#AND THEN THEY PUT FUCKING MOMO ON THE SCREEN. WAIT NO I REMEMBER IT WAS A VIDEO ABOUT YOKAI

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

I really need to stop watching YouTube videos about horror games when I'm home alone because every time I leave my room to go get food my brain goes "What If There Were Something Behind You"

[mageofseven]

The Demon Brothers when Discovering they’re in Love

Spoilers: Mentions the end of the first season of the game in Belphie’s. If you haven’t read that far yet, you’ve been warned.

Lucifer:

Feels rather torn when he comes to this realization.

On one hand, he feels that the object of his affection has become too much of a distraction.

The amount of times he finds himself spacing out while doing paperwork because thoughts of you plague his mind is truly appalling to him

But still, he gets lost in the care that you give him and finds your reliability refreshing.

All the nights he stayed up to get his work done and you came in with some coffee to help him along, sometimes unprompted; it’s like you just know when he needs a little boost. 

You even remember that he likes his coffee with a shot of poison. It’s truly the little things like that where he gets lost in your consideration.

Then there are the nights where even some small part of him realizes that pushed himself too far.

It would have been his fourth consecutive night without sleep if it weren’t for you.

“Luce?”

The man didn’t look up from his paperwork. Instead, he finished signing the document before switching papers and starting to skim through it.

“Thank you, MC. Just set it on the desk.” He said, assuming you had just brought him coffee as usual.

“I’m sorry.” You say as you step in. “That’s not it.”

The Avatar of Pride finally looked up and sighed as he saw your empty hands.

“Then what is it? I’m afraid I have neither the time nor energy to chat right now.”

“That’s the point, Lucifer.” You say, approaching his desk. “You need sleep.”

He scoffed at your words. “I can assure you that I am more than capable of doing my work without a few nights of rest.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t, Lucifer.” You lay your hand on his forearm. “I know you are capable, but still. Please, just sleep.”

He looked up into your eyes and sighed. They held no hint of deceit or trickery. He had grown so used to looking for such signs in people, most commonly in his brothers, but in this moment, he only saw genuine worry in those beautiful orbs.

When was the last time he had seen such? When was the last time someone had shown real concern for him?

The man couldn’t recall.

“Alright.” He relented. “I’ll put the papers away for now, but I expect you to head to bed as well. It’s nearing 3am.”

It was that night, as he laid in bed, that he tried to decipher the feelings within him, floating around in his chest.

When he realized it was love, the man could only shake his head at the thought. After all, he had no time for such feelings, he told himself.

But the more he dismissed them, the stronger they seemed to be within him.

The man even spaced out during a conversation with Diavolo one morning and was mortified with himself.

Obviously, Diavolo was more curious than upset though.

After some pressing from the prince, Lucifer sighed and explained the issue that plagued him.

I don’t think it would be possible for Lord Diavolo to have a bigger grin on his face than he did in that moment.

The prince congratulates his friend on finding someone that inspires such feelings within him and asks about when he’s gonna ask you out.

Lucifer waves away his friend’s words, but the thought stays with him throughout the day.

It would be a lie to say that he doesn’t want to date you, but the man’s pride has always told him that he doesn’t need such a relationship with others, most especially a human.

However, you were no ordinary human. To him, you were special; he could admit that much to himself.

When he finally does ask you out, he’s as calm and collected as he is with anything else

…except for the hint of a blush on his cheeks, seen by only the most observant of people.

This boy is not as in denial about his feelings as you might think.

Mammon:

Mammon recognizes his feelings for you fairly quickly and is pretty honest about it.

At least, he’s pretty honest with himself with the subject, just not with other people.

He knew he had feelings for you since day one. What he should do about them, however, was the questions.

Yeah, he spent a lot of time denying it to his brothers, but that was mostly because he didn’t want you to know until he got himself sorted out. 

That and he didn’t wanna risk his brothers ruining things for him. I mean yeah, he’s had some small crushes, but they never lasted long and none involved feelings this strong.

He just really, really didn’t want to fuck this up.

So he spent a long time keeping his feelings to himself; months easily passing.

Every time he saw you smile or when he heard you speak in defense of him with his brothers, he could feel his face go hot and chest tighten.

You really felt like his human when you did stuff like that. Still, no matter how many times he said it or felt it, it didn’t make it true; not officially at least.

One day, you both were hanging out in his room, studying together.

Well, you were studying. Mammon was just kinda half-assing it. He only agreed to this so he could spend more time with you after all.

Boy was getting all fidgety as he thought…maybe now was a good time to tell you?

You both were alone together, which made things easier. He definitely didn’t want to actually sit here and study either.

Not to mention, if he had to hide his feelings any longer, the poor boy felt as if he’d just burst.

“Oi, MC! I got something to say so you better listen up!”

Your eyes flickered up at him and then back down to your notes, searching for a specific section.

“I’m listening.” You say as you go back to skimming through the page.

Nervous boy looks away from you.

“So…the Great Mammon likes you, alright!” He told you, booming with fake confidence.

“I know.” You tell him, not even looking up from your notebook.

That’s…that’s it? You must not get it. His tone starts to falter.

“I…no! I don’t mean just like!” He leaned in closer to you. “I… I meant I love you!”

You lift your head and smile at him.

“I know.” You tell him before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

The Avatar of Greed’s brain starts to short circuit. Was it really that easy all along?

You laugh at how red his face gets and find it cute. You always had feelings for Mammon and honestly, as much as he tries to be otherwise, he is an open book. Not just you, but everyone knew he had feelings for you. It was just a question of when he would admit it and you had waited patiently for him.

Leviathan:

This boy struggles to even identify the feelings within him for the longest time.

When the feelings do form inside him, he starts becoming a lot more red in the face over the simplest things.

Blushy boy is overwhelmed by basically any compliment you give him.

“Holy–Levi, I was stuck on that level for past month!” You tell him, practically buzzing from excitement. “You’re amazing!”

Levi.exe has stopped working.

It’s not just what you say that makes his brain freeze up. It’s your sweet, excited tone, your smile. The fuzzy feeling in him that tells him he did good. All of it is too much for his brain.

Honestly thinks something is wrong with him when you fixed his tie for him one morning because it was messy and all he could think about for the next ten minutes was the fact that you touched him.

Wait, why did you fix his tie? He always wears it loose like that and you never commented on it before...

Otaku boy is very upset with himself right now.

Tries to avoid you for a while, but after a couple days of this, he heard you asking his brothers if you did something wrong and what you could do to apologize to him.

Poor boy felt bad that he was making you feel guilty when you didn’t even do anything wrong.

Invites you to watch anime with him so you can stop worrying.

He tries his best to act like his usual self with you and honestly, it was pretty easy with him getting so absorbed with the show.

At one point, he had to pause it to rant about something the protagonist just said. 

“I can’t believe it! They completely contradicted part of her character progression from season two! And have the gall to completely ignore that they did it!”

Boy was so annoyed until you stopped him. You pointed out a couple moments from mid-season three and one from season 4 that actually make the protagonist’s words very in character for them.

In the back of his mind, he’s really beating himself up for forgetting that one scene between Tsusaki and Momo

If it had been anyone else or if it was you, but at a different point in your friendship, he honestly would be livid to hear you make such a contradiction.

Levi has bonded with you for so long at this point though that he’s just impressed with your memory and character analysis ability.

I mean, he shouldn’t expect anything less from his Henry, but still, the boy is still loving this.

He’s found someone that not only enjoys the same nerdy stuff that he likes, but can actually have discussions about at the same level. You understand him just like you understand the anime on the screen and it’s characters.

At some point, he kinda got lost in his thoughts about you, checking out in favor of such thoughts instead of your words.

A smile slowly formed on his face as he thought about just how great it was that he found you. Or like, that you came to him, I guess.

He got so lost in all the good things about your friendship that he didn’t even realize at first when his thoughts were becoming words off his lips and had no time to censor himself.

“Man, this is great. This is why I love you.”

Silence.

Levi started panicking, realizing what he just said.

You sat in your seat, confused and a bit flustered.

After all, he interrupted you mid-sentence to blurt that out.

“Gaaah, I didn’t mean that!” He shouted. “Okay, maybe I did; I don’t really know, I just–aaaah I’m such a stupid, no-good–”

His words are stopped by your kiss. It only lasted for a second though because the boy quickly bounced back and covered his mouth with his hand.

You give a small chuckle at his reaction.

“Don’t worry so much.” You tell him. “I’m glad you told me.”

“H…Huh??”

“I…” You blush. “I actually have feelings for you too. I’m glad you said something first or I would have never been able to do… that.”

Levi is stuck wondering what the heck just happened, but as he starts to settle down, he decides he doesn’t really care; he likes how things have ended up.

Satan:

Is another brother that is not really good with his emotions.

Instead of panicking or getting overwhelmed with this new feeling inside of him though, he faces it with calm curiosity instead.

It’s hard for him to fully understand any emotion that is not anger, but he’s always trying to expand his knowledge on such things.

So when he starts noticing how small things you do cause his heart to race or a blush creep onto his cheeks, he’s not shying away; on the contrary, he seeks you out even more, wanting to spend time with you so he can analyze these feelings as they come.

He starts asking if you need some help studying more often since the answer is almost always yes. Study sessions with Satan are always very productive.

He starts lending books out to you even when you don’t ask. He brings you books that made him think of you as he read them, but doesn’t tell you that and presents them as a simple recommendation.

Always feels a sense of satisfaction when you accept them and come to his room later on to discuss them.

Starts reading more books on interactions between people to understand his seemingly strong awareness of you.

Like, why your finger tips brushing his when he hands you something or your shoulder touching his when you both read next to each other just sends an an almost electrifying feeling within him or when even the softest expressions on your face can make him smile.

Starts with mainly nonfiction books and slowly finds himself searching within the realm of fiction as well.

Despite what some people might think, he doesn’t really read fiction books much. When he does, it’s usually horror stories or the occasional sci-fi story (he finds how human picture the future to be fascinating, but also a bit silly).

He has very little experience with romance novels; he finds them to be pretty repetitive and predictable.

Still decides to read some since they do in fact focus on interactions between two people.

Finds that a lot of his experiences are mentioned in these books.

….he also finds his mind imagining similar situations with you.

This is…not the answer he thought he would get. ‘Love’.

So it was love that he felt for you? He honestly never gave any thought to loving someone in this way before. It simply was never a priority of his

But if that is truly what he is feeling…he wants to feel it to its full extent like the characters in his books.

Isn’t actually all that nervous when he decides to tell you. Like always, curiosity leads him through.

Not to say that he wouldn’t be hurt if you rejected him; merely that he wastes no energy worrying about such an outcome.

The day he decided tell you about this conclusion, you were sitting with him on his bed, backs against the wall, reading books.

He heard a little gasp to his right and glanced over to see you staring at your book, eyes wide, and whispering things to the page.

‘Oh my god’, ‘Why would you do that?’, and ‘Nonononononono’ were just some of the words you spoke into your book.

Satan chuckled, finding he scene to be cute.

You let out a groan, mildly annoyed with him.

“It’s not funny.” You whined. “He just walked away from her. Walked away! Right when she tried to kiss him! I can’t believe this!”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really! He–”

The blonde cut you off with a kiss, brief, but a bit fervent.

As soon he pulled away, you dropped your book and covered your red face. He quietly picked up your book and read the page that originally upset you.

“This is the same story I read yesterday.” He told you, hiding his own red cheeks within the pages. “The one that made me realize I wanted to kiss you.”

You lowered your hands and stared at the blonde, eyes wide.

“R-Really?”

“Yes.” He lowered the book to look you in your eyes. “Our protagonist may have failed you, but I’d like think that I just came through for you where he did not. Am I wrong?”

“N..No.” You mumbled, eyes darting away from him and to a stack of books. After a moment, you added. “C-Can you do that again?”

Satan chuckled softly and took his chin in his hand, guiding her face to look at him. He stared into your eyes for a minute with a teasing smile before doing just as he was asked.

The boy never actually said the words like he planned to, but it was obvious that his meaning got across to you.

Asmodeus:

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmo is no stranger to feelings.

He had so many crushes during his time in the Devildom that he probably couldn’t even count them all.

They were always simple feelings though, flights of fancy that came and went, holding no real long term significance to him.

Don’t get him wrong; he finds a lot of fun/cute/sexy/beautiful people that he enjoys spending time with, but he sees them all as just temporary beings, coming in and out of his life without a second thought.

It’s still new for him to develop strong feelings for a person to the point that he actually thinks 'I never want them to leave’.

But with you, he does just that. Doesn’t realize he feels that strongly for you till you actually leave though.

It wasn’t anything unpredictable; the school year had simply ended. Everyone knew it was coming, but Asmo gave it almost no thought till it was here. 

Your absence hit him harder than he let any of his brothers know. Still, he did he did usual activities; shopping, partying, spa days (though he noticed that he needed those more often than before).

He called you as often as he could. Would have probably spammed you with texts and calls if Lucifer hadn’t set a limit on all the brothers with when they can talk to you.

There really wasn’t an ‘Aha!’ moment for him discovering that he loved you. The question for him wasn’t if he loved you; it was more like how much he loved you that he questioned.

After dealing with your absence, he got his answer: a lot.

When you finally came back for another year at RAD, the boy was ecstatic. 

Immediately jumps into hugging you, giving you little kisses on the cheek, and coming up with different reasons to keep you close.

Really clingy, but in a cute way.

Boy drops the ‘love’ word on you like it’s nothing.

Absolutely adores your blushy face after.

Is nothing but smiles when you said it back to him and wasn’t worried about it all.

I mean it is him we are talking about so of course you love him back.

Beelzebub:

Is slightly slow with the realization, but not the slowest of the brothers.

There was kinda already signs floating around about his feelings before he even knew it.

The other brothers suspected it, but unlike with Mammon, they just kinda left the big boy to handle it on his own and didn’t tease him about it.

Though he’s commonly helping all his brothers out with one thing or another, without even realizing it, he started treating you with the same level of care he usually only gives to Belphie.

He shares his foods with you and is always checking on you to make sure you feel okay (physically and emotional). Sweet boy knows how stressful it can be in House of Lamentation with all the arguing and his brothers’ shenanigans so he tries to makes sure it doesn’t bring you down.

He even once carried you to bed after you fell asleep on the couch after school. He felt bad you were so worn out from the day and didn’t want you to wake up with a sore neck from sleeping wrong on the couch.

Then there was one day when he managed to make you laugh--not on purpose, mind you, and the poor boy is still confused about what he did to this day, but the sound of your laugh filled with his cheeks red and the sweet boy couldn’t help smiling at it.

But once the moment ended and your laugh was gone, all Beel could think about was wanting to hear it again. He really wished he knew what he did the first time so he could replicate it.

He started asking around with his brothers about the moment that made him feel so warm inside and why he couldn’t stop thinking about you or that moment. They all waved him off with small smiles, telling him that he’ll figure it out on his own. Except for one.

Asmo was way to excited to follow the other brothers’ lead.

“That’s because you love her, silly!” He grinned at the redhead. “Now! When are you asking them out? I’ve been waiting foreeever to give you dating advice!”

Cue Beel’s brain buffering. And buffering. And buffering.

Ding.

Wait..love?

The boy smiled a sweet smile and walked away from his brother mid-sentence.

He kept walking till he found you in your room working on homework.

You lifted you head and smiled at him, mid-greeting when he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You blinked in confusion, but hugged back.

“What’s this about?” You laugh from in his arms and the good boy loved the sound of it. In fact...

“I love you.” He said, smiling down at you.

It was a cute albeit random and unexpected moment for you, but also one of your favorite memories with him.

Belphegor:

Belphie was surprisingly quick with discovering his feelings for you.

He knew it was love, but tried pushing the feeling down inside of himself out of guilt.

Yes, you forgave him for using and killing you, but the boy hadn’t forgiven himself for doing it, which made his feelings for you just hurt him worse.

Sleepy boy tries his best to take care of you to make up for it, but feels like it’s not enough.

He’s always the first person to realize when you’re starting to stress out and pulls you to him for nap. Naps always help him take a break from stress and various other emotions that he doesn’t want to deal with and knew it’d probably help you too.

Nap buddy. That’s what you’d call him, causing him to blush and turn away from you.

With the poor boy feeling so complicated, it was actually you who confessed your feelings to him instead.

It was during one of your nap sessions, unsurprisingly. Belphie just stared at you, eyes wide in disbelief, before switching to a glare.

“You stupid--how can you say that after what I did to you?”

“Belphie...that’s in the past and you’re different now.” You tell him. “I love the person that lays next to me; he’s different than the man who killed me.”

Oh Lord Diavolo, the way your human mind works is so ridiculous to him.

Ends up rejecting you and finds a new place to take a nap. His anger quickly turns to sadness as he falls asleep.

Feels awful the next few days. He didn’t mean to hurt you; he just wants you to understand that he doesn’t deserve you after what happened.

Eventually approaches you to explain himself, hoping you’ll understand and let go of your feelings for him.

Instead, you launch into trying to reassure him that it’s not like that and regardless of what happened in the past, your feelings still stand.

He still thinks you’re idiot and tells you as much...but admits that he feels the same.

During the first two weeks of your relationship, the boy is surprisingly tense, but eventually accepts where you both have ended up and just lets himself enjoy it.

~

Masterlist

[honeypirate]

bestie bestie bakugou

Bakugou and fem!reader, best friends, roommates, loveeee

Warning - swears, mentions of sex

You were walking around the city for hours now, you left the apartment just before sundown and now it’s raining and you think you see the light from the sun turning the clouds lighter on the horizon. You came home after a long day of work, of fighting a villain, of almost not making it back this time, to find your boyfriend, who you didnt even live with mind you, fucking someone else on your bed. You didn’t say anything, you just walked out, quietly, he didn’t even notice. 

The buzzing in your hand caught your attention, making you aware of the heaviness of something in your palm, you raise it to see and then remember it’s your phone. The action causes it to wake up, showing your notifications, 50 missed calls from him and almost as many texts and double the amount of calls and texts from your two best friends

The screen catches the water from the rain as it flows down the surface, you try to unlock your phone, a sudden urge to not be alone hitting you, but your thumb was too cold and wet to unlock with the fingerprint. You go to press in the buttons but the screen doesnt recognize your fingers either, you’re starting to panic, to hyperventilate when the screen lights up, you relax seeing the name pop up and try to answer but you were shaking so much, you brought the phone to your lips, sticking your tongue out to click the green button. 

“Fucking bastard is going to die” he says as he wraps you in a towel, pulling you to his chest, “y/n im so sorry. You’re staying here with me for now on, i’ll go to your place tomorrow and get some of your things and get your key back from that fucker.” he was pissed, fuming, you haven't seen him this mad since high school “Katsuki i couldn't possibly put you out” he holds his finger to your lips “shut up, im insisting, plus this place is too big for just me” you chuckle through the shivers that are now finding your body, your skin and bones finally reacting to the cold as your body shakes uncontrollably. “T-t-thank you K-Kacchan” he sighs and takes your hand, pulling you with him down the hall to the bathroom. 

After a really nice shower, you exit his big ass fancy shower that was really more like a spaceship, you had to use a step stool to get inside it. It had multiple different heads, a steam option, and could even convert into a jacuzzi, if only you didn’t feel like a bath was too close to being a ‘you’ flavored soup. 

You find a change of clothes for you waiting on his bed, a pair of his sweats and one of his shirts, you brought them to your nose, taking a deep breath. They smelled like downey, the yellow kind your parents used to use, it smelt comforting. You slip on his clothes and feel like you’re getting a hug from him. 

When you make it back to the kitchen you have the shivers again, your wet hair making your back wet. He takes one look at you, arms hugged around your body, and he throws you over his shoulder and takes you right back to his room. He sets you down on the bed and then takes a hold of his hood and pulls his hoodie off, shoving it down over your head. “I’m making you some tea and then you are going to talk to me more if you feel like it okay?” you nod with a small smile as you pop your arms through the sleeves. 

Its been six months, Bakugou has helped you heal through your pain, he got you some things from your apartment and got your key back. He also officially, and with pleasure, told your ex to fuck off, that it was over and to never contact you again, with too many threats to count. He really enjoyed it and wanted to do it for a long time but he’d never tell you that. You cut your ex out of your life, easily letting him go because if you caught him cheating once who knows how long he did it, you were 100% okay with never seeing him again, the hard part was waiting for the feelings to go away, to rid yourself of the habit that was your ex. 

You tried to go back to your apartment after a few weeks, it was fine for the most part, you found a completely new bed in your room courtesy of Bakugou and although he denies it wholeheartedly you know no one else would have done that,... but after a few days you called Bakugou, telling him that it just felt empty and that it didn’t feel like your home anymore, he invited you to move in immediately and you never looked back. 

Your new bed and all the furniture you didn't sell sit proudly in the spacious spare bedroom at Bakugous apartment. He was right, this apartment was way too big for one person.

Bakugou had girls over periodically and you didn’t mind them at first, you even made them breakfast sometimes, on the off chance Bakugou slept late and didn’t kick them out immediately. He’s never liked the morning after, the girls he has dated were just to fill the hole in his soul made by the feelings he has developed for you. He’s trying to find one that makes him feel as electric as you make him feel. 

After a month of random girls you start to notice yourself resenting the girls you hear him with, the way they fake moan in the bedroom, loudly just so you will hear and then they will give you evil stares as they walk out in the morning. You asked Yao-Momo for some advice once, calling her after you hear another loud girl as you went to the kitchen for some ice cream, losing your appetite you left the ice cream on the counter and just left the kitchen (just eyerolling when he tried to give you shit about it) . “just ask him to stop” you sigh “I cant do that. I dont want to cause him any trouble. I just dont know why he has to go for girls like that” you fake throw up and she laughs “y/n do you think you like bakugou?” she asks and you gasp “of course not! He’s my best friend! And hes bakugou! I couldnt possibly…” you pause for a while as you think, were you really discovering feelings for the blasty explosion boy? This was such a rub. She just laughs at you from over the phone “unclench your jaw y/n. Dont be so tense” you realize shes right as you release your teeth, relaxing your face and jaw “you know me so well” you say with a laugh “of course i do. I’m your real best friend. Not some ill tempered boy. If you like him great, tell him and he’ll stop fucking randoms or if you dont like him tell him to stop fucking randoms so loud” you laugh “so wise Yao-momo, me lovely sensei Yao-Momo” she laughs at you before you guys have to hang up, both having work in the morning. 

