#Boku No Hero Academia X Original Character Insert

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: break-up, angst, hung-up yandere, anger issues, insecurity, threats to regrets

♡ GN reader

Thinking about pro-athlete ex-boyfriend… 

You know, the one you broke up with because he couldn't focus on anything but his career, the one you just couldn’t stand by and watch any longer as he nearly ran his health into the ground—not to mention your relationship—all to reach his goals.

He’d been so mean—meaner than you ever thought possible when you told him you couldn’t do this anymore—said it was a real class act of you to abandon him now when it mattered most. He’d made it about you not wanting a no-known sportsman for a boyfriend, how you never believed in him anyway, how you never cheered for him, how he thinks you don’t even want to see him succeed. 

He’d been so loud and so ugly you’d been in shock for weeks afterward, unable to wrap your head around it. You didn’t even dare tell anyone—feeling it was a beast of burden you ought to keep for yourself. Oddly enough, you felt that if anyone knew or saw him like that, it would be not just detrimental to him and his image but embarrassing for you both.

And you hadn't spoken to him since. At least not face-to-face. He’d sent you a few drunk texts then and there, which you’d replied to in short, though mostly ignored. You’d thought about blocking him at one point, but you didn’t want to be dramatic, either. And suppose, in some way, you were still waiting for an apology.

But months passed, and nothing like it ever came, and so, instead of being bitter, you accepted that was just how the two of you ended. And that was that. 

Still, it's a little awkward. You wonder if you should congratulate him on his rise in popularity, how he’s finally getting all those long hours spent training back in full—but somehow, you feel it would just sound petty coming from you. And so, you don’t bother.

He’s got other people in his life cheering him on now—he doesn’t need a measly text from his ex. No, it's better to leave it be, is what you think.

Which is why it’s surprising when you get the dinner invitation. 

And following the initial surprise, you don’t really know what to expect of it either. But you end up accepting—some part out of curiosity, wondering what he might want after all this time, and another part hopeful it was to finally address the awful break up so that the both of you could move on without it hanging heavy over your heads and hearts.

This, however, was the last thing you had in mind when sitting down with him for the first time in a long time.

“Will you marry me?”

Your whole body flares up with something reminiscent of the feeling when you trip and fall—that type of split burn that rushes through you from head to toe and then leaves you feeling cold all over. Heart in your throat, you’re speechless.

Or no, you just don’t know where to begin.

“What are you doing?” you end up accusing—a little too harshly, maybe, but who could blame you? Looking around, you’re glad your table’s in a more private sector of the restaurant before you look back at him, eyes wide and brows knit. 

“I–we broke up a year ago and haven’t seen each other since—and you’re—” Your eyes fall back to the thing in his hands. It’s an outrageous ring. “Asking me to marry you?”

He makes no move to withdraw the offer—keeping his hands where they are, on your side of the table. “You said yes to the dinner. That must mean something. I thought—”

“Yeah. It means that I still worry about you,” you say. “It doesn't mean–”

“I fought my way up. I’m finally at the top,” he cuts you off in earnest. “I’m the best, and the world finally knows it now–”

“I don't care about any of that,” you state, feeling it should have been something you told him from the very beginning. “I'm sorry. But I never cared about you being the best. I just wanted…”

You just wanted the two of you to be like other couples—together and happy. You just wanted that to be enough, but it never was for him.

“Never mind…” you end up saying. “I think I should go.”

You’re about to get up when his hand, suddenly around your wrist, tightens in a harsh grip.

“I don't think you understand,” he utters, voice lowered with a hint of a growl. “It’s either this ring or I bury you in rumors that won’t leave you a moment’s worth of peace.” 

You go stiff while looking back at him.

Did he just… did he just threaten you?

You blink. He's got that same warped expression you remember from the last time you saw him, that very odd look as if the guy you know has been switched out with someone entirely different.

Only this time, it just as quickly disappears, and he lets go of your wrist, quickly pulling his hand to himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that–I’m just��” he apologizes with a stutter, looking startled.

He puts his face in his hands. Then there's a sound—close to a sob.

“I’m just a mess without you.”

Goosebumps rise on the surface of your skin when hearing it. And swallowing thickly, you sit back down again, albeit a bit begrudgingly. But spotting how he trembles, you just can’t stop feeling sorry for him.

You sigh. “No, you’re not. You just…” Reaching across the table, you stroke his arm. “You just lose your head a little sometimes, that’s all.” 

He peaks up from his hands. A sheen under his eyes reflects the ceiling light, and your heart twists in your chest.

He really is a mess.

“But I know you…” you try smiling. “You were always destined for greatness.”

He takes your offered hand in his, stroking it, then sniffs, voice fluttering weakly, “Yeah, well…”

He keeps his head low, resting it in his other hand as if he just couldn't muster the strength to sit straight or even attempt to pull himself together.

“If I'm such a great guy, why wouldn’t you stay?”

He sounds as if he’s been holding things back for the entirety of the year since you left. Broken now... it's all spilling out.

“Because," you start, even though your throat’s tight and you’re fighting back tears of your own, your mind hasn’t changed.

You didn’t come here to get back together. 

"You want to go places, I just can’t follow.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Enji ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Karasu, Shido ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo, Kaji

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[chloeriversongwrites]

[Fluff] Werewolf! Katsuki Bakugou X Kitsune! Shura Ikitsuki Sweet Treat

Music escaped from Shura’s room, helping her concentrate on a small doodle that she wanted to do, but something else was on her mind, and that would be Halloween and the party that the U.A. was throwing for the students and the teachers would help them to get the edge off from certain events, although it’s becoming October and Halloween is just around the corner. Shura soon got up from her desk and walked towards her closet, wanting to be prepared before the Halloween party came around, even though she had four weeks to find a Halloween costume, that didn’t stop her from preparing and making some details for her costume.

Shura started to go through her closet while going by some dresses that she had, however, they didn’t fit the theme that she was planning on doing, stopping at one of the few kimonos that she had, becoming excited as she found what she was looking for. She had the biggest grin on her face as she pulled out the perfect kimono, something that she had made during Home Economics that was taught by Amilia Amura, aka Songblade. Placing the homemade Kimono on her bed, before going back to her closet to find a mask that she also made in Home Economics.

Soon after finding the mask that was somewhat hidden underneath some shirts and whatnot, grinning wide as she happily walked over to her bed where her homemade Kimono was lying, feeling her grim widen. I can’t wait for the Halloween Party, even though it’s two days away. She couldn’t help but think about what Katsuki was going to wear to the party, even though he wasn’t exactly a people person, she somehow drew him close to her, and the truth was told, that she liked him when they first met.

