#Explode-01-

[yridenergyridenergy]

A rocker.

[sapphire-rb]

Instructions unclear

[jjangredpanda]

[osha-unofficial]

Would an antimatter version of you be OSHA compliant?

well antimatter existing in a work environment presumably made of matter would be. bad. for obvious reasons. but presuming antimatter unofficial works in like the antimatter branch of osha she's fine i guess

[kathegoose]

weird headcanon i thought up a while ago

...go easy on me it's 2am righj now i know this is a little ridiculous

[number-one-toku-robot-lover]

I had a name my father called me Blues...

I am having such a normal one thinking about robot brothers tonight.

[shiilelagh]

they are just the most couple ever

[ciphertone-a]

@indivines liked for an event starter !

He's been having a horrible time ever since he gained this cyan coloration, really. His best guess what it was supposed to represent focus, goals, all with a rational frame of thinking; the catch was - and he'd never admit it out loud - he didn't really have a clear goal right now. The most recent goal he'd had was the portal, but even then calling that recent was a stretch; that, and it was definitely done with. That's what he keeps having to remind himself at least, since this stupid thing kept screwing with his head, giving him brief bouts of fixating, planning best on how to get a portal built, only for him to remind himself of his failure again, kick starting all those negative emotions he was attempting to avoid, and making the entire cycle he's got going on worse.

He's finally fed up with it now, and spotting a paint can across the way, he figures this might just be the fix he needed. Prying it open with his claws reveals a deep red within. He had a good guess as to what that might be, but considering his last color related incident is what caused this whole problem, he'd rather be sure before he applies it towards himself.

The most reasonable way to test it? Simple; spilling the paint can over right as this stranger walks past and manifesting that they aren't quick enough to avoid it.

[kavehayati]

Okay now I think I just want to cut ppl off

[yridenergyridenergy]

[intersex-support]

Help an intersex family in Gaza!

Hi everyone. I'd like to share about a fundraiser that is very important to me. A good friend of mine is in contact with the organizers.

(Described in alt).

Their story:

"Hello, my name is Abeer. I'm organizing this fundraising campaign from Belgium on behalf of my family, who currently live in Gaza. 

Since October 7, all families in Gaza have been subjected to genocide. My family is one of those families that has had to flee its own home several times because of the threat of regular attacks. 

After two months, my family decided to return home and take the risk of being bombed at any moment rather than stay in the street. Our 4-floor building now contains over 100 people who have fled from different parts of Gaza. We always open our hearts for our own people, but we can't do it without your help and support. 

My parents, Kamal (53) and Moukaram (51), are suffering from the war because of their age and health. My brother Suliman, his wife Rawan Abualnaja and their two-year-old daughter Bisan are trying to stay strong, but it's complicated by their little daughter's enormous needs. My other siblings who are not married are Mohammed 25, Inas 22, Ibrahim 17, Abdallah 15.

My family medical condition during the war:

My father suffers from delusional disorders. He can't work or help my family financially. Mohammed and Ibrahim suffer from a chronic disease, congenital adrenal hyperplasia. It is difficult for them to obtain medication in Gaza. One of their medicines has not been available in Gaza for two years. During the war, they couldn't get their medicines because they simply didn't exist anymore. My family members are still suffering. They don't want to be potential victims. They want to escape death and live like other families on the planet.

 On 01/01/2024, they attacked the local mosque and the missile failed to explode and ended up in front of my family's house. My family is in danger and the missile will explode any second.

Since then, my family has decided to be evacuated from Gaza because of the senseless attack on our city. Please help me evacuate my family to Egypt so that they can rebuild their lives in peace.

I've been in Belgium for over five years. I feel useless because I haven't been able to do much except try to help them with their daily living expenses. That's why we created this campaign. We're raising funds to evacuate my family to Egypt, a place that offers a glimmer of hope and stability. However, the cost of the evacuation is high, hence our call for crowdfunding.

Every contribution makes a difference The funds we raise will be used for :

- Evacuation from Gaza for both families (Rafah border crossing fees for 9 people total)  - Two months of temporary living expenses in Egypt, including food, shelter, and transportation  - Passport fees  - Food expences untill they leave Gaza 

No matter how small your contribution, it can make all the difference in breaking the cycle of violence and uncertainty. By supporting our campaign, you are offering a lifeline to our families so that they can rebuild their lives, heal from their trauma and make a fresh start in a safe and secure environment. Please leave a comment and share our campaign with your friends, so we can reach more people and make a bigger impact. Together, we can make a difference!"

They are using a French platform called Papayoux Solidarite instead of GoFundMe. Abeer also has a Paypal account for non European donors.

They are currently at 33 588,78 €/ 50,000 €.

Let's see if we can get them to 34,000 today. Any donation matters, even $1 or $2 donations can add up.

We need to help them meet their goal. Intersex liberation means intersex liberation everywhere--it is so important that we show up in solidarity. Those of us living with CAH know how dangerous salt wasting crises are without medication, and how important it is to urgently help Mohammed and Ibrahim get access to the medications they need to support their CAH. Intersex solidarity means that we need to show up and support intersex people facing genocide.

