As it was, all he could see was her mouth. Even without the sight though, he knew how her brows would pinch in worry, how her eyes would shine as she fretted for him.

"Alright, well, I think we should get the nice police officers in here. What do you think, little miss?" Holly focused on the kid, even as she pressed her fingers into his skin. Shouta felt the skin at his arm warm, another spell, likely to assess his injuries before she got him free. Holly would handle it, she'd get him to safety, and the kid returned to her mother even if the police gave her grief.

She had this.

And Shouta let himself fall into darkness, all the while knowing he'd wake up in a hospital bed with Holly, back in street clothing, sitting at his bedside.

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How Izuku Learned to Stop Worrying and Enjoy Being in Love (IzuOcha Oneshot)

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is struggling in his newfound romance with Uraraka. He continues to stumble when he is with her as nerves get the best of him. He wonders how he can get better at love but the answers he's searching for are closer to his heart than he thinks.

Izuku Midoriya considered himself a man of many failings.

As he idly scrawled in a small pink notebook before class, he could not help but reflect on those inadequacies. He was not always as strong as he needed to be. He still struggled in a lot of social situations. He could lose control of himself when it came to his hero obsession.

But more than any of those, he hated that he had no idea how to be a good boyfriend.

It was not for a lack of trying. He had dedicated a lot of time studying the subject, dedicating the whole pink notebook to it. Every piece of advice that far too many people had bestowed upon him was carefully recorded, from strategic romantic lines to subtle romantic movements. It was all in the vain hope he could decipher the bizarre machinations - and palpitations - of his own heart.

And much more importantly, Uraraka's.

Izuku had few troubles facing down villains with lives on the line. But facing down the greatest woman he had ever met to woo her on a semi-regular basis was proving to be far more challenging than your average ne'er-do-well.

"Heya, Deku. Whatchya working on?"

"NOTHING, NOTHING DON'T LOOK!" the boy screeched as he leapt upward to stare into the person of his affections. Uraraka hovered over his desk, eyes left blinking at his sudden outburst.

His face burned; he would sooner face Todorki's flames than this kind of heat.

"Oh, okay then. That's fine," Uraraka replied with a tight-lipped smile, completely inscrutable.

"It's just...it's something particular and really rough and kind of private I'm sorry it's not you it's me and I really want to-"

"Good morning class. To your seats," Mr. Aizawa ordered loudly as he grumpily entered their homeroom. The students quickly acquiesced, Uraraka included, as she moved to take her desk near the back of Class 3-A.

"Talk after class," she whispered as she turned her back to him.

Izuku breathed a deep sigh, resisting the temptation to leap out of the room.

Boyfriend. Girlfriend. The words still felt strange bouncing around in his head. The past few weeks had been chaotic. Having Uraraka ask him out. Having an awkward but wondrous first date. Having a first, terrifying, glorious, first kiss. Carefully exchanging their first utterances of "I love you." Riding out the highs and lows of a hormone-driven storm, as young lovers did.

Neither of them had much experience but they worked it out, mostly.

But as fall gave way to the start of winter, the fires of their newfound romance were quickly extinguished under an avalanche of schoolwork and their own nerves. Their easygoing friendship of two years was now fraught with this new element hanging ominously over everything. It seemed their every interaction somehow ended up the same - him blurting out something stupid, or something else going terribly wrong before they both retreated to safer spaces.

He did not regret dating Uraraka - something he had not realized he really, really wanted. But it made everything between them a lot more difficult to manage.

They were burning, passionate people. They cared about one another. But so often, figuring out their relationship under the scope of romantic social conventions made their interactions more glacial than they had been in a long time.

A part of him longed for the more easygoing days. Surely, they could get back to that. Love should not be this hard - or frightening.

"Midoriya?"

Izuku snapped upwards to attention at his teacher's question. He stared straight ahead at Aizawa's unimpressed grimace. He must have zoned out harder than he thought.

He could hear a few giggles buzzing around his ears.

"Sorry, what was that?" Izuku asked quickly, hoping he could wing whatever response was necessary.

Aizawa gave him a tired sigh. "Keep your head out of the clouds and pay attention."

"Right, sorry sir!"

The giggles turned into full-blown laughter at his uncharacteristic spaciness. Izuku blushed deeply, thoroughly humiliated. He relished the chance to plunge his mind into class, something troubled heart.

He leaned on keeping his thoughts preoccupied the entire day, pointedly limiting his interactions with Uraraka until class let out. It was easy enough; their third-year schoolwork was no small task and necessitated the focus.

But the end of the day did arrive and with it came Uraraka marching over to his desk. Much as it was never an unpleasant sight - her lively gait was always a pleasure to watch - he had mixed feelings about the romantic maneuvering their talks now required.

"You seem really out of it today. Something the matter?" she asked, voice light but full of sincere concern. She was always looking out for him; he wished he could pay her back for that, somehow.

Despite bracing himself for conversation, he found himself wholly unprepared for the question. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired I guess?"

Uraraka gazed intently at him, her usual bright smile absent from her face. She did not appear too convinced by him but mercifully let it slide. "Well, I can understand that. But I was wondering…" she trailed off, her eyes suddenly falling to the ground. "Maybe...we could study together later?"

He could see the rosier complexion on her face, something his surely matched. Once, that question would have been simple. A casual night between two friends. Now, the idea carried a lot more baggage - but a lot more promise, too. The promise of the things teenagers in love did.

How could he refuse?

"Sure!" Izuku replied, a little too loudly. He took a breath to try and steady himself, even as his shirt suddenly felt like it was choking him. "You could stop by my room...maybe around seven?"

Uraraka nodded with more vibrancy than he might have expected. "Alright, sounds good! See you later!"

Izuku watched as she rushed out of the room, clearly as eager to end the awkward exchange as much as he was.

"You two make me sick," Bakugo grumbled as he walked by Izuku's desk.

Izuku scrambled on instinct, readying himself for any further barbs. Most of their class was all-too-happy to see him and Uraraka get together after years of pining, but Bakugo had made no secret of his disgust for it.

"You need to get your head out of your ass," Bakugo murmured before walking angrily out of class.

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief, glad nothing worse came of it. Their relationship had cooled over the years, but he could never be certain about what might set the explosive boy off.

"How uncouth," Iida said from behind him. Izuku jumped slightly, startled. How had he missed his friend approaching? "Well, forget him. The pair of you seem to be getting along alright. Though admittedly, I'm not the most knowledgeable about this kind of thing."

Izuku stood up, relieved to get back to his dorms in search of respite. "Neither am I, to be honest."

"Well, I suppose experience is the best teacher," Iida mused as the two ventured out of class together. "But you two have been practically inseparable since we first got to U.A. You've always been there for one another and I have no doubt you'll work through your current tension."

"That obvious, huh?" Izuku replied, sighing. He did not fault Iida, but he could very much do without the rest of their class tirelessly watching their relationship.

But there was something to Iida's perspective. They had been in lockstep since before they even entered the building. The many times they teamed up and drove one another - the jitters of the heart were there, but it still felt so natural. Simple. He would forever look back at those days of friendship fondly.

Surely, that was a foundation for a relationship to last. He had jotted that down in his notebook, anyway.

"Pardon me, I don't mean to pry or anything. You two just stand out. And I do care about your well-being, after all." Iida bowed his head slightly in apology, formal as always. It was good to have a constant pillar like Iida. Unlike some things, their friendship had remained a steady constant.

"Don't worry about it," Izuku replied, laughing for the first time all day.

Izuku eventually arrived back at his room, gleefully getting into a comfier T-shirt and shorts. He jumped into his bed and breathed, basking in its softness. It was good to find peace after a difficult day.

With the distraction of school gone, his thoughts turned back to Uraraka, his heart skipping as her adorable face sprang back to his mind. He idly began to tidy up his room to prepare for their study session.

He had seen his fair share of depictions of love in the media, which often made it seem like the greatest joy imaginable. Which he had felt, certainly. But now, he couldn't help but think media undersold the anxiety, the nerves and the work it all involved.

Even in the act of cleaning his room, he found himself second-guessing himself. Should he put away more of his All Might figurines? Have a scented candle to provide a better atmosphere? Was now even the right time to be thinking of romantic gestures, or would she just focus on studying, given her drive?

"Get a grip, Izuku," he mumbled to himself, pulling at his chin. He really was too tense.

He settled on a more minimalist effort, clearing off his desk of memorabilia to give plenty of room for studying. They could leave it at that. Just another session, like the plenty they had before they were dating. No need to get stressed out.

The knocking on his door at 7 p.m. sharp seemed to pulse through his entire body. He sat still for a moment, a sudden onset of nerves freezing him in place.

Maybe a little reason to get stressed out.

With a breath to re-animate himself, he rushed over to the door, opening it widely to see his Uraraka standing there, beaming brightly with a stack of books. She wore a casual pink hoodie and a pair of jeans - nothing out of the ordinary and yet, still radiant.

"Heya Deku!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide and her cheeks looking exceptionally rosy. He blinked, finding it hard to look at her - not an infrequent occurrence. But there was something different about tonight. Her face looked...shinier, somehow.

"HiUraraka," he said quickly, gesturing for her to enter. "You look beautiful!"

The words stumbled out of his mouth without him thinking, and he immediately clamped it shut afterward.

Uraraka nearly stumbled into the room after the compliment, managing to save herself from falling by roughly sliding into the extra seat at his desk. "Thanks, Deku!" she said loudly with her hands balled in her lap. "You look hot!"

The statement hung in the space, quickly expanding to smother out any other sound they could have made. Deku could hear his own pulse ringing in his ears at the proclamation. His eyes bulged outward, but he dared not look directly at her.

She broke the suddenly frosty atmosphere first. "I mean, I mean because you're in a tight shirt! Wait, no, I mean, because you're wearing a shirt and I just noticed they started the heater in the building today and I just wondered if you were feeling - is it warm in here?" Uraraka suddenly pulled at the neck of her sweater, mouth moving more rapidly than he could ever recall.

Watching her murmur like he himself might, looking so flustered - by him, of all people - and feeling tension thick in the room, Izuku could not help it. He burst out laughing. It was ridiculous. He had a much better understanding of why all of this was so often a subject of comedy.

Mercifully, Uraraka joined, laughing with him, clearly relieved. The two dared a glance at one another, eyes full of mirth.

"We're hopeless at this, huh?" Izuku dared, smiling at her.

"Yeah, definitely," Uraraka replied, grinning back, rubbing at her brow. "Who would have thought dating would be so hard?"

"Both of us before we started, I think," Izuku said honestly, shifting to take a seat next to her. He opened his own workbooks, excited to get into the meat of their evening.

"True," Uraraka said with a sigh, shaking her head. "Still, I somehow didn't think it would be this difficult."

"Sorry that this hasn't been my strong suit." He did sincerely wish he could do this better. Be suave or whatever it was. She deserved it.

"Me too," Uraraka responded, giving him a smile that somehow made it all worthwhile. "Shall we get started?"

The two got into their homework in earnest - English, math and finally heroics law. Things fell into a more casual routine, each of them falling back to the patterns they would have as friends. It was nice. Cozy. Comfortable, like crawling under the covers on a cold day.

But Izuku found himself watching Uraraka more intently tonight than he might have before they started going out. He could not help but admire when her face got scrunched up at a difficult question. Or when it morphed into a glorious smile when she gained some new understanding. Or how intense she could get when she focused in on something, so determined and driven in a way he always admired.

He noticed other things, too. Like how soft her hair looked. Her cute, pink cheeks. Her skin, which looked strangely, especially vibrant today. It shined more than usual, which was saying something.

It clicked for him suddenly. He blushed and turned his eyes to his notebook, not bold enough to ask the question directly to her face.

"Are you...wearing makeup tonight?" Izuku inquired, breaking their silence.

He heard Uraraka shift but did not dare to look over.

"Err...yeah. You noticed?"

"Yeah…" Izuku responded, feet tensing beneath his chair. "...It looks good."

There was another awkward moment of noiselessness. Izuku stared intently at his textbook, eyes listlessly reading over some obscure law like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He prayed the compliment landed safely.

"...Thanks," she responded quietly, not saying anything more. Izuku dared not glance over to her.

The two worked for a little while longer, falling back into their routine. They eventually decided on a five-minute break, using it as a reprieve to dissipate the tension stored up in their bodies.

Despite everything, they had once again fallen into a comfortable companionship - until Uraraka broke the spell by reaching out for his hand.

It was far from the first time they had held hands, but it never failed to send a pleasant shock up his arm. Her hand was callused, worn as his was from many hours of training. Yet it still always felt pleasant to his touch and he was eager to grasp it.

He glanced up at her as she squeezed her hand in his, carefully keeping her pinky separated to stop her quirk from activating. She was beaming up at him from beneath her eyelashes, eyes warm as ever. He gulped, his free hand starting to quiver as he lost himself in the wonder of the moment.

She inclined her head ever so slightly, but he did not move. He was frozen still, enraptured, unable to think of anything beyond the feeling of her hand and the light upon her face.

He tried to snap himself back to reality. He should say something. Probably. This was a good time for a romantic line. He just had to wing it.

"You're-"

"Deku, I-"

The two were in-synch enough to speak in unison. But Izuku still felt it just added to the increasingly tense moment.

"You want to go first?" Izuku suggested, forcing himself to smile best he could despite his nerves.

Uraraka's face fell under the shadows of her locks. "No...well, sure, I guess. I just...I don't know. Maybe the moment's lost if that makes sense?"

