#Deku imagine

[fleuradors]

for some reason, i imagine izuku watching the glory on netflix and the scene where the bullies burn the protagonist's arm with a curling iron comes on and he immediately gets a flashback from when bakugou burns his arm with his quirk in middle school.

he pauses the show to take a moment to calm down because his heart is pounding like crazy and he was starting to hyperventilate. even tho he and bakugou are on good terms now after the apology, he still carries memories of his tormenting back in middle school. to be honest, he didn't know this trigger him until now.

after finally calming down from his mini panic attack, he continues to watch the show, however he can't stop thinking about that scene, like...that shit was horrifying and brutal. he can't bare the thought of how painful that was, that curling iron was probably at 300 degrees! guess the people online wasn't kidding when they said that the show can be triggering. oh, and the scene where the protagonist attempts suicide twice? yeah...he paced around his room for about 30 minutes, that brought him way back.

after going through the first episode, he contemplates whether or not he should continue watching the series, i mean, the only reason he decided to watch the show was because the protagonist takes revenge and he is interested on how this will play out. but then again, this show covers triggering topics and he doesn't want to have another panic attack.

he decides to stop watching the show for a few days, well, weeks since he's been busy with training, he almost forgot how the first episode went so he read a recap of it online before watching the second episode.

and then the look on his face when he finds out that the curling iron scene actually happened in real life...

[tteokdoroki]

✩࿐TRACK 03: WAR WITH HEAVEN. izuku midoriya (2K)

about. upon spending time apart from your pro-hero fwb, deku, for a work trip — he quickly realises he wants it all with you. heaven, hell and life on earth.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, sfw, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, sneaky links, long distance relationships, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, friends with benefits to lovers, journalist + fem!reader, pro hero!deku.

things to note. another saturday is upon us and so is another instalment!! i really like this one n can’t believe we’re half way through already !! anyways i hope you enjoy <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

whether you believe it or not, izuku midoriya has never been hopelessly in love. 

like most people with an overexposure to romance saturated media — the number one hero has always had that nagging feeling, craving for something more. the person to come home to, the partner, the kids and the dog that chews through the white picket fence or makes a mess on the freshly cut lawn. he wants a family like most individuals. but with a schedule as busy and a lifestyle as reckless as his…there’s hardly any time for izuku’s dreams. 

dreams were for losers, anyways. 

after high school, izuku quickly learned that dreaming wasn’t enough to get by even if it had motivated him to become a hero. reality is harsh and full of hard truths — bearing the responsibility of future number one and being all might’s prodigy had taught him that. so his rose tinted view of the future he had planned for himself quickly collapsed, the stain glass window shattering above him while its shards nicked at izuku’s youthful, hopeful skin.

he wasn’t so pure and good after leaving U.A — at least not in front of the public. behind closed doors izuku was a pessimist. he was sly and maybe a little sleazy, always on the prowl for something or someone to toy with. little deku was all grown up, no longer baby-faced and bright eyed but instead buffer with an unfairly tiny waist and an angular sharpness to his jaw that could cut diamonds. 

he was attractive and he knew it — his new found confidence bled into his sex appeal and sky rocketed his popularity and now…the number one controls the whole of Japan in the palm of his hand. everybody wants a taste of the new and improved izuku midoriya. 

everyone including you. 

mindless hookups, despite being easy stress relief, always left izuku with a sour taste in his mouth. conservations with the elite that happened to stumble into his bed never went further than superficial talk and the odd ‘lets do this again sometime’s. he hated how people would change around him, clinging onto him after a night in the sheets like deku owed them a piece of his soul. 

being the number one was no longer enough for hungry mouths. sex no longer satisfied those in his circle. 

that was until he met you. the first time deku encountered you (at a hero press junket), you had been a shy intern journalist forced to follow around her mentor with an extreme lust for the green haired hero. he felt bad for you, you were obviously there to learn and do your job but the senior professional they’d stuck you with couldn’t help but slobber all over him instead of teaching you. 

half-way through the junket, izuku had managed to sneak away from the pestering paparazzi to get a moment to himself — and it seemed, you’d had similar ideas. his initial assessment of your character was way off too. you were quiet, sure, but observant and snarky as well. a realist just like him. and somehow, you’d managed to convince him to leave to conference; get drinks at a secret roof top bar for only the highest members of japanese hero society, and talk and talk for hours about everything and anything. from quirks to the best snack combinations at the only kombini open past three AM on your street.

izuku liked you, he hadn’t felt such a spark for someone since his rookie days. you were cute, he couldn’t stop looking at your eyes and how they sparkles. your lips when you sipped the drinks he ordered for you and the way you instinctively leaned up to deku just to hear what he was saying. 

the way you ended up in his bed that night was no mystery to either of you. 

except the sensual and sultry night you shared together didn’t end there — at every event, every occasion, where journalists were required to be present, you found yourselves gravitating towards one another. one moment you’d be sharing bedroom eyes with one another from across the room and the next deku would have you bent over in bathroom stalls, his hushed moans in your ear and his fingers deep in your mouth to keep you quiet.  

months went by and the sex didn’t stop, neither of you wanted it to. you made izuku feel a little bit whole again, you made him feel good and made him laugh all in the same breath. he didn’t just like it when you left your claim on his neck bordering the line of keeping your rendezvous a secret and letting the whole world find out — but he liked it when you stayed over and wore his shirts around his luxury apartment. or came to hang out with him at his private gym with a bag of cheat-day take-out katsudon and an earful of gossip from your office. 

deku really liked you, more than he should’ve for a girl who was meant to be just a fling, more than he should’ve for someone who didn’t have time in his day for a lover.