If you can't donate, please share. Consider doing an art raffle to raise money. Do whatever you can to help this family because it is urgent, and we need to act in solidarity with them now and make sure that the intersex community is here to support them!

[et6rnalsun]

chris loves to send pics. like, not always in a dirty or sexual way, he just enjoys taking selfie of himself — or whatever, to send it to you.

a panorama with a sunset and a breathtaking view? it goes straight to your chat. even if he doesn't often take these, nick always do it, but he doesn't care. he simply ask for them with a simple. "my girl is gonna love it"

a cock scribbled on a wall, a random thing that reminded him of you, the strange positions he finds matt sleeping in for who knows what reason, every time he gets your favorite fast food, five minutes before recording any video, his fits, a pouting face at how much he misses you. anything. literally. and you in fact love it.

but nothing will surpass the needy chris who would send anything, even embarrassing, just to make it clear that he needs you.

it all started with a photo of him with his back to the mirror, his face couldn't be seen very clearly but you could already imagine an amused expression on his face. on his back there were all the scratches you had given him with your cute nails the night before, and you were quite surprised by how red and obvious they were. you didn't even realize you were digging 'em into his skin that much, to leave a sign.

all you did was text back with: "they fit you." because it was true. damn true.

then straight to the point. a pic of his hard cock that was literally on the verge of exploding underneath his overalls, most likely gray ones, or just shorts he usually wear. the first time he sent you a photo like that left you a little taken aback. not that it was an out-of-character thing for him to do, but without warning and after you were literally talking about how much you wanted to go to Disneyland — it just didn't feel the right moment n shit.

[ 01:30 AM ] you — what the fuck

[ 01:30 AM ] loml 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 — Just noticed ur profile picture [ 01:31 AM ] loml 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 — Not my fault tho

[ 01:34 AM ] you — don’t mind me i’m js blocking this contact

in reality you were just thinking about how much you wanted his cock at that moment. shamelessly asking him to come to your house two minutes after pretending to be annoyed by his open behavior.

[crystalknuckle]

isabeau already grounded himself for the incoming rejection (there was a point in time where he would've said no!), but the force after such a long pause takes him by surprise. it's like running into a wall, hands coming up with a panicked jolt.

a verbal knock to his thick skull-- deserved after being so pushy! stings a bit, too.

"huh? sorry, i--! i guess i don't? it's... only a silly picture, anyway. and you're still dealing with the whole New Place, New Sights thing. you're so right!"

nice going, isa! the dummy act only works if it doesn't fall into blatant overstepping! he doesn't even know why he felt so comfortable, uh, getting comfortable? the connection he'd drawn to sif, maybe??

but, friends or not, loop isn't siffrin; that's just unfair! assuming that meant anything? super unfair. they likely consider him an ally at best, which, in all fairness, makes sense! his need for companionship isn't universal. he just thought, after everything that happened back home-- nah, it doesn't matter.

you'd also think he'd mastered the art of cheering others up, what with it being the one thing he brings to the table. but, wow, he can't even manage that lately. (come on! beam now, mope later! end it on a decent note, at least!!).

"i'll, um...! leave you to it, then! sorry again for holding you up," he chatters, phone tucked into the crook of his folded arms, heels a-rocking, "i'm just a tap away if-- pft, whoa-kay, isabeau!!! they get the idea!"

a step back. then another, his buoyancy rehearsed as he gives another wave (less confident, this one -- subdued -- but genuine all the same). "take all the time you need, loop. don't be a stranger."

and that's a wrap! off he goes!! it's okay, though. they'll... probably keep in touch?

he, ignores the twist in his gut telling him otherwise-- telling him he'd scared loop off. that's another pesky assumption, right? he really needs to stop making those.

and you're making it soo hard to keep it together! could just tell him that, couldn't they? rip the bandage off, so to speak; make it easier. they didn't have to keep this up, didn't have to continue humoring their conversation.

but, for a time, it was difficult to shut out that little voice that urged them on. a desperate, quiet plea they've done so well to ignore for . . . oh, for how long now? did they even want to try the math on that? ha! of course not. there'd be no sanity remaining by the end of it, too much time put between then and now. from before until then. just forget it, ignore it. just forget it, ignore it! ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, listen to it. no. ignore it.

he was lying, too. it wasn't that hard. they just had to continue theirs, in turn. play it out until this was all over, until he was out of sight. out of earshot. o u t o f r e a c h . . . !!

-- huh?

what was he doing. loop provides a blink, seemingly in awe ( shaken out of their own thoughts ) as they stare at the phone in the fighters hand. their head faintly tilts, observing the screen and the picture displayed. part of them wants to comment on the wonderfully awkward reflection it provides, the other part is caught up on what's delivered next.

' mirror pictures? ' they find themselves echoing before they know it. augh, why would they need to question that? they knew what it was. but that wasn't the important bit; the part that stunned them.

