#But Uraraka is really trying to help

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About Coffees and Blind Dates (Todoroki Shouto X Fem! Midoriya Izuku) -Oneshot

Summary:

“Midoriya, have you ever considered that chemtrails might not be what they seem?" The barista arched an eyebrow. "Chemtrails? You mean the condensation trails left by airplanes?" He nodded. “My date said that's what the government wants you to believe. She said that the trails are actually chemical agents being dispersed to control our minds." “What?!” Green eyes widened in surprise. “Chemical agents to control our minds?! Where did this idea…you know, never mind.” ... Or a story where Uraraka sets Todoroki on blind dates, but his perfect person is the small green haired barista who works in a hidden coffee shop called Plus Ultra Coffees. (Todoroki Shouto X Fem!Midoriya Izuku)

P.S: Story is cross posted at Ao3 and Fanfiction.net under the name "Mistsukis2"

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“Hey, Todoroki-kun?”

“Yes, Uraraka?”

“Are you dating someone?”

He looked at her carefully, trying to find the best way to answer that question.

“Are you…trying to cheat on Iida with me?”

“WHAT?!” The brunette yelled scandalized. “What the hell Todoroki-kun?! Of course not! Jesus Christ!”

“So why the question?” Todoroki asked, putting down his chopsticks to stare at his friend.

“I can think of a million reasons why I would ask you this question, but of course, you chose the ridiculous one!” Uraraka facepalmed, but decided to go straight to the point before the half white and half red haired man started to think too hard about her question. “Are you against blind dates?”

The man blinked.

“What?”

“I never saw you involved with someone…romantically I mean. So I was wondering if you would be interested in going to one.” The woman explained. “Also, I have a friend that keeps asking me for help to go on a date with you.”

Mismatched eyes pondered for a moment. He was a 19 years old college student, his whole life he kept studying because his ass of a father wanted him to attend Tokyo University, just like him. At least he was far from home now, and free to do whatever he wanted. Shouto never had time to hang out with friends or romance before, so why not go on a blind date?

“Okay.” He finally answered. “I’ll go.”

“Good!” Uraraka downed her soda and slammed the can on the table. “I will text you the time and place!”

…

"Iced mint mocha for Shouto!" The green-haired woman's voice rang out as she placed the drink delicately at the far end of the counter.

"Thanks Midoriya." The drink owner said, sipping the iced coffee.

Nestled just two blocks away from the university entrance, Plus Ultra Coffees was a cozy haven that remained hidden from most people's sight. Shouto was a regular there, going there for a peaceful place to relax, and for the delicious coffee that the part timer barista, Midoriya Izuku, makes.

Breaking the silence, Midoriya initiated a conversation as her eyes met Shouto's. "So, what's with the extra three blonde espresso shots? I thought the exams were over…I finished mine two weeks ago."

“...I stayed awake until late…so I need my coffee stronger if I want to survive the morning classes.” The man admitted.

 "Still working on a project, then?"

“I wish it was a project…” Todoroki sighed.

Curiosity welled up within Midoriya, the dejected tone made Izuku’s curiosity pick more, but at the same time, feel pity for her regular customer and friend.

“Wanna talk about it?” The girl asked.

“Have you ever gone on a blind date?” Came the question, and it wasn’t what the barista expected.

“Come again?” Izuku said surprised.

“Uraraka, a friend of mine, convinced me that it was a good idea to go on a blind date.”

“...that is…good…” The green haired woman muttered less energetic. “Did you have fun?”

“It depends on your definition of fun.” Shouto answered, the annoyance clearly in his voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Midoriya, have you ever considered that chemtrails might not be what they seem?"

The barista arched an eyebrow.

"Chemtrails? You mean the condensation trails left by airplanes?"

He nodded. 

“My date said that's what the government wants you to believe. She said that the trails are actually chemical agents being dispersed to control our minds."

“What?!” Green eyes widened in surprise. “Chemical agents to control our minds?! Where did this idea…you know, never mind.”

“I do like to discuss conspiracy theories, but…I don’t know…that was weird and too extreme…even for me.”

The girl snorted, amused by Todoroki’s honesty.

“But…it's good that you had something in common with your date.” Izuku commented. “At least you don’t run out of topics of conversation.”

“I would never run out of topics if someone wanted to have a discussion about Shinomiya Aoi being All Might’s secret child.” Shouto mentioned, moving away from the counter and walking straight to the door. If he didn’t leave now, he would be late for the first class.

“Oh! Come on!” Midoriya shouted nonconformist. “The last manga’s chapter already showed how Aoi got his quirk from All Might!”

“Show me the evidence.” Mismatched eyes were full of amusement as he opened the door to get out.

“Read the manga and stop just watching the anime!” The green haired barista replied.

The door closed and Shouto left the coffee shop, iced mint mocha in hands and a smile on his lips.

…

“I really thought that you two would be a good pair!” Uraraka defended herself once they saw each other at lunch. “I mean, you both like conspiracy theories!”

“Just one thing in common doesn’t mean that they are a match…” Iida commented, feeling a little bit bad for his friend since his own girlfriend was trying to play matchmaker.

“Yeah, you are right.” The brunette agreed, then turned to Todoroki, grinning. “That’s why you should go on another blind date.”

“Why?” Shouto asked, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Because it’s going to be fun!”

“What is your definition of fun?” He retorted with another question, trying his best to keep a smile in check as he remembered a similar conversation with the green haired barista.

“It’s not exactly my definition of fun, but hers…” Uraraka trilled off.

“Who is ‘her’?”

“Your second blind date!”

“Oh god…” Iida sighed, prying for the gods to look out for Todoroki.”

…

When the doorbell jingled that monday, and through it entered Todoroki Shouto looking like the defeat in person, Izuku knew that the order for coffee would be a little different again.

“Iced mint mocha…” He started. “...decaf…”

“Decaf?” Izuku sounded horrified. “I am a barista, but decaf isn’t coffee, Todoroki-kun.”

“I really need coffee, but I can’t have more adrenaline running through my blood, so fake coffee is it.” Shouto answered, paying for his coffee and walking to the end of the counter.

He looked drained, Midoriya noticed while starting to make the coffee, but it didn’t look like he was tired of something linked with the university. Maybe problems with his family? Or maybe…

Izuku frowned, not really liking the place where her thoughts were going. She finished the coffee without noticing.

“Are you okay?” The barista asked, giving him the decaf iced mint mocha. “You look…”

“Dead?” Shouto completed.

“I was about to say ‘worn out’, but it fits too.”

“Worn out sounds less deadly.” Todoroki’s lips curved up in a small smile. “Not as much as my second blind date.”

“You went to…a second blind date?” Izuku asked wary, hands gripping around the mint syrup that she used on Todoroki’s drink.

“It looked more like torture than a date.” The half white and half red haired man answered. “Maybe a hostage situation?”

Midoriya blinked a few times.

“A hosta-what?!”

“I think my friend's boyfriend was being held hostage by my second date partner, and Uraraka sent me there as an exchange for her boyfriend.” He continued, sipping on his coffee unaware of Izuku's baffled expression. “Or was it some kind of attempt of assassination? I mean blindfolded bungee jumping followed by skydiving could only mean that someone is trying to kill you, right?”

“Todor-”

“Is Uraraka trying to kill me?”

“To-”

“Should I go to the police and report tha-...why are you taking my coffee, Midoriya?”

The woman threw the coffee on the bin and looked seriously at the college student.

“Todoroki-kun, I know that your iced mocha is decaf, but maybe you are still with a lot of adrenaline running on your blood, so for today let’s just go with chamomile tea, okay?”

“...Okay.”

…

“I didn’t try to kill you!” Ochako cried, hands on her hips. “Where the hell did this come from?”

“I think I picked the idea while I was free falling in the sky during my second blind date.” Shouto answered, frowning.

“Okay, I should have warned you about her…radical tendencies.” The woman finally conceded.

“Radical tendencies or assassination attempts?” Todoroki commented.

“It’s called radical sports, Todoroki-kun.” Uraraka rolled her eyes. “But anyway, people say that the third time's the charm, right?”

“Can’t you just let him find someone by himself, Ochako?” Iida asked, trying to save his friend.

“Oh, what can go wrong?”

…

“Oh, that’s rare.” Midoriya commented as soon as Todoroki entered the coffee shop. “You never come here at lunchtime.”

“I am trying to hide from Uraraka.” He said. Tired or worn out weren’t enough to describe how he was feeling now. “I can’t go on another blind date or I will end dead or in jail.”

“Let me guess…you went to a third blind date.”

“Uraraka said the third time's the charm.”

“Well…it depends on the situation, but usually it is?” The barista was trying, she swore that she was trying to be supportive, even if it kind of hurts a little bit. “Was it so bad?”

“In the start no.” Shouto answered honestly. “But then the food came and she turned into a self-proclaimed food critic who spends the entire time critiquing every aspect of a meal, from the presentation to the taste.”

Woah! Izuku thought, surprised and amused that the usually stoic Todoroki of all people said so much in only one breath. “Did she said something about the food you ordered?”

And this time mismatched eyes glared at her, well, not exactly at her, or Izuku thought so, Shouto was probably remembering something about his date.

“Soba…” He muttered.

“Soba?” The green haired girl repeated. “What does it have to do with soba?”

“She said that soba is horrible and that I should get some kind of hot noodles!” And now, Shouto sounded really offended. “I like ramen and udon, but my favorite is soba! I like cold food, that’s why I like iced mint mocha!”

Green eyes stared at the man venting his frustrations about the blind date, and Izuku was really feeling bad for Todoroki now. Being forced on dates with girls that were the opposite of him…

Izuku sighed. It would (probably) hurt later, but the barista knew that it was time for someone to tell Shouto something about dates.

“You know Todoroki-kun…” She started, a small smile on her lips while getting a cup for cold drinks. “I remember you telling me about how you grew up, and that you didn’t really have time to make friends or date.”

She pressed a few buttons on the espresso machine, the dark liquid pouring at the bottom of the cup.

“But you know…you don’t need to hurry. Blind dates are fun in their own way, but usually things come naturally, you will get to know someone, talk, share your likes and dislikes, and hear them out.” Izuku said while adding the mocha and mint syrup. “It’s similar to friendship but with some…advantages?” 

The blush spread on her cheeks, but Todoroki was silent, the only sound inside the shop was the other clients' laughter and conversations.

“The point is, your friend probably has the best intentions when sending you on a blind date, but you can tell them if you are not feeling comfortable anymore, and that you want to do things at your own pace.”

Izuku extended Shouto a cup.

His name was on it, followed by a smiling face and a “cheer up” message.

“Iced mint mocha for Shouto.” The girl smiled. “It’s on me today.”

Todoroki laughed and accepted the drink.

“Thanks.” He said, taking a gulp of the drink. Just like he liked it.

“But don’t get used.” She warned.

“Don’t worry.” Shouto stared at the drink and then at Midoriya, who arched an eyebrow.

“What? Something wrong with the drink?”

He went on three dates, three disastrous dates in the last two weeks with people that he didn’t even know, so why not, going on another one with a person that he cherished?

“What time do you get off, Midoriya?” He asked.

“Hum?” The green haired woman looked puzzled, but did look at her phone’s screen. “Well, in 15 minutes, why?”

“Would you go on a lunch date with me?”

Even her ears got red this time, and Todoroki could only describe Midoriya as ‘cute’ now.

“Wi-with me?!” She stuttered.

Really cute.

“Yes, with you.” Shouto smiled. “I am tired of blind dates.”

“To-Todoroki-kun! When I said you…”

“I know what you meant, Midoriya.” He interrupted the barista. “That’s why I am asking you on a date, something that I should have done before this blind date madness started. So what do you say?”

Those viridian eyes stared at him for a few moments, and Shouto really thought that she would refuse, but then, a beautiful smile adorned her lips, and the reply came.

“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you, Todoroki-kun.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! FINALLY!” Someone shouted from the room behind the counter, scaring the barista and the client. 

An ash blond man, followed by a pink haired woman came into view, and Todoroki recognized them as Bakugou Katsuki and Ashido Mina, Midoriya’s co-workers and friends, who always disappeared when he entered the shop.

“Kacchan, stop!” Midoriya cried, embarrassed.

“Shut up Deku!” He rebutted. “Be glad that he asked you out today, because if he didn’t I would ban him from the coffee shop for being a slowpoke! How can someone be so fucking dense?!"

“I can’t believe that it took him three bad blind dates to finally realize that he should have just asked you out from the start.” Mina signed, shaking her head in disappointment. Todoroki blinked. Were they hearing everything about his dates?

“Oh my god, please stop guys!”

“Anyway!” Katsuki shouted, pushing the green haired woman. “Just leave, I can’t hear more of this fucking drama or see you pinning after the half and half bastard anymore!”

“Half and half…” Todoroki muttered while Ashido was pushing him outside the store.

“AND DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE COMING BACK UNTIL YOU DO THE BASTARD!” Bakugou yelled, the few people walking around snickered at the (uncalled for) comment. 

“Have fun!” The pink haired woman waved before the angry blond slammed the door close.

“...do the…” Midoriya cutted herself, face red with a horrified expression. “Oh my god, oh my god! Please Todoroki-kun, pretend that you didn’t hear a word of what Kacchan said, please!”

“I…don’t really mind, Midoriya…but I would like to go on a date with you first before you do me.” Shouto added, if he was serious or not, Izuku didn’t really know.

“I’m gonna die.” She said covering her face with her hands.

“I promise that I will not take you to skydive or bungee jump…unless you want…?.”

One. Two. Three.

And then, Izuku laughed at the comment.

“Just lunch is fine!” She said between a laugh and another. “Unless you really liked the experience?”

“No, don’t.”

“So lunch it is. Soba?”

Shouto smiled.

“Soba.”

He took her hand and started walking away from Plus Ultra Coffees. For the first time in two weeks he thought that this date would be fine.