“did you get over me?” the hero pouts into the FaceTime call, watching you struggle to grab your luggage off of the conveyer belt in baggage claim. if he were there, he’d have gotten it for you by now.

despite not being anything serious to one another, izuku had made it a habit to weasel his way into your everyday life. you sent cute little good morning and goodnight texts to one another, along with other messages like ‘get home safe’ and ‘have a good day’ too. those text messages quickly escalated to phone calls once the green haired number one admitted to you that it’s hard to fight crime whilst looking for the right kao emoji to send you.

you roll your eyes, coy smile budding on the edges of your lips. “it’s only been two hours, izuku.” you say, finally managing to grab your bag before you head out to the main lobby of the airport.

one thing about that man, is that he’s clingy as fuck. all of your attention has to be on him or he’ll feel like he might die. with you being away for the weekend at a journalism conference instead of in his arms, izuku feels like he might burn the whole world down from the ground up. just to be near you.

either that or he’s just extremely pussy whipped. 

“streets are sayin’ you might sleep with that guy from your team while you’re there, is that true?” deku fires back, running a scarred hand through the mass of curls atop his head. he lets it run down to smooth over his face, peach fuzz starting to grow through — but you made him promise not to shave until the day after you got back. apparently his light stubble against your inner thighs made you cum so much—

“—i don’t even like him like that, you big baby,” you tell him matter of factly, cutting through his train of thought and bringing your phone up to your face once more to let emerald eyes peek down your sweater. “and i think he’d get the hint if he saw all these damn marks on my neck.” 

pink blooms underneath the freckles on midoriya’s cheeks at the sight of the purple hues decorating your neck and shoulders. he remembers the extra turtlenecks you had to pack because of it. “couldn’t help it, i needed to give you a reminder of what you’d be missing while you were away from me.” 

“you’re so dramatic, deku.” 

“oh, you wound me, angel.” he purrs into the mic with a sly grin, knowing that he’s affecting you just as much as he misses you. especially when you give him a pointed glare. izuku let’s the conversation wither out as you order yourself an uber that’ll take you the hotel. he can’t help but chuckle when you perk up and notice the amount of money he’s sent you to cover the costs of it. “yanno…” deku mumbles, resting his cheeks on his knuckles. “you’re like heaven away from hell to me.” 

you won’t admit how sexy he looks, even if izuku is all googly-eyed and soft for you. even if his forest green locks curl over his pretty eyes and hide them. it almost pisses you off. that he’s so blissfully unaware of how fucking pretty he is and how that mere fact manages to ruin you you even though you’re miles apart. “what’s hell, then?”

“my work. this city. this apartment, without you.” he says smoothly, filling your stomach with butterflies. izuku has a away about him that makes you feel like you’re his entire world and only his — but there’s never been any strings attached, you’ll never fully be his and he’ll very much be the nation’s hero (and dick) until someone manages to tie him down. 

“are you asking me to move in with you, izuku?” there’s no expectancy in your voice — you say it mostly as a joke because you have no idea how much the number one pines for you. how tonight, he’ll drink himself into a stupor with his friends and whine to them about how much he misses you. izuku may have changed on the outside, may be stronger and faster but he’s still that insecure teenager on the inside. 

he has to force his knees to stop knocking whenever you’re around. he finds himself swallowing the lump in his throat whenever he thinks about the possibility of you being with someone who isn’t you. he feels sick to the stomach and panics at the thought of losing you. you mess with deku’s head in the worst of ways and yet he finds himself wanting more. nevertheless, he smiles, loving how his name sounds on the sweet glaze of your lips. 

“you’ve got a place in my bed. you’re always here anyways.” 

“you’d never let me leave it, if you had a say in the matter.” 

“you’d never have to work again if you let the number one hero take care of you angel.” izuku sighs longingly, giving you his cutest pair of puppy dog eyes that never fail to make you swoon. “but you love your job.” 

“i do.” your uber pulls up and you reply curtly so you can properly greet your driver. they aid you with your suitcase and you slip your headphones on while in the back seat to keep your special conversation private. 

“do you love me?” he can’t help but ask. izuku is hopelessly enamoured by you, you’re like a virus that’s spread across his brain and controls his every thought or action. he needs you like his lungs need oxygen to breathe — you’ve changed him for the better, shown him that maybe he can have both work and luxury. a family and foundation. with you, if you’d want him. 

“izuku.” you warn, but playfully.

“so it’s true,” the hero drawls across the line in faux disappoint  though his eyes speak mischief. “you only like me for my cock ‘n my money.” you can practically hear the pout on his pretty plump lips. 

a fondness takes over you and you can’t help but squirm happily. “and your pretty boy smile,” you squeal cutely, filling midoriya with the same amount of fondness “don’t forget.”

“so you do love me.” 

“i can’t answer that until you ask what you want to ask me properly.” 

“alright then,” sitting up, deku grasps at his phone between shaky fingers and holds it above his head — giving you the perfect view of his freckled and scared (and chiselled) body. he chews on the swell of his lower lip, dancing around the question he knows he wants to ask. “angel. i want you. more than just a fling. i want you to be mine.” he blurts, closing his eyes so that his thoughts come easy and he can’t see you reject him.

midoriya doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you, he’s seen what losing your love has done to his friends. kirishima and his partner had almost broken up with each other recently. he’d be a mess in that situation.  izuku has faced too many hardships in his life, his career, to let this one good thing slip from between his fingers. 

“will you? be mine?”

he sees you poke your tongue into your cheek, laughing as you pretend to think. “i will, izuku. i want nothing more,” you coo. “keep my side of the bed warm. i’ll be home soon.” 

relief floods through deku’s body. “don’t be too long, gorgeous.” with a couple of blow kisses, he lets you go with the reminder to call him back once you’re settled in at the hotel (so he can pay for your room service). it’s only when you’re alone again that izuku realises he’d rip stars from the sky to be with you, pull the heavens right down to earth to be by your side.

you’re everything to izuku, and for you, he’d go to war with heaven. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[tyinghershoe]

Izuku is the type of person to give you wildflowers that he saw on the side of the road.

He’ll pick dandelions even if he knows they’re weeds. He picks them just because he thinks they’re pretty, and you deserve pretty things.

He’s fluent in the language of flowers - he’ll pick a blue flower when he notices you’re anxious, or give you a pink one when he’s not as coy.