It did but it did not make Izuku happy. How had he lost a moment so quickly, when he was barely cognizant of it even starting? It was frustrating.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Izuku responded, sighing mournfully. He let go of her hand, reaching out to rub at his temple. "It was a lot easier talking when we were just friends."

He did not think much of the question. They were open enough about some of the hiccups of romance. They trusted each other to talk through it.

But the statement carried more weight than he had imagined.

"Should we...should we just go back to that?"

Izuku let his hand fall to the side and sat up straighter, shocked into alertness by the sudden question. He looked at Uraraka, who was staring away from him, biting her lip.

A chill settled over him, the teasing embers of their teenage love suddenly seeming a distant memory.

"I...um…" he stammered, throat suddenly feeling clogged. His mind whirred, trying to find a suitable answer. "Why do you ask?"

He internally chided himself on the deflection. But he had no idea how to respond. Despite all the awkwardness, the moments of romance they had shared were blissful. He had never even thought about turning away from it all, so soon after starting to experiment with it.

Or had he? Why had he even suggested being friends was easier?

"It's just... you're right. It has gotten harder," Uraraka murmured, staring forlornly over her work. "I was worried before we started going out. I was worried about what it might do to our friendship or whether it would just distract us. And I can't help but feel like it has."

Izuku's mind flashed to that morning when his head got fogged up overthinking about her. She had a point.

He could feel it. A wall of ice, slowly coming between them, each of them burning up on either side of it. Maybe they could break their way through together but that appeared an increasingly monumental task. Especially when his own speech was so artless, with all the grace of an iceberg.

He could remember the days when such barriers seemed smaller. He had to admit that a part of him wanted to go back to that.

But other memories flooded into his mind too. Walking with her, hand-in-hand, after class. Laughing with her on their first date. The scorching heat of their first kiss. Even tonight, watching her, noticing things he realized he never properly appreciated.

"I...I didn't mean anything by it," he stated carefully. As soon as the words left his mouth, it sounded lame, even to him. Why could he not say the right thing? "I still like being with you like this."

"I do too," she responded quickly, looking up at him, a deep frown etched into her face. He hated seeing that on her. "I like it too. It hasn't been bad or anything. I just worry you know?"

"I get it," Izuku replied, reaching out to clasp both her hands, nerves dissipating in a bid to hang onto what they were starting together.

But the contact was fleeting. She gave a quick squeeze but withdrew quickly, eyes glancing to the side.

"Sorry. I was probably just being silly."

"You weren't," Izuku insisted. "I know it's been hard. And I know I've been getting distracted lately. But we can keep trying to get better at this, can't we?"

Uraraka nodded in response. "We always have, right? Still driving each other to improve."

The pair shared a strained laugh at that. It was strange, framing romance like heroics when the two things appeared worlds apart. But both took passion and work ethic. That was something they each had plenty of.

But the peace they returned to was poisonous. His mind wandered into more doubt as he mulled their frosty relations. He wanted to put his all into their romance but he wondered if they really had it in them, especially given the strains they were under as heroes-in-training.

The two exchanged only the lightest of pleasantries, any lingering trace of fleeting romance thoroughly doused by their talk.

"...I think maybe I should get going back. I've been missing out on sleep, so I want to turn it in early," Uraraka said suddenly, stretching out to depart.

It was a full hour sooner than she might normally go on a study night. But Izuku could not blame her for being eager to get away from him.

"Oh, alright. See you...around?" Izuku wished he could have set a date with more confidence, but work-studies and training would keep them busy. Nights like this were fleeting. He wished he had not wasted it.

"Yeah, sure. We'll figure something out," she replied sincerely, with a smile. Without any fanfare, she walked out of the room, waving before shutting the door. "Good night!"

"Good night," Izuku responded, the light slamming of the door rudely banging against his eardrums. He waited a few seconds before letting his head fall to his desk, burying it in his notebook. He gazed into the seemingly endless expanse of white emptiness.

Haywire emotions clashed within him, keeping him locked a strange stillness. Frustration at the icy state of his first love. Anger at his own ineptitude. Anxiety over the endless uncertainties love brought with it, something no amount of effort seemed to help him figure out.

He had messed up somehow. He knew that. He had spoken unthinkingly and he was paying the price.

Izuku set his face into a hard line. His mind conjured up the images that were plaguing him more and more - the two of them, easygoing, meeting up after school, working together at the sports festival, training together in their first year. The nostalgia tasted sweet, his heart eagerly basking in the rays from the suns long set.

But those days were gone now. He had to move on if he wanted to experience what lay within love's confounding mysteries. He might not know what would happen but he would have to trust himself.

More importantly, he needed to trust her. It was Uraraka, after all. She had never let him down.

With a groan, he got out his little pink notebook. He would need to think up an apology - the perfect one. Get a plan ready and act quickly. He would rehearse it, to ensure he avoided shoving his foot in his mouth again.

"This is going to go perfectly," he murmured to himself, before submerging himself in his studies.

Despite his oft-messy exterior, Izuku could operate as efficiently as a well-oiled machine when he put his mind to it.

Today, he went into overdrive. He woke up a half-hour early to put some extra effort into his appearance, combing the messier strands of his hair and ensuring his uniform was neat.

He practiced words to her, mumbling up a storm as he went about the rest of his morning ritual.

He adjusted his green winter coat in the mirror carefully, trying to ensure he did not look weird. Uraraka may not care that much about his appearance - he doubted she would be dating him if she did - but it couldn't hurt to be as proper as possible. More than a few people had given him that advice, anyway.

Satisfied enough, Izuku ran out the door, deftly avoiding a few of his classmates to make it out. A rare snowstorm had hit the area hard last night, leaving the ground coated in a garish mixture of snow, slush and ice. It was early enough that the walkways were still covered.

It was not exactly a picturesque scene, but it would do well enough. Speed was important here. He did not want their terrible conversation from the previous night to fester. Best to face it head-on, like he would a villain.

As he expected, Uraraka was the next person to come through the doors. He knew she had pushed herself to become one of the earlier risers in her class. He had timed his own exit from the dorms accordingly.

Once again, she took his breath away. Dressed in a brown coat and an adorable pink hat and mittens, it seems strange to him how effortlessly she shone. He blinked, as stricken as the first time he laid eyes on her.

"Oh, hey Deku!" she said with her carefree bubbliness, flashing him a smile, seemingly untroubled by the events of the previous night. "Didn't think I'd see you here!"

He gulped, struggling to think with how smitten he was with her. But he had practiced more for this - to avoid his heart tying his tongue. He just had to stick to the script. He could do this.

"Yeah, I thought we could walk to class together this morning and just talk a bit." He kept his voice even-keeled and smooth, displaying little of the nerves he felt. He had to steel himself for this. She deserved that.

Her eyebrows flew upwards on her face, her lips loosening slightly as she appraised him. The expression did not last long, morphing back into another delighted smile. "Sure!"

Thrilled at the early success, Izuku made his way down the front steps. This was good. He had already cleared the first hurdle and she seemed receptive. All he had to do was repeat a few key phrases and he was sure they could put that night behind them. That she could see his commitment. Everything would go exactly as he planned it.

He felt his feet suddenly give way. Before he realized it, he was slipping on a patch of ice. He flipped upward into the air and soon found himself falling rapidly, his eyes gazing upon the overcast skies above.

Izuku prepared to meet the ground and welcomed his own destruction.

Before everything broke apart with his fall, he found himself floating in mid-air. He blinked for a moment, his mind not immediately processing what exactly had happened. He got a strange sense of vertigo as his body adjusted to its sudden weightlessness.

"You okay? We better be careful with all this ice!" Izuku inclined his head to see Uraraka, eyes focused intently on him. She still wore her beautiful smile, her suddenly ungloved hand extended, connected to his upper arm. When had that happened? She had quick reflexes.

Uraraka had saved him. Again.

His mind suddenly flashed, his heart hammering as he found himself warping back two years. He occupied two spaces, two times, at once. The pair of them together before their entrance exam. Both of them here, together, now. A strange, cute girl going out of her way to stop him from face-planting. His wonderful girlfriend preventing him from falling, rescuing him once more. Uraraka grinning at him in both places, friendly as always. Him, completely flabbergasted.

Oh. Oh. Right. It had always been this way.

She had always sent his heart flying with the greatest of ease. She had always gotten him flustered. Since they came to U.A., she had always been there for him. Had always been a friend, a companion, a saviour. At the core, nothing between them had changed.

She was one of his heroes. What had he ever been so afraid of?

In his mind's eye, he could see the wall of ice that had formed between them. That he had formed between him with his own glacial thinking. With a thought, the ice broke apart, no longer separating him from his best friend.

"Err...Deku? You alright?"

Izuku flew back into the present, his head no longer feasting on the sweet mixture of nostalgia and love. He saw Uraraka waving her bare hand before him, trying to bring him back to reality.

Without thinking, he grabbed a hold of the hand, making it fall still. He lowered it, giving her a wide grin.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Sorry about that!"

He noted a blush flooded her cheeks, but she did not react otherwise. However, her expression faltered after the moment lasted a few seconds too long.

"Hey, Deku?"

"Hmm, what is it?"

"I need my hand back if I'm going to release you."

"Oh, right!" he laughed as he let go. A voice inside nagged at him for the blunder, but in this instant, he no longer felt worried about such missteps. Suddenly, he felt surer about their bond than he could ever remember being.

She took off her other glove and carefully brought her fingers together. He oriented himself to land on his feet, taking care not to slip this time.

He had a script he could launch into right now. Prepared, rehearsed, proper. The words would not lead him astray.

But that speech would not do for him now. He let it scatter to the far reaches of his mind. His faith in his carefully prepared romantic notes went with them.

A true hero spoke directly from the heart. He could not be afraid of that anymore.

"I love you, Ochako Uraraka," he stated unabashedly, reaching out to grab one of her hands again. "And I want to stay with you."

The silence was palpable. Uraraka blinked rapidly at him, her eyebrows furrowing. "...What…?"

"Sorry, I just felt I needed to say that." Izuku kept his muscles lax and his voice even-keeled. He refused to get budged by nerves again. His feelings for Uraraka were an unshakeable pillar now; his actions would reflect that. "I messed up last night and I'm sorry about that. I couldn't wait to apologize. I don't want there to be any doubt about how I feel about you. About us."

"Oh. Oh." He felt a hard squeeze on his hand and watched as Uraraka suddenly inclined her head downward. "This is a lot to take in, Deku."

He reached his free hand out towards her, wanting to comfort her. "Sorry, Uraraka I didn't mean-"

"I wanted to say sorry, too. I felt awful about what I said last night," she said softly, her eyes flying upward to meet his. She stared forward, her irises displaying a powerful intensity. "But I guess you beat me to the punch this time."

He breathed, a pressure lifting off his chest. "Well, that's-"

Before he could react further, Uraraka pounced on him, throwing her full weight into it. He caught her easily enough, but he was left defenceless as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips into his.

His pulse raced as he pushed back into her, drinking all of her in. Their kisses before were chaste, delicate, his insecurities often freezing him in place. This was different. They were melting in a passionate inferno, the two heroes pushing, driving each other, harmonious as they ascended to the heavens.

Uraraka pulled away first, but did not separate, keeping her forehead connected to his. Her brown eyes shined brighter than ever, like stars lighting the way in the sky.

"Wow."

"Wow," he echoed.

"Love you, Deku," she stated simply, surely. "Sorry, I wanted to get you back for surprising me, somehow."

She gave him a cheeky grin and he laughed at that.

"Not how I expected we'd next say that to each other, but I'll take it," she continued.

"I guess it had been a while." He could not remember exactly when they had last exchanged simple affirmations of love. Had it been that first date? Was he so lost in his own head that he had forgotten to repeat it?

"...Too long, I think," she replied grinning back. "We both got a little lost."

"Well, I promise I'm going to say it more often," he murmured sweetly to her, inclining his head slightly to press a kiss to her forehead. "I'm done with worrying. I love you, Uraraka."

"...Were you planning this?" she questioned, her head hot under his lips.

"Not exactly. My idea kind of...went up in the air."

She giggled at that. "This is because I caught you?"

Perhaps that should be embarrassing but he nodded without hesitation. "I realized how much you've been there for me. And how things don't have to change so much between us. We're still friends."

"The best," she corrected.

"And we'll be there for each other, right?" He raised a fist towards her. "Every step of the way."

Uraraka completed the fist bump. "Same as ever."

"So should I really worry about if we're dating?" It was a rhetorical question, now. At that moment, he knew he would not be inhibited by those doubts again. Most of the time, anyway. But they would work through any hurdles together.

"Not at all," she answered anyway, for herself and for him.

She suddenly opened her hand, grabbing onto him and triggering her quirk. He went weightless once more, allowing her to more easily pull him in and share their love together once more.

Forevermore.

AN: Written for the IzuOcha Discord server writing contest. Prompt: Ice breaker.  Forgot to post this on Tumblr a couple of weeks back, so I decided to add it here. 

Thank you to the organizers. I hope you all enjoyed one of the fluffiest things I've written.

Let me know what you thought! Leave a like and a reblog if you can. They are important nourishment for us writers ^_^

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Chisaki Kai (nurse)x reader (reader)

{no quirk/simple au; just for know}

I don't know if some of you will remember but I wrote about a nurse Chisaki one month ago; I guess; and I did wanted to make one more writing about it, the person who requested this gave me permission since the original idea was from them so... yeah. Here it is.

Aizawa and Yamada were chatting on the teacher's room along with Nemuri about how the students were or annoying them; mostly Aizawa; or being extremely good at their grades and their improvement.

