#Eijiro Kirishima X Reader

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 Sometimes my brain just… creates nefarious thoughts. Pick your poison.

You’d worn that fucking outfit again. The one that hugged your body in all the right places, flashing glimpses of your plush legs.. of that anklet adorning your skin as it twinkled under the lights. The little charm swaying with your movements— his initial —what he’d claimed was an unmistakable statement to everyone there that you belonged to him. His precious girl.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fluttering around this party with your friends, laughing on the dance floor like nobody was watching. Like you couldn’t feel his gaze burning into you.. only always you.

To the untrained eye you looked so innocent.

He can’t help the amused twitch at the edges of his lips at the thought. They’d never guess that you were so eager to be a good little slut for him. Never guess that he’d pressed his lips to that little charm while folding you in half before you’d left the house that evening; knees pressing into your chest, ankles framing his face as he pounded those lewd sounds out of you. That you’d had his cum leaking down your thighs the minute you’d stepped foot in the building.

He loved sharing a little secret with you, knowing that you saved that side of yourself just for him.

His good little girl.

[yukioos]

Omg can you pls do a writing with Kirishima where reader has her face covered w/ a mask as part of her costume but never removed it and one day she reveals it and everyone is shocked on how pretty she is? Thank uu <3

eijiro finally sees you with your mask off

kirishima didn’t know you were enrolled as a full-time student at UA until he saw you at fatgum’s agency with tetsutetsu. before, he only saw you at the provisional hero license exam, entrance exam, and sports festival. you passed all of them with flying colors and not once did he see you without your mask.

he only saw you with a white, porcelain doll mask. he knew not a single thing about you but yearned to. you were a mystery to him, one he needed to solve and get closer to. so when he saw you sitting around fatgum’s agency with amajiki, kirishima gasped.

he asked tetsutetsu in a hushed tone, “hey, isn’t that girl in your class? i’ve only seen her once or twice in competitive events.”

the metal man grinned back at him, “yeah, that’s y/n. i don’t know what’s going on with her though, we hardly see her too. she seems to do well on tests and stuff, but we don’t know what’s up with her. let’s go up to her!”

kirishima shrugged and walked alongside him to you and amajiki, who was looking down at the ground in embarrassment. he probably stuttered while talking to you, and he was even more shy now that more people were coming over.

you glanced up at your classmate and a bit with red hair, who you assumed to be kirishima. tetsutetsu had talked about him and their similar quirks. now that you thought about it, kirishima was handsome up close, and he had part of his hair shaped into two large horns.

a smile came to your face, and he asked, “hey, you’re from class b, right? i’m eijiro kirishima from class a! i don’t see you around a lot, but i’ve been wondering, what’s your quirk?”

“doll manipulation. it’s random, but i can turn anyone i want into a doll and turn any doll i want into a human, and i can control them. in my opinion, it’s convenient—” you spoke quietly, staring into his red eyes. he then understood why you wore a doll mask.

“y/n, amajiki, you’re patrolling today! can the two of you take on thugs if you need to?” fatgum’s announced, voice loud and clear as he stomped over to you.

the two of you nodded, and you walked away without saying a word.

but days passed, and kirishima still couldn’t stop thinking about you. he had even more on his plate, as he was to attack overhaul and find a little girl named eri. she wasn’t in a safe spot, and he hoped he would see you too, maybe you would help them out with the battle.

many heroes were at the scene. before you all split up, kirishima saw a sliver of your white mask and yelled out your hero name.

you turned at the sound and gripped your belt, then murmured, “what?”

he spoke, “do good in there, alright?”

you paused, nodded, and then walked off. what were you supposed to say? god, fatgum was right. you really were spending too much like amajiki. you were basically turning into him.

hours had passed. grueling pain and blood sat on your hip, which was bleeding at an insanely fast rate. your mask had broken during battle, so you just decided to take it off there, although no one saw you without it. you quickly fled the scene after chisaki was defeated.

you stumbled, murmuring curses when you heard your name being called out again. it was probably kirishima.

you turned around, and he halted in his tracks.

he’d never seen your face before. he stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he saw. your eyes were tired, bright with happiness yet so dark, your skin was a pretty shade, and a few freckles kissed your cheeks.

“you’re beautiful, y/n!” he blurted out, blushing once he realized what he said, “sorry— i couldn’t help myself. i know some ladies get upset when men comment on them like that, i won’t do it again!”

it was almost as if he was begging for your forgiveness, and you weren’t even mad.

“it’s fine, kirishima. i don’t know how i’m going to get a new mask now,” you grumbled during the last part.

“if you don’t want to show your face, i could get you a simple surgery mask to walk around in right now!” he suggested, sharp teeth shining in the sunlight, “and please, call me eijiro.”

you grinned, “i’d like that, eijiro.”

hope u enjoy!! y/n can’t handle all that

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Do I owe you for it? (this sunlight that rains down on me?)

If I was born a blackthorn tree - series masterlist here

pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: stardew valley au !! fluff, comfort

warnings: carpenter kirishima, farmer reader, reader has a lot of prickly edges, but that's what it's abt you know, he's so nice, like sandpaper to wear down the sharp edges

a/n: this is beloved to me it's been a lil daydream of mine for a long while so I hope someone out there likes it

Spring is supposed to bring something new, you think. It's supposed to bring something bright and flourishing. But as you stand in front of the run-down farmhouse, the walls caving in and the paint chipped, not even the chirping birds of spring can bring forth the hope that they're made to sing.

"I thought it was fixed up?" you snap at the carpenter who stands next to you, towering over you enough to give you a patch of shade to stand in, a wall between you and the shimmering, golden dusk.

"It is," he replies cheerily, seemingly unfazed by the scowl on your face. "Look, the structure's solid. I know it doesn't look great, but… it's better on the inside. And I'll keep fixing it up for you. We're just getting started, you know." He bumps his hip affectionately into your side, an action that has you shooting a glare up to him. 

"How much do I owe you for the rest of it?" 

"Hm?" He blinks down at you, his head cocked to the side as his hair flutters against the breeze, strikingly red against the setting sun. "Don't worry about that for now. I'll have to take a look at the material costs, anyway. Just… get a good night's sleep, alright? Come by my workshop in the morning and we can hash out some of the details." The carpenter claps you on the back with that request, his palm warm against your rigid spine.

"Alright," you sigh. "Fine." When you move to pick up your suitcase, though, he's beaten you to it, slinging your dufflebag over his shoulder like it's nothing as he piles your luggage into his arms.

"What… are you doing?" Your voice maybe shouldn't be so suspicious - maybe shouldn't have so much bite in the face of kindness, but you find that you can't help it. You find that you always bare your teeth at the thought of something unknown.

"I'm bringing your stuff in for you. Come on - look at the size of me, look at the size of you. Let me help," he says in that warm, kind way of his, his words making you scowl and stomp your way to the front door. When you stand on the front porch and it creaks under your weight, though, you falter.

"Don't worry about that," he says easily as he follows you up onto the rickety wood. "I told you, everything's safe. Checked over everything, myself." 

You hesitate, of course, but the carpenter's boots stomp up onto the porch with a confidence that annoyingly puts you at ease, and you find yourself opening the front door for him so that he can haul your luggage into your new home.

"I know it's not much right now," he explains sheepishly as he puts down your dufflebag with a care that you're sure it doesn't deserve. "But it's a start, you know? These things take time, and -"

"Eijirou -" you interrupt him, and he straightens like a puppy hearing its name. "Thank you."

"Aw, well," he beams down at you, seemingly ignoring the way you grit your teeth through the gratitude. "That's sweet of you. Thanks."

"You can't thank me for thanking you," you huff, crossing your arms as you stare up at him in bewilderment.

"Well, I'm grateful, is all," he shrugs easily. "Now - I know it's not much yet, but you've got your bedroom through there and the kitchen's just over there. And, you know, when the time comes, it's easy to add on - god knows you got plenty of space out here for it. Oh, but just one thing…"

"What?" you ask suspiciously, narrowing your eyes at his sudden sheepish attitude.

"Don't go down to the cellar. Everything's fine down there, I swear! It's just… a bit of a mess still. I'll help you clean it up, I promise, it's just that I didn't have time to get it sorted before you got here."

You watch as Eijirou continues to ramble on, staring up at him as the light from the open door pours in, haloing him in the golden glow of dusk as he stands in the haze. It's sort of unfathomable, you think, for a near stranger to be so kind - for something unknown to feel so much like home.