Something about him and flowers, it just makes sense.

[fantasyfreak2007]

Deku: *sitting in the kitchen*

Bakugo: *walked in and pulls out a pan*

Deku: what are you doing?

Bakugo: what's it look like I'm doing?!

Deku: .......

Bakugo: .......

Deku: ........

Bakugo: I'm making hot cocoa *he whispered*

Deku: oh....

Bakugo: w-would you like some?

Deku: s-sure

Shoto: *sprints into the kitchen*

Shoto: can I have some?

Bakugo: you think I'm gonna give you some you half and half nerd?!?!

Shoto: *nods his head*

Bakugo: .......

Bakugo: FINE!!!

Bakugo: *aggressively shoveling mugs of hot cocoa into deku and shotos hands*

Bakugo: *stomps out of the kitchen mumbling something about nerds*

[moonbeamwritings]

card transcription

front: a holiday to-do list: bake, decorate the house, build a snowman, be with you

back: Sweetheart, 

Happy Holidays! I can’t believe another year has flown by! Another year with you by my side, another year full of love! I’ve written and rewritten this card a million times. I can’t help but ramble about all of the reason why you’re so perfect to me. I’ll spare you the details and simply say this — You mean the world to me, and I couldn’t do any of this without you. You give me strength, even on the worst days.

Love you always,

Izuku

[veenxys]

「BNHA Boys reacting to you taking off your ring during a fight」

⤷ Bakugou he would be so scared and shocked and, without realizing it, he would start a new fight over it. he is completely broken inside; the thought of him hurting you so much it might make you want to leave scares him to the bone, but he tries to act strong. it's his voice on the verge of breaking like his broken self that gives it all away. and then he breaks down in front of you - letting tears roll down his cheeks as he sobs, whispering "please" like a prayer. you have to pull him hard into a hug and tell him over and over again that it's not going to happen. never. but it frightened him so much; you are the most important person in his life and he doesn't want to lose you, he can't lose you.

⤷ Deku he would be so confused and lost for a moment, the words dying on his tongue as his mind goes blank; he doesn't know what to say, just look at the ring you left on the bedside table before you left the room. he feels his eyes watering as he tries to say something or move to go after you. but then the fear of losing you floods him like never before and his feet move towards you; he looks at you with the saddest, most broken look ever, and before he can say anything, you hug him. seeing him like this breaks your heart. he hides his face in your neck or hair and lets the tears flow, all the fear he felt was going away together with his tears. he whispers "i'm sorry.." against your skin before leaving a soft kiss, as if to say he's really sorry.

⤷ Kirishima

"no..." he whispers more to himself than to you as he sees you taking off your ring, a gesture that didn't mean much to you but that destroyed him inside. he comes to you with sad and desperate eyes, he takes your face with both hands and gently caresses your cheek, wiping some tears that have fallen. "don't do it" he says, or rather begs, in a broken voice.

⤷ Todoroki

he would freeze, stunned in place. he would stare at your hand for what seems like ages as he tries to control his agitated, nervous breathing. but it was only a few minutes. all the bitterness and frustration he'd felt hours before turned to waves of insecurity and fear, and you can see it in his blank stare as he musters up the courage to look into your eyes. he needs any sign if this is true or just a nightmare. he can't believe it. he would try to sound as calm as possible, but his broken voice gives away that he is not well or calm; he is falling and there is nothing to hold him. the two of you talk and work things out, but it will still take you a long time to calm him down and make sure you won't leave him.

⤷ Denki

for a moment he can't breathe; eyes fixed on your ring which soon becomes a blur as tears start to well up in his eyes. he wipes them away quickly and looks at you, eyes anxious and frightened as if he's had the worst possible nightmare. he goes to you and takes both your hands, trying to find words that can describe what he is feeling or thinking, but just looking at him you understand everything. you then hug him, relaxing and comforting him with the certainty that you won't leave him and that you did it without thinking. he squeezes you so tightly to show how much he loves you, how much he needs you. you can feel hot tears on your shoulder but at that moment nothing else matters.

⤷ Tamaki

he would be so, so broken. his biggest fear is losing you, and seeing it almost happening before his eyes makes him break down inside in ways he didn't even know was possible. and just his look was enough to make you regret your gesture. you go to him and hug him, whispering against him that this will never happen, ever. and he squeezes you so tightly like he's afraid he'll let you go and you'll walk away. he lets a few tears fall as relief washes over him again.

⤷ Shinsou

he feels his world almost come crashing down for a moment when he enters the room and finds your ring on the bedside table. all the anger he felt seconds ago vanishes into thin air and he is empty for a few seconds before overwhelming sadness and fear wash over him like aggressive waves of the sea. he takes the ring in his hand and it takes a moment for him to realize that you've entered the room and are staring at him. he feels like a huge burden has been lifted from his chest when he sees you gently take the ring from his hand and put it back. he calmly apologizes, nestling his face in the crook of your neck as he gives you the tightest, most needy hug of all, as if he's afraid he'll let you go and you'll disappear. "don't *ever* take it off again."

⤷ Hawks

he would feel a wave of sadness and guilt when he saw you without your ring at dinner; he hasn’t apologized for the fight he started, he hasn't spoken to you since, and when he sees your hand without the ring he gave you as proof of his love, he feels his ground fall under his feet. he freezes in place as he looks at your hand, you notice his gaze on you and you feel a pang in your heart as you see the sadness in his eyes; you then explain that the reason you took the ring off was not at all what he's thinking, and you feel the atmosphere soften a little. he sighs in relief and walks over to your side, apologizing to you and making you promise he'll never, ever do that again - because he almost passed out.

⤷ Dabi

he would be scared inside, but his way of showing it is by starting a new fight. he doesn’t want to, but he can’t help but be mad at you; if you want to leave him, just leave, don’t threaten him to do it. when the silence takes over the room and you stare at each other with the blood boiling in your veins, he lets you show a little of the fragility he’s feeling by the way he looks at you, a lost look and pity of “no. don’t do that. please” and you sigh, hugging him. he holds you tight against him but doesn’t say anything, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and stares at the ring lying on the floor, praying that it never happens again.