A small giggle escaped from the artist as she spun around her room, couldn’t wait to see what her boyfriend was going to be dressing up as, probably something that fits with his personality. Shura soon marked down when Halloween was and what time it started, she soon put the Kimono and the mask on the same hanger and put it on the door’s hanger to help with what Shura was going to wear and whatnot, the artist soon walked over to her desk, sitting back down on the chair as she started to draw again.

After finishing with the doodle and putting her art supplies on her desk, fixing the paper on her table as she put them in a perfect pile since it was going to bother her if everything wasn’t neat and clean, getting up and stretching out her arms and legs, looking over to the clock to see what time it was. Almost dinner time and then it’s bedtime. Shura thought to herself as she headed towards the door, opening it and closing it behind her when she stepped out of her room, leading her to the staircase.

She soon walked to the kitchen she came downstairs, looking around the kitchen to look for anything that she likes to eat or something simple to make. Looking through the cabinets for an easy meal to make, only found some rice and noodles, however, she wasn’t in the mood for rice and noodles. Nothing interesting yet. She thought to herself as she continued to search for a meal, finding some corndogs and TV dinners, which made her shrug as she grabbed two TV dinners that would keep her full.

Sometime later as Shura finished making the two TV dinners, she made a note to herself that she needed to go out to the store and get more food and drinks. She took her plate out to the dining room and sat at the table, placing her plate down and sitting down on the chair. Shura soon starts to eat her small dinner, turning on the TV with the remote that was on the table, where she had left it last night. Putting on a show that she likes to watch, noticing a countdown on the bottom of the screen, one week until Halloween.

“Halloween is just around the corner and we’re just playing some Halloween-themed music.” A female voice said over the TV as soon as commercials started to play, which annoyed Shura since she wanted to have none-commercials popping up during her dinner time, shrugging her shoulders as she went back to eating her dinner, only getting done a few minutes later as the show came back on, looking up at the clock to check the time. “I still have a few minutes before bedtime, it wouldn’t hurt to watch some T.V.” She rubs the back of her head.

Shura switches the TV off as she places the remote back down on the table, gets up from her spot, and picks up her dirty plate, walking into the kitchen to put her plate and silverware that she used into the sink before walking out of the kitchen. She soon went back upstairs to her room, wanting to get ready for bedtime, although she wanted to text Katsuki goodnight and she’d see him tomorrow. Hey, sorry for not texting back… I have been drawing all day, so Goodnight, and I’ll see you tomorrow. She sent the text to her boyfriend.

It’s fine, I have been training all day and went to the Halloween store to get my costume for the dance. Katsuki had texted her back, which made her feel glad that he didn’t mind. What did you get? Shura was now curious about her boyfriend’s costume, wondering what he had chosen to be for the Halloween party, looking at her phone as she waited for his text. A werewolf, even though I’m already a werewolf, but whatever. A werewolf? That was an interesting choice for Katsuki. Shura couldn’t help but giggle as she held her phone to her chest with a wide smile.

~Timeskip to the Halloween party~

After a week had passed and days had gone by, today was the day for the Halloween party, and everyone was in costume. Shura sat next to Katsuki during Home Economics class as Miss. Amura starts teaching her classroom, and the couple seems to notice that their teacher is wearing a witch costume, along with her niece. “Now class, we’re going make homemade candy for the Halloween party tonight, each student will be paired up with their partners that they are sitting next to,” Amilia explained to her class.

Shura became excited as she always dreamed of making homemade treats and whatnot, she also was excited because she was being paired with her boyfriend, who seemed annoyed with the idea, although he shook his head as he didn’t mind being paired up with his girlfriend. “This is exciting, we’re going to make treats for the party tonight.” She smiled up at her boyfriend, and he returned the smile to her. “Yeah, but it’s going to be a bit annoying.” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders as they receive the recipe for the candy that they’re going to make.

Shura and Katsuki started to make the candy which was easy to do, the two looked at their hard work as Amilia had come to check out with a clipboard in her hands. “You guys did great on these, alright children, it takes to take these sweets to the gym.” The teacher soon instructed her students to pick up the desserts that they had made for the Halloween party, Shura and Katsuki followed behind their teacher, although they could hear music from the hallway. “Alright students, go inside and put the sweets down and enjoy the party!” Amilia smiles wide.

Both Shura and Katsuki followed behind Midoriya and Ochaco, the lights were off while the show lights were lighting up the way to the dance floor and there were some nightstand lamps on the tables with the food and drinks on them, Shura was handed the tray before Katsuki kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting over there, okay?” He placed a hand on top of her head, patting it softly. “Okay.” Shura smiled at her boyfriend before he lifted his hand off of her head, nodding his head before walking over to his only friend, Kirishima to talk a bit.

Placing the tray on the table had been an easy task for her as she placed it down near her friend’s desserts, rubbing her forehead as she went to find Katsuki, who was still talking to Kirishima about hero-related things, although she couldn’t help but smile as her boyfriend became annoyed and was ready to use his quirk. “Kacchan!” Shura soon latched onto his arm with a sneaky smile on her face. “Come and dance.” She added as she tagged onto her boyfriend’s arm, dragging him onto the dance floor. The two soon started to dance once they were on the dance floor, although it surprised Shura that Katsuki knew how to dance. “This is the best Halloween ever.” She couldn’t help but snuggle into Katsuki’s chest with a small blush on her face but with a smile, soon enough Katsuki pulled her into a hug. “It’s been the best Halloween because you’re here.” He soon kissed her forehead. This is our sweet treat. She couldn’t help but smile wide as she and Katsuki continued to dance on the dance floor, making it a memory for them both. ~

This is an AU where the characters are monsters, a Halloween special! Requested By: BlueRose86 Word Count: 1,570

[takasaart]

Some silly doodles of my selfinsert and All Smite

I still haven't figured out how to draw him, so I tried to change something every time. Anyway, these sketches bring me joy, so I don't care about his transformations lmao

[jbwashere]

STORY: Let's try this again.

The story begins at the sports festival... Introducing to the story is Danshin Rikifumi, a general course student from class 1-C, and today was the day the story shifted from its original point to them. I decided to redo Danshin's introduction since her story has changed a lot since I started this account. Do I plan on continuing this? It depends if I'm up for it, so don't keep your expectations high. I am thinking about making a part 2 to this tho. We'll have to see. Disclaimer: All backgrounds are from the anime except for the Present Mic announcement part. I made that.