"Eijirou?"

"And I'll get the kegs set back up so - yea?"

"…Why are you doing all this?" He blinks at you in bemusement at your words, looking down at you like he's not sure why you're asking such an obvious thing.

"Well, you asked me."

"I asked you to make sure the farmhouse was livable. That's what I paid you for. Why… why are you doing all this other shit?" You gesture around to the suitcase still in his grip, the new insulation that's clearly been put on the windows, the cellar door that's been blocked shut. Eijirou just beams down at you like he finally understands.

"You're my neighbour now, aren't you? We gotta look out for one another."

"Eijirou, you live on the other side of the valley."

"It's a small valley," he corrects. "It makes everyone close enough to be your neighbour around here. You'll get used to it."

"No, I… I'm really not sure I will," you say slowly, not bothering to hide the horror that flashes across your face at the thought of small-town neighbours showing up at your door at all hours of the day to help you. Eijirou just laughs like he can't get enough of you, like there's something good in you that he's found.

"It'll take some adjusting, I'm sure. But they're all good people -"

"The farm's so… separate from the rest of the town," you blurt out, pushing past his words. "I thought… I mean, I assumed -"

"That that would save you from it? No way, neighbour, there's no getting away from it," Eijirou replies cheerily. You look up at him a bit helplessly, and he laughs in that way that makes the sun shine a bit brighter outside. 

"Really, though," he continues on, a bit more sombre - a bit more sincere. "I don't mind helping you out. Back in the day, when this farm was up and running, it was a real asset to the town. It'd be nice to have that back again."

"Ah," you snap your fingers. "So that's it."

"No," he laughs, and the smile he sends your way makes something in you flutter just a bit. "It's not like that. It's just… it would be nice to see this place on its feet again. We have a good community here, and this farm was a part of it. It's missed, is all. I want to help it. I - I want to help… you." Eijirou might be blushing at his own words, might be craning his neck to look back out through the open front door and away from you, but you'd have to be ignoring the heat in your own cheeks to notice. 

"Right," you say quietly, and you find you have to clear your throat as it comes out a bit breathy. "Well… thank you. And I'll - I'll see you in the morning."

"Right!" Eijirou responds - a bit too loud, a bit too startled. "God, I'm sorry - you must be tired. I'll - I'll get out of your way. But, um… see you tomorrow."

"Yea," you offer weakly, watching as he slouches and ducks his head slightly to scamper off through the front door of your new home. "See you then… neighbour."

[r4spb3rr13s]

things they do that make your heart skip a beat

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinsou

fluffy and suggestive 😔

disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…

bakugou

♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about

kirishima

♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would

midoriya

♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him

todoroki

♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹

kaminari

♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷

shinsou

♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂‍↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence

do i need to start a taglist?

[bloomness]

ABC TO ADOPT

↳ you buy a cheap version of your boyfriends plushie merch and declare it a part of your newfound family

ft. kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou

warnings: f!reader implied for kaminari + shinsou otherwise gn!reader, established relationship

kirishima eijiro

kaminari denki

sero hanta

shinsou hitoshi

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

[haikyuubby]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞!

short imagines featuring: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, kirishima, shinso, and monoma!

part 2 to my valentine’s series!

❀ - fluff, gender neutral reader

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

“you’re asking me to be your…what?

you hold out a pink card, the words “will you be my valentine?” printed on it.

“you’re asking me to be your…what?” bakugo says, reading the card.

you had a small pack of chocolates in your hand, awaiting bakugo’s answer.

it had taken a lot of courage for you to decide to ask bakugo to be your valentine, mainly because you two weren’t “a thing” yet, and because you didn’t know how he’d respond to this sort of thing.

“you’re such a dumbass, you know that? i already got you a gift for today, and it’s sitting in your dorm right now.” bakugo says.

“wait, really?!” you respond, throwing your arms around bakugo’s neck.

“calm down, and yes. i wasn’t gonna ask you to my my valentine in case you thought it was corny…”

“never that! thank you so much! i’m gonna go see the gift right now!”

after you go to your dorm, you find a red box sitting on your bed.

inside of said box was a dainty, expensive looking necklace.

who knew that bakugo could be so thoughtful?

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

“you want me…to be your valentine?”

as you give a heart shaped sucker to midoriya, asking him to be your valentine, you can’t help but notice his flushed face.

he stares at you in awe, mumbling a bunch of “youreallywantmetobeyourvalentine?!”

you laugh at his antics, saying yes.

midoriya is unsure of what to say, he’s honestly starstruck that you asked him to be your valentine.

“okay, for real, you want me…to be your valentine?” he asks again.

you quickly nod your head, shoving the sucker in his hand.

“thanks, y/n. i’ve never had someone ask me to be their valentine before…” midoriya admits shamefully.

“i’m glad to be the first! i really like you, midoriya.” you say.

he chuckles, opening up the candy you gave him.

“would you maybe want to go somewhere with me today? we can train together then go out to eat?” he asks.

“i’d love to, midoriya.”

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

“be your valentine?”

you give todoroki a small gift bag full of self care items and candy, with a handwritten note that reads “will you be my valentine?”

“be your valentine?” he says as he takes out the note from the bag.

“yes, will you?” you ask eagerly.

“i’ve never had anyone ask me this before…i will be your valentine.” he replies, lips curling upward every so slightly.

“i hope you enjoy your gifts, todoroki.”

“actually— y/n, would you like to go out to eat tonight?” he says abruptly.

you nod with a smile, grabbing his hand.

“it’s your pick.”

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

“are you seriously…asking me?”

kaminari was currently looking at the card you gave him, asking to be his valentine.

“are you seriously…asking me?” he asks.

“yes, kaminari. that’s why i’m giving this to you.” you respond, awaiting his answer.

“i can’t believe that this is really happening…i’ll be your valentine!”

kaminari wraps his arms around your body, squeezing as hard as he possibly can.

“wait— does this mean we’re boyfriend girlfriend now?”

“if you ask me out properly, then we can be.”

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

“i wanted to ask you first!”

“kirishima, will you be my valentine?” you ask while holding out a red teddy bear in front of kirishima.

“aw man, seriously?! i wanted to ask you first!” he says.

initially, you thought he was going to reject you based on how his sentence started.

after he says that he wanted to ask you first, you smile and hand him the red teddy bear.

kirishima then pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head in the process.

“let me take you out, please?” he asks.

“of course, kirishima.”

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨

“only if you’ll be mine.”

“shinso, i have a question to ask you.” you ask, hiding a red box of chocolates behind your back.

“what is it?” he asks.

you pull the chocolates from behind your back, placing them in shinso’s hands.

“will you be my valentine?” you ask.

shinso analyzes the chocolates you got him, smiling in the process.

shinso sets the chocolates down, and grabs your hand.

“only if you’ll be mine.”

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚

“be my valentine!”

you walk up to monoma, mischievous intent glinting in your eyes.

you had a small gift bag full of candies hidden behind your back.

before you can even get one word out, monoma cuts you off mid air.

“be my valentine!” he demands.

“hey! i was gonna ask you first…” you say, giving him the candies that you were hiding.

monoma looks through the bag you gifted him, seconds before he starts going on one of his usual rants.

“HAHA! i did it first! i knew you’d ask me to be your valentine!” monoma says.

your eyes roll at his antics, and you step away from him slowly.

under the impression that you’re walking away from this encounter, monoma reaches for your hand to stop you.

“…do you want to go out with me sometime? maybe right now? i really appreciate the gift and i don’t walk you to walk awa—“

“yes, monoma” you cut him off.

“i’d love to.”

[bunnyyyuu]

WHOOPSIE DAISY — mha smau

includes: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestiveness, timeskip/aged up! boys

[matchlatt]

CAN I CRASH?

synopsis — they asked you if they can sleep at your dorm tonight

featuring — izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, hitoshi shinso, tamaki amajiki

a/n — FIRST MHA SMAU (i want to make a windbreaker one next brah)

IZUKU MIDORIYA

KATSUKI BAKUGO

SHOTO TODOROKI

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

HITOSHI SHINSO

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

[lady-ashfade]

All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Chapters: Previous // Next

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 2.5k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition. 

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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[shigarosie]

I don't want to talk about how long this has been in my drafts but I'm finally biting the bullet and posting it lmao have fun

It's intimidating. Sitting on your knees, it sat right in front of your face. Bigger than any other cock you've had in your mouth. Will it even fit? You look up at Kirishima nervously. He seems confident in your abilities, at least. You start off easy, poking your tongue out to lick at the head.

