#Aizawa in general just seems like a fun cosplay to me

[toxicrevolver]

TAG GAME: two fictional characters that make you go "omg it's me!"

Tagged by @serendipminie Thanks for the tag!!!

Husker from Hazbin Hotel

Aizawa from My Hero Academia

Honourary mention:

Sanji from One Piece. My younger sibling was helping and this guy was their first answer. Their reasoning was and I quote “sanji from one piece bcs cooks bomb ass food (even out of nothing) and loves all the pretty ladies” so there’s that. They clarified that they mean this in a loving and joking way but if anyone has siblings you understand this is actually bullying.

Tagging (no pressure): @smushedmuffin @haahka @we-survive-endlessly @loveable-sea-lemon

@staticmonster999 <- said younger sibling who called me a one piece character. Get tagged bitch.

[todomomo-fanfiction]

Drawing above by @northerious

Writing below by @flaminkomage

Notes from Flaminko: Once again, thank you all so much for 100+ followers! Here's a little something we’ve been working on as a small gift. ^^ 

I genuinely feel like this started off as a sweet TodoMomo idea, but then somehow dwindled down into general Class A cuteness. Ahh enjoy nevertheless, though!

“Do you guys want to go to that butler café in the shopping district?” Ochako Uraraka asked, swirling her straw in her smoothie. “I’ve always wanted to go, and we haven’t really made any solid plans for today.”

Momo Yaoyorozu didn’t look up from the magazine she was browsing from her seat in the large booth of the smoothie shop, knowing the other girls would beat her to the punch of answering anyway. Uraraka was always trying to get the group to try different things, though Momo never was one to usually give in.

“A butler café?” Mina Ashido asked, her lips covering her own straw as she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the right slightly. “Sounds fun!”

Now, Momo glanced up. They weren't… they weren't serious, right?

“You mean where a bunch of guys dress up in blazers and suits and tend to our every beck and calling?” Kyouka Jirou said, snorting. “Count me in.”

“I want to be treated like a princess!” Tooru Hagakure exclaimed. Momo watched in sheer amusement as the invisible girl’s white gloves waved frantically about, perfectly depicting her excitement.

“I don't care, kero,” Tsuyu Asui said, leaning back in her seat.

The five girls then turned to Momo, who was biting her lip nervously and looking anywhere but back at them. Truth was, she wasn't really interested in going to a place like that. Having men her age walk around and treat her like something she wasn't made her a little uncomfortable. Besides, her family mansion housed many butlers. She didn't need to go to a café to experience the feeling of being served.

She sighed, crossing her arms and dimly shaking her head. “Sorry, girls,” she said, allowing a small smile to creep up onto her face, “go ahead without me. I'll pass.” She meant for it to sound friendly, like they didn’t owe her anything, though their reaction clearly said otherwise.

Uraraka’s eyebrows furrowed. She brought her hands to her cheeks, cocking her head to the side and shooting the taller girl a curious look.

“Why not?” she asked. “It won't be the same without you!”

Just as she was about to respond, Jirou flicked her forefinger onto Momo’s cheek, causing her to wince back at the slight pain.

“Yeah, Yaomomo, you should come,” she said, grinning. “We all know how much you wanna.”

“It's not my thing,” Momo responded, her voice low and quiet. She said this without really considering anything, though. She’d never been to any sort of cosplay café before, after all. If it wasn’t her own doubts, her parents would also never approve of her taking part in such things.

“But Yaoyorozu!” Hagakure said, and Momo could tell by the girl’s tone that she was not at all happy with this. “We won’t have any fun unless our entire group goes!”

“If Momo-chan’s out, I’m out too, kero,” Asui said simply, lifting one of her large fingers to poke her bottom lip. Momo groaned, knowing what they were saying was true. If she wouldn’t come, they most likely wouldn't feel too good about going either. Not without everyone, at least.

“I don't know…” she mumbled, playing with her hands in her lap.

“Just come!” Ashido grinned, giving Momo a thumbs-up. Then, a little quieter, “Please?”

Momo rubbed her temples, using both her elbows to prop herself up on the table. She shot them all withering looks, knowing she couldn't back out of it now. They had a bad habit of making her do things she didn’t want to do.