[angelicsatin]

Novocaineˋ⬬⬬̀ | Nora Kane ༉‧₊˚. | BNHA OC

commission by @ kyatchiko on instagram <3

Full Name: Nora Kane Villian Alias: Novocaine Age: 20 (S1) 21 (War Arc) Birthday: November 26 Zodiac: Sagittarius Height: 4’11 or 150 cm Gender: Cis female Sexuality: Polyamorous Bisexual Blood Type: AB Status: Alive Affiliation(s): The League of Villians Romantic Interest(s): Shigaraki Tomura/Tenko Shimura, Dabi/Toya Todoroki, & Hawks/Keigo MBTI: INTJ Enneagram: 4w5

Random Facts ⁩.ᐟ.ᐟ

Nora attended middle school alongside Hawks/Keigo

She was raised being taught by her mother, who shared a similar quirk, that it was ‘evil’ and never to use it.

Joined the League of Villains two months before the USJ attack

Does not participate in the USJ attack

AFO ordered Shigaraki and the league to seek her out to have her join due to her quirk

Shares a room with Shigaraki.

Keeps her Hawks Pro Hero Figurine collection in her and Shigaraki’s messy room.

Hawks is the only Hero Nora trusts.

Sees Toga as a little sister.

Is considered a ‘burn-out’ by her parents.

Has an AU where she starts a band within the league.

Introverted and a recluse.

Causes drama and acts as a mediator – depending on the day.

She is not that strong, but she is agile and strategic.

In my ‘Band AU,’ she’s the vocalist/frontman

Her glasses are her support gear, provided by the doctor.

Likes: The League, Hand-Held Video Games, Leisure Time, Smoking, Pulling All-Nighters, Collecting both anime & Pro Hero Hawks figurines, Horror Films & Manga, Heights, etc

Dislikes: Her Family, Quirk Discrimination, Oranges, Rubber / Elastic Bands, Lightning, Bright Lights or Direct Sunlight, Hero Society & Culture, Hot Temperatures, etc

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little re-intro to my main bnha oc, aka my s/i oc <3 just basic info this time

[mrruyuan]

Here's more ocxcannon or self-insert art!

If you don't like this type of content, then please just ignore it and pretend that it has never existed. Thank you! :D

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Hey, Lovelies. Sorry that I've been MIA, I'm kinda going through it and it's been impacting my motivation to write. I am hoping to drag myself out of this funk and get some new stuff out for y'all, though.. Just know that I love and appreciate all of you. <3

Azusa’s brain can’t even fully register what just happened. In the twenty years that she’s been on this godforsaken earth, never has Enji Todoroki ever laid a hand on her. His brand of abuse has strictly been mental and emotional. She’s never even been spanked. But as her brain short-circuits and she cradles her throbbing cheek with one hand, she’s in complete shock. Sounds become muffled and her vision takes on a distortion that makes everything seem surreal. Azusa doesn’t even feel like she’s in her body as she stands up to run out of the room. Enji’s voice rings in her ears, but he sounds distant and his words echo through her mind as she flees.

Unconsciously slamming Enji’s office door behind her, Azusa nearly slams into Bakugo. The two Rangers share a brief look; Bakugo’s eyes wide and an uncharacteristic concern blanketing his features, while Azusa’s face is stuck with shock and her eyes are swimming with fear along with so much more. Before Bakugo can even get a word out of his opening mouth, Azusa bolts for the elevator.

Azusa tries with every conscious thread that she can grasp onto to hold herself together for the entire elevator ride back to the floor her bunk is on. Her chest feels tight and her throat hurts from the strain of swallowing down her sobs and whimpers. When the elevator finally stops she stumbles out of it, ignoring the concerned and off-put looks from others around her as she rushes toward her room. She barely notices Aizawa leaning against the wall next to the door to her bunk, let alone fully registers his voice commanding those around to move on.

Azusa’s entire body is shaking as she struggles to unlock her door and when she finally does, she practically falls into her room. Aizawa catches her before she collapses, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly to his chest. He manages to close the door and the sound of it shutting finally triggers Azusa to break down.

Her sobs come out as choked wails of anguish only muffled by Aizawa’s newly tear-stained shirt. Her hands fist the back of Aizawa’s shirt, her knuckles white from how tight her grip is. She can hear Aizawa trying to speak to her, but his voice sounds like he’s underwater and she can’t think beyond every emotion crashing into her. Her cheek throbs with white-hot, tingling pain every time her face scrunches from another gut-wrenching sob. Suddenly she’s being moved, Aizawa guiding her to her bed and urging her to sit.

“Nonononono, please! Please don’t leave! Please, please, please!” She begs through sobs as she feels Aizawa peeling himself away from her.

Aizawa’s slimmer form gets replaced by someone’s bulkier, more muscular form but Azusa clings to them all the same. It doesn’t take much conscious thought to know that whoever this new person is, isn’t her father. Hesitant arms wrap around her in what would be an awkward and embarrassing hug if she were in her right mind. But she isn’t, instead her entire being is shattering as she wails into an assumed stranger’s chest.

“I’m sorry, kid.. Just, both of you stay here, I’ll be right back.” Aizawa’s apologetic tone cuts through the sound of Azusa’s blood rushing in her ears. She chokes on more pleas for him not to leave and flinches at the sound of her door closing. The arms wrapped around her tighten, but it does little to soothe her rampant emotions.

“H-he hi-hit m-m-me, h-he fucking h-it me..” Azusa stutters out as her shaking increases and her sobs become more guttural.

“I.. I know.” A male voice quietly rasps out and it’s a voice that Azusa is all too fucking familiar with. She tears herself away from the body that she had been pathetically clinging to as mortification shoves its way past all of the other emotions that have torn to the surface. Azusa and the man she’s despised the last two years stare at each other with matching looks of shock. Bakugo’s shock being from her sudden retreat, and Azusa’s shock being from realizing just who she’s been breaking down in front of.

“Ge-get ou-out,” Azusa whispers hoarsely as painful sobs still fall from her mouth, her body subconsciously backing up to the corner of the bed and beginning to curl into itself.

Confused exasperation contorts Bakugo’s features, “No, I- Marshal Aizawa said to-”

“Get out! Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” Azusa begins shouting, choking on sobs and wincing from the pain radiating from her cheek. Her hands come up to grip her hair at the roots as she continues shouting, probably looking like a complete lunatic.

“Todor-” Bakugo tries calling out to Azusa, but using her surname only seems to make her state worsen if the way she shouts “no” over and over again is anything to go off of.

“Damn it- Azusa! I’m not leavin’! I’ve been right on the other side of the door both times he’s yelled at you this week! I’ve been inside your fuckin’ head! I ain’t leavin’ you here like this knowin’ what I know!” Bakugo yells over her shouts.

Between her frayed emotions and her shattered mental state, Azusa doesn’t have it in her to keep arguing with Bakugo. Her throat feels like she’s swallowing glass and there’s a metallic taste on her tongue, but her wails keep coming. Her hands abandon their grip on her hair and move to cover her face. Her pain is intensified as her hand presses against her bruised cheek, but she buries her face in her hands anyway.