When you entered the room the three stopped talking as Nemuri called you to thei chatty talk with a smile on her face.

Every teacher from U.A seemed to be in that room but out of everyone you were more closer to these three than anyone else between your colleagues. Okay, Toshinori was also one of them but he wasn't in the room, so... yeah.

"How is it going (L/N)? The second year is giving too much work?" Nemuri asked in excitement while Aizawa and Yamada greeted you.

"After mostly of them are waiting for their grades to come out? They are like tiny quiet little angels. Especially the ones who wouldn't shut up on my classes." You sayed while you picked your coffe and sitted along with the group.

"EH?! You're lucky you know that?!" Yamada yelled "My students won't stay quiet even if they went bad on their english tests!"

"Is mostly because you don't put order in your class." Aizawa muttered before he took a gulp from his own bitter drink while Hizashi gasped in offense.

"Mine's are a little bit aprehensive about their grades but still give me some work... did you expelled yours yet Aizawa?" Nemuri asked arching an eyebrow while smilling sarcastically at her friend, which scoffed in response.

"By the way; I know that doesn't fit the topic calm down before you three throw judgment comments at me." Hizashi chuckled while lifting his hands up before he looked at you and pointed "Is seriously that the teacher from 3-B was fired? The guy refuses to talk about it."

"Oh yeah... there was also a guard of ours that was fired." Aizawa pointed out before he looked at you, surprisingly, interested about the topic "Have any coments to do?"

Before you could even respond; Nemuri beat you to it as she hitted slightly the table with her two hands.

"Oh I know about it! They were caught by missy (L/N) here-" she elbowed you jokingly wiggling her eyebrows "Beating up that new nurse. I guess his name is... ah shit I forgot." She laughed before looking at you with that smirk, expecting you say it.

You sighed in false annoyance before taking a sip from your hot coffee.

"Chisaki, Nemuri. His name is Chisaki Kai."

You knew that she knew it her name, but all of this was just mocking because she already knew your... little information.

"You mean that man? Huh, he doesn't seem like the type to accept a punch without throwing one back... or even worse." Yamada shivered at remembering those golden eyes glaring at him whenever he would speak too loud when passing by the halls.

"He doesn't because he would probably have a few problems to deal with it later. We all know his story in here." Aizawa pointed out, throwing his little bag of coffe perfectly on the trash can not much far away from you guys.

You joked, lifting one of yours arms up with a hand curled up in a fist, saying a heartly 'Score!' Which Aizawa only sighed in dissapointment at your behaviour while the other two laughed.

"Speaking of which, you seem very close to that guy huh? How I wonder..." Yamada smirked before taking a bite from his lunch while Nemuri started to smirk devilish at you while poking your arm repeatedly.

Dear god...

"Yeah, I know him a bit, to not say much." You smiled at remembering him.

"A bit? You're always going to that infirmary." Aizawa pointed out, lifting one of his eyebrows questionably "Or you're just as clusmy as Midoriya or you're at the point of moving in to there."

You chuckled at the first comparation, Midoriya was sure one of the most popular students on the teachers, the boy was the sweetest thing but he... was constantly visiting the infirmary due to his injuries...

You already talked with him billions of times....

"Oh come on Shota! You're acting like you're her father or something!" Joked Hizashi receiving a glare from his friend "I know she is young but chill out!"

"That is true. You're the baby in here (Y/N)!" Nemuri joked while you groaned and frowned at the both.

You were indeed the youngest out of every teacher in the room, but still was just as brilliant as them and always had respect from your colleagues due to your intelligence and your gentle persona...

Although there was a lot of teasing... a lot.

"So~ I tell them? Or you do it yourself?" Nemuri singed while poking your arm again.

"Hush. There's no need for that in the first place..." You got up from your chair and went to throw the trash you made away, greeting with a smile another coworker close to the wall.

Taking advantage of you already being close to the snacks machine, you searched on your pocket for some coins to get something to eat.

"Tell what Nemuri?" Aizawa asked in irritation while Yamada poked his head between them also wanting to hear.

"Well, our little (Y/N) is-"

The door of the room suddenly oppened, catchingthe main three attention while some others already glared at the presence.

Chisaki not even spared a glance at neither of them and just looked around in search for what... who he was looking for.

"Oi! Who said you can enter in here?! This room is only for teachers!" One man yelled coming straight to Chisaki direction before he frooze dead on his pace as soon as Chisaki looked at him with threatening golden murderous eyes.

"In my face is very much evident how I care about this statement right? So get out of sign already." He said with his usual cold and cruel voice as he dodge the man and walked around the room.

"That guy gives me chills." Hizashi whispered while Nemuri nodded.

"Something about him doesn't feel right... and is not only because he is from the yakusa..." Aizawa muttered while discreet looking at Chisaki.

You were to absorved on getting a snack on the machine that you don't even knew why was everyone so silent, but you still wanted that candy bar so fuck it.

Chisaki spoted you and sighed in irritation yet relieve as hs started making his way towards you.

There you were...

Aizawa and Yamada notice the action of his and immediately went to get up to go over to you, but both hands of Nemuri pushed them back down with a smirk.

"What the hell?! The guy looks like he is going to kill her!" Hizashi whisper yelled while for the first time, he hated to admit it, Shota nodded in agreement at his friend comment.

"Chill out you two. Look." She whispered while pointing at the dark brow haired young man standing right behind you with serious eyes as you still tried to pick that damn candy bar.

"You're late." He said, a bit of annoyance and even the slightest hint of hurt in his voice, making you jump at the sudden manifestation of his voice, and so close to collaborate.

"You almost scared the shit out of me! Don't do that!" You said while placing a hand over your heart, which was beating like crazy after his actions.

"Watch your vocabulary; but don't change the topics. You were late, and I acted like a fool waiting and looking for you in this whole hell." He handed you a sandwich, neatly enveloped by plastic, with a glare before he looked in disgust at the machine in front of you both.

"Eat this, its yours anyway. We don't know what those things are made of."

"Ah I must had leaved on the infirmary! Thank you so much!" You smiled at him and gently pried your lunch from his hand.

He scoffed in response as a try to hide the pink on his covered cheeks.

"Wouldn't it make more sense if you let to eat latee since is already close to dinner?" You stopped midway from bringing your sandwich to your mouth after Chisaki numbly spoke.

"Uh... good idea." You smiled in embarrassment before you placed the plastic back and went to pick your purse and work folders.

He followed you right after, waiting despite his impatience while tapping his foot on the ground slightly.

"What the hell?" Yamada whispered while the woman nesides him smirked and whispered to both of her friends

"These two are dating for at least four months by now. Isn't it cute?"

"Cute? She is dating a sociopath ex criminal, and you found it cute?" Aizawa whispered monoustly.

"Hey. You didn't listened the stories that she tells me about him, so hush old man."

"... we have the same age."

"By you guys! See you on monday!" You waved at them while Chisaki hovered over your figurine like a hawks... subsconciously staring at them with his typical boreddom eyes.

You two left the room, leaving everyone; except Nemuri; with mouth agape or at least with wide eyes.

"NO WAY!" Yamada yelled before he lift himself from his chair and poked his head discretely out from the room, Aizawa and Nemuri following right after to sneak a peek.

The three gasped slightly at seing Chisaki, the man they knew for being a fearless and cruel individual and avoided any form of touch like he was the devil running away from the cross of Christ, snake his gloved hand discreetly in yours and hold while you giggled.

"My eyes are hallucinating or..?"

"Your eyes can't hallucinate Mic... but this is new."

"I told you two!"

Chisaki suddenly sended the three a one side death glare, making Yamada and Nemuri yelp in fear while Shota only deadpanned at his dumb friends.

He scoffed and returned his attention to you, muttering in oure irritation.

"Why you talk to those sick people anyway? They doesn't seem worth it not even of your presence."

"They are my coworkers and... friends Kai. I can't just ignore their existence."

"You should." He scoffed, soon sighing in relief at seing you both left the school grounds.

"Anyway, how was work?" You skiled up at him, receiving a sigh of his while he let go of your hand to place his own on his pocket.

"Disgusting, irritating and annoying. Nothing new."

"Hm I see." You mused with a smile.

"... you're free?" He asked, avoiding your curious eyes.

"Have some papers to assign and a few gardes and final tests to make and correct... why?"

"Does it take long?" You looked at your folders and winced at the huge amount...

"A little." You sadly commented, already feeling tired of only looking at them.

He sighed again with a hint of dissapointment before a idea popped into his head.

"You cleaned your appartment?" You deadpanned.

This is what you have to atture when your botfriend is a myshophobic/germophobic...

"Yeah? Only yesterday though, why?" You smiled nervously at his question before stopping by your car.

"...I, well..." he sighed in annoyance before spilling it out "If it is about biology or math I could help you a bit so this way you end things faster."

You tilted your head in confusion before finally getting what he truly meant, Chisaki wasn't difficult to understand especoally when he already was so close to you...

"I would like a extra hand if you wouldn't mind. Although there's nothing of yours in my place remember?"

"I can bring some clothes if you insist. Probably I will arrive by eight and a half or close to." He said monoustly while getting closer to you.

"Sounds perfect love. See you then." You smiled up at him, catching the hint of a tiny smile hrowing in his face.

"Here." He caressed one side of your face affectionately before placing a kiss on your lips affectionately right after he lowered down his mask.

"Love you." You whispered gently seing his smirk and the playfull roll of his eyes.

You distance yourself from him to emter your car before giving him a last kiss and a 'Bye my handsome, hi and bye Kurono!'

... wait. Kurono?

"Never saw you the type of getting affection neither giving it Kai." Smirked his friend behind him, luckily dodging a punch from Chisaki.

"Relax relax it was only a comment!" Exclaimed the man lifting his hands up in surrender.

"I should cut your tongue out after this." He growled before making his way to his home by walking.

"Gonna tell Pops about it?"

"If I don't tell he would discover anyway."

"That's true. Can you believe it there's people on the house betting when you're going to lose your virginity?" He choked on his own saliva at his indecent friend's comment.

"Pardon me what the actual hell?!"

"Yeah. Irinaka betted three more months."

"... I'm going to kill anyone included on this... no exceptions..." he growled before hurrying up his pace while Hari mumbled from behind to himself.

"Hopefully he doesn't discover that I betted one more year."

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Halloween is on the way~ Hee-hee so enjoy this little spooky treat~

Featuring: The Polterbitch

The Polterbitch is a terrifying, ghostly entity that manifested from Amy’s intense feelings of anger, hatred and resentment towards the people she felt hurt by.

This was inspired by IT, The Conjuring, Paranormal Activity and Lights Out, scary… because the polterbitch is very much like the ghosts in the Conjuring, Paranormal Activity and Poltergeist, but it’s also kinda sadistic like Pennywise... 

Lol it’s to be expected given that Amy was born from American Horror Story... so naturally... she brought the horror story to UA or at least lets them know that they need to start believing in horror stories.

Background:

After Amy temporarily quit UA, she isolated herself in her mansion, with Shinsou, Madison, Mallory and Coco there to keep her company. Unfortunately, Amy was distraught, upset and still feeling angry towards Izuku (who broke her heart) and Aizawa (who she felt close to but he upset her greatly) and All-Might (to a lesser extent), in her anger, a curse was born and accidentally unleashed into the school only moments when Amy exited the grounds.

After her departure, the class noted that it felt off without Amy and expressed concern when she left, with Mineta especially terrified and thinking that she probably cursed them. Soon after, strange things began to occur throughout the student’s school days, beginning with moments when the lights would turn on and off or noticing that things had been moved, with glass cups having been shattered or the refrigerator left open throughout the night with some snacks eaten.

 However, Izuku was the first to become a victim of these strange happenings, with his homework assignments suddenly flying out of his backpack, or attempting to get a glass of water only for the glass to never fill up no matter how much water was poured into it. A visible event that startled those who witnessed it.

Tokoyami accurately deducted that it was a curse and reluctantly noted that Mineta was right, but Izuku didn’t really want to believe that curses were real, but it didn’t stop his classmates (including Todoroki, Uraraka and Aoyama) from kinda avoiding him when unlucky things started happening to him.

Initially, the curse did mostly harmless and minor tricks, such as turning the lights on and off, placing objects in different places in the dorm buildings and opening the doors through invisible means. As well as more bad luck occurring, with Izuku got the full brunt of the curse, but Aizawa faced several misfortunes as well.

Other simple things happened, such as perfectly ripe apples ended up being rotten and decayed upon being chewed, Izuku’s All-Might figurines are stacked up in a way he didn’t stack them before after turning around for a moment, his homework papers suddenly come flying out when he opens his bag  and then a raccoon kept randomly attacking him upon opening the refrigerator, the pantry, his locker and when he tries to shower.

Likewise, Aizawa was attacked by the same raccoon when attempting to sleep in his sleeping bag or when he attempts to grade test and after grading them, the next day his students note that there weren’t any grades on the papers when he returned them. All-Might however, experienced more harmless tricks such as finding his books stacked up when he turned around for a moment, or finding playing cards in his wallet instead of money when trying to buy snacks.

In the duration of a week, the students became paranoid and a disgruntled Aizawa set up cameras to figure out what was happening and to his and their horror, the cameras showed things happening such as the doors being opened and items being moved in the kitchen, and it became more apparent that the curse was real. The curse’s tricks became less harmless and the curse began to take on a humanoid form that lurked in the shadows and began to openly terrorize and horrify any who were unlucky enough to encounter it, or if it simply felt like screwing with their minds.

