#I don't think he'd ever be as bad as midoriya

[starlvcied]

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

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

g/n reader, no warnings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sp1d3rzz]

Pervert!Midoriya

final / pt.3

pt.1 pt.2

WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.

A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!

Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.

The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.

It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."

He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.

So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.

Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.

One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"

He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.

It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.

Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.

Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.

Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."

Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.

It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.

"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!

His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"

"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.

And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.

Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.

Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.

While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.

You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.

His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.

The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.

It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.

Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.

" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"

Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?

When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.

Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.

You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.

He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.

He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.

The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.

As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.

You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.

Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.

The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.

You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.

Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.

The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.

But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.

[firesmokeandashes]

Mha "could've been canon" quotes/scenarios

Fake Deku: *walks into the common room and over to Katsuki*

Fake Deku: "Hey Bakugou! Want to go spa-"

Half of class 1 a: *suddenly jumps the fake deku*

Fake Deku: "Wait! What are you guys doing! Get off me!"

Ochako: "Cut the bullshit, we know you're not Deku"

Fake Deku: *detransforms into some random villain*

Villain: "But how? I haven't done anything out of the ordinary!"

Todoroki: "Midoriya never calls Bakugou, Bakugou"

Tenya: "In fact we're not entirely sure he knows how to say Bakugo's real name"

Katsuki: Besides, danger sense would have alerted Izuku before everyone jumped you and gotten out of the way. So really you're just stupid"

Jirou: "Wait, sense this guy isn't Deku-"

Momo: "Where's the real one!?"

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Meanwhile at the villain's hideout:

Izuku: "So you see, you can be whatever you want to be, you don't have to be a villain"

Villain 1: *sniffling* "That's so deep man"

Villain 2: *crying* "No one's ever told us that before! Thank you!"

Villain 3: *sobbing uncontrollably* "Thank you so much! Im gonna turn my whole life around now, I promise!"

Villain 4: *sitting in a corner contemplating their life choices and having a mental crisis*

Izuku: *slightly flustered* "There's really no need to thank me! You guys should have been told all this from the beginning!"

All four villains: *thinking* 'And he's humble too!'

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Back at UA:

Aizawa: "So you mean to tell me he's been missing for FIVE HOURS!?"

Katsuki: *frustrated sigh* Yeah"

Aizawa: *insert groan of dissapointed and frustration*

Aizawa's phone: *rings*

Aizawa: "What!?"

Villain 1: "Um, is this Erasurehead?"

Aizawa: "Yes, what do want? I'm in the middle of important business!"

Villain 1: "Well, you see, we have one of your students, Midoriya, and we want to know where we should drop him off at?"

Aizawa: "...."

Aizawa: "What do mean 'drop him off at'"?

Villain 1: Well, he kind of gave us a talk about how we don't need to be villains and now we all feel bad about the stuff we did and want to give him back to you"

Aizawa: *sighs tiredly while dragging his hand down his face*

Aizawa: "Meet me at the abandoned choclate factory over on 15th street"

Villain 1: "Okay! Yeah, we can do that and I just want to say how sorry we are for kidnapping him! We're fully expecting to be arrested when we get there, so don't worry about us putting up a fight"

Aizawa: *sighs tiredly and hangs up*

Katsuki who listened to the whole conversation on speaker phone: "So he did it again?"

Aizawa: "Yup."

Katsuki: "And now you have to call the police and do more paperwork than you want to?"

Aizawa: "Yup."

Katsuki: "Want me to go with you to pick him up or..."

Aizawa: "Yes, lord knows he's gonna need someone to talk to on the way back and I cannot deal with him right now."

Katsuki: "So... what do we do with this guy?"

Katsuki: *jabs finger towards the shapeshifing villain who is tied and gagged with sero's tape snd spewing muffled curses at them*

Aizawa:"Hand him over to campus security and let them take care of him"

Katsuki: *nods and drags the screaming villain out the door with him*

Aizawa: "Im getting too old for this"

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Later at the abandoned Chocolate Factory:

Aizawa, Katsuki, and a handful of cops walk into the Factory:

Izuku: *jumping up and down while waving his hand*

Cops: *rush over to arrest the villains*

Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan!! Over here!"

Katsuki: "We know, idiot! We aren't blind!"

Villain 1 being arrested: *whispering* That's 'Kacchan'? I thought he'd be nicer"

Villains 2-4 also being arrested: *nod in agreement*

Izuku: *bounds over to Aizawa and Katsuki*

Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan! You're not going to believe the day I've had!"