“Fuck,” Bakugo curses quietly with tired exasperation already stretched way past his emotionally-stunted limits.

Bakugo unties and kicks his boots off before cautiously crawling across the bed toward Azusa. Feeling the mattress shift, she recoils tighter into herself but Bakugo reluctantly ignores the action. Bakugo situates himself next to her and leans back against the wall, stretching his legs out. He spreads them out and gently pulls Azusa into the space between them, avidly ignoring how embarrassed and awkward the position makes him feel. She resists a bit but ultimately relents to lean her body against the front of his, her head resting against his chest as she continues to shake and sob. Bakugo lets his head fall back to softly rest against the wall and he looks up to the ceiling as a heavy sigh leaves him.

Azusa flinches slightly when Bakugo’s arms wrap around her body, his hands coming up to gently pull hers from her face. She’s starting to feel the exhaustion creep in but she can’t stop crying and all of the pain she’s feeling, emotional and physical, won’t relent. Her sobs have calmed down the tiniest bit, at least to the point that she isn’t choking on them anymore and she can kind of breathe.

“I-I wish th-that day w-would have ha-happened the way tha-that i-it should h-have..” Azusa cries and stutters out, and she feels Bakugo’s breath hitch in his chest.

“Don’t say shit like that.” Bakugo says in a quietly firm tone after a moment of silence, and it’s all Azusa needs to know that he understands what day she’s talking about.

“I-I mean it.. Y-you al-ready know..” Azusa cries with anguish.

Suddenly, her bunk door opens causing both her and Bakugo to startle. Aizawa walks in and Azusa wastes no time in detaching herself from Bakugo’s hold, and moving to the edge of the bed toward one of the only people in the world that’s ever made her feel safe and comforted.

“He already knows what, kid?” Aizawa questions, softly for Azusa’s sake, as he makes his way toward her with an ice pack in hand.

Aizawa hands the ice pack to Azusa, quietly telling her to gently hold it against her face. She takes the ice pack without a word, doing as she was instructed as she leans forward to rest her forehead against his chest. Aizawa may not have ever had kids of his own, but with Azusa being like a daughter to him, or at the very least a niece, he feels comfortable enough to be soft around her. Comfortable enough to let her cry against him, and to soothingly run a hand over her hair to try to calm her crying.

Aizawa’s eyes shift from Azusa to Bakugo who sits in place with a shaken look on his face. Bakugo’s eyes connect with Aizawa’s but all he does is silently shake his head at the Marshal’s questioning gaze. Aizawa lets out a quiet and tired sigh before looking down at Azusa, noticing that the poor girl’s sobs have finally calmed down to a less intense level of crying.

“Zusa, you should try to get some rest. You’ve been through a lot today, kid. Let your mind take a break for a bit,” Aizawa gently suggests and Azusa’s hand curls tighter into the bit of his shirt that she's gripping weakly at his side.

“H-he hit m-me, Sh-shota.. s-sl-slapped m-me.. I-I’ve never s-seen him so an-angry.. I-I’m usually s-so careful t-to not m-make h-him so-” Azusa stutters out weakly sounding absolutely broken.

“Sshh, sshh, Azusa, I know..” Aizawa says with forced calm, his inner rage reaching a boiling point with how fed up he is with Enji. “Bakugo, you can go. I’m going to stay with her a bit until she falls asleep, then I have some business to take care of.” Aizawa says, looking at Bakugo who still hasn’t moved from his spot or wiped the shaken look off of his face.

Bakugo seems to snap back into reality at Aizawa’s words and he forces a look of neutrality on his face, “Sir, I.. I don’t have anything that requires my attention at the moment. I can stay with her while you go attend to.. business.” Bakugo's voice is even as he speaks, but his fists clench tightly where they rest and his eyes burn with anger.

Aizawa studies him for a moment, pondering if that would be a good decision, but then he feels Azusa’s hand release it’s grip some and her body slumps a bit. He can feel a barely-there nod against his chest and he takes that as her being okay with that course of action.

“Fine. But if she needs me to come back here then I expect you to call me immediately. You may have been inside her head a couple of times now, Bakugo, but you don’t know what she’s had to deal with or the shit I’ve had to keep my mouth shut about, per her request, all of these years.” Aizawa’s slightly threatening tone makes Bakugo’s eyes widen a bit, but he nods his head in understanding. Aizawa gently urges Azusa to lean back and he carefully pulls her hand away from her face to inspect her swollen cheek. Anger blazes in his eyes and his jaw clenches, but he remains soft and careful in his movements and words of reassurance.

“Keep that ice on there for a bit longer, then try to get some rest okay, kid? I’ll come back in a bit with something from the Mess Hall.” Aizawa says quietly as he meets Azusa’s eyes.

“Okay.. Thank you, Shota,” Azusa quietly rasps out and reluctantly pulls away from him completely. Aizawa accepts the thanks with as much brokenhearted grace as he can muster as he gently pats her head a couple of times before stepping back.

“Bakugo, a moment?” Aizawa demands slightly as he opens the door. Bakugo is quick to get off of Azusa’s bed, leaving her with room to lay down and pull the blanket over herself, and he follows Aizawa to just outside of the bunk.

“I don’t know what kind of reconciliation or cease fire you two have put into place for the time being, but do not pick a fight with her right now,” Aizawa borderline threatens once again. “And we will be discussing what exactly you both were talking about right before I got back. Understood, Ranger?”

“Yes, Sir,” Bakugo says, slightly intimidated, and Aizawa firmly nods before turning to walk away.

“Oh, and Marshal?” Bakugo calls out making Aizawa pause and turn around, “Give him hell.” Bakugo says with angered seriousness.

Aizawa gives him another more determined nod before turning back around and walking away. Bakugo walks back into Azusa’s bunk and tries to close the door as quietly as he can, not wanting to startle her.

Azusa is lying on her side, her uninjured cheek squished against her pillow, and occasional shivers run down her body both from the cold ice pack and her fried emotions. She can feel her mind sinking into the safety that numbness promises and she looks up at Bakugo with almost emotionless eyes. She can only imagine the mess that she looks like right now, but at this point she finds herself uncaring.

“You can sit wherever you’d like, just don’t go through my shit.” Azusa rasps out and Bakugo gives an annoyed roll of his eyes before sitting himself down in her desk chair.

“Why the hell would I want to do that? We’re co-pilots, remember? Being inside your brain is enough.” Bakugo snarks, albeit with less heat than usual, and Azusa would roll her eyes if she had the strength.