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 83 - Loss

[iforgorrt]

Old attempt of my trying to replicate Hori’s style

[xoxojisu]

ANYONE BUT YOU

synopsis: there are certain things that katsuki wouldn't allow for anyone but you.

warning(s): underage (highschool) drinking, switched between first and second pov in the third segment sorry, not well-proofread

a/n: wrote this for unofficialbf!katsuki again like duh!

"FUCKING DUNCE FACE! HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING STUPID?!" bakugo screamed, smoke literally flowing from his head as he hit kaminari's head repeatedly with a ruler.

"hey, man, if you keep doing that, it'll make him even stupider!" kirishima protested on kaminari's behalf, who already looked like he was seeing the light from above.

"like i care! he needs to learn a lesson! or anything, for that matter! we were taught this shit back in middle school!" bakugo hissed, crossing his arms and collapsing back on his seat.

"wait, but bakugo, i also kind of need some help with that.." mina said, trailing off when bakugo sent her a withering death glare. "actually, maybe i'll go ask yaomomo."

he huffed. "how are people this fucking stupid? like seriously, it's not that fucking hard."

"..katsuki? i need help with this question." you interjected a bit anxiously, showing him your paper.

he’d deny the way his eyes softened immediately. "tch. we learned this in middle school, you know." he said gruffly, giving your forehead a very gentle flick.

"i know, but i forgot. will you help? please?" you pleaded.

he sighed. "fine, c'mere. so for this step.."

as he taught you the material in a (GASP) normal tone of voice, kirishima and kaminari whispered off to the side.

"seriously?! that's the same question i didn't get." kaminari whined.

"i know! he's always so nice to her! it's crazy!"

"if he was half as nice to us as he is to her, i'd have at least a C!"

"i know, right? man, i want that special treatment, too!"

-

"..you fucking idiots."

tsu had called bakugo and deku to mina's room where they were having a girl's night. mina had managed to sneak some vodka in, so they were all having fun getting drunk and talking. however, by the end of the night, you, mina, and ochaco were wasted. luckily, mina would be ok, seeing as she was already in her room, but tsu had decided to ship off you and ochaco to katsuki and deku, as she was drunk herself and didn't feel like she could take proper care of the both of you.

"all of you are already fucking idiots. alcohol kills off your brain cells! you tryna get even dumber or something, huh?!" katsuki grumbled.

"kacchan! it's fine, really. come on, uraraka, let's go." deku scolded before helping ochaco out the door and back to her room.

"don't.. hic! be a buzzkill, bakugo. girls just wanna have fun!" mina slurred. katsuki could feel his eyebrows furrowing more and more as his irritation grew. he swore he was one more drunken idiot statement away from walking away right then and there.

sure enough, though, another drunken idiot statement quickly followed.

"katsuki! you're here! ..when did you get here?" you quipped excitedly, clearly not in your right mind.

katsuki ran a hand through his hair. "i've been here, idiot. for the past 5 fuckin' minutes."

you scrambled off of mina's bed where you were sitting and made your way to him, albeit with many more steps needed to get there from all of the stumbling you were doing. you jumped onto him as best you could, and he easily caught you. despite his grumbles, there was an undeniable softness in his eyes.

"missed you, kats.." you mumbled, nuzzling in to his neck with an affection you’d be humiliated by if you were just a tad bit more sober. he tensed a bit under your touch, but still adjusted you so you could cling onto him more comfortably.

"yeah, yeah. let's go." he muttered, quickly turning and leaving, trying to keep from snapping as you giggled and waved goodbye to your friends, wriggling in his grasp.

as he walked down the hall with you securely in his arms, katsuki listened to all your drunk rambling with never-before-seen patience.

"'nd then ochaco finally admitted to liking midoriya! i mean, we all knew, but it was so crazy that she finally admitted it!"

"did you know that kirishima's natural hair is black? mina told us! 'pparently there was some incident with a villain that totally changed him, so he dyed his hair red! isn't that crazy?! what if one day he can't dye it anymore because his hair is so damaged? his name is red riot!"

"if two people who have mind-reading quirks read each other's minds at the same time, whose mind would they be reading?"

amazingly, katsuki didn't snap at you at all amidst your rambles. he listened to your drunk babbling with incredible silence, simply dutifully carrying you down to your dorm.

at some point, though, the rambles stopped, and katsuki heard you.. sniffling? were you crying? he immediately stopped and lowered you in his arms to see your face, and sure enough, there were fat tears rolling down your puffed-up cheeks.

"y/n, what? you cryin'? why?" he asked gently, though panic evident in his voice. ever since childhood, one of his least favorite things was when you cried.

"kats," you sniffled, "'m i annoying? d'you not liking being with me?"

katsuki’s eyes widened. he knew you were just extra emotional from the alcohol, but he still never wanted you to think that.

"hey, look at me." he said softly. "i'd never spend time with ya if i didn't wanna, so never think that."

your face brightened comedically fast, and you were quick to squeeze him tight, giggling. "awee, you're so cute! 'nd sweet!"

katsuki rolled his eyes, but his eyes softened at the sound of your giggles. he'd never admit it, but it was his favorite sound in the world.

"come on, loser. let's get you to bed."

-

"TOUCH ME AND FUCKING DIE!" were words that had been roared by katsuki to just about everyone that had ever come within a four-meter radius of the boy. whether it was an arm slung over his shoulder in celebration, a high five, a pat on the back, or even someone trying to help him up or tend to his wounds, katsuki was very clear that the only reason someone should ever, ever, ever come into contact with him was to get blasted by his explosions and die at his hands.

so, the reactions of the red and yellow-haired (ba ba ba BA ba i'm lovin' it) boys at the sight in front of them was pretty justified.

"no way," kirishima whispered, a hand over both his and denki's mouths. "this cannot be real."

before them, they saw a peacefully asleep y/n on top of bakugo. on top. of bakugo. the bakugo. the "i don't care that my life is in danger and i need treatment! don't fuckin' touch me!" bakugo.

and that bakugo was.. playing with her hair? and rubbing a hand up and down her back? underneath her shirt? and upon closer inspection, wait.. is she wearing his shirt?!

the two watched silently as you began to stir awake, eyes fluttering open. you were greeted by katsuki's looking down at you, a certain fondness in his eyes. you mumbled a hi with a sleepy smile, to which he grinned (like a real, genuine smile not a demonic feral chihuahua smirk) at and ruffled your hair gently.

"mornin', dumbass. you sleep well?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"mhm!" you beamed before returning your head to its rightful place on katsuki's chest. you nuzzled into him happily, mumbling a sleepy "so warm.."

his cheeks tinted pink and he scoffed, but he still wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. he gave your head a quick, gentle peck and pulled out his phone to scroll for a bit, his grip never once loosening as he massaged your scalp and nape.

you melted at his touch, an blissful expression on your face. "such a sweetie pie!" you giggled sleepily.

he rolled his eyes and gave your neck a quick scribble, his eyes dilating at the sound of your increased laughter. "i gotta stop spoilin' ya.." he grumbled, though there wasn't even a hint of maliciousness in his voice, his lips quirked up slightly.

you giggled again. "love you, kats!"

"..love you too, loser."

(kirishima and kaminari, who were still watching on the side could do nothing but sit there in stunned silence. they contemplated if maybe you'd done something amazing to curry his favor that they, too, could do, but they both arrived at the same conclusion: no matter what favors they could do or feats they could accomplish, there are simply certain things that the explosive boy would die before allowing for anyone but you.)

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[moldycheezeit]

Prologue

Before You read I'm letting you know again this is the first time I've ever written fan fiction so if it sucks I'm sorry. :(  This does have swearing and mentions of death and blood. Also I think I'm just going to make batsis just a mix of Nami and Uraraka b/c idk how to incorporate Mitsuri into her. And if you watch mha or one piece I'm sorry if I don't make batsis accurate to both characters, even though I've watched both shows I feel like I'll mess it up somehow.

By the time you were born Bruce Wayne and his wife, your mother, had adopted Richard Grayson also known as the first robin or Dick. Your mother was heavily pregnant at the time and about to pop. But when the birth happened about a month later something went wrong, she lost too much blood and did make it. Overcome with grief Bruce nor Dick could look at you, because they couldn’t see a daughter/sister all they would see was the thing that killed somebody whom they loved. 

This caused Alfred to be the one who had named you because no one else would, so Alfred picked the name (y/n). He can remember how much your mom loved the name. But let's interrupt the sadness if you had to talk about your run in with your so called “family” it would be like this…

Dick would talk to you but it’s not like he enjoyed or wanted to so he made excuse after excuse to get out of talking with you. Like how he’d said “ I’m sorry (y/n) but Damian asked me to help him study you know how it is.” you knew he really meant training with Damian. another lie he'd say was “oh I’m busy at the moment i'll catch you next time.” which was never.

Jason was a great brother. keyword was, when he first joined he loved to hang out with you even if you couldn’t do much because you were a toddler. When he died no one told you well Alfred tried to explain that Jason would never come back but all it did was confuse you and made you start looking all around the manor for him hoping he would appear. When he did return you were 10 and wow was he an ass. When you tried to talk or bond with him like you used to he’d yell things like “go the fuck away” or “stop being such a whiny princess” God that man got irritated easily.

Tim, well you didn’t really talk to him. I mean you tried to, he seemed to like similar things to you, like building and inventing gadgets. But all he did when you tried to talk to him was just look at you with disgust in his eyes. Well screw him too. 

Now Damian what to say about this demon you're related to. The first time you met him was when you were 16, you were 2 years older than him. And kinda excited to meet someone other than Bruce you're related to by blood. God how blind you were. Damian had walked into the library while trying to find his way around the Wayne manor.

“Oh hello I’m (y/n) you must be Damian, Alfred had said you were to arrive some time today.” you had happily said to him. But he took one look at you and had the impression of who you were. “Tch.” Was all that was said but you knew instantly he thought you were some weak defenseless bimbo.

Bruce, god how you hate being related to this man. As you could tell he practically seemed to blame you for your mothers death. Like how is it your fault, you couldn't control if she was going to live or die. Anyways the man seemed to not care for what you do and where you are. The media doesn't even know about you so why bother acting like he cares. But why do you care about what he thinks you can practically have done everything on your own. Some father he is.

Lastly Alfred. He's the man that practically raised you. He was there for you when you were younger but the older you got the more you pulled away from him. You love him but anytime you bad mouth any of you “family” he instantly defends them.  You also have to remember he serves the whole family, not just you.

YIPPIE I FINALLY FINISHED IT (≧∇≦) hopefully you guys liked it. Well thats it for rn buy :)

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THINGS THEY DO THAT YOU FIND CUTE (CLASS 1-A) - [PT. 1]

characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu

g/n reader, no warnings.

✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.

✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.

✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.

✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.

✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.

✮⋆˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.

✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.

✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.

✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.

✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.

✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.

✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)

[justauthoring]

jerk [2].

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: the LARGELY requested part two! honestly, i'd be willing to write more parts if people wanted :) this part ended up being more about the girls and y/ns friendship but i couldn't help myself - if you guys want some fluff with bakugou for future parts, just let me know!

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part one. part three.

“You’re hiding something from us.”

There’s a beat of silence, then another, then another and when finally, you realize you should say something, you blink, sputtering out a barely believable; “no i’m not.”

Mina and Jirou glance at each other, then behind them at the rest of the girls, and you feel a layer of sweat build up when you realize all of your female classmates are here, surrounding you, demanding an answer. And you’ve never really been all that good at lying before, it’s how Bakugou was able to figure out the whole “i’m your soulmate thing” rather quickly and it had only taken him as long as it had because, well, it was Bakugou.

So, to put it bluntly, you’re screwed.

“Come on, Y/N,” Mina laughs, “that wasn’t even remotely believable.”

You know it’s written across your face, your eyes wide and your lips parted and you’re sure you look like quite the picture in that moment surrounded by every single female student in your class, a group of girls you considered your friends but were feeling considerably more like your interrogators in that moment. 

But you have to at least try.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you repeat, this time taking special care to make sure your voice is even and somewhat believable. “I’m just… tired. It’s been throwing my balance off. Sorry guys.”

You really are because you have been weird recently and you were hiding things (even if you were desperate for them not to know that) so the sincerity was there and it seems to be enough because they all glance at each other, frowning, and you can literally see the determination fade as Momo speaks up first.

“You have been leaving to train a lot,” she agrees with a solemn nod. “It’s no wonder you’re so tired. But you should still try to get some rest, don’t push yourself so hard.”

You let out a breath of relief, trying not to let it show as some of the girls shuffle back to walk away, until—

“Wait, that reminds me!”

It’s Jirou who calls it out and you feel yourself freeze.

“She hasn’t been training!”

Eyes widening, you turn to look at Jirou. She’s grinning your way, her figure pointed in your direction, clearly pleased she’d caught you in your lie.

“Jirou,” Uraraka calls out, confused. “What are you–”

“Two nights ago when she left to go training, I followed her, thinking we could train together… she wasn’t there.”

They gasp. Literally gasp.

“Now that you mention it,” Froppy nods, finger held to her chin in thought. “I haven’t actually seen her in the gym very often… nor does she look particularly like a person who’s just trained when she comes back.”

Their eyes fall on you and you take a step back.

“Y/N—”

And then you just run.

-

“I can’t believe she just ran!”

“I know!”

“Guys, I’m sure she had her reasons.”

“Who?”

Mina’s lips are left parted at the sound of Kirishima’s voice, all the girls turning to face him in the living room where he’s sat with the rest of the class.

“Y/N,” Mina explains with a huff, falling into the couch dramatically. “She’s been ditching us constantly and always leaving right after we return from class with some excuse. When we tried to ask her about it today, she lied and then when we caught on to her lie, she ran! Literally just bolting down the hallway before we could even blink.”

Kirishima frowns, glancing over to Denki on his left.

“That doesn’t sound like Y/N,” Deku calls out from across the room, head tilted in curiosity. “Especially to lie to you guys.”

“I know!” Mina calls out, throwing her hands up in exasperation. 