After the next few days you realized just how in love you were with him, getting more and more annoyed with the girls he brought home, not even noticing that they were showing up less and less, pretty soon the random girls have stopped coming over all together, not that you knew that, you still heard what seemed to be sex noises from his room every once in a while, you just assumed he kicked them out right after, not that he was thinking about you and … you know wink wink  

Another six months later  you’re with him on a mission, the villains just keep coming wave after wave, a quirk controlling their (dead before you even came around) bodies, it was never ending, if you stopped fighting they would kill you and you didn’t know who the villain was or where they were. You had your agencies looking for them and until then you had to fight, to keep these bodies occupied so they didn't bring chaos anywhere else. You didn’t talk during the fighting but you both were paying more attention to making sure that the other was fine that you ended up just fighting the villains going after each other. When you get home, battered, bruised, and covered in sweat and blood and many tears, you each take turns showering in his amazing shower, you couldn't use a normal shower for your sore muscles. 

You made a meal for you both quietly as he showered, too tired to speak or do more than was required, when he came to find you he almost cried with relief at your home cooked meal, he was starving. You ate together in silence, both reflecting on the battle, both reliving every moment where you almost lost the other, where you almost lost the fight, feeling more and more anxious the more you thought about it. What would you have done without him? You didnt want to lose him and regret never telling him, but you know you are way to exhausted to speak. 

You stare at each other in the hallway, both wanting to say something, to not leave each other yet. You turn to go and he grabs your hand, pulling you with him into his room before climbing in bed and pulling you along with him down into his soft comfortable bed, he pulls you to his chest and you feel all your stress and anxiety leave your body. He kisses the back of your head “I love you” he whispers into your hair, the only energy he has left. You turn in his arms to look at him and see his eyes blink slowly, he can hardly hold them open anymore. You smile softly “I love you” you whisper back and he sighs, a happy smile on his lips as he lets his eyes close “good” he says and you chuckle, your eyes closing as you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before allowing yourself to fall asleep, the feeling of his arm around you and the sound of his soft breaths comforting you.

[itsclydebitches]

Hey Clyde, did you check out Wonder Egg Priority at all? The first ep is super promising, but the series as a whole is one of those real fascinating disasters from a story and a production standpoint that might be up your alley as a thing to pick apart haha.

I’d warn that it’s also reeeeal offensive and this generally gets worse as it goes though.

Hi, Phoenix! How are you and Cube doing?

Okay, I hadn't watched Wonder Egg Priority when I received your ask this morning. Now I have. In a fit of intense curiosity I settled down for a rare binge session and tore through all twelve episodes + OVA in a single sitting. It is now nearly 3:00am as I write this because I, oh so clearly, make fantastic life choices.

A question for you: what did I just watch?

The rest is going under a read more partly for spoilers, but more-so because WEP—and the summary I'm about to give, because I feel like I need to try and explain this to tumblr's faceless void for my own, dwindling sanity—comes with about every trigger warning under the sun. Seriously, if you are triggered by anything that we might think of as a "standard" trigger (meaning, not unique to you and your own experiences), best to proceed with caution.

Right! What the ever loving fuck happened in this show? Well, let's work through this chronologically. Two genius, frat boy brothers (I get their names mixed up so I'm not even gonna bother) are locked in their apartment and closely monitored because of Super Secret Science Research. Even though, I think, they're the ones who created this company. Not important! What is important is that they're bored enough to create an AI for funsies, thinking of her as their daughter and letting her name herself Frill. Frill is the perfect, cutesy, also genius child who has a habit of popping her lips — which the camera focuses on in an incredibly creepy fashion. One day Brother #1 (the hot one) falls in love with a random woman we know nothing about and Frill gets jealous.

"Jealous in a general sense?" you ask, thinking this show is in any way normal. "Like, just of her Dad giving attention to someone else?"

"No," I respond, patting your hand. "Jealous because she's in love with him." Which, beyond the subject matter itself, comes completely out of nowhere. Frill has a line about what you'd do if some woman stole your husband away. I, fool that I was, briefly considered that these two guys were lovers, not brothers. Oh no. They're brothers. Frill just considers Dad #1 to be her "husband."

So, in true evil AI fashion, she murders the wife, leaving only her newly born child behind. Who is a daughter.

Uh oh.

Dad #1 locks Frill in a coffin-esque hole in the basement and goes on with his life. Things are great! Until years later when the daughter reveals that she has fallen in love with her uncle (Dad #2 to Frill). She knows (somehow??) that both her dad and her uncle loved her mom, so if the loser uncle will just wait a few years he can marry her instead! He brushes her off, but the next day she’s found dead of an apparent suicide.

Realizing that this was somehow Frill’s doing, he marches down to the basement and confronts the murderous child they’ve had locked up for years. She’s now surrounded by screens in, again, true creep AI fashion. How did she get all this while she was locked up? Oh, just the three bug girls she created as friends prior to killing the wife. They’re devoted slaves, I guess. So the uncle says enough of this insanity and seemingly sets Frill on fire.

OH and Frill’s subtitled dialogue also puts “uncle” in quotation marks, implying that the daughter was always Dad #2’s??

Anyway, both brothers are now super obsessed with death and claim that they think Frill has had a hand in lots of girls’ suicides, even now after her own death. This is brought into question later when it’s revealed that they might have just concocted this scheme to try and bring back their daughter. I’m really not sure. Regardless, they use hand-wavey science to create eggs that I guess contain the souls of young girls who have committed suicide, then they sucker in other young girls who have lost people to suicide to try and rescue their loved ones in a dream world, saving others along the way. A tomboyish girl, Momoe, lost a classmate who admitted to loving her, but who Momoe rejected. Rika, a former junior idol, used and rejected an overweight fan only to learn later that she’d starved herself to death. Neiru, the 14yo president of some science company (yup) was attacked by her sister before she jumped off a bridge. Finally Ai, our protagonist, is a victim of bullying who managed to make friends with a single girl, Koito, who then jumped from their school building for unknown reasons. They’re all given the chance to bring these individuals back to life, provided they protect other victims of suicide by defeating the monstrous traumas that drove them to that act in the first place.

And you know what? That concept was great. However, the execution ranges from “Okay, that was pretty good for an anime. Kudos there” to “That’s the most offensive thing I’ve seen in my life.” Needless to say, unpacking all the battles they fight would take a lot more than this already absurd summary. Basically, if you can think of something horrible to happen to young girls (and one trans guy whose existence in that egg undermines the whole message of the episode), there’s an attempt to tackle it here.

During all this the four girls become friends and Ai works through her suspicions about Mr. Sawaki, a teacher at her school. What’s going on with Mr. Sawaki? Uh… everything! He’s somehow connected to Koito’s death, he’s dating Ai’s mom, and Ai apparently loves him too because her friends say so, even though this is never actually addressed and she barely interacts with him. It’s all quite the complication.

In time though the girls complete their “mission” of bringing their loved ones back to life. Rika and Momoe manage it first, only to find that Frill’s bug-girl lackeys have arrived to kill them. Why? Because that’s what Frill does, I guess. Momoe’s crocodile familiar (cute animals the girls were gifted to help them fight) takes a killing blow for her and the bug-lady then proceeds to carve up his corpse and force feed it to Momoe. Fantastic!! Building off of that, the next bug-lady who Rika encounters kills her turtle too, following in the footsteps of her bug-sister by, presumably, forcing her to eat parts of its head. Ai refuses to sacrifice her familiar to stay alive, but luckily the suicide she was protecting turns out to be herself from a parallel universe (that's a thing now!) and she takes the killing blow herself, which is done by pulling out the eye she’s sensitive about (she has heterochromia.) So parallel Ai passes on (again?) and the three girls don’t work through this trauma at all, instead becoming more traumatized through the realization that the loved ones they brought back no longer remember them. They’re alive, but the relationship they all had with them is dead.

It’s about this point that the main storyline wraps up and I’m relieved that there’s an OVA to finish things off. Surely they can somehow bring this all together in 45 minutes.

…25 minutes of that OVA is recap.

So with only about 20 minutes left, we learn that Neiru, the only one to not complete her mission yet, has mysteriously gone missing. It turns out she was an AI/clone/something all along, made to replace her sister and, presumably, that’s what caused the whole stabbing-suicide incident. She successfully brings her sister back, but stays behind in the dream world because Frill promises her she can become human. How is Frill here when she’s dead? How will Neiru become human? Isn’t Frill the “temptation of death” or whatever? There are no answers. A flashback finally reveals that Koito was having a relationship with a teacher at another school, he committed suicide, she transferred, she tried the same thing with Mr. Sawaki, he kept refusing her advances, and finally while threatening suicide to get his attention, she accidentally fell.

(So why was she in the suicide egg if it was an accident??)

Except, all this information comes through Mr. Sawaki himself, there’s a whole subplot about whether he’s really a villain, or if Ai is just making him into one, and this show might as well be titled How Much Pedophilia Can We Put into One Anime? So make of that what you will.

A dead character randomly shows up, but it's fine because she's actually just a version from a parallel world. How did she get here? Why is she here? Lol, it's cute that you think these are answered.

Rika, the character who cuts and almost committed suicide halfway through the show, breaks down saying how much she misses her dead loved ones, right after her friends refused to let her go on another mission that would surely end in her death and… that’s it. That’s all we get about her.

Momoe too, though she’s hopefully just vibing somewhere with that longed-for boyfriend.

Ai transfers schools and then one day randomly remembers that she loves Neiru and rushes back to start cracking eggs again because that will? Somehow?? Let her see Neiru???

When I say there are too many unanswered questions to possibly list here I really, really mean it.

Finally, in a personal attack on me, the protagonist with a name that is literally AI is not in any way an artificial intelligence.

And that’s it! Congratulations, you now “understand” WEP. And see, the funny thing is that the off-the-rails, bat-shit crazy aspects kind of catch you off guard? Yeah, the first episode is fantastic. In fact, I think I got through about six episodes thinking that this was a solid, if at times really messed up anime, but I was willing to shrug off a lot of stuff due solely to the amount of sensitive material they were attempting to cover (which is always quite difficult to do). Probably the only reason I was able to binge so fast was because the first half of the series was so engaging. The characters are charming. The animation is GORGEOUS. There's actually a ton of good here that is also worth yelling about. But then the plot comes in like a freight train and I was left staring dumbfounded at my screen as more and more insanity kept happening. Having watched the "explanations" I am now more confused about the show I just saw.

Phoenix, if you’ve bothered to read this rambling, 3:00am rant: thank you. I think? Idk if I should actually be thanking you or cursing you for tuning me into this, but it was definitely an experience, that’s for sure lol.

I'm off to bed now RIP the chance of having normal dreams ✌️

[cafedanslanuit]

summer love || kirishima x reader

pairing; kirishima eijirou x reader

genre; fluff, because we all need some from time to time <3

words; 3k

summary; nobody understood why kirishima endured bakugou’s harsh way of tutoring when he had you. the few times his friends had met you, you seemed to be nice and patient. and they were correct; in fact, that was the main reason he avoided studying with you.

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“Hurry up, I don’t have time to spare” Bakugou grunted, staring at his friend as he struggled to put all his things on his backpack.

It had been a long and stressful day, full of revisions. The next day they were having their third-year midterms and Kirishima was determined not to repeat the past mistakes of his first year. This was his third year, the last chance he had to not end up with the worst grades of his class and he was going to take it, even if he had to submit himself to a round of extremely focused studying with his best friend.

“Why don’t you study with your girlfriend?” Kaminari asked him, a grin on his face. “I heard she has really good grades at 3-B”

“Who did you hear it from, your boyfriend?” Mina teased him, making the blonde blush.

“Shinsou’s not my boyfriend!”

“Yet” she laughed.

“He’s got a point, though,” Sero shrugged, looking over at Kirishima. “Why do you endure Bakugou if you have the option of seeing your girl and letting her help you? She seemed nice.”

“Because if I’m in 3-A it means I’m the fucking best option he has” Bakugou retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but you’re mean,” Kaminari said, leaning on the frame of the door. “That’s why people prefer Momo’s tutoring sessions”

“And that’s what makes them fucking extras”

“Is Kirishima’s girlfriend really worse than this?” Sero interjected, making Mina laugh.

“She’s not bad at all” Kirishima assured him. “She’s really nice and patient but we decided a long time ago studying together wasn’t for us” he smiled, scratching the back of his head.

“Why not?” Mina asked, a curious look on her face.

“Kirishima, let’s go,” Bakugou said, standing up and heading towards the classroom’s door. Knowing Bakugou knew the real reason behind his refusal to study with you, Kirishima was thankful he gave him an out. He finally closed his backpack and followed him, hearing how his friends were debating now how could his girl possibly be worse than Bakugou.

And the truth was, you weren’t. Both Sero and Kirishima were right, you had really good grades in 3-B and you were really patient with your boyfriend but, as he said, you were both in the same page about not studying together.

It all had started on the entrance exams for your third year. Kirishima and you had started dating the summer between your second and third year, after realizing the agency you were doing your internship at was in front of FatGum’s. There was a convenience store located close to both buildings and after running into each other many times, you had ended up making plans to purposely meet and go for a stroll downtown after both of you were done with work. You both knew each other from U.A. but never had a chance to talk as much as you did over that summer.

Those days you spent together you learnt he had one of the cutest smiles you had ever seen and that not only did he have a really strong quirk, but also was really determined about what kind of hero he wanted to be. Kirishima loved to tell you stories about SunEater and FatGum, and every chance they have had to fight together against a villain. You knew SunEater as you had run into him at the same store multiple times, but every time you said hello to him, he would mumble something you couldn’t quite catch and leave the store. Still, you admired how much he had grown as a hero since the days you saw him walking by the hallways of U.A.

One of the days you were waiting for him in front of the convenience store for one of you walks, Kirishima ran late. You didn’t mind waiting, but you wondered if something had happened to him. After twenty minutes of waiting, you saw him running down the street, waving at you from afar. You smiled at him as he finally stopped in front of you, panting from the run.

“I’m so sorry for making you wait!”

“It’s no problem, it wasn’t long” you assured him. “Where were you? I can’t believe you’re this tired from running a block from your agency”

“Yeah, about that” Kirishima started, scratching the back of his head. “We helped stop a villain at a movie complex the other day and they gave Tamaki-senpai and me a coupon for a free ticket. Today, he told me he really didn’t want to use his so I thought maybe we could go watch a movie together if you’d like?” he offered, a doubtful look on his face.

“I’d really like that” you smiled. “Still don’t get the running, though” you added, tilting you head to the side.

“Yeah well, he had his ticket back home so we had to ask FatGum for permission to leave earlier so we could go to his house to pick up his coupon but... the train ride took longer than I thought” he excused himself. You shook your head.

“No worries. Thanks for thinking about me for using your coupons!” you thanked him, looping your arm around his and walking towards the movie complex.

As you both walked, falling into casual conversation, you tried to hide your grin at how much Kirishima was blushing since you had taken his arm. Once you reached your destination, he let you pick the movie and bought popcorn and some sweets for the both of you. You paid for the drinks and guided him to your seats as he carried the tray with everything you had bought.

As the movie progressed, you let your mind wander if this was really one of your casual strolling dates or if Kirishima was actually interested in you. Asking directly would be too blunt, so you decided to try your luck. He was sitting on your right, holding the popcorn bucket between the both of you. When you noticed Kirishima put his hand inside to grab some popcorn, you did the same, softly grazing your fingers against his hand, your eyes fixated on the screen to make it seem casual. He didn’t seem to notice, taking popcorn to his mouth while looking at the screen as well. You tried this two more times before surrendering.

For your next move, you leaned your shoulder against his, again not looking at him, wondering if he would take the sign and put his arm around you. When ten minutes went by and he hadn’t moved a muscle, you rolled your eyes. Okay, so maybe you had misinterpreted his signals and this was just a friendly date. Sighing, you put your hand on the popcorn bucket and realized you were more than half-way done with them. Maybe you could get a refill? Just when you were grabbing some popcorn with your fingers, a jump scare appeared on the screen, making you gasp in fear and put both your hands in front of your face, throwing the popcorn bucket on Kirishima’s chest and lap in the way.

Once you came down from your fright, you looked over at your friend and realized he was covered with popcorn.

“I’m so sorry!” you whispered, dusting off the popcorns of his chest and he got rid of the ones of his lap with a small laugh.

“It’s okay! You were really scared, huh?” he teased you, making your whole face burn. You put the popcorn back to the bucket, even if it meant you couldn’t eat them anymore. A refill was definitely necessary now. “Thought you like horror films”

“I do, I really do, it just took me off guard. Had my mind elsewhere” you admitted with an apologetic smile. Kirishima turned to you and with an arched eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. His new angle let you notice he had popcorn on his hair as well.

“Really? What’s on your mind?”

Not really wanting to answer his question, you started picking the popcorn left on his hair, making sure to be as meticulous as you could. When you were finally done, your eyes wandered down to his, finally realizing you had gotten really close to Kirishima’s face. You parted your lips to say something, but words never managed to get out. Confused, you blinked, wondering why he hadn’t pulled away but was still looking straight into your eyes. The small part of you that still had hope and was pleasantly rewarded when Kirishima pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, almost as he wasn’t sure you would kiss him back. When you moved your lips against his, Kirishima smiled, making your heart melt. You let the popcorn you had in your hands fall to the floor as your left hand flew to his right cheek, holding it tenderly as the kiss continued. A few minutes later, you pulled away and smiled. When he grinned back at you, you knew there was no way in hell anyone could keep you away from that boy.

Until entrance exams happened.

It wasn’t like the time you both auditioned to enter U.A., but rather a theory-based exam to help you remember the past year. Knowing Kirishima had difficulty with those, you offered to tutor him. Spending time with him always brightened up your day, so you figured this way you both could be productive while also having each other close.

That Sunday afternoon, you were both sitting in his bedroom’s floor, planning on revising all the topics seen in second year so the next day both of you could get a good grade. Kirishima had bought some snacks for both of you and you had put music on low volume to make you both feel more comfortable as you studied.

“Babe” you started, flipping through Kirishima’s old second-year notebook. “Why are there notes saying ‘fucking idiot’ after an exercise done wrong? I know Aizawa-sensei is harsh, but I don’t think he’s--”

“Oh, no, no” he interrupted you. “Those are from Bakugou. He has a different method for teaching” he explained with a smile. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I got that when he didn’t make an effort in learning my name when you introduced me”

“Red’s chick isn’t that bad considering I used to be shitty hair” Kirishima reasoned.

“But I love your hair!” you pouted, running your fingers through his hair and he smiled. He leaned over and filled your face with small kisses, making you laugh like a little kid. When he was over, you pressed a kiss on his nose.

“C’mon, we have a lot of studying to do” you reminded him, earning a playful whine from your boyfriend.

“I know, but this is the last day of summer. Can’t believe we won’t have as much time together as we did before. We’ll have school every morning, our internships in the afternoon and will end up with no energy”

“We’ll still have the weekends. Don’t worry, we’ll make it work” you assured him, taking his hand into yours. His scowl turned into a soft smile and you fell on his lips once more. You playfully bit his bottom lip and chuckled against his mouth. “We have to start studying now”

“Fine” Kirishima sighed, pulling away and resting his back on his bed. “How do you wanna do this?”

“How did Bakugou do it?” you asked. “It helped you before, right?”

“Uhm… he basically just hit me until I got the correct answer” Kirishima admitted, scratching the back of his head. You blinked twice, waiting for the punchline that never came. Pursing your lips, you took your notebook and opened it.

“Okay, how about I ask you a question and if you get it right, I give you a kiss?” you proposed, making him grin widely.

“That works!”

And it did work. At least for the first five questions, because after giving him his reward, you both ended up momentarily forgetting your plans for the afternoon. Lazy kisses were shared while snuggling on the floor, and even you ended up turning the music a little louder. Kirishima took the chance to take a couple of selfies of the both of you, as a souvenir from your last summer day together.  Even if the definition of summer love was one that was destined to end as the seasons changed, Kirishima was going to make sure that wasn’t the case for you.

As the young man lying underneath you blew raspberries on your cheek, you couldn’t think of any other place you wanted to be. You knew the idea of Kirishima being everything that was good in the world was part of the honeymoon phase, but somehow, it didn’t feel like any time you have fallen in love before. A part of you knew the risks of trying to carry out a relationship on top of your other responsibilities, knew it was almost childish to think it would be easy to do so and that you’d probably be better off focusing solely on strengthening your quirks. Never the less, to your surprise, most of the time you couldn’t help but feel giddy every time you thought about the hero known as Red Riot.

“Hey, weren’t we supposed to be studying?” you teased him, resting your chin on his chest.

“What time is it?”

You checked your phone. “It’s 6:40 p.m. already.”

“Okay, then let’s start at 7 pm. It’s better that way” Kirishima said, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“How does that make sense?” you laughed.

“You have to admit starting at 7 has a better ring to it than starting at 6:40” he argued with an innocent shrug. You rolled your eyes playfully at him and kissed his cheek.

“Fine” you obliged. “But let’s make some tea so we have everything ready when we start”

The electric kettle beeped when the water boiled but was ignoed as you and Kirishima started dancing on the kitchen to the music on his phone, showing each other your favourite songs. You began playing around with the filters on your Instagram app, uploading embarrassing stories of the two of you making funny faces to your social media. Kirishima remember he had seen a video on your Instagram account when you were dancing to a happy song, so he insisted you taught him the steps, even if you insisted it was a trend and you had just imitated the dance. Laughter filled the room as he struggled to follow you, making up his own choreography along the way.

Your eyes darted to the clock on the upper side of your screen and gasped.

“Eijirou, we haven’t done anything all afternoon!” you told him, your eyes filled with worry. “I have to head back home soon, please let’s do some revision now”

“It’s difficult to do so when I have such a lovely girlfriend as you” he winked, making you smile. “We have to boil water again though, it chilled while we waited”.

“Fine, but then we’re studying,” you said, pointing your finger at him. Kirishima opened his mouth and bit the air near your finger playfully. Your loud laugh was muffled when he hugged you tightly against his chest.

Hours later, as you walked home, you felt guilty Kirishima hadn’t studied nearly as enough as he needed to. You did manage to go over the main topics but you knew he probably needed more. You asked him to please try and study on his own after you left, and he promised to do his best. You had no doubts he would try but wasn’t as sure he would succeed.

Unfortunately, you were proven right days later. The results came and Kirishima was, once again, on the bottom of the class. You excused yourself for not being more firm the night you tried to study together, but he was hearing none of it.

“It’s not your fault, babe! I played a part too. I guess I lose track of time whenever we’re together,” he explained, as you both made your way to the train station after your internship. You both were tired but had made a pact to at least walk together to the station two times a week after you were done with your respective jobs. 

“I know, but I’m still sad you scored so low. Maybe we’re not meant to study together” you reasoned, a small pout on your lips. Kirishima threw his arm around your shoulder and chuckled.

“Maybe, but we’re great for everything else,” he said, his bright and confident smile making you fall for him for the millionth time. You put your arm around his waist and leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh.

“But you do need help for the mid-terms. Bakugou’s helped you before, do you think he’ll do it again?”