⤷ Shigaraki

he would be so shocked for a moment that he wouldn’t be able to think straight; he wouldn’t know if that meant you were leaving or you just wanted to break him the way his words broke you. he looks at your ring lying on the floor and slowly looks at you, he tries to be serious but you know him well enough to know that it hurt him deeply; a glint of pain and sadness shining brightly in his eyes. you are both silent for a while and he swallows hard, shaking his head while looking at your ring on the floor, as if he doesn’t want to believe you were leaving him. he prefers to believe and wants you to break him instead of leaving him. and then you hug him and he comes back to reality, but he still can’t move. standing in place while you hug him tightly.

[fleuradors]

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader

synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.

word count. 1.9k!

cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3

It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.

You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.

"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"

Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.

"Let's see what I can do."

A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.

"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.

A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.

The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.

"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.

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It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.

"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.

"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."

"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."

'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.

"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.

"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"

"Well- That's a good point, but-"

"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.

"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"

You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?

"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"

Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"

After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.

"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.

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"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"

"I came from a drawing, not a book"

"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.

"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"

"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.

"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"

"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"

"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.

"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."

"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"

"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"

You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.

"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.

"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"

You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.

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You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.

"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.

"Wow! You made me breakfast?"

"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"

"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"

"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.

After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.

"Welcome to the arcade!"

"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.

"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.

"I'm going to win this, you'll see"

"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.

"Yay! I won!"

"Argh! Let's try another game"

"You wanna lose again?"

"We'll see about that"

"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"

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After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.

"Wow, so many books"

"A lot of characters like you are in each book"

"Wow"

"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"

"My favorite thing to do"

"Same, honestly"

You brought the books and you both went home.

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You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.

"Y/N, can I read for you?"

"Sure" you smiled.

Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.

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"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.

"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.

"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.

A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"

"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.

Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...

"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.

Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.

"So this is what love feels like..."

Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...

"The weather is amazing," You said.

"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.

"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.

"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...

"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"

Surprised, you turned to look at him.

"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"

Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.

"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"

[oh-ranpo]

☾ -- pairing: izuku midoriya x f!reader ☾ -- word count: 2.4k+ ☾ -- preview: your nights spent at your best friend's apartment were nothing out of the ordinary. but what happens on a night when you allow yourself to get lost inside your own head?

It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for you to end up here. The familiar apartment had almost become like a second home to you on days where things just didn’t seem to go your way. If things at the agency were off, or if you were feeling particularly self-conscious, you would find yourself here because you knew that this was a safe place. This was a place of comfort, and no matter what the time was or what mood you were in, you were always welcome. Izuku Midoriya was always the perfect host.

