#Bakugo’s body moving on its own AGAIN

[chandralia]

oh my god,,??!??

[irisintheafterglow]

Lavender Haze (pro!bakugo katsuki x you)

summary: your relationship with dynamight had just gone public, and you need a little verbal affirmation that you two will make it out okay

word count: 1k

cw/tags: very mild angst/comfort, mostly just affectionate katsuki fluff, swearing/profanity wouldn't be a bakugo fic without it, suggestive if you squint, reader is also a pro hero, pet names (babe, stupid, dumbass)

note: i love writing stubborn katsuki banter with an equally stubborn reader who's just used to his antics. domestic katsuki just makes me adhfsjfdfjsgjk, yk? enjoy!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!

You heard the key turn in the door down the hallway and finally put down your phone after scrolling through Twitter for hours. They’d been particularly ruthless today, ripping into your relationship and theorizing that he didn’t even love you. The room was dark and the thought of faking sleep crossed your mind, but you knew he’d sense you were still awake. So, you wait for him to slip off his gauntlets and tug off his boots and find you in your shared bedroom. 

“Babe?”

“Here, Kats.” He lays down beside you, and you’re so mentally exhausted that you don’t even scold him for slipping into bed dirty from patrol. You let him pull you into his arms and inhale deeply against his chest.

“Why are you still awake?”

“Was waiting for you to come home.”

“Bullshit. You fall asleep hours before I’m off shift.”

“Maybe tonight’s just different, then.”

“Are you gonna tell me what’s different?” 

“Do I need to?”

“Yeah, you’re starting to worry me.” 

“I’m just… scared.” His body tenses around you, scarlet eyes searching your face with concern. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” 

“Nothing happened, not yet, at least. I’m just…”

He thinks for a moment, and you can’t help but stare in wonder at how beautiful he is when the gears in his brain turn. “They’re getting to you again.”

“How did you know?” Of course, he figured it out; he always seemed to be able to know exactly what you were thinking and verbalize it in a way that you couldn’t. 

“Because I love you, stupid, and I know your mind like it was my own.”

“They just, they think I’m using you, Kats, or that I don’t love you, or that this is all a PR stunt by my agency–” Your voice starts to shake on its own, and you push back against the frustration welling up in your eyes. 

“Your manager isn’t smart enough to do that.” A finger comes down to brush a stray hair from your face as you glare up at him. He’d been wanting you to hire a new manager for months or simply merge with his agency, but you wanted the social media firestorm to die down first before any big public moves. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“Not the point.”

“You need to stop reading through Twitter, baby. You really trust some assholes on the Internet over the man of your dreams?” He smirks down at you and draws spirals on your shoulder with his fingers, leaving tingling sensations in their wake. He knew just how to make you feel better, and it was one of your favorite things about him. The way he balanced crude humor with reassurances that you needed and small acts of affection distracted your brain from spiraling any further.  

“Okay, man of my dreams, I get it. Could you just say it?” He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly. 

“Say what?”

“You know, the thing. Please.”

“Oh, right.” Understanding washed over his face, and you caught a little bit of underlying impatience that made you feel a little guilty for asking. 

“Did you forget?”

“Of course not. I just wish I didn’t have to keep telling you that I’m not going to leave you because of some fuckfaces on the Internet making up rumors. I trust you, you trust me, and no one else’s bullshit matters.” He shrugs a toned shoulder and returns to dragging his fingers over your body, running his hands in the creases and dips that he’s memorized on you. 

You roll your eyes. His encouragement was effective, but you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at the expletives thrown into this round of verbal affirmation. “That’s more aggressive than last time, Kats.”

“It’s an upgrade,” he grins, gently squeezing the flesh around your hips. He got more handsy when he was deliriously satisfied, not that you were complaining. “Next time you get anxious that I’d do something stupid like break up with you, I’m gonna tell Shoto to buy Twitter and ban you from it.” 

“Bold of you to assume he would listen to anything you say.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t know where he and his entire family lives,” he whispers innocently, pressing his lips to your forehead. His fingers brush up and down the sides of your neck and shoulders, sending chills running through your limbs. 

“Kats–”

“I’m kidding…” He drawls and flashes a cruel grin. “Kinda.” 

“Okay, high school asshole Katsuki, get out of my bed and shower. You’re all sweaty and sticky and yuck.” You push against his chest to no avail. 

He pouts, grabbing hold of your wrists and having you pinned against your bed in one fluid motion. “I thought you loved it when I was sweaty and sticky and yuck.” Strands of blonde hair fall onto his forehead and brush against yours as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. He’d never looked so beautiful.

“Not when I’m trying to sleep.”

He pulls back abruptly, looking at you skeptically. “You weren’t trying to sleep shit, babe.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Neither does spiraling over idiots on a stupid fucking bird app.” Fortunately, your body’s awareness of Katsuki’s hands had put the hate tweets you read in the furthest corner of your mind.

“You made your point, like, three points ago.”

His head dips back down to kiss a trail down your collarbone. “Yeah, but sometimes your dumb ass doesn’t listen.”

“You can’t resist this dumb ass.”

He bites down gently where your shoulder meets your neck and you jump, his chuckle buzzing against your skin. “Nope. It’s a plague.” Any more of his body on yours was set to be a disaster, so you attempt to halt his advances before you’re further entangled with each other. 

“Take a shower, Kats.”

He leaves one more chaste kiss on your nose. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sigh and wait for him to release your wrists, but he gives you a pointed look like you’d responded incorrectly. 

“I. Love. You.” God, he’s such a brat. 

You press a kiss up to his forehead and he closes his eyes in contentment. “I love you more.”

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[kugokizs]

KISSES WITH BAKUGO!

❥ pairing: bakugo x gn!reader ❥ genre: fluff; headcanons ❥ word count: 1.1k ❥ warnings: none

finally a little smth for my favorite boy !!

001. YOUR FIRST KISS

Your hands were shoved in the pockets of your jacket in hopes to shield them from the biting cold, and your hood was secured by a thick woolen scarf courtesy of Bakugo’s mom. Snowflakes dropped down from above, making the city and the park you were in look like a mini winter wonderland. The cold was no match to the warmth in your chest and the darkness no match to the blinding light of your smile. Bakugo was in front of you, running around swinging on the street lights. You felt so warm, on a date with the boy of your dreams and having the time of your life. It felt like you were the star of a romance film.

You're not sure who started it, but you feel a ball of snow hit your back and you're turning around in faux rage throwing one right back, your giggles filling the air with Bakugo’s own. You can't help the smile that makes a home on your face, and no matter how much your cheeks hurt you can't help it.

Bakugo catches your eye, and throws a snowball at your face. You squeal, throwing your hands up before chasing after him. "Oh, you little-!" You curse as vou chase Bakugo around the park, slipping sometimes over icy snow or losing track of each other with the mask of snow falling over your eyes. Your hands throb now that they're no longer warm in your pockets and instead holding snow ready to be catapulted at your... friend? your boyfriend?

Right as you reach Bakugo you trip on a rock disguised by a thick layer of snow and your hands reach forward to break your fall.

Bakugo, as clumsy as he usually is not, falls backwards and brings you down with him. The force of your fall causes snow to lift around you and fall back down like rain, but you pay no attention. Now that all the giggles have died off and you're up close, the tension between you two that was undetectable before is very apparent now. You're so close you can see the reddish gold in Bakugo’s eye. You can see the ghost of his breath in the cold air, and the way his eyes darken under your gaze.

You can't imagine you look much different, and before you know what you're doing you're leaning closer, slowly, as if you move too quickly you'll be burned. You sort of feel like you are being burned if the way the flames licking at your chest are any indication. Your heart is thrumming, beating against your ribcage as if it's attempting to fight its way out.

You've been waiting for this, longer than Bakugo knows, even longer than you think. Since the day you met him and saw those plump lips curve up in a sly smile, you've wanted to know how they would feel against your own- and now you've finally got the chance.

Bakugo's heartbeat matches your own, and if you weren't covered by the heavy padding of your jacket you'd be able to feel it against your chest. He can barely believe he's managed to take you on this date let alone kiss you. It's the perfect setting, laying in the snow while the moon shines it's light down on you, and it feels like a perfect romance— something he was worried he wouldn't be able to do.

Your lips hover inches from him before they just barely brush. It's only a soft press but you feel like electricity has surged through your entire body. You can't help the shy smile that quirks at your lips, and when Bakugo leans up to kiss you again, you let him.

002. MORNING KISSES

You can't deny the man before you anything when he's smiling at you like that.

You've never been the type to indulge in morning kisses, too caught up in wondering if your partner would judge you. Maybe your breath stank too bad or your drool rubbed off on them. It was pure self consciousness that stopped you from kissing Bakugo when you two first started to wake up together, the sun peeking from behind soft curtains and casting a honey glow over your sleeping bodies. Your duvet would a ways be wrapped tightly around you and you would feel Bakugo's arms caging you in as his hair tickled your cheek and you nuzzled into his shoulder, pulling him as close as possible as he murmured sweet nothings from above you.

Bakugo has always wanted to be the couple that can wake up together and kiss lazily until they either manage to get up or fall back asleep. He's always found you beautiful, no matter what state of being you were in. He's considered this the purest form of intimacy, and he's always been grateful that you've allowed him to be the one to see it.

It's because of Bakugo that you no longer care about those negative thoughts. He makes you feel loved and cared for in a way no one else has, and when he looks just as disheveled as you, his hair mussed and knotted with a spot of drool on his pillow, you can do nothing but smile- too fond of the boy in front of you to do much else. When he smiles lazily, puckering his lips for a good morning kiss, you simply can’t deny him anything when he looks at you like that.

003. COMFORTING KISSES

When you feel like nothing can cheer you up, not even your favorite show or your favorite meal and it feels like nothing's going right in your life, Bakugo will walk in to see you staring at nothing in particular and reach out for you, wrapping you up in a hug, something that feels overwhelmingly safe and like nothing can ever hurt you as long as he's there. He'll hold your face in his hands and leave sweet pecks all over your face- your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your forehead, and then move on to litter them over the rest of your body. Your palm, your knuckles, your lips, before he's telling you that everything will be okay. Whispering "You're alright" and "I'm here" between every peck he leaves on your lips.

004. HEATED KISSES

The passionate but rushed pace always brings a heat to your gut, Bakugo’s breaths mingling with your own as you pull each other impossibly closer. Your hands grip his clothes, your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers run through his hair, and Bakugo does the same. His fingers running along your waistband and his lips trailing dangerously closer to the edge of your shirt, leaving love bites and marks that bloom across your skin like you're his favorite canvas.

