#Aizawa is judging hard

[sakuraszn]

Hi! First off, I love your writing. The way you unfold a story feels so natural, and you manage to evoke so much emotion with a simple, concise style. I was so over my Bakugo phase after moving on from MHA, but somehow, your writing brought back just a little of those old feels.

So, if you're up for it, could I request a Bakugo x ex-villain reader? Maybe she’s taken in by U.A. after deciding to leave her villainous family but struggles to fit in. Bakugo, begrudgingly, helps since he kinda knows what it’s like to be treated like a ticking time bomb. Just pure fluff. Thank you!

a spark in the ashes, ft. katsuki bakugo x ex-villian!reader

note: THANKKK YOUUU SO MUCHHH!! I love when people compliment me on my writing, it’s such a mood booster to continue on doing something I adore so much and I’m happy I was able to get you hooked back onto his character again! I would be down to write this and I hope you like it, mwaa🫂💓.

The halls of U.A. were much louder than you expected.

Even though you had spent years watching the school from the shadows, studying its heroes, dissecting their every move for weaknesses, you had never imagined what it felt like to walk among them. The sheer energy of the place buzzed in your ears—the laughter, the chatter, the casual way students moved like they belonged. It was something you had never felt before.

Not truly.

You pulled your hoodie lower over your face, trying to avoid the sideways glances thrown your way. Even after Principal Nezu personally vouched for you, even after Eraserhead took responsibility for your rehabilitation, the whispers never stopped.

“That’s her, right? The villain’s daughter?”

“Why would U.A. even let someone like that in?”

“Bet she’ll snap any day now.”

It wasn’t that unexpected. You had lived your entire life being feared—first because of your family, then because of the things you had done in their name. Changing sides didn’t erase the past. And it certainly didn’t erase the scars.

You just wished it hurt a little less.

As you moved down the hallway, pretending not to hear the murmurs, someone shouldered past you. Hard.

“Tch. Move it, dumbass.”

You barely caught yourself before stumbling, snapping your gaze up to glare at the culprit.

Bakugo Katsuki.

Of course it was him.

The moment you locked eyes, his crimson gaze flickered with something unreadable. You expected hatred—after all, he had more reason than most to despise you. Instead, his eyes darted away, his expression twisting in annoyance.

“Quit starin’,” he muttered before storming off.

You scowled after him, muttering, “Asshole,” under your breath.

You had been warned about him, mostly by Kaminari and Kirishima. “Bakugo’s got a rough way of showing it, but he’s not as bad as he seems,” they had said. “He’s just… difficult.”

You weren’t sure you believed them.

But then again, weren’t you the last person who should be judging others?

Training was hell.

Not because it was physically demanding—you were used to that. Grueling workouts, endless sparring sessions, pain that lingered for days afterward—it was all second nature to you. Your past had ensured that.

No, what made this particularly hellish was teamwork.

No one trusted you enough to be their partner, and honestly, you didn’t blame them. But Aizawa wasn’t about to let you get away with isolating yourself.

“You’ll be paired with Bakugo,” he had said, voice flat and unyielding. “Neither of you seem to grasp the concept of cooperation, so you’re going to learn it—together.”

You had barely swallowed back a groan before a familiar scoff filled the air.

“Tch. This is stupid,” Bakugo muttered, standing beside you with his arms crossed, looking as irritated as you felt. “Why the hell do I have to babysit her?”

You arched a brow, unimpressed. “Wow. With that attitude, I can totally see why people love working with you.”

His crimson eyes snapped to you, narrowing. “Hah? The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You huffed, turning your gaze back to Aizawa. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“I wasn’t asking,” Aizawa replied, already walking away.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in irritation, but didn’t argue. You sighed, rolling your shoulders before turning to face him properly.

“Fine,” you muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He scoffed. “Finally, something we agree on.”

The exercise was straightforward: navigate through a series of obstacles while evading and neutralizing the ‘villain’ bots. Success depended on strategy, agility, and—most importantly—teamwork.

Which meant you were screwed.

Not even two minutes in, and you were already at each other’s throats.

“Would you stop blowing everything up for five seconds?!” you snapped, dodging the debris from yet another one of his reckless explosions.

“Shut the hell up! This is my way of doin’ things!”

“Yeah? Well, your way is getting us nowhere!”

You could see it clearly—Bakugo was powerful, but he wasn’t thinking ahead. He was acting purely on instinct, relying on brute force. It was effective, sure, but inefficient.

And it was driving you crazy.

“Stop being so stupidly aggressive and—”

A bot lunged toward him from behind.

You moved before thinking, grabbing his wrist and yanking him backward. Your body twisted mid-air, and in one swift motion, you fired an energy blast, knocking the bot away before it could strike.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then, you realized—Bakugo was staring at you.

Not in anger. Not in irritation.

Just staring.

His crimson eyes flickered with something unreadable as he glanced from your grip on his wrist to your face. It was only then that you became aware of how close you were, your fingers wrapped tightly around his skin, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

You immediately let go, stepping back. “What?”

His gaze lingered a second longer before he scoffed, shaking his wrist like he was trying to erase the memory of your touch. “Nothin’.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You sure? Because for a second there, it almost seemed like you—”

“Shut up.”

You smirked. “Didn’t know you could get flustered, Bakugo.”

He bristled immediately. “Hah?? I’m not flustered!”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

His eye twitched.

Despite the bickering, something shifted after that.

You noticed how, for the rest of the exercise, Bakugo actually started to listen. He still barked orders, still acted like he was the one in charge, but his movements weren’t as reckless. He adjusted his pace, matched your rhythm, and—most surprising of all—he didn’t complain when you took the lead on strategy.

By the time you reached the checkpoint, you were both panting, covered in dust and sweat.

But you had won.

And for once, you didn’t feel like you had done it alone.

Bakugo exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “well, i guess your way doesn’t suck completely.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the almost compliment.

Then, a slow grin spread across your lips. “Wow. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me today.”

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “Don’t get used to it, dumbass.”

And yet—

Somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

Over time, things started to change.

It wasn’t immediate—Bakugo was still Bakugo, all sharp edges and loud shouting, and you were still you, struggling to figure out where you fit in this world. But little by little, he stopped treating you like a threat.

He’d still shove past you in the halls, but it wasn’t as aggressive. He still called you names, but they lacked venom.

And then there were the little things.

Like how he always seemed to end up in the same training group as you. Or how, when people whispered about your past, he was the one who shut them up.

It all came to a head one evening.

The rooftop was quiet.

The world stretched out before you, city lights blinking in the distance, casting a faint glow against the dark sky. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of the earth below, the lingering traces of smoke from Bakugo’s explosions still clinging to your uniform.

You had come up here to be alone.

But, of course, he found you anyway.

You didn’t turn when the door creaked open behind you, didn’t even acknowledge his presence as he stepped closer. The familiar weight of him, the quiet heat, settled beside you, but he didn’t speak.

That was the thing about Bakugo—he never did anything he didn’t want to do. Which meant if he was here, it wasn’t because he felt obligated.

It was because he chose to be.

“You always come up here to sulk?” His voice was gruff, but there was no real bite behind it.

You huffed out a small, humorless laugh. “I don’t sulk.”

He gave a low scoff. “Coulda fooled me.”

Silence stretched between you.

The wind whistled softly, ruffling your hair, sending a chill across your skin. But you barely felt it. The weight pressing against your chest was heavier than the cold.

“I just needed some air,” you muttered eventually, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Needed to clear my head.”

Bakugo didn’t respond right away. Instead, you heard the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees.

You should have expected what came next.

“You thinkin’ about them?”

You flinched.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeves, the answer already there—resting just behind your teeth.

Of course you were.

No matter how far you ran, no matter how much you tried to bury the memories, your past had a way of finding you. The voices of your family still echoed in your head, their lessons burned into your bones.

“You can’t trust heroes. You can’t trust anyone.”

“They will never accept you.”

“People like us? We don’t get happy endings.”

Your throat felt tight.

“I just…” You exhaled, rubbing a hand down your face. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Bakugo finally turned his head, his gaze sharp, unwavering. “Do what?”

You swallowed, barely managing to force the words out.

“Be a hero. Change.”

The confession hung heavy in the air.

For a long moment, Bakugo didn’t say anything. He just looked at you—really looked, his crimson eyes dark and unreadable.

Then, finally, he scoffed.

“You already did the hardest part, dumbass.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He leaned back, stretching his legs out, staring at the sky. His voice was lower now, quieter.

“You left.”

You frowned. “So?”

“So that means you already made your choice,” he said simply. “Ain’t easy to walk away from everything you’ve ever known.”

Your breath caught.

Because the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, like he understood—made something in your chest tighten.

“Doesn’t feel like it’s enough,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “People don’t see me as a hero. They see me as… as them. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it’s like I’m always one step away from proving them right.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him this.

Maybe because he was the only one who wouldn’t look at you with pity. Maybe because, despite everything, Bakugo had never once treated you like you were fragile.

Or maybe because, deep down, you knew—he understood.

Bakugo exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “You think I don’t get that?”

You turned to him, brow furrowing.

He scoffed. “People look at me like I’m gonna snap any day now. Like I’m some kinda walking disaster just waiting to go off.” His hands curled into fists, resting against his thighs. “You think I don’t hear ‘em whisperin’? Saying I’m too aggressive, too dangerous to be a hero?”

You stared at him, lips parting slightly.

You had known, of course. Everyone knew that Bakugo was intense. That he was loud and brash and prone to violence.

But you had never really thought about what that meant for him.

Because heroes weren’t supposed to be like that. Heroes were supposed to be bright and shining and perfect.

Bakugo wasn’t.

And neither were you.

Slowly, your fingers unclenched.

“It’s exhausting,” you murmured, voice soft. “Always feeling like you have to prove something.”

Bakugo let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

Another stretch of silence.

Then—

“fuck.” He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Screw ‘em.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, stretching his legs out again, his knee bumping against yours slightly. “People are always gonna talk shit. Always gonna expect the worst. So what? That don’t mean they’re right.”

You stared at him.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is what you do. So either let ‘em win, or prove ‘em all wrong.”

A lump formed in your throat.

Because—damn it.

For all his yelling, for all his rough edges and sharp words—Bakugo meant it.

He believed in you.

Maybe not in the loud, obvious way that others did. But it was there, hidden beneath the gruff exterior, in the way he was sitting here—choosing to be here.

For you.

Something inside you shifted.

Something warm, something steady.

You let out a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah. I think… I think I can do that.”

Bakugo scoffed, nudging your knee with his. “Damn right you can, dumbass.”

You laughed—a real, genuine laugh. The first in a long time.

And for the first time since stepping into U.A., for the first time since choosing to leave your past behind—

You didn’t feel so alone.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

[thehouseofurmotha]

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Pairing: Bakugou x Aizawa's Daughter Reader

Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff! Bakugou is vry anxious, a lil bit of cussing, possibly ooc Bakugou

Summery: you finally convince your boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou to meet your father. Little do they both know they already know each other.

"Katsuuuuuu" you whine pouting at your grumpy boyfriend. Even though you know that his anger is nothing more than a cover for every other emotion he's feeling, and right now you can tell he's anxious. No matter how many times you have asked him to meet your father you've been turned down with a simple 'I'm not ready yet', and even if you understands the boy's anxiety it doesn't make you any less disappointed.

"S'not that I don't wanna meet him doll, you know I do. Jus' what if he thinks I'm not good enough for you. You're just so perfect, and so calculated. Then m'jus reckless me." Letting out a long sigh afterwards because he really does want to meet the man who raised the girl he's so lucky to call his girlfriend, but he's scared. Rightfully so he thinks, because he really never will be good enough to deserve you.