Sure, there were sometimes that you felt like you might have been taking advantage of his generosity, but you were always quick to push that to the side. You would do the exact same for him, and in fact, you often did. The two of you had been close for years, and you often found solace in one another. It was your typical friendship that had blossomed at UA and only solidified over the years. That is, if your typical friendship had been set on fire and you were sure that the only reason you kept going most days was because you knew you could see his face at the end of it. That was totally normal friendship behavior, right? You weren’t fooling yourself with trying to hide your own feelings, but the problem was, you had no idea how he felt. Midoriya was always so kind and thoughtful to everyone he met, it was hard to tell when his feelings went beyond just friendship. Sure, there were faint blushes here and there, maybe he would stumble over his words a bit, but he had really composed himself as he got older. You had always hoped that maybe, just maybe something would happen that would point you in the right direction. That moment never came. At least not in school, and not so far in your hero careers. And so, you pushed your feelings to the side and decided that you would take him in whatever way you could get him. If you had to deal with the occasional ache in your chest when another one of the heroes would stand too close, or when someone else’s eyes lingered on him a little bit too long to be normal, you would. None of them were laying here, staring at his ceiling as he went over notes on one of the cases that he was working on. “I think we’re getting close,” he said excitedly, his entire figure lighting up as he finished filling you in on all the evidence they had collected. You had been listening, basking in the sound of his voice, and now that he was finished, you turned your head to look over at him. He had been sitting on the edge of his bed, notebook in hand, but now that he was finished reading, he set it down on his lap as his emerald eyes met yours. “That’s great, Zuku. I can’t wait to see your newest takedown on the news.” Your smile was almost as bright as his as he nodded before reaching over to place his notebook on the desk across the room from his bed. You expected him to resume his seat on the edge, where he had been perched for the last hour or so, so you were taken aback when he laid down on top of the covers next to you. With the way your heartbeat picked up at his movements, one might have thought that this was something new for the two of you. However, you had spent many a night laying next to one another in the UA dorms after a long night of studying. You had been practically inseparable from the moment you met, and none of that had changed. Your friendship was something special and one that you hoped would never change. Well, that is, if you couldn’t have the change that you truly wanted. Now that Izuku had gone quiet, you could feel the exhaustion from the day weighing on you. It was getting late, and you hadn’t realized just how long the two of you had been hanging out until you glanced at the clock across the room. It was pushing midnight, and the delirium from your exhaustion was starting to cloud your mind. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your friend laying on his back, one hand tucked under his head as he stared up at the ceiling, almost exactly the same as you were doing. When you turned your head to look at him more, you could see his lips moving faintly, and the corner of his lips turned up slightly as he seemed to be working through even more of the case in his head. You couldn’t hear the words that he was speaking, but you still couldn’t help but smile at how his brain was still running a mile a minute. Typical Zuku. Never one to rest for even a moment when there was work to be done. You admired him, but you also worried about him sometimes. Once he had his mind set on something, he wasn’t one to back down until he was finished. He made an exceptional hero, but the toll it took on his body and mind was frequently evident. The scars that littered the skin of his arms and hands were just a few of those physical reminders of how hard he pushed himself every day. “Are you alright?” You had been staring and allowing yourself to get lost in your thoughts for too long because now, as your surroundings came back into focus, you could see that he was looking back at you. His green eyes were wide with concern, and you nodded quickly in hopes that his bright smile from earlier might return. “I’m great. Just thinking, is all.” Izuku nodded, his face relaxing back into a relaxed expression as he turned onto his side to fully face you now. Your breath caught in your throat as he seemed to be even closer, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If maybe, just maybe, he was torturing you on purpose. No way. Absolutely no way. That was not what he would do at all. With his hand still tucked under his head, you got an even better view of the scars that had formed and spread over the years. You could remember each and every fight that had brought about each new mark. You knew that he could be self-conscious about them sometimes, but you saw them as badges of victory. You hated that he had been through so much, but he had always come out on top. He had always proven himself to be the hero that he had always wanted to be. Now, it could have been the fact that your mind was hazy with sleep and you didn’t realize what you were doing. Or, your movements could have been brought on by the pure emotions coursing through your veins as one of your best friends smiled softly at you as the two of you shared his bed. Whatever the reason, what happened next was something that had never happened before in the years that the two of you had known each other. It was something you had only dreamt of doing, and never actually thought you’d ever get to do. You reached out for him, your hand gently wrapping around his wrist, and slowly removing it from under his head as you brought it closer to your side of the bed. He didn’t try to stop you. Instead, he watched wide-eyed and curious as you examined it carefully before guiding it to your lips and kissing the first scar, one located just above his elbow. His skin was soft, but you had always known it to be with every small brush against him or when you’d lace your arms together as you walked alongside one another. It was a different kind of soft now though as you felt it under your lips. He smelled like the soap he had used during his shower earlier in the evening, and you found yourself caught up - intoxicated - in the aroma as your lips glided across his skin to the next scar, placing another gentle kiss on top of it. A part of you realized what you were doing, and you considered halting your actions. You were scared to look him in the eye now, but he didn’t try to pull away and he didn’t try to use his words to stop you. Instead, he simply watched and allowed you to continue placing a barrage of feather-light kisses on every scar leading all the way up to his wrist. When you reached his palm, you stopped, and you knew that you were going to have to face the consequences of everything that had just happened. The room had gone pin-drop silent, and you prepared yourself for what was to come. You wouldn’t be surprised if he rejected you and asked you to leave. What you had done was… well, it was a weird thing for someone in the ‘just friends’ category to do. Maybe you had felt drunk on emotions and a little bit out of your mind in the moment, but now you wished that you would have restrained yourself more. Everything you had fought so hard to keep under wraps over the years was now exposed to him, giving him the opportunity to completely break your heart. The green of Izuku’s eyes were usually where you found all of your comfort but now, they terrified you. As your eyes daringly met his, you were unsurprised to see just how shocked he looked. His mouth was hanging open slightly and the freckles on his cheeks were dusted with pink from the blush that had slowly spread across his face. You knew him so well, and yet, in that moment, you had no idea what he was going to do next. “Zuku, I-“ You started, but whether he had heard you start speaking or not, he immediately cut you off with words of his own. “What was that?” His voice sounded horrified, and your stomach plummeted. You had really messed this up. Really, really badly. Your hand dropped his wrist as you curled into yourself, your arms wrapping around your waist as you diverted your eyes away from his. “I’m sorry, I just… I guess I got a little bit lost there for a moment. I- I didn’t mean anything by it.” The last part was a lie, but he didn’t need to know that. You had just shared a very intimate moment, but he didn’t need to know the extent of it. It would likely only make things worse. The room fell silent again, and there was shifting from next to you as Izuku seemed to have finally found the ability to move again. You assumed that he was moving away from you, desperate to get as far away from you as possible considering the display you had just put on. However, you were surprised when you felt his fingers under your chin, gently pulling your head up so that you were looking him in the eyes again. “Why?” He asked softly, his voice insistent and a little bit frantic now. “Why did you do that?” You tried to turn away, but his hold on your chin only tightened when you tried. He was determined now, and while you were sure it was going to tear a hole in your chest, you knew that you had to be honest with him. You had been hiding things for too long now, and he deserved the truth. “I think your scars are beautiful,” you finally murmured in response. Your voice was hushed as you struggled to find it, but you knew that he had heard you. “I love that they help tell the story of who you are and all the wonderful things that you’ve done. I-I think you’re incredible Zuku and I guess I just thought it was the best way to tell you since I couldn’t find the words.” You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe you thought he was going to freak out and panic as he had done so many times before when other people had flirted with him. He wasn’t good with managing his feelings, and you also knew he didn’t have a lot of experience in that department either. So, maybe you thought he’d stutter out a quick ‘oh’ and let you go. He did none of those things. Instead, with a surge of confidence that you had only truly see him possess in training and in the field, Izuku leaned in, his fingers still holding your chin in place, and pressed his lips firmly against yours. It was one of the boldest moves he had ever taken in any of his personal relationships, and you were so shocked by the action, you didn’t even truly realize what had happened until he pulled away. “W-What was that?” It was your turn to stutter out. It was unlike you to be the less confident one, but now, you were the stammering mess. A small laugh escaped his lips as he took in your expression, clearly enjoying the fact that he had flustered you for once. “I just think you’re beautiful,” he responded easily, and you swear that your heart stopped all together. The redness in his face told you that he was barely holding his confidence together, but the giant grin on his face also told you how happy he was in that moment. That was all you needed to gain enough confidence back to make your move again. You reached to take back his hand, your lips pressing into his palm where he had a myriad of other scars, your eyes staying locked with his the entire time. You swore that you would devote all your time now to kissing each one and making sure he knew just how special they were. Though, of course, you had to take a small break so that you could properly kiss him back. “What a night,” you mumbled against his lips after your third, fourth, or maybe fifth shared kiss. “Yeah,” he grinned back. “Got the girl and I’m about to solve the case. Not sure things could get much better for me.” Your heart sang as you sank back into him, losing yourself in his embrace and the bright laughter that filled the room as you peppered quick kisses all across his face and neck. You had never wanted things to change between the two of you, but maybe for this type of development, you would make an exception.