Besides, she might just enjoy it.

“Fine. Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just don't blame me when I go home all crabby.”

“It's a bet,” Jirou said, and the six girls quietly paid for their smoothies, grabbed their things, and headed out.

“Welcome home, my ladies!”

There were three guys in front of the group, and Momo instantly felt awkward. One of them was short and had a head of bright green curls. His cheeks were colored crimson and all in all, he looked nervous. He was probably new to the staff. The second was a bit taller, sporting a bright blonde hairstyle with a single black streak running through it. The third, however, had a large tail and was also blonde.

It wasn't their hairstyles what made her feel awkward, though. It was their outfits.

All three boys were wearing maid costumes.

They were black and white, just like any traditional cosplay at a maid café, with white frills and straps and a black underside. They also had flowing skirts, the same frill running along the bottom. The look was completed with a giant white bow by the center of the collar.

Momo wanted to laugh.

“Uh,” Jirou started, “did we come to the wrong place?”

“No, you did not,” the first blonde said, walking up to her and offering his hand out. “We’re having a little cosplay event today. The theme is ‘Maid Café’.” Then, he bowed. “Denki Kaminari, at your service m’lady. May I take your purse?”

Jirou seemed taken aback, while Momo tried her best to fight the giggles coursing through her body. Reluctantly, Jirou handed over her bag, watching the boy, Kaminari, take it and lead her to her to a seat at a large, empty table.

The green haired boy walked up to Uraraka, bowing and doing the same. “Izuku Midoriya. I’m… uh… new here.” His cheeks were burning, which Momo found extremely amusing. Plus, her guess was right. “Can I take your things for you?” he asked.

Uraraka giggled, nodding and slipping off her coat, allowing her bright pink crop top to display her chubby stomach. Momo didn't miss Midoriya’s wide eyes at this, and she instantly looked away.

Don’t laugh, Momo. Don't laugh. It isn’t funny, Momo. It isn’t funny.

It was obvious he had a few issues with how to talk to girls, which made her briefly wonder why he worked in a butler café in the first place.

The last boy, on the other hand, looked extremely intrigued as to why there was an invisible girl standing in the group, and as he walked up to Hagakure, Momo’s attention was stolen by another boy who came up to the group.

He looked hilarious.

He was about her age, and had the most interesting hair. The left side was a deep red, while the right side was a creamy white. He too was wearing a maid costume, which didn't completely match with the annoyed, dull expression that completely took over his face.

Oh she desperately wanted to laugh now.

The boy bowed low in front of Momo. “Welcome home, my princess,” he said in a low, smooth voice. “My name is Shouto Todoroki. May I help escort you to your table?”

And suddenly, she felt awkward again. This time, though, it was in a lighter sense, and she didn’t hesitate as much to respond. They were just doing their job, she kept telling herself. It wasn’t unlike her time in her old house, though.

“Sure,” she said before she could be caught staring, accepting his outstretched hand and allowing him to walk her to where the others were sitting. She glanced up at him when he pulled out her chair, nodding in acknowledgement when she lowered herself onto the plush velvet seat.

“I think we came on the wrong day, kero,” Asui whispered to the group, making them all laugh lightly.

Six boys were crowding around the table now, each taking care of their own girl. Todoroki stood right behind Momo, watching her as she scanned the menu, picking out what she wanted.

“Uh, could I get a strawberry fruit roll cake?” she said, closing the booklet and looking back at Todoroki.

A mistake.

He was crouched over, scribbling her order on a bright pink notepad that had the words ‘Kawaii Meido!’ written on it in loopy gold letters. The words translated to ‘Cute Maid!’, which made her instantly burst into the fit of laughter she had been holding in this entire time.

Todoroki followed her gaze, landing on the freakishly embarrassing spined notebook. She watched in amusement as the tips of his ears burned red and he quickly averted his gaze, coughing into his frilly maid costume.

“Todoroki’s triggered,” Kaminari whispered not-so-quietly.

“This wasn’t my idea,” Todoroki said lowly to her, ignoring him.

She tried to hold back her smile, failing miserably. “Yeah? Who’s idea was it, then?”