"Kats, he's going to love you. I know me telling you probably won't end up changing how you feel, but you are good enough for me. You're everything I want, you treat me better than anyone else could, and if my father cannot see that he is painfully blind." You haven't had the heart to tell him who exactly your father is, especially with it being his teacher. You know it would only freak him out more, and that's the last thing that you need to do.

You know your boyfriend honestly probably better than you know yourself. As you've known him since you were in middle school. You can read him in a way no one else can. They see his brash. angry personality on the outside and they immediately assume that's all he is. Is a loud angry kid, but you, you see the parts of him that no one else is allowed to. You see the passion he has, the love he has for saving people, you see his softness. He's a different person around you. You bring out the best in him in ways that no one else could ever dream to do. As he does to you, because he also sees the parts of you nobody else has been allowed to see before. He knows your greatest fears, and the things that inspire you. He's supportive of your dreams as you are his. He'd never judge you, especially about the fact that you're not becoming a hero. Instead opting to take general studies at U.A. where you focus your studies on hero analysis instead.

"Do you mean it?" There's a hint of pain in his voice that would go unnoticed by anyone but you.

"Of course I do" you say as you gently cup his face with your hands. Then he gives you a look, one that is full of love. Love for you, and it's almost enough to make you tear up. But you fight it as to not spook him.

"Okay my love, I'll meet him." He gives you a small smile, and you think your heart may have melted right there.

"How about dinner at my house this Saturday kats? I'll make your favorite and we'll just have a nice evening." You say with an encouraging smile. You know how hard this must be for him and you're so incredibly proud of him.

"Okay, I'll let the old hag know that I'll be out be out for the evenin." He gently leans his forehead against yours after placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You love how gentle his is with you, like at any moment you could break in his grasp.

You giggle as you playfully hit his shoulder, "Stop calling her that Kats." Before he has the chance to respond your phone starts blasting your alarm, telling you that it's time to start your walk home.

"M'gonna miss you." He says as you carefully get out of his lap and stretch as you stand up.

"I'll call you as soon as I'm home, and we can stay on the phone all night." This answer seems to satisfy him as he stands up and gives you a kiss before grabbing your jacket to help you put it on.

"Goodbye katsu, I'll talk to you later." Giving him a peck on his cheek and opening the door to his room.

"Yeah, whatever bye nerd." Even though that would come off as rude to anyone else, it places a large smile on your face as you make your way out of his house. It really is a gorgeous house, his parents have wonderful taste.

As you start on your walk you think about how the conversation with your father will go. He'll more than likely be getting ready for his night-shift of patrol. He knew you were seeing someone but other than that he knew no details. You had never been one to share the details of your love life and he knew that, so he chose not to push. Hoping that you would trust him enough to tell him anything important.

As you arrive home, you put your key in the lock and carefully unlock the door. As you open the door to your guys apartment, you immediately see your father in the kitchen dressed in his hero suit making himself coffee. It was the only way he got through his night shifts. As he sees you he starts to walk over to you before giving you a hug and a kiss to the top of your head.

"Welcome home hun, how's your day been?" He says pulling away and giving you a smile. He knows you can handle yourself but there's a certain relief that comes with knowing that you're safe in your home.

"It's been good, but I've got something to talk to you about." As you say this his heart beats a little quicker, maybe something happened. He's already thinking of every horrible thing that could have happened to you. You gently place your hand on his shoulder taking him out of his thoughts.

"Saturday, my boyfriend's going to come over for dinner. So he can meet you." He sighs in relief, he can handle that. It's simply just meeting the boy who has stolen your heart. He's noticed the way you've changed, since you've started hanging out with that boy. You seem happier, calmer even. But all he knows is that it's been a change for the better, and he can tell this boy makes you happy. So, even though trusting someone else with the care of the most important person to him is terrifying. He knows you're happy and healthy, that's all that'll ever matter to him.

"Alright that's fine, but you're cooking cause you know I can't for shit." You let out a small giggle at this comment, because he really cannot cook to save his life.

"Already planned on it dad!" He could spend the rest of his life like this. In the sweet moments between the two of you. Due to his busy schedule he doesn't get to see you as much as he would like. Even though he knows you don't blame him, and never would he can't help but feel some guilt. He never wants you to feel like he's abandoning you in the way your mother did.

"Alright hun, I've got to leave for patrol, there's some money on the counter for you to order yourself dinner. I should be home around 3. Have a good night, I love you." Once again he plants a kiss to your forehead, with a small smile forming on his lips.

"Thank you, I love you too dad. Have a good patrol!" And with that he leaves for the night.

You spend some time debating on what to get, with the help of Katsuki's opinions. After you get your food and eat you and him both decide that it's time for bed. You fall asleep to the sound of his soft snores feeling the most content that you have in years.

The rest of your week goes by normally. With the same routine of going to school, seeing your boyfriend, and going home. A simple routine but one that you've grown to love. The normalcy of everything is so comforting to you. And before you know it Saturday has arrived. Throughout the day you're excited, you think. You're not actually really sure how you feel, you want to be exciting but then there's the thought of what if it doesn't go well. And now you're suddenly wondering if Kats will be mad that you didn't tell him who your father was. As it gets closer to the time that was agreed upon by the three of you, the panic starts to really set.

This does not go unnoticed by your father as he is an extremely observant man. Yet, for what feels like one of the first times in his life, he doesn't know how to comfort you. He wants to promise you that he'll like your boyfriend but he knows there's always a chance that promise would be broken. And he doesn't want to do that to you. He settles in just trying to tell you he'll be nice. He walks into the kitchen where you've started making curry. You're making two kinds because you know your father cannot handle the spice. You don't acknowledge his presence but he's aware you know that he is with you.

"Hey, uh I promise I'll be nice tonight, but I can't promise that I'll like him." He says as gently as he can, but he feels like that last part may have come out a little harsh.

"I know dad, it's not really you I'm worried about. He's just.. He's so anxious but it comes out in a way that's harsh, and I don't want you to think less of him." It was a hard confession for you to make to him. Fearing that he might connect the dots before your boyfriend gets here.

"I'll keep it in mind kid, because I know you're happy. I see it on your face." He walks back to his room as he says that. But it leaves a smile on your face. And it reminds you how much he truly cares about you.

You think about Katsuki the entire time you cook. Thinking about his smile that is so contagious to you. He's smiling and you are too. About his hair, and the way it's so pointy. Yet it somehow manages to be so soft too. His voice that is so loud and harsh with others, but is so gentle and soft with you. You think about the way he looks while he cooks. He'll say he enjoys your food tonight, and he might. But you both know that he is absolutely the superior cook. You think about his handsome face. Everything about it being so perfect and fitting together so well. The red of his eyes, and the small bags that fall under them. Everything about him is so perfect.

Eventually, you're interrupted from your thoughts by a knock on the door. 'Shit' you think is it really already time. You quickly go to open the door and you're pleasantly surprised at the sight in front of you. Your lovely boyfriend dressed nicer than you think you've ever seen. Wearing a nice pair of jeans and a red dress shirt that brings out his eyes. He's also holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Uh. Here these are for you." He says has he shoves them into your hands. You smile at him.

"Thank you they're gorgeous. Would you uh, like to come in?" No matter how long you guys are together you'll honestly probably always have these small awkward moments between the two of you that you've grown to love.

"Oh uh yeah." He nods his head as he accepts your invitation and walks into your house. Taking a mental note of his surroundings, the place you, the girl he loves lives. He thinks it's simple, but nice, even more than his own house.

"Uh, by the way don't kill me for not telling you." You hear your father start coming down the hall and feel this is your last chance to say anything. And you decide to plead for your life. He looks at you with complete and utter confusion.

"Huh?" He says this as your father walks into the room and as the realization hits him, you see the color drain from his face. You look at your father and he has the same look on his face. Katsuki's seems to be more out of fear and your father's more out of shock.

"Y/n what did I say about loud blondes?" He says with a sigh, but you know he's not mad. He may just be trying to freak Katsuki out a little more.

With a giggle you respond, "to stay away from them?" Katsuki looks at you like you're crazy, you can only wonder what's going through his head. You take his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Uh- hi Aizawa-sensei." He says with a shake in his voice. You can tell he's scared and you feel so bad for not telling him. You realize that it was a mistake you shouldn't have hid it from him, you should have just told him. But you don't have time to keep thinking before your father responds.

"Hello Bakugou, I'm assuming you were as left in the dark about this as I was?" Your father sends you a small glare.

"Uh yeah sir I was." He says huffing and shoving the hand that wasn't holding yours in his pocket, as he glares intensely at the floor.

"Msorry- I didn't know how to tell you guys.. I'm sorry." You say meekly, you really hadn't known how to tell them.

"it's okay, m'jus a little shocked." Now it's his turn to give your hand a comforting squeeze. He really isn't mad at you, but he does wish you had told him before. But that's something the two of you can talk about another day.

"I know you make my daughter happy Bakugou, so I'm not mad. And I know you'll be able to protect her. But this will not change our relationship at school, do not expect anything to be easier for you. If anything be prepared for it to be harder, if it's my daughter you'll be protecting." Your father sends a look to your boyfriend that conveys how serious he is about his words.

"Yeah yeah sir, I wouldn't want it any other way." He send a glare straight back at your father, you know this is his way of proving himself to the older man. So for now, you won't get in the way, as long as it doesn't get to out of hand.

"We should probably go eat before dinner gets cold." The two men nod in agreement before you guys make your way to the dining room. You sit next to Katsuki and your father sits on the other side of the table. You give both of them plates before making your own.

"I hope you enjoy it." You say with a weak smile. You watch as the both of them start eating and Katsuki gives you one of those looks that just shows you how much he is in love with you.

"Shit babe, this is so fuckin good." He says before taking anything bite. And this makes you giggle and return him the smile. Your father watches with an amused smirk and he realizes that calming the loud blondes may run in the family.

The rest of dinner goes well, you guys all talk and you father seems to accept of Katsuki. And that makes you happier than anything, seeing the two most important people in your life get along.

A/n: RAAAAH okay so I fear it's late and I'm a little eepy so I kinda rushed the end, so I might come back and change it or I'll js leave it I don't know! But this is the first time in a rlly long time I've written so it honestly probably sucks but I fear it's okay chat. I hope you at least someone enjoyed it!

Pt. 2, pt. 3

[the-grimm-writer]

Thinking about having a toxic relationship with your yan. Knowing that you should run away and never look back. But the way he makes you feel is something no other person can replicate, and he knows this.

It's addicting, the way he knows you so well. The small things that he knows will get to you. Remembering your favorite movie and show. Your go to take out order. Your guilty pleasures that he doesn't judge you for.

And he knows your body so well that he knows all the right buttons to push, how hard or slow to go for you to scream and cry with pleasure and make you come undone.

He's so close to being the perfect man for you. If he hadn't gotten so possessive over you before you became more than just friends with benefits. Or if he didn't hate when you showed attention to anyone else, even friends that you've been close to long before you even met him. Not to mention how pushy he gets for you to move in with him after just a few months of being together.

Because of that, fights with him were often. Why did you look at that guy at the store for too long? Who were you just texting? Let him see your phone. Why didn't you respond to him? Why do you have to leave? Just stay with him.

If you do leave or try and break things off, he uses all the excuses for you to come back. That he misses you. He can't live without you. Even just the classic you forgot something at his place.

You go back despite your friends begging you not to. Terrified that one day they'll see you on a missing person's poster and they'll never see you again.

Worst of all, you know they have a reason to worry.

You know the things he says during fights are true. He wants to lock you away and throw away the fucking key. He wants to bash any other person who even looks at you wrongs head in until they're an unrecognizable mess on the side of the road. That you belong to him. That he knows how he feels isn't healthy. He just loves you so much that he just doesn't care.