[tteokdoroki]

🦭: hi aali i just woke up in a cold sweat bc what if ur first kiss w deku is in the rain.. . .. . . .

no because, he would have walked you home from somewhere— holding an umbrella over your head all the way home and just before you get to the front door you stop him and shyly say. “i don’t want my neighbours to pry,”

after all, izuku is the number one hero and what you two have is so so new— what good would some meddling neighbours do? so you stop him in the middle of the street, rain pitter-pattering against your plastic umbrella overhead. “i guess this is goodnight, then.” he says with twinkling ever-green eyes and you can see the warm condensation of his breath hanging onto his every word as they break out into the cold january air. “i should give you this back too.”

“y-yes, goodnight.” you mumble, void like an object floating in and out of izuku’s orbit. you don’t even notice him lowering the umbrella to hand it back to you, you can barely breathe with the spark that jolts between you every time the hero gently touches you. his hands, now wet, cup your equally wet face— crystallised raindrops clumped in his unfairly long lashes as you breathe out. “izuku…”

“shhh,” he coos to you, not even flinching as the rainfall unleashes itself over you both. “i’m going to kiss you, okay? kiss you…goodnight…” he doesn’t ask nor does he demand, and you can’t seem to find it within you to care letting the pro hero grab at your cheeks and pull you up to his lips. they mould perfectly against your own, soft and slightly chapped, glossed in the flavours of raspberry and spare mint gum.

your first kiss wifh deku is like heaven on earth, he’s so warm, so close that you feel as if he’s holding your soul between his delicately placed fingers. he pulls away slowly, tracing his thumb over the curve of your bottom lip, slightly wet from the sky’s downpour and from where he’s kissed you. 

“there,” izuku breathes through his nose, giving you a dazzling yet lop-sided smile that shows off the glint in his eyes though the rain mats his curls to his face. not to mention the freckles on horizons of his cheeks. “goodnight, beautiful.”

“g-goodnight, izuku.”

[tired-teacher-blog]

mha characters, idc who, when they find out you have the same sharp shark teeth like kirishima plz

You got it! Please enjoy

Mha characters reacting to you having sharp teeth

Genre : fluff/ headcanons

Masterlist

Izuku :

Deku was simply fascinated with you ever since he saw your teeth.

He kept telling you how amazing they were and even gave you all kinds of ways he thought you might find helpful to use in a battle.

He also asked if he could take some notes about your quirk, to which you gladly agreed.

Bakugo :

He said nothing at first but you could clearly tell he was staring.

You got a bit self conscious because you knew your looks are different.

One day during training, he approached you and said:" you're cool y/n and your teeth can do some serious damage in a fight. Also, you should smile more.. it's pretty."

That made you feel so happy.

Kirishima :

He became your shadow right away and kept asking you all those questions about how you maintain your teeth.

He loved the fact that you two had something in common, and suggested being his partner in both training and missions.

Of course you agreed because you admired him so much and wanted to learn more from him.

You two became inseparable ever since.

Shouto :

He found you unique and kept asking you all kinds of questions about your quirk. Some of them, you didn't even know how to respond to.

Like for instance he wanted to know if you accidentally bite your tongue more often regarding your quirk, or if you have a special tooth brush.

You thought he was making fun of you at first, but seeing his genuinely curious face made you realize that he just wanted to know you more.

Jirou :

She was the one who approached you first.

You were so happy to make a new friend and soon after, you two started talking about your unusual quirks.

You usually catch her glancing at you lovingly and you just blush.

Mina :

She makes you laugh on purpose to see your teeth because she thinks they're the coolest thing ever.

And everytime you try to cover your mouth, she catches your hand and says:" you're beautiful y/n, you're just the only one who still can't see it."

Hearing her say that makes your heart skip a beat each time.

Tsuyu :

She just finds you precious and keeps staring at your teeth whenever you're talking or laughing.

It felt weird at first so you tried to stay away from her, but she kept finding you each time.

She apologized and explained that she only did it because she liked your teeth.

It made you feel bad for misunderstanding her, so you apologized in return and you both got so much closer ever since.

[uhzuku]

deku’s pubes are made up of lil broccoli florets

[espressokiri]

We’re Gonna Be Okay

Midoriya Izuku x Gn!Reader

In which reader gets drugged by their own quirk by the LoV.

Warnings: Possession, Blurred memories, Mind manipulation, Quirk-related drugs

Genre: Angst to fluff

The white noise had faded out to chaos, pedestrians screaming and the crackling of flames as the building in front of Y/n had been fully engulfed. The heat licking at their skin, singeing them as they stumbled back from the shock. Finally coming to their senses as their eyes focused on the scene before them, unaware of the situation they’ve been through with no recollection of how they ended up in this very spot. 

“L/n! Let’s go!”

The call had them flinching as they glanced towards the voice, freezing in fear as the notorious villain Dabi ushered them towards the familiar warp portal of Kurogiri. Shaking their head in disbelief, they took a step back, ready to dart away from the situation. Dabi narrowed his gaze on them before realization struck him, a sick grin forming as he let out a laugh, “I see the drug wore off. Boss isn’t going to be happy about this.”

Y/n only felt panic, their head felt muddled and it felt like they didn’t know how to control their own body as their bones felt like lead. Questions swarmed their mind as they tried forcing themselves to recall past events, the last memory being held hostage with their classmate, Bakugou Katsuki, during camp.

“Listen, either you come with me willingly or I’m going to have to force you.” Dabi shrugged, blue flames engulfing his right hand as he menacingly held it out towards them.

Y/n did the only thing they could think of at the moment and ran, narrowly dodging the blue flames that passed them as they sprinted as fast as they could. Feet harshly hitting the pavement as their breathing quickened, they weren’t aware of where they were or how they got out of the League’s hideout. They didn’t know where Bakugou was or if he even made it out.

Dabi sighed in irritation as he saw their figure get further away, stopping himself from running after Y/n as he noticed some heroes nearing the area. Shigaraki was going to be pissed but he had no choice but to retreat, they can always find the manipulation quirk user later on.