His fingers dig into your hips, and his kisses send you spiraling, until they turn into simple brushes of your lips between shaking breaths and then into a series of short pecks so you can get air back into your lungs.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES TO GIVE YOU

surprise kisses: he loves seeing the look on your face

stomach kisses: the way you giggle makes him smile

forehead kisses: when he needs to feel you close to him

HIS FAVORITE KISSES FROM YOU

cheek kisses: it makes him smile

slow kisses: he loves to feel your lips linger on his

playful kisses: he loves feeling you smile against his lips

[anime-fan-05]

¡Hola!

¿Puedes hacer un headcanon con algunos personajes de MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Shoto, Mirio, Tamaki y Hawks) cuando la persona que les gusta les besa la mejilla como agradecimiento por ayudarla?

Estaba pensando que la lectora es la vecina del personaje; un día él descubre que un malo ha atacado el lugar donde vive y se apresura a salvar a ella y a su familia (los estudiantes tienen la licencia de héroe provisional); después, para agradecerles, le da un beso en la mejilla. Esta era mi idea, pero si tienes otras, no dudes en utilizarlas.

¡Gracias!

My Hero Academia ~Receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush as thanks~

Manga/anime: My Hero Academia

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other

I really liked your idea, so I decided to use it.

Premise

(S/O) is really tired and panting from moving faster than usual to reach his house and from fighting a villain who has taken (Y/N), his neighbor and crush, hostage, but he's also happy to have saved her.

He's in the apartment of the girl, who's looking at him, shaken but also with her eyes full of gratitude, affection and admiration, when they both feel a jolt, which makes her fall to the floor, or rather which would have made her fall if it hadn't been for him, who managed to grab her before she did so. Acting quickly, (S/O) immediately picks (Y/N) up like a bride and throws himself out of the window with her to prevent both of them from being crushed by the probable collapse of the house, landing next to it, among the crowd who has come from the nearby homes, and who are applauding and thanking (S/O).

After a few seconds, the boy realizes he's still holding (Y/N), so, embarrassed and with eyes as big as saucers, he lets her go; the girl, though, doesn't move away from him, as (S/O) thought, but she approaches him, smiling sweetly at him, and, whispering a thank you, she delicately places her lips on his right cheek for a few seconds.

Midoriya I. (Deku)

He'll freeze over: if you tap him, he'll fall over like a statue

It'll take him a while to recover, but he won't be able to say a meaningful sentence or even respond to your thank you ("Y-y-yo-you-you're w-we..."), and he'll be forced to cover his face with his arms or hands because he'll be literally all red

For the rest of the day, he won't be able to speak, so much so his mother will become very worried

"Izuku, are you okay? What's wrong?" "It-it's that... (Y/N)... Isavedherandshegavemeakissonthecheekasthanks! A-and now I-I can't think of anything else! What do I do, mom?" "..." "M-mom..." "Awwwwww, my son is in love!"

His mother will advise him to go to you, so he'll go to the place where you'll be (your house is destroyed) and he'll try to ensure your health, both physical and mental, since he was unable to do so after saving you

Bakugou K.

His first instinct will be to move away, since he'll be really embarrassed, and to yell at you not to do something like that again (not because he doesn't want your affection, but because it embarrasses him too much)

Nevertheless, he'll remain still, with his ears red with embarrassment and, strangely, without screaming

He'll stare at you for a few seconds, almost immersed in a subspecies of fantasy world where there are only you two, until he hears the people who surround you talking and clapping, and his body will move on its own: he'll run away

Before going away, though, if he hears you giggling at his reaction, his heart will skip a few beats, but he'll yell at you to stop teasing him

He'll probably go back to his house still a little flushed, and he'll argue for hours with his mother whether to allow you to stay at their house; in the end... "Oi, come to my house until your house is rebuilt"

Todoroki S.

At first he won't react because he won't totally realize what you did, still focused and exhausted from the fight: he'll act robotically and go back to his home without considering you

However, once he gets home, he'll understand what happened, and he'll blush madly under the incredulous eyes of his father and sister

He'll also slightly lose control of his quirk: a light jet of ice will come out of the right side of his body, covering part of the floor, and light flames will erupt from the left side

He'll think about the kiss all night and won't be able to sleep, so he'll talk about it with his sister the next day; Fuyumi will then decide to intervene personally: she'll invite you to live in their house (since yours is destroyed)

Imagine his embarrassment in living with you (but maybe he'll decide to confess to you)!

Toogata M.

His usual smile will stretch so much almost all of his teeth will be visible, and his cheeks will be dusted with a very light red

If he has to speak, only a stammer will come out of his mouth, and so he'll giggle in embarrassment, putting his hand behind his head

He'll look at you for a while, not knowing what to do and waiting for you to say something; when you don't say anything, he'll walk away in embarrassment

As soon as he's away from you and has recovered (in fact, after your kiss he'll only think about you and the beautiful sensation of your lips on his cheek), he'll give himself a mental slap for not having said anything to you

Thus, to compensate for his imaginary lack of sufficient help towards you, he'll offer to host you for as long as you need and also to protect you from any further attacks from villains

Amajiki T.

You'll kill him: Tamaki.exe has stopped working; press a button to restart

His ears will be red, let's not talk about his face (it could be the perfect cosplay of a tomato); he'll be all shaky, and he'll start playing with his fingers due to embarrassment

After recovering, he could do two actions: the first will be to take the opportunity to bury his red face in your neck due to embarrassment and to hide himself from the crowd, the second to run away and never appear before you again

It's more likely he'll do the first option, but he'll still stay away from you for at least a week to get used to calming his heart, which will be beating wildly

The next time you two meet he'll still blush slightly, remembering your kiss, and he won't be able to look you in the eyes

Takami K. (Hawks)

He's used to people thanking him, even by hugging him, but you aren't just anyone: you're his crush

Indeed, he'll try in every way not to blush, but he'll fail, as a slight blush will be seen on his cheeks; for that reason, he'll wink at you, making you blush: that's his way of shifting the focus of attention from him to you

In addition, his wings will fluff up a little and he'll strut, happy for your special thanks

He'll fly away to the applause of the audience, but he'll keep thinking about you all the time with a dreamy expression for the next days (imagine the happiness of the members of his agency or the other heroes he'll meet, such as Endeavor, in seeing him like that...)

From that day, he'll take advantage of every free moment to come to you to "check", as he'll say, on you, since you may be at risk of attack by villains; actually, he'll do it just to see you

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

[chickenfriedawesome]

more Monoma because it is what he deserves

we kind of see this with Eri, but i imagine that Monoma would actually do great with kids, much to the surprise of literally everyone around him. he is 100% the type to come up with really elaborate stories about knights and princesses and dragons that younger audiences would absolutely adore

every time Monoma is portrayed as sexist in some piece of fanwork, an angel loses its wings. Monoma couldn't give a FUCK about gender roles. Monoma has girls night with Pony where they wear face masks and paint each other's nails. he gossips about the hottest boys in school and act affronted when he isn't everyone's #1 pick. he has cried at a romcom before, and he will do it again. (real talk though, he was canonically one of like three people to treat Uraraka seriously in her fight with Bakugo. miss him with the sexism allegations).

Monoma is fluent in Japanese, English, and talking shit. passable in German and French.

Monoma is stupidly good at strategy games. once, Vlad King walked into the class B common room to find Monoma playing four separate games of Battleship on other students' laptops while they cheered him on. (he won all 4 games. Tetsutetsu was so moved that he cried).

Monoma only ever faces mild drawbacks from using other's quirks because (1) his body does a great job adapting to them, and (2) he only has a limited amount of time with each; (for example, he gets mildly queasy after using Uraraka's quirk as opposed to completely sick); however, Copy has a pretty bad drawback of its own: if he doesn't use it to copy a quirk for a while, Monoma is left feeling empty and dull (shoutout @coldlandstarlight for this banger of an idea)

in contrast, if Monoma uses Copy too much, he gets hit with some pretty bad depersonalization/derealization, like he can't figure out what is purely "Monoma" and what is just a simulacrum of the people around him. this is part of the reason that he doesn't mind being perceived as so extra; he'd rather be criticized for being "too much" than be accused of being a copy of someone else

[mistressmochalo]

I'm writing this post because the shippers have made me question my own adequacy time and time again, and the fact that we've been watching the same anime. This isn't a hate-ship post, but rather a refutation post, and why I believe that there are no romantic feelings between Bakugo and Deku, and an explanation of what exactly is going on in their relationship from my point of view. To begin with, the theme of the magic of friendship and the power of friendship to save the world and how friendship is important is in general, is traced through the whole story . Friendship is our pillar in life and friends are our strength and support. It's all written in plain text, and there are no secret messages and everything is pretty obvious, this tittle is not about love, it's about friendship and mutual support. Bakugo and his sudden change of heart towards Deku. The basis of why he changed his rage to mercy towards his rival and why he became so soft with him, and what everyone seems to forget is his guilt. Imagine yourself in his place, you have long hurt the person who was kind to you and believed in you, admired you, and you were just a monster to them, and waking up from this oblivion, getting rid of the veil of your own emotions and delusions you look at your own monstrous actions with a sober eye and think: "God…what have I done?". You feel guilt and remorse for your actions and wish to make amends and punish yourself for your actions. This is exactly what Katsuki feels, he feels remorse and as a counterbalance to his hatred he begins to treat Deku with care and concern. Not because he suddenly showed his 'true' feelings and he loves him and he was just being an evil tsundere and trying to deny his attraction. No. It's guilt, he's felt the depth of the harm he's done to Deku, and he's in heartache. This explains why he cried in the epilogue, finally realizing everything he'd done, remembering the moments of bullying. That's why during the Paranormal Liberation War, he rushed to cover Deku with himself without a second thought. In those infamous "my body moved on its own" moments, it's a "hit or run" or "save or freeze" reflex. The conscious mind can't keep up and the subconscious mind kicks in. And he is driven by feelings of guilt and remorse puts himself at risk, to some extent wanting to punish himself in the same way. At that moment, his own safety didn't matter to him: "I deserve this, this is what I have to pay for." He thought about Deku all the time, he thought about him in the last moments before his death (temporary) because that's what kept tormenting him and the image of Izuku stuck in his mind. So back to the epilogue and the very words that everyone saw as a veiled declaration of love.