“Yeah, no doubt about it! He’s really cool, even if he’s angry all the time” Kirishima assured you.

“Sure, babe” you laughed and rolled your eyes playfully.

Kirishima still remembered your laugh months later, as he walked alongside Bakugou, ready to study for his third-year midterms. They were heading to the diner they used to study at, which was a few blocks from U.A.. It was a good studying spot since Bakugou could be as loud as he wanted without being kicked out (as they were once from the school library). Bakugou was on his phone, barking back at who seemed to be his mother. Kirishima was surprised he was able to hear the woman’s loud voice from afar. Imitating his friend, he unlocked his phone as well, being welcomed by your smile on his wallpaper. He smiled back and then locked it again.

If he wanted to be a better hero, Kirishima knew he had to refrain from studying with you and getting distracted. Even if he’d rather have you snuggling close to him than feeling his head hurt as he tried to comprehend math questions, he would do anything he had to do to be the best he could be. Before he met you, he wanted to be someone who could save people, but now, there was a part of him that also wanted to make you proud. As proud as he always was of you.

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 5- Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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Part 4 Part 6

Note: School is starting for me which means I more than likely won’t get to update as often, but I am still going to try! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Rudy was wrapped around me like a koala bear, soft snores falling from his lips. The sun was shining through the curtains, a perfect day to go swimming. Luckily since I had met them all at the beach, they had already seen me in a bathing suit. I tried to extract myself from my current position, but Rudy’s hold tightened on me the more I moved. I huffed, debating on just waking him up. I tried one more time, a groan sounding from the man next to me. 

“Stop moving,” he whined, his deep morning voice sending chills all over me. 

“It’s prime tanning time Ru, let me up.” I chuckled.

“I’m comfy,” he mumbled, cuddling further into me. 

“We have plenty of days to be lazy, come on.” I encouraged, patting his shoulder.

He huffed dramatically, flipping off of me. I jumped up, filing through my stuff to get my bikini. I jumped when I turned around, not expecting Rudy to be right behind me. He stared into my eyes, making me a bit nervous. He pulled me into a hug, laying his head on my shoulder.

“I’m tired.” he grumbled, his lips brushing my skin.

“You don’t have to come with me if you want to sleep.” I offered, rubbing his naked back. 

“I don’t want to be by myself.” he complained, moving to kiss where his lips hit my skin. 

I froze in place, not sure what to do now. I was confused, scared, and now horny. I shuffled lightly in his hold, trying to act like what he did wasn’t affecting me in a major way. He sighed, pulling away. I smiled as I trekked to the bathroom, millions of thoughts racing in my head.

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Maddie C and Chase were already out in the pool when Rudy and I came down, Chase begging Maddie to get in with him. I threw my towel down on the chair, busting out some tanning oil spray. With the help of Maddie, I doused myself to hopefully bring some color to my pale features. Back home the weather couldn’t seem to make up its mind, sometimes being really hot one day then freezing the next. I sat down on the chair, my legs on either side as I scrolled through my phone for a minute. Rudy sat on the open space, looking at me expectantly.

“What?” I laughed.

“You did not drag me from my peaceful slumber to just sit here, get in the pool.” he commanded, pointing at where Chase was standing. 

“I want to lay out for a little bit,” I scoffed, moving my legs to his lap since he wouldn’t move. 

“Baby, get in the pool now!” he exclaimed, a grin coming to his face.

“Oh my god if you’ll shut up!” I huffed, glaring at him as he cheered. 

I dipped my toe in the water, surprised that the water was actually warm. I felt Rudy’s presence behind me again, his hands gripping my hips.

“Don’t you dare!” I hissed, whipping around to grab his wrists.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” he innocently tilted his head.

“I’m getting in, don’t fucking push me.” I giggled.

“You mean, like this?” he questioned, taking a head start to push both of us in the pool. 

I resurfaced, pushing my wet hair back. Rudy came up a second later, wisely he swam a little ways towards the deeper end of the pool. I turned around, deciding to give him the silent treatment. Chase and Maddie were cackling at us, Maddie gripping her stomach from how hard she was laughing. I swam to the shallow side, purposefully not looking at Rudy.

“You’re in trouble now Ru,” Chase grinned, quirking a brow.

“I’m hungry, you guys ok with me running to McDonald’s?” she asked, earning a nod from me.

Chase and her headed out, leaving just Rudy and I. I heard him swim closer to me, I made sure to keep myself from looking at him. He stood in front of me, my eyes casting down into the pool. I pouted, hoping he would feel bad.

“Are you really not talking to me?” he asked, silence from my end.

“Y/n...babe, talk to me. I’m sorry.” he whined, flopping himself in my arms. 

I didn’t move though, trying my hardest to not smile. He wrapped himself around me like a child, not letting go of me even when I tried to pry his arms away. He buried his head in my neck, crying dramatically. 

“Baby I’m sorry, please talk to me!” he cried, I couldn’t contain my smile anymore. 

I busted out laughing, throwing my head back. He pulled his head back to grin at me, his eyes shining in the sun. I caught his gaze, the both of us going silent. Rudy stood to his full height, caging me in by putting his arms on either side of me. My breath hitched in my throat, having to lean my head back since he towered over me. He leaned closer, forehead coming to rest on mine. Our lips just brushed together when a voice sounded out.

“Hope we aren’t interrupting!” Maddie B yelled, her girlfriend Mo and JD trekking behind her.

“I was wondering when I would see your face JD,” I chuckled, swimming closer to the edge where they were. 

“We missed you at dinner last night man.” Rudy spoke, bro hugging JD.

“Glad you could make it college girl!” JD smiled.

“Hey girlie long time no see!” Mo greeted, leaning down to hug me.

“So glad to see you Momo,” I grinned.

JD and Rudy ended up getting in a major splash war, which gave me enough time to escape the water so I could lay out for at least a few minutes. I chatted with the girls, Maddie C and Chase coming back finally. Maddie C passed out our food, Chase joining Rudy and JD. 

“So y/n, what was that we walked in on?” Maddie B asked, Mo wriggling her brows.

“Nothing,” I murmured.

“Wait, what?” Maddie C inquired.

“That was not nothing and you know it.” Mo inputed.

“Ok...we might have almost kissed, but I think it was just an in the moment kind of thing.” I shrugged.

“Y/n, stop being so delusional.” Maddie C ordered, as if it could just be that easy.

“You guys just don’t get it.” I murmured, my mood taking a huge downfall.

“Then help us understand,” Maddie B said, placing her hand on my arm comfortingly. 

“I was bullied...for my entire life because I’m not thin. Never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a guy, and I’m just scared. I’m scared it’s too good to be true, and Elaine seems to have something for Rudy anyways...I don’t want to get in the middle of that.” I rambled.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You know you’re one of our best friends, every single person here loves you. You are beautiful y/n, if anything you’re way out of Rudy’s league.” Maddie B informed, Maddie C and Mo agreeing. 

“Our lives wouldn’t be the same without you y/n, I think you have a killer bod babe. I’m sure Rudy thinks the same or he wouldn’t stare at you all the time.” Maddie C giggled.

“Thank you guys, I just don’t want to read too much into things...I don’t want to get my hopes up. My heart’s been broke too many times I don’t think I could handle it, especially with Rudy. I couldn’t bear to lose him...” I sighed, looking at the boys who were wrestling each other. 

“Are you ladies just going to sit there all day?” JD shouted, splashing water at us.

“We’re talking shit about you all.” I laughed.

“That’s not surprising, that’s all you girls do.” Chase scoffed, running his hand through his wet hair.

“After I took care of you last night...that’s a low blow babe.” Rudy sighed, shaking his head. JD quirked a brow at his friend, looking to Chase. The man shook his head, I guess signalling he didn’t know what was going on. 

“That’s what you get for taking up the whole bed.” I smirked, a mock offended expression on Rudy’s face.

“I’ll remember this,” he nodded.

“Oh come on guys, we don’t want to hear about you all doing the nasty.” Maddie C groaned, both Rudy and I’s cheeks turning a bright red.

“It wasn’t like that.” I griped, shoving her slightly.

Chase used the moment we were distracted to snatch Maddie C up and throw her in the pool, a scream escaping her as she hit the water. I cracked up as I watched them play fight in the water. I started to get hot, the LA sun taking its toll. I sat on the edge, my legs dangling in the pool. Rudy swam closer to me, standing between my legs. 

“Get in with me,” he pleaded, tugging on my arms.

“I will, just give me minute to get used to the water Ru.” I giggled.

We swam for hours, my chest hurting from how much I had laughed. It distracted me from my internal thoughts about what happened earlier with Rudy almost kissing me. I wondered if he really did like me, or if this was some kind of game. I didn’t think Rudy was the type for games so I scratched that off my mental list, but I just couldn’t fathom how he could possibly have feelings for me. 

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All of us somehow ended up in my room, scrolling on the TV to find a movie. We had just about everything from Chase’s pantry on the bed, drinks sitting on the end tables. JD wanted to watch a scary movie, the girls protesting against it. Call me weird, but I loved scary movies. The thrill always excited me, so his choice didn’t phase me at all.

“Y/n, you’re our guest.” Chase said, everyone looking to me.

“I love scary, but if no one else wants to watch it I’m cool with whatever.” I shrugged. 

The guys cheered, JD choosing Insidious, one of my all time favorites. Rudy cuddled me close to him, his eyes intently focusing on the screen. I had seen the movie millions of times, so the jump scares didn’t get to me anymore. I cackled when one of the girls would scream, or the guys would shout. Rudy hid his face in my neck at some parts, his hold on me tightening. Once the ending credits rolled, we put on a Disney movie to calm everyone’s nerves. My eyes began to droop, my head falling on Rudy’s chest. He played with my hair, his soft movements lulling me to sleep.

“You ever gonna grow some balls bro?” Chases asked.

“I don’t even know if she likes me back man,” Rudy sighed.

“You all are so perfect for each other, better shoot your shot before it’s too late.” Maddie C spoke. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right, I’ve made it so blatantly obvious, but she doesn’t seem to respond.” he rambled.

“Talk to her about it, not gonna hurt anything to have that communication.” Maddie B said.

“I think I might just do that, I can’t wait any longer for her to catch the hint.” he sighed.

[burnedbyshoto]

Amelioration

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: cursing, soulmate!au

word count: 5,792

a/n: here is the final part to the happiness series!!!! does reader forgive shouto??? does shouto marry momo??? who knows!!!

Happiness (part one) ~ Bravado (part two)

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amelioration: (n) the act of making something better; improving

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For the first time since that night seven months ago you feel truly and completely happy.

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Two Months Later

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It took time, but you believed after months of being upset, you were happy.

The periods of you crying over a boy, who didn’t want you, had stopped two months ago. Two months of rediscovering who you were. Two months of figuring out what kind of person you were outside of this soulmate ordeal.

Why did romance always have to overpower everything?

Why did everyone need someone else to love them when they could love themselves?

Why the hell couldn’t you love yourself despite believing no one else could?

So you had thrown yourself into work. You decided to invest yourself into what you did best as you figured out how to make yourself happy. You hadn’t spoken to anyone in your old class since Kirishima’s birthday celebration; you weren’t embarrassed by your actions, but you didn’t want to discuss anything with them.

Your phone number was changed, and you had moved out of Kaminari’s place within twenty hours. You hadn’t opened any sort of social media in weeks because you had started to get DM’s from your friends— if they even wanted to consider you their friend after that.

Yes, your guilt had quickly consumed you after that night, but the truth of the matter was that you were, in fact, happier. Your role as a sidekick to Miruko kept you busy (she was aiming to climb the charts again) and you, finally a Pro Hero, were now inducted into the chart. You needed to perform well to keep Miruko happy.

Todoroki’s name on your wrist was no longer covered; it was visible by anyone and everyone who dared to look.

“Todoroki Shouto?!” the man in front of you exclaimed as he held your wrist gently in his hand. “Isn’t that the Pro-Hero Shouto, son of the number one hero?!”

You nod your head with a smile. It was the downside of being soulmates with someone as big of an influence in Japan as the Todoroki’s. “It is,” you say as you pull your arm back. “Is that a problem?” You ask, your head tilting to the side.

You were on one of the many dates you’d had since that night two months ago.

Each one started or ended sort of like this.

You were happy, yet no one else would let you forget about your cosmic mistake.

“Don’t you know Shouto?” he asks with a confused look. “Didn’t you two go to U.A. together? I remember watching the two of you compete at the Sports Festival!”

“As much as I would love to discuss Todoroki, I am trying to learn about you tonight,” you say as coolly as you can.

It was nearing Christmas Eve.

It was a holiday for lovers. A day that held the record for the most black ink tattoos turning gold in Japan. You just didn’t want to spend it alone, especially seeing that you would most likely not be celebrating it with your old classmates.

“Yeah, but the thing is I’m friends with Shouto! I can’t be here romancing his soulmate!” He exclaims whipping out his phone, and immediately you’re on guard.

“What are you doing?” You ask trying to peer at his phone screen.

“Just texting my friend,” he laughs as he pockets his phone, “but I mean, what did he do to deserve the silent treatment? I know there are fangirls out there who would die to have his name on their wrists! Did you know that some girl actually got his name tattooed on her wrist over her soulmates?!”

Your eyebrows scrunch and you felt uneasy, but you let it go, deciding to continue the conversation instead. “You’re not able to put ink over soulmate tattoos.”

“It was part of her quirk or something like that!” He laughed merrily. “But what made you run away from him? Is it because he’s the worst at keeping conversations going?”

“I don’t really want to talk about Todoroki,” you admit as the waiter set your plates in front of you.

You wanted to leave. You didn’t want to be associated with anyone that would remind you of Todoroki. You could handle your dates being in awe over your soulmate, but them knowing him on a personal level? That was too much.

“Oh, okay sure!” he nods as he grabs his chopsticks. “I have no filter, sorry!”

Your smile is strained, but the dinner goes on smoothly.

The conversation between the two of you flows as smooth as it can. You’re apprehensive about getting too personal with him and he asks anything on his mind. Besides knowing about his connection to Todoroki, it wasn’t a bad date. But it was not likely that you would go out with him again in the foreseeable future.

“So you’re a sidekick over at Miruko’s agency?” He asks.

The plates that had held your food have been eaten to completion. The waiter returning to grab the dirty dishes as he leaned towards you. Your fingers grasped onto your glass of water as you drink it slowly. Your head nodding as you place the cup down.

“Yeah, I started off as an intern my first year at U.A., and I think it’s safe to say we clicked.” You explain brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s really great getting to work with her, I love Rumi.”

“Oh, I bet! Miruko scares me though! But again, I nearly crapped myself the first time I met Endeavor.” He laughed good-naturedly and you smiled in amusement. Being a side-kick at Endeavors agency was a testament to his strength as a hero. Getting in and staying there was no joke. “Plus with that ugly-- oh, hey! Over here!” He exclaimed with a large grin, his arm-waving to someone behind you.

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion but the warmth of your tattoo grew as you felt someone standing by you.

“Shouto,” He says standing up and bowing to the man behind you. You stay in your seat, frozen stiff while burning holes into your dates head. “I’m so glad you came!”

“You invited a stranger on our date?” You snap as you stand up, immediately grabbing your purse and jacket that hung on the chair. “Thanks for a good evening but I have to go now.” You say ignoring his protests.

Your fingers grabbed a few yen you had and threw it on the table.

Making sure to turn out towards the side that Todoroki was not on, you hurried out. Their calls for you to come back falling deaf on your ears.

Your name being called did not stop you, nor did the looks being thrown your way. Weaving through people, you finally made it outdoors.

It was empty outside. No cars were driving by; no people walking either. It was empty with only the slowly falling snow to keep you company. Your jacket was hastily pulled on and the cold air stung at your cheeks as you continued walking. You needed to get away, yet you have no idea where you are right now.

“Y/n!” A voice called out for you.

It was him.

Your step doubled in speed, not quite running because of your low traction shoes. But the air stung more against your cheeks, and your nose turned red as you continued hustling.

“Y/n, wait!”

You didn’t want to wait. It had been months of you waiting, and now he wanted to make amends?! Now he wanted you to wait?

No.

Fuck that.

But then you heard the all too familiar sound of his quirk being used, and your feet were frozen in place.

Your eyes widen as you nearly fall over, your balance uneven.

“Fucking let me go!” You yell as you power your quirk through your legs, snapping yourself free from his trap, but it’s too late.

He holds your wrist before you can get away, pulling you towards him, and still, you don’t look at him.

Todoroki’s hand burns through your jacket and warms up your body and you hate that it makes you dizzy. You detest how unnaturally your body wants him near. How your heart yearned for him to win you over, but your brain screamed louder. Your brain demands you to move, and you comply.

“Let go of me.” You growl lowly, as you pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Please hear me out.” Todoroki pleads, once again holding onto you, but this time it’s by your jacket.

You despise the cold but it makes you unhappy being trapped by Todoroki. It makes you unhappy feeling like you will forgive someone when they don’t deserve it. So defiantly you slip out from the jacket.

The bitter and sharp air stab into your skin as you continue storming away, his shouts falling deaf on your ears. You didn’t want this, you didn’t need this. You were perfectly okay without him in your life, and now he was doing what? Trying to get you back into his life?

Was he going to ask you for permission to marry Momo?

Demand that you continue being unhappy for his sake?

That wasn’t going to happen, you wouldn’t let him use you like that.

Hot and angry tears freeze on your cheeks as you sniffle from the cold.

Footsteps hit the ground and your eyes widen as Todoroki is suddenly in front of you. His chest heaving, his eyes angry and sad.

“Put on your fucking jacket, idiot.” He speaks as he puts the warm fabric back around you.

“I don’t want it.” You sneer throwing the jacket onto the floor. Your eyes glaring daggers into him as smokey breaths expel from your mouth. “What do you want?! What is so damn important to you that you’re chasing after a girl you don’t fucking want?!”

“You’re my soulmate,” Todoroki flatly states, bending down to grab your jacket. He misses the way you roll your eyes and the temptation you have to kick him square in the dick and run away.

“I’m not your soulmate.” You say, your eyes locked on his as he stands back up. “You made that perfectly clear the first night. Say what you need to say and leave me alone.”

He stares at you at a loss of words.

It’s so cold, and you want nothing more than to leave him standing outside in the cold. You want to take your jacket from his hands. The jacket is warm because he’s using his quirk, and yet you want to yell at him to stop it. Why is he doing this? What is his purpose in standing here in front of you?

“What is it!” You scream but it’s broken. It sounds like a pathetic plead as your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m…” Todoroki looks at you with panicked eyes. He doesn’t know what he needs to say, and it makes your throat tight. “I’m sorry…” He mumbles, his eyes falling from your face down to the jacket in his hands.

“You’re… you’re sorry?!” You repeat, your voice pitching as you stumble backward. Your face is twisted with anger and defeat. “Why the hell are you sorry?”

Todoroki looks back at you, his jaw dropping to respond back to you, but you don’t want to hear his reasoning. You don’t want to know what dared him to feel sorry.

“Shut up.” You whisper, making Todoroki stop in his tracks.

“What--?”

“You didn’t want me. You were the one who told me that you wouldn’t break your promise with Momo! You were in love with someone that isn’t yours and you decided that no matter who your soulmate was, she was the one. You rejected me! I wasn’t the one who fucking rejected you! A-And now what?! You’re goddamn sorry?!” Your voice is shrill. This is a never-ending fight, a looping argument that will never find its peace. “I deserve someone who fucking wants me for me! You didn’t want me until my name was slapped over your wrist, and even with that, you didn’t want me! So why on fucking god would I want your apology?!”

Your chest heaves and all Todoroki can do is stare at you, his eyes wide, his mouth locked together.

“I wasn’t lying, nor was I being petty when I said I wanted you to drown in your guilt and your thoughts. I want you to never be able to look at me again because you broke me in seconds.” Your finger jabbed against his chest as you took your jacket and pulled it around your steaming body. “But I also wasn’t lying when I said I wished you and Momo happiness and love, so I hope whenever you marry her… whenever you’re years down the road and you have your own family and are happy... I want you to see my face. I want you to remember that it was my unhappiness, my sacrifice, that gave you that.”

Your eyes held no tears as you turned away, the cold wind futile as you walked away.

“You rejected me on my birthday, and now this is me rejecting you.” You mutter just loud enough for him to barely hear you.

The snow falling onto your head a joke. It was a mockery of the beauty and innocence of yourself.

But you felt better, you were getting better, and now you were going to move on.

You were improving, even if it was ever so slightly.

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Ten Months Ago

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Shouto’s eyes stared at your name inked into his skin.

The black ink mocking him of what had transpired that night. It wasn’t that he was unhappy with your name being there. Had it not been for Momo he would have thanked the world for giving him someone he already trusted. But that was not the case right now.

Momo had been there for him for years. A force that reminded him that someone cared for him. She was a great friend, and it was only a matter of time before he fell for her.

Shouto had been there the night of her eighteenth birthday, the white light consuming her as Shouto realized that they weren’t meant for each other. He hadn’t been sad, and in fact, he had been happy for his friend as she exclaimed she knew who was on her wrist.

Shouto listened as she pulled out her phone, immediately calling the name of the person who was meant to be hers. It was exciting, and Shouto remembers laying on her mattress looking up at the ceiling in happiness for her. That is until her voice cracked.

Momo pulled the phone away, dropping it to her lap as she smiled.

Her soulmate was leaving the country.

They weren’t coming back to Japan ever.

Momo sniffs as she brushed away a tear. “What’s a girl to do about it,” she whispers.

“I’ll be your soulmate then,” Shouto said without thinking, as he normally does.

“Wha--”

“I’ll do it.” He insists as he sits up. “Being rejected isn’t something anyone should go through, especially if it’s just about distance. I know you don’t believe me, but if by the time it’s my birthday and I don’t have a soulmate I’ll pretend to be yours.”

“Todoroki-san, I can’t ask that of you!” Momo says shaking her head. “That would be unfair to when you have your own soulmate!”

“I want to help you out,” Shouto insists. “I won’t force you of course, but if you show up tomorrow with the ink-covered up, I’m all for it.”

It was then that Momo’s face flushed red, and her head turned away.

Shouto watched as the following day she appeared with her wrist blank, and his heart pounded at the thought of just what they were hoping to pull off.

But as all things go, a fake romance and a tight companionship turned into a real one, and Shouto found himself falling for the girl who couldn’t be his. Her persona became his drug and like a madman, he craved her, and the thing was she did too.

His birthday came around and he had no soulmate, so they went public.

Shouto was allowed to love the heiress out in the open, his own future soulmate wasn’t a thought on his mind.

That was until that March night.

He had been close friends with you since the end of the first trimester of the first year at school. Having Hero Work so frequently together only strengthened his friendship with you, and when he saw his name appear on his wrist, the reality of his lie came at full force.