“Hey! Hey, kid! Stop!”

Shouts were heard as well as an extra pair of footsteps as they chased Y/n down the panic induced street. Y/n was deaf to the noise around them as the only sound echoing at the moment was the sound of their own heartbeat as they tried to make sense of where they were. 

Large hands gripped their shoulders, causing them to crash to the ground from the sheer force and speed. Thrashing around as their hands were held together, “let go of me! Let go!” They screamed, eyes squeezed shut.

“L/n! L/n, stop!”

The familiar voice had them open their eyes and freeze at the familiar man in front of them, tears gathered in their eyes as they stopped thrashing. “A-aizawa sensei.” Their lips quivered as the male tried figuring out if they were still drugged or back to normal.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” They breathed, tears dripping down the sides of their face as they sniffled, “where’s Bakugou? What did Dabi mean by drugged?”

Their breathing became erratic as their panic heightened, “everything hurts! I don’t understand, I can’t remember anything after being taken. How did I get here?” Eyesight blurring as black spots seeped into their vision, mind becoming numb as their body felt cold.

Aizawa pulled Y/n up into a seated position as he sensed their oncoming panic attack, pulling them into him in a warm embrace as he rubbed their back and tried to get them to even out their breathing.

“It’ll all be clear once we get you to the hospital, okay? I’ll fill you in on everything, take it easy. You’re safe now.”

The older male was worried for the mental state of his student, his student who had gone missing only to appear alongside the League of Villains. If it weren’t for Bakugou’s explanation of Y/n being injected with the League’s own experimented version of Y/n’s quirk they would have assumed Y/n had switched sides on their own volition.

Just as Bakugou’s testament mentioned, traces of the drug lingered in Y/n’s bloodstream, their own quirk being used against them as a sort of method testing. No internal or physical injuries were reported, only a mental and emotional evaluation was to take place when the situation was to be settled.

Midoriya Izuku was the first have heard of his significant other in the hospital and immediately rushed to the location, disregarding a disgruntled Aizawa who had kept an eye on his hospitalized student with nothing but murder on his mind. Aizawa was upset that something as menacing as possession through drugs would happen to his student, he wasn’t sure of how they would recover from the experience. For now, he would resort to speaking with the public regarding the manner of his student.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you’re okay!” Tears spilled down Izuku’s cheeks as he entered the hospital room, sniffling as he took in the eye-bags and sick looking complexion of his significant other, their eyes void of light. Y/n’s own tears gathered seeing the green haired boy, immediately stretching their arms out for a hug, which Izuku gladly ran to provide.

Y/n’s grip on him was tight as they buried themselves in his scent and calming presence. Izuku had began to rub his hand on their back in a way to soothe them, placing kisses on top of their head as he whispered ‘you’re okay’ over and over, convincing them and himself.

“I don’t want to use my quirk anymore.”

The words had Izuku freezing as he glanced down at the shaking Y/n. “It doesn’t feel right anymore, not after-” they gulped down the lump in their throat, “not after that.”

“I respect any decision you make, but just know it wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong, you can still bring them down as a hero in training if you wish, stop them from ever inflicting the same pain on anyone else.” Izuku voiced his thoughts, chin placed on top of their head as Y/n found peace through the vibrations of his chest as he spoke.

“Aizawa said I can decide if I want to continue being a hero or not.” Y/n bit their lip, hearing Izuku’s heartbeat quicken as he feared Y/n dropping out of U.A.

“I can’t give up on my childhood dream, can I?”

Izuku’s grip on them tightened, a shaky breath releasing from his form as he pulls away from the hug, opting to cup their face in his hands as he wiped the stray tears from under their eyes. He gazed into their eyes, searching for any hint of emotion that will portray how they’re really feeling. “Aizawa will understand any decision you make.” Izuku gulped.

“Kacchan was worried.” Izuku connected his forehead with Y/n���s as they stared at him in shock at the news, “Bakugou?”

“He was beating himself up for not being able to save you too.”

A small smile quirked on their lips, “he does care then, huh?”

“I thought I lost everything when we only came back with Kacchan.” Izuku squeezed his eyes shut as that day flashed through his mind, “I felt like I let you down, I’m so sorry we couldn’t find you sooner.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“And I’m so glad you are.”

Izuku hesitated a bit, leaning slightly closer as he held his breath, waiting for permission. Y/n caught on and closed the gap between them, humming in delight after not being with Izuku for a while. The kiss held slight desperation as Izuku pulled them closer, his tears mixing into their fevered kisses.

Y/n was the first to pull away as they immediately cupped his cheeks to wipe away his continuous tears.

“You two nerds are disgusting.”

The two jumped at the interruption and faced a scowling Katsuki who stood at the doorway with his arms crossed. “Bakugou.” Y/n breathed out, relief flooding their being as they see him unharmed.

“You better not let those filthy villains get to your head, dumbass! This is the perfect opportunity to get back at them!” Bakugou slammed his fist onto an open palm, red irises glaring down at the wide eyed Y/n. “Better not do anything dumb.”

With a huff, Bakugou analyzed Y/n one more time before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning on his heel, walking away after the dramatic speech.

Y/n blinked and looked back at Izuku who was just as shocked and confused as them, “was that him encouraging me or?”

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to understand what just occurred, “I think it was?”

A smile broke out on Y/n’s face as they let out an airy laugh, “guess I can’t let him down now, huh?”

The contagious smile had Izuku return the gesture, holding y/n’s hand in his as he listened to them talk about their classmates. Maybe things will go better than he expected, there may be a lot to work on, but he knows they can overcome anything.

[meltingpotimagines]

Love at First Sight

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 662

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for 500 followers! I never would have imagined this many people would follow me and I'm honored you like my content enough to do so. I'll do my best to continue improving my writing so I can meet and go beyond your expectations 🤍

It wasn't a very special kind of day. In fact, it was about as ordinary as you can get. A warm spring day with a gentle breeze, just enough to lightly ruffle your hair. Nothing particular happening to anyone; anyone, except two.