Then once you're done screaming at him, telling him that you're done, you hate him and never want to see him again. That all your friends and family were right about him, he grabs you and pulls you into an aggressive, passion filled kiss that always leads to your clothes being ripped off of you.

And after a night filled with rough hate sex, covered in marks and bruises, he gently pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek, softly apologizing for going too far. He buys you gifts the next day as well. Expensive jewelry and even the cute little plush that you've been wanting from the store.

He swears that he'll never do it again. Confesses that he just loves you so much that sometimes he can't help but snap. And you melt right into his sweet words, thinking that maybe it is okay for someone to love you the way he does when he makes you feel like the most special girl in the world even after hurting you.

When you tell him that you love him too, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. Right by his side. Even if it winds up destroying you both.

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BNHA: Keigo, Dabi, Natsuo, Aizawa, Kirishima

JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami

Tokyo Revengers: Mikey, Izana, Kazutora, Nahoya, Ran, Sanzu, Hanma

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ MHA MEN IN JAMAICA

characters - bakugo , deku , todoroki , kirishima , denki , sero , tenya , shinso , monoma , hawks , dabi , shigaraki , aizawa, all might , endeavor. | all around the world event! |

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KATSUKI BAKUGO - walks like the heat doesn’t faze him, but you catch him tugging at his tank top, sun on his skin. he’s trying not to enjoy it too much. failing, quietly.

beach reaction - scowls at the sand in his shoes. ends up racing you into the waves. lets you climb on his back and float. “ hold tight, dumbass.”

the sun reflects in his eyes when he looks at you like he means it.

food experience - critiques every bite like a judge on a cooking show. eats until he’s full, then steals off your plate.

“ don’t roll your eyes. you weren’t eating it fast enough.”

cultural experience - gets pulled into a domino match by locals. wins. smirks. nods at the music, then watches you dance like it’s just the two of you. he mutters, “ you look real good like that.” under his breath.

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IZUKU ‘DEKU’ MIDORIYA - the tourist who reads up before coming, camera tucked awkwardly around his neck, eyes full of wonder. you’re the part he didn’t plan for.

beach reaction - rushes into the surf with excited gasps. helps you build a sandcastle. explains the structure like it’s science.

“ this is amazing… i feel so light, being here with you.”

food experience - he praises every dish. asks for recipes. tries spicy food and coughs through a smile.

“ worth it.” he wheezes, sipping juice. “ ten out of ten. you made it better.”

cultural experience - listens to elders with hands behind his back, nodding deeply.he jots down traditions in his notebook. links pinkies with you during a sunset ceremony. “ let’s remember this forever.”

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SHOTO TODOROKI - doesn’t speak much, but he takes everything in. he walks slow, thoughtful, like the ocean’s rhythm is syncing with his own.

beach reaction - sits in the sand at first, eyes half-lidded. eventually lets you drag him into the water. he doesn’t resist.

“ it’s peaceful… and you look beautiful with the sun behind you.”

food experience - he calmly tries everything. praises the balance of flavors. his eyes crinkle when he sees you happy.

“ i think the warmth here… suits me. suits us.”

cultural experience - follows you through markets, quietly buying trinkets you mention liking. bows gently to performers, full of quiet reverence. fingers brush yours.

“ thank you for showing me this world.”

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EIJRO KIRISHIMA - is made of bright grins and barefoot energy. he fist-bumps the locals, compliments their style, and keeps his arm slung over your shoulder the whole time.

beach reaction - he cannonballs into the sea. challenges you to a splash battle. gets sand in his hair and laughs like a kid.

“ you’re glowing, babe. seriously. i might fall in love again.”

food experience - bites into jerk chicken and makes dramatic faces. licks sauce off your fingers. grins.

“ we need this spice in our everyday life. and i don’t just mean the food.”

cultural experience - learns local dances just to impress you. carries heavy boxes for vendors with zero hesitation.

“ they said i had good rhythm, but i only kept up cause you were watching.”

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DENKI KAMINARI - the type to get sunburned but still smile. he wears beads in his hair by day two, flirts like the ocean’s cheering him on.

beach reaction - bellyflops. hard. laughs harder. tries to teach you how to surf. ends up needing rescue.

“ i sucked. but you looked hot laughing at me.”

food experience - yells “delicious!” after every bite. accidentally bites a scotch bonnet. tears up, then winks at you.

“ see? i’m cryin’ ‘cause you’re so cute.”

cultural experience - tries to rap over steel drums. locals hype him up. gets a local slang phrase wrong and you both crack up.

“ if i mess up again, at least i got you next to me.”

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SERO HANTA - built for beach life. lean, grinning, sun-drunk energy. he tapes a hammock between two trees and lounges like he’s been there forever.

beach reaction - flips into the ocean like a showoff. drags you along for shell-hunting and sea-glass.

“ i’m not leaving until you kiss me under that palm tree.”

food experience - dips bread into every sauce, offers you first taste. makes moaning sounds after good bites just to tease.

“ babe, why does everything here taste better? especially your lips.”

cultural experience - gets kids to make a mural with tape art. helps paint your name into it.

“ see? now you’re a part of this place. forever.”

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TENYA IIDA - in full respectful mode, his hands clasped, posture perfect. he bows to elders, thanks every vendor, and checks on you every few minutes.

beach reaction - wears a rashguard. ends up soaked anyway. builds a precise sand sculpture of a turtle.

“ this is quite relaxing… perhaps even romantic.”

food experience - insists you stay hydrated. cuts your food neatly. praises each cook with textbook manners.

“ culinary excellence! and shared with excellent company.”

cultural experience - volunteers to help clean the beach. listens to every story told with undivided attention.

“ you’ve opened my world.” he says to you under the stars.

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HITOSHI SHINSO - wears sunglasses and stays in the shade, quiet, catlike. but he watches you like you’re the only part of the world worth paying attention to.

beach reaction - he sits under a palm tree reading. lets you pull him into the surf, and smirks the whole time.

“ not bad. i might even… enjoy this. you make it bearable.”

food experience - he eats slow, savoring. lets you steal his fries. leans in close. “ you’ve got sauce on your lip. i’ll get it.”

cultural experience - listens to music with eyes closed. teaches a kid how to do a handstand.

“ they said i looked chill. i think… they meant i looked happy.”

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NEITO MONOMA - announces his arrival like royalty, loud, dramatic, charming. but he softens when the sun hits your face just right.

beach reaction - poses dramatically in front of the waves. accidentally swallows seawater. pretends it didn’t happen.

“ it’s fine. i looked amazing doing it.”

food experience - a reviews every dish like a food critic. shares bites with you while holding your hand.

“ this meal is a ten, but your smile? twenty.”

cultural experience - learns a traditional song and sings it for you under moonlight. flirts outrageously with locals and makes them laugh.

“ i shine brighter near you. must be the sea air… or love.”

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KEIGO ‘HAWKS’ TAKAMI - blends in like he belongs, shades on, shirt open, barefoot. he’s got wings folded and an easy grin just for you.

beach reaction - he glides low over the water just to show off. lets you climb onto his back mid-flight.

“ you’re the only view worth flying for.”

food experience - steals bites off your plate. buys you seconds. calls the flavors “fire,” flirts in between bites.

“ this place is paradise. but babe, you’re the whole island to me.”

cultural experience - flirts with elders, helps them hang decorations. sings off-key during a beach bonfire.

“ i’ve seen the world from above. this moment’s still my favorite.”

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TOUYA ‘DABI’ TODOROKI - moves like the heat doesn’t touch him. he leans against palm trees, watching waves roll in, quiet and unreadable, until you smile at him.

beach reaction - walks the shoreline barefoot, pants rolled up. he watches you splash around, cigarette forgotten.

“ you look too happy. it’s contagious. quit it.”

food experience - he literally tries everything like he’s bored, but finishes his plate. steals your drink just to tease. “ tastes better when it’s yours. you should know that by now.”

cultural experience - helps fix a fishing net without speaking. lets kids paint his scars. doesn’t flinch.

“ don’t get used to me smiling. just… maybe tonight.”

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA - isn’t used to warmth, in any form. but he lets you guide him, sand between his toes, hands in his pockets like he’s hiding a secret.

beach reaction - squints at the sun like it offended him. ends up napping beside you in the shade, breathing even.

“ this is weird. soft. …but i don’t hate it.”

food experience - stares at the plate like it might explode. tastes it, blinks, eats more.

“ okay. okay. that’s actually good. don’t look so smug.”

cultural experience - watches a traditional fire dance with crossed arms. lets you lean on him during it.

“ never thought i’d be here. never thought… i’d want to be.”

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AIZAWA SHOUTA - moves like he’s been here before. like peace is something he knows how to find, quietly. he spends most of the day in a hammock, fingers tangled with yours.

beach reaction - naps in the sun with a hat over his face. joins you in the water at golden hour. silent, content.

“ you make everything feel worth staying awake for.”

food experience - eats with quiet appreciation. pushes extra bites onto your plate.

“ you like this one, don’t you?” he asks softly. lets you feed him with a small smirk.

cultural experience - helps hang lanterns, no questions asked. he listens to island stories with his head on your shoulder.

“ this… is good. you… are good for me.”

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TOSHINORI ‘ALL MIGHT’ YAGI - laughs with his whole chest, smiles like the breeze. he’s all open-hearted joy, eyes crinkling every time he looks at you.

beach reaction - he carries you into the waves like a scene from a movie. spins you in the surf until you’re both breathless.

“ i haven’t felt this alive in years!”

food experience - praises every chef like they’re royalty. dabs your mouth gently.

“ you’re glowing, sunshine. must be the salt and love.”

cultural experience - learns local dances, awkward but earnest. sings along, even off-key.

“ thank you for bringing me somewhere so full of life. like you.”

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ENJI ‘ENDEAVOR’ TODOROKI - stands like a statue in the sun, arms crossed, silent. but you see the way his eyes track you. always.

beach reaction - doesn’t swim. guards your stuff. watches you play with soft heat in his gaze.

“ don’t stay out too long,” he mutters, handing you sunscreen.

food experience - eats with slow, thoughtful bites. places a mango slice on your plate without comment.

“ you need fuel. and… i like seeing you full.”

cultural experience - donates to rebuild a dock quietly, with no credit. lets children paint on his shirt.

“ i’m not good at this.” he murmurs. “ but i’m trying. for you.”

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Coming Undone (In the Backseat of Your Car)

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This wasn’t your first night working alongside the underground hero, Eraserhead. You were used to his cool exterior and immaculate attention to detail. In comparison, you couldn’t help but feel like you were lacking beside him. 

If anything happened, it should have happened to you. 

You were fortunate enough to only be hunting one villain. Then again, a solo villain oftentimes means they were strong enough to not need backup. From what you gathered in your mission debriefing, this villain in particular should be easy to collect. That is, as long as you aren’t met with their quirk.

The name alone sends chills through your body; Eros-Eros. They’re the masked, winged villain who has been attacking innocent civilians with their mysterious love arrows. Authorities quickly learned these “love” arrows were anything but, and an increase in sexual violence rose across the district. 

“(Y/N), look out!” 

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Eraserhead’s deep, stern voice. Before you can react, the hero dives in front of you, shielding you from an oncoming attack. By the wincing on his face, you decipher it was painful.

Eros-Eros leaves a trail of hearts behind them as they flee towards the neighboring rooftops. You watch as the path of reds and pinks disintegrate across the sky.

Immediately, you rush to your teammate’s side. You’re unsure whether you should check on him first, or apologize for letting the villain escape. Your words don’t seem to reach him, however; instead of lecturing your inaction, he calmly says,

“I need to tell you something, for the sake of our mission.”

“What is it?” you ask, panic rising in your chest.

“I’m very, very horny.”