Shouto should have known, he’d never been lucky in life. His soulmate both knew of his lie and was someone important in his life. Shouto didn’t know how to respond as you stood before him in complete euphoria. There was a serene look on your face as you seemed ready to give him anything.

But he panicked.

His feelings -- his love -- for Momo were too strong, and he had long ago said fuck what the universe wanted. So, like a fool, he denied you. Rejected a soulmate as Momo’s had done to her. But you were relentless, albeit correctly so at that, and burned away all the reasonings he had for this predicament. Your eyes inflamed, your energy wild, and Shouto made the mistake of lashing out as well. Submitting to his own emotions and saying things he regrets.

So currently, Shouto found himself in Momo’s room as routine. Sitting on her chair, he was silent as his girlfriend chatted about her dream. She then went on about how hopeful she was that you would have your soulmate’s name on your wrist. Shouto wasn’t listening though, his eyes locked on your name, the most twisted reality was coming to life and he didn’t know how to stop it.

“Okay, but my foundation is almost out so we need to go buy some later,” Momo announced as she walked over to him, the permanent marker in her fingers. “I know we tested out the new pen last time, did it work…” Her voice trailed off and Shouto looked up at her.

She had seen it.

“Oh, my god!” Momo panics as she drops the pen. “W-What are we going to do?!”

Shouto looks up at Momo, his face as confused as hers, “I… I don’t know?”

“Where you still with her when she found out?”

Shouto groaned as he put his face in his hands and dropped his head.

“Shouto…”

Shouto looked up at her, his face full of guilt and told Momo exactly what had transpired. Her face only grew in anxiety and a look of guilt exploded within her eyes.

“I can’t believe you told y/n that!” Momo cried as she shook her head. “You probably destroyed her! She’s your soulmate, Shouto! I would have understood!”

“But I promised you that I would be yours.” Shouto whispers. His head feels like it’s ready to explode. He wants to be with Momo but everything within him yearns for you.

Duty versus love.

Which was more important to Shouto had never been touched before, and now it was making his head split.

“I want to try with her, but I don’t want to just leave you… and the class thinks we’re soulmates!” Shouto groans even more as his fingers clutch at his hair. “We fucked up.”

“We can figure things out later?” Momo suggests with a confused face. “We need to discuss this more before we make a final decision.”

Shouto found himself unable to keep his eyes off of you from that moment on.

Your wrist was clear of his name, and he watched as other boys in the class continue to flirt with you. Shouto noticed every fake smile, every moment where you weren’t being truthful about your feelings, and it made him feel like throwing up.

You were everywhere all at once, and Shouto could only watch.

It didn’t help that you absolutely hated his guts now. Every single private interaction had you fifty steps ahead of him. Your steps light as a feather yet felt like an earthquake as you denied him the chance at looking at you.

Shouto found himself in Momo’s room with his decision one morning. The morning that ended with you telling him to forget all about you.

“I want y/n,” Shouto whispered to Momo. “I know I said I was going to stay with you, but… I can’t do this to her anymore. I thought I was sure about you but is missing your soulmate this hard?”

Momo was silent as she rubbed his back, her fingers stiff and foreign. Since your birthday they hadn’t been able to be comfortable around each other anymore.

“Well,” Momo whispers with her lips pursed. “I had you to distract me, it made it so much… more bearable. It wasn’t that I didn’t want them any less, but you have me enough love and attention it wasn’t always in my thoughts.”

That sent a painful twang to his heart as Shouto groaned, yet another heated line to your argument was true. He had fucked you over and now you didn’t want a single thing to do with him. “I fucked up.” He rustles.

“We both did, I owe y/n the biggest apology, I just hope she’ll forgive us,” Momo mumbles. “And I know that the situation is awful timing, but my soulmate reached out to me last night, and well… they’re coming back.”

Despite the bittersweet feeling of that revelation, Shouto smiled for his friend as he pulled her into a hug.

“I’m happy for you,” Shouto says. “I hope that you’ll be happy.”

Momo sobs and Shouto pulls away to see the heiress rubbing tears away as she shakes her head.

“I should have just dealt with it! I wouldn’t have put you into this situation and you would have been happy! It was just six m-months! I could have dealt with six m-months of h-heartbreak!” She guilty cried into her hands.

“I was the one who did the most damage,” Shouto disagrees as he rubs her back softly. “At the end of the day, it was me.”

It was hard for him to admit it but as he said those words Shouto felt the need to prove to you that he was your soulmate. A soulmate you could love.

He was going to win you back, no matter how long it took.

The next day was their graduation, and for the first time ever both Shouto and Momo wore their true soulmates names on their wrist. It just so happened that no one noticed, and before Shouto could confront you, you were gone.

His school uniform, a proud symbol of where he was from and of his journey, wilted. The second button on his jacket broken and in his hand. It was to be a gesture to you, the sign that you held his heart, but you were gone. The worst part was that he had no idea where to begin looking for you.

It seemed that the universe was not in his favor either.

You had blocked his number, no longer lived at home, and Miruko was no longer working in collusion with Endeavor.

He wasn’t sure where you were and no one would give him any hints. The birthday celebrations for his old friends were always attended by everyone, but you. The one he missed you showed up to. It was a constant reminder of his tragedy, and it was the same for Momo.

You wouldn’t let him get near and the first time he saw you, it was in a situation he didn’t want, and yet couldn’t blame you for.

Shouto was running late to Kirishima’s party. He had accidentally fallen asleep at his desk at work and woke up to it being nearly midnight. Cursing he changed quickly and rushed to where Momo was hosting the party. Tonight was the night where he was going to get you to talk to him. He was going to confront his mistakes, and for him to apologize for being one of the biggest douches on the planet.

When the taxi pulled outside of the house Shouto clutched his present close to him. His anxiety high, his heart pounding at the thought of finally being able to see you.

But the first thing he saw were two figures kissing sensually on the doorsteps. He didn’t need to wonder who it was, he could point you out in a crowd of imposters.

Shouto watched in silent jealousy and horror as you pulled away, and your face shines with joy.

You were happy.

Shouto watches with swinging emotions as he can’t figure out whether to be happy, mad, jealous, or sad. Did he have a right to any of these emotions? God, he knew he didn’t but they were stirring within him.

Paralyzed and overwhelmed, Shouto continues staring at you, unable to figure out why the fuck Kaminari is touching you like that. Your head leaning against his shoulder as your fingers play with his hands.

It takes everything within him not to freeze the world into the next Ice Age, but the feeling disappears when Kaminari glows a bright white.

Shouto can’t help the small victory that erupts in his chest as he begins to walk over, his mind on a single track of getting you back. You and Kaminari seem immersed in a conversation so that you both don’t notice Shouto.

He stood there, hearing from you about how you had been hiding your soulmate, and Kaminari talking about staying with you. It angered him, this shouldn’t have been a thing to happen to begin with!

So when his name was finally spoken, and you told Kaminari to shut up, did Shouto finally speak up. But it wasn’t the conversation or tone Shouto wished for. He was angry still, emotionally stunted as he couldn’t keep quiet. Your comments about this being a mistake piled up onto his emotional horror. His anger palpitating as he wanted to say what he had been rehearsing, but it wasn’t coming out.

Blame and anger were what was expressed instead. Hurtful things pouring from each other’s mouths and accusations of not waiting.

You had been angry about something that had happened seven months ago. Shouto thought it was about you hiding away from him, not an engagement ring that sat on Momo’s finger. But when that was revealed to him it was too late to apologize. The deception Momo and he had pulled months earlier was revealed as you left with the last laugh.

Nothing had been accomplished, and Shouto felt like the world was crashing around him once more. He kept fucking up… why was he so bad at this?

Shouto wanted you, he needed you; still, whenever he confronted you it seemed to end in a battle.

Even tonight as he stood under the falling snow watching your figure storm away he paused. He wanted to make things work, but you weren’t bending to his pleas.

He shivered due to the cold, his eyes looking at your name printed on his wrist. Shouto couldn’t blame you for behaving the way you were, and with one final resolve he took after you in the snowy environment.

Even if you didn’t want him back, even if you truly rejected him, he was going to make you listen to his apology.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

You climbed the staircase into your apartment, the sounds of your shoes echoing through the hallways were loud in your ear.

Why was it that you couldn’t get away from him? Why were you never able to be free of your goddamn soulmate? You didn’t want him and he didn’t want you so why did it matter?

You pushed through the third-floor door and your ears caught onto the main floor door slamming open. Someone was in a rush, you thought as you walked down the halls pulling out your keys and entering your apartment.

It was a hot tea and bath night. You wanted to rub his touch off your body.

Fuck the universe and everything it claimed, you weren’t happy with who they had chosen for you. What made them so sure you and Todoroki of all people were destined lovers?

What made him perfect for you?

You slipped your key into the lock and stepped in. The door clicked behind you as you take off your shoes, saying hello to an empty apartment that was still littered with your moving boxes. You didn’t even have that many belongings, but you had been too busy to start unpacking, too unmotivated to begin.

The apartment was warm and you slipped your jacket from your shoulders and hung it on a hook. Ready to end your night with a cup of tea and a nice soak in the bath, you turned on your heel.

But you stopped.

A frantic knock echoed through your hallway, your front door physically moving from the pounding.

Your eyebrows knit as you walk over to the door, your guard up as you open the door.

It’s Todoroki, his eyes widen as you open the door, and his hand flying out as you try slamming the door in his face.

“Please hear me out!”

“I don’t have to give you shit!”

“Y/n--!”

“Stop! I don’t fucking want to hear it!”

“I want to say sorry!”

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

“I know you don’t, but -- fuck -- y/n, please!”

You hate that the desperation, pain, and sincere guilt in his voice makes your constitution crumble.

Sighing, you open the door, and Todoroki pulls his hand away. It’s slightly bleeding and most likely bruised from having been trapped by the door.

“You have ten minutes to explain yourself, and after that, you will respect what I want to do concerning you.”

Todoroki walks into your apartment, and you watch as he walks to your living room. You follow behind and sit down on the chair furthest away from him.

“You have eight minutes.” You say as you sit down, your legs pulled up on the chair, your chin sitting on your knees.

Todoroki nodded, his fingers clenching with his nerves as he began.

You listened to every word, every excuse, and every reason for what happened.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as his apology became a speech. His apology was a story that you knew was coming.

Months of wondering what made him choose Momo unraveling before you as he apologized. His fingers locked into his pant legs as you stared at him.

“I know I fucked up. I fucked up more than anyone really could, and I don’t know how to fix it.” Shouto dragged his fingers through his hair, a clear indication of his frustrations. “I know that my apology can be seen as something you can see as being pure guilt, but I want to go back. I want to go back to that night and yell at myself for being an idiot. I shouldn’t have rejected you, and I should have done more to get you back but I didn’t. I just can’t stop thinking about you, and I want you, but I know it isn’t right of me to demand such things.”

Your eyes fall away from his face as you try to figure out your own thoughts.

What should you do? What can you do?

You were becoming happy without him, why did you need him now?

“What are you expecting from this?” You whisper staring at him. Shouto’s eyes widen, he wasn’t expecting that question, and eight minutes had been up ages ago. “What do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t expect anything,” Shouto confesses, his eyes looking at the floor. “I apologized for myself, as you said. I’m not expecting you to forgive me or give me a chance at winning you over again. I know I messed up a lot, and if you don’t want me that’s okay.”

You fall silent, your mind roaring as you try to figure out what to do.

What should you do?

“I can forgive you,” you said with a soft sigh. “I can forgive you, but I won’t be your girlfriend, nor will I be romantically involved with you.”

Shouto’s face falls as he takes in your words.

“Y/n--” 

“Let me finish,” you interrupt as you raise your hand. “If you want my name to turn to gold, and if you want my genuine love, you have to work for it. Just because the universe chose you for me, doesn’t mean I agree. Make me agree with the universe. Fight for me, woo me, make me want you in return. I’m willing to love you for the rest of my life, but you need to give me a reason to want you.”

Shouto’s eyes warmed as he nodded, a smile falling on his face as he nodded.

“I can do that.”

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Bonus!

Your arms wrapped around Shouto’s neck as you grinned.

Your mouth pressed kiss after kiss after kiss on his mouth.

“You’re. An. Idiot.” Shouto laughs between every kiss, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs as he had you lifted up on his waist.

It was a year later, and the mess that had come about for the two of you had finally dissolved. The two of you were in love, and yet those words had yet to be told between the two of you,

You hadn’t said it because you still weren’t sure. Shouto refused to before you because he was scared of how you’d respond.

Your mouth moved fluidly against his as he hummed in appreciation.

“I love you,” He whispers as your lips pressed against his jaw.

You freeze as you feel Shouto still underneath you. You pull away as your heart pounds in your chest. It's silent as neither one of you speak. Eyes lock on each other and your smile grows as you press a kiss against his mouth again.

“I love you, too,” you whisper as he drops you to the floor. His hands cup your face and it brings you elation as his mouth pressed against yours.

Neither one of you sees it at the moment, but as his sleeve falls from his wrist and your wrist is exposed as you clutch his shirt, gold ink stains both your wrists.

True love after the pain is possible, sometimes it takes a bit of personal improvement to get there.

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Hi💛 I've suddenly found your blog and I'm in love with its adorableness. I hope you're okay with me sending a prompt. I just need more fluff with Todoroki siblings: Shoto being too lazy on the weekend at his siblings' house and refusing to get up, so they try to get him out the bed to start a new day (Natsuo never stops teasing him about his relationship with Izuku)

Gahhh thank you so much - that really warms my heart! Yessss, I love this prompt so much! :O I think after all the drama recently, these poor kids deserve a break! Hope you enjoy 💛

Shoto looked around him, taking in his surroundings. He was in class. Present Mic Sensei had his back to him, writing the lyrics to some corny English song on the blackboard, while Kaminari sung them out loud with surprising accuracy.

'We're no strangers to love~'

Shoto turned to look at Momo, ready to ask her just what the hell was happening, but instead of his friend, he found a giant teddy bear with long black hair in her place. Shoto’s eyes widened with shock when the bear turned to meet his gaze, nodding to him before focusing back on the lesson.

Okay then… He thought to himself and tried another tactic.

He suddenly stood up from his seat and wandered over to Izuku’s desk, because apparently that was allowed. Even if it did matter though, their teacher didn’t seem to notice, too busy engaging in a dance competition with Ashido, while Kaminari continued to sing. Somehow, Jirou had managed to procure a keyboard and was playing a familiar tune that Shoto couldn’t quite recognise.

Ignoring the odd display, he approached his boyfriend’s desk to find him muttering to himself. Shoto welcomed the small semblance of normalcy.

‘Izuku.’ He began. ‘What’s going on-?’

He stopped abruptly when Izuku turned to face him. Instead of rosy cheeks adorned in freckles and wide emerald eyes, Shoto came face-to-face with a full head of broccoli. He took a moment to fully comprehend what was going on.

Breathe, Shoto. It’s okay. Your boyfriend is a broccoli. It’s fine. It’s going to be alright.

Shoto bent down to inspect the vegetable love of his life. ‘Izuku! Izuku, are you okay? What happened? Was it a quirk? Can you breathe?’

A large hole suddenly opened from where Shoto assumed Izuku’s mouth was. He held his breath with anticipation.

‘According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly.’

Shoto blinked dumbly.

‘What the fuck-’

‘Wake uuuuuuup!’

Shoto shot up out of bed, breathing heavily as he adjusted to the light of his room. The curtains had been opened, allowing the morning sun to flood in. He winced at the brightness before he noticed Natsuo, stood next to the window with a knowing smirk plastered to his face. Shoto grumbled something unintelligible and collapsed back onto his futon, pulling at the covers to hide his face.

He heard an amused snort. ‘Wakey wakey, Shotouto!’

‘Fuck off.’ Shoto retorted, face buried in his pillow. ‘It’s Sunday.’

‘Now now, that’s no way to talk to your oniisan.’ Natsuo tutted playfully as footsteps approached. Shoto remained silent, hoping his brother would take the hint and piss off, but no such luck. ‘Neechan told me to wake you up nicely, but I see now that you have forced my hand.’

Before Shoto could ask what he even meant by that, suddenly a huge weight collapsed on top of him and Shoto let out a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making. He flailed around under the covers, trying and failing to kick his brother off of him but to no avail.

‘Natsuo, get the fuck off me!’ He got up on all fours, carrying Natsuo on his back, before he rolled onto his side and the two of them went flying.

‘Yaaaaaghhhhh!’

Shoto landed on the tatami floors, his bed sheets wrapped around him and Natsuo’s leg draped over his head. Scrunching up his face in distaste, he shoved the prickly leg away with his right hand and smirked sadistically when his brother yelped in response. If Natsuo’s leg now had a patch of frost coating it, then that was his secret.

‘Neechan!’ Shoto yelled out, voice feigning innocence. ‘Natsuo-nii is being mean to me!’

‘He’s lying!’ Natsuo quickly shot back, picking Shoto up and lifting him above his head before he could even react. Shoto blamed his slow reflexes on his tiredness.

‘Put me down, dickhead!’ He tried to punch at his brother’s arms but the angle made it extremely difficult. Cackling maniacally, Natsuo spun them around in circles. ‘Stoooop!!!’

‘Who’s this Izuku you were talking about in your sleep, Shotouto?’ He asked instead, causing Shoto to still; he stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes and felt his cheeks burn.

‘None of your business.’ He bit back, but that just proved to further fuel his brother’s curiosity.

‘I dunno, seemed pretty serious to me.’ Shoto could practically hear the grin in Natsuo’s voice, before he abruptly stopped spinning them around. His brother let out a delighted gasp that Shoto did not like in the slightest. ‘Wait a minute, Izuku… You were dreaming about that Midoriya-kun you brought around a few weeks ago?!’

Shoto said nothing, not trusting his voice.

Natsuo chortled. ‘Oh my god, you were! Oh, Neechan is going to love this-’

His brother’s words were cut off the moment Shoto grabbed onto his forearm, sending a wave of ice down Natsuo’s body until he was fully encased, with only his eyes and nose exposed. Shoto turned his head and looked down at his brother, fully enjoying the irritated noises he was making.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, Natsuo-nii. Did you say something? I can’t quite hear you.’

His brother let out a muffled yell, scowling at him. However, it didn’t last long. Before the situation could escalate further, the door to Shoto’s room suddenly slid open and Fuyumi entered, hands on her hips and a look of resignation on her face.

‘Oh, Natsuo’s being mean to you, eh?’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘Really seems like it.’

‘Neechan-’

‘Don’t want to hear it. De-ice your Niichan or no soba for you.’

‘Soba?’

One word, one simple word and Shoto leaped off of his brother and pressed his left hand to his icy chest, promptly melting him. When he was liberated, Natsuo shivered violently and shoved him back.

‘Someone’s sensitive this morning.’ He grumbled, shaking his damp hair in Shoto’s general direction. However, before he could get drenched, Shoto quickly jumped out of its trajectory and bolted for the kitchen, leaving Natsuo and Fuyumi to stare at each other, bewildered.

He ran down the hallway when he suddenly heard Fuyumi speak. He stopped in his tracks and turned his head.

‘Come on Natsuo, pay up.’

‘Fuyumiiiii!’

‘Come on, you sabotaged yourself there.’ His sister retorted. ‘Of course, he likes Midoriya-kun. I called it. Now give me my 4000 Yen!’

Heat pooled to Shoto’s face, turning him bright red. Unable to control it, his left side suddenly burst into flames, destroying his pajamas and singing the walls.

‘I am a poor university student, Neechan! This is robbery- Wait...’ Natsuo suddenly sniffed the air. ‘Do I smell smoke?’

Fuck.

❄🔥❄

Shoto sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. He was curious about his dream from before. However, after initially searching “What happens if your boyfriend turns into a vegetable” and finding several dark humour posts that he didn’t quite understand, he quickly decided to stick to the simple questions.

He was just familiarising himself with the song Present Mic Sensei had been teaching them in his dream, while simultaneously learning an entire branch of internet culture in the process, when Natsuo bounced into the room and draped himself over Shoto on the sofa. His brother rested his chin on his shoulder and squished his cheek against Shoto’s own scarred one.

‘Watcha googling?’ He mumbled, trying to look at his phone screen.

In that moment, Shoto stilled. He allowed a small grin to grace his face as he turned to look at his brother knowingly. Natsuo stepped back hesitantly, removing himself from Shoto and off of the sofa, worried. Maintaining eye contact with his brother, Shoto turned his screen to reveal his search results.

The lyrics to Never Gonna Give You Up shone across Natsuo’s face and his grey eyes widened with shock. Shoto’s grin broadened when his brother gasped dramatically and clutched at his chest before promptly falling to the ground.

‘Noooooooo!’ He sobbed, curling in on himself. ‘How could you, Sho?!’

Shoto rose from where he was seated and stood over his brother, victorious.

‘That’s for placing a bet on my love life.’

‘What is going on here?!’ Fuyumi ran into the room, out of breath. ‘I leave you two for five minutes and- Wait, Natsuo, why are you on the floor?’

In that moment, both Shoto and Natsuo looked up at their sister with uncanny synchrony. However, while Shoto flashed Fuyumi a cool smile, his brother looked significantly more distressed.

‘I can no longer go on, Neechan!’ He sobbed. ‘I have been rickrolled by my baby brother! I have brought dishonour to my family!’ He raised a fist and shook it at the ceiling. ‘Damn you, old man! You were right all along!’

‘Shoto, what did you do to him?!’ Fuyumi exclaimed, rounding on Shoto. ‘He just called father right. What happened?’

‘He literally said it.’ Shoto shrugged, weaving around his sister to exit the room so he could brag about his recent accomplishments to Izuku over the phone. After a moment of consideration though, he peeked his head back into the room. ‘Also, Natsuo-nii, remember to pay up. Izuku is a really good kisser, after all.’

The cry of anguish his brother emitted, along with Fuyumi’s joyful cackling echoed down the hallway.

Shoto allowed himself a small smile.

[todoshotoki]

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an empty stomach.

he could vividly remember when his father would yell at him. his voice booming throughout the house as he complained about how much time he had wasted on shoto.

look here world! my son’s a failure!

he told him that he shouldn’t waste his quirk and fall victim to weakness as if it wasn’t enji’s fault that shoto had grown up so reserved after his mother was sent away.

the only thing that shoto could control was his food intake.

seeing his father get upset that he wouldn’t eat and struggle was another type of pleasure. he would purposely make himself sick and watch his old man burst a blood vessel over it.

everything was set out in life for him. he should be grateful, many people would love to be on the road to success. but when you were told over and over that your thoughts weren’t yours and you did know what was best for you, it really messed with your sense of identity and control of over your actions.

when shoto had been eating poorly, it started to worry you.

you all were laughing and eating together except for the quiet ones per usual but something seemed incredibly off with your boyfriend. he hadn’t touched his food at all. you reached for his hand subtly and took it into yours. he was colder than usual. you rubbed his hand with your thumb as if to say, i’m here for you.

he would usually say something to someone. he had peaked his head out of his shell nowadays and was more open to speaking about his problems to either you or midoriya but he wouldn’t even say anything to izuku either.

you just prayed it wasn’t his home life again.

the next day when you were doing quirk endurance was when everything spun off track.