At this point, my explanation is as follows: he was emotional, and for that reason he could hyperbolize his thoughts, and besides, he's still a teenager, and teenagers are prone to throwing around big words like "forever", "never" and other maximalistic epithets. He is still a child and does not feel that the years have weight, and the concept of eternity changes with the years, and what once seemed like eternity will later become a piece of life.

Addendum. And so, I completely forgot about Deku's feelings. His feelings for Katsuki are friendship - admiration, and it's stated in the story explicitly. I know exactly what those feelings are because I've had that experience. Imagine that it seemed like the most amazing person, who has all those qualities that you would like to have in yourself, who causes you a sense of awe, you watch everything they say and do with your mouth open and it makes you marvel, and that person is friends with you. I was like Deku back then, a kind of insecure outcast, and that such an amazing person honored me with their attention made me cherish them and be obsessed with them in a way. I'd sell my soul to have them with me forever. It's a lot like falling in love, but no it was exactly admiration underpinned by a sense of loneliness and abandonment, and losing that person was my biggest fear. And I did lose them, they left me because I smothered them with my attention and I went into a long depression. And looking back, it seems like there will never be another person like that in my life, that relationship was unrepeatable. And I see that Izuku has very similar feelings for Katsuki, and it's not romantic feelings, it's admiration and looking up from the bottom up

[honeeslust]

Katsuki Bakugo | Pro Lover

🖤 WC a little under 2k

🖤 AGED UP‼️

🖤 I'm thinking about an inexperienced Bakugo whose hung to the gods but never learned how to properly use that deadly cock and so you decide to teach him...

Its like you're in grade school all over again. Him, picking apart everything you do just to have an excuse to talk to you. You'd call him a childish loudmouth to his face and one of the hottest partners you've ever had behind his back.

And what you couldn't know was that behind every insult was a need. A need for you, your and your smart mouth, your touch, your kisses, your everything. Every night, this mounting frustration would have Katsuki tugging at his engorged length to the thought you you on top of him.

He thought you were sexy as hell whenever you would manage to take him down. He loved it so much that he'd live in that memory of sparring with you. Plush thighs around neck, squeezing until he tapped. He closes his eyes, recalling your pretty face as he strokes away the tension until his tight abs were decorated with thick ropes of cum as he called out your name.

The more you carried on like this, the more frustrated you yourself became. Always wanting to punch him his dumb face when he mocked you and then wanting to kiss him when ever you'd catch him eyeing you from across the room.

Fast forward to the end of the ever so epic will they won't they bs and everything comes to a head. More than enough harsh words about why you both couldn't give less of a fuck about the other are exchanged before you slapped the shit out him. Your body trembles, the fire burning in your veins for him making you want to lash out in a different way. Whether he saw it in your eyes or he himself just needed a reason, —any reason at all to act on the feelings for you that he had stifled for so long, it didn’t matter. Either way, it was maddening and you were too irresistible to keep pushing away.

Not a moment after your hand makes contact with the hardened jaw, your foul mouth is met with his own. An agile move to restrain you, he claims your wrist, arresting them behind you and pulling your small frame to his immense one. His perfect lips meet yours and his tongue pushes its way inside. A second of thought is all you can manage before you're own is entangled with his and fighting for dominance.

You thought of every time he pinned you with his rough and calloused hands, his powerful grip keeping you from breaking free until you yielded to him. But this time, you weren't fighting to get free, instead your chest was heaving against his broad and impeccably swollen one. Your racing pulse mirrored by his as you both pour every ounce of frustration into the hot and heavy lip lock.

His tongue is immaculate, slipping against yours like he savors the taste of you. Your teeth clamping down on his lower lip exacts an unexpected whimper from his blissful lips into your mouth. His grip on your wrists release and smoldering hands begin to explore the unknown terrain that is your body. You're instantly weak in the knees for the way he possessively palms your ass like it had been his to claim all along. Impatient to feel more of him, you pry yourself away from the hungry kiss, licking the taste of his mouth from your lip as you reach for the hem of your shirt.

Katsuki can't hide his excitement when you strip from your top and eagerly assist him in peeling your body out of your tight shorts. When he comes out of his muscle tee, your teeth cut into your lip at the sight of him, every tight muscle, glistening with his sweat and dying to be licked. A delicate placed tongue to his neck has him making that same sweet sound, and then again when the slippery appendage rounds his ear.

He's burning red, never having made that sound before and what's worse is he liked it.

His hands find your face to pull you back into a kiss, afraid he would make more of those pathetic sounds. Too bad for him, you like the way the hot headed menace succumbed your touch. It was power you planned on yielding over him to the fullest.

Pushing him to the wall, You kiss him on his neck, blowing softly over the wet trail you left behind, your fingertips ghosting the inside of his arm. Your slow and methodic touch so torturous that he can't help but fall slack jawed calling out your name as if to question why your touch left him this powerless.

Needing to overcome what you were doing to him, he moved, forcing your body to the bench behind you so he could return the favor. As he lay you there, his lips placed heady, feverish kisses down the side of your neck and chest until a skillful tongue flitted around your nipple, forcing your body to arch in pleasure.

Impatient, you grab for his waistband, inviting him to skip the pleasantries of foreplay. You wanted him now. The shorts and boxers would come off and his endowment would make you clench instinctively as if your nana was reaching out for him. He towers over your body, that heart shaped spear throbbing and taunting you as he hovers over your entrance, spreading the slick between your labia. With gleaming eyes, that first little push has your toes curling and your hands flying to his abs, almost asking him to ease up a little.

His smug expressions turns to one of ecstasy as he plunges deeper, not giving you a chance to welcome him. Again he's almost crying, loving the way your walls strangle his dick as he starts to move.

He takes off, pumping you full of him, fucking up your tender cervix. Again, your hands fly to his stomach, forcing him back to give your poor little cunt some relief. He stops immediately, flushed so red as he asks if your ok. - to which you panted hunni, take your time, where the hell are you going so fucking fast?

Giving you a shy and confused look he tries to save face. Too big for ya' he laughs half heartedly worrying that he blew his chance. You smile, telling him it's ok while pressing a small kiss to his lips. Lucky for him, you're patient. Too many people let good dick go to waste, being to proud to teach. Your smirk was met with his infamous scowl. Not my fault you're so tight. To which you interrupted him. Says the fucker who couldn't stop whining a minute ago. Just shut up and and listen.  You can follow instructions right? Dangling a delicate ankle before him your tell him, take my leg. He glares at you but obliges. Kiss it. He does, dotting little pecs to your inner calf making it tickle. Like you mean it, Katsuki. He obeys, sucking softly, nipping here and there, before placing it over his shoulder. He grips harder, earning your soft moan of approval. Yea just like that.

An audible sigh leaves his lips as he feels the little fluctuations between your legs. There you go, now move, move—ahh, slow, just like that. Good boy. Your praise makes him weak in the knee and he squeezes your thighs, pumping slow, muttering how good you feel. I know you say slyly as he continues. Mmm-hmm, keep that pace, just like that you whisper to him spreading your legs to welcome his movement. It was such a pretty picture, him disappearing inside as the whites of his eyes glittered, looking down at you like he had found a little piece of heaven inside you.

His rythym sets in, much to your satisfaction, eyes softening on his crimson ones, the definition of every muscle leading down to his sex rippling with each pulse. How do I feel? You say encouraging him. At first he can't even answer, he only bites his lip, he grabs a handful of your waist needing to tether himself to some sense of control. Feels like, your pulling, ahhh, pulling me in. Mmmhh.

Ahh yea?? you say as your eyes start to roll. What else?

You're soaked, mmmm, sss so- so wet baby. So goddamn tight.

Yea, you say digging new grooves into the enameled wood beneath you. He fights to hold on as long as he can. Powerful callused hands squeeze your waist as he rocks a little faster, finally finding the motion he needs to get you wet enough to take the way he was about to murder that pussy.

A sweet smile parts your lips just as you were ready to taunt him, but he bucks, fucking you harder, your body bouncing with his thrust. The vice his powerful hands have you in make it hard for you to hold back your pleasures moans. This hold keeps you  steady so he can fuck you deeper. He's aiming to please now, willful thrusts meant to make you feel how much he'd held back from you, how much you drove him crazy just by existing.

Lustful eyes meet yours once again, a hint of desperation behind them earning a tight clench from you. Feeling the friction stroking at his ever hardening cock, he drills into you. It still hurts but you take it all, the gummy warming of your walls meeting his rigidity so perfectly that you welcome every blow. Now it was your turn to whimper for him as he kissed that sweet spot inside. Yyuhh- mmm- yer, gunna make me come. He would already know it, the tight grip of you was proving to be to much. God you're fuckin perfect he hisses through clenched teeth. Your arch, a spur of your wetness making the most illicit sounds as he continued his onslaught of blows until he had to force himself to pull back. Ohhh fuck, He grunts, shooting his hot and sticky essence on to your stomach.

When the world stands still again, your eyes lock onto his, Leaning over you, his scarlet eyes almost glowing with satiation, he kisses you. It's slow, it's warm, it's mesmerizing. He smirks hands clamping down on your thighs and giving you butterflies in your stomach. Maybe you can teach me something after all.

