#Boku no Hero Academia

[piedpip3rrr]

Thee kiddos

[writeriguess]

Hiii i literally love ur work, could i possibly request a katsuki x healer reader where the reader is absolutely oblivious to the special treatment she gets from him? Something like she comes back from the nurses office and says shes hungry and Katsuki grumpily goes to make her some food and the ithers are like ?!?!?!

Unspoken Care

You shuffle back into the common area of the dorms, rubbing your sore shoulder absentmindedly. Recovery Girl had worked her magic, but healing still took a toll on you. The moment you step in, the usual chaos of Class 1-A greets you—Mina and Denki bickering over some game, Todoroki reading quietly, and Iida lecturing Sero about proper posture while eating.

“Back already?” Kirishima grins, noticing you first. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, just a little drained,” you sigh, plopping onto the couch. “And kinda hungry…”

Before anyone can react, Bakugo, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, immediately pushes himself up. “Tch. Idiot,” he mutters before stomping toward the fridge.

The room goes silent.

Kirishima blinks. “Wait.”

Sero tilts his head. “Hold on.”

Mina’s jaw drops. “Did… did he just—?”

You don’t even notice the way the whole room stares in shock as Bakugo starts rummaging through the fridge, pulling out ingredients. His expression is as scowling as ever, but his movements are decisive, purposeful.

“Uh…” You tilt your head. “Bakugo?”

“What?” he snaps, not looking at you.

You blink. “What are you doing?”

He slams a pan onto the stove. “Making you food, dumbass. What does it look like?”

Another round of stunned silence. Denki, who had been sipping his drink, chokes on it. “What the hell?”

You, completely oblivious, just nod. “Oh. Thanks!”

Mina grabs your arm, eyes wide. “Girl.”

You blink at her. “What?”

Sero gestures wildly at Bakugo, who’s already chopping vegetables with practiced ease. “Since when does he just, y’know, cook for people?”

“He’s always liked cooking,” you say, shrugging.

“That’s not the point!” Kirishima waves his hands dramatically. “The point is, he’s doing it for you.”

You frown in confusion. “Yeah, because I said I was hungry?”

Everyone collectively groans. Even Todoroki looks slightly amused.

“Bro,” Denki says, rubbing his temples. “Bakugo never just makes food for people when they say they’re hungry.”

“He’s done it for me before,” Kirishima tries to argue, but Mina shoots him a look.

“No, he’s shared food with you. That’s different.” She turns back to you, eyes practically sparkling. “You’re getting the special treatment.”

You tilt your head, not understanding. “Huh?”

Kirishima leans forward. “He likes you, dumbass.”

Bakugo stiffens at the stove, grip tightening on the spatula. “The hell did you just say, Shitty Hair?”

“See?! He’s getting defensive!” Sero points, grinning.

You stare at Bakugo, the gears in your head turning at a snail’s pace. “Wait…”

Mina grabs your shoulders. “Don’t you get it? This is like, rom-com level affection! He’s totally into you!”

Your face heats up. “N-No way, he’s just—”

Bakugo suddenly turns, face red, and shoves a plate into your hands. “Eat, dumbass,” he grumbles, looking away.

You blink down at the perfectly plated food—warm, steaming, obviously made with care.

Kirishima leans closer. “He even arranged it nicely. Dude, just confess already.”

Bakugo grabs a dish towel and whips it at Kirishima’s head. “Shut the hell up!”

Everyone bursts into laughter while you stare at the plate, heart pounding. Maybe—just maybe—they had a point.

[loveariddle]

some more mhas

[ananayellow]

figure skater Toga x wrestler Ochako

[megumismyhusband]

you’ve been locked in a tower for years.

and yet, the moment you spot the man climbing up the side of the tower, your first thought isn’t what the hell is he doing here or how do I stop him or is he some thief trying to rob me.

it’s more like: is this what freedom feels like?

you sit there, watching as the man makes his way up, all confident and smug, like he owns the world. something about his cocky grin makes your chest tighten. he’s definitely not a normal person.

he finally reaches the top, and your hands tighten around the edge of the window as he peeks his head over the ledge.

“oh, great,” he mutters, brushing his hair out of his face. “another damn tower.”

you blink. “who are you?”

he looks at you like you’re the one who just asked a stupid question. “the name’s katsuki. who the hell are you?”

your jaw drops slightly. “you climbed up here—without permission?”

“yeah. what of it?”

you stand up, grabbing the frying pan you keep tucked away (you’re not stupid, you know how to defend yourself). “i’m gonna have to knock you out if you try anything funny.”

he raises an eyebrow. “do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“do you know how ridiculous you sound climbing into someone’s tower?” you shoot back.

he shrugs, still standing there, like he couldn’t care less that he’s in someone’s home. “i wasn’t planning on being a good guy today.”

you narrow your eyes at him, gripping the frying pan tighter. “you should’ve thought of that before breaking into my home.”

katsuki glances around, seemingly trying to find something to occupy his attention. “i’m just trying to hide from some people. didn’t expect to find a princess up here.”

your eyebrows shoot up at the word princess. “i’m not a princess,” you snap. “i’m just trapped here.”

he quirks a grin at that. “sounds pretty princess-like to me.”

you sigh, turning your back on him and walking toward the corner. “whatever. just… stay out of my way.”

he snorts but doesn’t follow. instead, he walks around, casually inspecting the room with the disinterest of someone who’s seen it all.

you’re not sure why, but there’s something about him that feels different than all the other intruders who’ve come into your tower. there’s a confidence to him, yes, but also an edge—like he’s not afraid of anything, but he’s got something to hide.