“todoroki-kun, are you okay?” you hear from behind you. turning your head to see yaoyorozu kneeling next to a crouched todoroki. he was out of breath, taking in every breath as if he slipped up for one second he would die. it was very clear that his body was shaking relentlessly as he struggled to get back on his feet.

you deactivated your quirk and joined the two to check up on your boyfriend. “what’s wrong?” you ask momo sweeping todoroki’s hair up to check his temperature.

“i don’t know everything seemed fine, he was on his feet one moment and he was down the next.” her lips trembled a bit as she looked at his sickened state.

“sho, you’re burning up,” you removed your ungloved hand on his forehead. “it’s no use it won’t work,” he breathily huffed, his head swaying as if he was so drowsy that he couldn’t even keep his head up straight.

“what won’t work?” you ask him again and this time he doesn’t respond. a ghost of whisper passes his lips as he can’t choke the words out. “hey, lay him down, (l/n). i’ll get mr. aizawa!” yaoyorozu gets up as you lower his head down onto the rock. you felt incredibly bad as your quirk could do nothing to help him.

“my fire...” he shakily let out,  “it’s not working,”

that’s when it finally hit you. he was exhausted because he hasn’t been eating properly so he can’t even regulate the temperature in his body to make it comfortable for him. his fire quirk won’t activate because his body is too busy using the heat to keep him from completely freezing over.

“did you ate breakfast today? blink once, no, blink twice, yes.” you say, waving your hands over his eyes to keep him focused on something. he blinked once which worried you. “you’re not supposed to be skipping any meals, sho...,” your lips curling in a slight frown.

“-he just collapsed. i don’t know what’s come over him.” you heard the urgent pairs of footsteps behind you. “he hasn’t been eating,” you told mr. aizawa. he nodded and your throat grew dry as you turned back to shoto who had slipped out of consciousness. “shoto? shoto!” you call out to him.

“(l/n), go back to training. i’m bringing todoroki to the infirmary.” mr. aizawa said, scooping up shoto in his arms.

“what? wait, please, let me-”

he was already gone before you could finish your sentence.

anxiety ate at you as you finished your endurance training. your quirk worked like kirishima’s but it only applied to your hair in a sharpening rather than hardening ability. you could control your hair like the nerves in your fingers so you kept it long.

this was more than convenient in multitasking but in the more mundane tasks not so much. it took a bit more concentration to tense up your body to activate your quirk so with the additional constant wandering you found yourself failing at the task at hand.

“he’ll be okay, (y/n),” ochako says, putting her hand on your shoulder as she passes by, “todoroki is strong,” you nod in response and continue to put your all into your training. if something had happened, mr. aizawa would definitely tell you, right?

...

shoto sat in the infirmary. a troubled frown donned on his lips as he uneasily glanced at the IV in his arm. he already had attempted to rip it out but recovery girl had her eyes on him as well as hound dog who already suspected what todoroki had been struggling with. he had asked shoto some questions already but he promptly refused to answer them. even if he wanted to, the words wouldn’t come out without tears and he couldn’t bend his pride far enough to go through the embarrassment of being vulnerable.

oh, how he wished you were here right now.

“i want to see (y/n),” todoroki croaked as his throat was still dry from the heavy breathing he had suffered through prior. “i’m afraid we can’t let you see her yet. i’m sorry, todoroki.” recovery girl says with a pitiful smile. “we might have to call endeavor in. we can’t just keep your current state private.” hound dog says.

shoto’s heart skipped a beat.

fuck.

“i don’t think that’ll be necessary. i can take care of myself.” he barked back. “well, you’re blood pressure is incredibly low and your heart rate even more so. if it got any worse, we might have to send you to the hospital.”

it couldn’t be that serious. could it? a meal a day and a few snacks in between wasn’t bad for him. it’s only been a little over a week. men in the military could last longer. the fact that he was in the infirmary for such small conditions is proof that he wasn’t in control of his wellbeing enough. he should’ve done better.

he should’ve-

“sho!” you abruptly opened the door with such urgency in your eyes that made him almost shrivel up in his seat. “thank god, you’re okay,” you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him on the nose. the slight pda making shoto’s heart race.

you then turn to hound dog and recovery girl (who was slightly enjoying the affectionate moment between the two). it seems like you didn’t see that the two were staring right at the two of you because you bowed in apologies almost immediately. “ah, that was so rude of me. i apologize.”

“no, no, don’t worry, you’re fine.” recovery girl smiles, “his blood pressure was rather low and he’s seemed to shred a few pounds. he won’t answer any of hound dogs questions. is it okay if y/n answers some questions for us, todoroki?”

he thought about it for a moment.

he was torn between giving in and avoiding having to see his father or selfishly wanting to be sick. it had only been a week and he clung onto these habits. it wasn’t new to him in the slightest. when he was younger, to rebel against his father, he would refuse to eat to take away his pride. if he was too weak, he wouldn’t have to go through all of the harsh training he endured.

this time it was different but maybe one leap of faith...

“sure,” he responds shakily gripping onto the hero costume that he had been left in.

“wait-” you interrupt the beginning of hound dog’s screening, “could i try talking to him alone first? i don’t to step over boundaries.”

the two heroes share a look before permitting you to speak to shoto alone.

he didn’t want to say anything at first. you sat on the side of the bed combing your fingers through his hair, trying to coerce him into saying something.

“i don’t want to see my dad... not like this.”

“is it still happening? when you visited your sister at the house... did anything happen?” you ask, tracing your thumb over his scar. he only nodded, biting his lip. “this isn’t the first time. i don’t know i just broke and i feel... lost?”

he cleared his throat before continuing, “all of this feels so selfish. you do so much for me and it must be hard for you to just watch me unravel all of your progress-”

“hey, hey...,” you whisper, shaking your head, “you didn’t unravel anything. you slipped up yes but the fact that you recognized it was enough. you growing and what you went through wasn’t your fault. it was never your fault, alright?”

he nods, “i love you,”

“i love you too, sho,”

[datninjalyfe]

Not Without You, Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Dream

The sound of a loud explosion echoed through the training room of U.A.  The students watched as an intense light detonated before them, igniting a fiery ball of yellows and oranges, billowing upwards into a large cloud of smoke that blocked their target.  A few screamed from the sound, covering their ears from the deafening sound and blocking their faces, awaiting the extreme and violent reaction that followed. The ground shook, breaking apart under their feet.  

Uraraka, despite the ringing in her ears, lifted her feet in the air, touching as many people as she could around her to lift them out of harm’s way.  She called out to Izuku, who had jumped into the air, levitating above the debris from the eruption.  He used black whip to catch a few students—Aoyama (who graciously thanked him by batting his eyelashes) and Mineta who was caught flying from the initial blast.  

“Shinsou, stop him!” Izuku yelled, but when Shinsou’s binds reappeared from the smoke, the ends were completely burned.  Shoto put up an ice wall to protect Mina, who had become slightly injured from the initial attack; Momo had made several grenades of her own, throwing them at the unseen, unmarked target.  The sounds of the grenades echoed across the training facility and for several seconds, it become completely silent.  Izuku landed his feet on the ground, looking into the large cloud of smoke with the rest of the class.  Concern itched across his face, but he didn’t move.  The classmates that Uraraka had lifted into the air were released, crashing down to the quaked floor.  

“Did—did I get him?” Momo said, panting with her gashed cheek beginning to bleed profusely.  

“Not quite.” growled a voice.  Katsuki Bakugou emerged from the smoke, his body completely untouched, completely unscathed by any of their counter attacks.  His clothes were rags that limply hung from his body.  In his hand, he held one of Momo’s grenades.  Looking shocked and angered she moved towards him, but he pulled the pin and crushed it before it discharged, but before it could do any real damage, he inhaled deeply the tiny pop through his fingers.  He slipped his hand into his pocket before smiling menacingly at his classmates.  

Aizawa emerged from the smoke as well.  “That,” he said in his monotoned voice, putting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “—was an ultimate move.  Both offensive and defensive.  The rest of you could stand to learn something from that.  Good work, Bakugou.” He added under his breath, “You scary little shit.” but walked away as the smoke from the room cleared.  

“Damn, Bakugou!” Kirishima said, running up to his friend.  “That was awesome, you totally could have killed someone!”

Katsuki exhaled a hot breath.  His body was completely spent from that move—his quirk would need at least an hour or so to regenerate.  He shivered slightly, and Kirishima handed him his jacket that he had tied around his waist.  He covered himself, not used to the cold.  Still, he smiled: his hard work at his work study agency finally paid off.  

“It’s detrimental,” Katsuki was warned by his mentor.  “So be careful where and how you use it.”  

Katsuki studied incredibly hard, watched video after video of bombs, studying all of his notes on how they worked, even asking a few of the teachers countless questions to turn himself into one.  It finally paid off—in truth, he felt a little badly that some of his classmates had gotten hurt, but he had told them he was working on something, an ultimate move that would put him well-above the rest.  He watched Uraraka help Iida to his feet; he watched Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow discuss strategy with him; he watched Mineta try and sneak up on Hagakure and Jiro put him in place.  His eyes wandered around the room and shifted entirely when he saw a bit of green hair poke up from the rubble.  

Shit! he thought, No!  Don’t look! But it was too late.  Izuku’s hair was always a mess—the curls weaved themselves into a tight knot atop his head.  Izuku hopped up, Katsuki could see in his periphery that Izuku used a bit of float to leap himself up onto the platform.

Directly in front of Todoroki.

Anger flared inside of Katsuki.  He silently just watched from afar as Shoto’s arm had extended, touching a light scratch on Izuku’s forehead.  Katsuki was out of heat entirely after the training, but he could hear his heart pounding loudly in his ears as he watched Shoto’s mouth gently touch Izuku’s.

Fucking bastard, Katsuki thought, not sure who it was directed at, himself or Shoto.  The two pulled apart quickly and then chirped on about something Katsuki couldn’t hear.  Shoto looked in Katsuki’s direction like he could feel the intensity of Katsuki’s gaze in his periphery and smirked.  He wrapped an arm around Izuku and kissed his forehead again before lightly brushing his finger across Izuku’s nose and kissing him again.  

“If only I had killed him.” Katsuki whispered.  Kirishima gave him a knowing look and Katsuki was almost thankful to see Kaminari running up to both of them.  

“Way to go, man!” Kaminari forced Katsuki to avert his eyes.  “You looked like a real bomb, I thought you had blown yourself up, for sure!”

“That’s because you’re a moron.” Katsuki said.

“Get cleaned up, we’re doing Tokoyami’s ultimate move next.” Aizawa informed the class.  “Bakugou, sit this one out.” Katsuki opened his mouth to argue, but Aizawa just held up a hand and said, “I swear to God, if you say one fucking word, you’ll sleep outside.”

Katsuki shut his mouth, not sure if Aizawa fully had the authority to do so, but the short break gave him a moment for his quirk to return.  

And it also gave him an excuse to watch Izuku.  Uninterrupted.

Until his phone chimed. Another match?  he asked himself as he looked down at the notification: he’d downloaded quite a few dating apps, but really had no interest in pursuing another relationship after the failed attempt with Izuku a little over a year ago.  It didn’t matter really—most people knew these apps weren’t for dating.  Not that he’d want to date any of them.  Once he turned 18, there really was not stopping him. His taste varied from girl to girl (“Woah, you’re back to being a closeted gay?  Does it count as being closeted if everyone already knows?” “Shut the fuck up, Yoyo, just help me make a profile.  Aren’t you gays good at this sort of thing?” “You’re one of us, asshole!” *dodges attack from Katsuki* “ONE OF US! ONE OF US!”).

A pretty girl appeared on the screen: I T ’ S  A  M A T C H! Katsuki refreshed him memory of who she was, swiping through the pictures on his phone of her—a local girl who went to a college not far from where they were.  She had soft features and long hair that covered most of her face.  Her slim waist held an enormous rack, but he wouldn’t have matched with her because of that.  As he flipped through the pictures, he didn’t remember swiping right on her at all.

Until he got to the one picture where he could see her eyes.  They were a deep, forest color that stopped him in his tracks.  They were clearly contacts as he noticed her eyes in the other pictures were bluer.  But this picture—they were a bright, grassy earth tone.  

“Damn, she’s hot as fuck, where’d you find one like her?” Kaminari said, looking over his shoulder at his phone.  “Those can’t even be real!  What’s her name?”

“Don’t know.” Katsuki said, shooting her a quick message: Dtf?  “Don’t care.”

“You could at least act like being an adult is hard for you.” Kirishima said. “I’ve barely been an adult for a month and it honestly sucks ass—,”

A response from the girl: At least take me to dinner and a movie first! He rolled his eyes, but messaged her back with: Only if you wear those green contacts. He waited a few moments before he got a picture message.  The girl had one of her eyes closed, but the other wide-open and so perfectly green.  The contacts looked a little different in this lighting, not nearly as bright, but it would do.  Good enough for you?  He smirked and responded: it’ll do.

Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged looks before one of them told him, “Alright, man, I mean, as long as you’re staying out of trouble and you’re happy, then have fun I guess.”

Katsuki put his phone back in his pocket, ignoring his friends when Sero and Mina came over. Instead, he looked over at Shoto and Izuku.  Shoto’s arm was still wrapped around Izuku’s waist as Izuku punched the air and laughing in his little awkward way and Uraraka ran over to him, the two giving each other high fives and jumping in the air.  I’ll never be happy. Katsuki thought, a quick flashback crossed his mind—a clear image of Izuku looking out at a perfect beach sunrise.  His green, unkempt curls tousling in the wind, his freckles darkly splattered across his face.  As if in slow motion, Izuku’s body turned, showing Katsuki a smile that he would kill to see again.  

Now, over a year later, Izuku smiled for someone else.  

I’ll never be happy again.

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Izuku crashed onto his mattress after the long day of combat training, completely spent.  Especially after that crazy attack from Kacchan—

NO! he warned himself.  It hurts, don’t think about it.  But it was hard not to admire the dedication of Katsuki to push his quirk like that.  It must’ve taken so long to learn it, let alone master it the way he had.  Katsuki was willing to go through all of it for the sake of pushing his quirk to the absolute limit.  

He was willing to go through so much for you, too.

After Izuku’s failed relationship with Katsuki, Izuku needed to take some time for himself.  He had thought about Katsuki often, even tried to see him outside of school hours just to talk, but Katsuki wanted nothing to do with him.  Frequently, the two would pass each other—Izuku could feel Katsuki’s heat of his quirk.  He’s still upset. He wanted to call out to him, to talk to him, but after several attempts to do so, he came to the realization that Katsuki had moved on from him.  He also left campus every Friday and rumor had it that he was meeting other people.  He tried to not listen to such things and focus on his current relationship, but his mind went back and forth until he finally rationalized the breakup: “I would have loved you had you been kinder, Kacchan.” Izuku knew he was intense, feeling things so deeply that at first Izuku mistook the intensity for passion—but the flame that held their relationship together didn’t hold for long enough.

“Dammit, stop!” he yelled into the pillow he placed over his face.  Izuku took his advice and to distract himself, he scrolled through his phone, rereading some of the more recent messages from Shoto.  It read things like: In a world full of darkness, you are my beacon of light.  It made Izuku smile at least, despite the text being as cliché as it was.  His relationship with the youngest in the Todoroki member was (using no other word for it) perfect.

Shoto was the ideal boyfriend.  He was insanely smart, extremely perceptive, not to mention incredibly handsome.  His body was slim, but toned, his muscles outlining his slender frame.  His duo-chromed eyes made Izuku weak at the knees, despite having an almost naturally nonchalant gaze to them.  He was gorgeous, split precisely down the middle.  The curtains also matched the drapes, which didn’t surprise Izuku too much, as his pubic hair was a deep green and tangled up like the madness that sat atop his head.  Shoto was sweet to him as they hardly ever argued.  And when the two did start exclusively dating, it didn’t take long for them to start exploring each other entirely.  They hadn’t had sex yet—Shoto said he wanted to at least wait until after graduation, which Izuku respected.  

The two spent the weekends together most of the time.  After seeing Shoto’s mother would head to his home, eat with his family and when they were alone, would kiss each other, touch each other a little, fooling around before falling asleep next to each other.  It was a routine and Izuku couldn’t help but feel that Shoto had penciled him into his mental schedule, sectioning off a piece of every Saturday for Izuku.  

Izuku’s eyes became heavy as he scrolled through more lyrical lines of clichéd poetry Shoto had sent him. Sleep pooled at his eyelids, dragging them down in slow blinks.  His breathing slowed, inhaling and exhaling deeply, soothing him with each rise and fall of his chest.  With each blink, he was entranced by a dream: arms lightly wrapped around him, soft breaths in his face and Izuku knew he was asleep too.  He…?  I’m alone.  There was a feeling of permanent warmth that surrounded Izuku.  His eyes would suddenly open and Izuku was alone, back in his room, but then doze off, back into his luxurious, comforted subconscious. Izuku was fully awake here, not feeling tired at all.  Strange…I know I’m dreaming…Izuku turned his body, and closed his eyes, kissing the forehead lightly of the man that held him.

“Hmmm?” a gentle response that echoed in Izuku’s thoughts.  It was a deep sound, but lazy and resonated through Izuku.  He couldn’t make out a voice, nor a real figure—just a shadow entity that encased around Izuku, overtaking his thoughts and feelings.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Izuku heard himself say, being fully submerged underneath a hard weight, not being able to tell if it was physically or mentally heavy.  

“Sure you didn’t.” the voice said, a tone of sarcasm.  There was a light kiss from the shadows in the dark room that Izuku was brought to. Lips plump and wet, like kissing a misty cloud.  Izuku raised his hands above his head.  Pin me down…Izuku thought loudly and suddenly, two hands pushed him into the bed, holding on to his wrists in a bind.  Izuku gasped.  Can….can I control this dream?  

“Oh, you like that, huh?” the words seemed to ring in Izuku’s head when the man said it, but the kissing didn’t stop.  Izuku opened his mouth, their tongues slipping along one another.  

“Mmmm…” Izuku groaned loudly, running his hands through his rough hair before sliding his hands down the sides of the body that lay above him.  This feels so real.  Izuku panted hot breaths.  His heart pounded hard against his ribcage.  The two fooled around, explicitly exploring each other’s bodies.  

“Tell me you want me—,” he heard a voice growl at him.  

Is that….?  No, it can’t be…

“Deku.”

Izuku’s eyes opened instantly, sitting up straight up in his bed.  Beads of sweat dripped down his face, his temperature rising substantially throughout his body.  He frantically searched for his phone and once he had calmed himself, he did a couple minutes of research until he came across the words “lucid dream.”  

It was the first time he’d thought about Katsuki—really thought about him—in months.  No, not him.  Izuku thought.  Not him.  Not now.  Not after all this time.  But he couldn’t shake it.  

I need to have that again.

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Chapter 14 - Sports Festival Part 4

"ALL RIGHT, HAVE YOU ALL FORMED YOUR LITTLE TEAMS!!? WELL, YOU BETTER HAVE!!" Mic was screaming like always "LET'S DO IT!! LET'S STAR THE COUNTDOWN TO THIS VICIOUS CLASH!!"

"We can do it guys! I need all of you to trust me when it comes to escaping, try to focus each one on each side" Y/n toke a deep breath and closed her eyes felling each person and their position, she adjusted the headband to her eyes. "I can do this"

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(On the other side of the city)

Hawks was on his agency doing paper work bored out of his mind when one of his sidekicks came running.

"Hawks sir! Look at this!" the sidekick turned on the T.V. that was on Hawks's office and changed the channel to the Sports festival "There is some interesting people here, including Endeavor's son and those from class 1-A that had survived the League attack, there may be some interesting people for you sir"

Hawks nodded and smiled "thank you it had totally escaped my mind that today was the day for the Sport Festival" the sidekick smiled back, bowed and got out of his office.

The moment he closed the door Hawks slammed his head on the table, he actually had forgotten about today, he should be there helping his little sis, he took a deep breath thinking how to apologize, that was when he looked at the screen and almost fell from his chair, he saw his little sis being chased by all the other teams.

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"We've got an assault approaching from the gate. ...and first we have two teams to contend with. This is the fate of the hunted... make your choice Y/n!" Tokoyami and Dark Shadow were looking  at her the best they could without lowing their guard.

"Let's put Midoriya's plan in action!" but before they could do anything they started sinking on the floor.

"We're sinking! It must be that kid's quirk!" the three of them were sinking.

"MIDORIYA, URARAKA AND TOKOYAMI! HOLD ON TIGHT!" Y/n took off her jacket with the gadget showing that she was with only a top under it (like Momo), she opened her wings that were orange with the tip neon orange, and with only one flap of wings she flew up out of harms way, she let one feather for each one of them helping them to keep up with her flying.

"THAT BITCH CAN FLY?!" Bakugo was pissed at that.

"Y/N LEARNED HOW TO FLY??!!" Kirishima was stunned by that

"YOU KNOW THAT BITCH SHITTY-HAIR?!"

Someone shouted "JIROU!"

Jirou tried to reach them but Y/n noticed it before"Dark Shadow! From behind and down!" Dark Shadow blocked it.

"Good work Dark Shadow, always watch over our blind spot."

"Aye aye!"

"You two are awesome! Keep up the good work!" Y/n even if she couldn't see she was still feeling everything around her.

"Holy crap man! Y/n how did you see that???"

She giggled "I didn't" she turned to him, and he saw that she was with the headband on top of her eyes, he looked at her like she was crazy.

"You and Tokoyami both are just the defensive bulwark we were lacking... too cool, bro!! Yours quirks are more than enough to defend us from all directions, at that!! I can't praise you enough, Tokoyami, Y/n!!"

"You all picked me and planned it out." Y/n's wings got slightly pink from the compliment

"We need to land!" Uraraka shouted.

Y/n complied, landing she put her feathers back in place when they stepped on the ground. "How are you all doing?"

"With the help of your feathers and Uraraka helping us float it was easy! We just need to keep it up!" Midoriya was pumped up now

"I'm glad!" Y/n's wings were now full yellow and the tip was golden.