Izuku: *begins rambling*

Aizawa looks tiredly at Katsuki: "You take care of him, I have a big enough headache as it is"

Katsuki: *nods and turns back to listen to Izuku's rant and scold him for being reckless and getting in trouble again*

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[laseracronym]

They Made You Cry (MHA/Fem!Reader)

(Laser: I'm sad today, so I curse you with angst.)

Summary: MHA characters reacting to making their girlfriend cry. (Angst, arguments, and some unhealthy relationship dynamics.)

Characters: Bakugou, Dabi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Midoriya

MHA-MHA-MHA

Bakugou

Katsuki's heart sinks when he sees the unmistakable wetness that mists over your eyes. What's worse, what really makes him feel like the worst kind of bastard, is the way you shy away from his gaze with a sense of bitter defeat. Like he's getting what he wanted. Like his victory, his intention, was pushing you to tears.

As if he could ever consider this a victory.

"H-Hey..." he reaches out to you, awkward and unsure. He's so bad at dealing with tears, especially yours. It's so much easier to take on whatever piece of shit that's made you cry, but in this case, it's him. He's the piece of shit.

You sniffle, hurriedly brushing past him, equal parts angry and hurt.

"Whatever, Katsuki."

Dabi

The thing about you is that you're so damn unpredictable. Sweet one second, drawing blood the next.

Dabi kind of loves it. It keeps things from becoming boring, getting stale. And you're so hot when your eyes are ablaze with whatever emotion is overcoming you.

Just like right now, in the middle of some pointless, bullshit argument, when something he says makes you snap. You tackle him to the ground, your hands fisting into his jacket as you yell in his face. All he can do is grin up at you dangerously, just as angry, but equally as enticed by just how vibrant you look in this moment.

Then something even sweeter happens.

Big, fat tears begin to drip from your wild eyes, and Dabi sucks in a breath. You sob, frustrated and overwhelmed, and his cold, little heart warms at the sight.

"Oh, pretty girl..."

His arms wrap around you as you cry into his chest, cursing his name all the while. He strokes your hair, twisted affection squirming in his chest like a nest of spiders.

Always so unpredictable and entertaining.

Aizawa

"(Name), I-" Shouta falters, all the anger and frustration from your argument washed away by cold, all-consuming guilt at the sight of the tears slipping down your face.

You hurriedly wipe them away, stepping back, away from him, and the guilt deepens.

He knows you hate crying in front of him, even when it isn't his fault. It makes you feel weak, and he knows you worry he'll think less of you, that he'll find your more emotional way of being "irrational."

You turn, hiding your face as you try to walk away, but he stops you, gently catching you by the arm.

"Wait," he pleads, his voice gentle, "I'm sorry." Because no argument is worth making you cry.

"I don't want you to see me like this," you mutter, your head down. But at least you're not pulling away from him. He takes that as a good sign.

"Don't hide from me," he urges. He takes you by the chin and tilts your head up so he can look at you properly. He brushes your tears away, regretful that they're there in the first place. "Let's talk about this, okay?"

He's always so stubborn, set in his ways. But he'll try to meet you in the middle, to understand your perspective. You're worth it.

Shigaraki

Tomura feels no guilt at the sight of your tears, only vindictive satisfaction. Good. He'd been aiming to hurt you when he said those words to you. He really can't stand the way you make him feel sometimes, so he's happy to return the favor.

"You're seriously crying?" he taunts with a cruel smirk, poking at your cheek with a mocking finger.

You smack his hand away, "fuck you, Tomura, you fucking prick," you hiss, trying not to cry even more in front of him. You turn and storm away from him before things get even worse.

"You're so pathetic!" he calls after you, making sure you can hear him before you slam the door behind you.

He huffs, standing there and scratching at his neck. You're so damn overdramatic, a pain in his ass. You deserve to cry a little for the shit you put him through.

The image of your tear-filled face flashes through his mind. He ignores the way it makes his stomach twist with discomfort.

Midoriya

Izuku feels his own eyes fill with tears, watching you hug yourself and cry in front of him.

"(N-Name)... please don't cry..." he begs, his hands brushing up and own your arms, trying to console you.

"I thought I was never going to see you again," you cry, your words making his heart ache. You scrub a shaking hand over your eyes, "I was so s-scared for you!"

"I'm sorry, (Name)," he pulls you into a hug, his own tears running free. He really scared you this time. It was a close call. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here."