Todoroki’s mouth opened, and just as he was about to speak, the backdoors leading to the kitchen burst open, a blonde boy with spiky hair wearing the uniform maid outfit stomping out with his hands clenched into fists.

“Like hell am I wearing this in public!” he yelled behind him, curling his fist and shaking it in the direction of a taller man with black, long hair.

Todoroki just pointed towards the man. “Him. Shouta Aizawa. Our manager.”

“It’s your punishment,” Aizawa retaliated simply, following the blonde boy. “It’s your fault you scared off those girls, Bakugou.”

Todoroki looked back at Momo. “Bakugou yelled at some customers and Aizawa set this cosplay as his punishment. We all just got dragged into it.”

“But nevermind that!” a new voice cut in, and the six girls turned to see another blonde boy wearing a maid outfit, literally skipping up to them. If Momo could have said any one thing in that moment, it would have been ‘Sparkle’. The boy leaned his back against Todoroki, shooting the table of girls a sauve wink. “Can I interest you mademoiselles in our special? We call it the Twinkling Magical Cake. Kirishima and Tokoyami’s speciality.”

Todoroki pushed the boy away from him using his free hand, turning back to the table, ready to take down the order if need be. “They’re the cooks,” he said to their confused expressions.

“Basically,” Kaminari cut in, “it’s a two-tier cake with a giant candle that says ‘100’.”

Jirou raised an eyebrow. “Why the random number?”

“We had this couple come in celebrating their hundredth day of being together and wanted them,” Midoriya explained. “Todoroki-kun misheard, and ordered one hundred of the candles.”

“M-Midoriya!” Todoroki said, looking away.

“We need to get rid of ‘em,” Kaminari finished, shooting them all finger guns.

“We’ll take one, kero,” Asui said, not bothering to wait for the other girls’ approval. They all exchanged helpless glances, but shrugged and nodded anyway.

“Sure, why not,” Hagakure said, and just by her tone, everyone could tell she was smiling.

Todoroki wrote down the order in his notebook, giving Momo a short glare after she sent a weak glance his way, obviously regarding the girliness of it. Sucking in a breath, he slipped the notebook into the pocket of the frilly maid costume, and without another word, he turned to leave.

Momo let out an airy laugh again, all too amused by everything.

“We really did come on the wrong day, didn’t we,” Uraraka said, though her expression was playful and sweet.

“I can agree,” Momo grinned. “Oh, I forgot to tell Todoroki to cancel my fruit cake.”

“On it,” Kaminari nodded, moving to head to the back room of the café.

“Cancel my cake, too!” Ashido yelled after him.

“Same here,” Jirou added.

Uraraka nodded. “Mine too, please!”

“Same!” Hagakure said.

“I won’t be able to eat two cakes either, kero,” Asui said.

“Sheesh!” Kaminari yelled back to them, making them all grin.

When Todoroki returned, he was carrying a small plate with a frosted cake on it, and true to their word, it housed a candle that read ‘100’. His expression was uninterested, just like it normally was, as he set it down on the large oval-shaped table. Momo looked up at him, an amused smile creeping onto her face when he placed it in front of her.

“Quite the dashing maid, aren’t you,” she teased, looking down at the cake.

She couldn’t see his reaction, but judging by her friends wild laughs and his sputtering noises, it was definitely a good one.

The butlers all backed away from the table with one last bow, leaving the girls to idly chatter among themselves.

“So, Yaomomo,” Jirou said, elbowing the girl.

Momo picked up her fork, nodding. “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you glad you came with us today?”

Momo casually cut into her slice of the treat, glancing up to see Todoroki watching her from across the room. She offered him a small smile, to which he looked away and back down at the floor. Gulping, she turned back to Jirou, who was anxiously waiting for a response.

“Yeah,” Momo said, her eyes not leaving Todoroki’s figure. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Then I won the bet!” Jirou replied, shaking a victorious fist in the air.

“I’m not giving you any money,” Momo instantly shot back. “Forget about it.”

“Then,” Uraraka cut in, “maybe instead of paying with money, you can come again with us next week? One more time?”

Needless to say, Momo ended up not only going once more the following week, but also every single week after that.