"Don't be shy, honey," he tells you, gently pushing himself against your lips. A small nudge to coax you along. "Can you suck on it?"

You pucker your lips around him, suckling and looking up to him for approval. He smiles, nodding encouragingly. It's not that you weren't experienced. But were you experienced enough for it to be good? To meet his expectations? The thought made you nervous, but you tried to take him a little deeper.

Another presence suddenly loomed behind you, the third person in the bedroom finally getting himself involved. He stood so close that when you moved your head back so that just Kirishima's tip rested on your tongue, you accidentally bumped into him. It made you jump a little and you tried to tip your head back to look up at him, but Bakugo's palm landed roughly on the top of your head, tilting it back down to focus on what was in front of you.

"Keep sucking," he instructed you.

Following his instructions, you slid your lips back down Kirishima's shaft, making it about a third of the way before you got nervous again and pulled back to just the head.

Bakugo grunted. "You can do better than that, we all know it. Heard you talk a lot of shit over drinks last week about deep throating that loser you went out with- take it deeper."

You took a deep breath, eyes flitting up to Kirishima's.

"It's okay baby, just give it a try. Little bit more at a time," the redhead encourages, brushing your hair back out of your face.

You tried taking him further into your mouth, getting just over halfway. As you withdrew, your head bumped into Bakugo again, standing ever so slightly closer than before so that the contact was unavoidable. He still wore his jeans, but through the fabric you could still feel Bakugo's cock starting to stiffen.

At first you thought you imagined the push against your skull, but the second thrust from behind you was unmistakable. Bakugo pushed your head forward with his hips, making you take Kirishima a little deeper into your mouth.

You squeaked as your cock sucking was guided by a couple experimental thrusts, but Kiri had no reaction other than a happy hum. Was he familiar with this behavior from the blond looming behind you?

Regardless, he seemed to enjoy how he was now reaching down your throat, feeling the warm squeeze around his member.

You gave up all resistance, letting Bakugo's thrusting hips control the pace at which you sucked Kirishima's cock. He pushed you further down his shaft, made you speed up and slow down as he wished. Bakugo was having fun controlling you this way; you could feel him growing harder against the back of your head.

"See," he growls, pushing you closer and closer towards taking it all. "Fucking knew you could take more than that." He shuffles a little closer, giving you less room to pull back and keeping at least halfway down the shaft at all times.

"Can you take it all, baby?" Kirishima asks, stroking your hollowed cheek with his palm. He glances up to his friend. "I wanna see her try."

Bakugo slows his thrusts, focusing on pushing you deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered a little as your throat was further intruded upon, but you didn't want to stop. You whimpered as your nose finally brushed against his closely trimmed pubes, and with a bit more firmness, Bakugo was pushing you all the way.

"Take his cock," he whispers. "Choke on it if you have to, but keep it there."

The gurgling sound as drool spills from the edges of your stretched lips sounds gross to you, but it makes Kirishima moan.

"Good job, pretty girl," he says. "Take my cock so good in that tight throat- we knew you could do it."

Bakugo let's you pull back a few moments later, giving you a few rough pets to the top of your head.

"You really are a cockslut, aren't you?" He barks. "Bet you can't wait to swallow his cum."

He crowds behind you again, denim clad groin setting you back onto a steady pace.

"See how bad she wants it? Look how fast she's going," he grunts to Kirishima, as if he's not the one controlling you. He's no longer experimenting with different paces, keeping you steadily bobbing up and down on Kiri's cock at a speed that makes it difficult not to gag. Bakugo's own cock is hard to ignore, hard and bulging and thick, even with layers between it and your skull. There's a subtle grind to the way he thrusts against you and you know he's getting off just as much as the man in front of you is.

"So fucking good, honey," Kirishima breathes, his head lolling back for a moment before falling back forward to stare at you. "Gonna cum soon- you gonna take it all f'r me?"

"She will," Bakugo says, accented by another forced, deep thrust. "She'll take it all."

You whine loudly, the thick cock in your mouth only able to muffle you so much. You think maybe that's what tips Kirishima over the edge- moments later you feel the thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat and flooding up into your mouth. You gag, bracing your hands on Kiri's thighs as you tried your best to take it all down. Bakugo holds you down as Kirishima's orgasm punches through him, pornographic level moans leaving the red head's lips, but you can still feel him grinding against the back of your head. Bakugo cums soon after Kirishima does. As cum dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, you feel him tensing and twitching behind you, his own moans much more held back but impossible to hide.

Kirishima steps back, his cock flopping out of your mouth and swinging in front of you like a hypnotizing pendulum, and he tries to help you wipe the cum from your lips, chuckling as you grab his wrist and suck his thumb into your mouth.

"Aw, what a sweet girl," he coos.

Bakugo breathes heavily when he, too, steps back from you. You can feel a wet, sticky patch on the back of your head where his cock had been sitting against you.

"Hope that pussy's ready for a reward," Kiri tells you, placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts dragging you up to guide you to the bed. "Katsuki's a bit of a friend with his own mouth."

[nemisuki]

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Oh this boy is so deeply in love with you — poor innocent y/n — who had no idea how fast his heart fluttered simply being around your presence.

The red head knew right when they first met, at the first hello, that he would do anything just be yours, willingly give up his entire existence just to wiggle inside the precious heart that he so craved.

I mean, how could he help himself when all he thought about was you?

Whenever he would close his eyes at night, whenever he dreamed; all he could remember was the color of your irises. Those gorgeous glossy orbs that had him in a trance — every damn time.

Only waking up the next morning, more determined than ever to get your attention, but struggling given their difference in classes.

Yet even when he did catch you in the hallways, he was a complete wreck; stuttering his words and tripping over his own two feet.

Just like right now.

"Ah—! Y/N hey! Wait up!"

You pause your stride, turning back to see the enthusiastic redhead practically rushing over to you, mumbling a sheepish 'excuse me' or two as he passes by other students.

The opposite direction of where he's supposed to be.

And once he's beside you, he takes notice of the heavy textbooks in your arms, proudly grinning as he carries them for you without hesitation.

"Here, let me help with those!"

You smile in recognition, a hint of gratitude in your eyes as you feel the much needed relief.

"Oh good morning, Kirishima! Thank you for helping me, my arms felt like noodles!"

You giggle.

He felt goosebumps pepper every inch of his skin at the sound, shyly nodding as his mouth suddenly felt dry.

"Y-Yeah anytime! So... what class do you have next?"

Damn it all with his stuttering, he's merely a few seconds into this conversation and already failing to look cool-headed in front of her.

'So unmanly!' he mentally scolds himself.

You don't seem to mind though, continuing to smile as you two walk forward in unison.

"I have history right now, I'm not really the best at it though. Hence the extra textbooks!"

He chuckles.

His mind is already coming up with images of you struggling during class — with a no doubt cute tiny pout — a sight he knows is bound to be adorable, longing to witness it first hand.

Growing a bit jealous of your classmates who have the privilege to see it on a daily basis.

"I would offer my help, but I'm not quite the best at studying! More of a combat student ya' know?"

You nod along with interest, looking straight ahead as you two maneuver through the crowded halls.

"I'm the opposite, I still struggle time-to-time with physical combat, I mean— I try to train but it's a bit difficult doing it alone..."

He ponders for a moment.

And then it was like a lightbulb flickered in his mind — an open opportunity — the red head quickly looking at her walking figure, shining a toothy smile that caught her attention.

"Ah then how about this! I can help you train and in exchange you can help me study! How does that sound?"

Your eyes widened, slowly processing his suggestion, I mean you suppose it does benefit the both of you and there's no harm in actually trying.

Plus the sparkles in his eyes — for some reason — makes you hesitant to deny such an offer, when he's clearly excited, almost resembling a puppy with the way he looks at you.

If he had a tail it'd surely be wagging right about now — it was cute.

"Okay then, it's a deal!"

His heart hammers uncontrollably within his chest, unable to believe he successfully scored a way to see you more often, a dream come true.

If you weren't there to witness it, he'd surely be punching the air with pure bliss; just like when you followed him back on social media a few days ago.

Oh how his friends looked at him like he was insane...

Though the joy filled moment is unfortunately short-lived as you two eventually reached your classroom.

The boy reluctantly handed back your books.

"Alright then... I'll catch you later?"