From the honey pot 🍯

[dahbeez]

pairing: dynamight x reader

warnings: gore, slight angst, feels, swearing.

word count: 2.4K

katsuki realized that he didn’t know what pain truly was until now, or at least he never really acknowledged how bad he was hurt before this very moment. but now, sprawled on the ground between pieces of broken walls and in the midst of this thick black smoke that pierced through his lungs, he felt powerless. the worst kind of pain, the tight hand of helplessness around his neck, squeezing harder every second that passed by. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was choking on this feeling of despair and hopelessness. the blood loss didn’t have anything to do with his fear, it’s his pride that was wounded. per usual, he apprehended what others would think of him, bruised and broken, bathing in his blood. a pretty ugly sight for the number two hero, not mighty at all if you asked him.

he just knew that his legs were broken, and his back probably too. actually, he couldn’t feel a thing from his waist down. this alone made tears cloud his vermillion eye and an ugly sob made its way up his throat, staying stuck at the edge of his lips.

bakugo didn’t cry, he wouldn’t, no. he wasn’t weak, so he swallowed his tears and choked on his sobs. he could get up, he had too. the villain was probably still around, destroying more buildings, erasing more people from existence. it was his job to get up. deku would get up, he thought bitterly. so, katsuki had to stand, he couldn’t let the useless nerd beat him.

he had to get up. shitty hair and dunce face wouldn’t be able to handle everything on their own. they were probably lost without him. those extras wouldn’t know how to handle the situation, heck, they weren’t even part of the top 10. eyes shut tight, mind clouded with the thoughts of his… uh… friends, the number two hero realized once again how fucked he was. willing his legs to move, only to feel nothing, he let out a frustrated shout.

he still had to get up, he could faintly hear some dumb civilian under the rubbles, crying for help. it was his job to help them, whoever the stupid background character was, he had to save them. if only he could move. well, he was able with much efforts to tilt his head to the left. sadly, all he saw was thick black smoke and more pieces of the broken city. no sight of the civilian, only crimson red stains painting the canvas that was this war zone. blood, the red liquid was most likely coming from his own destroyed body.

part of him was glad he couldn’t feel the actual physical pain. he knew his legs were done for, his right arm was bent in a weird angle and the bone of his wrist was sticking out of his skin. his left eyelid was shut tight, bruised black and blue, his eye hopefully, but not likely, still in its socket. he was high on adrenaline, so high that he barely even felt anything pint pointing to his imminent death. he didn’t feel the cold and he didn’t see any irresistible bright light.

but he knew. he was drowsy, paralyzed and didn’t even have the energy to use his quirk. he wasn’t dumb, he knew his body and its limits, despite bragging that he didn’t have any. he had to get up, but he knew he wouldn’t. he was practically a messy pile of broken limbs soaked in blood. useless. dying.

so much for being a top hero, barely a few years in the business and a stupid group of first class villains had him on the brink of death. stupid, weak, useless, second place.

fuck off, he thought. fuck his pride, his ego, his little inner spirit that screamed insults directed at himself, telling him that he was pathetic. he needed help. it was a rare thought, actually, it was one of the first time that he genuinely admitted his weakness. but he needed to get up, and he can’t do that when he’s dead now, can he? plus, the dumb civilian was still whimpering in fear, somewhere stuck under a building. bakugo could barely hear them. their voice was too weak. maybe they were dying too, scared and alone, only having enough willpower to whisper desperate cries for help.

a small, weak smirk appeared on the blonde’s scowling face. he knew what to do. he was the best at everything, but there was one thing that he was the ultimate, indisputable best at.

screaming like a fucking banshee. hopefully his vocal chords weren’t as messed up as the rest of his body. and hopefully his shouts won’t bring the attention of villains on himself. hm. well, he was going to die anyways, at least now he could scream insults and tell the world to fuck off until his last breath.

so with a new fire ignited in his remaining eye, bakugo started to scream.

"DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP VILLAIN, I SWEAR I’LL FUCKING KILL YA’!" he started, coughing on the smoke, but kept shrieking like a mad man despite the strain on his voice. "OI, SHITTY HAIR, DUNCE FACE! YOU GONNA LEAVE ME LIKE THIS? FUCKING COME AND GET ME, I WANNA PUNCH YOUR DUMB FACES FOR LETTING THE VILLAIN ESCAPE! USELESS HEROES! FUCKING, SHITTY, USELESS PIECES OF CRAP!"

he kept shouting, screaming, cursing, making as much noise as he could. at one point he set off a small explosion, smirking when his quirk manifested itself and not getting discouraged so easily when said quirk stopped working as soon as it manifested. bakugo, giving up? ah! never heard of that one.

"OI! I’M HERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T IGNORE ME, I’LL KILL YA’! I SWEAR YOU’LL DIE, I DON’T NEED MY FUCKING LEGS TO END YOU. C’MON SHITTY HAIR, YOU SCARED OR SOMETHING?" his voice boomed in the empty air. he would never admit it, but part of him was scared that shitty hair and dunce face, even that ugly raccoon eyes, were in the same situation as he was. helpless and broken. dead, maybe.

he was getting tired. he was losing blood, he couldn’t move and the smoke poisoned the air. hot tears started dripping down his right cheek despite using all his willpower to prevent them from doing so. desperation replaced cockiness. "o— oi, does anybody hear me?"

only the distant sounds of a fight answered him back. the other pros were busy putting a fight against the villains, he was all alone. even the civilian he had planned to save had gone quiet. bakugo bit his lip, knowing that he probably hadn’t gotten up in time to save just one more extra.

"p— please, is anyone here? i— i can’t move. i can’t move, please," he had gone from shouting to whimpering like a fucking bitch. he was bitter about the change of tone in his voice, but he couldn’t control it. his vision was fading, the sounds were getting harder to hear, he felt cold. extremely cold.

he stopped shouting and crying for help, he just stopped and laid on the ground, still. he looked around with his valid eye, everything was blurry and the whole city had caught on fire. everywhere he looked he saw destruction. the broken windows reflected the vigorous red flames, and in the midst of all the chaos, a silhouette appeared, running towards him. getting closer, and closer. katsuki didn’t know if it was a civilian, a hero, a medic or a fucking reaper. at this point, he didn’t even care, he was way too tired to care.

"kirishima?" he whispered, trading the hurtful words he called his best friend for his actual name. bakugo’s eyesight must’ve wronged him, the silhouette looked nothing like red riot and still, it was getting closer and closer. katsuki feared that he had lead a villain right to him with his relentless screaming.

his breath hitched, and this time it wasn’t from the amount of smoke he inhaled. like an angel, or maybe a messenger of death, your features appeared clearly to him. he wished you weren’t a villain, no one so beautiful deserved to work in the shadows. the concern on your face was the first thing he noticed and despite your beauty — and if he were to have enough strength, which wasn’t the case — he would’ve punched you for looking down on him with that frown on your face.

"dynamight?" you said gently, your voice soft, but laced with firmness. "can you hear me?"

he coughed and grimaced at the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. "’m’not fucking deaf, dumbass."

you smiled genuinely, relieved that the pro-hero could still talk. it seemed you had come right on time, you’re pretty sure that the hero wouldn’t have survived the next three minutes.

"i’m miracle, i assist pro-heroes and their sidekicks on most missions," you kept speaking, making him focus on your voice while you examined the extent of his wounds. he had taken a serious hit, which meant pain for both you and him. "lucky for you, i have a healing quirk. you should be good as new in a few seconds."

"stop fucking talking and do your fucking job," bakugo hid his relief with spiteful words. you paid them no mind, reaching your hands down for the familiar black leather belt you always had with you. it never served to keep your pants up. "o— oi, what are you undressing for, dumbass?"

you held back a laugh, a playful glint in your eyes. "don’t worry, dynamight. i always do dinner first, and you haven’t even asked me out yet," you winked and kneeled in front of him.

not wasting another second, you put the belt between your teeth, making sure it was in the right place before removing your gloves. bakugo watched you carefully, not sure of your next movements and still wary of your actions. what the fuck were you doing?

his questions were soon to be answered. you place a gentle hand on his forehead, your fingers immediately tinted red with his blood. your other hand rested on his left cheek and katsuki almost blushed under the layers of crimson liquid that covered his skin. your teeth clenched on the leather belt, but your eyes were speaking to him, asking him silently to relax and let go. trust me, your eyes said. and he had no other choice but to trust you, his life was literally in your hands.

a bright light emerged from your hands and immediately, katsuki felt a hot wave of heat go throughout his whole body. he felt it course through his veins, pumping the missing blood, regenerating the fading cells and stitching back together his open wounds.

you screamed, your jaw tight and your teeth biting hard on the black leather belt. it was obviously painful, extremely painful to you, and if it wasn’t for the pure relief of being saved after all, bakugo would’ve felt a pinch of guilt for making you suffer.

it took about thirty seconds that seemed to stretch into hours in your case. it hurt like a bitch, the tears falling down your cheeks and the scream of agony you let out were telltale signs of your pain. but it was worth it, because dynamight’s legs and back returned to their perfect health, the bone sticking out of his wrist went back in its place and his missing left eye returned from ashes. you gave his whole body a rebirth, and you kept your hands on his skin until the final scratches right under his jaw disappeared. only then, you let yourself fall to the ground next to him, exhausted.

katsuki took a deep breath, feeling his lungs expand smoothly without an ounce of pain in his chest. he slowly brought himself up, his body finally responding to his wishes. his eyes scanned his surroundings.

"you okay?" he mumbled, watching carefully as you took deep breaths to calm yourself and spit out the belt which had deep dent marks from how hard you had bitten on it. he couldn’t help but blush when he saw you raise your head and shoot him a genuine smile through your painful tears.

"i’m okay," you lied. "i’m glad i got here on time to help you, dynamight!"

"tch." he frowned, ears red. you were obviously not okay. your whole body was shaking in pain and you were sweating buckets. he also noticed your nose was leaking blood and your eyes seemed heavy with exhaustion.

"there’s an extra somewhere under the rubbles," he mumbled, raising to his feet now that he was fully healed and strangely energized. he had to admit that your hero name was suiting, your quirk was literally a miracle on earth.

you smiled tiredly. "don’t worry, dynamight. i came across him in my search for survivors. he only had minor injuries, unlike you."

katsuki was actually relieved that the reason the hurt civilian had gone silent was because he had been saved, not because he was dead. the hero then took notice of how most of his hero suit was shredded and bloody. definitely not a pretty sight, and his support weapons were all gone. thankfully, the sounds of the fight seemed to have died down, which hopefully meant a victory for the heroes.

he assessed the situation quickly, and made his decision. you looked up at him in shock when he suddenly and aggressively turned to you and hoisted you up on his shoulder.

"wha—"

"shut up, extra. you clearly can’t walk. i’ll take you back to the medics," he grumbled, avoiding your eyes as his cheeks turned even more red. you gaped at him, unsure of what to say to the flustered pro-hero. "also, if you say a word to anyone about how i was crying for help, i will kill you."

he then bent to grab your discarded belt and without another word started walking through the rubbles of a broken city, occasionally stopping to harshly redirect lost civilians back to where he knew all medics would be to treat the injured. you remained silent, too exhausted to utter another word.

his hold on you was firm yet comforting, making sure you would never fall out of his grasp. it made your lips rise again in a little smile and your eyelids slowly closed, surrendering to sleep.

when you wake up, you’ll be sure to tell him he owed you a date after all this.

[epickiya722]

So people have been saying that izuku is a loser cause he got cucked by ochako who left him for bakugo....yeah....

What are your thoughts on this because this is honestly such a disgusting take 🤮

It is a very disgusting take!