' you want a picture? of me? ' like this, as they are. this is the reflection he wants to capture? would there even be anything to capture at all? would it work on someone -- some thing -- that wasn't suppose to exist in the first place.

an immortalized mistake. he didn't deserve to see that, no one did.

he shouldn't be seeing them now, he shouldn't have had to see them before. not like this. not like this! never like this!

STARS. ( this isn't how you want him to remember you!! )

but it's too late for that. it's too late for so, so many things.

' you're not getting it. ' there's a sternness they're not aware of, voice carried on a nerve-driven auto-pilot. stomach felt as though it had twisted into further knots, acids that didn't exist eating away at it. corroding what remained with wave after wave of growing nausea.

they felt dizzy. they didn't want to be seen anymore.

' i mean, who needs something like that? certainly not you! '

[lina-unchained]

A Game, A Drink And Something Extra (18+)

Pairing: Front Man x Reader

Summary: It was time for the first game to begin and In-ho had his two favourite things beside him - a drink and your hungry mouth.

Release date: 28/01/25

Words count: 1.1K

Warnings: daddy kink, oral sex (m recieving), mention of people dying

Notes: I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

Masterlist

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You were kneeling beside the chair like a good girl. You were almost drooling just thinking of his taste. What was taking him so long?

In-ho was at the management room setting the final preparations for the Green Light, Red Light game. You knew that any moment he’d be back, then he’d sit comfortably in his chair, pour a glass of whiskey and unzip his pants, so that you could feast on his delicious dick while he watched the poor wretches die on the big screen. This was turning into your little tradition and you were getting more and more impatient.

Finally, the door opened and he walked in. If you were an actual dog your tail would have been on the verge of getting ripped off of your body. Instead your mouth filled with saliva and your hole trembled with excitement. You bit your lower lip and whimpered impatiently.

In-ho scoffed. He knew how much you wanted his dick, so he took his sweet time teasing you for as long as possible. You were growling quietly but he knew you loved this game even though it drove you crazy to your core.

He walked as slowly as he could and stopped by the side table. He took off his gloves, then slid his fingers down the decanter the way he fondled your inner thighs when he wanted to tease you.

A quiet moan exited your lips. Or how you wished that decanter was you.

“Shhh”, he muttered softly.

You whimpered again and bit your lips.

In-ho took his time in pouring whiskey into his glass. You felt like you were about to start crying. His slow game was just too much.

He walked behind you and stroked your hair with such gentleness that shivers ran through your spine. You abruptly turned around and shoved your face into his groin with lust.

In-ho grabbed your hair and pulled your head backwards. You thought your neck would snap but he knew just how much strength to use so not to hurt you. You gasped looking up at him.

He waved his finger at you. “Not yet, baby girl.”

“Please”, you whispered desperately.

“Soon”, he let go of your hair and gently stroked your cheek.

His fingers touched your lips and just like that his middle finger was deep into your mouth as you sucked it with such vigor that In-ho’s dick jumped inside his pants. You knew just what to do to turn him on.

Now he growled and wished it wasn’t his finger you were sucking on.

In-ho pulled his middle finger from your mouth and hastily sat in his chair. You smirked and your mouth got filled with even more saliva.

Your eyes were following his every move as he slowly took off the mask. He put it on the side table and rested his arms on the sides of the chair.

You both heard the doors on the field open as the masked guards took the players out. The game was going to begin soon. You were stroking your head onto his knee like a cat.

In-ho took a sip of his whiskey and pet your head while studying the players on the screen. You whimpered once again begging. You were getting too impatient and he was being too cruel to you.

The announcer joined the fuss among the players by explaining the rules of the game. In-ho‘s eyes moved from the screen and stopped on you. He smiled with such lust that you thought your pussy would explode.

This was the sign. You slowly slid your hands from his knees up his thighs. They met at the top of his pants, and then once again you shoved your face in his groin. You could feel his hard cock begging to be set free from his prison. You unzipped his pants slowly as the head emerged. You kissed it gently and played with it with the tip of your tongue. He tasted so good that you quietly gasped. In-ho softly sighed with approval. He loved your little teases.

Your hands joined the fun as you took his whole dick out and licked it from the bottom to the tip. In-ho sighed again and bit his lips. You shoved his dick deep down your throat. It often made you sick but you had learned to take it.

“That’s it, baby girl”, In-ho gently encouraged you. “Eat him up whole.”

The game began and so did your movements up and down. Slowly, just like the way the tagger said “Green Light, Red Light”.

In-ho quietly moaned and his left hand grabbed your hair. You were going with your own pace sucking and licking and squeezing with your hand as he sighed louder and louder.

“That’s it, baby girl, daddy loves it just like that”, In-ho kept encouraging you as you sucked his head while going up and down with your hand.

A rainstorm of bullets exploded on the screen. People screaming, falling and dying. In-ho squeezed your hair even harder. This moment always turned him on to the point of madness.

“Oh yes, baby girl, yes”, he shouted and started pushing your head down and then pulling it up.

You submitted like the good girl that you were. Now he was in charge of your pace.