"HAVE A LOOK, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED AND ALREADY WE HAVE A MELEE OF TUMULTUOUS PROPORTIONS ON OUR HANDS! ANYWHERE YOU REST YOUR EYES. THERE'RE TWO TEAMS VYING FOR AND STEALING EACH OTHER'S HEADBANDS!! AFTER ALL. IT'S A FINE STRATEGY TO AIM FOR 2ND TO 4TH PLACE HEADBANDS INSTEAD OF THE BIG 10,000,000!!"

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(With Hawk's again)

"FUCKING CAMERAMEN!!! FOCUS ON MY LIL' SIS!!!!!!! FUCK IT I'M GOING THERE!" Hawks went out of his office and to the reception "I'm going to U.A." he adjusted his gear, got outside and started to flew in U.A's direction.

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"Hahahahaha! "Stealing each other's headbands?" you think this is some kinda headband exchange...? No, I assure you this'll be... A ONE-SIDED PLUNDERING!!"

"Shouji!? But why are you alone?? This is a cavalry battle, remember!?" Izuku screamed.

"DON'T BE FOOLED MIDORIYA! THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE HIDING INSIDE THERE!!" Y/n shouted.

Midoriya nodded "LET'S PUT SOME DISTANCE BETWEEN US! IN A FIELD WITH MULTIPLE ENEMIES, IT'S NEVER A GOOD IDEA TO REMAIN IDLE ANYWAY!"

"My foot is stuck on the ground! It's one of Mineta's thingies!! Where did he chuck it from..." Uraraka was slightly in panic.

"From here Midoriya~..." Mineta said from his hiding place

"WAAAAAH Y/N-CHAN WAS RIGHT!!!" Midoriya saw Asui's tongue coming out of their cocoon "Caution Y/-!"

Before he could finish Y/n had already evaded her tongue and slightly cut it with one of her feathers.

"I WILL CUT YOUR TONGUE OFF NEXT TIME!" Y/n had a dark aura around her "I. HATE. FROGS!"

"TEAM MINETA HAS MADE A GOOD USE OF THE STARTLING DIFFERENCE IN ITS MEMBERS' BODY TYPES! THEY MIGHT AS WELL BE A WAR TANK! TEAM TAKAMI CAN'T HELP BUT FLY AWAY"

Y/n used her feathers to release Uraraka's foot from the sticky ball and flew away extremely fast.

"Wow! Thank you, Y/n-chan you sure are awesome!" Uraraka shouted as they were on the sky.

But from nowhere Bakugo appeared from behind flying on their direction taking all them by surprise.

"RIDING REAL HIGH AND MIGHTY, AIN'TCHA, YA LIL BITCH CHICKEN!" But when he was a few centimeters from snatching her headband his face was meet with a foot.

Y/n had kicked him with all her strength "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" her wings now were full red and full of rage "YOU WON'T STEAL MY CHANCE OF BECOMING A HERO!" he got pissed and tried to explode her but Dark Shadow protected her sending Bakugo flying back who was caught by Sero's tape, taking that as advantage Y/n got back on the floor with them.

"WHAT DO WE SEE HEEEEEREEEEEE!???" THE RIDE CAN DETACH FROM THE HORSE!? THAT'S ALLOWED!!?"

"It's only a technical, so it's okay!! The rider's just not allowed to plant his feet on the ground!" Midnight gave a thumbs up.

"THAT'S RIGHT, WHETHER IT'S THE GIRL IN FIRST PLACE WHO'S BEING CHASED OR THE REST OF CLASS A. NOW DOING THE CHASING, THIS HERE'S A VERITABLE CONGREGATION OF THE TOP DOGS! LET'S BRIEFLY CONFIRM THAT BY CHECKING THEIR CURRENT POINT VALUES... SEVEN MINUTES HAVE PASSED, SO LET'S PUT THEIR SCORES UP ON THE BIG BOARD FOR ALL TO SEE!"

Team Takami was on 1st, Todoroki on 5st and Bakugo on 7st, mostly the class B was with the points.

".... WHOA, DAMN!!? WAIT JUST ONE GOSH DARN SECOND...! YOU MEAN CLASS A AREN'T TAKING BY A MILE... WELL, APART FROM TAKAMI OF COURSE. AND HOLEY MOLEY, BAKUGO WHAT HAPPENED...!?"

'Class B are smart but... no, now is not the time to think about others... we can't forget that we are on a battle ground where anything can happen' Y/n was focused on every little feeling that was around her.

"Guys evasion should be pretty easy from now on-" before Midoriya could finish Y/n interrupted him "DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN GUYS, WE HAVE GUESTS!"

"NOW THERE IS LESS THAN HALF A MINUTE ON THE CLOCK!!" Mic screamed

Team Todoroki appeared a few meters away from them. "The time has come. I'm taking it" Todoroki said looking at the headband that was on top of Y/n's eyes.

She smiled sweetly at him "Hello again Half n Half boy"

"I though that I would have the chance to get back on Midoriya for the last time... but it's just you..." Todoroki stared at Midoriya.

"Sorry but this time I can't help you this time... This is not only my victory but my friend's victory! So come on and try your all Todoroki Shoto!" she pulled her headband down to her forehead revealing her shinny e/c eyes as she smiled at him "Please be my friend if I win! But... if you win... I still will want to be your friend Todoroki-kun!" Y/n opened her wings that were almost full golden n yellow, they weren't full yet just for the bit of pink on the tips.

"I AM NOT HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS!" Todoroki shouted at Y/n getting pissed at her for those foolish words.

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SURPRISE!

Yoh! So... I was dead set on this being an shotoXreader, I even put the tag and everything, but after a few comments maybe it will actually be a katsukiXreader? I don't know... You all can change my mind until next Friday(not this one since I just posted this earlier)

Some of you may have noticed that I am actually accompanying the manga, so... yeah... lov u see u next time<3

THIS FRIDAY WON'T HAVE UPDATES

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[deanstwistedsoul]

They had everything they could want...

... Until they didn’t.

Katsuki and Ochako finally got their daughter... for a little while

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23738497

Ochako gave their youngest son, Haruki, one more glance before she pulled the door to. She could definitely feel the wariness of the day finally getting to her and she was ready to change into pyjamas, fall into bed and sleep until one of their kids demanded their attention. A yawn escaped her as she nudged their bedroom door open with her hip and she made quick work of changing her clothes and  climbing into bed. Attending a birthday party for one of their friends kids had been a great idea, bring Haruki and Ichiro, let them run around, burn some energy off and tire themselves out whilst her and Katsuki caught up with their friends and old class mates. 

She sighed happily as she fell onto her bed, face hitting the cool surface of her soft pillows. There was a soft pad of feet and the quiet swish of their bedroom door closing and Ochako hummed as the bed dipped with the press of his knee between her legs, his warm hands ghosting across the backs of her thighs. "Kats," she whispered. He didn't say anything as his hands skirted higher, lips following the same paths with slow butterfly kisses. He was silent as his fingers inched underneath her shirt, slowly pushing it up until he could settle his palms against her waist. His teeth nipped at her back, the flat of his tongue swiping across her Venus dimples and she chuckled. "Ichiro?" 

"Sleeping like a damn rock." His fingers tightened their hold on her waist and she bit her lip as she was suddenly turned onto her back. She didn't get chance to see the look in Katsuki's eyes as he settled himself between her legs to rest his cheek against her stomach. Ochako raised a brow at the sudden change and carded her fingers through his hair, letting her nails drag against his scalp every now and then. It wasn't often the number three pro hero settled against Ochako in a strange silence that was thick with something on the tip of his tongue. He'd been quiet as they'd left Deku's place, quiet as he buckled Ichiro into his seat and near silent as he drove them home. She tried to think about what could be on his mind and if anything had happened at the birthday party. "I want another one." Oh. "A girl." Oh. Katsuki had spent most of his time at the party surrounded by their friends daughters, fingers dragging, tugging, braiding and styling their hair to their demands. He had a knack for hair styling, something he'd probably gotten from his few times spent at his Mother's fashion shoots, and all the little girls knew it and took full advantage with wide eyes, pouting lips and high squeaked pleas every time there was any kind of group event. And now his silence made sense. They hadn't talked about having another since Haruki had been born, maybe having spoken about it once or twice when he'd outgrown his baby clothes. "And this one's got to be fucking blonde."

She cackled at that, having enjoyed Katsuki's huffs when both Haruki and Ichiro had been born with her chocolate hair. Ichiro even had her eyes whilst Haruki at least had Katsuki's crimson gaze, which in Katsuki's opinion wasn't even right. "Too damn soft." They were both without a doubt Ochako's and both Mina and Eijiro had teased Katsuki that his genes seemed to be weak compared to Ochako's. Eijirou had come out of that argument with a few new bruises and a death threat from Katsuki. "Even if we did have a third, there's no guarantee."

He lifted his head to press a kiss to her stomach, "If she knows what's good for her she'll be a fucking girl." 

"Katsuki!" Ochako laughed, "You can't threaten our hypothetical daughter."

Katsuki sat up onto his knees, lips curled into a smirk as he bracketed her in by her waist, "Fucking watch me." He turned his gaze back down to Ochako's stomach. "You hear me you little shit? When your Mom finally decides to agree with me, you're going to be a good baby and be a fucking girl or there'll be problems."

Ochako shoved one hand to his face as she squirmed with laughter, her other hand coming up to try to muffle the laughs so as to not wake their two sleeping sons. "Katsuki."

He grinned as he crawled up her body and pulled her hand away from her mouth, pinning it to the bed. "You didn't say no."

She stuck her tongue out at him and finally felt her giggles dying down. "I didn't say yes either." 

"Cheeks," he growled, lips curling into a dangerous smirk. After a few quiet seconds his features softened and he captured her lips in a gentle press. "I'm serious." 

She hummed and brought her free hand up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over a shrapnel scar he'd gotten two years ago that highlighted his cheek. "I'll think about it."

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"Well?" Katsuki blurted as he stared at the monitor that showed the ultrasound of the third addition to the Bakugo household. 

"Katsuki," Ochako chided, flipping her hand back to swat at his shoulder. 

Their sonographer ignored his attitude with a smile to her face. Thank God there were people who could put up with her husband's attitude besides her. "I'm trying my best Mr Bakugo, however the little one is very lively."

"Yeah," Ochako hummed, "tell me about it."

Katsuki glared at Ochako's stomach, "Quit moving you damn brat."

The Sonographer peered over at Katsuki with an amused smile before she turned back to the small screen. "Unfortunately, we don't have the time to sit around and wait for Bakugo Junior to settle down. But, it looks healthy and it's clearly very active. I don't see any problems so far."

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, "Little shit."

Ochako swatted his shoulder again and allowed the cream to be cleaned from her stomach. "Thank you. That's what's important right now." She could feel her husband's glare and ignored him with a grin. Their son or daughter was healthy, lively, active and a nightmare for their father already. As she righted her clothes and stood back onto her feet Katsuki accepted the printed ultrasound with a glare at the picture. Ochako knew that he wouldn't be upset if their third child turned out to be another boy, but a part of her was also hoping for it to be a girl. The drive home had been filled with curses from himself, more so than normal, and Ochako answered the waiting questions from their friends with a shrug emoji and a comment of, "Kid wouldn't stay still." Momo sent her well wishes and said she completly understood. Even hers and Shoto's ultrasound had been as much use and both expectant parents wished each other better luck at their next scan. 

Haruki and Ichiro ambushed them the moment they got home, Haruki wrapping his arms around Ochako's waist with wide eyes. "What is it? What is it?"

Ichiro rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with an excited grin, "Is it a girl?" 

"We don't know," Katsuki huffed and he scooped their eldest up and held him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. "You been good for your grandmother?"

"They've been wonderful," Mrs Uraraka said as she approached the couple. 

"Thanks, Mom," Ochako said and she hugged the older woman. 

"So, when's it due?"

"July 2nd," Katsuki said. Ichiro laughed behind him as he held the boy by his feet over his shoulders. "You good back there kid?"

"Yeah!"

"Good!" Haruki turned his attention to Katsuki as well and he jumped up, his hands outstretched. "Hang on, Ruki." He let go of one of Ichiro's legs to wrap his arm behind him and drag the nine year old against his side. He reached down and hooked Haruki in his other arm and marched them across their living room to drop them onto the large couch. Both boys jumped up and at their Father again and as he managed to grab Haruki his phone rang. "Crap," he muttered and he dropped their four year old onto the couch again with a grin as he pulled his phone from his pocket. "I got to go," he said and he ruffled Ichiro's hair and turned back towards his wife. He pecked her lips with a "Good luck, stay safe," from her and he pressed a hand to her stomach. "Remember," he pointed at her stomach, "girl." And he was out the door after a quick peck to Mrs Uraraka's cheek. 

Mrs Uraraka turned to her daughter with a knowing smirk, "Is he still scared of your father?" 

Ochako chuckled as she took the jucie box from Haruki's hands and opened it for him, "You mean since he threatened all future generations of Katsuki's if he ever hurt me? Yeah, he's still scared."

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There was a press of lips to her neck and a pair of warm arms circling her shoulders. "You should be resting," Katsuki mumbled as he reached for the sponge and plate in her hand. 

"I can clean some plates!" 

He hummed and she could feel his smirk. Katsuki settled the offending items down and wrapped his arms around her, sliding one hand over her round stomach. "Cheeks, let me take care of you both. That's why I'm here." She puffed her cheeks out a huff. It was nice that Katsuki would happily make her sit and rest herself whilst he took care of the house work, and he did exactly that as much as could around hero work. He'd reduced his hours so that he could their sons lunches, get them to bed, prepare dinner, clean the house, grab groceries and keep the household running whilst Ochako literally put her feet up. She wanted to argue that she'd been pregnant before and knew what she could and couldn't do, but she also knew that this pregnancy had been the worst so far. Horrendous morning sickness, kicking in her stomach at all hours of the day and night, heartburn, leg cramps, being overly sensitive emotionally, being overly cranky, back ache, lethargy. This was the worst pregnancy of Ochako's life and she was ready for it to be over. 

"Fine," she huffed, feeling her emotions crank from content to pissed immediately. And now she really needed to pee, again, for the fourth time in that hour alone. 

"Hey!" Katsuki shouted and she slipped her hand out of his grip. Yes, she was being irrational, but she was the one carrying what some of the other girls had jokingly dubbed the spawn of satan since she'd complained about all of her issues. The only person who had even come close to experiencing torture was Kyoka who had made Kaminari cry and hide in Sero's house for a week. 

"I'm going to rest!" she yelled. "Like you said!" 

"Ochako." 

She froze at the whisper of her name and felt panic bubble inside of her chest. Why did he sound scared? He'd seen worse from her and it was a few seconds before she turned, letting out a sigh that made he entire body sag. When her eyes locked onto him she froze again. His eyes were fixed on the floor by her feet, wide and concerned and he seemed pale. Instinctively she rubbed her hands over her stomach and bit her lip as she finally felt something trickle down her leg. "What-" she whispered and she tried to look down at herself and spotted a hint of red. "Katsuki?" she cried and her emotions dropped into her stomach. 

His eyes locked onto hers and for a moment they just stared at one another, then he moved first, ushering her over to her shoes as he snatched his phone and keys. "We're going," he said.

Tears pricked at the corners of Ochako's cheeks as she propped one hand against the wall to steady herself. "Katsuki," she whimpered, scared at what that thin line of blood meant. She pressed a hand to her stomach, worried her bottom lip between her teeth and pressed ever so slightly against her stomach. Of all the times for their baby to stop moving, now was not it. "I can't feel it," she cried, "Katsuki it's not-" 

He cupped her face and pressed his head to hers, "It'll be fine. You've been feeling the brat all morning. It'll be fine." 

She sniffed as she latched a hand around his wrist, "One more month." And she felt another trickle on the inside of her leg, making her let out a cry.

He kissed her temple and snagged their coats and a couple of towels, "It'll be fine. Everything will be okay." 

Thank god the kids are in school, she thought dully as Katsuki bundled them out of the door, phone pressed to his ear. She couldn't even focus on where she was walking without his arm around her and she was left to cradle her stomach with her head pressed against the window. Katsuki was saying something to her or the phone or both, she didn't know. All she did know was that something wasn't right and she regretted her earlier thoughts for all of this to be over. 

By the time they'd made it to the hospital she could barely feel her legs and Katsuki had had to carry her through the emergency doors, yelling for somebody to help them now. 

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"Little terror trying to kill your Mom. What are you thinking?" Ochako blinked blearily at Katsuki's soft voice and she screwed her eyes shut at a wave of pain coursing through her. She wasn't even aware she'd hissed or made any sound until there was a hand in hers and she blinked up to see Katsuki tiredly smiling down at her. "How you doing?" he whispered. 

"I hurt," she mumbled. 

The corners of his lips twitched and he perched on the edge of the bed to press a kiss to her temple. "I love you, I love you so fucking much. You're incredible, you know that?" 

Ochako hummed and let herself lean against her husbands side, making a point to ignore the tears in his voice. The last time he'd sounded so emotional was when she'd ended up in the hospital two years ago due to a villain incident. She'd had a nasty blow to the head and had been unconscious for three days and a scar for her efforts. After what felt like forever, with Katsuki holding her against his side, pressing kisses to her temple and cooing, she finally cracked her eyes open and peered over at the tiny bundle in his other arm. Warmth bloomed in her chest and she felt a new wave of tears tickle the corners of her eyes. 

"I got my fucking girl," Katsuki beamed and Ochako laughed as she melted even more against his side. "Fucking demon of a child for what she's put you through, but a girl." 

"I want to hold her." 

Katsuki withdrew his arm to shuffle in his seat before he handed over their daughter to her mother. Ochako's smile widened into a watery grin as she peered down at the tiny baby wrapped in an obscene amount of blanket. She reached a hand up to brush a finger over the obviously very blonde tufts of hair and she gasped when their daughter- daughter- opened her eyes and made a noise as she wriggled and Ochako cooed with renewed emotions. "She looks like you." 

Katsuki chuckled, "It's about fucking time. Shitty hair can kiss my ass now." 

Ochake laughed and fell against his side, eyes fixed on their daughter's red eyes that matched her Father's fiery own. "What do you want to call her?" 

There was silence for nearly a full minute before Katsuki said, "Okimi?" 

"Okimi," she repeated and the little girl in question wriggled her arms free into a tiny stretch and curled back up, eyes closing in content. Ochako hummed and nodded her head, "Okimi Bakugo."

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Ichiro treated Okimi like she was made of glass and Haruki didn't want to pick her up in case he hurt her. Ochako was thankful that there were no undelrying health issues so far from the little girl's nearly five week early birth and Katsuki was totally wrapped around her tiny fingers, even if he did deny it. Which is why Ochako often found Katsuki either sprawled on the couch, tiny bundle on his chest or slouched in the rocking chair in the nursery, Okimi drooling an impressively large wet patch into his shoulder. 

If the pregnancy had been bad then the first year of her life had been hell. Okimi liked to wake up almost every hour, crying and screaming until she usually got a full feed and anytime Katsuki grumbled or swore at the "fucking greedy gremlin" their daughter usually stopped her crying long enough to blink up at him, twist in the blankets and giggle, arms beating back and forth in her cute little Ground Zero or Uravity onesies. Ochako had put her in a Deku one once and Katsuki had almost burnt the thing when he'd seen it, until Okimi promptly threw up all over herself and the onesie, making the blonde hero laugh and snap an image to Deku. "This is what my kid thinks of you already." The punch to his arm from Ochako had been worth it as he'd cleaned her up and changed her clothes. 

But Ochako wouldn't change any of it for the world as she watched Haruki surround Okimi with his favourite stuffed toys whilst Ichiro insisted on feeding his little sister. She just knew she would grow up with two brothers who would fight the world for her. 

Even as Okimi started to grow and talk, she had every boy in the family wrapped happily around her finger. Ichiro always picked her up when she asked for it, Haruki handed her whatever stuffed teddy she asked for. 

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Things everybody had learnt about Okimi Bakugo through play dates and meet ups:

- Likes spicy food just like Katsuki

- Found it hilarious when her Dad yelled

- Hates socks

- Always pulls them off

- Always getting Ichiro to float her with his quirk, much to her parents dismay and horror

- Best friends with Aito Todoroki (who was only three months older than her)

- Climbs into Katsuki's lap to eat his food

- Her first word had been "Cheeks" much to everyone's amusement

- Loved sleeping in the same bed as Haruki

- Could climb out of anything and had terrfied her parents more than once ("How the hell did she get on top of the fridge?" "Ichiro?" "He better not have!" "THE BABY GATE WAS LOCKED! WHY IS SHE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS!")

- Disliked Deku (Katsuki found this to be hilarious)

- Had a strange like for Denki

- Always sad when her play dates with Aito and Hiroyoki Kirishima ended

- Hates carrots

- Knew the art of ignoring her parents with a shit eating grin

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Ochako let out a breath as she fastened the hand cuffs into place, a deep frown furrowed in her brows. Lately it felt as though villains, even low life ones, had been causing more trouble than usual. They'd been more active and it felt as though something big was coming. And it wasn't just herself who had noticed this, it had been the other heros too. All those years ago the League of Villians had managed to just scrape an escape from the heroes and liked to resurface every now and then to show that they still mattered and with every resurface came deaths, chaos and destruction. 

There was an explosion behind her and she glanced over her shoulder to see her husband blasting another villain into the ground, yelling at him to "Know your place, asshole!" before he cuffed him to a lamp post and looked around them. There had been numerous incidents all through the city, all through Japan that had popped up simultaneously, putting all heroes on edge and in silent agreement to be in radio contact with each other, just in case. 

"We're good!" Denki shouted breathlessly. 

Ochako hummed as she surveyed the damage. They'd managed to get civilians out of the area before anything major had happened and the damage was minimised to just two streets and three buildings. "We're all set over here," she let everybody know. 

There were sirens in the distance and she prayed that everybody else was fine, counting her thanks as everybody's voices started to trickle over the lines. Katsuki was behind her, yelling at some civillians who'd started to surround them and clamour for autographs and she let out a sigh. Some things didn't change. 

"All clear!" Eijiro shouted.

"Has anybody heard from Momo or Shoto?" Tenya asked. 

Ochako's stomach twisted a little at that. She'd been hearing Momo all through the fights and now that she thought about it, she'd been strangely quiet for a while now. 

"If they're fucking playing nookie I'll murder them bo-"

"Ochako, Katsuki," Shoto shouted at them over their comms and Ochako did not like the sound of urgency in his voice. She felt her stomach knot again and looked over at her husband and she could tell that his shoulders were tense in anticipation. "There's been an incident at the nursery."

"What?" Katsuki growled.

The nursery Okimi and Aito attended. "Shoto?" Ochako whispered.

"Momo's already on her way. We tried to call you-" Ochako scrambled at her pockets, upset, hurt and pissed when she found her phone to have a large crack down a very black and unresponsive screen. Katsuki never took his phone with him on the job and was even less likely to when she was with him. "The police are there and-"

"Police?" Ochako echoed and she double checked that the villain in front of her wasn't going anywhere. 