You nod, looking a little more cheerful compared to a few seconds ago, the realization making his gaze soften.

"Mhm, see you Kirishima! Thanks again!"

You briefly touch his arm before walking inside, a small thankful gesture for his help — it was only a graze — yet you remain utterly unaware of the lingering effect it'll have on him.

He freezes, standing outside your classroom door like a complete fool, face beginning to flush bright red — almost blending into his spiky locks.

Resembling a straight up tomato.

His own walk back to class was silent for the most part, but not uneventful, as his mind was reduced to a tornado of flooding emotions, treading in the halls with a stupid smile on his face.

The comical stares he got from his classmates was sure a sight to behold — as he gushed about you for probably the hundredth time this week with absolutely no shame.

Falling in love can surely turn a man into something unrecognizable but… he thinks that’s manly!

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[yukioos]

when they find your figure of them in your room

featuring: katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

i literally want the izuku figurine so bad but it’s so expensive!! also tysm for 1.2k followers

[writeriguess]

separate request but eijiro who finds out reader isnt sleeping well due to like unexplainable anxiety but then when he cuddles with her it quells her anxiety and lets her sleep!!

In His Arms, At Last

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing a mile a minute. It was like this every night lately—no matter how exhausted you felt, sleep just wouldn’t come. Instead, you lay there with your heart pounding, thoughts looping in endless, anxious spirals. You weren’t even sure why you felt this way. There was no specific reason, nothing actually wrong. But your body refused to relax.

The digital clock on your nightstand glowed red: 2:37 AM.

With a quiet groan, you turned over, hugging your pillow to your chest. You tried counting your breaths, squeezing your eyes shut, even shifting positions a dozen times, but it didn’t help. You were stuck in that awful state of exhaustion and wakefulness, too wired to rest, too drained to do anything else.

A soft vibration buzzed from your phone. You squinted at the screen.

Eijiro ❤️: Still up?

Your heart clenched. You hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He must’ve noticed your activity online—probably saw you liking posts or scrolling mindlessly. You considered lying, saying you’d just woken up for water or something, but… that felt wrong.

You: Yeah…

Not even a second passed before your phone lit up again.

Eijiro ❤️: Can I call?

You swallowed hard and quickly typed back, Sure.

Your phone rang almost immediately. You answered, pressing it to your ear.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, warm, like a blanket draped over your tired body. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You sighed, rolling onto your back. “I don’t know. I just—” You hesitated. “I can’t sleep.”

“You feeling anxious?” he asked gently, already knowing the answer.

You closed your eyes, nodding even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah.”

“Have you been feeling like this a lot?”

“Lately, yeah. I don’t even know why. It’s just there. My body feels on edge, even though there’s no reason for it.”

You heard rustling on his end, then a deep inhale, like he was thinking carefully before responding. “That sounds really rough, babe. You should’ve told me.”

You bit your lip. “I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“You never bother me.” His voice was firm, no room for argument. “I hate thinking of you struggling alone when I want to be there for you.”

Warmth spread through your chest, but it wasn’t enough to push back the tightness in your ribs. You sighed again. “I don’t know what to do, Ei. I’m so tired, but I can’t turn my brain off.”

There was a short silence before he spoke again, a little more serious this time. “Can I come over?”

You blinked. “Right now?”

“Yeah. I don’t like knowing you’re lying there feeling like this.” You could already hear him moving around, probably pulling on a hoodie and grabbing his keys. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You opened your mouth to protest—tell him he didn’t have to, that you’d be fine—but deep down, you wanted him here. You wanted his warmth, his steady heartbeat, the way his presence always made you feel safe.

“…Okay,” you whispered.

“Good. Stay comfy, I’ll be right there.”

—

True to his word, ten minutes later, there was a soft knock at your apartment door. You hurried to open it, and there he stood—Eijiro Kirishima, your rock, looking at you with concern in those warm, crimson eyes. His red hair was slightly messy, like he’d run his fingers through it on the way over, and he was wearing his favorite hoodie, the one that was just slightly too big on him.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, stepping inside. “Still feeling bad?”

You nodded, chewing your lip. “Yeah.”

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms. His scent—clean, fresh, a little like cedar—filled your senses as he held you tightly against his broad chest. His hands rubbed slow, soothing circles over your back.

“You’re okay,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you.”

Something in you cracked. The tightness in your chest didn’t disappear, but it loosened just enough for you to take a shaky breath.

Eijiro pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing his fingers against your cheek. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

You nodded again, and he led you back to your room, climbing in beside you like it was second nature. He settled against the pillows, opening his arms in silent invitation. Without hesitation, you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest.

The second you were in his arms, everything felt different. The tension in your body melted away, the constant buzz of anxiety dulling under the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He was so warm, his presence a protective cocoon around you.

His fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns along your arm. “Better?” he murmured.

You exhaled softly, nuzzling closer. “Yeah.”

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Told ya I’d fix it.”

You smiled, the first real one you’d had all night. “Cocky.”

“Nah,” he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Just confident in my cuddling skills.”

You laughed softly, a sound that made him squeeze you a little tighter. He kept murmuring soft reassurances—telling you how much he loved you, how safe you were, how he wasn’t going anywhere. Each word was another weight lifted from your shoulders, another layer of peace settling over you.

For the first time in weeks, your eyelids felt heavy. Your body, finally finally at ease, melted into his embrace.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered. “I’ll be right here.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you actually did.

[sakuraszn]

A BOXERS STRUGGLES !

ft. boxer!katsuki bakugo x f!reader

summary: Bakugo is fiercely dedicated to becoming Japan's number one boxer, but he faces inner conflict when he starts developing feelings for someone. His fear of distraction threatens his rise to the top, creating tension between his personal life and his aspirations. As their relationship deepens, he learns to balance his love for her with his desire to succeed in boxing. [wc: 5k]

The gym stank of sweat and blood. The air was thick with the sounds of fists pounding heavy bags, the rhythmic shuffle of footwork against the mat, and the sharp commands of coaches drilling fighters into champions.

This was Katsuki Bakugo’s world. The ring was his domain. The roar of a crowd? Just white noise. The only thing that mattered was the moment his fist connected—the instant he proved, without question, that he was better.

His opponent staggered back, legs wobbling. His ribs were bruised, his breath shallow. He was still standing, barely, but Bakugo could already see it in his eyes.

He was finished.

Aizawa’s voice rang through the gym. “Stay sharp, Bakugo.”

Katsuki Bakugo stood in the center of the ring, fists clenched in his taped-up hands, his breath controlled despite the fire burning in his chest. His opponent for today’s spar was already on his knees, clutching his ribs, coughing through the pain.

“Get up,” Bakugo growled, shaking out his fists. “I ain’t done with ya’ yet.”

The other fighter grimaced trying everything in his power to rise, but before he could, the coach called it.

“That’s enough, Bakugo!” His trainer, Aizawa, sighed from outside the ropes, arms crossed over his chest. “I told you to spar, not destroy.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue and turned away, grabbing a towel from the corner post to wipe the sweat off his face.

“If he’s too weak to take a hit, he shouldn’t be in the ring,” he muttered, stepping out of the ropes.

“That ‘weak’ fighter you just knocked out was ranked fifth in the region.”

“Then I guess I’m already top four.”

Aizawa exhaled through his nose and shook his head lightly, but there was the ghost of a smirk in his otherwise impassive expression. Bakugo had talent—raw, explosive talent that had propelled him through the rankings faster than anyone had expected. But he had a fatal flaw.

He fought like a man trying to bury something.

Something he was afraid to lose.

Bakugo exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at his fallen opponent. It wasn’t personal. It never was. The guy had stepped into the ring knowing what he was getting into. If you weren’t ready to fall, you shouldn’t be fighting.

“Damn, man!”

The sound of Kirishima’s voice cut through the noise before Bakugo felt a heavy arm slap against his back. “That was sick! You dropped him like a sack of bricks.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, walking toward his corner to unwrap the tape from his hands. “Tch. If he went down that easy, he shouldn’t have been in the ring with me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re a beast.” Kirishima laughed, leaning against the ropes. “Which is exactly why you need to come out tonight. We’re celebrating.”

Bakugo shot him a glare. “The hell we are.”

“C’monnn, man! You’ve been tearing through the ranks like crazy. People are talking. You’re undefeated, making a name for yourself, and you’ve got fans.” Kirishima smirked. “I mean, how many guys get this far at our age?”