In-ho’s moans got louder, his breathing irregular. His dick was filling your mouth deep down to your throat. You grabbed his thighs for support. The game was approaching its end and so was he.

In-ho moaned loudly and squeezed your hair even tighter. Your eyes filled with tears from the hair pulling. You were suffocating and choking on his dick.

“Yes, baby girl, yes”, he shouted again as the last bullets were flying on the screen killing all the poor bastards that didn’t make it to the finish line on time.

A loud moan of ecstasy and relief exited his throat while yours got filled up with his warm cum. You choked a little but you took it like a champ.

After a few seconds In-ho finally let go off your hair. His cock now reducing slipped out of your mouth, cum dripping down your chin. You licked your lips collecting as much as you could before swallowing everything. His taste was exceptional.

“That’s my good girl”, In-ho gently said as he stroked your hair. “You did fantastically, baby girl.”

His face was soft, his breathing now normalizing. He was all relaxed and deflating, completely satisfied with the extra service. You were pleased and a little dizzy, completely satisfied with your delicious dinner.

“Now go wash up, baby girl”, In-ho softly ordered you. His cum was now dripping down your neck and chest.

You obediently got up and went to the bathroom as the circle guards entered the field to collect the dead bodies.

[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. VALENTINE’S DAY !

⤷ FLUFF ﹫ valentine’s special ﹫ multiple

⌗ katsuki, kirishima, denki, shoto, keigo

⚠︎ fluff, jealousy (katsuki) .ᐟ.ᐟ

The halls of U.A. were buzzing with excitement as students exchanged chocolates, gifts, and heartfelt confessions. You weren’t the biggest fan of overly public displays of affection, but today was different—it was Valentine’s Day, and you had a certain explosive blonde boyfriend who, despite his brash nature, had a softer side reserved just for you.

You had been dating Katsuki Bakugo for a while now, and though he wasn’t the type to be openly affectionate, you knew he cared. He showed it in his own way—walking you home, making sure you ate enough, and protecting you in battle without hesitation. But today, he had gone out of his way to surprise you.

You were heading to your locker when suddenly, a firm yet familiar hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you into an empty classroom. You barely had time to react before the door clicked shut behind you.

“Katsu—?”

“Shut up for a sec,” he muttered, cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he dug into his pocket.

Your heart pounded in anticipation. Bakugo wasn’t one for grand gestures, and he especially hated anything that would make him the subject of teasing from his friends. But when he pulled out a small velvet box and a bouquet of deep red roses, your breath hitched.

“You better not laugh,” he grumbled, shoving the roses into your hands. “Here. I know you like this kinda shit.”

Your eyes widened as you took the flowers, the sweet scent filling your senses. “Katsuki… these are beautiful!”

He clicked his tongue, looking away as he popped open the small box to reveal a delicate silver necklace with a small charm—your initial intertwined with his.

“Got this, too,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Figured you’d like it, so… whatever.”

Your heart melted at his flustered demeanor. “Oh my god, I love it!” Without hesitation, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

He stiffened for a moment before relaxing into your embrace, resting his chin on top of your head. “Tch, don’t get all sappy on me now,” he grumbled, though the warmth in his voice betrayed him.

You pulled back slightly and cupped his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed back, albeit roughly, his hand gripping your waist possessively before he pulled away with a scoff.

“Turn around, dumbass. Lemme put it on you.”

You obediently turned, lifting your hair as he fastened the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Once he was done, you turned back around, your hand touching the charm.

“It’s perfect,” you said softly.

A smug smirk played on his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before those idiots come lookin’ for us.”

With your hand in his, you walked back out into the hallway, making your way to your locker. Students were still milling about, exchanging gifts and talking about their Valentine’s plans.

When you reached your locker, you carefully placed the roses inside, but as you did, your eyes caught something unexpected—a folded piece of paper resting on the shelf.

Your brows furrowed as you picked it up. “What’s this?”

Bakugo, standing beside you, peered over your shoulder. “Dunno. Open it.”

You unfolded the note, and your heart skipped a beat as your eyes scanned the words written in elegant handwriting.

Dear Y/N,

I’ve admired you for so long, and I couldn’t let Valentine’s Day pass without telling you how amazing you are. You’re kind, strong, and beautiful, and I wish I had the courage to tell you this in person. No matter what, I just want you to know that you deserve the best. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Your stomach twisted, and you could practically feel the air crackling with tension beside you.

“The hell is this?” Bakugo’s voice was low and dangerous.

You turned to look at him, and if looks could kill, the entire hallway would’ve exploded. His ruby-red eyes were dark with fury as he snatched the letter from your hands, scanning it again, his grip tightening with each passing second.

“Who the fuck wrote this?” he growled.

You swallowed nervously and tried not to laugh. “I… I don’t know.”

Bakugo crumpled the letter in his fist, his jaw clenched so tightly you thought his teeth might crack. “Some extra thinks they can confess to my girl? They’ve got some fuckin’ nerve.”