—

after a little awkward silence, he finally speaks.

“what are you doing up here, anyway?”

you look up from your window, your hand absentmindedly tracing the long strands of your hair. “i paint. i… i always wanted to see the floating lights.”

“the what?”

“the floating lights,” you repeat, your voice soft. “they float up every year, the night of my birthday. no one ever told me why. but… i want to see them. one day.”

he glances at you, and for the first time, there’s a spark of something softer in his eyes. “and you’ve never been outside?”

you shake your head. “no. never. i’ve tried. but—” you pause, pulling your legs up to your chest. “i don’t know how to leave. i don’t know what to do.”

there’s a long silence, and you’re not sure if it’s pity or something else, but katsuki finally shrugs.

“how about i help you?”

you blink, stunned. “what?”

“i’ll take you to see these damn lights of yours,” he says, crossing his arms. “just one night. that’s it.”

your heart skips a beat. “you would do that?”

he smirks, his usual cocky grin returning. “you’re not the only one trapped here. i���ve got my own reasons for needing to disappear for a while. so let’s call it even. you don’t kill me, and i take you to the lights.”

you hesitate, your fingers twitching nervously. this is crazy. he’s a total stranger. but there’s something in his eyes… something that feels like trust. or maybe hope.

“okay,” you say, finally. “okay, let’s go.”

—

the day passes in a blur of frantic packing, hasty escapes, and the feeling that this is your first taste of freedom.

katsuki’s the one who leads the way, even if he grumbles under his breath about “getting out of this place before anyone finds us.” you follow him, every step feeling like you’re walking out of the only life you’ve ever known and into something else—something real.

you don’t notice the first time his gaze lingers a little too long. maybe it’s while you’re laughing at something stupid, sunlight hitting your cheeks just right. or when you’re brushing your hair back behind your ear as you look up at the sky. it’s fleeting—barely there—but his expression changes.

a small, teeny tiny smile. the kind you’d miss if you blinked.

he doesn’t say anything about it. he just walks a little closer beside you, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

—

the boat ride down the river is quiet. the lights above start to flicker, rising like stars stretching their wings.

you’re almost there.

you’ve never seen anything like it. the sky is full of floating lanterns, glowing softly in the night.

you sit at the bow of the boat, staring up at the lights with wide eyes. you could reach out and touch them if you wanted to. you could feel them.

“this is… this is amazing,” you whisper.

katsuki’s gaze is on you, not the sky. his lips quirk into that same soft, secret smile. “yeah. i guess it is.”

you look at him then, really look at him. and maybe it’s the lanterns, or the water, or how your heart is racing, but something feels different. like this moment matters.

“you’re not like anyone i’ve met.”

you smile back, breathless. “neither are you.”

you both sit there, eyes locked. the world feels too still. too quiet.

katsuki reaches out slowly, almost unsure, brushing your hand with his. when you don’t pull away, he links your fingers with his, gently. like it means something.

“hey,” he murmurs, barely loud enough to hear over the water.

you look up, lips parting.

“can i—” he leans in, slow, cautious, voice dropping lower—“kiss you?”

your answer is a breathless nod.

and then he’s kissing you, tender and slow and so incredibly soft you forget how to breathe.

it’s not rushed. it’s not wild. it’s careful.

like he’s memorizing every second of it.

his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking just under your eye as he deepens the kiss a little. not too much. just enough to make your fingers tighten gently around his.

you pull back, lips still brushing, and his forehead rests against yours.

neither of you says anything.

you don’t need to.

the sky is full of the light you spent years praying to see up close.

but somehow, all you can focus on is him.

[sensei-twinkles]

I just… love them so much…

[arandomao3user]

EMOTIONAL DAMAGE ON MY TUMBLR!?!?!?!?!?!?

oh, to fly with you again

[all-horikoshi-sketches]

[squidiful]

tomura has a new friend 🐈

[anime-as-textposts]

[tae-st4rxr0cs]

**Intense Screaming**

@erasermicweek Day 2! Yearning/Aching/Pining. Mic is desperate for contact from his big ol’ crush

No, you are NOT allowed to repost this

[fourkicks]

[nottspocket]

Taking responsibility

[sugarwarachan]

more thoughts about getting high with katsuki

sfw

becomes the clingiest motherfucker known to man. refuses to let you off his lap. one arm loped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest. you're so giggly and you always tuck your face into his neck in a way that makes his heart feel like it will implode

if he's high enough, he"ll actually voice that last bit out loud, to your delight (and his horror)

makes the best fucking munchies. will either whip a full-course meal or create a snack from disparate things in your kitchen that tastes better than anything from the store

mario kart aggressor - refuses to be bested

nsfw

pussy-eating king. honestly can't get enough of how you taste

will make you go boneless with how many times he makes you cum on his tongue, humming against your clit when you tug on his hair

fucks you slow, no matter how many times you beg him to speed up. holds your hands above your head with one large palm, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours and make sure you're looking at where he's filling you up (help)

[aeriael]

Hell yeah it does

Does the MHA fandom still exist on Tumblr these days? Anyway timeskip BKDK