Students such as Izuku, Uraraka and Jirou then pleaded Shinsou for his help, but when he visited the dorms nothing happened during his presence (due to his friendship with Amy), and he was aware that there was a minor curse on them, but he neglected to tell them just for his own amusement.

Shinsou: There’s nothing going on here you lunatics.

Izuku: Then why are all these bad things happening?! I spent the entire night locked in the pantry downstairs and my phone j-j-just died! I had it charged and it just died! And the lights wouldn’t even work!

Uraraka: Three days ago I saw the door close! By itself! And a chair moved by itself too! Aizawa-sensei was with us he saw it!!

Shinsou: It could’ve been your classmate Hagakure.

Jirou: It is NOT Hagakure! There’s something going on in here! And it all happened as soon as Amy left!

Shinsou: A lot of things have happened whenever she leaves. Not just this series of unfortunate circumstances and coincidences.

Mineta: These aren’t coincidences! It’s a curse! An evil witch’s curse! She cursed Midoriya and now she’s cursed all of us!

Shinsou: (irritated) You guys were going through a lot of stress during the time before and after. Perhaps it’s just your guilt manifesting.

Izuku: Shinsou it is NOT that! Please just tell Amy to stop doing whatever she’s doing, please?! I beg of you...!

Shinsou: She’s recovering at her house. You should’ve been nicer to her when she was here and maybe she would, but she doesn’t have to, because she isn’t doing anything.

Amy had no idea what was going on though, as she was unaware that she had placed a curse on UA and that it gleefully terrified and haunted the school. At least until her classmates began texting her and begging her to help them and turn off the curse, initially she didn’t believe it because she wasn’t aware that she could create curses, but Todoroki’s text ended up convincing her to go back momentarily to UA for inspection. 

To her horror she realizes that she did indeed place a curse upon them that took on the form of a poltergeist that she dubbed a ‘polterbitch’ because the curse had no desire to kill anyone, but rather, just enjoyed playing mind games and scaring all the people she hated, and she found it hilarious due to how many people and children were frightened by the haunting. 

Still, because some of her friends were afraid, she reluctantly lessened the curse after reading a spell on how to, and to her annoyance she discovers that the curse was born from her emotions and it urges her to work on herself because while she admits she still holds anger towards certain people, that she doesn’t want her friends and the people she liked to suffer for it. 

Taking this to heart and working to improve on herself, Amy’s curse began to dissipate, the happier she was with Shinsou and her girlfriends, and also... meeting Ashlen online also brightened up her spirits, along with meeting her friend Ambrose is what enabled the curse to be uplifted from UA with nothing else occurring afterwards.

Personality:

The polterbitch, strictly speaking, functions as a curse and a poltergeist that haunts the area it was placed upon, as Amy unknowingly cursed UA in her moment of resentment and anger. Initially, it began as a curse that enabled unfortunate mishaps to occur throughout the dorms and played harmless pranks that alarmed and freaked out Amy’s classmates and friends particularly since they couldn’t explain them. It has a wicked sense of humor as it finds amusement in scaring the daylights out of people, even giggling at their fear, but it can be playful as well as it also giggles at the frustrations of Iida, Bakugou and All-Might.

Mischievous at first, the curse became increasingly wild, turning lights on and off and being especially active at night time and shortly afterwards began to take on a more active presence to the point where Dark Shadow, another entity, was able to communicate with it through the TV one late night at 3 am. However, when Todoroki (who had trouble sleeping) arrived in time to watch the shadow talking to the TV he was skeptical until he heard a voice’s whispers and believed it to be Amy, and in turn, the curse took on her form (albeit appearing more like a specter, ghostly figure) and began to speak to him. Implying that curse still retains Amy’s attachments as it seemed to recognize Todoroki and it took her form for him to be comfortable with and it seemed the most comfortable interacting with him as it never attempted to interact with any other friend.

The polterbitch does not seem outwardly cruel, or rather, is selective in who it plays tricks on, as it did nothing to harm friends like Shinsou, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu or Kaminari, even helping them when they misplaced items with the polterbitch putting Kaminari’s correct book in his backpack or attacking Mineta when he attempted to look up Yaoyorozu’s skirt. Although it still enjoyed playing harmless tricks on Iida and Bakugou, but more out of playfulness rather than malice as it fondly giggled at their annoyance and did nothing to harm them.

Unfortunately, it retained Amy’s anger towards certain people as it went from speaking calmly with Todoroki to animalistically roaring when Aizawa found Todoroki still awake at an ungodly hour and it immediately fled when spotted by him. Likewise, the polterbitch took a twisted delight in terrorizing Izuku in particular by playing endless tricks that became much more fearful that scared the hell out of him. It seemed to also have Amy’s sense of humor, albeit far more wicked as it enjoyed the fear it got out of people, including the Big 3 and Aizawa, who were visibly startled by it’s actions such as shutting the doors and moving chairs before their eyes. Although, the polterbitch did also use physical violence when especially provoked, as it also beat the tar out of Mineta during an exercise for spying on the girls.

Showcasing that the polterbitch has two sides, one that is gentle, playful and passive with Amy’s friends, and another that is aggressive, sadistic and beastly towards the people she hates or feels anger and resentment towards..

The polterbitch is assumed to speak, as Dark Shadow and Todoroki seemed to hear and understand what it was saying, but when others watched it interact with them, they heard nothing from it as it’s mouth opened.

It’s cruelty and trickery all varies and depends on Amy’s emotions as the polterbitch is fueled by Amy’s negative emotions such as anger and resentment towards certain people, however, it can be staved away by happiness and love as the polterbitch dissipated with a smile when Amy received love and support from friends such as Shinsou and Madison, and when she found comfort in a new friend. 

Abilities:

Curse Embodiment: The polterbitch functions as a curse built from Amy’s anger and resentment and thus primarily acts on these emotions to terrify the people she’s most angry with or simply hates. 

Intangibility: The polterbitch can go through walls and other items. 

Invisibility: Although it lurks mainly in the shadows, the polterbitch can make itself invisible from others and also lets itself be seen when it wants to be seen. 

Teleportation: The polterbitch can suddenly appear in other places, although it’s implied that it can do this through the use of shadow travel and lurking in darkness.

Speed: The polterbitch is very fast, but primarily utilizing darkness for speed. 

Fear Inducement: Stemming from Amy’s resentment, the polterbitch induces fear in those it’s creator is angry with and gleefully does so in an almost sadistic manner.

All in all the polterbitch is a metaphor for lingering toxicity and how it can harm others, even the ones you didn’t intend to hurt and that it can return, but it can also go away too and it can stay away as long as good choices are made for ones self.

Incantation: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...

[bananaink]

KeGo December Day 13 - Window

Izuku crossed his arms in front of his chest, a slight sting shooting through his ribs, and stared after a woman on her bike down the street. She had too many grocery bags on her stupidly colorful bike and swayed dangerously from side to side. Someone tried to help her but she just smiled and kept on. She made it out of Izukus field of view safely and left him bored again.

He sighed against the window and looked over his shoulder to check on Aizawa. He was still sitting with his back to Izuku at the kitchen counter, either reading or scribbling something down. His mug had stopped steaming so he would probably refill it soon but otherwise it was quiet in the apartment with almost no movement.

Boredom was something he wasn't really used to. Usually he would either hide from his brother, avoid his father or work with/for Kurogiri. If these didn’t apply, he would care for his wounds, scavenge for food or write in his journal. But all of the above were just... gone. Not an option. His fingers itched for a pen and his notebook but to get it he’d have to leave the apartment which – as the police, Aizawa and reluctantly Izuku had agreed on – would not be possible for a few more days. Maybe weeks. Just to be safe. Just until they were sure he was safe, his mom was safe, his wounds had healed and they had decided what to do with him.

Nervously, he eyed Aizawas back. The underground hero hadn’t exactly offered to take him in, just told the police to call him when questions would arise, herded him away from the station, into a car and then drove back here. Then he had proceeded to dump Izuku on the couch and empty the storage room of any and all storage. And now Izuku was trapped in a very weird limbo, unsure about anything. What would happen to him?

And to make matters worse, he had never felt so full of energy. His muscles didn’t ache, bones didn’t creak, his stomach wasn’t cramping with hunger and the few restless hours of sleep gave him so much more focus to work with. So much more he could observe, analyze. And no notebook to write it down. Great.

Well, he was supposed to be resting, lying down and letting all that energy work out his lingering injuries which were still stinging and burning and pulsing here and there - but that just wasn’t an option with Aizawa so close. And every time he closed his eyes, his brother loomed over him.

He paced in front of the window again - four steps, turn, four steps, repeat - and eyed the plant on the little table outside. It looked even sadder with only one green leaf remaining on its dried and frozen body. Izuku found himself guessing how long someone had to ignore a plant for it to reach this state of more-dead-than-alive. Maybe days? Weeks? But it would get water from rain and direct sunlight, wasn’t that supposed to be the only thing for plants to grow? How could it still die? Frowning, Izuku bit down on his lip to keep his bubbling words down and when he heard Aizawa standing up to refill his mug, he stopped and watched him over his shoulder.

But the adult just sat down again, sighing and popping his shoulders, stretching his arms over his head. Izuku grimaced in sympathy at the sound. Sitting hunched over a table did bad things to a back and Ereaserhead hadn’t moved for hours. Aizawa scratched his head, ruffling his already wild black hair and turned to look over his shoulder. Immediately Izuku swiveled his stare outside again, crossing his arms and pretending to be very engrossed in something down the street. His skin prickled a little bit and he started pacing again as soon as the hero's attention wasn’t on him anymore.

He managed ten minutes of mindlessly staring outside with glances at the clock in-between before he looked over his shoulder again. Aizawa was still sitting there. With his back turned. Working or something. Izuku took a deep breath and quietly let it out again, before scratching the side of his head and glaring at that back. This was dumb. He was bored out of his mind. And Aizawa just sat there. Being busy.

“You’re annoying.”, he said with sudden vigor and flexed his hands, waiting for a reaction.

“Okay.”, came the deep answer, obviously distracted.

“And stupid.”

“Mh-Hm.”

Izuku lifted his hands to phantom-strangle Aizawa from across the room, barely stopping himself from hissing in frustration. The adult had been nothing but quiet and nonconfrontational for the duration of Izukus stay and it started to get on is nerves. Especially if he had nothing better to do but stare outside a window and worry his head off.

He paced for two minutes more, grumbling under his breath and watching a cloud, looking like a muffin, move over the sky before he glared at the hero again. He seemed so aloof in these walls. As if he had nothing to fear, presenting his back to Izuku, napping defenselessly slumped on a chair or carelessly handling Izuku knives to chop vegetables.

He could have attacked Ereaserhead by now easily. Yeah, Izuku would probably spectacularly lose but not before inflicting enough harm to scar the hero. Not that he wanted to fight but this indecisive situation, this fear of the unknown, the question of would he be allowed to stay or send away...

Rubbing his scarred cheek, he made a decision. Probably a stupid one, reckless and born from spite but it would be better than smashing his face against the wall or staring at the vulnerable back or waiting and giving another person the power to decide.

Making sure that his pacing went on for a few more seconds, he slowly made his steps quieter, lighter until he was sure Aizawa couldn’t hear them anymore. Then, he chose a path that would avoid that one creaky floorboard beside the couch and keep himself out of Aizawas line of vision, if he decided to turn the same way he had done before. That should give him a few seconds if push came to shove. He tip-toed to the big bookshelf and its inhabitants, zeroing in on the well-used ones and buzzing with anticipation.

It only took him ten, maybe fifteen minutes of nerve-wrecking silence and hyper focused movements to not drop anything, but once he was done, he quietly went back to the balcony-window and made his pacing slowly audible again. Then he threw some huffs and sighs into the mix. Aizawa just sipped his cold coffee.

Izuku crossed his arms in front of his chest and eyed the bookshelf. Inconspicuous and not the biggest inconvenience he had made but still annoying enough. That should show the pro hero to leave him alone to his own devices. And maybe jog his decision...

An annoyed but slightly impressed Shouta stood in front of his bookshelf, holding “How to live like your cat” in one hand and “Well, you are Single - How to cook for one” in the other. Neither had been the one he needed.

Gazing up at his shelf he frowned at the turned picture-frames, his cat-figurines and books facing the walls and that dumb Present Mic action figure Hizashi kept sneaking into his home delicately balanced on its ridiculously accurate hairstyle.

He turned to look at the boy currently highly interested in the window, tapping the glass and fidgeting on the spot. After ten silent seconds of staring at the back of his head, Midoriya even squished one cheek against the window and hummed an innocent tune. Shouta turned back to the shelf, eyeing the turned books. Even the highest figurines he himself struggled to reach were turned - how in the hell had Midoriya managed to reach them without Shouta noticing?

And – more importantly – why?

“Midoriya.”, he said, voice unexpectedly loud in the silence surrounding them. The kid almost jumped out of his skin and up the ceiling, but he still turned around with the most clueless expression Shouta had ever seen.

“Why?”

The boy eyed Shouta intensely first before glancing at the bookshelf.

“I’ve asked myself the same thing. Seems impractical to store them like this, Ereaserhead. You can’t even read the labels or see the pictures.”

“No... Why would you do that?”

“Do what? Improve your mind with casual memory tasks? Save you from thousand dead cat-eyes staring into your soul?”

“That’s not an answer to my question.”, Shouta tried to say without exasperation and put the two books back were Midoriya had sorted them. Backs facing the walls.

“And I told you to call me Aizawa when I’m out of costume.”

“Sure beans. You’re welcome by the way.”