You placed a hand on his chest while holding your laugh, trying to calm him. “Katsuki, I—”

“No. This isn’t fuckin’ happening.” His arm wrapped around your waist possessively, pulling you close. “You’re my girl. Don’t need some shitty love letter from some coward who can’t even say it to your face.”

You sighed but chuckled, cupping his cheek. “Of course, I’m your girlfriend.”

He huffed but visibly relaxed under your touch. “Damn right.”

Before you could say anything else, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Yo, what’s with the angry look, Bakugo? Someone steal your girl?”

You turned to see Denki and Kirishima approaching, Denki grinning like he was about to tease the hell out of Bakugo.

Bakugo shot them a deadly glare, stuffing the crumpled letter into his pocket. “Shut the hell up before I blast your dumb face off.”

Denki raised his hands in surrender, but Kirishima looked between the two of you, noticing your new necklace. “Whoa, did Bakugo get that for you?”

Your face warmed, and Bakugo scoffed. “Yeah, so what?”

Denki smirked. “Aw, look at you being all romantic. Didn’t know you had it in you, man.”

Bakugo growled, sparks popping from his palm. “Say another word and I’ll end you.”

You giggled, squeezing Bakugo’s hand. ��Come on, Katsu. Let’s go.”

With one last glare at Denki, Bakugo led you down the hall, his grip on your hand tight, his possessiveness evident.

The soft hum of students chatting filled the classroom as the lesson dragged on. You were tapping your pen against your notebook absentmindedly, stealing occasional glances at the clock. Just a few more minutes until class ended, and you could finally enjoy the rest of Valentine’s Day.

As you turned your attention back to your notes, something small and folded landed on your desk. Your eyebrows lifted in curiosity, and you glanced around to see if the teacher had noticed. When you looked to your side, Kirishima Eijiro was avoiding eye contact, his face dusted with a light pink blush as he scratched the back of his head.

Smiling to yourself, you unfolded the note under your desk.

Hey, Y/N!

Wanna go out with me after class? I, uh, have something planned, and I really hope you’ll like it. Just nod if you’re in!

You bit your lip to suppress a grin before looking at him. His crimson eyes darted to yours nervously, as if bracing himself for rejection. Trying not to giggle at how adorable he was, you nodded enthusiastically.

His reaction was priceless—his face brightened instantly, his sharp teeth peeking through as he beamed at you, barely holding back a celebratory fist pump.

The rest of class felt like forever, both of you sneaking excited glances at each other. When the bell finally rang, you gathered your things quickly and practically bounced over to Kirishima’s desk.

“You ready?” you asked, your voice light with excitement.

He laughed nervously, rubbing his hands on his pants as he stood up. “Y-Yeah! Let’s go!”

Despite his usual confidence, you could tell he was on edge. You knew how much this day meant to him—your first Valentine’s Day together. Kirishima wasn’t the type to half-ass anything, so he’d no doubt spent a lot of time planning something special.

He led you outside, his warm hand wrapping around yours as he guided you through the streets of Musutafu. The February air was crisp, but the excitement in your heart made it easy to ignore the cold.

After a few minutes, you arrived in front of a small, cozy café you had mentioned wanting to try weeks ago. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“You remembered?” you asked, turning to him with a touched expression.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Of course I did! I know you were excited about it, so I thought… well, it’d be the perfect place for today.”

Your heart melted. “You’re the best, Eiji.”

His blush deepened, and he grinned, quickly opening the door for you. “Ladies first!”

The café was warm and inviting, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries filling the air. The two of you found a quiet table by the window, and you couldn’t help but admire how much effort he had put into this.

As you both browsed the menu, Kirishima fidgeted, tapping his fingers against the table. When the waiter came over, he got so flustered trying to order that he accidentally knocked over the sugar jar.

Your eyes widened, but instead of being embarrassed, you let out a soft chuckle, covering your mouth. “Relax, Eiji. It’s just sugar.”

He groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. “Ugh, I just don’t wanna mess this up. It’s our first Valentine’s together, and I want it to be perfect.”

You reached across the table, gently taking his hand. “It is perfect, because it’s you. Clumsy or not, I love spending time with you.”

His eyes softened as he squeezed your hand, a lopsided smile forming. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

After placing your orders, the two of you talked and laughed, time slipping by effortlessly. Kirishima relaxed more with every passing moment, his nervous energy replaced by his usual enthusiasm.

When the food arrived, he practically inhaled his dessert, getting a bit of whipped cream on his nose in the process.

You giggled. “Eiji, you’ve got—”

“Huh?” He blinked at you, confused.

Shaking your head fondly, you leaned forward and wiped the cream off with your thumb before licking it off. “Got it.”

His face turned a deep shade of red, and he choked on his drink. “Y-Y/N! You can’t just—!”

You laughed at his reaction. “You’re too tense, relax!”

“Not so manly from me,” he mumbled, pouting slightly as he recovered.

After finishing your drinks, Kirishima’s demeanor shifted again—nervous, but determined. He reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around something.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, his usual fiery confidence battling with his nerves. “Okay, so… I, uh, got you something.”