A few moments of silence passes by before Azusa speaks again, “Anything you tell Sho- Marshal Aizawa won’t be anything he hasn’t heard directly from me before.. So, if you were stressed or something about the talk you guys will be having later, then don’t be.”

Bakugo looks at her with slightly widened eyes both from her admittance and from the near-emotionless tone of her voice. He schools his expression back into one of neutrality as he crosses his arms and looks at the ceiling, “Wasn’t stressed about it, so just try to sleep, ‘kay?”

“Whatever, Bakugo,” Azusa quietly replies, her eyes drifting shut. There’s another moment of silence before Bakugo catches what she says just barely above a whisper;

“Thank you..”

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Azusa groggily wakes up some time later to the sound of her bunk door opening and the hushed sound of voices talking. One of her eyes opens with ease while the other struggles to open halfway due to the swelling from her injured cheek. She groans as a yawn tries to escape her mouth, her cheek and the sore muscles underneath fiercely protesting such an action. The low voices quiet as Azusa slowly sits up, her fingers running through her hair attempting to tame it.

Everything that happened earlier tries to batter her freshly awakened brain, but Azusa is quick to throw up her walls despite how weak they are. “What time is it?” She asks without looking at the other two people in her room, her voice still hoarse yet emotionless. She hears the familiar sound of Aizawa’s signature tired sigh and her eyes shift to look at him.

“Bakugo, just go. They’re still serving food in the Mess Hall, then you need to get some rest, you both will be attempting another Drift trial tomorrow.” Aizawa says to Bakugo before turning to Azusa.

Azusa watches as Bakugo clenches his fists and his teeth grit together. She woke up too late to catch any significant pieces of the two’s conversation, but judging by Bakugo’s obvious agitation it wasn’t anything light. The blonde doesn’t put up much of a fight as he leaves Azusa’s bunk without a word, closing the door surprisingly calmly behind him as he goes.

“It’s a little past seven. I brought you some food, it’s not anything fancy just whatever was easy to carry.” Aizawa quietly informs her, stepping closer then sitting at the edge of her bed. “..You feeling a bit better after some rest, kid?”

Azusa silently takes the food from Aizawa’s hands and numbly unwraps the sandwich, “I feel fine. Thanks for the food.” She says, her tone still blank but she visibly winces as she takes a small bite of her sandwich.

Aizawa looks at her with a sad look in his eye and another sigh, “I know that you’re not fine, kid. You don’t have to shut down like this, not in front of me. Here, take these pain meds and drink some water.”

Azusa’s walls begin to crumble at Aizawa’s gentle tone and her hands shake as she sets her sandwich down, then takes the pain pills and water bottle. She chokes down the medicine and water as her whole body begins to tremble from the force of trying to hold back more sobs. Picking up her sandwich again she tries to continue eating, ignoring the tears starting to roll down her face.

Aizawa raises one of his arms, silently extending the offer of comfort that he knows Azusa needs right now. She doesn’t waste any time in repositioning herself, abandoning her sandwich to cling to Aizawa’s side. She buries her face into his chest despite her cheek screaming in pain.

A million thoughts race through her mind, battering against her skull as she cries. Is she really cut out for this? Would Toya be disappointed in her? Would she really be all that upset if Enji kicked her out of the Jaeger program? Why is Enji so angry at her all the time? Has she really pushed him to his limits? Is he going to hit her again? She.. she wishes..

“I wish you were my dad instead of him..” Azusa’s thoughts begin pouring from her mouth in broken stutters. “E-Enji hates me! Every m-move I make sets him off! I-I-I don’t get it! Wh-why have kids if you were going to make it clear that they were unwanted in the first place??”

Azusa can feel Aizawa’s breath hitch and his arm wraps around her tighter. As his other arm comes up to wrap around her, Azusa catches sight of his hand. It’s visibly swollen and his knuckles look split but they aren’t bleeding, at least not anymore. Distantly, a sick satisfaction settles in the back of her mind thinking about the shiner Enji must be sporting right now.

“I’m so sorry, kid.. sorry that you got stuck with a monster for a father.. sorry that I’ve kept my stupid mouth shut about his behaviors for so long.. I feel that I’ve failed you just as much as he has..” Aizawa says quietly, his defeat and guilt evident in his tone. He hugs her tighter and gently rests his chin on the top of her head.

Azusa shakes her head slightly, “Please don’t.. y-you’ve helped me and my siblings a lot over the years.. They wouldn’t, and I don’t, blame you for not wanting to interfere with another person’s career even with how that person treats their family.. it’s not like there’s ever been much proof.. except for now, I guess, since he’s decided to start getting physical..” She whispers out between sniffles and her unending crying.

Aizawa cringes slightly at Azusa’s words, but he knows that she’s right. Enji’s game has always been verbal abuse behind closed doors. There hasn’t been a chance to get proof in the past, but even now it would difficult to prove that it was Enji that hit Azusa. It’s an overall shitty situation.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything more, his heart hurting for Azusa. He just continues to hold her tightly as he ponders reporting Enji and whether or not the rest of the Todoroki family would be okay with that.

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[al-waystired]

* reincarnation for dummies

------ Playlist cover for my BNHA fanfic, Reincarnation for Dummies

[ardillarabiosa06]

Hoy no fue un buen día y no tengo mucha energía, pero hey, termine este pequeño edit y me siento orgulloso de haber terminado algo hoy.

[octentaya]

“I want to see the beach”

An unfinished comic from 2020. I had to go back and change Aya’s pronouns cuz even though this was made before I changed their gender, i had to change it. So thats why they are drawn in their old design but still being referred to they/them

I might go back and redo this comic one day. The idea i had for it was cute

Read from left to right

[kristamagness]

Another OC insert

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, break-up, toxic relationship, crazy ex-boyfriend, intrusive thoughts, anger issues

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesn’t know what he has before it’s gone…

You told him you were leaving, but it didn’t dawn on him that’s what you’d meant. He was deep in-game—he couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either. 

Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silence—feeling a little put off at the sight of his room—how even in the dim light, it’s a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadn’t this time—no, there’s old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. It’s a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck. 

The drawer he’d dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freak—unlike him. Suppose that would be something you’d do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.

Oh, well. He shoots you a “gn bby” on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleep—smiles a bit as he does so—it’s nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.

He wakes up late in the day. You’re not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phone—you didn’t reply last night. It isn't that weird—you were probably already asleep at that point. But why didn’t you answer when you woke up? There’s no way you’re still asleep, right? 

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“gm,” he sends—contemplates asking you what’s up but doesn’t. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.

The entire day goes by, and you still don’t answer. He doesn’t take it too hard. But he won’t deny being a bit miffed.