The pro hero rubbed his forehead, sighed and then put his hands on his hips, turning fully to look at Midoriya. The kid flinched hard again despite his confident voice and the impressive defiance in his eyes.

“Alright, undo all of this. And get me my books on the history of quirk manifestation back in order please, I need them.”

Midoriya stared at Shouta for a few seconds with an unreadable expression. Long enough for it to almost get uncomfortable. But then the kid shrugged and walked over. Stiff and tense but he made sure to sound as carefree as he tried to move.

“A shame, this is so much more exciting. Which book will you get? Cats, cooking, history or even more cats? You never know.”

With that he shuffled close and started picking specific books out and piling them at his feet. Shouta eyed the covers and quickly realized that he was sorting them by genre. The kid had memorized the books and their placement which wouldn’t be that impressive if it weren’t for the fact that Shouta had a whole wall of books. He himself never cared about a specific order or sorting system since he only used a handful of them regularly. One section for school-related books and one for his favorite cat-themed-ones. But other than that, he just stuffed them somewhere in hopes of forgetting them. Most of them weren’t even his since he usually had no time to read anyway.

Midoriya pulled out a ‘teaching for dummies – part 3’ book and Shouta sighed at the memory of that specific birthday party. Hizashi had been oh so funny...

Shouta sighed, watched the kid and wanted to cross his arms over his chest to get comfortable, but suddenly Midoriya ducked into a crouch and swirled around, eyes wide and face ashen. He knocked a small pile of books over and Shouta froze with his arms halfway in the air. The boy in turn froze with his shoulders curled, eyes jumping all over Shoutas body and lingering on his hands. He looked scared. Prepared. As if expecting a hit.

They blinked at each other – one surprised and one expectant.

Okay.

So, that happened.

The kid took a measured breath, awkwardly saying something about being startled by a spider and quickly tried to play his own reaction off by grabbing the knocked over books. As he stood up to sort them back into the shelf in alphabetical order, the pro hero carefully lowered his hands again, stuffing them into his pockets. Right. Traumatized kid. Not fond of hands. He carefully observed his forcefully relaxed body movements and how he always had Shouta at least halfway in his vision. His back never fully turned towards him.

He gripped the books a little bit too tight.

“Midoriya-”, he said and the kid startled bad enough to let the book go, frantically trying to catch it before it hit the ground and knocked three more to the floor in the process. He winced and tucked his flailing arms back in before presenting Shouta with another very innocent look over his shoulder. The underground hero sighed.

“Is there something you maybe want to let me know?”, he asked and Midoriya – for a very hot second - looked trapped. But he quickly caught himself, fiddling with the sleeves of Aizawas borrowed pullover that looked entirely too big on him and made his face as expressionless as possible. His cheek twitched and he tried to hide it by scratching his scar. Unnecessarily hard, digging into the skin. Aizawa suppressed a frown at that because the boy looked on edge and ready to bolt. His attempt at a casual shrug looked stiff and forced.

“Your plant is dying. Pretty negligently for a pro hero.”, he said, surprisingly sure of himself and Shouta couldn’t shake the feeling that the boy was deflecting. He hummed in thought, eyes roaming over Midoriya and his posture. He was obviously still in pain, holding himself a little lopsided and tense but at the same time he had managed to rearrange his whole bookshelf as quiet as a trained professional.

And it had taken him a lot of focus to pull that off.

Midoriya eyed him from under his long and unruly curls, still very expectant and tense. As if waiting for a sentence. A verdict. Shouta sighed and let his eyes wander to the balcony. The door was still open a small gap because Midoriya really didn’t like closed doors and tended to flee to the open when anxious. Shouta would have to keep that in mind, especially regarding the costs of keeping his home nice and cozy. Maybe more blankets? That’s when a thought entered his head and he would have face-palmed himself if not for the fact that the boy was still fidgeting right beside him.

“I must apologize. I haven’t been as openly with my communication as I promised I’d be.”, he started and Midoriyas face fell a little bit, devoid of color before he swallowed and ridigly turned to the bookshelf. He fidgled with a cat-figurine in stiff hands and had his shoulders up to his ears.

“Whatever.”, he hissed, tightly.

Shouta sighed again, feeling dumb and sheepish and not like someone ready to decide something so big for a boy with a history as complex as Midoriyas. He had talked with Inko Midoriya about this, with Hizashi, with Tsukauchi and with the principal, but not even once with the kid in question. Had wanted to wait until he’d have the paperwork read, until he’d have everything planned out, thought out. He had wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing and showing the anxious, traumatized and scared kid that he could take care of him and his needs, that he’d have a plan, that he’d make sure he’d get the help he and anyone in his position deserved. But that seemed to have backfired.

Midoriya had his eyes on his work, diligently putting the books back in order, but his eyes were dull and tired. His whole frame seemed to have sunken in.

“I am in the process of getting full custody over you.”, Shouta said and watched again how the kid let go of everything he had held in his hands. Surprised he twirled around, eyes wide but quickly tried to stifle his reaction and looked at the ground, gritting his teeth.

“There is a lot of paperwork tat needs to be filled out but I am confident that I’ll be able to take care of you.”, Shouta said and tried hard not o sound like he was selling himself too much. The kid jus scrunched up his nose and Shouta – for a short second – feared that he had made the wrong decision, but then the kid rubbed his arm and leaned to the side. Unconciously closer to Shouta.

“Why?”, he asked and Shouta found green eyes starin caustiosly up at him. Shouta knew he had to be honest with the kid right now, so he took a deep breath and met the gaze head on.

“Because...”, he started “... I won’t hand you off to some kind of orphanage or rehabilitation system provided by the hero-society. With your history, people will treat you differently, unfair and cruelly. I’ve seen it happen, have dealt with the outcome. It will happen and that’s horrible, but under my guard I can protect you, prepare you, help you. I won’t let people make you into a villain.”

Immediately Midoriya jerked up, eyes blazing with fury.

“I’m not a villain!”, he seethed and Shouta met his fury with calmness.

“I know that. Still doesn’t change the fact that people might think differently when they find out and act on that.”

Midoriya sagged and looked to the ground, frustration and sadness rolling off him in waves. He absentmindedly touched his scarred cheek, tracing the handprint-shape and then frowned miserably.

“What... what about my mom?”, he asked, voice small and finally sounding like the young, scared boy he really was. Shouta felt the urge to reach out and put a hand on the boys head, offering comfort like he used to do with kids. But he stopped himself and instead leaned a little bit down to catch a better look off his face.

“She is still your mother and nothing will change that. As soon as you decide that you want to live with her again, you’ll be able to-”

“No, I- I don’t-”, Midoriya interrupted him and then looked mortified by it. But Shouta just waited until he had gathered his words.

“She- is she going to be fine? People- if people find out about me and the-”, at this he scratched his cheek harshly again, ”-won't she suffer, too?”

Shouta felt his chest give a painful little twinge at the pure raw feelings in that freckled face, laid bare and obviously terrified by it.

“She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.”, he said with as much conviction he could give and held the green-eyed stare for as long as he could. Midoriya broke it off with a little doubtful frown. And Shouta supposed that he could do nothing about it for now. So he looked at the books again.

“Now that we clarified this... finish with this and then we can go over the paperwork together. I asked of you to be honest and open with me as much as you could. It’s only fair I offer you the same.”

Midoriya stifled a sniff and went silently to work.

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Who is behind almost four days in their own challenge? This Idiot! ᕕ(◉Д◉)ᕗ 

Well, the temperatures in germany suddenly spiked and so I got hit with a migraine ready to burn a whole in my skull so... I blame the new lost day on that :’D

However! I made it and that’s all that matters :D

As usual, check out @banashee, wo is so much more disciplined than me and I crossposted this chapter on AO3!

Also, check out the kego prompts! :D

[zukuthehero]

Bakugo’s Secret Collection

I did a commission for @everythingbaku​ Hope you like it <3

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Ren laughed at Kirishima’s story as they walked through the mall.

“And then Mina skidded across the ground and slammed into the wall, haha, instead of- ha, instead of doing the flip- snicker- like she wanted.” He was laughing so hard he barely got the story out.

“You’re so mean!” Mina whined, shoving him gently, but she was grinning too.

“Oh!” Kaminari said excitedly. “Look! It’s Midoriya!”

Ren moved over to see. Kaminari had rushed to a store window, looks like one of the hero merchandise stores.

He lit up.

Looking in the window, Ren could see that there was a figure of Midoriya, mid-kick, just sitting in the window. The outfit was even fairly accurate, getting the arm braces right along and the hood flapping from behind, even the shade of green was almost exactly like Midoriya’s. Beside it was one of Uraraka, floating on a rock, hands out.

“Oh!” Ren beamed, “There are figures of our classmates? Do they have the rest of you? Hang on let’s go in.”

Ren hurried into the store with Mina, moving to the figurine section and finding the Midoriya (Deku?) figurine. Mina cooed when she found one with him holding Eri, when they fought Overhaul.

“These are adorable!”

“He looks so fierce!” Ren said, admiring the one of him mid-kick.

“Totally manly,” Kirishima added from behind them.

“Let me see if there are others!” Ren said, starting to dig through the other figurines, “I’m gonna try to find the whole class.”

“This is dumb, why would you want figures of those extras anyways?”

Ren just sent Bakugo a quick smile, not fazed by his normal grumbles.

Ren managed to find one of Tsu, her tongue out and in a fighting pose.

“It’s so cool, they’re even pretty accurate!”

“Yeah,” Kirishima agreed. “Especially for bootlegs.”

“Are they all bootleg?” Ren asked, picking up a figure of Mashirao. “This one looks official.”

“I think the figures are official,” Mina said. “But the jackets and hats and stuff don’t seem to be.”

“I just can’t believe we have figures while we’re still at school,” Sero muttered, picking up a figurine of Momo.

“Ooh,” Ren said. “Can I have that? I need to get one for everyone in the class now, or everyone that they have.”

“Yeah sure.” Sero passed it over to Ren, who put it in the basket he grabbed. He would get figures of everyone, and maybe something extra for a few.

“Oh my god,” Mina called. “There’s a Red Riot hat.”

“What!? Kirishima called, darting over. “Oh, that’s so manly!”

Ren moved over to see too, finding Mina shoving on a red hat, with a top styled like Kirishima’s hair.

“Oh, I love that!” He agreed, reaching for one of his own and noticing a few other hats, like an Ingenium one, and a Shoto one with two colored sides.

There was even one for Bakugo! It looked based on his mask additions.

“I need all of these,” Ren muttered.

“There’s a lot more merchandise for us than I expected.” Kirishima said. “I mean, we’re still students. Most full-time heroes don’t even get that much merchandise, not if they’re not high on the charts or popular locally.”

“Yeah! It’s really cool,” Sero agreed.

“They have a jacket based on Midoriya too! Oh, and one based on Uraraka, that’s cute I’d wear that.” Mina held up a stylish pink, black, and white jacket.

“You’d look good in it,” Ren said cheerfully.

Mina flashed him a grin, “Thanks. What are you gonna get?”

Ren hummed, “A little bit from everyone if I can find them all.”

“Ugh, we’re gonna be here all day.” Bakugo grumbled.

“Oh, cheer up, it’s great that we have merchandise! Don’t you want to get something?”

“No.”

“Well, you don’t have to get anything,” Ren said. “But it’s really cool to learn that they have merchandise for us. I didn’t know that.”

Bakugo just grumbled, sulking along behind them as they kept rummaging through the aisles.

“Oh! Here’s one for Mr. Aizawa.”

“Wait seriously? I’ve never been able to find merchandise for him.” Ren rushed over to Sero.

And indeed, there was a Mr. Aizawa figure, mid jump with red eyes, hair up, and capture scarf whirling around him.

“That’s amazing!”

“It’s so realistic, haha, I almost expect my quirk to be gone,” Kirishima laughed.

“Ugh, I don’t know if I brought enough money to get all of it,” Ren muttered.

He dug out his wallet and checked the cash he brought.

“I guess I could use my card, but I try to limit that.”

“You can borrow some from me if you want,” Mina offered. “Just pay me back later.”

“Really,” Ren beamed at her. “That would be great!”

“Or you could just not waste your money on stuff for these extras.” Bakugo huffed.

Ren rolled his eyes, “It’s stuff for me though.”

“It’s stuff of the extras,” Bakugo pointed out. “Just for you. Why would you waste money on them?”

“Because they’re my classmates and friends,” Ren laughed, sending Bakugo a teasing smile. “Come on Bakugo, just cause you’re the best of the best doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate everyone else too.”

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. It’s your money to waste if you want.”

“Thank you, I will.”

Bakugo huffed.

“Ooh, look!” Mina chirped. “They have tape! Based on Sero’s tape!”

“Isn’t that just normal tape?” Bakugo grumbled.

“Oh! The dispenser looks like his arms!” Ren chirped, “That’s awesome.”

“That’s so cool, I need that for my room!” Kirishima cheered, snagging it. “Totally getting this.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” Sero said, but he was smiling.

“We should make these the official class tape dispensers,” Mina grinned.

“Don’t you da-“

“Why would we do that?” Ren asked sweetly. “We have Sero already.”

“You suck,” Sero laughed.

“Okay but if they have Sero tape dispensers, do they have other things too?”

“Obviously, you guys have been looking at it all this whole time.” Bakugo pointed out.

“No, I mean daily stuff!” Kirishima insisted. “Like, uh, blankets, or um, soap or something.”

“Soap or something,” Bakugo said flatly.

“Oh come on, it’s manly!”

“Alarm clocks?” Mina offered.