“I’m not doing this for a goddamn party,” Bakugo muttered, tossing the used tape into the trash.

Kirishima groaned. “Bro. You never do anything outside the gym. You don’t even celebrate your own wins.”

Because there was nothing to celebrate. Winning wasn’t the goal—it was the standard.

Bakugo was going to be the best boxer in Japan. That wasn’t just some damn dream or some nice idea to hope for. It was a fact. Something inevitable. And if it wasn’t inevitable, then he just had to train even harder than before.

There was no reason to slow down.

No reason to waste time at some party.

But Kirishima was still looking at him, hopeful as ever, and Bakugo knew the bastard wouldn’t shut up about it.

He clicked his tongue. “Tch. Fine. But I’m not staying long.”

Kirishima cheered. “Hell yeah!”

This is a waste of time.

Bakugo knew it. He knew he should be in the gym, working on his footwork, watching fight tapes, doing something, anything, to get ahead of the competition.

But he ignored the voice in his head, just this once.

Plus, was the worst that could happen?

The party was loud. So agonizing loud.

The bass from the speakers thumped through the floors, shaking the walls of the packed apartment. People were everywhere, drinking, laughing, talking too damn much. Some of them he recognized—fighters from the gym, people from the local boxing circuit—but most of them were just randoms.

“Here.” Kirishima shoved a drink into his hand.

Bakugo took one look at it and scoffed. “I ain’t drinking that shit.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Man, at least pretend you’re having fun.”

Bakugo didn’t respond. He was already regretting this.

He didn’t belong here.

This wasn’t his world.

He was about to leave when Kirishima perked up, eyes lighting up as he spotted someone across the room. “Oh, shit! She actually came.”

Bakugo barely glanced over. “Who?”

Kirishima grinned. “That girl I told you about—(Y/N).”

Bakugo finally looked.

You weren’t flashy like some of the other girls here. You weren’t trying to be the center of attention, weren’t draped over some guy’s arm, weren’t looking at him like he was some kind of goddamn celebrity.

You were just sitting there, talking to a friend, nursing a drink in your hand. You didn’t even seem all that interested in the party at all.

And somehow, that was the first thing that made him notice you.

Kirishima nudged him. “She’s cool. I think you’d actually like her.”

Bakugo scowled. “Tch. Since when do you set me up with people?”

“I’m not setting you up,” Kirishima laughed. “But seriously, man. You need to talk to people who aren’t trying to punch you in the face for once.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. He wasn’t here to meet people. He was here to get Kirishima off his back, and then he was leaving.

But then, as if you could feel him looking, your gaze flicked over to his.

And you smiled.

Not in an over-the-top way. Not in that annoying, flirty, “I’m just here for the fighters” way.

Just a simple, amused smile. Like you knew something he didn’t.

And for some stupid, infuriating reason, that was enough to make him stay a little longer.

You didn’t approach him first.

That was the second thing he noticed about you.

You weren’t like most people who came up to him at these kinds of events—all wide-eyed admiration and empty compliments. You weren’t trying to impress him.

If anything, you were unimpressed.

And that… bothered him.

So when Kirishima finally dragged him over to introduce you, Bakugo was already in a foul mood.

“(Y/N), this is Bakugo,” Kirishima said, grinning. “Bakugo, this is (Y/N). She’s cool, I swear.”

You gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow before smirking. “Yeah, I know who he is.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “Tch. That so?”

“I’ve been to a couple of your fights.” You shrugged. “You don’t let them last very long, huh?”

He scoffed. “Why the hell would I?”

You tilted your head. “I dunno. Wouldn’t kill you to put on a show for once.”

Kirishima snorted. “Damn. She’s got you there, man.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. He wasn’t used to people talking to him like this—like he was just some guy instead of a rising champion.

But you weren’t mocking him.

You weren’t flirting, either.

You were just… talking to him.

And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t sure how to respond.

This was bad.

This was exactly the kind of distraction he couldn’t afford.

The next day arrived as Bakugo got out of bed, the sunlight streaming through his window, casting a warm glow across his room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he could still feel the weight of the events from the previous night lingering in his mind, making it hard to focus.

Bakugo didn’t do distractions.

He trained. He fought. He won. That was it.

He didn’t waste time at parties, didn’t fuck around with meaningless shit like relationships or making friends outside of the gym. There was no point. The only thing that mattered was getting stronger.

So why the hell had he stayed at that party longer than he intended?

Why the hell had you stuck in his head?

It pissed him off more than it should have.

It wasn’t like you had done anything special. You weren’t drooling over him like most people who recognized his name. You weren’t trying to get something out of him. You weren’t even acting impressed.

You were just… there.

And for some stupid reason, that was what made him notice you.

Tch. Whatever. It doesn't even matter anymore.

He wasn’t gonna waste time thinking about some random girl.

So, as usual, he threw himself into training.

The gym was empty except for the steady rhythm of his fists pounding the heavy bag. It was late—so late that even Aizawa had already left for the night, trusting Bakugo to lock up when he was done. The only sounds that filled the space were the heavy thuds of leather meeting flesh and the occasional creak of the building settling around him.

His body ached, but it wasn’t enough. The burn in his muscles was a reminder of how hard he was working, yet it only fueled his determination. He needed more. More speed. More power. More control. He needed to push himself past his limits, to go beyond what he was yesterday. Each punch felt like a step toward a higher version of himself, a way to stave off the ever-looming fear of being left behind.

Because if he didn’t—if he slowed down for even a second—someone else would catch up. The thought danced tauntingly in the back of his mind, an insidious whisper that he couldn't shake off. He refused to let that happen; he wouldn't allow anyone to inch ahead of him.

So he fought harder, faster, his focus narrowing like a predatory gaze. The world beyond the gym faded, blurring into insignificance as he lost himself in his routine. He was so absorbed in his relentless pursuit that he barely noticed when someone else walked into the gym. The door creaked softly, almost lost in the noise of his efforts, and he instinctively increased his intensity, a faint flicker of curiosity stirring deep within him. Who would dare interrupt his sanctum?

“Jesus. Do you ever go home?”

His fist stopped mid-swing.

He turned, scowling, only to find you leaning against the doorway.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” he snapped.

You shrugged. “Kirishima told me you’d still be here. Thought I’d stop by.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Tch. Don’t you got somewhere better to be?”

“Probably,” you said easily, walking further into the gym. “But this is more interesting.”

That threw him off. Most people didn’t stick around after his fights. Not unless they wanted something.

But you weren’t asking for anything.

And that was what made you dangerous.

He grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip, trying to ignore the way you were watching him.

“You train like you’re running from something,” you said suddenly.

He nearly choked on his water. “The fuck did you just say?”

You leaned against the ring, arms crossed, studying him with an expression that was way too goddamn knowing. “You fight like there’s something chasing you.”

He scoffed. “Tch. You don’t know shit about fighting.”

“I know about people,” you shot back.

His jaw clenched.

Because that was the problem.

You weren’t looking at him like a fighter. You were looking at him like a person. And that threw him off. It wasn’t just the intensity of your gaze; it was the way you seemed to see him—past the tough exterior, into something deeper.

He didn’t know what to do with that.

You didn’t go away after that initial encounter. Somehow, you kept showing up—at the gym, at his fights, infiltrating his thoughts at the most inconvenient times. You’d sit on the sidelines, a calm presence amidst the chaos, watching with that same unreadable expression that both intrigued and frustrated him. You didn’t fawn over him. You didn’t try to flirt or get his attention. You were just… there.

And no matter how much he tried to ignore you, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were gradually unraveling him.

“Yo, you good, man?” Kirishima asked after a particularly exhausting sparring session, wiping sweat from his brow.

Bakugo scowled, his irritation simmering just below the surface. “The fuck kind of question is that?”

Kirishima smirked, a knowing light in his eyes. “I dunno, dude. You’ve been off lately. Like, you’ve been extra agitated every time (Y/N) is around.”

Bakugo’s fists tightened into balls at his sides, his heart racing. “Shut the hell up.”

Kirishima just laughed, unfazed. “Bro. You’re so obvious.”

There was nothing obvious about it, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. The truth was, every time he caught a glimpse of you cheering for him—your lips curled into that soft smile, your eyes sparkling with pride—he felt something shift inside him. Something he wasn't prepared to confront.

It was maddening how a simple presence could ignite a fire in his chest.