You tilted your head. “You did? Eiji, you didn’t have to—”

“No, I wanted to,” he said firmly, before pulling out a small black box and placing it on the table between you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at it. “Eijiro…”

“Open it,” he urged, shifting in his seat.

With slightly trembling fingers, you lifted the lid to reveal a gorgeous silver ring with a small gemstone embedded in it—the same color as his eyes.

Your breath hitched. “It’s beautiful…”

Kirishima exhaled, rubbing his neck. “I saw it and thought of you. I know it’s not, like, an engagement ring or anything—but it’s a promise, y’know? That I’ll always be here for you. That no matter what, I’ll have your back.”

Your vision blurred slightly as your heart swelled with affection. “Eiji…”

Before he could get any more nervous, you reached across the table, grabbing his face and pulling him into a deep kiss. He let out a surprised noise but quickly melted into it, his large hands cupping yours.

When you pulled away, your eyes shimmered. “I love it. And I love you.”

His face lit up with pure joy, his sharp teeth showing in the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “I love you too, Y/N!”

Slipping the ring onto your finger, you admired how perfectly it fit. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers, your heart brimming with happiness.

This was, without a doubt, the best Valentine’s Day ever.

The morning of Valentine’s Day started with a text—no, scratch that, a flood of texts.

Denki [6:45 AM]: BABE WAKE UP

Denki [6:46 AM]: IT’S VALENTINE’S DAYYYYYY

Denki [6:46 AM]: Get ready, because I’m about to make you feel like the luckiest girl alive!

Denki [6:47 AM]: And also I may or may not need help carrying something

You blinked at your phone, groaning as you rolled over. You weren’t even out of bed yet, and Denki was already in full hyper mode.

You [6:49 AM]: What did you do?

A minute later, another text came through.

Denki [6:50 AM]: Nothing bad! Just something AWESOME. Be outside in ten ;)

You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Denki always had this chaotic yet endearing energy, and you had a feeling whatever he had planned was going to be a lot. You quickly got dressed in your U.A. uniform, brushed your hair, and hurried outside.

What you saw made your jaw drop.

Standing at your doorstep, grinning like a fool, was Denki Kaminari, holding—no, STRUGGLING to hold—a massive teddy bear, a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, a small, elegant box, and an entire bag of fancy chocolates.

“TA-DAAAAA!” he announced, nearly toppling over as the bear wobbled in his grip. He quickly steadied himself, flashing you his usual electric grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe!”

You gawked at him, your eyes darting between the absurdly large stuffed bear, the flowers, the chocolates, and the tiny velvet box in his hand.

“Baby…” you started, eyes wide, “This is—this is so much!”

“I know, right?” He beamed proudly. “I may have gone a little overboard, but like, it’s our first real Valentine’s Day together, so I had to go big! You deserve it!”

You ran a hand through your hair, still staring at the pile of gifts. The teddy bear was practically half your size. The bouquet was so full of roses, it looked like something from a movie. And then there was the tiny box in his hands—which could only mean jewelry.

Your heart squeezed. You wanted to tell him he really didn’t have to do all this, but the way his golden eyes shone with excitement made it impossible to say anything but:

“…This is too much,” you said, laughing softly, “but also, thank you, babe. Seriously.”

Denki’s grin softened as he set the bear down with a dramatic oof before stepping closer. He lifted the small box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, lined with tiny lightning bolt charms.

“Here, this one’s my favorite part,” he murmured. “I saw it and thought, ‘this is literally so us’—you know, ‘cause I’m all zap zap and you’re all gorgeous and amazing—so I had to get it.”

Your cheeks heated as he gently took your wrist, fastening the bracelet around it. It fit perfectly, the tiny charms glinting in the morning light.

“…Okay, this part is actually perfect,” you admitted, smiling as you turned your wrist to admire it. “I love it.”

Denki practically vibrated with joy. “YES! I KNEW IT!”

Then reality hit. You had to go to school. With all of this.

You glanced at the enormous teddy bear, the bouquet, the box of chocolates—how were you even supposed to carry all this around U.A. all day?!

Denki, oblivious, picked up the teddy bear and proudly placed it in your arms. “Okay, now let’s get to school!”

“…babe, I can’t—how am I supposed to carry this around all day?” you asked, voice somewhere between amused and exasperated.

He blinked. “Oh.” Then he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing. “Uh… I didn’t think that far ahead.”

You deadpanned. “Clearly.”

“Okay, okay, new plan!” he said quickly. “We drop the bear and chocolates off in the dorms, and you just take the flowers and bracelet with you. Boom! Genius, right?”

“Actually, yeah, that is a good plan,” you admitted.

Denki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Babe. Are you saying I just had a smart moment?”

You smirked, poking his chest. “Don’t let it get to your head, Sparky.”

He threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both started walking toward the U.A. dorms. “Oh, it’s absolutely getting to my head. But also, I’m just really happy you like everything.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “I do. And I like you even more, you dork.”