“Yeah!”

“Speaking of,” Kaminari said. “I found alarm clocks.”

“Hahaha, that’s Koji, Oh, my gosh I love that.” Ren rushed over. “What sound does it make?”

Kaminari pressed the button.

It started tweeting like birds.

“Ooh, there are different settings! Looks like it has roars, bird tweets, growls, and… cicadas? What are cicadas?”

“They make really obnoxious noises at night,” Ren said. “Really loud, they’re pretty big too.”

“Huh, weird,” Sero said.

Ren looked through the shelves in this area of the store. There were a lot of actual hero merch, stuff for ranked heroes, but they also had a decent amount of merch for students.

There were some things from the third-year students too, a Le Million, a Suneater, and a Nejire-Chan.

The things that held Ren’s attention were the things for his year.

There was I Can’t Stop Twinkling glitter packs, Sugar Rush weights, Pinky Shampoos, and even Bakugo Bath Bombs.

Honestly Ren didn’t even know that there was merch for heroes like that.

“I want so much of this,” He mumbled. “I guess I’ll stick to one thing per class member.” Maybe.

He carefully picked out the Cellophane tape dispenser for Sero.

He spent a few minutes debating over getting a pinky figure for Mina, or the shampoo. Both were cool, and oh, there are hair pins styled like her horns!

Hmm…

He ended up grabbing the figure. He’ll get the other two later.

Next up, a Red Riot hat, a Red Riot rock collection, or a Red Riot figurine.

The rock collection would be hilarious, but Ren settled on the hat. He could wear that around to support Kirishima, or just to mess with him. Both works.

Looking through the Charge Bolt merch he found, oh haha, there’s a plug outlet styled like Kaminari. That’s hilarious. He definitely needs that. The figurine is cool but being able to use Kaminari as a plug is way cooler.

Ren dropped that in the basket.

Alright then, obviously getting the Deku figurine (he picked the one of Midoriya with Eri, it just seems so much more like Midoriya that he couldn’t not get it), and he did love the jacket for Uravity, a short debate with himself settled it and he shoved that into the basket next.

He was just looking at the Froppy merch when Kirishima called him over.

He moved over and flushed when he realized it was a figurine of him.

“Look, Ren, it’s you!” Mina looked so pleased.

It was him in his chimera form, ready to battle with his blue fur and hair. He looked a bit fierce.

Bakugo was leaning over too, “They actually managed to get your looks right, not a bad figurine.”

Ren stifled his blush, shooting Bakugo a smile, “Aww, thanks. And I’m honored you think I look good.”

Bakugo scoffed, “I didn’t say that.”

Mina laughed, “I think you look great, Ren. They really captured your fierceness.”

Ren grinned at her, “Thanks Mina.”

“Okay but like, guys,” Kirishima gushed. “I think they have at least two things for every person in the class. I found a jacket for Ren too. And headphones for Jiro-“

“Headphones for Jiro? Where!?” Ren asked excitedly, he needed a new pair of headphones anyways.

Kirishima laughed and passed him a pair to put in his basket.

“Yeah, like I was saying. They’ve got figurines for everyone that I’ve been able to find, and like, there are Ingenium shoes, our Iida Ingenium shoes, not his older brother. Though I guess they’re basically the same…”

“Oh! I’ve been needing new shoes. Where are those?” Ren asked, peering at Kirishima in excitement.

“Dude do you have the money for all this?” Kaminari asked, peering into Ren’s basket.

“Of course I do!” Ren said with a huff.

He mentally went through how much money he has, plus Mina said she would lend some…

Yeah, he should be good.

“I’ll help pay if he needs it, and I think this is great. We can have something of our friends with us. It’s super sweet!” Mina beamed at them.

“Mina is right,” Kirishima said. “It’s super manly to support your classmates.”

Bakugo was rolling his eyes majorly as he leaned against the shelf where the figurine of Ren was.

“Whatever.”

Ren rolled his eyes fondly but moved on to finding more stuff for the class.

He found some Animan animal treats that were cute, he could feed some of Mr. Aizawa’s cats!

Speaking of Mr. Aizawa, he snagged the figurine of his grumpy teacher.

He grabbed a Froppy figurine as well (the Froppy themed wash clothes were cool but he didn’t have need of them).

He hummed and studied the sugar rush stuff, either the weights, the figurine, or the candy pack.

…

He grabbed the candy pack (with eight different kinds of candy!).

He found a soft Dark Shadow blanket, and a cool pair of gloves styled like Invisible Girl (soft and warm, they’ll be good for winter). He found a cool soft scarf for Tail Man too.

He debated over the stuff for Momo, there was a cool figurine, but there was also a cool periodic table set, which would be helpful in chemistry, and it was themed off of her…

He bought the periodic table set after Bakugo shoved it into his hands, grumbling that he was taking too long.

He grabbed a mug for Shoto, it was a plain black that apparently turns white when cold and red when hot. Which he may be really excited to try back at the dorm.

He laughed at the reaching tool for Dupli-Arms. He was definitely buying that, it’s so funny.

He tossed the shoes that Kirishima mentioned earlier into his basket, the Ingenium shoes. They’re basically the same as the one’s Iida’s older brother had, but they’re still cool.

And finally, he found a cool figurine of Bakugo.

“Well,” Ren said, studying his haul. “That looks like everyone.”

“What about Mineta?” Sero asked.

“Whosa?”

“… Nevermind.”

“Why don’t we pay and go get lunch?” Mina chirped.

“Sounds good to me,” Ren agreed, heading to the front to pay.

“Oh!” Kirishima said. “You forgot yourself.”

Ren laughed, “I’m not gonna pay for a figurine of myself.”

“But it’s awesome,” Kaminari insisted.

“I don’t have the money to spare to get a figurine of me too, guys.”

Mina giggled, “Show yourself some love! It’s super cool that we all have figures.”

“Are you guys buying figures of yourselves?” Ren asked as he got in line, Mina beside him.

“No,” She said. “But I might get one of me later! It’s fun, and it would be cool to commemorate it.”

“Yeah, makes sense.”

“Yo, did you guys see where Bakubro went?” Kirishima asked.

“No, did he wander off?”

“He disappeared a few minutes ago.”

“Strange, I’m sure he’ll turn up. Maybe he saw something interesting.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Ren reached the front and flashed the helper a smile as they started scanning his purchases. A few minutes later he handed over his cash (all of it) and Mina added her’s to pay the rest (thankfully not nearly as much as he feared. He had enough to cover most of the purchase).

The two grabbed their bags (and Ren might have changed his arms to gorilla arms to handle them all, there was a lot) and headed out, finding Bakugo outside with his backpack dangling from one shoulder.

“You done now?”

“Yeah yeah Mr. Grumpy Pants. Let’s grab lunch now.”

“Finally,” He muttered.

“Oh hush,” Kirishima laughed. “You didn’t have to wait that long.”

“You guys just wouldn’t leave. The merchandise isn’t that interesting.”

“I think it’s super cool!” Mina said.

“Yeah, you mentioned. Once or a dozen times.”

“Oh, be nice,” Ren leveled a look at him. “There’s nothing wrong with having fun looking at merch for our class. I’m sure even you were excited about merch for yourself.”

Bakugo scoffed, his cheeks a faint pink. “Was not.”

“Are we getting food or what?” Sero and Kaminari were standing ahead, looking at us expectantly.

“Coming, coming,” Ren said, moving after them.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Ren stretched where he was sitting in one of the study rooms in the dorm.

The Bakusquad was supposed to be studying together but Bakugo hadn’t shown up yet.

“Should someone go get him?” Kaminari asked.

Ren huffed, “I’ll go. Maybe he just started studying on his own and lost track of time.”

Kirishima laughed, “That sounds like him.

Ren stood up, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Good luck!” Mina called.

“Bring back snacks,” requested Sero.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

Ren moved out of the room and to the elevator hitting the up button with a sigh.

He patiently waited for the elevator before getting in and hitting Bakugo’s floor.

A minute later he was walking down the hallway to Bakugo’s room.

He paused at the door, knocking loudly.

“Hey, Bakugo,” He called as he pushed the door open. “We were meeting to stu-“

Ren faltered at seeing Bakugo throwing a package to the side, just a second too late to stop Ren from seeing it.

It was from the store earlier in the day, the one with all the bootleg (and official figurine) hero merchandise.

The box had a figure in blue on it, a familiar figure in blue.

Ren stared at the picture of him on the box, before turning to look at Bakugo who was bright red.

“Don’t you know to wait until someone says you can come in!?” He snapped, trying to move to block Ren’s view.

But it was too late, Ren had already caught a glimpse behind him.

There, on the shelf that normally had a poster hanging from the one above it, covering up what was on the shelf, was a collection of figures and a few assorted additions.

His face went red.

There was a figurine of Ren in his Chimera: Beast Mode form, looking mid strike, one in his Chimera: Water Mode form with stylized waves around him, A Chimera Land mode figure mid run, one just him in his hero outfit, blue mask striking with the hood over it, and even on of him in his school uniform, mid-fight (he thinks it’s based on that time they got attacked during a non-hero related field trip).

There was also a little reading-light shaped like him, a fluffy scarf that looked like his blue hair, a shampoo bottle shaded blue like his hair, and a stuffed animal version of him. There were some pictures behind it as well, pictures of him fighting as a hero in one of the many disasters that the class kept getting in, and a few group shots of the group, plus one of just Bakugo and him hanging out.

“Bakugo,” Ren murmured.

“Shut up,” He scrambled to put his poster in front of it again. “We’re never talking about this again.”

“Bakugo that’s so sweet!”

“No.”

“I had no idea you admired me so much,” Ren continued, grinning widely now.

“Shut up.”

“Why, you even have a stuffed animal of me! It looks soft, is it soft?”

“No, go away, let’s go study.”

“But you were just putting up that new figure,” Ren leveled a pout at him, shooting a look to the figure laying on the bed. Another Chimera: Land form figure, but with different animals.

Bakugo growled at him.

“I don’t want to get in the way of your shrine-“

“It’s not a shrine!”

“It’s so well done, you clearly put a lot of work into it.”

“Oh shove off.”

“I’m very touched, it warms my heart to know you care so much.”

“Do not.”

“I mean, you were so flustered earlier, what with us buying figures, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you collected them, I’ll make sure to send you links to more!”

“No.”

“Did you get those posters custom made? I didn’t see any in the store.”

“I hate you.”

“Really! It’s the sweetest thing, I’m touched. Where did you get them?”

Ren had a shit eating grin on his face at this point, Bakugo’s hands sparking as his face stayed a bright red.

“You’re horrible, let’s go study.”

“But I am studying! I’m studying your amazing shrine to me.”

“It’s not a shrine! And we will never speak of this again, got it?” Bakugo leveled his best glare at Ren, who finally stopped.

The smile not leaving his face he nodded solemnly, “Oh course, another word of it won’t leave my lips.”

“Good.”

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Bakugo’s phone pinged two days later when he was returning from his morning run.

He glanced down and saw it was from Ren.

He smiled and clicked the link, then scowled.

“REN!”

He bolted towards Ren’s room, phone with a link to merchandise for Ren open on the screen clutched in his hand.

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75, Izuku and Kaminari, angst? It might be a weird combo idk.

this was a really fun combo to write!! i haven’t written much kaminari before, so i hope i did him justice!

Prompt #75 - Can I be alone right now?

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Izuku would like to think that he had a pretty good grasp on the characters that made up his class, thank you very much. Not even a year had passed since they had started here, at U.A, and Izuku would be proud to call the nineteen other members of his class his friends.

Aside from the boy being very knowledgeable in all of their quirks (although this was not something he liked admitting out loud), but he figured he knew a great deal about the individual hobbies his classmates took on, or other little quirky things about them others might not notice.

He knew that Iida always set aside an hour for reading every day, except Sunday’s where he did two. He knew Uraraka, despite her money issues, often liked to partake in homemade craft, often using disposable items that people were about to recycle. He knew that Asui (no, Tsu, he reminded himself) had a collection of pebbles and small rocks in her room, some she had been holding onto since she was a small child with a variety of colors, sizes and shapes.

Kirishima often liked to make his own little wooden figurines that he painted as gifts, thanks to his quirks. Ashido was amazingly good at cooking spicy foods, sometimes even managing to rival Kacchan. Tokoyami would take any sweaters or jumpers that somehow got left in the common room, ’borrowing’ them in his room for the time being and Jirou seemed to, surprisingly, be a big fan of classical and orchestral music. Yaoyorozu and Kouda seemed to both be fans of writing and drawing, respectively.

Last he knew, the latter two were trying to work together and make a short story about their classmates, which he honestly couldn’t wait to see.

But yes, Izuku would say that he knew all of his classmates fairly well - even Kacchan, as hostile as ever, seemed to have a fascination in reptiles of all creatures, and was currently set on getting permission from Mr. Aizawa to bring one to the dorms.

The boy didn’t know if this was normal or not…after all, before coming to U.A, he hadn’t had many, if any friends at all, reluctant to even consider that Kacchan so close…so can you really blame him, wanting to know everything he could about his classmates?

 But if he was being honest…there was one classmate who despite all of this, and despite his own outwardly demeanor…Izuku had to admit that he knew the least about this particular student. 

And it wasn’t that he wasn’t observing the other - it was quite the opposite, really. It just appeared that the student, Kaminari, knew how to hide his interests extremely well. It wasn’t something one would call the electricity-quirked user - secretive.