Your eyes naturally trail your partner’s body. Before you can reach his legs, he’s already shifted his stance.

“No, don’t look.” He turns his face away from you. “It’s…their quirk. They got my back with an arrow.”

The man turns his body around. On his costume, you see the faint glimmer of pink and red dust before it disappears completely.

“I need to get rid of this now,” Shouta says to no one in particular. In the dim light, you see his knuckles turn white as they grip the rooftop railing. He thrusts forward a few times, and your heart races. You know what, ‘this’ is. The thought of his hard cock turns you on.

“Isn’t it normal for men to get hard throughout the day?”

“This isn’t normal, (y/n). It feels like I had a shady gas station arousal pill.”

“Speaking from experience?” You tease. 

“Shut up.” His growl sends a jolt down your spine. He runs a hand through his hair, then pulls his phone from his pocket. Fingers fly over the screen before he glues it to his ear.

“Hey. How long does that villain’s quirk last? That’s not needed, just get me the info. Mind your damn business and be professional.” 

You’re unable to decipher what’s being said on the other end. Judging from the way Shouta’s face contorts this way and that, you assume it isn’t good. 

He shoves his phone away and returns to gripping the railing. “The detective down there is a real ass.”

“What’s the verdict?” Your voice is weary and uneven.

“The quirk wears off once I…finish. It’s essentially a powerful aphrodisiac. I’m trying not to be creepy; it’s just the—“ he winces, “—reality of hero work. You need to know this.”

“Oh.” You cover your mouth in a feeble attempt to hide your blushing cheeks. You can imagine the pain he must feel from how intense his arousal is. There have definitely been days where you didn’t think you could survive without being fucked.

And he looks so desperate. Seeing him fall apart and aching for release does something to you. Is it from seeing such a strong, stoic man succumb to a natural human sensation? Or, is it you noticing the look growing in his eyes—his round pupils turning feral, hungry as they glance at you?

“We need to find somewhere for me to…deactivate this quirk.”

“Where? It’s one in the morning. Anywhere with a bathroom is closed.” You gesture around you and to the dark street below. “You’re not opposed to just doing it here, are you?”

“I’m not jerking off in public where a villain could see,”Shouta growls. Your back straightens, and the heat in your core grows.

It’s crude, but arouses something in you. Sure, you had fantasies—some of which may have included your work partner—but actually hearing the man openly discuss masturbating lit a fire between your legs. 

“How about my car?” You motion towards a tall building a few blocks away. “I parked in that garage. It’s the middle of the week, so it should be clear.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Fuck.” He cracks his hips towards the empty air. A sigh escapes his damp, moonlit lips. It takes immense strength to not stare as you realize you’ve never noticed his the petiteness of his mouth.

The walk back to your car is awkward, to say the least. In the ten minutes it takes to get to the garage, your partner has developed a pattern of jolting and slowing his steps. His pants weren’t tight—you had tried and failed to decipher the thickness of his ass a number of times—but you were certain the material had to be rubbing against him.

“There’s tissues in the glove compartment,” you tell him. He bows, and you’re grateful for it. This way, you don’t have to make eye contact.

“I’m deeply sorry about the inconvenience.”

“You’re okay, Eraser. Just don’t get cum on my seats.”

You see his hesitation, staring at the open back door. He sighs, climbs in, and shuts the door behind him, his large body taking up the middle seat. In the moonlight, you see him tug at his pants and pull out his phone. You know the garage is empty, but you still take a look around before opening the door and climbing inside. 

“Hey—!”

“Shh.” Your finger kisses his lips. He’s trying his best to cover his erection with both hands; to your delight, the task is difficult. “I’m going to help you.”

You position two of his fingers under the waistband of your hero costume. His breath hitches as they brush over your pubic hair, then directly into the hot wetness. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “Were you hit with the quirk too?” 

“No,” you purr. You gasp when his fingers push into you without your assistance. He smirks. Shouta’s other hand reaches for his cock, but you’re faster; his limb is arrested in the air, with your fingers around it. 

“I need to cum so bad,” he whines. It’s admittedly odd hearing Shouta express discomfort. Then again, you have to remind yourself that the entire night isn’t one long, wet dream. 

His eyes are frantic. “Let me touch it,” he whispers.

“No.” Your tone is stern. He rolls his eyes and looks to the side, disgusted. His phone screen is still bright in the seat beside him.

Your lips pucker and blow air on his forehead, forcing his attention back to you. “What were you going to look up?”

“Not your business.” In the moonlight, his cheeks glow pink.

You grind your hips against him, his fingers hitting your insides and sending jolts down your spine. A breezy moan escapes you like a sigh of relief.

“I thought you wanted to cum,” you groan.

“Of course I fucking do.”

Fabric rustles as he removes his hand from your core. Before he can move it to his cock, you grab it; now, both hands are out of commission, and above his head.

“I’ve seen you fight villains,” you say. “Your reflexes are crazy fast. You can even catch a coffee cup as it falls.”

“What about it?” His eyes don’t blink as he stares at you, his lips a thin line. 

“Why are you letting me restrain you?” 

Shouta’s lip twitches. It’s the first crack in his stoic exterior. 

“If I tell you, can we get to fucking?”

You smile as an affirmative. He clears his throat. 

“I…like being treated like this,” he mutters sheepishly. Returning to his cool demeanor, he adds, “I’m only telling you—”

“Because of the quirk, I got it.”

Fuck. You thought your teasing was merely playful. How were you to know it turns him on? Maybe it was true, that people who present themselves one way are secretly the opposite in private. The phone at your knees enters your mind, but you can’t be bothered to scroll through his porn searches.

No; you’re going to become his porn searches.

“You can’t tell anyone. This is strictly work related and confidential.” Shouta isn’t pleading, but you know how desperate he is at the moment; desperate to cum, and desperate to be relieved of this nightmarish quirk effect.

You adjust your legs so your knees elevate you slightly. Perhaps it’s his vulnerability, or your own sexual frustration, but the decision to indulge him is affirmative. You give him a warning glance as you remove one of your hands from his wrists. When you know you can trust them to stay arrested, you unwrap your other hand. It’s awkward, but you manage to remove your pesky bottoms to reveal your wet, ready pussy.

The only warning you give is a lip bite before you utilize your hand again to plunge yourself onto his cock. You both sigh upon impact, with Shouta’s head leaning back in a well-deserved defeat. The sight alone is enough for you to want to tease him that much more. If anything, the longer you ride him, the later your eventual punishment will be for making your partner reveal his fantasies to a subordinate.

“I’m gonna pull out—“ Shouta warns. The words come so quickly you think you imagined them. He squirms underneath you, and you realize he isn’t bluffing. 

“No!” You tighten your grip on him. “Fill me.”

His eyes roll back; his bottom lip quivers. “I’m sorry,” he groans. 

The words spill out from him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—!”

You know your waist will be left bruised by how tightly he’s digging into you. He sighs deeply, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Your bouncing slows until you gradually stop. Despite him still being inside you, his cum has started leaking out.

Slowly, you lift off of him with a wet sound. You position your legs so your feet are under your body, to decrease any fluid from ending up in your backseat. You’re not surprised to see that he’s already stuffing himself back into his pants, but you are just a little disappointed as you watch him push the car door open and step outside. 

“Lay down,” he orders. His voice is low, and his growl reignites your pussy.

You do as he commands. Your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your cunt puffy and begging to be played with again. It’s as if Shouta can hear it. The unmistakable sensation of a tongue on your clit makes you arch your back. You raise your head slightly and make eye contact with the man, whose tongue dances along your clit. Other than occasionally nipping at your inner thighs, he keeps his mouth on your engorged nerve until you unravel on his face. It might be your imagination, but you hear what sounds like a moan escape his mouth.

Shouta finally speaks once he’s standing again. He leans against the open car door, his face pink in the moonlight. You’re still catching your breath as you sit up, dangling your closed legs in his widened stance.

“Take that as a thank you,” he says, his voice sultry from his post-orgasm high. A mixture of both your fluids shines on his lower lip. The outline of his lessening erection is inches from your face; you want it in your mouth.

“Do you want to do that again sometime?” You ask, clearing your throat. “Without the quirk, I mean.”

“I’ll think about it.” His eyes narrow; Shouta was himself once more. “Clean yourself up, and let’s get back to work. We don’t need anyone asking where we are.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Class 1A x Mitsuri Reader please

She’s actually Quirkless and has no doubt been picked on, however she was recommended by All Might because of her skills

So when a bunch of demons attack the school she’s the first one in combat and making everything look easy with her flexibility and unique sword

-When news got out that there was a new student joining the hero program, that was shocking enough, but when everyone found out that they were recommended by All Might himself and that you didn’t have a quirk- there were almost several riots throughout the school, finding it disrespectful that someone quirkless was in the hero program.

-When you walked in, the anger was quick to dissipate, with most people, as you looked so bright and cheerful, holding a wrapped sword across your back. You were so alluring and sexy!

-Many, in other classes, were quick to try to spread rumors that you used that body of yours to seduce All Might into getting you the recommendation, but All Might himself was quick to squash that rumor, furious that the students would even think that!!

-Your class was quick to accept you, except Bakugo, who thought you were a joke, seeing how bright and cheerful you looked- seeing you as an annoyance more than anything.

-You were always willing to help others, and you made friends quickly as well as crushes, as you seemed to always be making eyes at anyone who was good looking in your eyes, making many believe you were boy-crazy.

-Others, in other classes didn’t hesitate to bully you for anything they could- your unusual colored hair, your massive appetite, or your dense nature with your sexy body- calling you a bimbo- but the one thing many were relentless on was that you were quirkless.

-You did you best in not letting their words get you down, as it was nothing new, as you knew that you were an oddball, while your friends did their best to comfort you- seeing you just taking their cruel words was almost heartbreaking.

-Everyone’s opinions were very quick to change however, when demons attacked the school- there were special heroes, ones that were able to kill the demons, but most of them were not in the area when the school was attacked.

-You stunned all by going to a window and punching it, easily breaking it, much to the shock of everyone around you as you were quick to unwrap your sword and step up onto the windowsill.

-While Aizawa went to grab you back down, not wanting you to put yourself at risk, All Might stopped him, “Show us what you’re capable of young Y/N!” you turned with a smile, “Yes!”

-Jaws were dropped open all over the school, who were watching from the window as you leapt and charged in, your sword looking more like a ribbon you were dancing with, easily taking on the demons.

-When one tried to punch you, everyone was stunned when you caught the blow with one hand, a crater appearing below you from the force before you returned it, slapping him hard across the face, splattering him into oblivion with your unnatural strength.

-Your strength was natural, due to your extremely dense muscles, but it wasn’t a quirk, as you finished handling business as the Demon Slayers arrived, seeing that you, a student and trainee Slayer, had handled the attack.

-You were shy with the Slayer’s praise, who were impressed with your work, as it was your dream to join their ranks one day.

-Your classmates and the other students were also impressed, your friends rushing to you, making sure that you were okay, while others were feeling guilty by the way they were treating you- just because you didn’t have a quirk didn’t mean that you weren’t strong- but they had been quick to judge you.

-Over the next few days, many of your tormentors had approached, sincerely apologizing to you for the way they treated you- they weren’t acting like the heroes they wanted to be. They were surprised that you were so quick to forgive them, showing your kind nature, which won many of them over, realizing what a nice person you were.

-Bakugo even apologized to you, much to the shock of your other classmates, but you were all smiles, leaping into his arms to hug him as you were elated, “I’m so happy!!” while Bakugo was yelling at you, embarrassed about being hugged, “Let me go you dumb bimbo!!”

-Some things were probably never going to change. But you weren’t bothered as you smiled warmly, happy to be with your friends.

[iwashie]

MELTING MAGNETS

!! mdni, f!reader(25+), age gap(10/15 years), male characters 35+ !!