Excuse my language, but uh... what kind of fuckery is that?

First, let me laugh at that out of all characters they want to say is KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

Him?! Ochako would "leave Izuku" for HIM?!

The same Katsuki Bakugou who literally has Izuku on his mind 24/7? That Katsuki Bakugou who called himself "Kacchan" in front of many, that same nickname Izuku gave him? The nickname he never said to stop calling him that?

The Katsuki who thought of Izuku in his dying moments and his body moved on its own when he saw Izuku in danger?

The Katsuki who carries around an All Might card that he got with Izuku when they were little? The Katsuki Bakugou who thought he and Izuku were going to be "rivals" for the rest of their lives and then funded most of Izuku's gear so he could be an active Hero again? (Mind you, easily Horikoshi would have said the class could have put in the funds equally, but no. It was made sure Katsuki put in the funds the most.)

That Katsuki Bakugou? I wanna know where in the manga does Katsuki actually hint at some kind of attraction for those jerks that was like "Yeah, I'm gonna take 'Deku's girl'!"

I know Izuku and Ochako look nearly identical in the face, but they have different hair colors and whatnot. How did they mistake Ochako for Izuku???

And on Ochako's part, they just want to make her look bad, huh? Sounds like to me they just want her to feel "complete" by wanting her to get with a man. They could care less about the relationships she has that are meaningful or her accomplishments. No, she must be with a male character! It's the rules!

Second, just that whole "cuck" thing is fucking stupid. It just leaves a very bad aftertaste and whoever was the first to even come up with that has to be projecting or something.

Honestly, I would say they just hate Izuku, but they hate Katsuki and Ochako, too.

They hate Izuku because of toxic masculinity, same case for Katsuki, let's be real. They want to make it feel like a "gotcha" moment with Katsuki "having Ochako" when those with opened eyes could see Katsuki would never. In fact, he would be repulsed by the idea of it. And with Ochako, it's like she has to be with somebody because it's like forbidden for a female lead of a shonen to not get with the male lead and pursue her own goals.

"He's a loser" Bitch, where? Let me grab my binoculars real quick. Okay, searching... searching... yeah, no, don't see anything that would make Izuku a loser.

Like... these people are just coming up with this bullshit and think it's funny? I don't see how really. It's the same level of humor a stick lying in the ground.

[shadowed-dancer]

Of course Izuku will want to save Shigaraki, that sort of theme has been ingrained in the series since the first chapter.

When we think about important moments in the series (and especially chapter 1) we often think about "you can be a hero" and "my body moved on its own". But think about it; what prompts both of those? What is the single moment that spurs the entire series into action?

It’s Bakugo being in danger and Deku rushing to save him.

Deku, a quirkless kid who has been relentlessly bullied for the past 10 years, rushes into a life-threatening situation in order to save the boy who bullied him. His instinct is to save a person he has every right not to save, but he does it anyways because that’s who he is. He’s a HERO (not the profession, simply a true, good hearted hero).

So yeah, I think it’s very poetic that 400+ chapters later, Deku is once again faced with a character he has every right not to save, but he decides he has to anyways because this person is in pain. This person has suffered and needs help.

And Deku is a hero.

[pocketramblr]

You mentioned you wanted happy asks for the 5 hc game, so consider:

au where Izuku can use 100% of ofa off the bat without hurting himself like All Might, he is simply unable to lower the percentage below 100%

oh thanks- tho i do think its funny thats about as happy as you can stretch lol

1- so, izuku blows the zero pointer away and doesn't break any bones. part of that's his own body, part of that's uraraka stopping him from going splat. he's very happy, though of course careful not to use his quirk in public or at school- better Aldera doesn't question him suddenly having one, after all.

2- Izuku begins to suspect there's a problem during the quirk assessment test- he's doing great at dashes and jumps and throws, but has very little control- skidding to a stop well after the end of the run, accidentally blowing back the unfortunate classmate behind him, having a long way to run back normally after the jump, breaking the grip test machine, etc. by the time he gets to the ball toss, he's genuinely afraid he's going to change the weather, but well, has to give it ago anyway. (it doesn't change the weather... yet)

3- Aizawa (temporarily) expels Mineta, who in Izuku scoring better was bumped down to 20th place. he says its weird All Might was watching. after, Izuku tells All Might about his concerns, and All Might changes his first lesson- he splits the kids into two groups, based on if they need to focus on getting stronger (Hagakure, Ojiro, Uraraka, etc), or learning more control (Izuku, Kaminari, Aoyama.) Bakugo is in the 'control' group and pissed that he's in the same group as Deku when he obviously needs to get stronger, having not ranked first the other day. All Might tries to explain that's because he saw Bakugo blow up at a classmate but Bakugo just ignores him and moves to the power group instead. (very... real high school teacher experience there). Todoroki's also in the control group mostly because All Might figured he didn't need more ice power, but he stays to snoop on Izuku and AM being kinda sus.

They still don't make much progress on Izuku using less than 100% tho

4- USJ... Izuku and Tsuyu are on the boat, and Izuku very carefully does the smallest jump he can manage to offset OfA's power, but he and Tsu still clear the entire USj and crack the cement when they land. Tsu goes to help the others and Izuku goes to help Aizawa, throwing a punch at Shigaraki and let's just say, Tomura is sooooooo lucky the nomu jumped in the way because yeah. Nomu gets sent back and Shigaraki is like ".... hey thats supposed to handle All Might at 100%" and izukus like "..... is it now". So Izuku's basically jumping back and forth to hit and get away from nomu to keep anyone else from being injured again, but he's not as practices as All Might and the whole plaza is getting torn up for it, sometimes he ends up jumping too far into another area, etc.

but at the end when All Might gets there, they get to both beat up Nomu together so that's cool :) they deserve more team fights

5- after, RG insists on checking All Might over and Izuku too, even though he says he's fine, and once they're alone RG yells at All Might that if he isn't going to call Gran Torino, she is, since not being able to control his output level is putting him at risk, but also every single one of his classmates- what's he supposed to do once they start training against each other?? Toshinori sighs, but agrees.

[ochako-deserves-better]

Touch-starved pt.2

Katsuki Bakugo & Ochako Uraraka (platonic)

continuation of this post this is the platonic version of this story. If you want the romantic route, read this

"Stay?"

Her request, though whispered, seems to echo across her dorm's walls. Bakugo doesn't respond for a long while, the silence only weighing on Uraraka further. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to?" She lightly tugs on his wrist, "aandd because I don't think you should be alone right now."

He flinches yet again. Uraraka frowns. The fact that he isn't immediately angry at her is yet another indicator that the other teen is not okay. "Come sit with me. We don't even have to talk," she tries again.

"Okay," he relinquishes to her request, allowing the brunette to lead him back to her bed. They sit again, this time close enough that their legs touch slightly. Bakugo initially attempts to put space between them again, but Uraraka quickly scooches over to bridge the gap. Bakugo rolls his eyes, but doesn't move away.

Uraraka bumps Bakugo with her shoulder. "Can I hug you again?"

Bakugo stares at her, wide-eyed. "So I can crush you again?"

The girl scoffs, flipping her slightly overgrown bangs out of her eyes. "I told you, the angle was wrong. And I'm stronger than I look, you know that."

Bakugo huffs, a weak smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I do." While he had defeated her in the Sports Festival, it was not as clean a victory as he had expected, and the girl has only gotten stronger since then. "Should I-" he starts, suddenly very awkward. He coughs into his fist, "stand?"

Uraraka gives him a strange look. "No? You know people cuddle sitting down, right?"

"Cuddle?" Bakugo balks. "You said hug. Cuddling is--"

"Just hugging but sitting down," Uraraka finishes. "It doesn't have to... mean anything, you know?"

Bakugo swallows hard, "You know I don't-"

"Like me like that? Yeah. I know. I'm not hitting on you, Bakugo, I'm comforting you," she rolls her eyes, laughing quietly at the absurdity of the conversation. "Sit back. Like, back on the wall."

Bakugo chews on his lip as he considers her suggestion, but ultimately listens to her request. He unceremoniously shuffles himself backward, his legs outstretched in front of him. Uraraka shifts backward to join him. She grabs his wrist again,gently directing him to lift his arm so she can get closer. She swings her legs over his, leaning forward to once again settle against his chest.

Uraraka smiles at him as his arm curls around her again, his hand settling on the small of her back. "Is this okay?"she asks.

"Yeah," he replies, forcing himself to relax into her touch.

"When was the last time someone's hugged you?" Uraraka asks again.

"Like this? I don't think ever," Bakugo's voice scrapes against Uraraka's heart.

"Not even when you were little?" Uraraka presses, idly rubbing circles against the side of his neck with her thumb. Bakugo unconsciously leans his head to the other side, allowing her thumb to continue its motions more easily.

"Who? My mom?" Bakugo laughs, but its sound is tainted. "She's not exactly the gentle type. And once my Quirk awakened--" he pauses, lifting his hand off her waist for a moment "--it wouldn't be safe."

Uraraka's thumb stops moving. After a moment, Bakugo's eyes finally meet her own. He quirks a brow, silently asking the question he'd never utter out loud. "Never?"

"What," Bakugo sounds confused. "It's fine. I didn't get coddled like that nerd did. It's not like it matters? I'm fine. I turned out fine." He pauses, "Uraraka stop looking at me like that."

Uraraka leans into him, letting more of her weight settle against his body. He tightens his arm to accommodate the shift, holding her close. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

She hesitates, debating on the follow-up question that's eating at her soul, "Were you jealous of him? That his mom would cuddle him, but your mom wouldn't?" Bakugo stares at the ceiling as he considers the question.

"Sometimes," he admits, rattling Uraraka to her core. He admitted it?! Just like that?! "I... have nightmares. A lot. And they've only gotten worse as I've started hero work. It would've been nice to..." He rolls his eyes at his own words. "Don't do that. I don't need to--"

"Don't get defensive," Uraraka snaps, lightly smacking the side of his head with her hand. "I'm your friend, Bakugo. This is what friends talk about."

He huffs, but falls silent.

"Is that why you were in the common room? Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Is this helping?" Uraraka feels his strong hand push into the small of her back. He makes an affirmative noise.

He glances at the clock, frowning. "It's late. For real this time," he says. "I should head to my room."

Uraraka agrees, and the two slowly separate. Bakugo seems reluctant to pull away, but he releases her. He lifts himself off her bed, heading once again toward the door.