“Like I said,” Uraraka speaks up, trying to remain calm. “I’m sure she has her reasons. Maybe something’s wrong…”

“You think she could be in danger?” Shoto asks, quirking a brow. 

Uraraka shrugs; “I don’t know… I hope not.”

Everyone falls silent, worried expressions plastered on their faces.

“Wait, Kirishima… bro.” Denki calls, reaching to shake Kirishima aggressively, to which the red-haired boy swats his hands away, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Hasn’t Bakubro been disappearing a lot too?”

All the girls straighten out.

Kirishima just shakes his head; “Bakugou is always disappearing. You know he doesn’t like hanging with us a lot.”

“No, Denki’s right,” Sero nods, “even if he isn’t hanging with us, he’s usually in his room or in the gym. Recently, he just completely disappears.”

“I guess you’re right…” Kirishima frowns.

“Wait,” Jirou calls out, “what are you saying? That Bakugou is disappearing with Y/N?”

“That’s crazy,” Mina brushes off. “I’ve never even seen the two talk to each other unless they’re forced to–wait.”

Everyone's eyes snap to hers, wide.

“What?”

“You don’t think… no. It’s not possible.”

“Oh my god,” Denki cries out suddenly, leaning forward with a manic look in his eyes. “Bakubro is hurting Y/N!”

“Wait–”

“No way!” Kirishima calls out, turning to Denki. “Bakugou is a lot of things, but he would never hurt somebody intentionally. Especially not a girl. That’s not manly. Right, Midoriya?”

“Right,” Deku nods confidently, before pausing; “I think?”

“Hey!”

“Guys, no!” Mina cuts in, shaking her hands widely before her. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Okay…” Momo nods, “then what?”

She leans in, pausing for dramatic effect. “He could be… her soulmate!”

There’s silence, then, “no way.”

Mina’s face falls; “why not?”

“Bakugou? Having a soulmate?” Jirou snorts, “I doubt that.”

“Everybody has one!”

“Okay, the odds of him actually caring about his soulmate are slim to none,” Froppy offers in response.

“Yeah,” Deku nods, “I've never once seen Kacchan show interest in his soulmate like… ever.”

Kirishima shakes his head; “even I have to admit that’s so not manly.”

Everyone shuffles around agreements but Mina is quick to argue; “have any of you guys ever seen Bakugou’s soulmate mark?” Slowly, one by one, all glancing at each other, the guys shake their heads. Mina then turns to the girls. “Okay, have any of you ever seen Y/N’s? Cause she’s never shown or told me.”

The girls all shake their heads.

“So how can you really know?” Mina raises a brow, “I mean, Y/N is always so secretive about her mark. She refuses to tell me.”

-

“Bakugou, we have—”

“Katsuki.”

Coming to a sharp halt, lips left parted, you blink up at Bakugou.

With a grin, Bakugou gently shuts your mouth with a hand to your jaw, laughing lightly; “say Katsuki. That’s my name.”

You can feel your cheeks warm, profusely, and a burst of heat flood through you as you pull yourself from his touch, avoiding his gaze. “Katsuki,” you oblige with a huff and a pout. “We have a problem.”

“Yes?” Bakugou asks, raising a brow your way as he lowers the weight’s he’d been lifting.

“The girls are onto us!”

Bakugou just stares down at you. “What does that mean?”

Exasperated at his obliviousness, you huff, stretching your hands out before you for emphasis as you stare up at him, wide-eyed. “They know I’ve been disappearing after class a lot. I tried to tell them I was training, which I guess we usually are but Jirou caught on to that being a lie too and now they’re onto us!”

Bakugou just blinks. “But what do you mean onto us?”

You let out a cry; “Katsuki! They’re gonna know we’re soulmates!”

“So?”

Pressing a hand to your face, you can’t believe your situation. Not only were the girls onto you, they knew you were lying, which made you feel awful and if they found out that you’d been spending all your time with Bakugou… well that was bound to bring up more questions. Questions you wouldn’t be able to avoid. Questions that would ultimately lead to them finding out Bakugou was your soulmate.

A hand gently reaches for your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face as Bakugou crouches to meet your eyes directly. 

“Why is it such a big deal?” He asks gently, an odd tone that you’re still not used to hearing from Bakugou yet. His face remains neutral but there’s patience lingering in his eyes as he waits for you to explain why you’re so upset.

And you do. Your lips part and the words are at the tip of your tongue until, suddenly, you can’t say anything.

Nothing leaves your lips.

“Y/N?”

“I…—”

“You don’t want them to know?”

Blinking, you bite your lip. “It’s not that, it’s just…” But again, you can’t find the words.

“You don’t trust them?”

“Of course I do,” you argue instantly, “they’re my best friends.”

“Okay…” he says slowly, and then his face twists, “are you… embarrassed of me?”

Meeting his gaze, you frown. “...No,” you whisper, and you mean the words.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I…” Shoulders falling, you frown. “Nothing… I guess.”

“So,” he says, “let them find out!”

Sputtering, you lean back; “it’s not like you’ve told Kirishima or any of the other guys!”

“It’s none of their business,” Bakugou shrugs, letting go of your wrists to set his hand on your head. “But if it makes you feel better, I'll tell them.”

You find yourself silent with disbelief once again, Bakugou’s words echoing in your mind paired with the look in his eyes. Just staring down at you.

Looking at you.

Like you’re his whole world.

-

“I’m sorry.”

They blink at you.

“I’m sorry about running away yesterday.”

Another blink.

“And I'm sorry I’ve been lying to you guys for the past few weeks.”

Slowly, all the girls glance at each other, trying to gauge the situation, before Uraraka is the first to speak up.

“It’s okay,” she assures with a smile, setting her hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We appreciate you apologizing. We were just worried.”

“We wanna make sure you’re okay,” Jirou adds, smiling shyly at you. 

You take a look at all of their faces, seeing the sincerity staring back at you, before settling on Mina who still has a hint of hurt in her eyes but there’s also hope.

Well, here goes nothing.

“Bakugou’s my soulmate.”

Silence echoes, once again, before.

“What?”

“I knew it!”

“Bakugou!?”

There’s a mix of words, gasps of disbelief and shouts of question thrown out at you as all the girls rush towards you, swarming you, desperate for answers.

You laugh a little at their reaction, and that catches their attention.

“Y/N?” Mina asks, confused.

“I’ve been sneaking off to see him,” you explain to her, meeting her gaze, before letting your gaze drift. “I didn’t say anything because I’m still adjusting to it myself and I still don’t know how to feel about it. But I realized it isn’t fair to lie to you guys like that and that I want you guys to know because you matter so much to me.”

“Y/N…” Uraraka mumbles, tears welling in her eyes.

Her expression mimics many of the other girls before suddenly there’s a body slamming against your own, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you stumble back, trying to catch your footing.

“Oh. My. God!” Mina screams, you wincing at the sheer volume, as she pulls back, grinning brightly at you. “You have to tell us everything!”

-

The next morning, you’re sitting at the island in the kitchen eating breakfast, chatting to Mina, Jirou and Kirishima. The rest of the students trickle by, some making breakfast, some in the living room, all in their own conversations, until suddenly it all stops.

It takes you a moment to realize Kirishima, Mina and Jirou are no longer listening to you, head turned to their right and following their gaze, curious, you blink when you realize it’s Bakugou they’re staring at. It’s not like he’s doing anything particularly odd, nothing except for the fact that his gaze is directed on you and he’s heading straight for you and then suddenly, he’s right in front of you.

His gaze drifts from you, to your plate, back to you; “who made you that?”

“Nobody,” you say slowly, still stunned. “I made it.”

He’s grabbing the plate before you can say anything else, pressing a kiss to your forehead that has your cheeks burning before turning and making his way to the fridge.

“I’ll make you something better,” is all he says in explanation.

Your gaze slowly drifts from him to Mina and Jirou who are grinning widely at you, before there’s the shout of;

“Did Bakubro just kiss Y/N?!”

“And offer to make her breakfast!”

“Wait,” Kirishima suddenly calls after Sero and Denki, turning to Mina and Jirou, “why are two grinning!?”

“All the girls are!” Deku exclaims, pointing at Uraraka and Froppy in front of him.

“You guys knew?”

“Of course,” Mina grins, sending a wink Kirishima’s way before shrugging. “Isn’t that right, Bakugou? You and Y/N are soulmates!”

Everyone expects him to ignore her or tell her to shut up, but instead, he pauses in what he’d been doing (cracking an egg for you), turning his head over his shoulders to meet your gaze before smirking. 

“That’s right.”

And chaos follows.

Utter and complete chaos.

[julzrulz]

What they are like in bed

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NSFW WARNING 18+

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Giving some love to the girlies this time!

jus sum general sub headcannons for these 2 girls + alittle imagine for each

who do we want in part 2...?

Rating: R (Restricted, No One 17 and Under Admitted)

Pairings:  Sub! Ashido x Dom! Reader, Sub! Uraraka x Dom! Reader

TW: Smut, variety of kinks (dumification, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, praise, nipple play, teasing, prob more)

Notes: Headcanon/lil imagine, Gender Neutral pronouns, female bodied reader, Characters are aged up 18+

───── ❝ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 ❞ ─────

fav place to do the do

mina likes to have sex anywhere but home

someone else's house, public bathrooms, movie theaters, she wilding

she's just so playful and really likes touching you when she's not supposed too

but for someone bright pink she's pretty good at not getting caught

yes i said "pretty good" but definitely not prefect

you guys have definitely gotten caught once or twice before

she keeps vibrators and a strap in her purse so she has 24/7 access and so you can't make excuses

likes the probability of being caught

general sexcannons

Go forbid Mina not want to do every position possible everytime you guys have sex

She needs to do everything all at once

Can you blame her tho? She likes fun

She definitely trains to be more flexible just so you guys can try new positions the whole time

Has one of the scratch off sex position posters and you guys try a new one every so often

Every corner of your guys’ apartment has been “blessed”

Like there is not a single inch that hasent been at one point soaked with her pussy juice

No one needs to know that tho

Loves trying new things and needs to try it twice

sex drive

high sex drive

why do you think she likes having sex in public

ya girl is always ready

she's not always thinking about sex but she's always down

you would make a suggestive comment or joke to her and she'd look you in the eye and mouth "right now" with a little smirk on her face

like no babe we're in the walmart bread section

only likes having sex when she's in a good mood

Doesn’t fuck with makeup sex or fighting sex or any of that

She’s very emotional and a diva, her libido is very tied with her emotions

fav kinks of theirs

dumification;

She loves nothing more then when she goes absolutely dumb from you roughing her up. Plowing her from behind with her fav purple dragon strap, he body folded over your vanity, catching glimpses of her tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes going crossed from your ruthless pace. She can't help but babble absolute nonsense, strings of incoherent pleads as you fuck her through twitching orgasm after twitching orgasm. Same goes when you finger or eat this gal out, pleasure just so intense her brain fries as she reaches her climax.

exhibitionism;

Duh I've been talking abt this. She will fuck you anywhere and she's always wet it drives you nuts. Bathroom at a party? behind a tree at a park? movie theater? literally the common room? done, done and done. Didn't take long for you two to join the mile high club. The thrill of potentially getting caught is addictive for mina every time going more intense and more intense. You dont mind tho, you're nothing but proud about how you can render this hero into a slutty hot mess. so pretty like that might as well share :))

orgasm denial;

Orgasm denial and dry orgasms are her guilty pleasure, she might even love this more than actually cumming. If you didn't pick it up already she loves the head rush and the thrill. Removing your strap or fingers from her while she tumbles through her climax, cunt clamping and milking air while she cums seemingly untouched, unable to stop herself. Even better when you build her up for nothing, stilling your movements harshly waking her from her blissed out state, hot, heavy and very frustrated. All the work building this beautiful pressure in her gut just to start all over again, she couldn't get more wet, sloppy and desperate.

───── ❝ 𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚 ❞ ─────

fav place to do the do

Home sweet home

Even more specific the bed room and her massive pink fluffy bed

This girl is a pillow princess, emphasis on pillow

She’s likes laying down and being comfy

Can you blame her?

Maybe the couch if your lucky…

But can she then watch her fav show while you go down on her

Like the TV is there anyway

Definitely loves privacy bc she doesn’t like sharing you

In her eyes no one but her has soon you like this and no one but her ever will

general sexcannons

Even though she doesn’t really do much in bed she does let you do whatever you want

She has very few limits as long as she can just lay down and be pretty

She is VOCAL

She definitely gets off partly on hearing herself come undone but it’s so so hot

She’s loud but it’s not fake and it’s erotic as hell… it’s not her fault no one taught her to be quiet

Her sex toys are Ofc all pink

And her favs are any kind of restraints, shibirari and sex swings (yes they are all fuzzy and pink)

sex drive

Moderate sex drive

Definitely prefers sex in the evening/night

Fav time is def before bed

She lovessss being fucked to sleep so like actually every night is quite her style

That being said she very easily gives in or agrees to sex

Like start groping her while she’s doing dishes well now you gotta carry this naked princess to her bed and go to town

She definitely cums more than once, it’s a must

She loves receiving let. Her. Receive.

Sex is long with her

Doesn’t believe in quickies she’s like to enjoy sex

fav kinks of theirs

teasing;

She LOVESSS being teased but she'll never say that out loud right. Unfortunately for her you're not stupid and she blushes ferociously its impossible to miss. Pushing her up against a wall grinding your leg against her crotch with a kiss on the forehead and just like that... BOOM you're gone and she's chasing you to the next room wanting more. Whisper some nasty things in her ear, send her some scandalous messages or pics. Or best yet let your pillow princess chase her own release. Tell her that you're not gonna touch her while taking a seat on the bed, before you know it she's sitting on your lap grinding on you begging you to take care of her :( you're so mean. She's even moving your limp hands to her tits or down her panties... do something dammit.

praise;

This one is just very obvious. The best girl ever wants to hear that she’s the best girl ever. Call her pretty, tell he how good she feels, how happy she makes you, how perfect she is. And she's putty in your hands and soaking the sheets, she wants to be such a good girl for you make sure you tell her that her hard work is paying off. Play with her puffy pink pussy while saying how good she is for getting this wet for you, how pretty her cunt is. Bring your fingers soaked with her slick to your mouth taking long, slow sucks telling her how good she tastes... how sweet.