Older man who worked hard to have the life he has and couldn’t get a love, keep a love or find someone his age willing to share and build with him and now he’s given up on it, living life as it comes, without much expectation. Older man tired of everything.

Older man tired of everything, believing that he was going to die alone, until he exchanged glances at you and his heart pounded again, his body reacted as if it was being turned on after a long time of no use.

“I’m old enough to be your parent.” "You’re nothing mine, but you can be."

Older man who, every time he convinced himself that he couldn’t do that, found himself closer to you, getting closer little by little, opening up as if you were the key to everything he kept.

Older man who felt bad for letting you into his life, getting real laughs and smiles out of him, arousing an interest in being protective, an interest in wanting to know more about you, of always being close to you, listening to your voice, smelling and touching you.

Older man who could easily lose control when around you, letting you shape him as you pleased, showing what it was like to fall in love all over again.

Older man who knew it was dangerous to get involved with younger women.

However, your touch seemed to catch him on fire, warming every bone in his body and melting away all the protection he’d created. Your kiss made him want more, made him hungry, wishing he had everything you were offering to him. You together, touching, kissing, loving, whispering truths in the urgency, wanting more from each other, burned violently.

You awakened what had long died in him. You burned in him the will to accomplish what he once gave up.

You two played this game of desire and secrecy, playing the dangerous, dancing past the point of return, far from what he swore was right for both of you.

“I just want you. Tell me what you want.”

Older man who felt guilty and walked away, tried once again with people his age, but to no avail. He kept thinking about what the two of you would be like, how things were with you. Older man who found himself trapped in something he couldn’t undo.

“Never really felt bad about it. Let go, we can free ourselves of all we’ve learned.”

Older man who couldn’t stay away from you, always bumping when you two were in the same place, attracting each other like magnets. Older man who couldn’t help but desire you and not end up in a secluded corner where that fire melted you both and ended up molding yourselves in each other’s hands.

It’s inevitable for you two.

Older man who couldn’t stand the lonely life anymore and after he discovered you, he couldn’t go back to the old, he didn’t want to go back to the past. He felt alive after a long time; He wanted to feel the things you awakened in him, embrace that secret language of yours and not go back.

Older man who embraced the point of no return, allowed himself again, learning what it was like to be alive, not regretting being with you, choosing you over what he thought was right, not caring what others said or judged.

Older man who was happy and ready to make his dreams come true with a younger person willing to share and build things that others didn’t want. Older man who was on fire like he used to be, wishing he had you forever.

noel noa, marc snuffy, aizawa, nanami, shiu, kunikida, hirotsu, keishin ukai, ur fav !!

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[bloody-bee-tea]

Summer of Doom 2025 Day 8 - How many fingers am I holding up?

The additional prompt for this was 'concussion'.

Hitoshi sees the hit coming and Aizawa has trained him long enough that he would have managed to evade Bakugo's hand but then he fires off his quirk, gives his punch that much more speed and Hitoshi has just enough time to think 'Fuck' before he's being backhanded so hard he literally sees stars.

There's a ringing in his ears but Hitoshi still hears someone yell and then he hits the ground, hard.

"Fuck," Bakugo hisses out and before Hitoshi can even get his bearings somewhat back, Bakugo is already by his side. "Fuck, don't move, you could have injured your neck."

"You mean you could have," Hitoshi groans out because this is hardly his fault and when he finally manages to blink his eyes back into focus, Bakugo is giving him the most unimpressed stare of all times.

"He's good, sensei, there's nothing wrong with troll doll," he then calls out, completely deadpan, even as he helps Hitoshi to sit up when he struggles to do so.

"Shinsou," Aizawa says, suddenly by his side as well and wow, okay, Hitoshi is not a fan of how much turning his head hurts.

"I'm good," Hitoshi says because he doesn't want to hold up training or make Aizawa cancel anything when half the class didn't even have a chance to go at it yet.

"I will be the judge of that, I don't trust your word. You probably have a concussion," Aizawa gruffly gives back and holds up some fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hitoshi sees four but he's reasonably sure that it's only two and he has enough experiences with concussions to know that his vision will be fucked for a little while.

"Two," he says with more confidence than he actually feels and pushes Aizawa's hand down, subtly checking if he guessed right.

He doesn't smile when he feels the two fingers Aizawa held up.

"I have experience with concussions, it's not a big deal," he then dismissively says and looks back at Bakugo, holding out his hand and fully expecting Bakugo to get him off the ground, seeing as he was the one who put him there in the first place.

"What the fuck, eyebags?" Bakugo breathes out and very much does not assist in getting Hitoshi off the ground. "You're not vigilante-ing it up at night, are you? Where the fuck are you getting concussions from?"

"Oh, you know," Hitoshi attempts with a small smile, because yep, he fucked up there. Really shouldn't have said that. "Here and there. You know how it is."

Bakugo doesn't, as his expression very eloquently lets Hitoshi know and Hitoshi really needs to move past this topic right the fuck now.

"A little help here?" he asks and wiggles his fingers, very decidedly not looking at Aizawa, because he must be mad, right?

He has been training Hitoshi all this time and for him to get caught off guard so completely and so thoroughly must truly rankle him. Especially with Hitoshi admitting that this is not the first concussion he's ever had. Maybe it's a good thing Hitoshi can't see very well right now because he doesn't actually want to know what face Aizawa is making.

"Bakugo?" he impatiently asks when nothing happens and that, finally gets things moving again.

Not where Hitoshi would want things to move but apparently no one is asking him anymore.

"Sensei, his eyes are unfocused," Bakugo says and immediately Hitoshi tries really hard to focus, even though the pain that causes threatens to make him sick.

A concussion has never really felt that bad before and Hitoshi supposes that's fair. Usually he only gets fucked up by his foster father; today he got smacked around by the most promising hero student in years, so it's no wonder he packs a way harder punch.

Still, Hitoshi can't say that he likes it.

"Shinsou, eyes on me," Aizawa snaps out and Hitoshi is so used to that tone of voice that he automatically obeys. He struggles to hone in on Aizawa's face and when he feels something trickle down his nose, he guesses that's not a good sign. "You're bleeding," Aizawa predictably says in that moment and Hitoshi is quick to wipe the blood away.

"It's not a big deal," Hitoshi says again, because it's not. "I've had worse."

That makes an eery silence ring out on the training ground and for the first time Hitoshi realises that his classmates are standing all around them and have been talking to each other.

But now they are suddenly not, and the absence of their chatter is jarring.

"I'll bring him to Recovery Girl," Bakugo offers and finally leans down to help Hitoshi up, though he doesn't just take his hand and haul him up, he crouches all the way down and gets his hands under Hitoshi's arms.

It's a good thing, too, Hitoshi reluctantly admits to himself, because when Bakugo gets them up, everything tilts and Hitoshi stumbles around for a few moments, trying to find his footing.

"Bakugo—" Aizawa starts but Bakugo cuts him off.

"I'll take care of him."

Hitoshi wonders if he'll ever have balls as big as Bakugo's and the thought makes him giggle.

"I'll let her know you're coming, this seems bad," Aizawa says and reaches up to carefully brush his fingertips over the side of Hitoshi's face.

It's only now that he realises that everything there is numb and pulsating and feeling Aizawa's fingers there is strange in a way Hitoshi doesn't like so he jerks back, which makes the headache worse, which makes the tilting worse, which makes him sway on his feet much harder than before.

Hitoshi fears he's absolutely fucked.

"Can you move your jaw without pain?" Aizawa asks and Hitoshi just barely stops himself from snorting out a laugh, because he thinks his head wouldn't appreciate it.

"I don't actually feel any pain there, so I'd say yes."

Aizawa and Bakugo share a look that holds a lot more urgency now and then they both nod with more urgency.

"Recovery Girl."

"Recovery Girl."

They say it at the same time, in the same tone and Hitoshi thinks this is hilarious but he also knows that he can't laugh cause the pain might just kill him.

"Come on, troll doll," Bakugo mutters as he shoves his smaller frame under Hitoshi's arm and props him up that way.

It's a good thing, too, because when Bakugo starts moving them across the training ground Hitoshi feels motion sick and he doubts that he'd be able to keep himself upright without Bakugo's help.

"Thanks," Hitoshi says and he's mildly alarmed to find that his voice is coming out slurred.

"For what? Hitting you so hard I could have snapped your neck?" Bakugo grumbles out and Hitoshi shakes his head and then immediately regrets his every life choice.

"For helping me get there."

"There? Fuck, do you even remember where we're going?"

Hitoshi opens his mouth because he knows there's a nurse they are supposed to see when they are hurt, but he cannot remember her name right now and so he decides to keep silent.

Bakugo clearly notices what's going on, though, because he looks over at Hitoshi and his gaze is worried in a way Hitoshi isn't quite used to.

"I'm not weak," is what Hitoshi manages in face of that look and that seems to catch Bakugo off guard.

"No one said you are, zombieface. You're in the hero course on recommendation from Aizawa himself. Of course you're not weak."

"Then stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're pitying me."

"Fuck, I'm not pitying you."

Hitoshi wants to say more to that but a wave of nausea hits him and he thinks keeping his mouth closed increases the chances of keeping his lunch inside and not hurling it all over Bakugo's gym uniform.

Bakugo only gives him a small reprieve though, because when they enter the school he starts talking again.

"This might not be my place to say—" he starts with and it's already unusual enough that Hitoshi struggles to give him his full attention "—but can you fucking stop giving sensei a fucking heart attack? One of these days he's going to cry with all the shit you're just casually dropping on him and none of us want to see that. Fuck, he looked fucking crestfallen just now and I don't actually want to see that look on his face ever again. Least you could do is accept his fucking help."

Hitoshi takes a moment to process his words and then he very eloquently says "Huh?"

"Come on, you must have noticed. That guy basically wants to swaddle you up and spirit you away to protect you from the world. Why won't you let him? There are worse parental figures out there," Bakugo mutters and Hitoshi wishes he could see right because he thinks there's a blush on Bakugo's face.

"Why would I need protecting? You just said I'm not weak."

"You're not. You're just—fuck, what do I know.” Bakugo takes a deep breath. “All I know is that you just said that this is not your first concussion and with all the other shit you've been oh so casually dropping about your foster family, it's not hard to get the picture. And Aizawa is hardly stupid. 'course he knows your family's hot shit but you won't let him do anything about it and I think you might be killing the guy a little bit."

"Why would he care about what I say about my family?"

"Are you goddamn fucking stupid? You're his fucking favourite, of course he cares."

"Well, being someone's favourite is never good," Hitoshi mutters, because he's already his foster father's favourite punching bag and he doesn't think he could survive being someone else's favourite as well.

"Shinsou," Bakugo says and brings them to a stop so he can properly glare at Hitoshi. "You are Aizawa's favourite and that's the best thing that can ever happen to you. Fuck, that guy almost died for us all on our second day and he barely even knew us then. He cut off his own leg to keep us all safe, for fuck's sake, and he would do so much worse for you. He looks at you as if you're his kid and you keep breaking his fucking heart when you won't acknowledge that."

"He doesn't," Hitoshi lamely says because he can't focus enough to disprove every point Bakugo just made and Bakugo looks at him as if he's stupid.

"He does," Bakugo says and then gets them moving again. "He fucking does, Shinsou, believe me."

"It's strange when you say my name," Hitoshi mumbles, because this is easier to focus on than the shit Bakugo just said and Bakugo must know what he's doing because he makes a displeased noise.

"Yeah, well, get your fucking head out of your ass and maybe I'll give you a nickname again."

Hitoshi wants to argue some more, he thinks, but they arrive at the nurse's office—Recovery Girl, that's her name!—and so the conversation between them dies.