Again, however, Uraraka stops him with a hand wrapped around his wrist. "Hey, Bakugo?"

"Mmm?"

"If you have a nightmare... Wake me up, okay? I'm serious. And we can... do this again, if you want."

"I--" Bakugo coughs again, embarrassment once again burning his face. "Whatever, I--" he pauses, sighs, and turns to her again.

Suddenly, his hands are wrapped around her waist, lifting her up to squeeze her again. Before Uraraka could react, she was back on the floor. "Goodnight."

Uraraka smiles as the door closes behind the other teen "Goodnight."

[funeral-grayy]

Summary: Movie night gone wrong

Series Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni, mild smut, angst, suggestive

Tag list: @holywolfsstuff @hypernovaxx @nightriver99 @kyrah-williams

Chapter Five:

You could barely pay attention to the hero documentary that Bakugo had put on, too aware of how close the two of you were now. This was such a bad idea, you should have come up with an excuse to go to bed early. You hated how good it felt to be next to him, to feel his body so close to yours. You fiddled with your hands in your lap, all you wanted to do was lean into him and enjoy the closeness but you knew you couldn’t. You had put both boys in the friend zone and there was no crossing that line. But as the movie progressed you could feel your restraint diminishing. All you wanted to do was turn and kiss the heck out of him, to know what his hair felt like while pulling it, how he tasted. You didn’t even notice that Bakugo had paused the movie, too distracted by your own thoughts running amuck. 

“Y/n? Are you even watching the movie?” He asked, turning his upper body to face you more. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, even if you were lost in your head. You looked so innocent looking up at him, mouth slightly parted. His gaze drifted from your eyes, down to your lips and then back up. You both were toeing a line, that if crossed, could change everything. Consequences be damned, he fucking wanted you and he wasn’t sure if he could wait much longer. You two were barely an inch apart now, waiting to see who’d cave first, who’d make the first move. A whisper of a whine escaped your mouth as he pressed his forehead to yours, tender despite all the dirty thoughts running through his mind right now. He could feel the heat of your breath against his lips and he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

Barely moving he connected your lips in a tender kiss. It was slow and sensual, something you’d never expect from him. He took his time kissing you gently. He wanted to make this last, unsure when he’d have the chance to do this again. It was when one of your hands grasped his hair that he started to kiss you harder. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue found its way into your mouth. The kiss quickly became heated and desperate, both of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You didn’t even bother trying to battle for dominance, knowing full well you wouldn’t win. You didn’t want to win to be honest, you wanted him in control. He wrapped his arms around your midsection and lifted you onto his lap, settling you to straddle his thighs. One of his arms reached up and grabbed your neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss, as his other hand snuck under your dress, his hand kneading the fat of your ass. He groaned into your mouth as you felt him buck his hips up, hard cock pressing into your barely clothed core. You could feel how drenched you were, surely leaving evidence on his sweats. There was no time to feel embarrassed as you pressed yourself closer to him, rocking your hips slowly. Moans and gasps escaped your throat as you continued to drag yourself back and forth against him. You could feel how big he was, length and girth far beyond anything you’d ever felt or seen. Denki was long but that was it, nothing too special about him. 

“You’re rubbing on me like a bitch in heat.” He mumbled against your lips. His dirty words had you moaning into his mouth and moving your hips faster. You couldn’t remember the last time someone kissed you with such passion and god, he was so good at kissing. And it's almost as if thinking about his talented mouth snapped you out of the mind blowing bliss that had fogged your mind. You quickly put your hands on his chest and pushed yourself back. Frustrated by this, Bakugo was quick to start placing sloppy kisses along your neck, gripping your ass harder. You pushed against him harder and wriggled yourself out of his hold.

“We can’t do this. Oh god, this was a mistake. I’m- I- c-can’t. I need to go to bed.” You didn’t even wait for Bakugo’s response, your heart was pounding as you rushed into the spare room. What had you been thinking? Making out with Bakugo? How far would you have let him take it? You didn’t even want to think about it now, tears filling your eyes. He was with Ochako and you just fucked that up. It was a mistake though, he could easily fix things with her. Yeah, he could just explain that it was your fault! You came onto him and he put a stop it it. But he hadn’t, you had. Why did he let it go so far? No, you couldn’t think or dwell on that. Fuck, how could you have been so stupid? You’d been doing so good all night, up until he had to go and look at your lips. You let out a frustrated sigh and threw yourself face down on the bed. Maybe you could just pretend it never happened? It’s probably what he’s going to want. Your face heated up as you recalled the kiss, gently touching your lips. You wished you didn’t have to forget about it,you wished you didn’t have to pretend you didn’t enjoy it. Fuck, what a disaster.

Back in the living room, Bakugo was sitting in the same position you had left him, wondering where the fuck he had gone wrong. He saw how your body reacted to him, he felt how you matched the passion, so why did you pull back? Why did you push him away and run off? A mistake? That hurt. He knew he shouldn’t be blaming for you rejecting him, seeing as you’re going through a messy breakup but fuck, he’d be lying to say that didn’t cut deep. You wanted to forget about a kiss that good? He poured his goddamn heart and soul into that kiss and he could tell you did too. He could fucking feel it, and now you wanted to just forget about it? Fine, sooner or later you’d realize you were wrong but for now he’d play it your way. He could pretend it didn’t happen, hell he could pretend he didn’t even like you. Bakugo didn’t do feelings, he’s never done feelings so why start now? He didn’t care if he was letting anger cloud his judgment. 

By the time the morning rolled around, Bakugo’s anger never diminished. He was dead set on making you feel as bad as he felt. When you entered the kitchen with your early morning greeting, he grunted and left the room. All morning all you got was either a grunt or a one word answer. Was he mad at you for last night? Did he regret it that much? Whatever, this is what you wanted but it still hurts to have him treating you like you’re just some stranger. You didn’t have much time to ponder it, as Kirishima arrived just as Bakugo left, muttering a good morning to Kiri and then leaving. He came into the kitchen and gave you a questioning look.

“Don’t ask me, he woke up like that.” You turned your attention back to the pancakes you were making. You’d gotten up earlier so you could make them for Bakugo but clearly that wasn’t happening. “Grab me some chocolate chips? I’ll make your favorite” 

“You’re the best.” His voice was a lot closer than you had expected, as he set the bag of chocolate chips down next to you, then moved behind you. He gently wrapped his arms around your midsection, bent slightly and rested his face in the crook of your neck. This felt far too intimate but something told you he needed this. With one hand flipping the pancakes, you ran the other over his forearm, hoping to ease whatever was on his mind. “Sorry, rough night” He said as he turned his head, his lips grazing your skin as he spoke. Fuck, his lips felt so good on you. Tired Kirishima always became super needy and affectionate. You’d never seen him this bad before though, just the occasional hug or head kiss. This felt like a whole different level. He stood behind you and held you the entire time you cooked, not saying another peep. You have to admit, you could get used to this. The affection warmed your heart, never having someone be this touchy and open with you. Not even Denki had held you like this before. Denki had always been about PDA, as if he had something to prove. But behind closed doors, he wasn’t nearly as affectionate. Never tender touches or kisses. His end game was always sex, nothing less. After placing the last pancake onto the plate, you reached down and covered Kirishima’s hands with yours.

“Breakfast is done.” You whispered, not wanting to ruin this moment with him. You felt him nod into the crook of your neck and let out a long content sigh. He placed a couple barely there kisses to your neck and then finally pulled away from you. You busied yourself by evenly plating the pancakes, grabbing some syrup and taking it to the kitchen table. Kirishima just stood back and watched how flustered and nervous you were now. That was a good thing, right? He thought to himself. That means you obviously feel something towards him, there's at least something there for him to work with. Even if it was something small, it could grow. He had told himself from day one that he wasn’t going to try anything on you, but that proved to be increasingly difficult as the days went on. He went out of his way so much to take care of you during the few weeks you were nothing more than a shell. He felt protective of you now, it took everything in him not to punch Denki again. But you were so brave and didn’t need saving. He admired that about you, and how far you’d come from three weeks ago. He took a spot at the kitchen table and watched as you shyly sat down next to him. You both ate your breakfast in silence, him pondering your reactions and you worrying about how Bakugo was acting. A ding from your phone broke the silence, grabbing it, you read the message that Mina had sent you. She was asking if you wanted to go out for drinks, just you and her. It was easy to assume that she’d found out about what had happened but you just assumed she’d be on Denki’s side. You felt bad for thinking that though, Mina had been nothing but a good friend to you, of course she’d still want to see you. You quickly sent off a reply, deciding it might be nice to actually get out and clear you head, far away from both boys. Once you both were done eating, Kirishima cleared the table and started on the dishes.

“Thank you.” You said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and rushing off into the spare room before he had a chance to reply. You didn’t know why you kept doing these small things, all you were doing to yourself was confusing your heart. It had to stop, you needed to cut it out. 

You spent the majority of your day in the spare room, not really wanting to face anyone. Bakugo hadn’t come back yet, you weren’t even sure where he had run off too. Glancing at the clock, you noticed it was already 7pm and you only had an hour to get ready. You hadn’t been out to club in so long, you weren’t really sure what to expect. Standing in front of the closet, you scanned your clothes looking for something appropriate to wear. There you are, you thought to yourself as you spotted the little black dress you always wore out, it always gaining the most attention. Grabbing it off the hanger, you tossed it on your bed and rushed to the bathroom to put some makeup on. Nothing too fancy, just some eyeliner and mascara, not feeling the need to get completely done up. Hearing your phone ping from the spare room, you looked over your face and hair and decided it would have to do. Once back in the spare room, you grabbed your phone and opened the text from Mina. You had roughly 15 minutes to get dressed and find shoes, before she’d arrive. Cursing Mina for being early, you quickly unstressed and slipped the small black dress on. The dress cling to you like a second skin, hugging your curves. The neckline was deep, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. This was sure to be a head turner, maybe you could even go home with someone tonight. You grabbed your small black purse and slipped on a pair of chunky black heels and headed towards the front door.

“Oh hey-“ The rest of the words died on Kirishima’s tongue as he took in your appearance. You looked absolutely stunning, he couldn’t peel his eyes away even if he wanted. 