It’s when three days go by that he’s well and truly confused. He’s sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that he’d been blocked. 

What the fuck’s going on with you?

He thinks back to the last time he saw you. What did you even say? He can’t remember. Something about being tired—something, something—I’m leaving.

He swallows thickly. No… No way, that’s what you meant, right? No, can’t be. You love him. You’re his pretty girlfriend. The one that comes with his food and later comes back for his bowl. The one that sucks his dick under his desk as he goes on a kill streak. The warm pillow he uses when he finally drags his bad posture to the bed and falls asleep.

No. Where the fuck are you? Are you sick or something? Yeah, must be, right? So delirious you’ve managed to block him somehow. You were probably only trying to call him back. You were never so tech-savvy—a fever must have worsened it. He should go to you. He can bring his pc. Or no, he can get you and bring you back here. Yeah, that would be easier.

He calls your roommate, tells her he’s coming, and asks her to let you know to get ready.

“What are you talking about?” she says through a piece of gum—her voice all dull as if bothered to have picked up the phone. Or, rather, she sounds a bit drunk. There’s music in the background. “Girl broke up with you, didn’t she?”

His blood runs cold at that. A lump forms in his throat—a thick, unmovable lump that makes him think he’s about to throw up. “N-no, she didn’t.”

“Hey!” she calls out, not to him, though—she’s covered the mic with her hand. He only hears the muted distortion of voices and bass through it before your roommate comes back to him. 

“Sorry—she’s telling me a different story,” she relays, popping her gum in his ear before sneering—or, at least, that’s what he pictures. “Honestly, how long did you think she was gonna put up with cleaning up after you anyway? I know I wouldn’t last half as long as she has.” The lump in his throat grows thicker, swelling up until it's choking him. “Anyway, good luck.”

She hangs up, and he drops his phone. There’s a crack as it hits the floor. And then something wet on his face. Something hot. Something searing as it tracks down his cheeks and drops off like acid onto the floor. 

What should he do? What do you want him to do? To tidy up? He can do that! He’s not some imbecile like your friend makes him out to be who can’t even do the basics of chores. Of course, he can! And so that’s what he does—hands shaking as he tidies. 

It feels foreign, and he’s not even sure where to start. And it quickly proves to be a lot worse than what he’d thought. Beyond stinky clothes and dirty dishes, there’s trash, rotten food, sticky surfaces, and other things he can’t even put a name to. It’s gross, actually. Downright disgusting. How long’s it been like this?

Even after everything’s put in order, there’s a smell that lingers and no end to the dust he has to clean—cringing at the little insects that come crawling out of their hiding spots. Geez—has it really been this bad?

He falls asleep on the floor at some point—having completely forgotten to eat—then wakes up feeling awful the next day. The kitchen is barren, and so he orders take-out. Eats and then goes back to cleaning. There’s still a lot left.

It’s barely recognizable once he’s done. Nice and bright and tidy and clean. There’s a sum of a dozen large black trash bags in the hallway he needs to take out, but other than that, everything’s perfect—perfectly presentable to have you come over again.

Still, he gives it a couple of days. He knows you. You’re going to change your mind. You’re too sweet to be breaking up with him. Too nice. You wouldn’t just leave him, not like this. Yeah, you’re only trying to teach him a lesson—after a while, you’ll come back on your own. You’ll be ecstatic over what he’s done with the place—apologetic even as you tell him you were wrong about him—and then everything will go back to normal. Make-up sex and everything. 

But you don’t. No. You’re nowhere to be seen or found—even after a week’s passed. You’re still gone. And he’s starting to believe you might just be gone for real.

No. He sees what this is. You’re waiting for the grand gesture, aren’t you? He never knew you could be so petty—but it’s actually kind of cute. Fine then. He’ll play along—come crawling to you on his hands and knees with the best apology you’ve ever heard. And then you can end this whole thing.

And so he finds himself at your place, pressing the buzzer, not knowing if he’s catching you at home—if not, he’ll just try again tomorrow, and so on until he does. He hears someone at the other side of the door—they must be looking at him through the peephole. It takes a while before the locks click and open.

“Hey…”

It’s you. 

“Hi,” he smiles in return, happy to see you. He’s been so nervous, but somehow, your face and voice are enough to calm him down.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

Oh, of course. You weren’t expecting him. Still, it feels weird of you not to gush happily over the surprise and rush him inside. It’s not every day he goes outside—you should be a little impressed.

But no, of course, you’re playing the part of fed-up girlfriend—acting hard-to-get. He’s got you—he’ll play his part, so don’t worry.

“I wanted to apologize,” he announces. “I haven’t been a good boyfriend—I see that now. But I’ll be better from now on, I promise—come over, and I’ll prove it to you.”

As far as apologies and promises go, he thinks that sounded pretty smooth—not too desperate, not too demanding. Pretty slick, if he can say so himself.

And so, why aren’t you smiling? He can understand being nervous—so is he—but why do you look guilty?

“That’s really nice. And… I’m really happy you’re looking better. But…” you start, and his gut’s already wrenching. “I think you need more time for yourself to just… enjoy what it’s like to be independent, you know?” 

No, he doesn’t know. What are you saying? And why are you holding onto the doorknob like that? Holding it steady as if you’re planning to shut it as soon as you can—why?

“Thanks for stopping by. It was nice seeing you—it really was. Take care of yourself, okay?”

It’s shutting—his plans—disappearing right before his face. He knows he isn’t owed a second shot, but this isn’t fair. You can’t be serious—are you?

“What? No, wait—” He stops you, weighing his own hand on the door, keeping it open. “Listen, I’m good now. I’ve pulled it together, you’ll see—I’ll come in, and we’ll talk about it.”

You resist, using both hands to almost push the door back on him. “I have company, so—”

“What’s up?” another voice announces himself—deep and presentful. He comes into view behind you—taller than you, taller than him—looking down his nose at him with a raised brow. “Who’s this?”

You look a bit panicked—no, embarrassed. “Oh, uhm—”

Why are you embarrassed? “Who’s that?” The bitterness in his voice surprises even himself—loaded with the same type of spite he seethes with when players use cheats to win.

“He’s an old friend, but he was just leaving,” you say, but you’re not speaking to him. No, you stroke a hand over the guy’s broad chest, looking up at him apologetically before turning back to him again, voice strict in a way he’s never heard, “Bye.”

“But—”

You shut the door. On him. In his face. 

His skin crawls—goosefleshed and chilled. Was that a date? No, right? You have a brother, don’t you? Yes, must be. No way you’re dating. There’s no way, right? It’s only been a week… no way you’ve moved on in only a week, right?