He cursed under his breath, pushing the thought aside. There was nothing to even talk about, nothing to feel. Because whatever this was—whatever you were doing to him—he wasn’t gonna let it get in the way.

He refused to let his heart get tangled in the mess of feelings he didn’t understand. But deep down, a part of him wondered if perhaps being a fighter meant more than just throwing punches. Perhaps it meant fighting for something—or someone—worth it.

So, as always, he did the only thing he knew how to do.

He trained harder.

And harder.

And harder.

Like he could beat the thought of you out of his head.

Like he could make himself stop wanting something he wasn’t supposed to have.

But no matter how hard he tried…You were still there.

And that was the real problem.

After that night, things… shifted.

He stopped avoiding you. Stopped pretending you didn’t exist.

You still weren’t pushing to be in his life, but somehow, you were just there—closer than before.

And maybe… just maybe… he liked that.

A little too much.

Recently, You started showing up at the gym more.

You never interrupted his training, never got in his way, but he could feel you there. Could hear the way you’d tease Kirishima when he dropped a weight. Could hear your voice in between the rounds of his sparring matches.

And you wanna know the worst part about it?

He started looking forward to it.

“You’re getting better,” you said one day, watching him hit the pads with his trainer.

He wiped sweat from his brow, smirking. “Tch. ‘Course I am. I’m not some weak-ass rookie.”

You rolled your eyes. “Never said you were. But you used to just go for the kill every fight. You’re starting to actually think in the ring.”

His smirk faltered.

Because that was true, too.

He fought like a ticking time bomb, each punch a detonation of raw power that sent shockwaves through his opponents. His reputation was built on pure brute force, but recently… everything had shifted.

He was evolving.

Taking a breath.

Learning the game.

Maybe it was because, for the first time, he had someone whose opinion actually mattered to him.

Shit.

This was spiraling out of control.

It wasn’t just in the ring anymore.

You started showing up in his life outside the gym, too. After every match, you’d be there, thrusting a water bottle into his hands before he could even catch his breath.

“You’ve got to hydrate, dumbass” you’d tease, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And hell, he found himself addicted to the way you called him a dumbass with that playful grin.

Then there was that one night when Kirishima dragged him to a late-night diner, and there you were—totally unexpected.

But instead of bailing like he usually would, he took a seat next to you in the booth. He picked at his food, captivated by your animated argument with Kirishima about something ridiculously trivial. When you nudged his arm, asking for his take, he found himself responding.

Because he wanted to.

Because you were a blast.

Because, for just a moment, fighting faded into the background.

That’s when things got really complicated.

The real trouble started the moment he stopped denying it.

When he started craving your presence.

When he caught himself stealing glances at you when you thought he wasn’t looking.

When he realized your laughter was now his favorite melody.

And then the late nights came, when he lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you were up to.

Did you think about him, too?

Oh hell.

He was in deep.

And he had no idea how to navigate this storm brewing inside him.

Bakugo didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.

Scratch that—he knew.

He just didn’t want to admit it.

For weeks now, he’d been stuck in his own goddamn head, trying—and failing—to pretend that you weren’t the reason his focus was slipping. Every training session, every sparring match, everything just felt… off. It had gotten worse.

Everything about you messed with him.

The way you chewed on your lip when you were thinking, lost in a world that felt miles away. The way your voice softened when you spoke to him, just a little, as if he wasn’t the disaster everybody painted him to be. The way you looked at him—eyes bright and curious—like he was more than just his fists, more than the explosive temper that often burned those around him.

And now? He couldn’t fucking stand it.

Because he wanted you.

Badly.

And it was driving him insane.

“So,” Kirishima said, leaning against the locker room bench, arms crossed with that unnerving spiky smile plastered on his face. “You gonna tell her, or are you just gonna keep making that face forever?”

Bakugo scowled. “What fucking face?”

Kirishima smirked wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “The one you’re making right now. The ‘I’m a grumpy volcano that’s about to erupt’ face.”

With an annoyed grunt, Bakugo yanked off his gloves, throwing them into his locker as if they were the source of all his problems. “I ain’t makin’ a face.”

“Dude.” Kirishima exhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You like her. It’s painfully obvious. You get all weird and broody whenever she’s around.”

Bakugo turned his back, trying to hide the heat blooming in his cheeks. “I ain’t broody.”

Kirishima ignored him, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual confidence that only aggravated Bakugo further. “And she definitely likes you, too.”

That made him freeze.

His fingers tightened around the straps of his gloves, heart hammering in a way he really didn’t fucking like. The thought of you returning his feelings stirred something inside him—a mix of fear and hope that twisted his stomach into knots.

He forced a scoff, trying to mask the turmoil. “Tch. You don’t know that.”

“Bro, she watches your fights like she’s trying to figure you out. No one stares at someone that much unless they’re either obsessed or in love.”

Bakugo clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling up.

Love.

No.

That wasn’t what this was.

It couldn’t be.

Right?

Kirishima leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve seen the way she lights up when you walk in. When she cheers for you, it’s like she’s rooting for a hero.”

He paused, letting his words settle into Bakugo's mind, each one weighing heavier than the last. “You could have something real, man. But if you just keep pretending it’s nothing—”

Bakugo cut him off, spinning around with a fierce glare. “Shut it! I’m not in the mood for your sappy bullshit!”

Kirishima raised his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. You can’t keep running away from this. It’s like you want to explode but you’re holding it back. Just tell her how you feel!”

But the thought of putting himself out there, of opening up, felt like a different kind of explosion—one that terrified him. A battle he wasn't sure he could win.

“What if I…?” His voice trailed off, the whisper fragile, almost foreign to him.

“What if you what?” Kirishima pressed, leaning in closer, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern.

“What if she thinks I’m a total loser?” Bakugo shot back, the words slipping out before he could catch them.

Kirishima chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Dude, she’s been right by your side through everything. Trust me. She sees you. The real you. Not just the angry guy who blows stuff up.”

And in that moment, all Bakugo could do was stare into his friend's earnest eyes, the wheels turning in his mind. He felt the pressure build within him—not just the pressure of his own chaotic thoughts, but a surge of longing that was hard to ignore.

“What if I try?” he muttered, almost to himself.

Kirishima’s face split into a grin. “Now you’re talking! Just think about it. Taking a leap like this can lead to something incredible. And who knows? You might just find that she’s waiting for you to make a move.”

Bakugo took a deep breath, gripping his locker. The thought of finally breaking free from this never-ending cycle of confusion was both terrifying and exhilarating. But deep down, he knew he couldn't keep pretending anymore.

With every passing moment, the desire to grab you by the shoulders and confess everything grew stronger. He would have to face his fears—head-on, just like he did in every fight.

“Alright,” he growled, determination erupting within him. “I’ll do it.”

As Kirishima gave him a confident nod, Bakugo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that accompanied every fight—but this time, it was for something much more important than just victory. It was for you. The challenge had been accepted, and he was ready to stop being the broody, angry guy everyone expected him to be.

Bakugo would fight for this, and he wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever.

Kirishima nudged him with his foot. “Dude, just confess already. It’s not like she’s gonna reject you.”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair.

Confess?

He wasn’t that guy.

He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t romantic. He didn’t have a way with words.

And what if he messed it up?

What if you looked at him differently?

What if—

Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Oi. Stop thinking so damn much.”

Bakugo growled. “I ain’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, you ain’t thinking, whatever.” Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Just tell her.”

Bakugo let out a long, frustrated sigh.

Fine.

Fuck it.

If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it his way.

Finding you wasn’t hard. You were always around the gym, watching his fights, teasing him after sparring sessions, lighting a fire in his chest that he couldn’t quite understand.

And just like always, there you were—sitting on the bench outside the gym, scrolling through your phone, waiting.

Waiting for him.

His stomach tightened at the sight.

He shoved the feeling aside and made his way toward you, stopping just a foot away.

You glanced up, a bright smile breaking across your face. “Oh, hey! Good fight tonight. You didn’t completely destroy the guy in the first round this time. Progress.”

He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the slight tremor. “Come with me.”

You blinked, surprised. “Uh. Okay?”

You stood, raising an eyebrow, but didn’t argue when he began to walk away—leading you down the dimly lit street. The hum of the city buzzed around, cars thudding in the distance, the faint flickering of a streetlamp overhead matching the anxiety in his chest.

Finally, he stopped near an empty park, hands still deep in his pockets. The air felt electric, charged with anticipation and the weight of everything he was about to say.