You were sitting in a cozy café, sipping on your favorite drink, just enjoying the beginning of the season. Peace always comes with spring; new life budding on the trees, the birds chirping, searching for a mate, the warm sun shining on your face.

You heard the soft chime of the door opening and glanced up out of instinct, your eyes immediately drawn to fluffy green hair, the color reminiscent of a pine tree in winter. You shifted your gaze and found yourself locking eyes with the prettiest pair you've ever seen, big and bright, the color matching his hair perfectly. Your breath caught in your throat and your heart fluttered, skipping a beat at the sight of the blush spreading across his cheeks. You weren't quite sure what this feeling was; all you knew was you liked it and never wanted it to go away.

He scurried towards the register, his head ducked to hide the redness spreading across his face, not that it was able to hide where it bloomed at the tips of his ears. He quickly gave the barista his order, stumbling over his words a few times, and hurried to the entrance the moment his drink was in his hands. Pausing with his hand on the door, he glanced over at you. You locked eyes once again and his blush deepened as he rushed out the door.

You didn't see him again until a week later.

You had walked through the door, already happier at the thought of finally getting to taste the drink you've been craving all day, and immediately spotted the same fluffy green hair from a week ago. He felt someone staring at him and looked up, locking eyes with you. A blush once again spread across his face, and he looked back down at the book on the table.

Only once he saw your feet move towards the counter through his peripheral vision did he dare look up again, his curiosity getting the better of him. You were really cute and there was something different about you; a look in your eyes he couldn't quite place as well as a sparkle that peaked his curiosity even further.

He ended up so consumed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you approaching him until you were directly in front of him.

"Hi," you said, successfully pulling him out of his own head.

He let out a soft shout of surprise and you couldn't help but giggle at his obliviousness, causing him to blush an even deeper red.

"H-hi," he stuttered, unsure of what to do or say.

You snuck a quick glance at the book lying in front of him, discovering it was actually a journal and making a quick note of the contents. "Is that

"Yeah," he replied shyly, "I'm training to become a hero, and studying pro heroes helps me to be better."

"Really? That's so cool! Who's your favorite?"

He lit up, proudly proclaiming, "All Might!"

You pulled out the chair across from him and sat down, diving into conversation with him about your favorite heroes. You two ended up so wrapped up in it that you didn't notice the time until he got a call from a friend asking where he was at.

He stood up, hurridly packing his things into his bag and grabbing his now cold drink. "I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm gonna be late for curfew."

You watched as he speed-walked out the door and got up to follow, calling out to him, "Hey!"

He quickly turned around, eyes widened in shocked. "Yes?"

"Same time next week?"

His eyes sparkled in delighted surprise and a bright grin stretched across his face. "Of course!"

[th0tfairy]

bnha boys and cuddles 🫂💞

how they like to do it?

Awwww

🤗🥰🤗

Deku: chest to chest!!! He loves kissing the crown of your head while u rest ur forehead on his chest

Bakugou: he likes laying his head down on your lap as u card thru his hair

Shouto: likes to be on his back and have u climbing up his chest, arms around his shoulders while u both nap

Kiri: idk why but I feel like he loves being on his tummy and u just lay on top of him/ straddle / stand like you’re surfing 🏄‍♀️??????

Kami: loves being between your legs kissing your tummy

Sero: he likes rubbing your hips and ass in any position tbh

Shinsou: loves putting his face in your boobs and letting u finger comb his hair

Hawks: he’s really into being the big spoon and nuzzling his face into your neck bc he loves the smell of ur hair

Dabi: he’s kinda iffy abt cuddling bc his scar tissue is sensitive but he likes it when u wrap ur arms around his neck and hike one leg up his hip

[arlymoo]

[head empty— no thoughts but this one]

Older Pro- Hero Deku giving his toddler All-Might merch to his own baby. His little green haired kid running around. Reminiscing on the good days.

With, yknow, just a tad bit of Pro-Hero Dynamight merch thrown in there. Or a set of fuzzy gauntlets…

[moonbeamwritings]

You’re not sure how long you’ve been like this, but you hope it never ends. Izuku sits beside you on your picnic blanket, his sandwich sitting forgotten as he rambles about the intricacies of support equipment and its role in hero work. Excitedly, he tells you about the other pros that could stand to use it more often and the ones who don’t. One thought always tends to lead to another, and another and another with Izuku.

And though you have a hard time keeping up as he shifts to talk about the current hero ranking, you nod along, popping blueberries into your mouth like you’re eating popcorn at the movies. You watch as his eyes shine, glimmering with wonder and fascination. Sunshine kisses his cheekbones and decorates his hair, filtering through the trees to emphasize his freckles and his grin — bright and beautiful. You can’t help the way adoration settles in your heart, spreading through your lungs like wildflowers. Your eyes soften and your head tilts just slightly, your chin coming to rest in the palm of your hand.

“And I just really think that Kacchan could use-” Izuku stops, interrupting himself with furrowed brows and confusion evident on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that? If I’m talking too much you can just-”

You don’t move a muscle, you just stare. Have his eyes always been this green? Or his expressions this cute? Words spring from your mouth before you can blink, interrupting his frantic apologies. “You’re so pretty, Izuku.”

He sputters, shocked. “P-pretty? No, no, I-”

Again, you ignore him in favor of reaching out a hand to touch his cheek. His skin is warm and soft beneath your fingertips. “Very pretty.” As a second thought, you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. “Don’t forget to finish your lunch.”

Izuku’s face burns, and you’re much too pleased with yourself at the sight. Flustered, he replies, “Oh! Right, right. I wouldn’t want your hard work to go to waste.”

You nod in quiet agreement, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours for a moment longer before returning to your own lunch. You watch with pointed attention as he takes a bite of the forgotten sandwich. Silence lingers in the air for a moment after, the leaves ruffling overhead.

“Now,” you begin, your chin returning to the palm of your hand, “what were you saying about Bakugou?”