Nipple play;

You’ve seen her tits they are soft, bouncy, and sensitive. It’s so easy to get her riled up by just groping and sucking. It’s y’all’s go to during foreplay and it never gets old. Little mewls whimpers are all that can escape her when she’s under you like that. You don’t let go till her pink nubs are bruised and puffy. Yes she has cum with just nipple play before and yes she’s wants to do it again. She also loves using different vibrators on her nips the feeling is even more intense.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲!

( ˘ ³˘)♥

[phant0mth1ef]

now i’m in exile seeing you out. pt. 3

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you didn’t show up to the spot bakugou had wanted you to meet him at, although you had made it to the city, but the moment you actually saw him sitting inside with a cup of hot chocolate, his large hands covering both sides of the mug as he stared into it.

the girls from ua highschool had befriended you during the licensing exam, seeking you out in the anteroom after you’d saved them from shindo at the start, shooting pieces of terrain up to catch them so they wouldn’t hit the earth as hard before you’d ran off to go deal with the source of the vibrations.

since then, you’d all grown much closer to each other, and they started inviting you over to their dorm so that you could all hang out and gossip, of course, they didn’t know about your history with their resident class hothead.

“what about you, y/n? have you got a boyfriend back at shiketsu? we heard that bald boy saying someone liked you at the exam!” hagakure may have been invisible, but that doesn’t mean she missed anything when she was at the exam.

“sorry to disappoint, but no, shiketsu has a no fraternizing policy. i can’t even go to inasa or shishikura’s dorm.” you spoke with a small smile on your face as the girls groaned, itching for some romance.

almost as if on cue, the fridge in the kitchen shut to reveal a blonde boy in a skull t-shirt, grabbing a variety of different vegetables and a cutting baord before the quiet sounds of chopping were heard in the next room.

“it sucks that bakugou’s so mean! he’s hot.” once again, hagakure chose to speak up silently as the other girls quietly agreed, even you nodded.

“say, y/n. why don’t we set you up with someone in our class?” mina had a naturally loud voice, so bakugou couldn’t help but raise his head up once he caught a portion of your conversation.

“no thank you. i’m not really looking for anyone at the moment.” he could almost picture the embarassed smile on your features, afraid to admit to them that you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet.

“come onn, i’m sure you’d be great with someone like todoroki or iida.” his knuckles were beginning to turn white as he almost cut himself with the knife, no way was half n’ half getting to you before he did.

when he start thinking sappy shit like that?

“they’re both really nice and sweet, but honestly i’m not really looking for anyone.” the blush on your face just grew redder, exposing your true feelings to the girls as they all shared a knowing grin with one another.

the topic was eventually dropped and you all begun to watch a movie, the silent sounds of someone rummaging around the kitchen were accompanying the sounds coming from the tv screen.

halfway through, a head was popped through the doorway.

“dinner’s ready! get it while it’s hot. or don’t. i don’t care.” you’d never really seen this side of katsuki before, the side that’s always angry at the world no matter what.

you were used to the katsuki that would calmly tell you about his day as you both either studied or did homework, the katsuki that would hold doors open for you, the katsuki that would always prioritize your safety over his.

the girls quickly pulled you into the kitchen, much to your dismay as you tried to tell them that it was okay and you really should’ve been going by now.

“this all looks so yummy! what’re you gonna get, y/n?” uraraka turned to you with a bowl in her hand as you politely waved the bowl away.

“oh no thank you, i’m not hungry right now.” you were hungry. matter of fact you hadn’t eaten all day, but you weren’t trying to overstay your welcome, nor were you trying to stay in the same place as bakugou for too long.

you could feel his eyes glaring daggers into the back of your head, almost as if he was trying to telepathically talk to you.

“you need to eat, dumbass.”

it was like his voice kept playing on repeat in your mind ever since the day you and him had talked at the training session. or well since the day you talked and he just stood frozen like a statue.

“i should get going now before it gets too dark. thank you for inviting me over!” you spoke hurriedly as you quickly left to grab your shoes and leave, a part of your excuse was true, it was getting dark.

“you forgot this!” you froze in your spot where you stood just outside of the ua dorm building, what could you have possibly forgotten?

bakugou stood there, a small smile on his face as his whole body relaxed, he knew he could be himself around you. even if you were currently mad at him.

he held out your sweater.

“seriously? that’s what you have to say to me? keep the damn sweater.” you scoffed before quickly turning on your heels, walking away as he stood there holding the bundle of polyester in his hands.

the next time you’d hung out with the girls from ua, you had invited them over to your dorm for a change, although you didn’t have a common room, so you were all forced to huddle together in your room which thankfully was not small and had sufficient space.

the girls took a few minutes to glance at things, rummaging through your drawers to see what your style was, looking at the books you had, and it seemed as if they all stopped once they’d seen a photo frame hidden behind a few stacks of paper.

the most ill-tempered guy they knew was smiling, a genuine smile as he held up a peace sign with one arm around you, your expression mirroring his face.

they chose to ignore it, because to be fair, if you wanted them to know that you and bakugou were friends, you would’ve told them.

asui was a bit oblivious though, and rather blunt so when she spoke up, you tried to not take any offense.

“you know bakugou?” the rest of the girls looked at her, almost if they were trying to tell her to shut up.

“yes. we grew up together.” you smiled, although you weren’t really feeling like talking about how you don’t talk anymore.

“do you still talk?” and there was the winning question.

you sighed and explained to them what had happened between you both, opting to just tell them because the truth would come out soon anyway.

“and he hasn’t apologized??” momo was the first to start talking again.

“no. and i don’t know what to do because if i reach out now it’s basically telling him that it doesn’t matter what he does and that i’ll just automatically forgive him.”

mina was on her phone, simultaneously texting kirishima about what was happening as he did the same.

“okay wait, so if he had like wanted to apologize, would you listen?” mina got serious out of nowhere, stuffing her phone into her back pocket.

“i mean he tried to talk with me a week ago, but i couldn’t like do that yet, like emotionally.” they just nodded as you sat in silence for a bit.

“i think i’m ready to try and forgive him now. i hope i’m ready. i miss him.”

once they’d gone home and you’d gotten ready for bed, you laid down to begin your mindless scrolls through social media, not realizing the hour it was.

[2:42 AM]

[kats💥🫂] you awake?

[you] what

[kats💥🫂] i want to talk. like an actual conversation where we sit down and talk like adults.

normally you wouldn’t give him the time of day, but the boy was usually lights out by 8:30 pm everyday, so you decided to hear him out.

[you] okay. when?

[kats💥🫂] tomorrow? please. um we’re sort of training till 6 pm-ish. can you stop by the dorms?

[you] ok.

tags: @itgetzweird08 @ch3rryjampi3 @riverozada @lechilankikyou-blog @lupitalove

[writeriguess]

Would you mind doing a Shinsou x Reader where reader is his gf and it’s like their second year at UA and reader had been stressing over the last few days about a lot of different things and one day she’s excessively sweating and having chest pains. All of her friends are questioning what’s wrong , even her bf Shinsou who normally lets her have her privacy and doesn’t want to intrude on her business. But by the end of the day she’s in her room having a full blown anxiety attack after walking in on it, Shinsou is trying to help her through it and she tells him “anxiety is just a made up thing so that doctors can put you on medication and make more money” while having the attack. And she says this because that’s what her parents raised her to believe like when she would get anxiety as a child her parents would call her dramatic. When she tells him he’s just so pissed at her parents and he comforts her.

Taught to Ignore the Cracks

The past few days had been nothing short of overwhelming. Classes, training, exams—everything seemed to pile onto you at once. Sleep had been scarce, food had been an afterthought, and your mind refused to quiet down, buzzing with an endless loop of to-do lists and worst-case scenarios. You hadn’t told anyone, though. What was the point? Everyone was stressed. Why should you be any different?

But today felt different. Off.

Your body was betraying you in ways you didn’t understand. Your palms were clammy, and no matter how much you wiped them against your uniform, the sweat just kept coming. Your head was light, your chest tight, and every breath you took felt like it wasn’t enough. You had done your best to push through it, pretending everything was fine, but the people closest to you weren’t so easily fooled.

“Are you okay? You’re sweating a lot,” Uraraka asked during lunch, tilting her head as she watched you push your food around your plate.

“Yeah,” you said quickly. Too quickly. “Just hot in here, y’know?”

“Hot? It’s literally perfect weather today,” Kaminari pointed out, frowning.

Shinsou, who had been sitting beside you, remained silent. He was watching you, that much you knew, but he didn’t push. He never did. That was one of the things you loved about him—he gave you space when you needed it.

But you could feel his eyes on you throughout the rest of the day. Every time you winced slightly when your chest felt too tight, every time you wiped your hands on your uniform, every time you took a deep breath like you were trying to calm yourself down. He saw it all.

By the time classes were over, you could barely focus. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing, and it felt like the world was closing in on you.

And then you made the mistake of heading back to your dorm room alone.

As soon as the door shut behind you, it was like a dam broke. Your breathing turned shallow, your hands shook violently, and suddenly, you weren’t just sweating—you were drenched in fear. Your chest felt like it was caving in, your throat was closing, and your mind was screaming at you to calm down, but you couldn’t.

This was fine. This was nothing. You weren’t dying. You couldn’t be.

And yet, you felt like you were.

Then the door opened.

Shinsou stood there, eyes widening as he took in the sight of you—curled up on your bed, gasping for breath, clutching at your chest like you could somehow hold yourself together if you just pressed hard enough.

“Hey—hey, what’s going on?” His voice was firm but gentle as he rushed to your side.

You shook your head frantically. “I—I don’t know—”

He crouched in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Breathe with me,” he instructed, inhaling deeply. “In for four, out for four. Come on.”

You tried. You really did. But your body refused to cooperate.

Shinsou cursed under his breath. “Alright, okay, that’s fine—just focus on my voice, okay? You’re safe. You’re not alone. I’m right here.”

Tears stung your eyes, and before you knew it, words were tumbling out of your mouth between ragged gasps. “I—It’s just—It’s just anxiety, right? It’s not real. It’s just something doctors made up so they can put people on meds and make more money—”

Shinsou froze.

Your voice wavered as you continued, “It’s not real—it’s not real, it’s just me being dramatic, that’s what my parents always said, so I just have to—I just have to ignore it, I—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice was sharp, and when you looked at him, his jaw was clenched, his fists tight. Not at you—never at you—but at the people who had put this idea in your head in the first place.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm for you. “Listen to me. Anxiety is real. What you’re feeling is real. Your body isn’t making this up, and you sure as hell aren’t being dramatic.”

Tears spilled over as you shook your head weakly. “But my parents—”

“They’re wrong,” he interrupted, his grip tightening on your shoulders. “I don’t care what they said. I don’t care what they made you believe. You are not making this up. You are not weak for feeling like this. And you sure as hell don’t have to deal with it alone.”

Something about his voice—about the absolute certainty in it—made you break. The sob you had been holding in finally escaped, and the moment it did, Shinsou pulled you into his arms.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, running a hand up and down your back. “I got you.”

You clung to him, gasping into his shoulder as the panic slowly, slowly started to fade. His presence, his warmth, his voice—it all grounded you in a way nothing else could.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be.” His fingers carded through your hair. “Never be.”

Minutes passed before your breathing finally evened out, your body no longer trembling. Even then, he didn’t let go.

“You don’t have to believe me right away,” he said quietly. “But I’m gonna keep telling you the truth until you do.”

You swallowed hard, nodding against his shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, he was right.

[finsplurtz]

Can you do something with Bakugou and rape?

loosen up, yeah? — katsuki.bakugo

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Katsuki.Bakugo

— contents : drunk sex , non con , you get bakugo drunk n fuck him , this is kinda iffy i’ve never written noncon before oops also rlly short gulp

warnings : R@PE!!! be currrful

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Katsuki Bakugo is insanely pretty. that’s what you first noticed about him when you met him, he had a nice face, beautiful eyes. second thing you noticed was how cold and rude he was to everyone, even his friends, and you were going to be the first person he truly respects.

you got along with all the other people, izuku and shoto, uraraka and tsu, they alll loved having you around and you all had fun when you guys hung out.

then there was bakugo who didn’t give a fuck that you were there, he basically ignored you.

to end the night everyone went out for drinks, one thing you knew about bakugo was that he wasn’t a lightweight, it definitely took a lot to get him drunk.

you sat down next to him at the table and passed him a glass with wine in it.

“drink?” you ask. he hummed before taking the glass and downing the drink. he did this for a couple times throughout the night but then he stopped.

“guys i’ll go get more to drink, you guys still going?” you ask getting out of your seat. all of them were still for drinking and you looked at bakugo who shook his head.

“mh… bakugo help me with the drinks!” you pat his back innocently hoping he would go with you, took a while before he finally gave in with an grunt of annoyance.

“you don’t wanna get wasted tonight bakugo? i mean look at everyone else, they’re already pretty drunk…” you start conversation as you both wait for the drinks to come.

“no i don’t want to wake up with hangover.”

.

.

“cmon, have some fun! drink with us~” you coo. bakugo shoos you away declining your offer. you grab one of the drinks on the counter and firmly grab his jaw, looking down at him.

“just a bit more, kay? loosen up.” you smile as you bring a glass to his mouth and slowly pour it into his mouth, he brought his hand up to stop you but drank the alcohol anyway. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked away.

“there you go, let’s try to have fun tonight!” you grab the rest of the drinks and he follows after.

the whole night you tried to get this blonde as drunk as possible, passing him more drinks, playing drinking games, pouring them down his throat yourself. by the end everyone was on the brink of passing out, bakugo could barely stand without stumbling.

you were a bit dizzy but managed. you sent everyone home safely and kept bakugo with you.