"We're coming," Katsuki mumbled and Ochako nodded, trying to ignore the fear creeping into her stomach. Had one of the villains attacks gotten too close to the nursery? What if their kids had gotten hurt? And if their kid was hurt what about anybody else's? Oh god Okimi- "Oi," Katsuki's hand on her shoulder pulled her from her spiralling thoughts and she swallowed a lump in her throat as she took off after Katsuki. Their agencies could yell at them later for the misuse of their quirks to get themselves across town, she couldn't care less at the minute and as they turned the last corner she almost lost her balance and fell over. One side of the nursery was collapsed, the adjoining playground damaged and the floor torn up. Momo's signature ponytail was visible in front of the gates, little four year old Aito clutching tightly to her shoulders with his head of red tinted white hair buried in her shoulder. Shoto was off to one side, his hero costume torn from the recent attacks, talking to a police officer. The nursery teachers were huddling other children together as parents trickled in to scoop their baby up and clutch them tightly to their chest. Ochako froze, eyes looking over all of the children as she failed to spot a familar head of yellow hair. Katsuki was already marching forward, pausing when he noticed that she was following him and reaching back to tug her forward. "Icy-Hot! Where's Okimi?" 

It was the officer who approached Katsuki, his hands raised and his face twisted into- pity? Ochako felt tears prickle her eyes as she stepped past them to look at the children again. She couldn't see Okimi. Where was their baby? Their daughter? Why couldn't she see her? "Mr Bakugo, I'm sorry can we-" 

"What?" Katsuki barked, voice just on the edge of verballly maiming the guy.

Shoto was still on the periphery, eyes glancing from one half of the married couple to the other and Ochako didn't like the look in his eyes. Something wasn't right. "Okimi!" she shouted. Her eyes glanced over to Momo who caught her gaze, stared at her before she looked ready to cry as she slapped one hand over her mouth. "Baby?" Ochako tried again. 

"Villains attacked the nursery," Shoto blurted. Brown and red rounded on him and years of being their friends made Shoto invulnerable to the murder in Katsuki's shocked gaze and the panic in Ochako's wide eyed stare. Shoto glanced away and clearly had trouble with the words that he was trying to say. Ochako tentatively reached out and he snapped his eyes up with anguish before he managed a cracked, "Th-they took h-er." 

They took her. They took her. They... took... her. They... ... took... ... her... Ochako was numb. They took her? Villains took her daughter? She couldn't even find her voice. Villains took Okimi? Why? What could they- she was four. A kid. Took h-? 

Katsuki snatched the front of Shoto's costume and dragged him to himself, "THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" 

"Katsuki," Shoto started and Ochako glanced up at her husband to see the corners of his eyes were wet, he ground his teeth together in a loud snarl and the muscles of his arms shook. "I- I'm sorry." 

"Mr Bakugo, please-" 

Katsuki knocked the officer's arm away from him as he pinned Shoto in place, anger radiating from him as he shook, the tears finally breaking free as they slowly slid down his face. "What. Did. You. Say?"

"Villains attacked the nursery," Shoto said slowly, "and took your daughter." 

His grip on Shoto's costume loosened just enough for the number two hero to pull himself out of Katsuki’s grip. “Wh-why?” Katsuki whispered, eyes losing their wrath and softening into fear as he stared past Shoto’s head. “Why the fuck-” his voice cracked and Ochako couldn’t hold herself together any more, tears running freely down her face. She shook her head as the officer repeated the harsh truth, yes, villains had attached the nursery and had taken Okimi. The police had already been informed and other officers were taking statements from the nursery staff. There were no other children missing and this seemed like the work of the League. They would do their best to find their daughter.

Ochako had stopped listening after Shoto’s statement, hands clutching at her hero outfit with sobs that shook her body. Her little girl, her daughter her baby. She couldn’t think, she was numb, she could feel anything but empty and oh god why would they take theirs? Why Okimi? Why- She was pulled into a very warm, firm chest and she didn’t care who it was as she wrapped her arms around them and sobbed. Was this why there’d been so many crimes lately? Was it all building up to this? Her sobs wracked her body as she tried to convince herself that this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. What could the league possibly want with a four year old? What- Her knees gave out and she could faintly hear Katsuki whispering brokenly in her ear, words too quiet for her to make out. Her mind was too loud to focus on any thing. Ichiro and Haruki. Okimi. Her parents. His parents. The press. Their friends. Okimi. Her bedroom. The league of villains. Okimi. “Why?” she cried into the chest that held her, which she learnt was Katsuki’s. “W-why?”

“We’ll find her, Ochako,” Katsuki breathed hoarsely and she could hear the doubt in his voice. They hadn’t had a lead on the League in years, what were the chances they’d get one now? “We’ll find her.”

[zuzufufu]

[S1E8] (re)Watching ATLA Blazed as fuck

Season 1 Episode 8 - Winter Solstice: Part 2: Avatar Roku 

I put (re) in parenthesis in the title bc I might as well be watching this shit for the first time for all I remember. 

okay yeah thanks to the recap im remembering they gotta go to the temple island on the soltice but it’s in the fire nation. bc aang gotta talk to roku. 

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omg aang is trying to pull a solo mission but the power of friendship stops them. im pretty sure im making no sense. but like they’re going with him to them. 

Off to a great start lmaooo 

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FUCK ZUKO IS GOING TO GO INTO THE FIRE NATION WATERS. UGHHHH 

uhhhhhhhhhhhh

prob not 

fuck watching this again as an adult is jarring as hell. When I first watched this show I was younger than Zuko. But like he’s just a fucking 16 year old kid. like fuck. You don’t realize that when you’re a kid but like when you’re not a kid... you definitely realize it. Fucck im high. okay. but like this fucking hurts. 

why does it hurt so fucking much that zuko thinks his father will understand. 

because it shows how fucking young he is 

owwwww owww my heart 

LOLOLOL WHY AM I FUCKING DYING LAUGHING AT THIS hahahaha 

fuckkkkk ok both 12 year old me and adult me think zuko is cool as hell. like how can he be that cool?

..

okay

..

.. hold up

...

my brain is working really fucking hard right now. I think I was too busy laughing at that image up there that it took Katara saying this:

for me to realize...

is zuko launching flaming balls of shit at the Avatar?

fuck i have to rewind. 

I’m like mentally backtracking so hard for the clues 

god this is such quality content. im sorry 

BAHAHAHAHAHA

haha im like a tv detective... 

okay my OFFICIAL CONCLUSION I’VE REACHED BASED ON THE ABOVE EVIDENCE.... 

below the cut bc im a tricky bitch 

sorry idk what i mean by that 

okay... 

I think it’s shit. 

that’s the conclusion.. 

im sorry about that screen cap but like there’s only so much i can do right now 

fuckkk irohs probably so scared rn. like ughhhhhhhhhhh WHEN I WAS 12 I DIDNT KNOW WHO LU TEN WAS. I DIDNT UNDERSTAND THAT IROH LOVES ZUKO AND PROBABLY IS TERRIFIED. AND HE KNOWS ZUKO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND HIS DAD IS A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. 

AND SEASON 1 ZUKO IS AN ANGRY LITTLE SHIT (THAT I LOVE) BUT HE SOUNDS SO GENUINELY SORRY AND PAINED FOR GOING AGAINST WHAT HIS UNCLE IS ASKING. fuck 

OH FUCK IT’S THIS GUY

he’s like shoot the bison and suddenly

im not sure if this is shit anymore? like... or is this not shit and the other one was shit? or are they all shit? someone please help me 

surely, that can’t all be shit. right? 

lol are other people are watching the show and comprehending it?? and i’m fighting an internal battle over here by myself over whether they are launching steaming balls of actual shit. 

FUCK APPAS ALIGHT

oh fuck sokka’s falling but they caught him and a fish???

wow this sequence is amazing 

omg i have no idea if it’s shit or not 

okay a couple things here

1. omg his ship is so much smaller.  

2. i’d seen the like zhao asking zuko what he knows about the avatar in a clip compilation or something but I i didn’t realize that he’d intercepted him as part of a blockade while he was following after the after. LOL im dying that makes it so much more hilarious that he’s going to try and lie and be like idk anything about the avatar. 

fuckkkk zhao let them pass. BUT WHY??? iroh is stroking his beard and pondering it too 

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oh fuck gaang gets to the temple and the fire sages are there and they attack him. LOLOLOL he went the wrong way 

oh fuck he’s on their side 

lmao at sokka’s face 

fuck me and zuko are on the same page and as usual Iroh is 10 steps ahead.

okay

me and zuko are no longer on the same page. 

wtf does he mean by that? 

im high as fuck but im also an idiot so- 

omg 

my heart aches for aang. UGH IM FEELING THINGS REALLY INTENSELY RIGHT NOW!! 

the fire sage helping them tells him that the fire sages used to be loyal to the avatar but then they lost hope waiting for the next avatar after Roku. then they were forced to serve sozin. 

jfc this def all went WAYYYYYYYYYY over my head as a kid lmao 

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okay they gotta open the door with 5 fireblasts and they are 4 fireblasts short. but SOKKA!!! 

FUCKKKK HE’S SO SMART 

oh fuck it didn’t work though. 

whatever it was a really good idea. 

omgggg 

they’re so smart!!! 

they’re tricking the fire sages into thinking they opened the door so they open the door. fuck 

200iq 

okay update: sokka katara and the fire sage guy that’s chill got captured but...

aang made it 

Lmao zuko got yeeted down the stairs tho 

OH FUCK, ROKU UP THERE WAITING FOR LIKE 100 YEARS LIKE HE UP THERE CHECKIN HIS WATCH LIKE “WHERE’S AANG?” 

ughhhhhhhh Zhao sucksssss he fucking slow clapped at Zuko!

okay roku’s telling aang that he has to defeat the firelord before the comet. 

and he’s getting the logistics of the avatar gig. he has to master all the elements before the comet 

could some one have warned my baked ass about this lmao 

but nice, roku is going to help aang 

OH FUCK

FUCKING CHILLS MAN 

AVATAR ROKU!!

Lmao he read my mind 

ok everyone escapes 

nice 

THIS IS AWESOME HE’S DESTROYING IT WITH THE LAVA fuck that was badass as hell 

awwwwww everyone ran away but sokka and katar and they were there to pick up aang. fuck. 

YASSSSS TEMPLE IS FALLING BUT APPA AND MOMO TO THE RESCUE 

this is so soft. this is so soft. THIS IS SO SOFTTTTTT i love it i love it i love it 

[bnhavibes]

Y/n goes out on a late-night run to get out some nervous energy and ends up running longer than expected. Since their still not tired they decided to call their best friend Shinso to ask if they can come over for a bit. You can decide from there, thank you b.

announcements!!

requests can take a while, i’ve decided to start writing a fic 🥰 but i haven’t chose who to pair with my OC so im going to have you vote in my asks!(or dm me on discord if u want to make certain requests too!

do you want reader insert with (y/n) or should we just name the OC? (side note: whats an alluring name?) <answer a for (y/n), b for (your suggestion).

should it be bxg, bxgxb, or gxgxb? <answer a, b or c>

who would you like to see in this pairing(s)? <answer a, Katsuki Bakugou, b, Shouto Todoroki, c, Izuku Midoriya, d, Ejirou Kirishima, e, Denki Kaminari, f, Momo Yayaorozu, g, Jirou Kyouka, h, Hitoshi Shinsou, i, League of Villains (insert up to 2 members unless you’ve picked a student or hero), j, any other options besides Endeavor, Aayoma, Tokoyami, Asui, Shigaraki, and anybody who’s personality i cannot portray lmfao)

Shinsou, Hitoshi x Reader

(request)

(NSFW) warning!

cussing, some heavy makeouts with descriptive characteristics

not actual penetration

but enough steam to keep it: moisy

College aged upUA! (so basically ua is a college lmao)

18+

this one is gonna be long since i pushed it off so far sorry bb😭

“Hey, you up?”

you: (typing) So I’ve been running for way longer than I thought, stuck thinking and overthinking about my life and I found myself by your apartment and wanted to stop by to get some advice? I know it’s pretty late but you’re always saying if you need me at 2am |

“Fuck, no, I can’t say that!” You growl in frustration before erasing the dumb text. Twiddling your thumbs above the screen as your hands laced the back of your device, you pace around, frantic about how you were gonna tell your old best friend that you were outside his apartment and desperately freezing. (it was like the middle of the night, and yet you were out in a crossed-back tank top, with a windbreaker and loose running shorts.

You and Shinsou have known each other for as long as you remember. You weren’t on good terms for a while; The first time he announced that he got his Quirk, you were out sick, and all of the kids in your class teased and picked on him. He essentially blamed you for not being there and defending him, but you guys didn’t see each other between the end of middle school and middle of high school. Now that you both go to UA, and are at the mercy of pros, you have to deal with working together for the sake of the citizens (even if you have bad blood between you). But you didn’t expect him to be so relieved when he saw you at school. And the two of you got along so well, it was like he was never even mad at you. He did bring it up, once, but he has only ever been nothing but kind to you when you started studying with him.

Then you started hanging out with him.

More and more.

More boundaries being pushed.

More times you’re together than not.

More things to study for? Hah, typical.

Then you’re having sleep overs.

Where you sleep in his bed.

...And he spoons you.

..........Weird.

‘Thats weird, right?’ You think to yourself the morning after. Nobody should be in the same bed with other people if they’re not together right? Shouldn’t it feel weird that you went to bed with another adult? That’s just your friend?

you: Are we just frien—

You stop yourself before even finishing that idiotic question, groaning in frustration. “What the hell do I say to him?” You tell your device more than yourself, at this point, just looking for answers.

New Message: Shinsou

Your eyes bulge out of your head and your hands almost drop your phone at the sudden vibration in your hand.

Shinsou: yeah, im just up doing dumb shit on my computer anyways

you: you mean like beating off? ewwww tmi Shinsou Hitoshi 🥴

Shinsou: fuck you (Y/f&l/N) 😂

Shinsou: if you want me to beat off before you get here, i can tho

you: i mean you’ll have enough time do it, i just so happen to be walking in to your apartment complex 😂😉

You giggle as you head up the stairs to his small student apartment, knowing the way all too well by memory.

Shinsou: wtf? 🤨 why were you all the way over here.

you: i couldn’t sleep, so i decided to go jogging

you: turns out i was drugged

you: kidnapped

you: and returned nearby because i kept annoying the shit out of the dudes

Shinsou: figures. 💀

Shinsou: i would’ve dropped you off at the loony bin tho

Shinsou: we’d probably both have to sign in tbh😂😂

you: 😒 come open the door ya punk.

The warm smell of freshly cooked— or reheated— pizza filled your nostrils as the door was opened for you. Stepping in and removing your shoes, you glance around to see if anyone else was over.

“Sorry, I know I said I would clean it.” He mumbles, thinking you were looking at the mess of a living area he made this morning. (because building forts is cool, okay?)

“No, you’re good,” You chuckle as you remove your jacket, “it IS your house anyways. Not like i can tell you what to do.”

A pregnant pause filled the air before you realized he had went and disappeared to his room and you were still by the door. Shaking your head at yourself, you follow him, building up courage to confront last night’s cuddle thing.

When you got to his room, however, he had laid out a towel on his bed and was looking through his closet. You dropped your shoes and looked around to seethat his shower was running, and there was the hair brush you lost on his desk (with a sticky note that said ‘Text (y/n) you found it. Reminder #251’). There was still rummaging behind you when you look at him in the reflection of his computer.

When he pulls out a shirt of his that you always compliment him in.

And a pair of exercise shorts that he hadn’t worn yet.

You blush when you realize he wants you to shower in his bathroom.

And then put his clothes on.

“Hit—Hitoshi-san?” You questioningly squeak, squeezing your eyes shut once you hear how cringey it sounded to be calling him by his last name again.

He notices the change, though, blinking softly at you with a shirt in hand. “I—... I just thought you, m-maybe wanted to shower. Cause you’re sweaty and stuff. Plus you might be able to fall asleep better.” He defended himself, putting his hands up.

“N-No, I know, I just...” You face him, avoiding his gaze. “I have to.. um...” You couldn’t do it. You were backing out.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind? I’m here if you need to talk.” He says, trying to catch your eyes as he steps toward you.

“Hito-sssh-hitt. Ugh! Why is it so hard to tell you!?” You curse your tongue for letting you sputter so embarrassingly in front of your best friend. You pace toward Shinsou, but turn back, groaning as you face palm repeatedly.

“You’re acting weird, (Y/N). Since when were you calling me by my last name, you know you can call me pretty much anything else. I swear if you say some dumb shit about another prank I’m gonna—

“Are we just friends or what?” You spat, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words slipped out.

“What?”

The look on his face was so.... precious?

His eyes widened a little, mouth agape with loss, and shoulders cringing a bit at his sudden nerves. You removed your hand slowly but turned it into a fist as quick as it landed at your side.

“Y-You heard me. Are we just friends or, is there m-more... between us..” You trailed off, not noticing how close you’d gotten yourself when he was talking to you.

“More?” He asked, his voice seeming to be hung on to a thin string of hope. He inhales sharply before speaking softly:

“I— I thought... Well, to be honest these last few months with you have been awesome b—

“—But you don’t have feelings for me right?” You interrupted him, looking up into (what felt like to him) his soul.

So it was just you? You started to leave, his hesitation enough of an answer for you.

“No, I- Hey, wait!” He was confused, the poor boy, as to how you took his words. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay, Hitoshi-san.” You say, smiling back at him with a hand on his bedroom door knob.

“S-Seriously! I— Uhm..” He stopped you from opening the door with his hand over yours, pushing the door closed all together when he tripped over a loose shoe and against your body.

You gasp at the sudden fall, but can’t help but worry about him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, helping him stand up straight. “Sorry about the shoe— Mmmph?”

He kissed you so softly, you’d think it was a ghost. His hands cupped around your head, fingers laced through your hair as they almost support your movements. Instinctively you’re kissing him back, letting his body tower over yours and press you harder against the wall. His lips were like soft pillows, and his tongue flicked at your lips, teeth, and tongue so well that you couldn’t help but pull him in closer and closer; the longsleeved sweatshirt he had on was bunching up from your grasps, and you could feel his skin just barely grazing your own. You’re subconsciously tracing designs on his sides with your fingers, slowly running them along the hem as it lifts up when the feeling of heat in your stomach (and face) brings you back to your realitive plain of existence.

You’re currently making out with your best friend.

And you can feel how much he likes it.

“Sh-Shinsou, I—I’m sweaty.” You say, pushing him back a little.

He raises an eyebrow at you. (is that really gonna stop him? shusoskfkdjd)

Then he’s back on your lips, picking your legs off the ground and pulling them around his hips; pressing you back into the wall and grinding himself so deliciously against you. Soft moans escape your lips as his own travel to your neck, hands creeping up your shirt this time. Instead of touching you, however, he only lightly grazes your skin with the lads of his fingers up your torso until hes able to lift your shirt off (with help from you of course). Once it’s off, he’s back at your neck, leaving sloppy kisses before grabbing you by the ass and walking to his bathroom.

He set you down on the sink counter, ridding himself of his shirt and lowering himself down to his knees; His hands at your hips, fingers teasingly looping the elastic waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you with those eyes— The ones that ignite the flame in your core, those piercing, desperate eyes. He’s leaning his head into your thigh as he looks up at you, a smile smirk shows that your reaction to his wherebouts must be entertaining to him. You can feel your core tremble as he lays kisses on your legs, occasionally taking a nice long drag of his tongue along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and stopping at the hem of your shorts. Letting a tiny gasp slip, you place your hands on his to stop him. He looks up at you for a second, but his worries wash away when he sees your hardened nipples and flush skin.

“You look so cute like this.” His voice breaks the tension in the air before he kisses your thighs again. “So flustered and confused.” He bites down gently on your skin, causing you to stifle a moan. He sucks slowly, his teeth just grazing you enough to leave a mark, but not enough to make it hurt. You gasp when his head moves to your centre, the heat of his exhales sending chills up your spine.

“You’re just... so naughty, aren’t you (Y/N)?” He whispers onto the thin cloth before laying his head back down on your leg, pulling your shorts down painfully slow. “You’re absolutely soaked, huh? I can smell you from here.” He looks at you, cueing you to lift your legs up, pulling your shorts off completely before returning to his position between your legs.

“No panties, huh?” He chuckles, scooting you to the edge of the counter by your hips. “You’re so god damn beautiful.” He whispers on your lips, your mouth just slacked enough for him to take advantage of, slipping his tongue straight past your teeth and directly brushing against your tongue. You feel yourself pooling over the counter, soaking against his boxers when he starts to take them off.

“Tell me what you wanna do.” He says against your collarbone, fingers still looped around the edges of his boxers.

“I, I need to sh-shower.” You squeak.

“You’re so fucking cute,” He says after chuckling. “I meant me, kitten, now do you want me or not?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I — I want you, Shinsou. I want all of you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, (Y/N).”

“I’m not, I promise— but, ugh, can you just fuck me already?”

The boldness of your words cracks a shit eating grin you only knew from that class 1-A asshat onto Shinsou’s face.

“Get in the fucking shower then.”

[cafedanslanuit]

Just a little bit of your heart || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

I don't ever tell you how I really feel / 'Cause I can't find the words to say what I mean / (...) I know I'm not your only / But I'll still be a fool 'cause I'm a fool for you

a/n: I wasn’t thinking on writing a second part but since you asked so nicely, I came up with two extra chapters! Hope you like this one <3 I will be posting the final chapter in the next few days. tagging the ones who asked for part 2 ~ @loeybk​ @animemelanie360​

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

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Kirishima had tried his best not to let Bakugou know but news travelled fast, faster than he had anticipated. Whispers about you dating a girl from the Support Class quickly got to Bakugou. He didn’t comment on it, but Kirishima noticed how much rougher he got on training that day, and how his hands would let out tiny clouds of smoke out of the blue, making him think that all those comments were still around Bakugou’s head.

Bakugou hadn’t tried talking to you again and you hadn’t either. Deciding it was a deserving end for such an unfulfilling love story, you had decided to move on and finally accepted a proposal from a girl that you had met through Yaoyorozu during lunch time. She was kind and sweet, a harsh change from the last relationship you had been it. She had invited you to the cinema and then to a tiny coffee shop where you discussed the movie. You found yourself laughing easily at her jokes and once the date ended, you could see yourself seeing that girl again.

Weeks went by where you tried your best to focus all your energy on her rather than your ex. If you were damned to see each other other until you graduated, you had to start working on making his presence not mean a thing. You hadn’t found much success in the last three weeks, but you knew it had to happen someday.