Denki made an exaggerated swooning noise. “Oh my GAWD, my girlfriend just made my whole year.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Maybe it was way too much, but honestly? That was just so Denki. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The streets of Musutafu were dusted with a thin layer of snow, the chill of February still clinging to the air despite the early evening hour. Streetlights cast a soft golden glow on the sidewalks, and the occasional burst of laughter from passing couples and friends filled the atmosphere with warmth. It was Valentine’s Day, and for once, you weren’t spending it alone or just watching others celebrate—you were spending it with Shoto Todoroki.

You glanced at the boy walking beside you, his dual-colored hair standing out even in the dim light. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his coat, and though his expression was calm as always, the slight pink dusting his ears made you smile.

“You didn’t have to buy me all that, you know,” you said, shifting the small bag in your hand—a small, elegant gift bag from a local store, courtesy of Shoto.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply. “Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day. I should get you something nice.”

You huffed playfully. “You already gave me a gift this morning.”

Shoto tilted his head slightly, thinking. “That was different.”

You laughed. “How?”

He blinked, as if the answer was obvious. “That was for the morning. This is for now.”

Your heart warmed at the sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t the type to shower people with words, but the way he always thought of you—always made sure you felt special—meant more than anything.

The two of you continued walking in comfortable silence, your steps in sync as the city buzzed around you. Small shops had their windows decorated with hearts, and couples strolled by, hands intertwined. You felt Shoto’s gaze flicker to your hand briefly, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he nodded toward a cozy-looking café on the corner.

“Do you want to go in?” he asked.

You smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

The café was warm, filled with the scent of coffee, chocolate, and fresh pastries. A few couples were seated near the windows, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the hanging lights. The atmosphere was peaceful, perfect for the kind of quiet, intimate moment you knew Shoto preferred.

He led you to a small table near the corner, where the view of the street was still visible but slightly secluded from the rest of the café. The two of you sat down, and you sighed contentedly as warmth seeped into your fingers.

Shoto studied the menu for a moment before glancing at you. “What do you want? My treat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you already treat me?”

He gave you a look—one of those subtle yet affectionate ones that always made your heart stutter. “That was different,” he repeated.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright. I’ll get a hot chocolate, then.”

He nodded, then walked up to the counter to order. You watched as he stood there, his tall frame relaxed, one hand in his pocket while the other gestured slightly as he spoke to the barista. Even with his usual stoic demeanor, there was something so effortlessly charming about him.

When he returned with two drinks—your hot chocolate and what you assumed was his usual black coffee—you smiled up at him. “Thank you, Sho.”

He set your drink in front of you, then slid into his seat. “You don’t have to thank me every time.”

“I do when it’s sweet,” you teased, taking a sip. The rich chocolate warmed you instantly.

Shoto took a careful sip of his coffee before setting it down. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, and you could tell he was thinking about something.

“What is it?” you asked gently.

He exhaled softly, glancing out the window before looking back at you. “I was just thinking… this is the first time I’ve really celebrated Valentine’s Day like this.”

You blinked, setting your cup down. “Really?”

He nodded. “My family never did much for it. And in the past, I never really… thought about it. It just felt like another day.”

Your chest tightened at the quiet honesty in his voice. You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. He looked down at your joined hands before curling his fingers slightly around yours.

“Well, I’m glad you’re celebrating it now,” you said softly. “And I’m really glad I get to be the one spending it with you.”

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of Shoto’s lips. He squeezed your hand lightly. “Me too.”

By the time you left the café, the night air was crisp but not unpleasant. Shoto walked a little closer to you this time, his hand occasionally brushing against yours. The streets had quieted, the earlier crowds thinning out.

As you passed by a small shop, Shoto suddenly stopped. “Wait here.”

You blinked. “Huh?” But before you could ask anything else, he had already stepped inside.

You watched curiously as he spoke briefly with the shopkeeper before emerging a minute later, holding something behind his back.

“What did you just—”

Shoto stepped closer, then gently held out a single red rose. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “For you.”

Your breath hitched. A single rose. It wasn’t extravagant or flashy, but it was perfect—because it was from him.

Smiling, you carefully took it from his hand. “Sho…”

He looked slightly unsure. “Do you like it?”

You held the rose close to your chest, nodding. “I love it.”

Something in his shoulders relaxed, and his lips quirked up ever so slightly. Without thinking, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Shoto froze for a second, his eyes widening slightly. Then, slowly, his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink—not from the cold this time.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sho,” you murmured.

His gaze softened as he reached for your hand, holding it properly this time. His fingers were warm against yours, a steady presence in the cold night air.

“…Happy Valentine’s Day.”

The penthouse was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city below and the occasional flicker of the television that had been playing some random show in the background. You were curled up under a blanket, barely awake, scrolling through your phone when it vibrated with a new message.

Keigo [9:42 PM]: Get ready, I’ll pick you up in 20 minutes.

You sat up so fast the blanket fell off your shoulders. “Are you kidding me?” you muttered, scrambling out of bed.

Your damn bird of a boyfriend could have at least given you some kind of warning! You were still in your pajamas, for crying out loud.