“I’m heading out to a club with Mina tonight! Don’t wait up!” You rushed out and then you were gone. Kirishima was left sitting on the couch in awe. Snapping out of it, he immediately grabbed his phone. You looked too fucking good and he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head. Jealousy deeper into his veins as he thought about all the male attention you were guaranteed to get tonight. He didn’t like the thought of other people looking you at you like that. He didn’t want other people to look at you like that. He quickly texted Mina, asking what club they were going to, saying he’d pick y/n up at the end of the night. That wasn’t the plan though, he needed to be there, he needed to make sure you didn’t go home with anyone. He knew it wouldn’t count and just be a rebound but the thought of you with someone else mad him unbelievably angry. It was rare for him to get mad or upset, but he just couldn’t stand the idea of another man touching you. Receiving a text back, he quickly sprung up from the couch, grabbing his keys and heading out. He’d watch from afar, make sure you were safe. Yeah, he wouldn’t let you know he was there unless absolutely necessary. 

[luvbugs-blog]

panic - s. todoroki

inspired by the willow and oz scene in the "graduation" episode on buffy the vampire slayer (not the stupid show no netflix, but the one with sarah michelle gellar).

note: most of the dialogue is from or inspired by the episode mentioned above!! i don't want copywrite issues!!

warnings: implied smut, but it's a fluff fic. not proof read

enjoy!!

with the war inching closer, the air at UA was tense. everyone could feel it. everyone, it seems, except your boyfriend.

bakugo was even more snappy than usual, and with deku gone, everyone's mood was in the dumps. ochaco had lost her usual smile, and iida seemed even stiffer.

after a long day of classes, you trudge your way back to your dorm room, almost dragging your back behind you. when you make it, you throw yourself on the bed, your schoolbag abandoned by the door, which you hadn't even managed to shut fully.

what will become of you? of your friends? of your teachers? of shoto? there is a possible chance that you could die in the very near future. it seemed like yesterday you had just gotten your hero's license, and now you were about to risk everything for the sake of... strangers? the world? who knew what shigaraki had planned.

you were too tired to think about it anymore. you just wanted to be at home with your parents, but you couldn't tell them what was about to happen.

for a little while, you lay there, thinking about everything related to the war. how you could lose your friends, you could lose limbs, your life, how easy it is to just run away, etc., when your door creaks open slightly and you hear a small knock. a handsome face makes its way into the room.

"hey, baby. you know, you shouldn't keep your door open." you just sigh, not replying. shoto makes his way around your bed, carefully sitting next to your body.

"what's up, angel?"

"i'm just worried about the war, sho. what about you?"

he just hums and starts to stroke your hair. you wait a while, but he still gives no reply.

his eyes wander around the room, until they lock onto your cat, who lazily made its way out of your bathroom.

"looks like Walter has pretty nice digs in here. i really love your room."

you sigh again, moving so his hand falls off your head.

"sho…"

"what?" he asks, very gently.

"could you just pretend to care about what's happening, please?"

"you think I don't care?"

"i think we could be dead in two day's time, and you’re being emotional detachment guy."

"would it help if i panicked?"

"yes! it'd be swell! panic is a thing people can share in times of crisis, and everything is really scary now, you know? and I don't know what's gonna happen. and there's all sorts of things that you're supposed to get to do after high school, and you know what? i was really looking forward to them! like moving into a place of our own, maybe fighting alongside each other, being famous, maybe even the wacky notion of children! i would love to have children with you, and you know how much i hate kids and how pregnancy scares me. and... and now we're probably just gonna die, and i'd like to feel that maybe you would-"

your rant was interrupted when he grabbed the back of your head, grip tight on your hair, and smushed his lips on yours. for a few seconds, you stayed like that until you pulled away, slightly surprised.

"what are you doing?"

"panicking."

he maneuvered his head to continue what he was doing before, and the rest of the class didn't hear from the two of you until the next morning, when shoto walked out of your dorm room, instead of his.

author's note: OH MY GOD, I FINALLY FINISHED ONE. the ending is absolute shit, but I'm literally in my shitty school, and i so do not feel comfortable finishing this. i feel so paranoid that the teachers are watching me write fanfiction, and i am so not ok with that. school is kicking my butt rn, but i'm going to try to pump out some more fics soon... i don't want to say tonight, because that might not happen, so don't be mad. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE SEND IDEAS. i'm burnt out.

[helloescapist]

Senpai's Smile | Nejire Hado

Word Count: 1106

Setting: Nejire Hado x gn!reader

Content Warnings: SFW, fluff, autumn prompt, oneshot

Summary: classroom cleanup assignment has been moved outside due to the recent antics of the first years, offering you the rare opportunity to soak in the scenery.

[art work i not mine, full credit goes to the artist!]

Vivid vermilions caught your eyes, danced amongst the barren branches. Their delicate rattle shaking twigs, drifted amongst the delicate chill of the breeze that guided its path. The still brown bark shifted from summer, greeting the winter months to come. The leaves swayed beneath its influence; trembled in a dance with no song. Playful and rejoicing its reunion with the leaves that littered the gardens of U.A. Academy grounds.

The press of your lips that formed a smile, light as the air that mingled with the leaves, beckoned the play of their rustle. Allowed them to dance amongst its breath of life if only to enjoy its descent. Eyes of wander, snug against the scarf that nuzzled into your neck, met your school uniform beneath it, only faintly aware of the small chill that formed at the red of your nose. Far too enthralled to be spirited away by the tango of autumn leaves to notice how the cold had met the tips of your fingers, nor the rake that you clutched beneath the callous of your fingers.

                The usual classroom cleanup had lent itself to repairing the gardens alongside the usual tasks such as cleaning up chalkboards, sweeping floors, and recycling trash. A recent spat between class, 1B’s Monoma Neito, and that of class 1A’s Bakugo Katsuki. The inner class turmoil had dragged from a class set match, one that had been outlined, and purposeful to increase the student’s combat skills, had concluded its lesson erupted from the wall of the building, plummeting two stories down into the garden. Robbing the remainder of the trees from their foliage, scattering rubble amongst the blades of grass, and withering the delicate autumn blooms that had fought back the chill. Absolutely no match to the explosive emitter, tarnished survival chances, and left the state of the otherwise beautiful retreat in ruins. Resulting in all classes to assist in the cleaning up, Principal Nezu having expressed it as an opportunity for classes to familiarize themselves with one another—sugar coated persuasion, but you had seized the opportunity to escape the mundaneness of the usual classroom tasks. you hated dusting the erasers.

                Giggles that drifted amongst the breeze as harmonious and playful as the leaves. Delicate as a songbird, and warm as the sun that fought back winter’s chill. Periwinkle blue hair, curled to captivate her cheeks. Holding them dear only possible to you in daydreams. Long strands of hair that twirled in her motions, spun on her ankle with her own rake in the air. Oblivious to the way her skirt lingered in the air, far too immersed in enjoying the day. Perky despite the chores, and exuberant amongst the foliage. Her eyes mirrored of the sky, and the warmth of the day as beautiful as pools of apatite crystals. Luminescent in the light of day, the heat of her smile as her doll like eyelashes fluttered to meet your peeking. The linger of her gaze, forget-me-note blue eyes that held your heart and elicited an electric current that traveled from your chest to the heat of your cheeks. The blush that threatened to spread across your cheeks, traveled beneath the collar of your uniform. Horrified to be caught peeking at the senpai. once again. Allowed the panic to travel down your spine, jerking your chin from the cross-fires of her head tilt. Forcing your eyes to focus to the leaves that skittered across the ground, frantically scratching your rake against the fresh earth. Praying not to draw any more attention to yourself than your peeking had inspired.

                “[FN!]” Her voice light and bouncy as her quirk allowed your body to take flight. Impish as a fairy in the sky, beautiful. To hear your name pass through her glossed lips. Chastised yourself for allowing something so simple to give your heart wings, and even more the way your shoulders jumped at her call. Y-You had nothing to be ashamed of! I-It wasn’t as if you had done s-something improper! You had just been looking that way when her skirt--- ah god above. You could feel the shudder of the blush reach your ears as you shyly peeked over your shoulder. You were not in the habit of spying; you just couldn’t help the way your attention tended to gravitate to the upperclassman.

                Not that refuting any claims would save you from what was to happen next. The speed of her step faster than your own reflexes. The press of her chest against your own, the surprise of her close proximity having spread your arms. Disarmed you from your gardening tool, horrified at the undignified squeal that escaped from your lips as her weight bore down on your own. The slip of your feet beneath you, tumbled into the leaves. Hado-senpais’ form squished against you as her cheek met your own. The jostle of her giggles warm and inviting to your ears, the red of your cheeks pungently aware of the way she held her body to your own. A vision of a pixie lost in the autumn scenery, the odd leaves that stuck from her hair in variety of places. Her long strands rolled over her shoulder, tickled your nose as you laid beneath her. Shy eyes that traced the rounds of her cheeks, etched the flicker of her long eyelashes squeezed tight in her laughter. Joy that warmed your bones, heated your body thoroughly and shamed the tuck of your collar. Only stilled by the shuffle of the older girl as she flopped to her bottom, giggling at the crunch of leaves beneath her weight. Fistfuls of scavenged leaves caught between her nails as she tossed them your way. Her joy contagious, pulled you forward, and captivated your heart. Your thoughts focused on only one thing as you pressed your hands to one another, scooping up leaves with the bend of your back, and catching them through the air. Scattering your efforts amongst the breeze, disbursed by her joy.

                To see senpai’s smile.  

[itsbubbleteataro]

Paw prints and eraser shavings

Introduction

Quirk; Illusion - the ability to change the sound of your voice and your appearance minus your emerald green eyes

Six months before you move to Japan

You stared at your phone, waiting for people to leave your dressing room so you could finally shed your illusions. You stared in the mirror, the reflection staring back at you with bored green eyes. You had shaggy short fluffy hair with green at the ends. You wore a band t of an indie group from Japan with the sleeves cut off. Skinny jeans adorned your legs.

Leaning back in your chair you sighed. Even your own sighs sounded so different, boyish even. You were again thinking about quitting your life as a rock star in America.

Yes you had fame, fans, anything you could ask for, but you were oh so homesick, missing your brother and having privacy. You missed jamming out infront of your brother, or at the bars and cafes you did when you were younger.

Your hands ached to play, to let your illusions down, to let your heart out, let what's been building up inside since your last press conference out. To let your thoughts wonder to something other than a tour you have comming up.

You chose this illusion when you came to America, after looking into how people who looked more masculine had an easier time making it big. So you chose something looking like a tall, skinny man with fluffy hair.

You sighed watching as people finally left your little room. Relaxing as you finally are able to drop all your illusions. You look in the mirror, watching as your body returning to your normal state.