"And what do we have here?" Recovery Girl asks as she points towards a bed. "Is this the bad concussion I've heard about?"

"You've heard about me?" Hitoshi asks and Bakugo snorts.

"Overprotective asshole," he grumbles under his breath and Hitoshi is confused who he could mean when Recovery Girl nods.

"Aizawa called me like three times, detailing your condition. He is very concerned."

It sounds—wrong, to hear her say that, especially after everything Bakugo just said but now that he's laying down, Hitoshi doesn't actually want to speak anymore.

All he wants to do is sleep.

"Alright, deary, let's kiss you all better," Recovery Girl says as she hobbles towards him, her lips already puckering up and Hitoshi has just enough time to think that he will take Bakugo's advice to heart should Aizawa be here when he wakes up before everything goes dark.

And when he wakes back up, well-rested and pain-free, Aizawa is camped out next to his bed, looking as if he hasn't slept in days, papers spread all around him and his vicious red grading pen clutched in his hand.

Hitoshi takes a moment to regard him as he tries to parse through his somewhat fuzzy memories of what happened but Bakugo's words are loud and clear in his mind.

"I'm your favourite," Hitoshi says to make it known that he's awake and Aizawa's head flies up.

"Yes," he easily agrees and then leans forward. "How are you feeling? Any lingering pain?"

"What do you take me for?" Recovery Girl calls out from somewhere and Aizawa huffs out an amused breath.

"Bakugo says I keep giving you heart attacks with what I'm saying about my family."

"Problem children, always meddling, the lot of them," Aizawa sighs out as he drags a hand over his face. "But he's not wrong. You do."

"And you want to swaddle me up and spirit me away to protect me from the world."

It's easier to say when he just repeats Bakugo's exact words, and Hitoshi thinks it can be forgiven if it makes him talk about this for once.

Aizawa cringes for a moment before he visibly shrugs it off and then nods.

"Well, I'd like to adopt you and take you out of your family and give you a better home, but sure, that works, too."

"You—want to."

"Yes."

"But I'm not letting you."

"You're not. I've been trying to get you to open up to me for months now, Shinsou. I know you trust me but clearly you don't trust me enough to help you and I don't understand why."

"It's just—no one wanted to before."

"Okay, then let me make this clear. I want to help you. I want to file a report with CPS. I want to file for custody for you. I want to get your current family punished. I want to take you home and have Hizashi feed you and put you on the couch with our cats and give you a home where getting a concussion is not something that's the norm."

It sounds too good to be true, in all honesty, but Hitoshi has known Aizawa for a while now and he doesn't say things he doesn't mean, so if he says all of this, then it must be true.

If he says all of this then this must be what he wants.

And maybe it can be something Hitoshi is also allowed to want.

"You cannot lie to me about this," Hitoshi says, damn well knowing that while Aizawa might be a fan of 'logical ruses' he would never do that to him.

"I'm not. I mean it. Hizashi and I have had your room prepared for weeks now. We're waiting on you, kid."

"Bakugo said you look at me as if I'm your kid," Hitoshi mutters because he simply can't keep his mouth shut.

"I guess I do. I mean I do want to officially adopt you, so it would be accurate to say that."

Aizawa steadily keeps his gaze as if he has all the time in the world and for all that Hitoshi just slept for who knows how long, he's tired. Tired of being hurt and being afraid and living in a home where no one wants him.

Tired enough to nod.

"Please," he gets out and he doesn't know why he's shaking all of a sudden, why his eyes are burning like that, but Aizawa is there, he's right there, because he pulls him into his arms and lets Hitoshi sob.

"Okay. I'll get it done," Aizawa promises him and just like that, Hitoshi's life is forever changed.

And this is the best development he could have ever hoped for.

[dee-writes-anime]

**suicide topics!! skip if you’re uncomfy!**

helloo!! i love your work and wanted to request something 😅 I was wondering if you could do a dadzawa fic but reader is his student, not his daughter. basically she tells him about her past attempts and suicidal tendencies. she’s done her best recovering but needed to get it off her chest one day.

Rooftop Admissions

FEATURING Shouta Aizawa x Reader (PLATONIC)

SUMMARY it’s on a rooftop in the middle of the night that you finally break and Aizawa is there to guide you through it.

CONTENT WARNINGS mentions of past suicide attempts, suicidal ideation, recovery, vending machine coffee, please please read at your own discretion YOUR MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS

AUTHORS NOTE I hope I did your ask justice anon and I hope you are doing well yourself. If any of you ever need someone to talk to, please please don't silence yourself. I love each and every one of you, take care of yourselves and never forget that you are enough.

The rooftop was quiet.

Not peaceful, not exactly—it was the kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder. Wind scraped against the railing, and the hum of the city below filled the spaces you couldn’t.

You weren’t supposed to be up here. Not this late. Not alone.

But that hadn’t stopped you before.

You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, cheek resting on your arms. Your breath fogged faintly in the cool night air. You hadn’t even noticed the door open.

Not until you heard the familiar drag of boots across the rooftop.

You tensed instinctively, already preparing your excuse—until you heard his voice.

“You always pick the worst places to sulk.”

Aizawa’s tone wasn’t scolding, just matter-of-fact. He didn’t wait for a response. Just walked over and, without asking, lowered himself to sit beside you, cross-legged and tired like he always was. He smelled faintly like coffee and cold air and that weird wool soap he used on his capture weapon.

“I’m not sulking,” you muttered, keeping your head down.

“Brooding, then,” he said. “My mistake.”

You didn’t answer. Just stared at the ground, at your shoes, at the space between them.

He waited.

That was the thing about Aizawa. He didn’t push. He didn’t pry. He didn’t talk to fill the silence like most people did. He just waited—for you to speak, or not. And somehow, that made it harder not to.

“I’m not in trouble, right?” you asked finally, your voice thin.

“No.”

“…Then why’d you follow me?”

He shrugged. “You looked like you needed someone.”

You blinked hard. Your throat stung for a reason you didn’t want to name. You’d come up here to be alone, but now that he was here—now that it was him—the weight in your chest didn’t feel so unbearable.

There was another long pause. You could’ve left it there. Could’ve let the quiet wrap around you again.

But something in you cracked open.

“I tried to kill myself.”

The words came out like a breath you’d been holding for too long. Flat. Quiet. Unshakably true.

Aizawa didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. He just let the silence hold it for a second, like he was honoring it, not judging it.

“When?” he asked gently.

“Before UA. Before any of this. It was… bad for a while. I didn’t see the point in anything. I didn’t think I had a future, so what was the use in trying to reach one?”

You finally looked at him.

He wasn’t staring at you with pity. Just calm, steady attention—listening the way he always did in class, but deeper. Like this mattered more.

“I got help. I got better, for the most part. I’ve been okay for a while now,” you added, quick, needing him to know. “I’m not in danger. I just—I needed to say it. Out loud. For once.”

“I’m glad you did.”

You nodded, throat tight. “I don’t want you to think I’m… weak.”

“I don’t.”

He didn’t even hesitate.

“You think I haven’t seen strength in people who struggle?” he added. “You showed up every day this week with a half-healed shoulder and still trained like hell. You protect your classmates when you think no one’s watching. That’s not weakness.”

You swallowed.

“I hated myself,” you whispered. “For a long time. Even now, some days… it’s hard not to slip back into that mindset. Like I’m just waiting for the next thing to go wrong. And I’m so tired, Aizawa-sensei. I’m so tired of pretending like I never felt that way. Like it’s all behind me.”

You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves, angry at the sting.

“I’m proud of you,” he said quietly.

You looked at him.

“For getting here. For surviving that. For telling me.”

That hit harder than you expected. You turned your face away, trying to bite back the emotion crawling up your throat.

“I know you're not in crisis right now,” he continued carefully, “but I need to say this—because it’s part of my job, and because I care. I have to report when a student discloses something like this. Not to punish you. Just to make sure you're supported.”

You stiffened. The fear was immediate.

“I said I’m fine—”

“And I believe you,” he said, cutting off your panic before it could spiral. “But it’s not about doubting you. It’s about making sure you stay that way. I’ll talk to Cementoss. He’s discreet, and you already have a file from your initial UA counseling intake, so this won’t be a shock to him.”

You nodded reluctantly.

“He won’t make you sit through another drawn-out evaluation unless you want to. But he will want to check in. That’s it.”

You let out a long, slow breath. It didn’t erase the tension in your chest—but it helped. Just a little.

Aizawa leaned back on his hands, glancing up at the stars.

“You know,” he said, more to the sky than to you, “when I was a student, I hated talking. Hated the way people tried to fix things without understanding. Sometimes all I wanted was for someone to see me. Not as a problem. Just… see me.”

You looked at him again. His hair was loose around his shoulders, and for once, he looked his age. Tired. Human.

“You’re not a burden,” he said, more firmly now. “And you're not broken. I see the effort you put in every day. That counts.”

You wiped your face on your sleeve. “Thanks for not treating me like glass.”

“You’re not made of glass,” he said. “You’re steel. Just been through the fire.”

That was the closest thing to poetry you'd ever heard from him.

He stood slowly, stretching out his legs, and held out a hand to help you up. You took it.

“You wanna get some vending machine coffee?” he asked. “Tastes like regret, but it’s warm.”

You snorted softly. “Sounds like my type.”

He smiled, just faintly. “That’s concerning, but I’ll allow it.”

You followed him back inside.

Not fixed. Not healed. But held.

[yamumstorytime]

Chapter Two

~early the next morning on Tuesday~

*the teachers were all getting ready for their classes to start. Class 1A was particularly excited, chatting amongst themselves about the new staff member to arrive*

Kaminari: so do we call them a teacher or..?

Deku: no no their not a teacher per say. More like.. a helper?

Bakugo: *he scoffs rolling his eyes* just call it what it is. The newbie is just a glorified secretary without an office

*ash usual Aizawa was sleeping on the floor in his sleeping bag when his eyes slowly opened, letting the class know he woke up and was indeed listening*

Aizawa: stop judging them before they even arrive

Mineta: can we judge them AFTER they get here?

Mina: uhg stop being so negative!

*the conversation was cut short by a light knock from the door. There was a moment of silence before the new teachers assistant walked in*

Y/n: is this.. Mr Aizawa's class.?

Iida: yes indeed it is! Class 1A at your service!

Y/n: um.. where's Mr Aizawa..?

Aizawa: underneath you

*y/n jumps, looking down at the man laying limp on the ground in his sleeping bag at her feet*

Y/n: goodness I didn't see you inside of there..! Is this um... normal..?

Deku: ya, Mr Aizawa sleeps a lot

Y/n: oh.. I see

*Aizawa sits up unzipping the sleeping bag, looking almost frustrated that the students do blatantly called him out*

Aizawa: quiet problem children. This is y/n, they'll be here during the period taking care of all the office work while I teach you all

Y/n: it's nice to meet you all! I hope to get to know you all super well

Mineta: my my~... you never said this new secretary was stunning~

*Mineta leans on his desk staring shamelessly at y/n with that sleazy grin of his until hagakure slaps the back of his head with her invisible hand*

Hagakure: mineta you perv! Stop being weird!