It was a Thursday morning during Aizawa’s class when you felt your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket. You ignored it, but a minute after, you felt it again. Making sure Aizawa wasn’t looking at you, you took it out and put it under your desk.

‘hey, how’s your day going?’

‘right sorry you should be in class. i’m too, but i’m bored and i thought of u<3’

You couldn’t help but smile at the cute texts she had sent you. You replied to her and didn’t have to wait long for another reply. It went by for few minutes until you saw your sensei’s binding cloth snatching the phone away from your hands. You watched in horror as it flew straight to Aizawa’s hands, where he took a look at the screen.

“If you rather chat with your girlfriend than be in my class, don’t waste my time” he said. You felt your face turning red and wished your classmates weren’t looking at you as they were doing at the moment. “In fact, why don’t you text her again. Tell her you can’t make it today since you have to clean Gym Gamma all by yourself. No quirks” Aizawa added with a sick smile. You nodded, embarrassed and put your phone in your backpack. You couldn't believe you were going to be grounded for something as stupid as texting during classes. The worst part was Aizawa was right. You really had set yourself up for this.

Just as you thought the class could continue and your nightmare was over, Aizawa turned again to look at you, a chill running across your spine.

“My bad, not alone. Bakugou has to stay too because he doesn’t seem to understand what the difference between training and attempted murder is yet” he shot an angry glare at the named student, who just looked down to his notebook. You remembered noticing Bakugou being extra rough in training the last few days, but tried not to give it much thought.

You sighed and started taking notes again. 

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Right after training, everyone started leaving the gym. Midoriya gave you an apologetic smile as he tried to help you a bit with cleaning, quickly being discouraged by Aizawa’s scary look. You assured him you would be fine and watched him leave. Jirou and Momo asked you if they should wait for you outside U.A. but you told them there was no need. You would see each other the next day in class, and you probably would just want to take a shower and go back home once you were done.

You took a broom and started sweeping the floor in silence, looking at Bakugou as he did the same. The two didn’t talk to each other as you did so. Time seemed to have stopped, in the worst way possible. As you kept doing your chore, you thought about how you could be in a cute date instead of sweeping your classmate’s sweat if you had ignored the messages and waited until lunch to talk to her. You mentally cursed yourself for your actions. If there was anything worse about being stuck with that chore, was being stuck with him.

Once you were done, you both went to the storage room, were you started arranging the items that had been used in class, putting the items back in the shelves. You saw Bakugou grabbing his backpack and walking towards the door.

“Hey, we’re not done” you warned him. He stopped and turned to look at you, disgust written on his features.

“I cleaned the gym. I’m done”

“This counts as cleaning the gym, you think I’m doing this because I like to?” you replied, your hands on your hips.

“You’d be stupid like that” he said, before rolling his eyes and resuming his pace.

“What the fuck is your problem? Be a man and accept I dumped you”. Bakugou stopped again and turned around, laughing. His laugh was cold, much colder than anytime you’ve heard him.

“I have. And without the need to hold onto a fucking extra like you did”.

“It’s rich for you to mocking the fact I’m dating again instead of asking yourself why I left you in the first place. Work on your fucking feelings, Bakugou, it seems you can’t even do training well. Isn’t that why you’re here?” you challenged him. Bakugou dropped his backpack to the ground and walked towards you.

“Wanna say that again?” he threatened.

“I’m saying you’re so emotionally stupid you couldn’t keep your girlfriend” you countered, not backing down.

“Why do you even think you were worth keeping around?” Bakugou snarled. Your fierce facade fell apart, his words hitting you deep.

“You’re an asshole” you muttered, grabbing back one of the training items and putting it back to its place. You tried your best to focus on organizing, you weren’t going to let him get away with hurting you again.

“Well, that says more about you than me” he scoffed.

“You know? It does” you agreed. “I spent so much time with someone who didn’t love me, surely that says something about how low I was willing to fall for some dick”

Bakugou’s hand grabbed your elbow, forcing you to turn around and face him. Beneath his anger, you could see a glimpse of hurt. You let that thought go. No, Bakugou wasn’t the type to get hurt by words, much less your own.

“Well, you sure don’t seem to settle for dick anymore”

“Is it so hard to believe a girl can be healthier for me than you?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“What it’s hard to believe it’s someone can actually stand you” Bakugou smirked. You wanted to get back at him, but knew it would be repeating the cycle of hurt you had already established since you had split up. He would say something hurtful, you would try to hurt him back and he retaliated. It was tiring and you were done with it.

“Let me go, I’ll finish this by myself” you muttered, jerking your arm away from Bakugou. Instead of releasing you, his grip only grew harsher. “I said let go”. He looked at your for a few moments and then he finally let go.

“Fine. Have fun playing with your new toy. See how long this one lasts” he scoffed.

Bakugou didn’t expect to slapped.

“What the fuck!?” he yelled, his hand going to his cheek. “I let you go!”

“You don’t get to say I’m playing around. If you were too incapable of saying you loved me, fine! But I don’t play around with people and I certainly didn’t play around with you, dumbass. You’re impossible, fuck!” you breathed heavily. Bakugou just looked at you in silence. You had tried to stop a confrontation from happening, but now you were way past your earlier intentions. “All I wanted was for you to say you loved me. That was it. But you didn’t want to, or you couldn’t and now we’re here. I’ve accepted I couldn’t change that about you, but don’t talk like I’m the broken one out of us both”.

You felt tears streaming down your face, both anger and sadness drowning you. Bakugou stayed silent, his refusal to say something back doing nothing more than filling your body with rage. You punched Bakugou’s chest, his body not even moving at how little impact it made. Frustrated, you went again. And again. And again.

“Why couldn’t you say it?!” you cried. “Why the fuck can’t you tell me how you feel!? Tell me you hate me, I don’t even care. Just speak”.

Bakugou just looked down, taking every hit you were giving. You tried pushing him back, taking a few steps back yourself as you failed.

“Just tell me what you feel!” you pleaded. His eyes were still glued to the floor, his mouth twisted in a snarl.

“Why the fuck can’t you say something!? Say something, goddammit! Speak, Katsuki!” you yelled, marking each sentence with another punch on his chest.

“I don’t know how!” Bakugou finally growled, grabbing you by your wrists. You wrestled against him for a few moments but then desisted, knowing he had more raw physical strength than you.

“Think again, that’s a lame excuse and you know it�� you spat, feeling his hold on your wrists tightening. Bakugou showed his teeth, his anger getting the best of him.

“You make me feel like a fucking moron!” he screamed against your face. “That’s how I fucking feel! I don’t feel composed, I don’t feel like a winner, I feel like a fucking extra whenever you walk by and don’t look my way”

You stared at him, your eyes filling with tears again. Anger was still flooding your veins, pushing you to activate your quirk and start an actual fight with your past lover.

“You wanted the truth!?” he continued. “Here it is: I never told you how I felt because I can’t fucking understand it. All I know is I’m a cunt who would do anything you asked me to".

“Except telling me you loved me” you grunted. He harshly let go of your arms, pushing them away from him.

“What the fuck does that even mean!? Tell me, what’s the point of saying I love you if I don’t understand what that means. You wanted me so bad to say it, like it meant anything. What does me saying ‘I love you’ guarantees you, huh?” he asked, taking steps forward as you walked backwards. You back finally hit the wall, your expression turning into a confused one. “If I don’t understand what I’m saying, it means shit! But hey, wanna know how loving you feels like? What it really feels like? It’s fucking hell! I can’t control it, I can’t make it go away and I fucking wish I could!”

Before he could continue, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close, crashing your lips against his. Bakugou kissed you back, pushing his tongue against your mouth, his hands grabbing each side of your face as he did. You bit his lower lips until he growled, letting him do the same, secretly loving the way your swollen lips felt once he was done. His hands never left your cheeks, not even when his whole body pressed against you as his mouth kept moving against yours. Your ran your fingers through his hair, intoxicating yourself with the feeling as you yanked him even closer.

After a few moments, Bakugou finally pulled away, resting his forearms on the wall above your shoulders. He panted against your face, your hands settling on his shoulders. You pressed his lips against his again, but this time for a much softer kiss. Bakugou broke the kiss again, closing his eyes.

“Are you with her? Like… a couple” Bakugou whispered, his breath hitting your face. You shook your head with a whimper.

“We’re just going out on dates” you sighed, your eyes searching for his. When he finally set his vermillion eyes on you, you felt a lump on your throat. “I love you, Katsuki”

“Why?”

“Why?” you repeated, confused. Bakugou broke eye contact for a moment, looking down and then set his eyes on you again. You let out a dry laugh, feeling the pressure increase around your throat. “Because I don’t believe in unconditional love. I believe loving someone is not accepting their changes but encouraging them. And you… you make me want to be better. A better hero. You’re always pushing me to train harder, to endure the pain, to keep going. You challenge me, Katsuki. I love that. It’s like… you believe in me or something.”

“Why is it so easy for you to say that?” Bakugou asked, a pained look on his face.

“It’s not” you shook your head. Your eyes filled with tears again, you felt them running down your cheek as you chose your next words. “But I didn’t come up with them in one day. I thought about loving you and why I did that for quite some time. I want that for you too. You… need to understand what you feel for me, besides frustration. And when you do… you let me know, okay? But I can’t--” your voice broke a little and you sniffed, trying to get yourself together, even if tears were falling again. “It feels wrong for me to be with you when you’re still trying to figure out what love means to you”.

You both fell silent again. As you tried to regulate your breathing to stop crying, you felt Bakugou’s thumb wiping your tears away. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, drowning in the presence of each other, wanting things to be different, easier, simpler.

“Okay” he exhaled. “Just…” his thumb set on your chin softly. “Give me a minute. Right now… I’d rather have this than nothing at all” he whispered. You pretended not to notice how his voice broke at the end of the sentence as he fell onto your lips again. Maybe he was right. Maybe a little love was better than none.

[bnhabadass]

Standing on the Edge of the World: A Bakugo Fan Fiction - part 1

(A/n): I hope you guys enjoy part 1 of this multi-chapter fanfic

Pairing: Bakugo x reader Warnings: Swearing, angst, usage of drugs and alcohol

“Eviction notice!?” Your friends were crowding around you as you clutched the envelope with sweaty palms. You were backed up against the arm of the sofa, cowering in fetal position.

“How is that even possible?” Iida asked. He and Midoriya came home later that day. You waited until everyone was back to break the news. You were being kicked out of the housing the school provided. You had a rough idea as to why. The letter you received stated it was due to financial corruption.

“I think it’s because of my grandfather,” you said with a cautious tone in your voice. “He’s on the board of trustees in the school and he’s the only reason I’m enrolled here to begin with.” Your friends knew that already, but what came next was a surprise to them. “A couple days ago he had a pretty nasty fall and he’s in the hospital right now. The doctors said he’d be alright, but I guess because of that my room and board payments are frozen for the time being.”

“(Y/n) why didn’t you tell us?” Uraraka sat next to you and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“I’ve been going to the hospital to visit him and he’s doing better. I didn’t want to worry you guys.” You played with the corner of the envelope, sticking it under your finger nail and pulling it away to reveal some of the dirt that was trapped underneath.

“You don’t have to worry about that!” Midoriya threw his arms over you, giving you a tight hug. “We’ll always be here for you when you need it. You know that, right?”

You nodded and gave a half-hearted smile. There was too much on your mind right now. You couldn’t even think about the pile of homework weighing down on you. “Thank you,” you said.

“If it’s financial trouble I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind helping you out until your grandfather’s assets are no longer frozen.” Iida smiled at his own idea.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. His family was rich after all. “That’s alright, Iida. Thank you, but I don’t want to put that much trouble on your family.”

“Please, (Y/n) it’s no trouble at all.”

Leave it to your friends to make you feel shitty about your own financial instability. You know they mean well, but it’s hard not to feel inadequate when half the time you hear Iida, Momo, and Mina talking about their families’ vacations to the Bahamas or their massive trust funds that you couldn’t even dream of. “I’m visiting my grandfather later today to work this all out. Please, guys. Don’t worry about me.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Uraraka squeezed your hand.

“It’s alright. It’s probably best if I go alone.” You squeezed her hand back lazily. You were so tired, but you had to deal with this now. It was Friday night. You could sleep in Saturday morning.

“If you need us to bring anything over just let us know.”

You nodded at Iida. Midoriya was still hugging you. When he finally let go he smiled down at you. “Just give us a quick call and we’ll be over in a jiffy.”

You smiled at your friends. They were too kind for this world. You really didn’t deserve them. “I should probably get going,” you said. You broke free from the couch’s warm embrace and grabbed your coat off of the peg rack.

Your friends watched as you wrapped your scarf around your neck and slung your backpack over your shoulder. “I’ll text you guys when I’m done.” You smiled at them and went out the door.

“Text us if you need anything,” you heard Uraraka call as you closed the door. She really was too good for you. They all were.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you made your way down the stairs. You visited your grandfather the second you got the call from the hospital. A fractured wrist. It’s wan’t too bad, but they wanted to keep him a few days for observation because of his age. You were worried, that much was obvious. And you were confident that he would pull through this time, but what if he falls again. He’s a stubborn man. Forty years on the board of trustees and the man refused to retire. There would undoubtedly be another fall from the infamous Gran Torino, as his colleagues like to call him. What would you do then?

“Hey watch it!” You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you had bumped into someone. You looked up and saw it was the blonde guy from earlier. The guy who shoved that wretched eviction notice in your hands earlier that day. “Do you ever watch where you’re going?”

“Look dude.” You were not about this shit right now. “I’m having a pretty shitty day so leave me the fuck alone.” You turned around and went out the door. If that bastard had anything else to say you didn’t hear it. You looked around outside before letting out a soft “shit” as you remembered how far away you needed to park.

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“It was their fault, I tell you. They did it on purpose, having me lying helplessly in this hospital room like I’m dying. I ain’t dying any time soon!”

You nodded lazily, head resting in the palm of your hand as you listened to your grandfather go on about how him ending up in the hospital was just a ploy. “I’m sure that you ending up here was not their fault, grandpa,” you said for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. “You just have to face the fact that you’re getting older and accidents like this are likely to happen a lot more now.”

“Ugh you sound just like your mother.” Your grandfather rolled his eyes and looked back at you. “So tell me, why are you here now instead of studying for the upcoming finals?”

Oh Gran Torino, always overtly prepared. Finals weren’t for another month. “I have a big problem,” you said. Better out with it now. “Because you’re in the hospital they’ve frozen your assets. You’re not technically paying for my room and board, and now I’m being evicted from the apartments.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t heard anything about this.” He looked surprised at the envelope you held in front of him. His eyes widened at the bright red letters stating 'Eviction Notice’.

“I got this in the mail today. It says I’m being evicted because of financial corruption.” You played with the hem of your sweatshirt and swiped away the few strands of hair in your face that clouded your vision.

“It was Hakamata! That bastard has always hated me. He’s the reason I’m in here now and the reason why you’re being kicked outta your apartment.”

You buried your face in your hands and let out a muffled cry. “Why can’t you take this seriously?” You asked. “I’m being kicked out of my apartment in a week and I don’t know where I’m going to stay or what I’m going to do.”

Your grandfather frowned. He could tell that this was really weighing on you. “Get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll figure this one out tomorrow. But go to sleep. You look exhausted.”

He wasn’t wrong. You checked the time on your phone and saw how late it actually was. “Okay.” You stood up and threw on your coat, not bothering to tie your scarf into a knot. “I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll bring you some taiyaki.”

He laughed and laid down in the hospital bed. “I’m holding you to that,” he said as you made your way out the door.

“Love you,” you said while smirking. You could hear the muffled little recognition that your grandfather gave to what you just said. He never was one for a lot of emotion, but that never really bothered you. You left the hospital only to be hit with the slap of cold air outside. It wasn’t ideal weather to be walking in that’s for sure. You walked through the windy parking lot before making it to the safety of your car. The wind had messed up your hair but that was the least of your worries at the moment. You were about to start your car when you heard a ding coming from your phone signifying a text. You smiled as you saw Mina’s name, followed by a slew of pink emojis, pop up on your lock screen.

Party at my place 2nite. No need to pay. Just bring that cute lil booty of yours over here!

A party. You were so tired, but at the same time you really could use a beer to help forget about everything that’s happened that day. You turned your keys in the ignition and made your way to the nearest gas station for a coffee.

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“There’s my girl!” Mina embraced you in a wide armed hug. The pop punk playing from the speakers was insanely loud. You could hear it walking up the stairs to her front door. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has been,” you laughed.

Your friends all made their rounds giving you hugs and complimenting your outfit. Before you went upstairs to the suite you went back to your apartment and changed into a dark red sweatshirt with the U.A. University logo on it and black skinny jeans. It was a very casual outfit, but one you could lounge back in.

“What have you been up to?” Momo asked.

“Well I–"

“You’re going to the concert with us next Thursday right?” Jiro interrupted.

“Yeah of course, I–"

“What did you get on your quiz last Friday? I thought it was kind of hard but then again I didn’t do the reading.” You didn’t mind that your friends kept interrupting you. It just meant that they miss you is all. You thought of telling them about what came in the mail and how you were being evicted, but you supposed there would be another time and place for that. You came here to party after all.

“Alright, babe,” Mina said. “What will you be drinking tonight?”

“I could use a beer,” you said. “Unless that punch bowl is mostly vodka. Hey do you just have any vodka?” Your friends laughed; you always were the funny one in your little friend group.

Momo cleared her throat. “I think I know what you need.” She moved swiftly to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle with a clear liquid in it. Next she pulled out five shot glasses. “We usually charge everyone a dollar for shots since the booze can get pricey, but you’re our little exception.”

In any other circumstance you would have groaned at the mention of money, but in a weird way you almost felt like royalty getting free liquor. You watched as Momo poured each shot delicately, not spilling a drop on the counter the five of you were situated at. You grabbed the shot glass and tipped it back along with your other friends. The five of you let out a howl, almost as if you were a pack of wolves. You looked over at the creak of light coming from the front door as it had opened. Your (e/c) eyes met crimson as you were suddenly staring at the blonde boy from earlier that day. You had never met the boy up until now and all of a sudden it was as if he was everywhere.

“Hey Kiri! Hey Bakugo!” You heard Mina yell.

The blonde stopped glaring at you and turned to your best friend. “Sup raccoon eyes,” he said. What a dick!

“Ugh how can you stand that guy?” You asked, popping open the beer that Toru handed you.

“Who, Bakugo?” Mina laughed. “Why, have you met him?"

“Yeah he was a total dick to me earlier today,” you said, taking a sip from the beer.

“Oh that’s just how he is. He can be a little rough around the edges but he’s actually a real sweetheart once you get to know him. He’s a good guy, just don’t tell him I told you that.” She giggled before taking a swig of her own beer.

“Huh.” Your eyes wandered to your sneakers and then back up to Mina, but she was already talking to someone else. You looked around to find anyone else you might know. Midoriya and Uraraka were around here somewhere, and Iida was also at the party earlier, but he left after seeing a few minors because he didn’t want to be associated with underage drinking.

Midoriya was over in the corner of the living room talking with Todoroki and some other guy with purple hair. You’ve seen him around campus before.

You averted your gaze to Uraraka who was hanging out with Tsuyu and Tokoyami, two people you aren’t very close with. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the familiar voice of Toru screaming your name. “Huh?” Some eyes were now on you and you felt your face grow hot from all the attention.

“Come over here!” She gestured for you to join the rather large group of people on the floor. “Come smoke with us.”

You smiled and sat down between Toru and one of her friends. The guy waved at you.

“I’m Kaminari,” he said.

“(Y/n).” You aren’t really a big smoker. You prefer a good drink, but when you’re offered a hit on the bong there’s a better chance you’ll say yes than no.

The guy packing the bowl looked up at you, a look of realization coming across his face. “You’re in my behavioral psyche class,” he said. “I copied off of your exam during midterms."

“I’m sorry?” You asked. You didn’t really care about the fact that he cheated, just that he trusted some girl he’d never met to have the right answers.

“Here.” He stopped packing the bowl and fiddled with whatever contents were in the brown leather bag at his side. He pulled something out and tossed it at you. “A thank you gift. I’m Sero, by the way.”

You looked at what he tossed you to see a small plastic baggy with about a gram of weed inside. “Thank you, Sero,” you said, a little weirded out by the drug lord in front of you.

“Don’t mention it.” He went back to packing the bowl. “Alright. Who wants the first hit?”

Those around you were eager to get their lips on the glass pipe, but you held back, waiting for it to come to you. When it finally did come to you there wasn’t much left. Really just enough for you and Toru to each have a hit. You thanked Kaminari as you took the lighter and pipe from him and put the flame up to the bowl. You sucked in for four seconds and held held it for another three before letting the smoke escape your nose. You handed the pipe and lighter off to your friend.

“That was beautiful,” Sero said.

Kaminari nodded slowly in agreement and you couldn’t help but laugh. You really were surrounded by stoners. It was a vibe you weren’t used to, but you kind of liked it.

“Do you want another hit?” You shook you head at the question, not even knowing who asked it. You were already starting to feel a little buzz.

Sero’s weed was really strong. It hadn’t even been a minute and you were already smiling like an idiot and laughing at the smallest things. “Hey Bakugo,” you heard Sero call over. You mentally groaned as you watched the angry blonde making his way towards the little cohort you were now a part of.

“What?” He asked. You noted the IPA in his hand and began longing for your own drink, which you had set down somewhere in the suite. You looked around for it but gave up after a few seconds.

“Wanna hit?” Sero asked, holding up the pipe.

“God damnit,” Bakugo said. “You’re gonna kill your lungs with how often you smoke.” You had a dumb open-mouth look on your face as you listened in on their conversation shifting your head to look at each of them as they spoke in a way too obvious manner.

“Relax, man.” Sero was a smiling mess. Then again, you can’t remember ever seeing him not like this in class. “It comes from nature so it can’t be bad for you.”

“Do you know what else comes from nature? Syphilis.”

You lost it. That was too funny. You were literally rolling on the floor laughing.

“The hell?”

You couldn’t stop the loud bouts of laughter escaping your mouth.

“See this is what happens when you smoke too much.” Bakugo widely gestured to you, spilling part of his beer in the process. “You turn into fucking laughter McGee over here.”

“Heh, I like this one,” Sero said. “She’s cute and because of her I ended up getting a C minus last block.”

“Wow a C minus,” Bakugo said, rolling his eyes. “You really caught yourself a winner here.”

You knew he was insulting you but you still couldn’t help but laugh. You spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing, and drinking some more. You weren’t sure what time it was when you started feeling ill. Momo told you to sit down, which you were about to do, when you felt your body collapse on the floor. You were out cold, and in the distance that was the blackness of your mind you could hear faint whispers and screams of people, your friends, not knowing what to do.