“drank quite a lot, huh bakugo.” you ask the man in your passenger seat who didn’t respond. he noticed you weren’t taking the route to his house and looked at you, you just kept your eyes on the road.

you guys got to your home and you helped him get up and out the car. bakugo was still conscious, aware of his surroundings, you needed him to down just a couple more drinks…

right as he sat on your couch you got some vodka out and placed it in front of him.

“imma throw up…” bakugo said, some hiccups leaving him.

“expensive kind. tastes good” you popped down next to him and poured him a glass anyway. you had to force feed him the drink and he wasn’t really putting up that much of a fight.

he started to blank out and he barely recalls passing out.

.

bakugo groans as he wakes up, hands feeling around at the sheets of the bed he was laying on. he opens his tired eyes and his breathing pace picks up when he sees his legs propped up on your shoulders, your dick already buried deep in his heat.

“w..what..” he has a migraine, you’re grinning devilishly, running your hands all over his thighs.

“morning pretty..” you whisper.

“wha….are…s-stop..” the blonde is about to start freaking out as realization sets in, he’s pulling his legs back and you take the opportunity to push them against him into a mating press, slamming deep into him.

“NOUH..~!” His eyes roll back as your huge length digs deep inside him. Tears begin to fall down his face as more painful moans leave him.

“you look prettier when you cry, baby~” you taunt as you set a pace and keep fucking into him. He’s trying to say something back but he’s speechless, you’re pulling moans out of his like crazy and he’s never felt this good.

his legs are trembling and he’s gasping pathetically, tears blurring his field of vision. you move his legs and start to jerk him off with one of you’re hands, groaning at the feelings of him tightening around you.

“fuh- hm..~ stop…p..lease..” he begs, barely even able to look at you. you’re just going at it faster, watching his tummy bulge at how far in your cock is hitting him.

“just…a second.. haa..” you’re thrusts get wonky and you whine when you finally fill him up with your semen, a cry leaving him.

Nothing but panting could be heard as you both calm down. just as you were pulling out, the blonde gave you a hard kick to the chest. you roll of the bed throwing a coughing fit.

you look back at him with a glare and see him filled with tears of rage. he’s covering his body up and shaking.

“so beautiful..”

a/n: wait ts so buns mb😭😭🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

[lovelykil]

heart eyes─

ᯓ izuku midoriya

note; this was inspired by a cai bot :3 I lowkey rushed at the end. I am very sleepy 😔

everything was fine.. before Izuku got hit with a villain's peculiar quirk in a fight you and a few of your classmates participated in.

when you saw him cry out in pain you quickly punched the guy you were fighting and passed him to the cute doe-eyed girl.

"ah-! Wait Y/-"

"give him a final blow Uraraka!" You yelled out as you ran toward Midoriya. Uraraka watched as you dashed over to the hurt teen with the stunted man in her arms. Her curious eyes widened, but she was brought back to reality when the villain gained back consciousness.

"oh, right!"

you swiftly did a run and slide over to his injured self and immediately began to check on him. The villain that used their quirk on him was far gone, they ran from the scene with a cheeky laugh. You looked over at the disappearing villain and cursed,

"crap she got away.." as you grumbled you heard Izuku mumble something in pain, he groaned picking his head up. Your hand remained on his back when you quickly turned around.

"Oh Midoriya, are you alr—"

"I.. don't feel so good.." He looked up at you with his eyes sealed closed and his brows knitted together in pain.

"what did she do to you— oh?" Your eyes dilated in shock when he fluttered his eyes opened. His pupils were now.. heart shaped?

It took him a moment to adjust to his environment, his eyes shifted a few times before they landed on you. That's when his eyes began to dilate.

"oh wow you're so prettyy.. hahahaa." His speech was a little slurred as if he was drunk, he seemed like a completely different person when he spoke to you. You felt your cheeks warm up.

"What the???"

"and that's the last of them! I shall inform the police we have captured these hooligans." Iida adjusted the sticky tape thanks to sero, wrapped around the remaining villains. All four of them looked embarrassed and irritated they got their ass beaten by a bunch of teenagers.

uraraka came in to join on the surface after successfully restricting that one villain you passed on to her, she held onto sero's tape that was wrapped tightly around the villain and held it like a balloon. "and there's another, release!" The villain came crashing down on the hard ground with a thud while uravity landed quite delicately on the hard surface.

the three students smiled in contentment at one another, they served their amount of justice for today it seemed, and were ready to head back to their dorms.

"the cops will be here shortly!" Iida exclaimed as he set his phone away from his ear.

"greaatt, can't wait to head back now! I'm starvin'." Sero rubbed his tummy with a relieved smile.

"awesome! Now— oh wait deku and Y/n! I saw her rush over to him I'm not sure what happened but it seemed urgent." The doe-eyed girl looked around for you and quickly spotted two bodies, you and izuku.

"they're over there!" She pointed and started forward. Sero followed along quickly after but Iida stayed to watch the villains, he watched in the distance with a worrisome face.

"Y/n! Is everything fine? We captured all the villains and—" both of the two heroes stopped in their tracks once you turned around in a very eerie manner at their voices. Your head turned slowly to reveal Izuku with his arms around your neck and him desperately trying to kiss you. Your face was a mess of a red shade as well as dark and disturbed.

the two heroes who came to save you watched in shock, Uraraka even blushed herself she was even more surprised.

"help... me..." You croaked out dramatically. Something traumatizing for sure happened when those three were out fighting and you were left alone with izuku.

"WHAT HAPPENED??" In unison, sero and uraraka yelled out, stunned at the sight.

. . .

after taking izuku to the nurse she sent him back, he wasn't really injured but affected by a quirk .. so she couldn't do much to help the boy only thing she mentioned was "the quirk will eventually wear off within maybe a day so it would be better if he rested to cause nomore.. drama."

"I'll make sure he gets to his dorm since he apparently doesn't want to let go of me." You try your hardest to push the green-haired boy away but his grip around your arm is too strong. You groan.

uraraka and sero chuckle together, "hopefully the quirk will go away when he wakes up."

"yeah, let's pray." You nonchalantly reply with a grin, you turn around after giving those two a wave. They wave back and watch you disappear with Izuku still so close to you.

"I wonder what that villain's quirk was and has deku acting like that.." uraraka mumbles with her hand to her chest, her eyebrows knit, she was worried.

sero pats her back for comfort, "he'll be fine! He's gone through much worse anyway." uraraka's worried eyes soon change as she gazes up at him, her hand falls momentarily. "I guess you're right."

. . .

"and we're finally here..." You finally let out a sigh of relief now being in izuku's room. Your head lifts itself up and your met with so much all might merch. Your eyes dilate.

"oh boy."

I forgot he is such a fanboy... you say to yourself.

izuku suddenly drags you over to his bed by the arm, you hadn't had time to even take in his room and he was already starting his bullshit caused by that damn quirk... that love quirk you now know of.

"ahg-! Izuku?!" He places you onto his bed with no time to spare, it's like he was waiting.. to do this. He pushes your body down on his sheets with his strong hands as he slowly climbs on top of you.

you don't have time to hide your blush, you don't have time to even process this situation anyway !!! Your cheeks were so hot you were practically boiling.

he had put you in a pot and was going to eat you ALIVE.

"y/n.. I.. I'm sorry I can't really help it, it's like something inside of me.. just really wants you." His heart-shaped pupils stare right into your shocked ones. His voice was so low and whiney as he apologized it made you gulp hard.

temptation was getting to you.

you've always liked him and for some time really, but you never told him,, only because you guys were focusing on becoming heroes and because you guys were good friends. You didn't wanna ruin anything.. but apparently now, that didn't seem to matter.

izuku was quite literally in between your legs now, his hot breath you could feel on your lips drove you crazy. He was so close.

"izu.." You breathe out, your eyes narrow down to his lips then to his love sick eyes.

his hand makes it to your warm cheek and caresses it lightly with his thumb. His other hand sneaks it's way onto your waist, after that you immediately folded he's got you now.

anything he says now you'll obey.

shit.. your eyes dart away, flushed as ever.

"aw come on, look at me sweetheart." His sweet voice rings in your ear. Your head turns almost immediately and he smiles.

"you're so cute when you get nervous you know?" His hand on your waist starts to slide up and down as he whispers to you. You choke out

this was to much, you wanted to escape, run away, something! But then again you wanted him to kiss you so badly, you were practically dying for it to happen already.

"I.. uhm" He simply smiles once again, watching you struggle to say something. His heart-shaped eyes looked to soften in size as he gazes upon you. Oh how so cute you look, it was finally time.

izuku wasn't really izuku right now obviously because of the quirk, but a little bit of him still remained in control. He felt a bit nervous currently but thanks to the quirk you couldn't detect it. He also wanted to kiss you, badly.

but was that really him or the quirk?

"I.. I wanna kiss you, is that okay?" He mutters, suddenly his gaze leaving yours. His hand leaves your waist and he leans away. He's playing with his fingers suddenly?

you slowly sit upwards from the wall and study him, he is fidgeting, is he nervous now?

"you want to kiss me?" your eyes light up, sparkle even. He looks up and nods, the way he does it is so cute . He looks so shy now with his green eyes softening at you.

you think for a second, will he even remember this kiss?

your eyes find his and leave them there, your lips curl suddenly, and you nod.

It would be better if he didn't remember... it would save the embarrassment.

"you can kiss me." Izu lips part, he's taken back at your reply. He's about to speak but something inside him seems to switch on. His fingers twitch and you notice his pupils, heart-shaped, dilate again.

oh no, it's back.

"oh you're so cute I can't wait to taste you sweetheart.." izu moves forward again, he makes you lean back against the wall. You blush a bright red, your nerves are back gosh he is so DIFFERENT now..

not so soft and shy but flirty and obsessed.

"taste??!" You blurt out as he lifts your chin toward him. He smirks, his eyes narrowing to your sweet lips.

"that's what I said, no?"

. . .

"should we tell deku dinner is being served? Or let him sleep?" Uraraka asks iida who walked beside her.

"well y/n hasn't made her way to the common room so she is most likely with Midoriya right as we speak. We should inform her and have her bring dinner to him." Iida states. They both motion toward Izuku's room, growing closer.

"that seems good, I hope he's okay though and she isn't having to much trouble with—"

"AAAAAHHHH MIDORIYAAA, STOP !!!"

a loud shriek echoes through the halls that made the two wandering students stop dead in their tracks.

"what in the world was that??" Iida looks around, alarmed. Uraraka points to the door.. izukus's door.

"It came from there!" The girl blasts off quickly to the rescue. Iida is caught off guard by her speed as he follows behind her

"wait up!"

the two race to the selected door and come crashing in, ready to tackle any danger that might have gotten inside.

"stop you crimin- oh!?" The brunette's face takes on a shade of pink at the sight infront of her. Her brows, once stitched together were now raised to her forehead.

her eyes flicker a few times before she makes a loud flushed noise and covers her face.

it was you and izuku, he was now ontop of you. His legs were protecting your sides as he attempted to kiss you once again. Your arms are on his shoulders..TRYING to stop him but uraraka probably already had the wrong idea.

you turn your head at the flushed girl, you blush yourself.

"uraraka?!" You shout, now incredibly embarrassed. She didn't say anything but kept her hands on her face.

"and IIDA!! what are you two DOING??" suddenly four eyes makes his appearance.

your eyes widen which makes your arms fall, izu finally kisses you but.. it wasn't your lips he met.

"IIDA??? OH MY GO— EEK?!" Your body tenses up, izuku kissed your neck. Oh my god he kissed your neck and wasn't stopping.

your body temperature rose like a thermometer, you were officially a red tomato.

"IZUKU???"

[thefiery-phoenix]

I have a request if that's OK can you do Yandere class 1a(romantic) (and Yandere eraser mic platonic ofc) x reader with powers like starfire or raven

Sure and I'll go with the reader having powers like Starfire if that's okay with you and I sincerely apologize if this sucked

You were a part of class 1A and over a period of time, they started growing obsessed and possessive of you so much that you weren't even allowed to hang out with students from the other classes. To say you had powers was an understatement, you were basically a walking weapon with your abilities of being able to fly, shooting laser beams from your eyes and hands, superhuman strength and agility. You aced the UA entrance exam like it was nothing and left everyone awed and speechless of your powers. You were soon sorted into class 1A after you received your acceptance letter and you became friends with your classmates, unaware of their darker masked desires and hidden intentions for you

You were book smart but when it came to figuring out the intentions your classmates had for you, you were quite naive indeed. The other day Monoma, TetsuTetsu and Kendou wanted to hang out with you and you agreed to hang out with them, when your classmates found out about your plans to hang out with some other class instead of them, they were annoyed and their jealousy bubbled inside him. They usually couldn't stand each other at times, each of them wanting to have you for themselves, however during times like this they were forced to work together. "HAH!? TF DO YOU MEAN HANGING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE RAT!? NO WAY!" yelled Bakugou as he muttered profanities and cursed under his breath while threatening to blast Monoma to the orbit. Uraraka, Momo and Mina had resorted to trying to guilt trip you by telling you that you barely ever hang out with them and you wanted to spend time with other people instead of them. Even the usually calm Deku and Kirishima had dark looks plastered across their faces, looking deep in thought while Iida was busy lecturing you as usual about how you shouldn't ignore your classmates when they wanted to spend time with you and besides, you also had homework to do and started listing out every possible reason why you couldn't hang out with the class 1B students

Eventually you ended up giving in and decided to have a movie night in the common room with your classmates since they just wouldn't stop with the incessant pestering. You don't know what it is they've done, but they've done something for sure since no one from class 1B decided to approach you the next day. Even Monoma kept his distance from you and scurried off in the opposite direction as your spotted a few scars on his face and hands which your dear classmates may or may not have caused. They won't allow anyone else to steal you away from them, you're theirs. From hanging out with Shoji and Koda and playing with Koda's pet bunnies to helping Sato bake his goodies and doing homework with Iida and Shoto to going shopping with the girls, you feel like your classmates are monopolizing your time way too much but you can't really do anything about it, how could you possibly prove that they're in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you?