Momo: yes.. they literally just arrived, your going to freak them out

Tsuyu: besides, their far too old for you anyways -ribbit-

*deku begins scribbling away his notes as usual*

Deku: ya, however y/n doesn't look like their any older than their 20s.. quite young to take a position at UA of any kind.. how odd

*Aizawa seems to give up trying to keep order of the class and let's them gossip on as if he and y/n aren't even there. He pulls over a chair for his new helper so they don't have to work standing up*

• ~MEANWHILE~ •

*all might looks threw his daily planner once more, sipping on his coffee. He walked leisurely threw the hall, his suits pants swish and sway on his skeletal form barely staying on if not for his belt*

*he was making his way up the school hallway towards class 1A as he did every morning these days. Since he doesn't have a homeroom he's been spending more time with the hero course students. He loved all his students equally, but it goes without saying that class 1A holds a special spot in his heart*

*he finally reached the door and stopped to listen to the students' chatter from inside*

All Might: oh yes that's right, that new assistant helper starts today. I never did run into them yet *slowly all might opens the door a crack just enough to peak in. He sees the class smiling and talking away, Aizawa with his usual sleepy expression, then-... them...*

*for a moment it seemed like the entire world went into a standstill and all oxygen left his lungs. All Might stood there frozen for a few seconds before blinking slowly. He could feel the heat rise to his cheeks and face as he stared at y/n. They were... absolutely breathtaking...*

*all might quickly shuts the door again coughing blood into his hand, trying hard to compose himself*

All Might: what's.. wrong with me.. come on toshinori get a grip on yourself.. you've seen plenty of pretty faces in your time. So why-... *his mouth couldn't even finish the sentence, but his brain knew what he ment. And neither knew the answer*

*all might took a final deep breath before gripping the handle to go inside. Thinking he finally got a handle on his emotions, but poor skinny might was about to open the door to the rest of his life*

To Be Continued~

[scribblewrites]

Just be with me

Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader hurt/comfort

this is my first time writing so don’t expect much

this is very much just me projecting lol. Reader feels like crap, Bakugou comforts them. He might be a bit ooc

TW: mentions of SH, Reader has anxiety/breakdown and is overall feeling bad

take care of yourselves! ♥

— Bakugou sat in the common area as the smell of the class's dinner (now slightly burnt thanks to Kaminari setting the oven wrong) filled the air. He disinterestedly scrolled his phone, occasionally listening to the extras complaining about how hard Aizawa sensei had pushed them in training. A scoff was thrown in here and there from Bakugou’s place on the couch.

Motioning to get up and start yelling at Kaminari for ruining dinner, Bakugou stopped as his phone went off with a flurry of texts. Grunting, he opened his phone again

“Tch, what the hell is it now”

——————————Y/N——————————

7:14 PM -hey

7:14 PM-can you come to my dorm?

7:16 PM -soon, please

He stared at his phone, worry slowly forming on his face. Now that he thought about it, y/n hadn’t joined the rest of the extras after class like they normally do. They hadn’t been roaming the kitchen impatiently waiting for dinner like normal either. Suddenly their absence became increasingly prevalent in his mind. He noticed a slight change in their behavior the past few days but chalked it up to the stress of upcoming exams the whole class was experiencing.

“I’ll be back, gotta grab somethin’ from my room” Bakugou hurriedly walked towards the elevators before anyone could say something.

—Reader’s POV—

You were sitting crisscross on your bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of you desperately trying to control your breathing. The stupid overwhelming feeling in your chest sat heavy as you silently willed tears, sobs, anything to escape. Anxiety weighed you down the past couple of days. Ignoring it didn't work like you hoped, resulting now in the panic and shame suffocating you.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The sting of your outer thighs began to feel more and more intense. They were scratched to hell, red marks swelling slightly in the tracks of your nails. Small cuts were littered among the scratches. Not deep enough to cause any real damage or scar, but enough to now sit as an ugly reminder of your outburst mere minutes ago.

“Ughh, why did I text him” you groaned, pressing your palms into your eyes and laying back.

It’s stupid. You just didn’t want to be alone now. it hasn’t been this bad in months, shit maybe years. Over the weekend it got progressively worse and now you’re stuck, feeling somewhere in between numbness and regret.

knock knock

The harshness of the fist on your door gave away who was there. Slowly sitting up and letting out a shaky sigh you called him in.

“It’s open.” the door quickly swung open and shut as Bakugou stormed towards you.

“What the hell is up with your ominous ass texts? You’ve been actin’ weird all day and it’s throwing me off” It only took him a few strides to cross over in front of your bed.

He looked you up and down, finally analyzing your face after his rough entrance. His face shifted slightly after he saw the dullness in your eyes and the state of your legs. The normal disinterested look on his face remained, but you didn’t miss the subtle softening in his eyebrows or the concern growing in his eyes.

“Oh.”

“hey, too you too Katsuki” The half-hearted jab fell weakly from your lips.

“Shit. Um, I could-- do you want me to"

“No.” you interrupted his awkward attempt at figuring out what to do. “I don’t want you to do anything. Last thing I need right now is someone judging me or trying to fix this.”

You pulled your knees to your chest, trying to keep your voice level as you got your request out.

“just— just be with me.”

He paused briefly, clearly searching for a response. "Tch, yeah…I can do that.”

He shuffled a bit, pulling his hands out of his pockets and crossing towards you. A sigh of relief left you as you realized he wouldn’t judge you. He didn’t try and spew fake comfort, instead, he shoved you to make room on the bed. Reaching for your laptop, he settled in next to you and scrolled through YouTube.

After a few hours of watching dumb reactions and video essays, you melted into his side. At some point, you felt his rough hand lightly rubbing your arm. Sleep was creeping over you as your eyes burned from the bright screen. Picking up your phone, you registered that it was almost 11 pm. Katsuki would’ve normally been asleep hours ago.

“It’s past your bedtime old man” you joked as you shoved the time in his face.

“I’m not the one starting to snore, dumbass” he nudged your side with no real bite to his words.

“Rude!” you chuckled and weakly shoved him back in retaliation. Settling back into his side, sleep was finally winning. Before drifting off, you whispered almost inaudibly,

“Thanks ‘Tsuki”

you began lightly snoring before he responded, his head dipping to softly kiss your head.

“G'night, y/n”

hope y’all enjoyed this! pls leave any feedback, this is my first time writing anything like this and I’d love to improve ♥

[animekpopsimp]

Hi there! If your taking requests can you do the LOV reacting to a new member who has a quirk that repels other quirks. And their blood can make people lose their quirk if injected. The down side is they have to cover their body and wear gloves cause people can experience a weakness in their quirk when around them for too long when their skin is exposed.

Imagine Aizawa and midnights quirked mixed have a great day!

The LOV x teen reader platonic

Life had been great for you before you manifested your quirk

You had loving parents and a dream to be a pro hero some day

But after your quirk manifested, things got worse

Your parents disowned you, your friends abandoned you, and you became homeless

The judgement you received from others made you resentful

You couldn't control what quirk you got, yet everyone around you treated you like trash because of it

After a lot of time being on your own, you heard of the League of Villains

Ever since you did, you wanted to join them

They were hard to track down, but eventually you managed to find them

They were all shocked when you showed up at the door of their hideout

Shigaraki initially tried to kill you, but was surprised when his quirk seemed to fail him at that moment

"What the hell are you doing, explain yourself before I kill you!" He demanded

It was a bigger shock to Shigaraki that you weren't scared of him

You just calmly explained that anyone who gets near you has their quirk weakened, and that if someone is injected with your blood, they'll lose their quirk forever

That information intrigued Shigaraki

When you also told him that you wanted to join the League, he let you. Thinking you would be useful

While you annoyed him at first, Shigaraki didn't mind your presence after a while

Kurogiri was more welcoming, noting that it appeared you had a hard life

He became like a parent, making sure you were taking care of yourself

Toga was excited to meet someone her own age

The two of you quickly became friends

She could relate to the fact that both of you had experienced harsh judgment because of your quirks

Dabi ignored you at first

But over time he was a bit softer around you, not that he would acknowledge it

You found Twice a bit odd, but friendly enough

Overall, you finally felt like you belonged somewhere with the League

And each of them cared for you in their own way

None of them judged you for your quirk, they actually respected you

If anyone ever gave you any shit for your quirk, they would have your back

You had finally found a home with the League

[summonthebats]

Consider the Eraserdust crack AU potential

Pretty sure at least half of the plot would be negated by Eraserhead checking Shigaraki for a head injury in front of Dabi and Toga.

Aizawa would default to gruff but careful first aid provision, he’s checking eyes asking concussion questions in a soothing voice. Shigaraki is having a frozen fanboy panic and his evil found siblings are Judging Him. Only not too hard because it you absolutely must have a crush on a Pro Hero then Eraserhead is the least bad option.

And once they have escaped the Roasting begins.

The entire Vanguard knows now. All for One knows know. Dabi and Toga are diverting from tasks to flirt with Eraserhead because wE haVE GamE and thIs iS hOw yoU FliRT while Spinner resists mightily. All for One is rethinking his heir choices. Kurogiri is a dirty rotten enabler with a (seemingly) inexplicable meme making ability. Twice is so confused, has been stabbed three times and now has Aizawa’s phone number for emergency Quirk Counseling consultations.  

(Twice had no idea what is going on but he is a Good Brain Troubles Dad and he is deploying all resources to help his Good Villian Kids. Toga is taking the brunt of this and is enjoying a massive leap in logical planning. She is using this to call bullshit)

Now completely useless for 60% of All for Ones plots they are effectively benched and are entertaining themselves by hunting Endeavor for sport. At some point Dabi will get outted and his non crime siblings will have Opinions.

All for One gathers his other minions come to do it himself.

Nezu, Snipe and Eraserhead make this a bad life choice for him in particular.

[uhzuku]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒. | 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔-𝐍𝐘𝐀.

𝐂𝐖 ‼️ | hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, cat hybrid aizawa, hurt slight comfort, shou-nya lore drop ( aka u finally learn abt nem n zashi ).

“It wasn’t just me.”

Shouta’s voice breaks the long silence that had been perpetuated by nothing but the soft sounds of the accented narrator speaking about penguins and other arctic life from the television. You jump, startled by him speaking all of a sudden when you’d thought him asleep; you’d been cozy on the armchair in the corner of the living room, tapping away at your laptop and scribbling rapid notes into a notebook as you worked from home, and Shouta had been dozing on the couch the last time you’d glanced up. 

“Oh?” Is your only response, low and dumb-sounding in your surprise; Shouta wasn’t one for sharing information about his past, so this was mostly new for you. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs quietly, playing with the hem of the blanket he’d wrapped himself up in. He's quiet for a long time, seemingly pondering what to say next, and then, “There were three of us — four, before the accident, but three now.” He suddenly looks uncomfortably wistful — and pained. So pained. “Then. Three then. Now it’s just me.”

Your heart aches for him, despite what little you know. you weren’t an idiot, just from the mere sight of him and his missing eye and limb ( and God, all the scars; some of them  must have been agonizing ) you knew his life hadn’t been easy — and yes, you’d known he’d not gone into the shelter alone thanks to the manager ( though you’d only been informed of him being brought in as a part of a trio, not one amongst four ), but despite that he was a complete question mark, a mystery you’d yet to solve. “You aren’t…” you hesitate as he looks up at you through a curtain of hair reminiscent of the first time the two of you had locked eyes in the shelter, then force yourself to continue. “You aren’t alone anymore. You have me, if you want me.”

Another silence falls over the two of you. You don’t take his lack of a response as any sort of slight, considering he isn’t a chatterbox by any means ( and likely hadn’t ever been, if you were as good of a judge of character as you thought you were ), but still don’t return to your laptop. You instead gaze at him through the silence, eyes soft and considering, as he repetitively glances up to lock eyes with you before looking away. 

“I had a friend. Her name was Nemuri,” he offers quietly, and you try to control your facial expressions; him sharing names, something he clutched tightly against his chest, was a big step. “I met her first.” He goes quiet and blinks towards the window; you pretend like you don’t see how his eyes are growing misty. “Her fur was blue-black, like the sky in the middle of the night, and she was a short-haired hybrid. Her eyes were blue…” he trails off, his thick tail lashing anxiously as he slowly starts to breath hard in what looks like the beginnings of a small panic attack. “Hizashi was the other. He was blond and long-haired, more than me. He had green eyes, like spring grass…”

Shouta’s visibly trembling now, and you feel almost sick. Quietly you say, “Are you — no. What is it, Shouta? What’s wrong?” It’s the correct thing to ask, you discover a tiny bit later. He’s quiet for a long time — a really long time. His eyes are wide and panicked and wet, and he looks on the brink of tears as he gazes out the window into the trees on the edge of the backyard of your property. 