You looked really nice—wearing that sweet blouse with all the little bows and that cute little skirt you’d always wear out on dates. Damn, when was the last time the two of you went on a date? Must be months ago, if he can’t even remember. 

Come to think of it, the two of you would always have sex when you wore that skirt. Yeah, it’s your fuck-me-skirt. Are you going to fuck this guy too now? On the first date? Is it your first date? No, probably not—who has their first date at home? That’s more like a third or even fourth or fifth date, right? Were you dating him while the two of you were still together? Have you been cheating on him all this time? Laughing at him behind his back—talking shit with your bitch-roommate? About what a pathetic loser he is? About how he’s a slob who can’t take care of himself? How he needs you? Have you!?

He shouldn't be texting you all this from a random number. He knows that, but the full realization doesn’t dawn on him before it’s too late, and he’s sent you over a hundred messages, some small and others at such a length they take up more than what the screen allows. What the fuck’s he doing? He’d bought the new sim so that he could contact you in an emergency, not to spam you with accusations like some crazy ex. 

He starts deleting them—in some desperate wishful thinking, with the hope you wouldn’t see them, but then the dotted line starts beating, jumping in taunt. His eyes are wide as he stares at it, holding his breath. Ten seconds pass before it disappears—no message sent.

You blocked him again. And he can’t blame you.

And yet, he can’t let you go, either. 

He spends the first few weeks hauled up at home—his flat becoming as trashed as ever as he doomscrolls all your socials through a fake account. You’ve deleted all the pictures of him—even the ones of yourself when you’ve been with him. There’s no evidence the two of you were even dating.

How could you do this? How could you erase him like this?

He has questions, and he needs answers. You can’t just do this—the two of you haven’t even had the talk—he hasn’t even got to say his side yet!

He just wants to talk to you—why won’t you let him? He just wants you to hear him out. He deserves that much. But since you’re not giving him any option of contacting you, he’s had to resort to medieval methods—lurking outside your apartment like some creep, eyes peeled on your building’s entrance, waiting for you to show.

He’s there for hours, patiently—refusing to go home—thinking he’ll be there all night if he has to.

But then there you are—coming out of the complex, stepping down the alley, dressed all nice for the night. You seem to be in a hurry—are you on your way to another date? Well, wherever you’re going and whoever you’re meeting, they can wait.

“I need to talk—” he doesn’t get the words out.

You’d noticed him following you and tried to out-pace him—make him lose interest. But the area your flat’s situated in is a sketchy one—at least for girls, and you’d made the decision long ago that you’d never walk outside unprepared. And so, as soon as feeling the stranger's hand on your arm, you whip around to maze him right in the face.

“Argh!” he screeches and stumbles back, hands covering his eyes. “Fuck—ow-fuckin’dammit, shit—what the fuck did you do that for? Fuck—”

You were going to make a run for it, but the familiar voice has you halt—wait a minute…

You call his name, and sure enough, it’s him who looks up at you through the teary redness of your pepper spray assault. 

“Oh my god, shit—I’m so sorry—I thought you were a—” you stop yourself. “Fuck—never mind. Come—” You link his arm with yours and lead him back inside the apartment you just left. “I’ll help you rinse—I’m so sorry.”

You rush him to the bathroom, seating him atop the toilet lid as you wet a cloth and start soaking his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it was you—” you apologize again. “Are your eyes okay?”

“Not really,” he hisses through clenched teeth, though steals himself soon after. “But they're getting better…”

His face unswells after a good thirty minutes, after which he’s able to keep his eyes open again—sore and no doubt bloodshot, yet fine, if not for that. You’ve moved him into the living room instead, having done what you could to rinse off your attack—having provided him with an apologetic glass of water. Now sitting with him, waiting for the effects to wear off.

It feels nice to be with you again despite the circumstances—but it’s awkward how you don’t speak.

“You look nice,” he says—trying to break the tension. It’s not as if the two of you are strangers, and so you shouldn’t act like it.

“Oh, I’m going to a party—roomie’s already there, so…” you say, sitting at the edge of your seat. “If you’re okay, I should probably head out… soon.”

A silence fills his head, as well as the room—a heavy stillness before a single word leaves him. “What?” His face sinks—part confusion, part offense, and something else—something that makes his voice come out accusatory and outraged, “You maze me in the face, and you’re just gonna fuck off to a party?”

Your eyes widen.“Well… it’s—”

“No—what the fuck?” He stands abruptly. His head’s so empty except for the blinding darkness slowly overtaking it—leaving him feeling boiling and all but nuclear. “That’s all I get? Are you fucking serious?” He’s shouting now—and then he’s on you, with one hand fisting your pretty dress and another around your throat. “First, you dump me without warning, assault me like some maniac, give me a lousy apology, and then tell me to fuck off? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

You splutter his name and push, but it’s like fighting a wall.

“Where are you actually going dressed like that, huh? What’s so fucking important? Is it another date? What, with that same oaf I saw here last time? Or is it someone new already? I know how flighty you can be. I mean, fuck, I knew you were a little freaky, but I didn’t know I was dating a fucking slut!”

His strength comes as a complete and utter devastating shock. You’d think sitting in a chair all day would make any muscle obsolete—but the hands holding you don’t right now is more than anything you could hope to fight against.

“Stop! Get off me—” you cry, thrashing hopelessly as he lifts your dress and rips your lace panty down your thighs. 

A growl in his voice and nothing but rage on his face.

“If anyone can get it—I might as well help myself.”

♡ INSPO

♡ BNHA – Shigaraki, Dabi, Denki, Kirishima ♡ BLLK – Nagi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[chloeriversongwrites]

[Fluff] Katsuki Bakugou X Shura Ikitsuki Outdoors

Katsuki had been planning on taking Shura on a date, even though it was more of an outdoor date than going to the movies or going to restaurants. Having two hiking bags packed and ready for tomorrow while making sure that everything else was ready for the outing, sure enough, his mother had made food for tomorrow for them to have, along with cold water. I should text Shura and let her know that we’re going to leave in the morning. He thought to himself while pulling out his phone, going through his contacts until he found his girlfriend’s contact name and number, typing away on his phone to send her a text.

‘Hey, I have everything ready for our date tomorrow, but we’re leaving in the morning and I’ll be picking you up.’ Katsuki hit the send button as he plugged his phone to charge it, only having it on vibrate mode since the ringtones were annoying to deal with, along with the fact that he didn’t want to bother downloading an app that allows him to change the default ringtone to something else. Soon his phone started to vibrate when he lay down on his bed, making him grab his phone and turn it on to see his girlfriend’s reply to his text. ‘Alright, I can wait! *Smiley Face*.’ Shura’s text made the explosion quirk the user’s heart melt.