Muttering curses under your breath, you bolted toward your closet, flinging it open as you desperately searched for something appropriate. Your eyes landed on a long, elegant black dress—sleek, centered at the waist, and perfect for a last-minute dinner you weren’t warned about.

“Damn featherbrain,” you grumbled, tugging the dress on.

You barely had time for makeup, so you went for something simple—a bit of mascara, lip gloss, and a touch of jewelry before throwing your hair into a slightly messy but passable style. You grabbed your purse, slipping into your heels just as the familiar sound of wings beating against the air reached your ears.

A gust of wind blew in from the balcony. You turned just in time to see Keigo Takami—Pro Hero Hawks—landing smoothly, golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in your rushed state.

“Ready?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

You glared. “No, I am not ready! You could have told me sooner!”

He chuckled, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You huffed, grabbing your purse and storming toward the front door. “Let’s just go.”

Before you could reach for the handle, you felt a pair of strong arms loop around your waist. You barely had a second to react before Keigo hoisted you up effortlessly, wings spreading wide.

You froze. “Keigo—NO.”

“Keigo—YES.” He grinned.

Your heart plummeted as he kicked off the ground, lifting both of you into the night sky.

The cold wind rushed past you, and you instinctively buried your face into his shoulder, clutching onto him like your life depended on it.

Which—it kind of did.

Keigo laughed, the deep, rich sound vibrating through his chest. “You’re so dramatic, babe.”

“I hate flying,” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“You hate flying alone. You love flying with me.”

“That is an outright lie, I can’t even fly alone.”

Keigo hummed, amused, as he adjusted his grip on you, his strong arms holding you securely. “You’ll survive.”

You peeked out from his shoulder, the city lights stretching beneath you in a breathtaking display. It was beautiful… but also terrifying.

“I swear, if I die—”

“You won’t,” he said smoothly, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

Despite yourself, you sighed, melting slightly into his embrace.

When Keigo finally landed outside the fancy restaurant, you nearly collapsed onto the ground in relief.

“I am never doing that again,” you declared dramatically, smoothing down your dress.

Keigo snickered, leading you inside with a hand on the small of your back. “You say that every time.”

The restaurant was luxurious, filled with soft golden lighting, elegant décor, and the quiet hum of music playing in the background. A few people turned their heads as they recognized Hawks, but Keigo paid them no mind, his focus entirely on you.

Once you were seated at a private table, the tension from earlier faded, replaced by the warm, intimate atmosphere between you.

Keigo leaned back in his chair, golden eyes studying you with that familiar lazy, yet utterly enamored gaze. “So, how was your day, babe?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Oh, you know. Peaceful—until a certain someone decided to ambush me with last-minute plans.”

He chuckled, sipping his drink. “Hey, I like keeping you on your toes.”

You shook your head fondly. “How was patrol?”

“Boring. Missed you,” he said smoothly, sending a slow wink your way.

You flushed, laughing. “You’re so corny.”

“And you love it.”

The conversation flowed easily, the two of you exchanging stories, laughter, and playful banter between bites of food. It felt perfect—peaceful, comfortable, and so wonderfully natural.

Then, just as dessert was about to arrive, Keigo suddenly reached into his jacket pocket.

Your brows furrowed. “What are you—”

He pulled out a small, velvet box.

Your heart stopped.

The entire restaurant seemed to fade away as Keigo set the box on the table, his usual cocky smirk replaced with something softer, more serious.

He opened it—revealing a beautiful engagement ring.

Your breath hitched. “Keigo…”

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his expression open, vulnerable in a way you rarely saw.

“I was gonna wait ‘til later,” he admitted, voice softer than usual. “But I figured—why wait?”

You stared at him, completely caught off guard. “Are you—are you serious?”

He laughed, but there was nervousness in it this time. “What, you think I’d joke about this?”

You blinked, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Keigo Takami—the most reckless, unpredictable, flirtatious man you’d ever met—was looking at you with the most sincere expression you’d ever seen.

“I know I’m not always the easiest guy to be with,” he continued, his thumb rubbing the edge of the velvet box. “I know I stress you out, and I know I drive you crazy—”

“You do.”

He grinned. “But… you’re it for me. You always have been.” His golden eyes softened. “So, what do you say, angel? Wanna keep dealing with me for the rest of your life?”

Your chest tightened with overwhelming warmth, your entire body buzzing with emotions.

You exhaled shakily, a slow smile spreading across your lips.

“You’re an absolute menace of a boyfriend,” you murmured.

Keigo chuckled. “I know.”

“But…” You felt tears prick your eyes as you reached forward, covering his hand with yours.

“Yes.”

His breath hitched slightly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah.”

For the first time, you saw actual relief wash over him—before it was replaced with a cocky, dazzling grin.

“Hell yeah,” he murmured, sliding the ring onto your finger before tugging you forward into a kiss.

The restaurant erupted into applause, but you barely noticed—because at that moment, all you could feel was him.

Keigo pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, fiancée.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

Yeah. You really, really did.

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