Your teachers are of no help either whatsoever, Aizawa sensei and Present Mic think it's a GOOD thing your classmates are so protective and possessive of you. They're worried you might become reckless one day and your powers might end up hurting you which is the last thing they all want, so it's like a mutual silent agreement and understanding between them to keep an eye on you and protect you. Even if they have to get their hands dirty. Aizawa and Mic see you as one of their own kids to take care of and they take that role VERY seriously. The other day some random dude actually had the GUTS and audacity to try slipping in a love note into your locker while Aizawa was passing by and his eyes narrowed as he wrapped the guy in his scarves and gave him detention for the rest of the semester every day. If someone dares to make the mistake of bullying you, Mic would be the one to deal with that by using his quirk on them to make their eardrums literally BLEED till they apologize

Now, about your powers, it's a tricky situation. As much as they all love you for who you are and how capable you are to take care of yourself, they're also worried you might end up getting hurt one day because of them. No way in hell would Aizawa ever give you strenuous training tasks despite your whining and pleading, you could get hurt. They ALWAYS have eyes everywhere and they know your every move no matter what. Some of your classmates have literally resorted to stalking the living daylights out of you and you're still unaware of the secret cameras placed in your room, courtesy of Iida when you both had that study session a few days ago. Your every movement is now watched by all your classmates and your teachers as well. They don't even realize they're doing something wrong and they're lost so far in their delusion, they think they're just doing their jobs as good heroes in protecting you, their loved one and keeping you safe

Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Hagakure and Ojiro think your powers are cool but the rest of them are really worried for your safety. You always get lectured by Iida whenever you end up doing something risky and Deku would just be pleading with you to never do something like this again while Bakugou would lovingly insult you to knock some sense into your head. You are NOT to be fighting villains, they've all established that already and made that rule VERY clear. If there's a villain attack at some point, you'll be taken to safety because they do not want you engaging into such dangerous stuff. Look, you might have strong powers and you might be a good fighter but that still doesn't mean they'll let you fight villains and criminals, you'll always be seen as someone naive and sheltered in their eyes, someone they need to protect from the darkness of the world. But not to worry though, after the villains are dealt with (Or probably murdered), Aoyama will comfort you with cheese, Momo will make you some tea and Jirou will play some of her music for you as you'll spend the rest of your time surrounded by your classmates once again, your teachers pleased with the turn of events of the extreme lengths your classmates are willing to take to protect you. What sort of heroes would they be if they can't ensure their loved one's safety after all?

[elssero]

/ MASKED

-elssero kintober

-ghostface!dabi x reader, college au!, loser!dabi, costume party, mentions of alcohol and drugs, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, actually really cute, dabi is insecure:. maybe a tiny bit ooc, but it's very cute.

a costume party? what a bore. there's a small itch in the back of your head- a silent plea. telling you to just go home- end the night early.

you were supposed to be studying tonight, a huge test was right around the corner and you knew you needed the extra hours looking over the content.

you couldn't help yourself when your roommate barged into your room an hour earlier begging you to join her and her friends. you deserved a break? right? you'd spend the entire day going over course work and a few hours wouldn't hurt?

rushing to get dressed and leave at the same time as her is a challenge but you refused to show up by yourself- far too nervous to even think about it.

your costume- if it could even be considered one is just a little pair of black cat ears, paired with the first matching outfit you pulled from your wardrobe.

the music in the house is far too loud for your alcohol levels- finding yourself next to an assortment of drinks layed out on a table. eventually finding your drink of choice. you turn around to talk to your roommate after what had to be only a few seconds to find her completely vanished-

great.

studying the crowds around you for a second- not finding any familiar faces you decide to make your way outside- recognising who you think to be a girl from your english class.

"oh hey!- sorry your uraraka right?" your silently hoping that she accepts your attempt at conversation seeing as you can't find anyone you actually know.

"uh yes i am?" she looks at you puzzled for a minute and you internally curse yourself for expecting her to recognise you-

"oh wait i know you! you sit behind me in english right? yn?" oh thank god.

"yes that's me! i'm sorry for barging into your conversation like this but my roommate quite literally disappeared on me." she only smiles at you in return-and your incredibly grateful.

"no don't worry about it! uh- if anything i'm glad you ran into me! i've been meaning to talk to you about what we're doing in class right now-" she rubs her hands together as she talks- clearly a little nervous.

"i'm struggling to fully understand what the professor wants us to do with this assignment thing-but you seem to get it pretty well? i was hoping you'd maybe explain it to me?" you flash the girl infront of you a teasing grin before asking for her number-promising you'll send her a text tomorrow so you guys can find a more appropriate time to meet up and discuss your project.

"hey um- do you know that guy over there? the one in the mask?" the girl points at a man with dark hair as she eyes him up suspiciously. "he's like- totally staring right at you- it's actually kind of creepy.."

you follow her line of sight and your immediately uneasy- his costume seems to be put together at the last minute, much like your own. but to say the vibe he gives off matches the mask would be an understatement.

despite his eyes being completely covered- his stare sends shivers up your spine. "uh- i'm not sure?"

"it doesn't look like you have much time to figure it out- he's heading this way." okay- this is fine. it's probably just some frat guy trying to be creepy.

uraraka doesn't stay by your side to figure it out- she leaves with a wink and a hushed good luck and by the time you turn around your face to face with the masked stranger.

"uh- hello there?" you try not to sound as nervous as you feel it's hard with the way he looms over you.

he seems to catch the nervousness in your voice-chuckling before he speaks- "sorry- did i scare you?"

his voice- despite the rasp is far nicer than you would've expected, the tease in his voice is evident.

"didn't mean to make you nervous- just wanted to introduce myself." you can't see the smirk on his face but you can hear it. "i'm dabi"

"i'm not nervous. just drunk- and on high alert." the he moves closer- you feel more at ease after hearing his name, certain you've heard it before.

"what'd say we head back inside- get something to drink."

a part of you wishes you'd said no- but you didn't. you allowed to him take your hand and lead you back inside. you let him fix you up some mixture of drinks that for the record tasted better than anything else you'd had to drink tonight and you'd let yourself relax- spend time with him.

the touches of your waist hadn't gone unnoticed- the way his hand lingered on yours when he passed you a cup- his arm looping around your shoulder when men approached- he seemed to like the game.

you however- we're getting sick and tired of the game. the heat pooling in your stomach was only growing with each of his little touches. enough was enough.

you grab his hand, forcing him to follow you into the first empty room you can find before you shut the door- locking it quickly behind you.

"woah pretty- what's going on? you okay?" you can't tell if the concern in his voice is false or not- but the way his hands grip your waist indicates he has ulterior motives.

your not the kind of person- you don't have one night stands- especially not with strangers, strangers whose faces you haven't even seen.

but with dabi it feels different- almost as though you can't help it, not with the heat growing in your core.

finding it difficult to find the words- instead opting to run your hands along his arms- hooking them together around his neck.

"what're you doing?" there's a laugh- a joke in his voice that completely contrasts with your seriousness-

"do you want me?"

it seems to stop his movements- the small circles he was tracing on your waist come to a hold and for a second you think you've got the wrong idea- "are you crazy?" he lets out a chuckle "of course i fucking want you"

"then what's taking you so long" it's said with newly found confidence.

"you haven't even seen my face?" some may take this as judgement- but you can tell there's more to it-something hidden. "¡ don't care" those three simple words seems to shock him.

"how?- how can you not care?" it's weird how within the hours that you've spent with the man you haven't felt the need to see what he looks like- it just feels right. "what you look like doesn't matter- jus' want you"

"fuck- baby are you sure?" his voice is strained- laced with a mix of hope and confusion. his hands begin to dig into your waist.

"yes- yes i'm sure" pulling him towards you by his neck- bringing him closer "need you- please-"

"okay- okay baby i got you-" he feels insane- crazy. to have somehow ended up so close to you, with your hands around his neck.

he'd been holding back- of course he has. he'd wanted you for as long as he can remember-you'd never know of course, that he'd had a silly crush on you for weeks.

you hike your clothes away from your lower half-exposing yourself, he has to take a second to double check he's still breathing before he shoves your underwear to the side-

he runs a finger across your slit- the dampness evident "fuck- baby your soaked." his pace is slow-

"your such a tease- been doing it all night" he lets out a chuckle at this "m'sorry- c'mere let me make it up to you-" before he slides a finger in before adding another. "oh-fuck" he slides his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pace "gotta prep you- gotta have you cum on my fingers first-"

he changes the angle slightly- fingers hitting a different spot "oh-oh" he takes notice of your reaction- increasing his pace "you like that?" you can't answer him as well as you'd like- he takes the increasing volume of your moans as a yes- "you gonna cum on my fingers pretty?"

it seems that the "yeah- just like that- let it go" you feel it coming- a release in your stomach before it happens- your cumming "dabi- fuck!"

he halts- seemingly staring at you as your mouth drops- listening to your moans as they leave your mouth-"you think you can go again?" there's an eagerness in his voice- one you can't refuse "yeah-yeah i wanna go again"

you grap at him- hand running over his bulge- not being able to waste a second before you take it out-trying not to seem shocked at the size. "wanna feel you-"

you go to take him in your hand before his is around your wrist- halting your movements "shit- baby don't talk like that"

"please- want it" and he groans- a low, deep sound.

"and i wanna last more than ten seconds-" he says it breathlessly- barely touched and he's already losing his mind.

he aligns himself- tip hitting your folds and you hear another deep moan from behind the mask."oh fuck-baby"

it's weird how intimate it is when he slips into you-moans mixing together with ease- your head falling back as he bottoms out.

"fuck- oh god." he moves against you without rhythm- instead it's desperate, rushed. "you f-feel so good"

it's unpracticed- but god does it feel good, it's like he's wanted this forever- the feeling is rubbing off on you"d-don't stop-"

"feel good baby?" he sounds cocky, and you can't even blame him because it does feel good "yeah-feels good"

it doesn't take him long before he's unraveling "fuck-think i'm gonna cum" he can't be blamed- he has wanted this forever. "it's fine- i'm protected" the sentence seems to enlighten something in him- his thrusts get faster- more uncontrolled "holy shit"

"fuck are you sure?" you wouldn't normally- but something about him just feels so right, so you let him.

"fuck- you can cum in me- it's okay" it's all the confirmation he needs before he's completely lost-blinded by pleasure "fuck baby- m'cumming!"

his face falls- landing in the crook of your neck, in the mist of his pleasure he doesn't notice how his mask gets caught in your hair- tugging it away from his face- falling to the ground with a loud thud.

you don't notice it either- not until you've came down from your high. he moves his head away from your neck- a loopy smile on his face as your eyes catch his, clearly still coming down from his own high.

it's not until he notices that your jaw has dropped-eyes wide when he thinks something might be wrong- he goes to speak- to ask if your okay before you beat him to it.

"touya?"

in an instant his eyes are blown even wider than yours- he wants to move, terrified of how you'll react know that you who he really is.

"it is you! i knew i recognised your voice" he blinks at you- your voice doesn't seem laced with any sort of malice, if anything there's a touch of excitement "oh god i hope this doesn't make class awkward."

this can't be right- surely not. why do you seem so calm about this? "uh- are you okay? you seem kinda out of it?"

"what's going on?" he seems kind of lost for words."why aren't you weirded out?" his frustration and confusion only makes you giggle.

"well- i've always thought u were cute, all quiet and mysterious." you give him a smile before continuing.

"this is a win for me."

he again- doesn't reply to you, instead looks at you in shock as you tidy yourself up, drunkly giggling to yourself as you do.

"hey uh- how about we get a ride back to my place, pick up some food on the way?" he can't fathom this- how cool you seem to be, how calm.

"uh- okay? sure." he's losing his mind he thinks, fixing himself up he lets you take his hand, dragging him out of the random bathroom you'd found yourself in.

you remind silent until you've dragged him all the way out of the house, fumbling your way to street while you wait on an uber "your kinda stupid touya- a cute stupid."

he fidgets with his fingers- but he doesn't fight the smile that appears on his face. "whatever- your paying for your own food."

[codenamesazanka]

the thing is. Shigaraki dies with literally like three people left in the world to mourn him. Shigaraki dies without a body and a proper funeral or burial. Shigaraki dies leaving nothing - no possessions, no photographs, nothing but last words to his friend that must be given by his killer.

Yeah, Shigaraki killed people, but I just feel like. Those people still have a number of family and friends to mourn them. Those people likely left behind something to remember them by. Shigaraki has barely anything like that, largely because a villain (that no Hero saved him from) made sure of that, and the sheer unfairness of that hurts.

Shigaraki dies because the guy who said he wanted to save him (his inner child) directly contributes to his death - his supposed savior is also his killer. Because in a hero-saturated society, no one noticed a missing Shimura Tenko for 15 fucking years. All Might takes down organized crime and AFO's empire and never knew AFO's cultivated children existed.

Shigaraki dies because Deku, the Hero who says he wants to try "saving" Shigaraki/The Crying Child, tells at most 3 living people (Uraraka - "I can't ignore what I saw"; implied to have told Gran Torino his plan, to which Gran says 'killing is salvation'; maybe All Might, but we never see even a hint of this), and no one else. Plans with no one else. Stays silent when Gran advises him to kill Shigaraki, when Heroes draw up plans for a SKY COFFIN DEATH ARENA, when Heroes strategize about how AFO is a better opponent to face, implying the possession victim should stay possessed.

Deku talks about not ignoring the Crying Child inside of Shigaraki, wanting to save that Crying Little Boy, but then you realize he never even approaches the idea of saving Shigaraki from AFO's fucking possession. Never tries to save Shigaraki from AFO, the immediate priority - only saving Shigaraki from his own self-loathing, essentially putting the blame on Shigaraki himself. At best maybe saving the Crying Child has the vague, inherent idea of freeing Shigaraki from the possession, but in the end, it's really Shigaraki who breaks free of it on his own, with help from his League.