The morning had risen and Katsuki was packing the food and water into a cooler bag that would keep the food and drinks cold, even though he attended to putting cooling packets in case, running a hand through his hair while making sure that he had everything packed and ready to go, along with checking his pockets to make sure that he has his phone and house key. “I’m off, be back before sunset.” He told his parents before leaving the house, closing the door before his parents could say anything, pulling his phone out, and starting to text Shura. ‘I’m on my way to get you, make sure you bring a jacket since it’s going to be a cold morning.’ He soon hit send.

‘Alright, I’ll be wearing the jacket that you got me.’ Shura was a fast typer when it came to cell phones, making the blonde-haired male question everything but shook his head softly, putting his phone away so he could shift the backpack on his back to make sure it wasn’t irritating him, along with the strips as well; double-checking everything once more before he could walk again. Katsuki wanted this date to be perfect for Shura since the two had been together a whole year, but now he could take her on a date since the school had given them some days off to spend time with their family and friends.

After arriving at Shura’s house and knocking on the door, he heard footsteps coming down from the other side of the door, only to back away for safety reasons. Shura opens the door with warm and comfortable clothes on, along with the jacket that Katsuki had given her, along with the backpack. “Are you ready to go?” Katsuki asked his girlfriend with a smile on his face, it was really rare to see him smiling. “Yes, I’m ready to go!” Shura replied to her boyfriend with a wide grin on her face, closing the door behind her and making sure the door was tightly closed and it was. “So, where are we going?” She soon asked.

“There’s a hiking trail near the park and it leads to a perfect spot for us to have our lunch,” Katsuki replied to his girlfriend’s question, holding out his hand for her to take, which she did happily. The two soon started to make their way to the park which wasn’t more than a one-minute walk, there was an opening in the treelines and a dirt-like trail that led into the woods more. “Have you ever been on a hiking trail before?” He asked as he looked at the ink quirk user, who shook his head softly before answering. “No, I haven’t been on a hiking trail before.” She tries to remember if she has or not, only shrugging her shoulders softly.

Katsuki nods his head softly before he and Shura start walking again, getting onto the dirt trail and walking beside each other. “Well, consider this your first trial.” He chuckles softly, keeping his paste with his girlfriend’s, being glad that he could take her on a trail and head towards his favorite spot that he usually goes to when he needs a break from walking, but now he could share his special spot with someone special to him. The two stayed close to each other, not wanting to let go while enjoying the beautiful view, listening to birds chirping, and watching small squirrels climbing up the trees.

Shura had wide eyes as she looked around the treelines, sunlight was soon shining through the treetops, through the leaves since there were open spots. She soon looked over to where some squirrels were sitting in the open before disappearing into the bushes and climbing up on the trees. “It’s so lively.” She continued to look around the area they were in. “Yeah, it’s pretty relaxing once you get used to the noise that the small animals make.” Katsuki couldn’t help but smile at his girlfriend’s curiosity and excitement, it made his heart leap out of his chest that he found his special someone and didn’t mind his pride and his tsundere side.

There was an opening to Katsuki’s special spot and it wasn’t too far nor near the entry of the trail, shifting his backpack slightly before looking around the area. “We’re close, just a few steps more.” He knew that they needed a break from walking, plus they could use a nice lunch break and have some time together to enjoy the peace. “Alright, I can’t wait to see what our lunch break is.” Shura giggles happily while letting go of his hand, only to grab his arm and snuggle close to him, feeling him stiffen at the sudden snuggling. A quietness fell in the air while the couple made it to the area where Katsuki would usually go.

A gasp soon escaped from Shura when she first saw the area, it was surrounded by trees that made a circle and there was some sunlight shining through the leaves to make a perfect setting for a date. Katsuki knew that she would like the spot that he had chosen since no one had found this spot before but he did and it had always been his sweet escape when he needed a rest and a place to eat. He sat his pack back on the ground, unzipping the zipper and pulling out a blanket for them to sit on, pulling out the cooler bag that had the food and bottles of water for them to have. “Well, lunch is ready.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he unzipped the cooler bag and opened it.

Shura had taken a seat on the blanket that Katsuki had placed on the ground, becoming comfortable and relaxed while her boyfriend placed a paper plate with a sandwich on it in front of her, along with a water bottle. “Dig in. My mom made the sandwiches.” Katsuki soon took his seat in front of her, having his paper plate with his sandwich in front of him with a bottle of water. The two took their time eating the sandwiches that Mitsuki had made for them, of course, the ink user and her boyfriend’s mother had gotten along very well, even though the mother of Katsuki would embarrass her son by showing Shura his baby picture when he had invited her to his home.

Once they had finished eating and putting away the trash into a small bag that Katsuki had brought with him in case they needed to throw away anything like a paper plate or plastic bottle, Katsuki’s family would separate recycling materials, cans, plastic, and everything else. Soon enough, both Katsuki and Shura sat together and started to snuggle with each other. “This was the best date ever.” Shura had a wide smile on her face, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. “I’m glad that you enjoyed it.” Katsuki smiles happily, snuggling with the love of his life.  ~ This was requested by BlueRose86 Word Count: 1,399

[fizzywashere87]

I DONT MIND THE TAG!! <33

I love that my motivation to write comes back because i wanna write an em insert into mha or like random things we’ve talked about in the oc rants channel

hmm

let’s see

(i hope you guys don’t mind the tags 😋 @nuncscioquidsitamor-13 @fizzywashere87 @soulynummy)

[jbwashere]

This is a day late but THEY'RE HERE!!!

Danshin's story and character have changed a lot during these past few weeks and I wanted to share that and be extra about it.

Hopefully, the supplementary info I wrote gives Danshin's backstory more context. I'm also glad to give a proper(?) Introduction to Danshin's mentor/boss, Kumalocke!

Extra extra notes:

• Danshin met Kumalocke at a small event that was happening at the gym where they were training at and asked her personally if she could train them. Kumalocke hesitated but ultimately agreed.

• Yumie and Iori were Danshin's teammates during the cavalry battle at the sports festival. They are all well acquainted with each other.

Disclaimer: I was inspired by @/_.ratgum._, @/47bnha and @/seized.cirrus ref sheets :>

[angelicsatin]

Novocaine ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა | Nora Kane | T-Shirts! T-Shirts! T-Shirts!

"Open Your Eyes."

couldn't wait to get my self insert oc drawn up for this trend and I couldn't be happier with how she turned out thanks to the incredible artist I commissioned! Nora's t-shirt says 'open your eyes' which is both a reference to her quirk being activated via eye contact and her urging the world to open their eyes to the unfairness of hero society and quirk discrimination. Just felt fitting lol

commission by @ miss_matr1x on instagram !! template by @ wafflekacchan on instagram !!