But…Izuku didn’t know what else to put to the other boy. Maybe he was just really shy with whatever it was that he liked doing? But surely he knew none of the class would laugh or make fun of him…

Not to mention that he wasn’t exactly the closest with the blond - who was usually a member of Kacchan’s small group, and the thought of asking the explosive blond leader was out of the question. Kacchan would tell him…but in his own loud, profanity-filled Kacchan-esque way.

No, if Izuku wanted to get closer to another classmate, this was the perfect opportunity. This was his chance.

 And Izuku might not be the best when it came to socializing and getting together with others…but surely it couldn’t be that hard, right?

 —–

 "Ah, Kaminari!!“

Izuku had waited until the following Monday, carefully keeping an eye on the blond as the group finished their classes for the day, waiting until they all got back to the dorms before he decided to approach the other with a raised hand and a light call. The boy startled out of whatever conversation he’d been having with Mineta, and Izuku only felt a little bad.

Judging by the blush and slight nosebleed on Mineta’s face, he should give himself a bigger pat on the back for stopping wherever that talk had been heading.

"Midoriya?”

The other hero-in-training looked confused, and Izuku couldn’t really blame him - neither went out of their way that much to talk about one another. Izuku could only smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, it’s about the English assignment we got today…I know you’re pretty good with English, and Todoroki’s not available to help out today…mind if we maybe work out the assignment together?”

Kaminari looked shocked, as if he’d literally shocked himself with his own quirk. “You want me…to help you?”

 In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t the best excuse…but Izuku wasn’t exactly lying either. His English could be downright awful at times. Even with his admiration of All Might…it left him with something less than desired.

 "I…I don’t think I could really be that helpful, eh? I’d just be distraction…“

Izuku refused to back down, "Think about it, Kaminari– you say you always have trouble writing it all down, right? We can help each other…I could even give you some notes on our Maths and Art classes-”

Kaminari moved in the blink of an eye, snatching Izuku’s arms. “Why didn’t you say anything before?! Man, not that I appreciate help from Kacchan, but he can be a reaaaal bummer!”

Izuku smiled at the use of his childhood friend’s nickname, letting the other teen start to drag him along towards the elevators. “So I take that as a yes?”

“Totally!! Oh, dude, we’re gonna have soo much fun!” It seemed as if Kaminari forgot the whole reason they were doing this already, “We’ll go to my room…no offence, but studying and doing homework, All Might watching me from every corner? A real creepy vibe, dude.”

 "Haha, yeah…….wait, what?“

 —–

 "Just throw your stuff wherever ya need to, bro!”

Izuku had seen the blond’s room once - when they had first moved in. He’d been…surprised, sure, by the others taste. But this…

“What an…interesting set up…”

Izuku had no clue where to look first. Kaminari just grinned, trotting right in and all but dumping his schoolbag onto the small table in the middle of the room, books spilling out as he searched through to find his English book.

 And that’s when Izuku saw it.

 A small notebook slid out, falling off the edge and landing on the floor with a quiet thump. Kaminari, too engrossed in finding the correct schoolwork, didn’t notice as Izuku walked over, picking up the notebook carefully in both hands.

It seemed to be about the same size as most of his quirk analysis notebooks…and it seemed extremely worn out, like it had been used a lot. On the front, in big kanji, was just one word that make the unruly-haired teen’s eyes lighten up in excitement.

‘QUIRKS’

Ehhh?! Kaminari keeps a book on quirks?! I mean, I guess it could be anything really…maybe he just thinks of quirks that would be cool to have? Or maybe…

“Hey, Kaminari? I never knew you were one for liking to know things about quirks!” Izuku proclaimed, waving the book around shyly with a hand as the blond’s head whipped up to look at him with wide eyes. Izuku just grinned, turning the notebook over in his hands, almost admiring it. “We should compare notes sometime! It’d be interesting to see how different or alike our notes could be…do you keep updated on heroes or just the class?”

As Izuku spoke excitedly, his scarred fingers began to open the cover of the book. He had no time to react to what came next. As fast as a snake striking, Kaminari’s hand grabbed onto Izuku’s wrist, squeezing tightly as the other hand grasped the book, snatching it out of Izuku’s own.

All Izuku could do was give some sort of yelp of surprise, yanking his hand back hard enough to almost stumble the other teen with his eyes wide.

A throbbing pain started in Izuku’s wrist, and he hissed, covering it with his free hand. “What was that for?”

The One for All user hadn’t seen how Kaminari’s face darkened, snapping back. “You shouldn’t open up other people’s stuff, Midoriya.”

 Izuku had never heard as much malice in the others tone, and even Kaminari seemed caught off guard, taking a step back. “Holy crap dude, I didn’t mean to snap!” he murmured apologetically, keeping his distance as he set the notebook aside on his shelf. “Really, I was way out of line…my notes aren’t any good though, sorry to grab you like that. Is your wrist alright?”

“Ah…yeah, it’s ok…” Izuku mumbled , stretching his fingers before looking at the boy who’d lashed out. “It should be fine.”

“Let me go get you an ice pack from downstairs!” Kaminari insisted, hurrying towards his door. “We can compare notes when I get back, if you’re still up for it?”

“…sure.”

 Izuku didn’t like the unease crawling in his gut, listening halfheartedly as the other told him to sit down and wait before dashing out. Izuku’s free hand tentatively rubbed at his sore wrist, frowning slightly at the force his classmate had decided to use.

Man, I mean, he’s right…but I’ve never seen Kaminari react like that before, and I know he tends to let other people get way closer than that…

An uneasy thought nagged at him, suggesting that perhaps the other had been hiding something within the notebooks contents - but Izuku decided to push that away with a shake of his head. This was Kaminari, after all, one of the nicest people in the class! Surely he, of all people, wasn’t hiding anything to warrant that kind of reaction…

But…

Izuku found himself carefully, quietly heading to the very same shelf Kaminari had put the notebook in the middle of the conflict, only hesitating for a few moments before he reached out, taking the item and sighing softly.

This feels really bad but…I feel like something’s…

Izuku couldn’t really put his finger on the unnatural, bad feeling about it all.

He opened the book–

only for the first page to be empty.

 Frowning, Izuku flipped through the next five, that were equally as blank, and stopped for a moment, eyes raking down the page critically. 

Is it invisible ink maybe? Or maybe he hasn’t even written anything…

But the hero student flipped to the next page, and his throat ran dry. For this page was full…very full. He nearly dropped it, green eyes frantically scanning the pages.

 His stomach crawled as he read the information on the page.

 Name: Aoyama Yuuga (Hero Name: Can’t Stop Twinkling)

D.O.B: 30/5/2XXX

Quirk: Naval Laser

Strengths: Able to shoot out laser in various spots with hero costume. Hyper-aware of surroundings. Able to bend his own light in various shapes. His quirk is exceptionally powerful on its own, and he has deadly accurate aim.

Weaknesses: Stomach hurts after using quirk at full-blast for 10-20 seconds. Has a bit of an ego. Body isn’t very adaptable to his quirk without his belt. Seems to be the odd one out in the class, and acts strangely around them - stands out.

Aoyama seems to think extremely highly of himself, and it would be quite easy to go under the guise of a fan of his, or even a civilian asking about what he calls his “fashion sense”. He loves anything related to France, as well as cheese. Not terribly too smart, but not one you would want to mess with, either. Has not yet trained himself in much when it comes to hand-to-hand or quirkless battling, and being hit with his quirk isn’t an option. Close range battling is best for taking him out.

Rating: 1/5. Body is too unstable to use for different quirks -  however his quirk, with the right base, would be acceptable for H.E.N Project #021

 and that wasn’t all - in any clear space were pictures of the boy himself in all his glory, for once unaware a photo had been taken. There was also a picture taken of the boys hero costume, little bits of writing detailing every part, and even where he would be most vulnerable to strike.

On the next page stated more information about the other blond in their class - his birthplace, current address, and even the basic information about his immediate family - and their quirks, too!

What the hell is all of this…? And this H.E.N Project…

 Izuku wanted to put the book down and leave, feeling a chill go down his spine…but the boy kept going, flicking through the pages and feeling his stomach sink even lower with every filled page he came across.

Ashido Mina

Asui Tsuyu

Iida Tenya

Uraraka Ochako

Mashirao Ojirou

Kirishima Eijirou

Kouda Koji

Satou Rikido

Shouji Mezou

Jirou Kyouka

Sero Hanta

Tokoyami Fumikage

Todoroki Shouto

Hagakure Tooru

Bakugou Katsuki…

 and finally,

 Midoriya Izuku

 Izuku didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, staring at the bottom of Kacchan’s final page before turning it to his own, not sure what he was suppose to be expecting. Well, what he had been expecting, at the least, was writing about as detailed as all his other classmates.

But how wrong he was.

Kaminari’s assessment on him didn’t only have pictures on the hero student himself - no. There were pictures of several others - heroes.

All Might and Gran Torino.

Izuku’s heart sped up, all air leaving his lungs when he also noticed older photos - not of him, but of an younger Gran Torino, of a younger All Might.

Of Shimura Nana. All Might’s mentor.

Izuku’s hands shook as he finally read the information listed, although his green eyes only stuck to one very specific part, one that just about sent the boy into pure terror at the thought of being found out.

 Quirk: One for All.

Counterpart to All for One. One for All allows Midoriya to have access to immense speed and strength. He is currently the ninth holder, inheriting the quirk from All Might, and is likely being trained to be the next Symbol of Peace. One for All grows as the holder grows and mends with the quirk themselves, meaning that Midoriya’s output will eventually be much stronger than that of All Might in his prime. It also appears that One for All can influence the user whenever stuck under any quirks that capture their mind, or force them to go against their will. One for All is not able to be stolen, and can only be passed with the holder’s permission. This quirk can cause dreams forced by those previous, some of which can cause the quirk to lash out violently whilst the current user is sleeping.

 No…no way…Kaminari…

He know’s about One for All!

 Izuku slammed the book shut, putting the book back where he found it as he stumbled back, eyes wide and body almost trembling. His hands found their way to the straps of his backpack, clutching tightly.

He knows about One for All…I know I’ve almost spilled it a couple of times, but there can’t be any way he could’ve heard one of my talks with All Might, or even Kacchan…No one else would’ve told him. No one else knew the secret and Kaminari well enough to talk about it, especially not to his face! What the heck am I suppose to tell All Might?!

…..

Unless…

 All for One.

It felt as if cold water had been thrown over Izuku at the suggestion conquered up…logically, there was no other way the electric quirked boy knew but…

Kaminari…working with All for One? The League of Villains…?

 …it all made too much sense. The attacks. The camp. Kacchan’s kidnapping and Kamino…everything.

He felt sick. Emotions coiled and squeezed at his insides, as if stones were weighing him down under water, and Izuku wasn’t aware of how hard he had been biting his lip, the coppery iron taste of blood filling his mouth. His face paled at what exactly he was accusing the other boy of.

Of being a traitor…

 I have to go…I can’t be here, it’s too dangerous–

He couldn’t take the book with him. It would arouse too much suspicion. Izuku turned his back on the notebook, hurrying to the door, which Kaminari hadn’t closed behind him. But just before he got out to the hallway–

“Midoriya? Dude, you alright? You’re looking kinda pale there.”

Izuku jumped almost several feet in the air, whipping around in fright as Kaminari appeared at the other end of the hallway, coming to meet him with an ice pack in one hand. The One for All user couldn’t help but step back, earning a puzzled look from the blond.

“Midoriya…?”

“A-Ah, sorry Kaminari…something came up,” Izuku couldn’t stop the stutter in his voice, pulling on his bag straps and forcing a wane smile across his face in an attempt to convince the other. “My, uh, my mum called me. Something happened at home and I– I just really gotta go and sort this out, you know? I need to…can I be alone right now?”

Izuku’s gaze averted to the carpet hallway flooring, toeing at the material before he made to go around Kaminari, giving him another uncertain smile. “Thanks for the ice pack, but my wrist barely hurts–”

 "Midoriya.“

 Izuku blinked, and Kaminari went on the offensive. With his quirk crackling around his fingers, the blond had struck out, slamming a hand on Izuku’s chest and letting loose. All in time that was not enough for the target to react as the taller boys quirk reacted immediately, striking out.

The electricity ran its course through Izuku’s veins, setting them alight in fiery pain as he let out a shriek - one that Kaminari quickly covered up with his other hand, dropping the ice pack. Izuku’s legs gave way as the shocks zapped and crackled across his entire body, limbs locking up with Izuku’s mouth gaping open. His throat closed over, stopping any oxygen.

With a vision swimming of black and white, Izuku tried to give out a weak cry, doing his best to fight off the unconsciousness that threatened to submerge him. The sting of copper filled the back of his mouth, and Kaminari crouched besides the fallen boy, golden eyes watching him like a predator.

Kaminari, hair standing up due to the voltage of his quirk, only gave a sickly sweet smile at his classmates predicament, going to pat the cheek of the freckled boy. His voice was muffled, but Izuku could still hear him. Hear the calmness cold that took over the others tone.

"If only you had kept your hands to yourself, Deku…what a naive little hero wannabe.”

No…I can’t…All Might!! Someone…!

But the downed boy couldn’t move his mouth, his tongue as heavy as led, and the student above him sighed.

“I kinda liked your work ethic, ya know? But, well…all good things gotta come to an end, right?”

 And that was the last thing Izuku heard, his body finally going into shutdown and static filling his eardrums, the unconsciousness gripping him and dragging him into the void with its deathly claws, claiming its prize.

  Kaminari scowled at the now knocked-out boy, scoffing as he got up and nudged the smaller boy’s face with his foot. What an idiot.