You ran your fingers through your hair, relishing in your natural color, down to your ends, dyed your favorite color. Your ears flicked as your thoughts wondered to your home sweet home, your brother and your family.

Standing up and plopping yourself on your couch, you pick up ur guitar, deciding it better to think things out while mindlessly strumming something.

You thought and played for a good half hour, your fingertips turning numb. You grumbled under your breath, finally pulling out your phone, and scrolling to look at whatever happened back home.

Your eyes widen as you see about the events that unfolded at U.S.J, the school festival, all the way up to a batch of new heros finally getting their provisional hero license. You changed tabs on your phone, quickly calling your bother out of concern, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally picked up after a few rings.

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Meanwhile Shota was awake at the ungodly hour. A hand brushing through his messy raven black locks as he through about his students, and about the events that unfolded. He had gotten back from his patrol about an hour ago and was finally off his feet. He groaned thinking about the mountain of paperwork he would have to do when he was finally able too.

He looked up at the ceiling, squeezing a few eye drops into his eyes, dry from using his quirk. He blinked a few times, thankful that his eyes were no longer dry. He looked at the clock and then down at his phone.

Shota knew sleep would be hard for him tonight and for some reason even listening to songs you helped write (or so he things) seemed to help him relax enough to sleep. He bit his lip. Was he really gonna listen to the band you wrote for again in some kind of desperate attempt to hear your voice again? He shook his head and walked into his bedroom. Sitting in his bed and placing his phone in its charger. His eyes drifted to the crystal ball that once sat on his desk in his classroom. He took it home after a slight fight between Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya had knocked his desk over, nearly scaring him half to death that the orb would even be the slightest bit damaged.

He picked it up, off his night stand and held it in his palm, tapping it twice and swiping through a few memories before he found one he absolutely adored and set it down his nightstand, so it could project the memory onto the wall across from his bed.

The memory orb - coffee shop

Shota and Hizashi entered the coffee shop you had told them your first performance was starting. Shota looked at is friend who seemed to be buzzing with excitement. He won't lie, he's excited too, just preferring to keep it on the inside.

Inside the coffee shop was dimly lit. Hizashi left Shota alone to find seats while he scurried off to get them something from the shop. Shota found a seat near the front, leaning his weight on his elbow after he took a seat, staring at the stool under a spotlight set up just for you.

His eyes gave away how excited he was when he watched you nervously take a seat. His onyx eyes practically turned into galaxies with how much the sparkled.

The seat next to him dipped, Hizashi caught how Shota looked at his little sister. He snickered under his breath before elbowing him. Shota's eyes widened as something is whispered in his ears. He swats at Hizashi as he feels his ears turn red.

Finally you clear your throat and introduce the song your singing, Jasey Rae.

Out side the memory orb - Shota's room

His eyes once again shone like galaxies as he finally let himself relax, listning to you sing was more than enough for him. He tried to think back to what Hizashi had whispered in his ear, all those years ago, but alas, it seemed as if it was lost to the sands of time.

He let his eyes flutter close, his body screaming for sleep. So he did. He finally let his body have the rest it so desperately craved, his dreams filled with him, sitting in a coffee shop, people around him nothing but black shapeless shadows as his attention was on you. Just him, listening to you playing your favorite song.

He rest peacefully that night.

Five months before you arrive back in Japan

Shots groaned with fake annoyance as Hizashi placed a hand on his back before shoving his phone in his face, having pulled up a live streamed performance of the band you "write" for.

He honestly has never listened to the band, couldn't get himself too. He thought it was a waste having you "write for them" you should be on your own. He finally let his eyes look over at the phone, taking in the appearance of everyone.

Shota raised an eyebrow. Really? You write for a band that looks like they haven't grown out of a teenage emo phase? He would admit, they did do well and did decide to watch the live stream even after Hizashi put his phone down so he could do something else.

He kept looking over at it while he was grading his students latest test. He would admit, the lead singer and you did share some similarities while preforming. Both having very similar styles when it came to playing, dancing with a guitar and keeping the crowd entertained and engaged.

He did find it weird that even if your songs were coming out of another person's mouth, it seemed to still have the same effect on him, causing his mind to slip away from him occasionally to the simple thought of you preforming at the coffee shop a few days before you left for America.

One week before you end up in America

You sighed backstage, your illusions up and running as per usual. You were tired. Thankfully your contract would end after this concert and you could finally, finally return home.

Yes you agreed with your brother when you first your little idea up to him that it would be safer in America, but you were tired of it all. Just wanting to live peacefully in Japan again. So the two of you came to a compromise, he would get you a job at the school he worked at so he could keep an eye on you, and you could move peacefully. Granted you would have to use your illusions as to not raise suspicion, plus your brother was a little greedy, not wanting Shoto to know his little sister was back in town after so many years.

You agreed. Being a librarian at a school training the next generation of heros would have its own entertainments and you figured the library would be mostly quiet.

You gripped your guitar, your last concert in America would be filmed and posted everywhere, you knew that. Just one last thing and you were free. Yes you loved it, loved preforming, but you wanted to preform as yourself, not some illusion of yourself the world had named "Jacob".

With one deep breath, you ran onstage to the adoring audience, getting the show started.

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News broke fast over in Japan. Shota won't lie, he is shocked. He's wondering what will happen to you. I mean the band you "wrote" for just broke up, does that mean you would end up back in Japan? Or would you stay in America.

Leaning back in his chair, his hand rubbed over his stubble, his eyes swirling with thoughts. It was safer for you in America, the only way you would return to Japan is if you hadn't seen the news in Japan. Yes, you would stay in America, you would stay safe. As much as the thought pained him, he knew it was the most logical decision and conclusion. He would simply have to live with the ache in his heart knowing he would only see you in the memory orbs and the occasional pictures you would send him when you changed your hair color.

He would never admit it out loud, but he treasured them.

The same way you treasured the little pictures he would send to you with his thumb up in approval, even if he was out on patrol.

The airport

Hizashi picked you up, running up to hug his little sister. He took your bags and took you straight to his apartment where you'd be staying till you could get your own place.

You were so relived to be home in Japan. To be out of all your illusions and to be yourself for a while.

Walking into the apartment, your bags placed down in the living room for you go through later, you turn on your heel, opting to take a walk. Yeah you were jet lagged like no tomorrow, but you started your new job tomorrow, and needed to adjust as quickly as possible. Plus cramped in the flight for so long it would be good to go out for some air, so you did.

The Street

You practically skipped down sidewalk, your feet knowing the path. You had your hands in your pocket as your fox ears twitched with every new sound. The area sure had gotten busier in the time you were gone, but what could you expect. You just let your feet walk you over to where your coffee shop where you got your start was.

Shota walked past you. He saw the ends of your dyed hair and stopped in his tracks, doing a double take to see if it was really you he saw. He turned around, in his normal casual clothing, scanning the sea of people for you. He cursed under his breath when it seemed you were just a figment of his imagination, not there, just his mind playing a cruel trick on him.

The two of you passed eachother like two ships in the night.

Hizashi's apartment

You looked in the mirror checking out illusion, looking for any possible holes. This one had short light green fluffy hair, a beige sweater with elbow pads and a dress shirt poking out the top. Slacks adorned your legs and loafers your feet. Your voice a tone that sounded neutral. You turned to your brother who was already in his hero costume. He flashed you a smile and a thumbs up.

"Looks great sis! No one will know"

You nod fixing the hair of the illusion before the head out for your first day as the librarian at U.A.

U.A - Library

You were placing books on the shelves as you overheard a group of teachers talking about a school festival, something to raise some spirit. You made a mental note of it. It's only been a day and you're already tired of having to put up illusions.

You turned around to fetch more books from your cart when in walks Shota. Your eyes widen and you feel yourself almost lose concentration. You didn't know he worked here he looked spent, going over to talk with his fellow teachers. You kept one eye on him as you placed books on your shelf.

"That's it"

You thought to yourself

"I'll let everything lose at the school festival. I'm tired of these illusions, let's shatter them all in one big show"

You spent the rest of the day planning.

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The two of you were so lost in thought. You about what kind of grand performance you would put on to finally shatter everyone's illusion of you. As for Shota, he was thinking about the last picture you sent him.

The picture was of you, leaning against the railing of a balcony, your back to the sunset. Two fingers up in a peace sign, lips tugged back into a smile. He could not help himself, he felt like a pervert for even wanting to know the taste of your lips.

He watched as the other teachers left, forgetting there was even one more person around, he started humming one of your songs of all things. Humming while he thought about what your lips would taste like. He felt like a love sick teenager again. He couldn't tell if he loved it or hated it.

Unlucky for him, you picked up on his humming, brain automatically jumping to quietly singing along,

"I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing

The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me pressing

For more than just a moment of truth between the lies told

To pull ourselves away from the lives we leave back"

The two of you froze

Shota was mortified. You heard him? Let alone finished the lyrics.

You were terrified. You acted out of pure reflex, your cover would be blown. You just know that if you spoke your voice would come out as your own and not as the illusion you currently wore.

The two of you panicked in silence, before you heard his steps start to walk down the hallways. You sighed. That was close, way too close.

As you thought back on the encounter, taking a seat behind the front desk you felt your cheeks heat up. You felt like a silly school girl. Your old crush burning bright once more after you had laid eyes on him. The fire inside threatened to burn your organs as you thought about how he had hummed one of your songs out of all things. Though it was embarrassing to jump in singing the actual lyrics. You sighed, the crush you still harbored for him only seemed to grow after you had seen him in person again.

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Shota wasn't able to place a finger on his thoughts. He walked straight to his empty class room and took a seat, trying to figure out his inner turmoil.

Sure on one hand he was simply humming along to song that you just so happened to know. Maybe the reserved and quiet librarian just happened to like the same kind of music as you just so happened to write for.

On the other hand, he was a bit disturbed. He had let something slip. If it just so happened to make round outside of the school he could have a weakness exposed, and he sure as hell didn't want that.

He didn't want the world to know how much his little crush from when he was a boy had only spiraled out of control since you had left for America. He didn't want anyone to know how much of a fool he felt for not acting in his crush before you had left for America.

He held his head in his hands and groaned. Maybe he should fly out to see you. Yeah, he'd go ahead and take a few weeks off and fly out to go see you in America. Maybe after the school festival. He pulled out his phone and started to look at hotels and plane tickets.

Little did the two of you know, everything would change during the school festival