You tilted your head, your curiosity making you even more breathtaking. “So… what’s up?”

He exhaled sharply, staring at the ground like it held the answers to all his questions.

Fuck.

Why was this so hard?

He could beat the hell out of seasoned fighters, could take punches that would knock most guys out, could bleed for his dream—but standing here, he felt utterly paralyzed.

His hands curled into fists with frustration.

Then, finally—

“I like you.”

Silence.

The words hung in the air, heavy and final.

Slowly, you blinked.

“…Wait. What?”

His jaw clenched. “You heard me.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, transforming your face into a canvas of joy. “I think I did. But you might have to say it again.”

His eye twitched. “I swear to god—”

You laughed, the sound like music ringing through the night.

It irritated him and thrilled him all at once, making his heart race faster.

You crossed your arms, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Okay, let’s pretend I didn’t already know that. Why do you like me?”

His stomach flipped, twisting in a whirlwind of nerves.

“Tch. The hell kinda question is that?”

“A very fair one.” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him to explain the impossible. “C’mon, Katsuki. If you’re gonna confess, do it right.”

His face burned hotter than a raging flame.

This is a mistake.

Why the hell am I doing this?

But he was already in too deep.

So, fuck it.

He took a tentative step closer.

Then another.

Until you were right there, just inches away, your teasing expression faltering as you realized the gravity of the moment.

His voice dropped lower, rough yet full of depth. “I like you because you don’t take my shit.”

You inhaled sharply, eyes wide with surprise.

“I like you because you don’t look at me like everyone else does.”

Your breath hitched, and he noticed the way your lips parted slightly.

“I like you because you’re in my goddamn head and I can’t get you out.”

Your gaze flickered down to his mouth, and he saw everything shift in your expression, a mix of surprise and something he dared to hope was desire.

And then—

He kissed you.

Hard.

It was a surge of emotion, raw and unrefined. All teeth, heat, and a desperate need, as if the world around them had vanished and there was only you and him in that moment.

This wasn’t some innocent little crush.

This was him breaking.

Breaking down walls that had stood for too long, walls that had been built to keep everyone—and everything—out. But you had found the cracks, slipped through them before he even realized what was happening, and now—now—he was caving.

Your fingers fisted into his shirt, desperate, pulling him closer like you couldn’t get enough. And fuck, that was all the encouragement he needed.

He growled against your lips, something raw and almost dangerous, his hands gripping your waist in a vice, holding you there, pinning you against him like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the goddamn earth.

You gasped, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss—hungry, reckless, all-consuming. It was messy, all teeth and heat and the undeniable, electric pull between you both.

He wasn’t thinking anymore.

He was just feeling.

You tasted like something dangerous. Something he couldn’t get enough of—like a match striking against gasoline, igniting something deep inside him that had been waiting to burn.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him, and he let out a shaky, almost desperate breath against your mouth.

More.

He needed more.

The feeling of your body against his, the heat of your skin seeping into him, the way your nails raked up his back, sending a sharp shudder through his spine—it was fucking addictive.

He had been starving, and now that he had this, now that he had you, he didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to stop.

Your lips moved in sync, perfectly, like you had been waiting just as long for this—like you had wanted him all this time, too.

And when you moaned softly against him, he damn near lost his mind.

His hand slid up your back, pressing against the curve of your spine, holding you impossibly close, swallowing the sound like it was his—because it was.

You were his.

And the realization hit him harder than any punch he had ever taken.

By the time he pulled back, panting, his forehead pressing against yours, he could feel your breath against his lips—shaky, unsteady, just as wrecked as he was.

You looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes dazed, and fuck, he had never seen anything more perfect.

He smirked, but it was different this time—softer, but no less intense.

“Tch. Told you,” he muttered, his voice rough from the weight of everything he had just let go.

You exhaled, blinking up at him, breathless but grinning, and shit, that smile—that goddamn smile—made something inside him snap all over again.

“Okay. Yeah. That was definitely a confession.”

He huffed a laugh, his chest still heaving. “Damn right it was.”

And when you reached up, tracing your fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw, tilting his face back down to yours, he knew—he fucking knew.

There was no going back from this.

The world could go to hell, the entire damn boxing circuit could collapse, and he wouldn’t care.

In that moment, with the stars shining overhead and the world spinning just for them, Bakugo felt something shift inside. No longer just a fighter or a hot-headed boxer—he was yours.

And he wasn’t letting you go.

Mine, he thought, and he knew he was ready to face whatever came next—together.

And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid of wanting.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

art creds: gsony24

[mmochammoss]

Big Baby

Kirishima had always been a romantic.

Always wanting to do the brave and manly thing of never trying to suppress his feelings about something and follow his heart. So when he fell for you, it was all in. Every bit of him, heart and soul.

You were his best friend first. Then his girlfriend. Then, after a heartfelt proposal during a late-night walk on the beach where he almost tripped over the ring box, his fiancée. And now, his wife.

Being married to you was everything he hoped it would be. Absolute perfection. Full of laughter and romance and soft mornings tangled up in each other. Your natural closeness, even when you two were just friends, always made your relationship feel so perfect to him.

How could he not fall in love with you? You knew everything about one another, you practically finished each other’s sentences. Even when you were both busy, him with hero work, you with your own schedule, coming home to each other made every long patrol and media interview worth it.

And then came the next step.

You’d taken the test on a whim after feeling weirdly nauseous three mornings in a row. You didn’t even wait to check it alone, he sat on the bathroom floor with you, both of you staring at the little pink plus sign like it was a bomb about to go off.

You cried first. Then he did. And then you were both laughing and hugging and somehow crying again. It was perfect.

The first few days after the news were surreal. Kirishima floated through work like he was made of helium, grinning like an idiot whenever anyone asked why he was glowing.

Then your symptoms started.

At first, it was just a little fatigue. You’d come home after a short shift and fall asleep on the couch mid-conversation. Then came the queasiness, the smell aversions, the craving for pickles dipped in Nutella (which, yes, he tried out of solidarity and immediately regretted). You swore your back was already hurting, even though it was barely week six.

And through it all, he doted on you. Rubbing your feet. Holding your hair back when the nausea got bad. Buying heating pads in bulk. Reading every baby app and prenatal forum he could find.

But what he didn’t expect… was to start feeling a little different too.

At first, it just felt like stress. He chalked it up to nerves, to excitement over becoming a dad. But then his appetite went weird. His moods started shifting. He would cry at random videos and got more and more forgetful over things of varying importance. He even felt a little bloated from time to time.

But he didn’t want to scare you too, so he kept it to himself.

But every time he watched you groan from the couch or gag when someone cooked fish on TV, he felt it too.

He swore he was just being dramatic. He was known to get in his head a little, overthink things, and spiral a bit when it came to people he cared about, especially you. Maybe he was just really, really in tune with you. I mean, he loved you more than anything so that made sense, right?

But then came the dreams. Not bad ones, necessarily, just intense. Vivid. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, clutching his stomach or holding his chest, sweating and confused. One morning, he woke up crying and couldn’t even remember why. You had kissed his forehead and chalked it up to nerves. He let you. He didn’t want to worry you.

You already had enough on your plate, growing a whole human and all.

So he doubled down. Tried to muscle through it. When he got emotional at weird times, he blamed it on dehydration. When he craved chocolate milk at 10:30 a.m., he told himself he was just low on protein. When you curled up on the couch, groaning about your back, he told himself the reason his back hurt, too, was because he’d pulled something at the gym, not because his body was mirroring your pregnancy like some kind of hormonal sponge.

Still, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it… It was just so freaky.

He’d been feeling like this for weeks now. And the symptoms just kept persisting. He began to worry, trying to make sense of whatever was happening to him without alerting or alarming you. Maybe he was overworking. Maybe it was stress. You were only a few months into the pregnancy, after all, so maybe the idea of being someone’s dad was still sinking in.

But it didn’t explain why he cried with you during a romcom meltdown or why he’d devoured an entire jar of pickles in one sitting when you said you were craving them. He didn’t even like pickles!

He reached his breaking point over something stupid. Like, really stupid.

Kaminari had just walked into the agency kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes, when he spotted Kirishima standing by the fridge looking vaguely miserable and clutching a bottle of orange juice like it had personally offended him.

“Yo, morning!” Kaminari greeted, voice light. “Why do you look like you just lost a push-up contest, dude? Y’feeling okay?”

Kirishima barely looked at him.

“Don’t start.”