“I can’t,” he whispers quietly, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion as a soft sniff escapes him. “I can’t remember their faces very well anymore — just their eyes, and their fur.” Your heart plummets to your stomach, sharp and cold like a stone coated in ice, as he continues, voice shaking ever so slightly. “Their voices are gone too. It’s been so long…”

Slowly you stand, allowing him to show any signs of being against you going to sit with him. He does nothing but watch out the window, and you sit next to him on the couch gently and pretend you don’t feel when he sags i to you. 

“You speak about them in the past tense,” you say slowly, not wanting to push too far but still so curious,  “Are they…?”

“Might as well be,” he says bitterly, still staring blindly out the window, and the ache in your heart strengthens. “They were taken years ago and I’ve never seen them since.”

“That doesn’t mean that they died, Shouta,” you say as gently as you can manage, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, clearly holding back all of the big emotions he was feeling. 

“No, but it’s easier.”

“It’s easier to assume they’re dead?” you question softly. 

He nods. “Yeah. Makes it easier. Dead means they’re not out there somewhere, possibly being hurt again. Dead means they’re with—“ He stops himself, almost choking on nothing, and looks away. You want to ask who they could be with, but know you’ve already pushed your luck on sensitive subjects today, and wisely choose to refrain. 

“Do you remember what they were like?” you ask, already knowing the answer, and you warm up inside when he huffs out a tiny laugh and smiles fondly at his hands, visibly losing some of the tension in his shoulders as he melts against you further. Instinctively you begin rubbing gently between his ears, and he snatches up on of your hands to hold in his own, picking at the edges of your fingernails and silently comparing them to his own claws.  

“Yes. They were loud and loved smiling, and they were… they were like the Sun,” he finally says honestly, his voice gooey and soft with a love and reverence you so desperately hoped his former companions had when speaking of him to their owners. “My entire life endlessly revolved around them, they were the only thing that ever mattered to me…” He fixes his one-eyed gaze on you, soft and contemplative. “I suppose you’re my Sun now.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[mieudao]

more death note characters as ppl in your orchestra

(ft. takada, aizawa, ryuk, rem, sayu, soichiro) 

+ some light kiyomisa thrown in for the people (i.e. me)

pt. 1 (L, light, misa, matsuda, mikami) here

takada

sits 3rd desk of first violins, inside part

pretty chill. everyone respects her. follows instructions, focused, generally amicable but there is also a darkness in her beautiful eyes

uses a .5 silver mechanical pencil. will let you borrow it temporarily but is absolutely judging you and wincing when she thinks you’re pressing too hard (valid tbh)

another viola/percussion section hater at her core… 

very elegant, very delicate & somewhat measured style of playing. she gives off ravel or fauré vibes does anyone understand me. 

probably spends a good chunk of her time side-eyeing/staring daggers at misa (who is playing project sekai/sending her meme emails on her phone) while the conductor is busy elsewhere

^ the entire orchestra knows of this dynamic and also thinks they should just give in and kiss (and maybe spearhead a coup d’état against light yagami) 

plays flute too and is also very good at it. played piano for a decent while but probably stopped at around grade 8 level

overall: 8.7/10. mean but keeps it undercover. please learn who the real enemy is

aizawa

2nd bassoon

actually very much liked by the other orchi members (assuming they care enough about the bassoonists…). just has a seething hatred for the first violins specifically. this translates into a primeval rage which makes him seem unapproachable

brings like 2 or 3 pencils. traditional 2B, decently well kept, is willing to lend them to anyone until it starts getting ridiculous 

def sits there contemplating mass murder when waiting for everyone to settle down and pay attention

kind of the dad of the entire woodwind section lmfao answers questions about music/passes them on to the conductor

overall: 9.7/10. pretty damn great overall tbh, no outstanding faults. the odd bout of aggression on a bad day

ryuk

this unhinged mf is a double bassist

literally having the time of his life because no one can hear him anyways (only half joking)

probably pretends to try putting it under his chin as a bit (is anyone amused? it’s the sixteenth time ryuk. please. everyone is tired. eat your apples)

shadows light (lmfao) during break times. yaps in his ear. everyone is puzzled but light seems to just deal with it anyways

do not let him into the percussion area. DO NOT. 

has experience with surprisingly niche instruments. played the ocarina for a very long time

overall: 7/10. textbook definition of here for the vibes. how does he have the energy to keep this up through every concert cycle

rem

2nd desk viola 

she’s a pure violist! didn’t start out on violin or anything and will stare emptily at you if you make a viola joke until you back away (she doesn’t actually care that much)

contrary to appearances she has a very sensitive and evocative style of playing. she makes a very warm, sweet tone… great vibrato

^ capable of switching between extremes as well (she gives me dvorak/beethoven energy please… i’m projecting my visions into your mind as we speak…)

joins up with misa during breaks. one of the only times you can see her smile

brings a singular kind of beaten-up HB pencil with an eraser that’s holding on for dear life. if you ask to borrow it she will again appear to stare into your very soul before offering it to you without a word. you mark down what you need to at the speed of light and give it back very quickly

overall: 9/10. keeps to herself, great player, OUR VIOLA QUEEN

sayu

2nd flautist

initially her and misa are the chatterbox SUPREMES. absolute menaces but ykw go off they deserve it

^ mellows out a little by the time L leaves and light takes over as concertmaster… her whimsy persists dw

this is incredibly specific but she has the energy of a girl who one of the trombones is crushing on HARD

absolute sweetie. not a magnificent player BUT she asks questions and she tries and say it with me we adore sayu yagami in this house (in this rehearsal room)

gets lost like 40% of the time. has mastered the art of faking it till she makes it

uses a cutesy .7 mechanical pencil. less flashy than misa’s but enough to start a compliment storm… and maybe a trend in the woodwind section

brings cookies for everyone on the final day of rehearsals (adjusted for all dietary requirements)

tried piano + violin to emulate light when she was younger. both attempts were very short lived

overall: 15/10 god i love sayu so much

soichiro

THE CONDUCTOR LMFAO

stern but not too stern… always open to any thoughts regarding the piece. has a good balance between his own direction and integrating public opinion

no i DO NOT think he would unceremoniously rip your being to shreds if you were late but he would give you the Look. and that would make anyone the most punctual person on this gd planet

it pains me to say this but i unfortunately feel that he suffers from the disease all conductors do as soon as they ascend the podium… listing a bar number six page turns away and giving you approximately 0.04 seconds to find it before the baton falls

^ he is apologetic of this when he realises that no one is prepared but also come on man… please… just once…

very specific but he adjusts his glasses, reaches a hand back to the podium rail, and leans down towards the stand every single time he has to look at the score

predominantly played piano but also has experience in cello

overall: 9.6/10. he is SO CLOSE just PLEASE GIVE THEM TIME TO FIND THE BAR

the SPK + mellodramattic are next!!

[eusudia]

Classroom

Sometimes... when the sunray turns deep orange and the sky mixes with purple, Izuku just sits on the same spot he sat when he was a student. The class stayed the same, and it reminds him endlessly of his days as a student at UA. Reminded him when he was studying to be a hero.

He would look around, remembering each and every of his former class member that he barely sees anymore. Imagining the way Kaminari would joke loudly with Kirishima, Ochako coming through the door with Mina, Tokoyami on his phone while Shoji looms over as they were watching something together.

And Kacchan sitting in front of him.

It's odd.

It feels unreal.

Izuku would lean forward and reach toward the chair. Feeling like he was back in the past, when everything were both much simpler and more complicated. He'll catch a sight of his heavily scarred hand on a chair that was once Kacchan's, and it would remind him unkindly on how everything is just so different now.

How much he is different.

Izuku frowns and rests his head atop his arm. Eyes fixed lazily on the chair in front of him, ignoring the sight of his hand. Sometimes he wishes he is allowed more time to play with OFA. Like how he witnessed Ochako floats some of their friends' stuff just because, how Shouto would surprisingly crack an egg on his arm just to see it get cooked.

He pulls himself up to sit straight and looks down upon his hand. Clenching it a bit, and making gestures like he would shoot out blackwhip again. Izuku would be lying if he says he didn't miss it, if there were a part of him that wishes deeply to have that quirk still within him. Although giving it up was something he would do over and over again... he still worked very hard to make that quirk his own.

Looking out the window, he would imagine himself soaring through the skies. Be it by himself, or with his former classmates... especially Kacchan.

He closes his eyes. He shouldn't think too much of the what ifs, it's really not good for a grown man to keep imagining that. It's what he says to himself anyway when he pictures how his life would be if he still have OFA.

"Problem child." A call from the door has Izuku opening his eyes. Aizawa, his former teacher stands by the door and has a slight frown as he sees Izuku.

"Sensei," Izuku smiles at him, but for some reason it deepens the frown on his former teacher's face. It seems as if Aizawa wanted to say something, judging by how his mouth would twitch but then decided against it and sighs.

"Just don't stay here too late." Aizawa then bid his goodbyes before Izuku gets the chance to say anything back. And once again, he is alone in the class.

Izuku takes one last look at the class and decides he really should go home.

.

.

.

Opening his door, he is met with an empty house.

"I'm home," he says nonetheless as he toes his shoes off. Feeling a bit grimy, he readies himself for a shower before continuing his work. He never really imagined that being a teacher means that he rarely have free time.

He quickly undresses, not bothering to prepare himself a clean set of clothes prior. Stepping into the shower, Izuku lets out a sigh when warm water hits his body.

He had arrived home later than usual lately. Izuku stands there even after he has finished washing himself. Letting the warm water enveloped his body for a bit longer. He found himself reminiscing of the old times and the uncountable ‘what if's regarding his life.

He shakes his head and turns the shower off.

It's not that he regrets it.

He grabs a towel and leisurely dries himself off. His eyes catch sight of a fresh pair of clothing set up above the toilet seat. Blinking, he dries his hair a bit more before putting on the clothes.

Izuku gets out of his room, hands occupied with a towel drying his thick hair. He is immediately hit with the smell of delicious food; he quickly makes his way to the kitchen only to see broad back – one that belongs to Katsuki.

To Kacchan.

Kacchan is still wearing his uniform, some dust smears on his back – but other than that, there seems to be no injury. Izuku smiles to himself and makes his way closer, peeking at what Kacchan is cooking. That’s also one thing that Izuku often found himself wondering. Would he be taller if it weren’t for the injuries he sustained when he was in his teens?

Before he can linger on that train of thought, Kacchan turns around – flicking the stove off in the process – and ruffles Izuku’s hair. “You’re late.”

“I lost track of time,” Izuku smiles, looking up at Kacchan.

Katsuki frowns, he goes and picks up the pan to plate the dish. “Did the brats give you trouble?”

Izuku grabs plates and utensils from the cupboard. “Oh no! They’re all so nice today! I just got distracted earlier.”

Kacchan does not answer, nor does he try to pry any further. He excuses himself to take a quick shower while Izuku stays behind in the kitchen, preparing their miso soup to enjoy on the side. When he is done, Kacchan comes out from his bedroom – nice and clean – and they both proceed to enjoy their dinner together.

There are times when Izuku thinks of the ‘what if’s scenario. And there will be times when Izuku will think about them again.

But… as he look up at Katsuki, scarfing down his meal – hungry from a long shift…

Izuku feels glad that he is in this scenario now. Not a ‘what if’, but an ‘is’.