Shigaraki dies, and Deku now gets sympathy for feeling guilt about killing him, because isn't that so gracious of him? For thinking about his dangerous, deranged enemy? For promising not to forget the guy he half-heartedly claimed to want to save, and then only half-succeeded? For acknowledging his own failure? The greatest Hero.

Shigaraki dies in such an unjust way. But we're supposed to applaud Deku for his efforts in contributing to this death.

*as always, substitute how much blame you want to give Horikoshi for writing Deku so badly in Act 3, though imo Deku's been a shithead since Chapter 1

[yndrgrl]

yandere! bakugou uses you to get to someone else, but ends up falling for you instead

long ass fic. fem! reader. regular! au. enemies to lovers. lowkey crack! fic. tsundere! bakugou.

warnings: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, somnaphilia (idk how to spell it), degrading, bullying, spitting, public sex, hatefuck

a/n: requests are open :) (plz request something, idk what else to write about 😭)

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"no." that's all you said. so flat, so robotic. that's all you wanted to say.

bakugou was a pushy man, however. "it wasn't a question."

"oh for real?" you gasped, putting both hands to your cheeks to show your faux shock. "no."

"listen, you're gonna help me win over uraraka-"

"no, i'm not, bakugou," you denied once more. you don't even know why he came to you in the first place. it was clear as day that uraraka had a major crush on izuku, & izuku liked uraraka just as much.

honestly, what surprised you the most is that bakugou even had a crush. i guess it makes sense that it would be on uraraka though.

"yes, you are because i have something over you," bakugou threatened lowly.

you scoffed, "oh, do you now?" there wasn't really much he could have over you that would make you help him-

he slammed a journal on the desk, a slam echoing throughout the library. it was your personal diary.

you lunged for your journal, but he snatched it & threw it into his bag. you screamed at him, "how'd you get that, you sicko?!" the only way he would've gotten that was by breaking into your dorm room.

"are you going to help me or not?"

yes, you could've bought a nicer, leather journal with handcrafted pieces of paper, glued recent pictures of your life & decorated the pages with washi tape, stickers, & colored markers, but you didn't want to start over yet. your journal is a year & a half old, every page nearly filled; it's a deep dive into your mind. every overwhelming event in your life, every good memory, every goal you strive to achieve is written down in that book. bakugou katsuki had that all in his possession.

that's why, two days after you found out what he has, you're sitting with your usual study group in your designated, outdoor study area-- plus bakugou. your bluetooth speaker played a playlist shared throughout the group. you sat on the edge with uraraka beside you & bakugou across from you.

"y/n," someone said, catching your attention; it was uraraka. "i didn't know you & bakugou were friends."

you wanted to laugh. you quickly told her, "we're not-"

"we're good friends," katsuki overlapped with his lie. his scowl upturned into the smallest smile when uraraka glanced up at him.

"oh wow, i had no idea! the two of you are so hard-headed, i wouldn't have expected the two of you to get along so great," she said back with a giggle. you loved uraraka, but she's too friendly sometimes.

bakugou, trying to play into the cool-bad-boy character, said, "yeah, well she makes it hard sometimes, but it helps when she has cute friends, i guess."

never in your life did you think you would hear big, tough bakugou flirt in your life.

they continued their conversation that you tuned out, rereading your notes & constructing plans on how to get your journal so you could expose him. everyone was invested in their own stuff. obviously, bakugou & uraraka were talking amongst themselves. momo was explaining to jirou & mina some math topic that they were sobbing about. tsu was on her laptop as she tried finishing a power point that was due the next day.

your chin was propped up by your hand, humming the song that started playing. "um, excuse me," a masculine voice called out. it caught the attention everyone at the table. you heard bakugou scoff, & you could only assume he rolled his eyes.

you looked up at the source of the voice. he was right in front of you, face red, cheeky smile. he was cute in the way that a puppy eager for a treat was. "you're y/n, right?"

"yeah, i am," you confirmed, matching his grin.

he introduced himself by saying his name & told you that he was in the hero-support program. he then said, "i just wanted to say that you're just really pretty."

compliments were one thing. compliments from complete strangers always messed you up though. "oh, th-thanks." you're so awkward.

"so like, maybe i could get your number, & we could go on a date or two?"

you glanced back at all your friends, who all had big smiles as a way of non-verbally saying, "get your manz, bitch!!"

bakugou on the other hand, had an expression of confusion & anger-- the anger was permanent though.

"i mean, i don't give out my phone number, but maybe we can snap or something?"

the guy nodded with enthusiasm, pulling out his phone to give you his username. "cool, well sorry for wasting your guys' time," the boy said to you friends before turning to you & saying, "i'll hit you up later?"

"can't wait," you replied back.

as soon as he was out of earshot, mina squealed, "oh my god! you're such a flirt!"

jirou teased, "you're so awkward, it's literally so funny."

"you're my pretty best friend," tsu croaked with a laugh.

"guys, nothing is gonna happen," you said with a blush. "i'm just gonna be his friend."

"how does it feel to be hit on for the first time, loser?" bakugou yawned, as if he's been hit on ten million times by fan girls & milfs or something.

mina retaliated, "what are you talking about? y/n gets hit on all the time!"

uraraka jumped in, "yeah, what's was that? guy number five?"

"y/n?" bakugou questioned, & all your friends nodded. "that thing? doubt it."

"what's there to doubt? you just saw it," you growled at him, he annoyed you so badly.

after that study session, he got uraraka's number like he hoped for, but he was more curious about you. he never realized until that day how often you do actually get men's attention. bakugou always assumed you were some bookworm, writer nerd who leeched off of his darling, uraraka for popularity & personality.

"i don't get it," bakugou muttered, staring at your figure across the cafeteria. he was surrounded by his friends, who all followed his gaze.

kirishima groaned, "dude, just ask uraraka out already." it was routine that bakugou would say something about how shitty nerd, deku, isn't good enough for her affections or how he would be a better match for her.

"no, it's not that," bakugou corrected, glare not breaking off of you. this caught kirishima, denki, sero, & mina -who sometimes sat with you as well- off guard.

"what are you talking about, bro," denki asked.

"i don't get it. she's not even that cute," bakugou scoffed, slouching back into the bench. his eyes finally tore away from you & awase from class 1-b.

"who?"

"y/n, i think," mina assumed, & when bakugou didn't deny it, they all knew she was right. "why does it even bother you?"

"it doesn't," he said, glancing back at you. awase left you, & in his place was the floating, fighting machine uraraka. he didn't feel the need to say anything about her though, but he felt like he had to. "she's weird, uraraka shouldn't even be friends with her."

"there it is," sero sighed, making all the others laugh.

"shut up," bakugou scowled at them. everyone was used to it, so they weren't that threatened.

"but seriously, bakubro, don't hate on y/n just cuz she's best friends with uraraka, & you're jealous," kirishima told him. he always did this to the blonde. he wasn't scared to tell him off.

bakugou, infuriated, yelled, "i'm not jealous of her, okay? it's just stupid how she has everyone wrapped around her finger, so don't be some dumb, y/n defenders. hop off her fuckin' dick."

"i'm just saying, man. she's super cool, has a useful quirk, & is an awesome fighter," kirishima said, holding his hands as a way to show he was backing down.

"if i were you, bakugou, i would be trying to be her friend," mina said.

mina's words played on repeat in bakugou's head for a week. it was driving him crazy. even though that bridge of being friends was already burned & he kept telling himself he doesn't care, he can't help but want to be closer to you.

he said it was all for uraraka in the end. after all, when they were texting the other day, she said that she would want a future partner to get along with her friends or else it'll be a deal breaker.

bakugou deduced that if he was on favorable terms with you that uraraka would fall for him-- & maybe you too. he felt himself physically jolt when he thought that. why in fucks name would he want you to fall for him? he thought for a second. it's not like he wants to be with you or anything, but he doesn't want you with anyone else.

he somehow found himself in front of your dorm door past curfew. bakugou, at this time, was usually asleep, dreaming about a life where him & uraraka lived happily ever after. however, tonight was different. he didn't feel like thinking about the short-haired brunette.

he doesn't even know why he's outside your door.

in his head, he rationalized that he just loves uraraka so much that he'd give up sleep to become your friend. it was such an urgent situation that he didn't even bother putting on shirt.

he fished in his sweatpants' pocket for a lock pick, the same one he used to break into your dorm the first time to steal your journal. bakugou jammed it into the lock, opening the door with ease. he shut the door carefully before stalking further into your room.

there you were on your bed. swaddled in your fluffy duvet, cuddling a stuffed animal. you must've felt his presence because your sleeping self started shifting & ended up kicking off your blanket. you ended up on your stomach, one leg crunched towards your side while the bottom leg laid straight. you faced away from bakugou.

his breath hitched, something inside him twitched. bakugou couldn't help but stare. he had to admit that you had the body of his dream girl. wait no, his dream girl was uraraka-

he cut his own thoughts off when he saw how your ass looked in that position. the blue hue from the moonlight flowed into the room because, for some reason, you felt no need to close your curtains. he could make the shape of you so clearly. he reached for you.

he told himself that he wouldn't be cheating on his soon-to-be lover. it's just a touch, a friendly touch that friends share with each other.

his fingertips ghosted over your exposed thighs. you were wearing nothing but thong & an oversized band tee. the gentle touches turned into full-palm caresses. her skin is so smooth, bakugou thought. he loomed closer to you, inhaling deeply. she smells so nice.

he climbed over you with the agility of a shadow. the bed didn't even creak. he kneeled over legs, & his hands found your plush ass. he kneaded your bare butt, shifting you so you were fully on your stomach. you remained unmoving; you usually take melatonin gummies right before bed anyways.

bakugou kept groping your ass while his cock hardened into its full length. his hands wandered, thumbs grazing over your entrance. he grasped you, & he spread your ass cheeks apart. you must be dreaming about something dirty because your thong was soaked.

bakugou readjusted himself so he was on level with your ass. "this is just what friends do," he hazily whispered to himself. "friends help friends get better."

he blew on the wet patch, watching your pussy twitch through your panties. bakugou waited for a second, trying to grasp at any sort of self-control but, when you subconsciously propped your ass higher for him, he couldn't help it. he mentally apologized to uraraka before he dove into your ass.

his tongue licked your clothed slit, & he felt how thin your thong truly was. he only got an inkling of what you tasted like, & he craved more. bakugou lapped you juices through your panties, dampening the light grey cloth into a darker shade. his jaw hinged open to allow his tongue to delve further down.

he found your clit through your thong. he pressed his tongue against you, & sleeping, unsuspecting you let out a moan. "oh fuck," bakugou whispered in response, diving back into your pussy.

he pulled your thong up. it rode higher in your ass, then the part the was covering your pussy disappeared between your lips.

he started eating you out again, groaning in pleasure when he finally got to touch your bare skin. he slurped your juices over & over.

bakugou didn't realize that he pulled his sweatpants & boxers down to his knees. he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your juices & his saliva connecting him to you.

on his knees, he positioned his big cock between your ass. a moment of clarity hit him, it wasn't right, he knew that deep down. you really didn't do anything to him.

your phone next to your pillow buzzed. he grabbed it, his hung cock still pressed against you. it was a message from uraraka that read, "wait what did you wanna tell me about bakugou earlier? you looked so concerned haha."

you were trying to tell him? what a fucking bitch, bakugou thought with pure hatred. you were trying to sabotage him with your words, your pretty little mouth, with your dumb, stupid body.

his rationality was once again thrown out of the door. uraraka would want me to show y/n her place, he thought. he climbed off of you. he had to show you what your mouth was meant for. your mouth wasn't meant for snitching, it was meant for sucking cock-- his cock.

bakugou turned your head & pulled it at the edge of the bed. thankfully, it's like your body already knew what was gonna happen, your mouth was already agape. he pushed his tip past your lips. your tongue lazily stroked against his length. he moved his dick in & out of your throat, & yet somehow you still remained motionless.

his control turned into animalistic thrusts, gagging you over & over, & you still stayed asleep. "fuckin' stupid bitch," he groaned, throwing his head back. your throat expanded with each thrust to accommodate his thickness & length.

spit & his precum spilled out of your mouth & onto your silk pillowcase. because you were sideways, his heavy balls slapped against your face, nose shoved into his pubes. you gargled & gagged in your sleep, but you still handled him so well.

his passionate angry finally swelled up & shot down your throat. even though he was cumming, he kept half-assed thrusting in your throat, coating every inch with white. all for uraraka, remember? because bakugou completely forgot what drove him to do what he just did.

the next day, as you entered the classroom, he heard you tell to uraraka about how the melatonin gummies really worked. "yeah, i was completely knocked out! i drooled so much, my pillow was drenched. it was disgusting."

"really? i know that they're good, but i never drooled that much. maybe you really needed that sleep."

as they passed bakugou's seat, uraraka waved at him with pink cheeks. "hey, bakugou."

"uraraka," he said back to her. he watched your smile drop into a frown, your eyes rolling. he was winning over uraraka, he knew that, but he didn't feel satisfied. he yearned the banter between the two of you more than uraraka's affections. "what was that, idiot?"

uraraka was shocked at first, thinking he was talking to her until she heard you shoot back, "shouldn't you be watching ochaco instead of me?" if he didn't know any better, it sounded like you were jealous.

"y/n, let's calm down," uraraka sheepishly suggested, but it only angered you more. why was she on that weirdo's side? why wasn't she on your side? even after you told her what he did to you, she didn't even care; in fact, she seemed flattered.

"yeah, calm down," bakugou chimed in with that disgusting, cocky smile, "go in the back & drool all over your desk."

"eavesdropping now? you really are obsessed," you huffed, marching towards your desk that was, in fact, in the back of the classroom. you thought uraraka was right behind you, but by the time you turned around to sit in your chair, you noticed her take a seat next to bakugou.

the bell rang, & in rolled your sleepy teacher, mr. aizawa. he called roll, held an hour long lecture while you took notes, then assigned a 4-page essay with three sites sources. after he was done, he questioned, "now that we're done with that, what is happening today?"

iida's hand shot up along with his entire body.

"go ahead, iida."