Kaminari blinked. “What? I’m just saying, you look kinda rough, man-”

“I said, don’t start!” Kirishima snapped, voice sharp enough to cut the air between them. “Can you please just stop talking for once?!”

The kitchen went dead silent.

Kaminari recoiled a little, blinking. “Whoa. Okay.”

Kirishima froze like he didn’t even realize he’d raised his voice. He sighed immediately, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit. Sorry. That wasn’t…I didn’t mean that.”

But Kaminari was already backing off, holding up his hands. “No, no, it’s fine. Totally fine. I’ll just… leave you to your juice-based crisis.”

He left the kitchen quietly, and ten minutes later, the rest of the squad knew.

They gathered in Mina’s office, discussing their favorite dad-to-be’s not-so-graceful fall from grace.

“I’m telling you, it was weird,” Kaminari said, arms crossed. “Like, yeah, I joke with him all the time, but I’ve never seen him snap like that. Not at me.”

“It’s not just you,” Mina agreed. “He’s been off for weeks. He forgot my birthday dinner. Mine. He never forgets that kind of thing.”

“He started to cry a bit during our last patrol together when some kid went past us crying in a stroller,” Sero added, sipping his drink. “Like, actual tears. The kid wasn't even crying that hard.”

They all turned to Bakugo.

“…He tried to hug me after training a few days back,” Bakugo muttered like it physically pained him. “I know that he can be an emotional dumbass sometimes but that was…different.”

Mina’s eyes widened. “Okay. Yeah. That’s not just stress.”

“Exactly,” Kaminari said. “So what do we do?”

“We sit his ass down,” Bakugo said plainly. “Before he combusts.”

“Or gives birth,” Sero joked under his breath.

They all groaned.

But the decision was unanimous.

Bakugo’s office was the last place Kirishima expected to get ambushed. But the second he stepped inside, summoned under the vague pretense of “team coordination”, he knew something was up.

Sero was lounging in one of the chairs with his arms crossed. Mina sat on the edge of Bakugo’s desk, legs swinging. Kaminari was trying to appear casual and failing. And Bakugo was behind his desk, arms folded, staring Kirishima down like he was about to jump down the redhead's throat.

“…Hey?” Kirishima offered.

“Sit,” Bakugo barked.

Kirishima blinked. “What is this?”

“A wellness check,” Mina said sweetly. “For you.”

Kirishima hesitated, then sat slowly in the empty chair across from Bakugo’s desk. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

“You tell us, man,” Sero said, leaning forward. “You’ve been off. Are you guys fighting or something? Or is the baby stressing you out?”

“No, no,” Kirishima said quickly, hands raised, “we’re good! She’s amazing, really. I’m just… I don’t know, man. I’ve been off.”

Bakugo scowled. “You keep getting worked up over the dumbest shit. You don’t wanna eat at lunch or you’re only snacking on stuff. You gettin’ sick or somethin’?”

“No!” Kirishima says, looking at the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’s been so obvious this whole time.

“You skipped out on my birthday dinner last week,” Mina added, “and then you bit Denki’s head off in the kitchen this morning. Which, like… I get. It's Denki. But still.”

Kaminari held up a hand. “I deserved it. But that’s not the point.”

“The point is,” Bakugo said, voice low but firm, “you’ve been acting weird for weeks, and you’re obviously not fine. So either you start talking, or we start guessing.”

Kirishima groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just… I don’t know what’s going on with me lately, okay?”

He looked up at them, brows furrowed in frustration.

“I’m tired all the time. I’m either starving or just straight up nauseous. I’ve been forgetting shit. I keep feeling all self conscious about how I look and stuff. I’ll get these like, random body aches and pains. I keep having the weirdest, craziest dreams. And one minute I feel like I’m on top of the world and the next it’s like I’m having a depressive episode or something?”

He ran his hands down his face as he continued, “I cried during a cereal commercial yesterday, guys. A commercial. For cereal. And I thought maybe it was stress or not sleeping right or whatever, but it’s been weeks. I didn’t want to dump it all on her while she’s already dealing with so much, but…”

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“One minute I feel fine,” Kirishima said. “But then the next minute I feel like absolute shit and I just dont know how to get myself under control!”

The room went quiet.

Then Kaminari whispered, “...Bro. Are you pregnant?”

Sero snorted. “Dude, you caught it. Your wife’s pregnant actually got on you.”

The two of them laughed while Kirishima slouched back in his chair, pouting a bit.

Mina blinked. “Wait. I think I’ve heard about this? Sympathy pregnancy is a real thing, right?”

Within seconds, she had a WebMD article open.

“Boom,” she said, holding up her phone. “Couvade syndrome. Also known as a sympathy pregnancy. Happens to expectant fathers—nausea, mood swings, food cravings, weight gain... oh my god, Eijiro, you are pregnant.”

He stared at the screen in horror.

“No way,” he muttered. “This is... real?! I thought I was just going soft or something.”

“You are going soft, idiot,” Bakugo growled, “but luckily there's no baby growing in you.”

Kirishima groaned, “Great. I can’t even support her properly without turning into some… hormonal time bomb.”

Kaminari patted him on the back. “Nah, man. That’s peak husband behavior. You’re literally feeling her pain. That’s the most Kirishima thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Still,” Sero added, “you might wanna tell her. Like soon. Before you start lactating or something.”

“What?!”

That night, Kirishima took the long way home.

His friends had told him to talk to you. Not in a teasing, “dude you’re gonna sprout boobs” kind of way, though yes, that had happened, but in a genuinely concerned, “you need to let her in” kind of way. And they were right.

You deserved to know what was going on. What he’d been feeling. What he’d been trying to hide.

He just didn’t want to worry you. You were the one actually going through it, actually growing a whole new human with your body. He didn’t want to turn the spotlight on himself or make it seem like he was somehow stealing your thunder.

But when he stepped inside the apartment and saw you curled up on the couch, a heating pad tucked behind your lower back and an open bag of dried mango slices resting on your bump, all those reasons melted away.

He couldn’t keep this from you. He never liked keeping anything from you, he loved you. So he had to be honest with you, no matter how crazy he sounded.

You looked up at him and smiled like you always did when he came home. “Hey, baby.”

His chest tightened.

He dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room in just a few strides. You didn’t even get the chance to sit up before he was kneeling in front of you, arms wrapping around your waist, face buried in your belly like he was trying to hide himself from you.

“Whoa,” you said, laughing softly as you pet his hair. “Hey, what’s all this all about? Rough day at work?”

He exhaled shakily, then looked up at you, eyes glassy and red around the edges.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Your smile faded a little at all this sudden emotion. “What for?”

“For being weird lately. For snapping at people. For not telling you what’s going on.”

You blinked, concerned now. “What’s going on, Eiji?”

“I think I’m having… a sympathy pregnancy,” he admitted, cringing a little. “Apparently, it’s a real thing. And I didn’t even know it was a thing until the guys sat me down and showed me an article about it but… I think I might have it….”

You stared at him for a second, processing.

Then your face split into a wide grin. “Wait…you’ve been having pregnancy symptoms?!”

He groaned. “Please don’t laugh.”

“I’m not! I swear!” But your shoulders were already shaking. “Is that why you cried during that diaper commercial last week?”

“Yes,” he mumbled into your belly. “And why I bought six tubs of mint chocolate chip ice cream I didn’t even want.”

You tried not to giggle. “And why you yelled at a pigeon for looking at you funny during our last walk?”

“Well no, that one was personal,” he said flatly, and you lost it.

He let you laugh it out, and even cracked a smile himself when you kissed his forehead between hiccups.

“But seriously,” he said softly, pulling back enough to meet your eyes. “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. You’re already doing so much, and I didn’t want to make it seem like I was trying to steal focus or—”

You stopped him with a gentle kiss.

“You’re not stealing anything,” you said, brushing his hair back. “You’re just sharing it with me. That’s the sweetest thing in the world, Eiji.”

“But I’m not the pregnant one,” he said.

“Yeah, but apparently your body didn’t get the memo.” You cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed. To feel things. To take up space. Especially with me.”

He leaned into your touch with a soft noise of relief.

“Besides,” you added with a smirk, “if I have to push this thing out in a few months, it’s only fair that you feel a little uncomfortable too.”

He laughed, chest shaking as he wrapped his arms around you again, this time careful not to squish your belly.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” you giggled. Running your hands through his hair.

“My perfect pregnant husband.”