He quickly looked, making sure no one was entering the floor nor leaving their rooms before he grabbed hold of one of Izuku’s arms, dragging him into his room and shutting the door behind him.

“That was easier than I thought…”

Dragging him across the floor, Kaminari quickly found some rope he had stored away to tie and bound the others arms and legs, shoving him all too roughly into his closet before fishing his phone out of his pocket.

The number he dialed he practically knew off by heart, and he was sure to send a password via text so that the receiver knew it was in fact him.

The phone rung three times before being picked up.

“You better have a good reason for calling, kid.”

  Kaminari couldn’t help the grin that spread across his features. The giddiness that filled his being, almost wanting to make the boy prance around his room in delight.

“Dr. Tsubasa, I got him. Midoriya Izuku is ready for transport to your facility.”

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No All Might? That’s Alright Prt3

Izuku Midoriya Fanfiction                                                          

A/N: In all honesty this took me way too long just to finish writing this chapter, but I pushed through so I guess it’s fine. I’ve created a AO3 account recently and I’ve posted all of my previous fanfictions there so if you want to check me out, you can find me as SatansChild

Hope you all stay safe and wear a mask if you can't physically distance.Hope to update soon!

Catch you on the flip side ~ Em

Photo used in this fic was referenced from original picture from anime, I did draw this photo jtlyk

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Trigger warning: Talk about death

Word Count: 2633

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After making sure all of the blood was no longer on his uniform, Closing his eyes, Izuku steeled himself to walk into the All Might shrine that was his room. Sure, he still wanted to be a hero, and he admired All Might’s strength, but he couldn’t stand to be surrounded by posters and figurines of a man who couldn’t offer any sort of encouragement to a child who clearly needed it. Izuku pulled some cardboard boxes out from his closet and started filling them with everything All Might. Oboro didn’t make a sound during the time he cleaned out his room, which he was grateful for. Even though he could just feel Oboro wanting to ask questions. 

“So what are you going to do about all this stuff?” Oboro asked as Izuku changed his All Might sheets with regular black ones “You seem like such a big fan...it just seems like a waste just to keep it all in boxes.”

Izuku shrugged his shoulders.”I’m not much of a fan anymore.” he lied to mostly himself rather than to Oboro, “I guess I’ll just donate the stuff later.” Once his walls were finally bare, Izuku stuffed the now full boxes to the back of his closet and flopped onto his bed. The room stayed silent for a moment until Izuku broke the ice, “I don’t want to intrude on your personal life…but can you tell me about yourself?” he asked

“Well for the fact that I witnessed and helped you with some pretty deep stuff, it sorta would be rude if I didn’t tell you something about my previous life,” Oboro said cheekily

“H-how long have you been...you know…” Izuku paused not really wanting to complete the question.

“...dead?” Izuku nodded “I was in my second year of high school when I died and I would be 29 by now so...close to 12 years I think?”  Izuku sat there on his bed frozen

‘12 years is a long time to be a ghost or spirit to not have passed on, that is if people actually pass onto another place once they die’ Izuku thought to himself

“I was patrolling around Tasomiya Ward with one of my best friends when there was a villain attack...I was working on saving some kids when debris fell on top of me...when I woke up I was like how I am now, I couldn’t find my body anywhere so I just...travelled around…” Oboro seemed to quiet down at mentioning that he never found his body to move onto another life, so Izuku thought of ways to change the current mood of the room.

“So you were a hero in training or something?” he asked, face full of wonder, Oboro hummed in affirmation “What school did you go to?”

“I went to U.A”

“Wait really?!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly, “that's so cool!”

They continued talking and asking questions back and forth, before falling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes past before Izuku took a deep breath

“I...I’m sorry,” Izuku said quietly, slowly curling into himself

"Why would you be sorry kid?" Oboro’s voice was full of confusion. But Izuku only curled in on himself further.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be stuck here." As if anyone wanted to be bound to some stupid Deku...like him. And here he thought it was a whole coincidence that Oboro was with him. But instead, he just took whatever type of freedom he had to begin with.

"Hey, no! Stop that. Izuku that's not true! I'm here because I want to be!" The warmth spread all over him and he couldn't help but lean into it. “I said I'd make a hero out of you and I still plan on it."

Izuku looked up only to see the ceiling of his room, lifting his arm up to the sky and let it just float there (like what every kid does while laying on there bed contemplating on what to do next). "I wish I could see you again."

Oboro hummed. Seeming to think something through. "I don’t think there’s much out there since I was only a second-year when I died, but there could be some photos of me with friends or an article"

Izuku seemed to take that as a challenge as he went to his computer. "What did you choose to be your hero name?"

"Loud Cloud."

After scouring the web for a couple of minutes nothing showed up except for an old article from the Nikkei Shimbun newspaper, reporting the death of hero-in-training Loud Cloud. Izuku quickly exited that site choosing to search for something different. “What’s your full name Oboro?”

“Oh that’s right I didn’t tell you my full name, it is Oboro Shirakumo” Oboro replied

“Oboroshirikumo...oboroshirikumooo….here!” Izuku exclaimed pointing at the monitor’s screen. “This photo was tagged saying ‘Curry eating competition at U.A’s School Festival. Winner Hizashi Yamada from class 2-A!’ it also says the names of the people in the photo are; Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, and Oboro Shirakumo.” 

“Oh, I remember that!” Oboro cried out laughing “The curry was soo spicy I was freaking out because I couldn’t find anything to soothe my burning throat!”

“So that’s you in the back then?” Izuku asked pointing towards a teenager who seems to be freaking out.

Oboro chuckles “Yep, the other two were my best friends!”

“Yamada looks sorta familiar what’s his hero name?” Izukku asked, curious on why the 16-year-old looked so familiar to him

“Unless he changed it before becoming a pro, which he probably would not, his hero name is Present Mic.” 

Izuku sputtered “W-wait you were close friends with THE Present Mic?!” Oboro hummed in agreement while Izuku had his miny freak out “

“Oh my god that is socool!Ilistentohisradioshoweveryday,andhe’ssuchanamazinghero,likeevenifheisdeafduetohisquirkhedoesn’tletitbotherhiman-” He stopped hearing the sound of laughter coming around his room and his lamp flickering

"Aw jeez, that’s amazing Hizashi got to get that radio show he wanted." There was a quick blast of warmth flooding around his back and chest resembling a hug. "Well anyway, you should probably head to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow and a long way to go before you can have a chance at being accepted into UA!"

"What are you going to do while I sleep?" Izuku asked, eyes slowly drooping.

"I'm going to see how far I can go without being next to you, and have a look around and exploring a bit. No need to worry. I'll make sure to be careful and be here in the morning." He seemed to pick up on his anxieties. Izuku felt warmth as Oboro slowly pet his hair back. "Goodnight, Izuku." 

The next morning Izuku woke up to warmth pulsing on his right cheek. "Hey kid it’s time to get up! You have training to do! Up and at ‘em!" Oboro’s voice was overly joyful and Izuku felt very unwilling to get out of bed.

"Mm...just a bit longeeeer." He groaned turning himself over facing away from where he guesses Oboro is standing (floating?).

"Fair warning Izuku my jokes are terrible, everyone at school would always runaway once I started and I haven’t been able to talk to actual people in so long! If spaghetti were to have it’s own action movie, what would it be called?.... Mission im-pasta-ble. What did the pot eat on it’s birthday?....pancakes. What do you call a camel in a drought?....A dry hu- "

Finally, Izuku jerked up, covering his ears. “Okay. Okay, I’m up! No need to finish that.” His face started to burn a light pink across his face, (knowing what the end of the joke was) as he started to kick the blankets off only to turn towards the window and see barely any light outside. "Wha- Oboro!! The sun isn’t even out yet!"

He turned glaring into thin air hoping to make contact with him.

"Yes, it is, Izu. It's just reeeally early in the morning. There is plenty of time for you to get ready and eat before we go out for a morning run!" He was being weirdly energetic about the whole ordeal, but Izuku knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Heading to the bathroom, Izuku ran a brush through his wild curly hair and brushed his teeth. Going back to his room, Obroro pipped up. "It's a bit cool outside so I suggest you wear some long sleeves."

The entire way to his closet Izuku muttered incoherent things. In the end, he opted to wear a plain black shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with written kanji saying 'tank-top' with his old dusty sneakers because his red sneakers were still on top of the roof.

Before heading out Izuku ate some toast and an orange. If he got hungry later on their run he could always eat more when they got back. As Izulu started to leave the apartment Izuku tripped over an unmarked box that was just left in front of the door.

"Ooo I wonder what it is!” Oboro seemed quite enthusiastic as Izuku went to open the box revealing his faded red shoes and yellow backpack.

"Wai-how-who found my stuff?" Izuku asked immediately putting the bag by the door and quickly changing between uncomfortable and comfortable shoes.

"I don’t know, when I got back from wandering around the package was just...there."

"Maybe someone found it and found out where I live from my contact info and address was written inside…?” Izuku wondered out loud.

“I guess so,” Oboro said looking to the bright sight of things.

‘But what if it was...All Might. Yeah, I’m glad that I don’t have to go back up there to collect my things but...I don’t want to have to depend on All Might to help me with my own problems.’

“Hey don’t think like that Izu! I know you’re not a huge fan of the guy, but you don’t have to beat yourself down like that. I know you’re better than that” Oboro spoke sternly trying to make a point, but that soon backfired as warmth spread through his body.

“Hold up- could you always hear my thoughts?” Izuku questioned as he started to jog away from the apartment.

“So far I can heat some things. Like your thoughts that way heavily on you emotionally. But it could possibly work to talk to me through your mind. So you don’t look like a freak talking to themselves.” Oboro quickly informs Izuku as to not worry him.

Sighed Izuku. That was true. Though he kept thinking about it as he jogged. As they passed Dagobah Municipal Beach, the sun had started to rise. Taking in a deep breath was the wrong reason as Izuku cringed from the awful smell of garbage. Despite the smell, Izuku took a break, taking a seat at the entrance.

"Oh gross. What is this place?" Oboro asked with a clear sound of disgust in his voice.

"Well," Izuku started."This is Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. It has accumulated trash coming from the sea for years, turning it from a beautiful beach spot into a trash heap for everyone's unwanted or broken belongings." It was really a shame. As a kid, Izuku recalled going to the beach. Lie under a beach umbrella, making sandcastles. But by the time he was tall enough into the water, it was already flooded with trash by then.

"That's terrible." Oboro seemed deeply upset about this actually. It made Izuku want to do something about it. But before Izuku could voice his thoughts Oboro spoke up.

“Hey Izu, could we make a quick visit to a convenience store?”

“Sure...what exactly do you want me to get?” Izuku asked, despite having an idea what Oboro was thinking.

“Well...you’re going to need to get some garbage bags and some gloves.”

Izuku then dashed towards the nearest convenience store with determination in his eyes. A frail-looking lady turned the key to open the doors as he walked by. Causing her to recoil in slight shock, Izuku realized that with his rapid approach he had frightened her. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'd just come to purchase some garbage bags and some gloves.

The older woman seemed to soften something about his face as she smiled and opened his door. "Sure thing, they’re both in the last aisle on your right."

Before she went inside, Izuku thanked her and smiled back. He quickly found what he was looking for and brought a box of trash bags and a pair of workers gloves onto the counter.

"What's the hurry, son? Why do you need trash bags this early in the morning? You aren't trying to cause trouble are you?" the old woman pointed to Izuku with an accusing finger, and he shook his head quickly.

"Oh no, ma'am! I thought that I could just try and clean the beach up! I passed it while I was on my morning run!" Izuku assured, voicing Oboro’s plan

At this, the elder woman gently smiles while scanning the items. “Wow, is that right?” she said astonished, “ You know how long that place has been a mess? What makes you believe you can do it all by yourself?"

Her words weren't really painful, she was just being realistic. He knew she was right. He certainly had no obligation to clean up the beach. He could have just ignored it and easily went about his day. But he knew if he wanted to be a hero then he would need to start off the roots of how heroes came to be. How they used to work. Heroes in the beginning didn’t do what they did for fame. No. They didn’t care for the recognition they would get. They did it because they just wanted to help.

“That’s the thing, ma’am. I thought that it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s also a great way to work out, instead of having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership!” Izuku brightly smiles towards the lady as he handed her the money to buy his items.

“Well, I wish you luck, kid. I’m guessing that you’ll need a place to put the trash you collect.” She stated, Izuku smiling sheepishly at her rubbing the back of his head she continued, “There are two dumpsters in the alley behind the store, they get taken every Monday.”

"Thank you, ma'am!" Izuku said genuinely as he headed for the door. He didn't think too much about how he would dispose of the garbage, so it was good to have one offered.

Oboro began to laugh as Izuku jogged back towards the beach. "Cheaper than having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership! Man, how true that is nowadays!”

The first garbage bags were packed very quickly. broken bottles, cans of beer, old and rotting newspaper, all of it was poured into the trash bag. Plastic, paper, glass, etc. Izuku could take them to a recycling center! He was already pumped about this new project when Oboro spoke up.

“Hey, Izu, before you toss that into the bag” placing his hand on Izuku’s making him feel warmth blossom closest to the soda, can packaging he was holding in that hand. “make sure you cut each circle so if they end up in wildlife again then animals won’t get their heads stuck inside.”

Izuku's eyes lit up as he started to tear apart each loop before placing it in one of the bags used for recycling. Soon Izuku had used up a quarter of the box of trash bags gone and only had 6x5 feet rectangle cleared of the beach.