"the 1a students from ketsubutsu academy are training with us today." oh right, you completely forgot about that. you were not in the mood to socialize with those uptight, cocky rich kids today. even though you took the melatonin gummies the night before to ensure a goods night sleep, you got everything but that. you felt like you were melting all night, & now you just felt restless.

"good, iida is correct," mr. aizawa confirmed. "they're already waiting in training facility a, so get dressed & be there in 10 minutes."

"yes sir!" & they all scurried out of the classroom.

your entire class entered the facility in their hero costumes. like mr. aizawa said, the visiting students were already there, stretching & warming up. mr. aizawa, once he noticed his entire class, announced that on the white board was everyone's names & assigned training group for the day.

everyone, including the other class, crowded around the board to find their names. "y/n!" your best friend, who you were extremely pissed off at, cheered. "we're all in the same group!" we... all?

you look at uraraka to see who she was referring to. "it's just my luck," you groaned, of course it was bakugou. "i just had to be put in a group with you!" you wanted to shout at everyone. you wanted to shout at uraraka for being swooned by a creep, you wanted to yell at mr. aizawa for putting you in a group with bakugou, & you wanted to scream, jump, yell, & hit bakugou over the head with a bat just for being the aggravating, prideful bastard he is.

"we just had to have a weak fuckin' nerd in your group?" he said to uraraka, but glanced to his side to meet your eye. your fuming expression really got him going. "there's no one more annoying than you-"

"are you y/n?" someone questioned. that just be the last person in your group.

you looked up at him, & with a half-hearted smile, you said, "i am."

"nice, i'm in your group," he told you, "i'm yo shindo. & i must admit, i was not excited for this whole group training thing until i saw a pretty girl like you was in my group."

oh, so he was a flirt? honestly, you didn't mind at all; you needed something to distract you & what's a better distraction than a buff playboy?

"honestly me too, but i think it'll be fun with you," you said back, but you overthought what you said. was it cringy?

bakugou was watching the whole exchange, brows furrowed, vein popping through his skin on his forehead. uraraka noticed, & because with the new-found knowledge that bakugou really liked her, she stroked his arm & asked, "are you okay?"

he looked at her with the same look of anger, now mixed with discomfort, & shrugged her off. "yeah, i'm fine."

he turned his attention back to you & shindo. bakugou's hands sparked ever so suddenly when he took in the scene in front of him. you were eating up all of shindo's praises & brags. your hands tried to squeeze around his biceps but you just couldn't connect your hands. "wow, your muscles are so big~ you must be strong."

"of course i am, i gotta be so i can impress pretty girls like you after all," he winked at you. for a moment, you glanced at bakugou, feeling his harsh glare, & he looked like he was about to explode. you didn't know why though, doesn't he have what he wanted already? he has uraraka right there, & yet he's still mad at you. he still owes you your journal too, so the two of you were not on good terms.

"sorry, i didn't mean to get carried away," you told shindo, pulling your hands away.

as the two of you walked towards uraraka & bakugou, shindo said, "i don't mind, you can touch me wherever, whenever."

you couldn't help but laugh out loud. "god, you're such a flirt!"

"you seem to love it though-"

"y/n, would you stop being a hoe for one second & train like you're supposed to?" bakugou said to you, hands stuffed inside his pockets, looking so nonchalant. you blinked a moment, & you waited for uraraka to say something or to rush by your side. she didn't do any of that

all she said was, with a giggle & eyes staring at bakugou, "that was mean." yeah, it was. it really was. the tips of your ears burned in humiliation, your palms became sweaty, & your breathing was uneven. after uraraka was done ogling bakugou, she looked at you, & her eyes widened. never in her entire childhood friendship did she see that expression on your face.

"dude, i don't know who think you are, but don't talk to her like that," shindo said, stepping forward & slightly in front of you. your tense shoulders relaxed just a bit-- someone is in your corner.

the amused bakugou turned pissed off when your new, little boy-toy went to your rescue, even though he knew you didn't need rescuing. "h-hey, let's save it for training, yeah-"

"i'll talk to y/n however i want, damn weak fuck," bakugou replied, copying his movements & stepping forward. "you're just like her: fucks anything that moves, huh?"

"bakugou-"

"that's it!" you shouted as you shoved bakugou away from shindo. the three of them -bakugou, uraraka, & shindo- were shocked to say the least. he pushed you too far all for entertainment & some obsession. "you're such a goddamn coward, you know that? all you are is a bully who's play-pretending to be a hero! you're such a control freak that, even after you stole my best friend, you still need to have something over me, so you won't give me back my stupid journal. & worst of all, you just stare & glare & act like i'm scum when you're the actual piece of shit! & you're not even ashamed! you want everyone to know! i hate you so much!"

after your tangent/rant, you walked away, quirk firing left & right. you didn't need to hear whatever bakugou was going to say next, it was probably be something so degrading that winds up in her next journal entry.

the three of the gawked at you, watching you walk straight to the state-of-the-art punching bags. uraraka was the first to speak. "i'll talk to her. i've never seen her that... mad. it was like she was a whole new person-"

"you guys are terrible classmates. there was no reason to say any of that. i'll go talk with her," shindo cut uraraka off. before either of them could do anything, bakugou was already strutting towards you, gauntlets sparking.

"who does she think she is?" they heard him utter. they were out of earshot, however, when he said, "making me fuckin' hard then walking away. damn tease."

he caught up to you in no time. you were almost to the punching bags when he grabbed your wrist, his hand was warm & a stinging sensation engulfed your wrist.

uraraka & shindo watched as the two of you screamed at each other, you shoving him, him glaring at you, you throwing a piece of your costume at him. honestly, it would've been comedic if it wasn't for bakugou pressing your buttons.

"what are they? toxic exes or something?" shindo questioned as they began to walk towards the fighting two.

"oh, no, not at all! i would've known," uraraka told him, "they're just... um... friends i think. maybe enemies."

"i can tell that much."

when the actual training began, you & bakugou tried to separate from each other. you were paired with shindo & him with uraraka. but, because of the conditioning & the way today's training was set up, it was inevitable that you two would interact again.

like at lunch, the two of you sat across each other at a table, eating your lunches. you didn't bother speaking, you didn't even want to see bakugou ever again, after all.

or at the water fountain, when he said, "hurry up." & so you took longer, even though you weren't thirsty anymore.

or when you had to rotate partners & bakugou was your only option. the two of you, against the rules, threw quirk-backed attacks each other.

& that's how you two ended up being excused early. while everyone else was getting better, you were locked out & forced to change back into your school uniform, & the only person with you was bakugou.

when you left the changing room, he was leaning against the wall-- almost like he was waiting for you. "you done being mad at me?"

"no, i'm not, & i'll never stop being mad at you," you said, walking right past him. he followed close behind you.

"listen, i didn't mean to embarrass you. i didn't know you'd get so pissy."

"what did you think was gonna happen?!"

"i don't know, okay?" the two of you were yelling at this point.

"you have ochaco, can you please just give me my journal & leave me alone? you two can be happy far, far away from me," you said, cursing yourself for choking up. you mentally prepared for the teasing & "witty" comebacks bakugou had in store.

instead, he asks, "are you jealous?"

"what?"

"are you jealous?"

you scoffed, opening the door to the dorm building. "don't flatter yourself, big guy."

"i'm being serious," he said to you as he leaned on the counter. you were so hungry that you didn't really care bakugou was watching you cook. "because i was."

"what are you getting at, bakugou?" you asked, putting a pot of water on the stove, bringing it to a boil.

"i was so jealous today," he said.

"of what?"

"of damn shindo kid," he responded back. your angered expression contorted into a puzzled one as you looked up at him. when you didn't reply, he continued, "if i knew stupid one liners got your attention, i would've been doing that sooner."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. the guy who's been making the past few months hell was confessing something you never expected. "what about ochaco, hm? i thought you needed her to breath or something."

"yeah, i guess i liked her at first, & that's why i needed your help," he admitted. he then fished a journal, your journal, out of his bag & stood up. he walked towards you, hand outstretched with your beloved diary in his grasp. you reached out for it when he lifted it above your head with a taunting smirk. "but then i realized that i wanted you this entire time."

--nsfw starts here--

"you're just saying stupid things to get a rise out of me, bakugou," you rolled your eyes at him. you placed a hand on his chest as you jumped for your journal, fingers touching it ever so lightly. it was just out of reach.

you thought you had it, he brought the notebook down. however, you didn't have it. he threw it on the counter behind you, & the hand the was holding it snakes around your waist. his other hand grabbed your face, stroking your cheek as he kissed you.

you don't know why, but you found your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. without breaking your lips apart, he pushed you against the counter, pinning you between his two arms now. his tongue, the tongue that craved you since that unknown night, licked your lips before fighting yours for dominance. his thigh was between your legs. he pressed your core against him, & you moaned.

bakugou shut off the burner during your kiss. he was expecting the two of you to escape into his room, but when you threw off his tie & unbuttoned his shirt eagerly, he knew he needed you right then & there.

the two of you broke your kiss, & he placed his head in the crook of your neck. "you get off on making me jealous, don't you? that's why you were flirting with stupid shindo?"

"wh-whatever, you jerk. you act like you weren't basically grinding on ochaco in front of me all the time?"

bakugou laughed into the nape of your neck. "grinding? all we did was talk."

"same fuckin' thing," you growled in frustration.

"i didn't know you were so jealous of her."

"oh, fuck off, asshole," you said. you were quickly shut up by him biting your sensitive spots all over your neck, sucking & licking to create hickeys.

he took off your tie & ripped open your shirt. he unhooked your bra, throwing it god knows where. "take this fuckin' thing off," he uttered, helping you out of your torn clothes.

"h-hey!"

"shut up, & take it. i'll buy you a new one," he said before fondling your breasts. you bit your lip as your grinded against his meaty thigh. your wetness, even though you had panties on, began staining his slacks.

"bakugou~" you whispered, voice shaking.

"it's katsuki tonight, dummy," he told you, turning you around & bending you over the counter. you brushed your journal out of the way as you pressed you tits onto the cold, granite countertop.

with three fingers, he pinched your pussy through your panties so his middle one snuck in between your lips. "stop being a tease & fuck me already." if only you knew.

"be patient, woman," scowled katsuki, smacking your ass. he set of small sparks when he hit your cheek. "you can't take this cock yet. i'm doing you a goddamn favor."

you doubted him, you really did. he was so cocky & arrogant, how could you not? "i can take your tiny dick any day, don't underestimate me."

katsuki let out a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "you really think so, dumb bitch?" he unclicked his belt, dropping his pants & boxers around his ankles. he started to grind against your ass, & you swore up & down it felt like deja vu.

you gasped as you felt his length between your ass. you've had dreams about cocks that big, sure, but you didn't know they actually existed. "wh-what the fuck?"

"what? still think you take me? still think i'm tiny, sweetheart?" katsuki taunted as he took off your panties. he pressed your thighs around his cock, the base of it stimulating your swollen clit. he thrusted gently; it was so against his brash, aggressive character.

you were not one to back down, so at least you stayed true to your character. "yeah, i can take your skinny ass dick-" you were cut off by katsuki spreading your ass & shoving his girthy length into your throbbing heat. you screamed, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to adjust to him.

he wouldn't let you though. katsuki, once inside your tight pussy, started pounding you. he shoved his cock head into your g-spot over & over, making you quiver & pulsate around him. "sl-sl-slow d-down!" you begged between thrusts. in response, he pulled your head back with your hair. you arched uncomfortably; your pelvis was still against the edge of the counter, but your head was pulled so far back that you could see katsuki's face.

"you think you're all that? you think you can just flirt with all these other guys in front of me? you fuckin' slut," he spat into your mouth, not that it mattered since it mixed with your drool & fell out of your mouth & onto your cold body. "i own you now. i own this mouth, i own this pussy, i own this ass, i own you."

"f-f-"

"c'mon, pathetic whore. say it."

"fuck y-you, katsuki." oh, you were a brat through & through clearly.

katsuki has had enough of your retaliation. you were supposed to be a brainless bimbo begging for more, yet here you were, surprising him again. any bit of consciousness you had, he was going to fuck out if you.

he, without pulling out, let go of your hair & made you stand up. he grabbed both your legs & hoisted you into this air. his hands found their way behind your head, & you couldn't move. you were nothing more than a cum dumpster to him now. "you know, if anyone walks through that door, they're gonna see you folded in half, tears streaming down your face with my cock balls deep in your dripping pussy, & they'd realize how much of a slut you are, & they'd know that you're all mine."

you didn't mean to, but your pussy clenched around his cock tighter as more of your juices squirted onto the linoleum floor. "oh, you like that, princess?"

you moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he praised you. "aw, how pathetic. you must love when i call you cute nicknames & tell you how good you're doing." with whatever head movement you had, you nodded.

"that's a shame because you've been nothing but dirty, i can't treat you like a good girl until you deserve it."

"p-please! i'll do anything!" you cried out, then you started twitch uncontrollably around him. a white, hot wave of pleasure washed over you as you creamed all over his cock. he wasn't done yet, he still abused your cervix, making you beg for him to stop, or at least slow down.

his thrusts turned rapid as he started to groan about how you were all his, how he wasn't going to let any other man look at you, how he would be the only one you ever think about. you knew that was all true. "y/n, you fuckin' bitch, i hate you & your pretty, little face. take it all," he yelled as he unloaded his load into your tight pussy.

you screamed in overwhelming pleasure, squirting all over him once again. the two of you caught your breaths. he set you down once his cock finally stopped twitched, & he spun you around to embrace you. "i'm so sorry, y/n. i promise i'll be the best boyfriend in the world, just give me a chance. i know we're enemies or whatever, but i don't wanna be that anymore, & i don't want to be whatever this is; just fucking like we hate each other then go our separate ways." you've never seen this side of katsuki before.

"i-i'd like that, i'd like to be your girlfriend."

you hated him. you hated how he made you feel. you hated how he infected your mind, how he ruined you for any other man. you hated how you knew you needed him.