He shushes you gently, guilt spreading through his chest at the distress he's caused you. His job is always going to cause you to worry, the only thing he can do is try his best to come home to you at the end of the day.

(Requests)

[cvnt4him]

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It doesn't make any sense to him, really.

How did you, the same person he, not that'd it even come up in conversation, helplessly.... 'massaged' himself a little too 'roughly' until he blew his load, how did you have him like this? You were towering over him on his bed as he held your hips, bucking into you, god he needs you so bad. You felt that and you ate it up. You loved the fact he needed you.

The room was filled with hot breaths and moans accompanied by groans and whines occasionally, it was a little misunderstanding really, you had never intended to get the #1 hero all hot and bothered while spending the day with him for your little vlog.

"SPENDING THE DAY WITH THE #1 HERO!!!"

The title of your YouTube video, you just wanted to meet him is all, and when he dm'd YOU, for a colab? You were over the moon!! You'd wanted to meet him for so long!! Maybe at a meet n greet, or some kind of convention, or anything else but no, he wanted to colab with you.

You were in another state at the time, filming in case you have some kind of posting material, when he told you you'd be flying in his very own private jet??? Yeah what kind of Wattpad fanfic is this?? This doesn't just happen in real life, and yet it did, to you.

The way he hugged you for the first time like he loved the warmth you aid to him, like your body was just what he needed, craved. God if only you knew what slutty dirty things he did to himself thinking of you that night, you'd be so disgusted in him!!

Or would you?

That question was all that clouded poor zuzus thoughts as he studied and observed you very closely as you spent your time together.

"we'll be staying in my penthouse! It's pretty big so you can have your own room until I fly you back out to New York!! If that's alright with you, of course."

He spoke to you in the sweetest, calmest, voice ever, his words so hypnotic, he hadn't realized you'd practically been under his spell for so long, this really was the dream, meeting your celebrity crush, STAYING WITH HIM?? You're sleeping, in his very own house. penthouse, that is.

You two played games, watched movies, and you asked him questions his very own fans would've loved to have known. And he shared every detail with you, with pure utter truth laced in his words. Everything he told you was true, because he felt he couldn't lie to you. You were so pure!! Such an angel! You didn't deserve to be lied to or harmed, ever!

"and that was 'spending the day with izuku midoriya'!!' you say as you end your video with your normal 'like n subscribe' shit and turn your camera off sighing at how much footage you'll have to edit and keep to yourself, but hey at least you got a day with your husband out of it!!

He looked at you, observingly, as you sigh and out your hand in the back of your neck in a tired sense.

"man you don't know how tiring it really is being an influencer, haha!" You joke.

He chuckled lightly, gaze still locked on you, your hands, how much smaller they are in comparison to his, how soft they are, how well you'd please him with them.

He really didn't want his mind going there with you, honest! It was never his intentions!! But how could he help himself? You were just so mesmerizing, corrupting. Izuku had never been such a pervert before he'd looked at your beautiful face!

So really, these thoughts, his growing erection that painfully twitches behind his zipper, the amount of precum leaking from his already needy and ready cock, it's your fault. All your fault.

If you hadn't looked so good, spoke to him with a honey like voice, with such a sultry tone, he wouldn't have gotten these thoughts! He wouldn't have gotten this hard.

So yeah, when he stood and glided behind you and put his hands on your shoulder, rubbing and massaging the tense area, causing a low moan to rip right out of you, which he heard and accepted, there was no way, in any way, any if this could even remotely be his fault!

He was just giving you what he knew you needed, a nice relaxing massage. Like the one he gave himself 2 weeks ago listening to the sound of your drunken voice and slurred words as you fan girls over meeting him, how much you loved his suit and how sexy you really thought he was, it's a shame you hadn't actually gotten to see him in his hero suit much today, maybe some other time!

He continued to massage you little whimpers escaping you from the rough yet gentle motions of his heavy, warm, hands, the way his hands trailed up to your neck then back down to your shoulders, it felt so amazing, you couldn't help but close your eyes and let him control you.

You hadn't realized it at first, but this slut really was pressing his oh so hard cock right up against your back, and he.. was he moaning?

The sounds of this grown adult man, whimpering lightly above you, grinding his weeping cock, against your back like some teenaged virgin, made your eyes shoot wide open, you didn't move, you say there, listening and being patient to assure this was what was actually happening.

Once you were sure, you quickly whipped your body around to look at him with a smirk, he jumped in confusion and terror, he was so afraid that you had caught onto what he was doing, and you did.

You scoffed, and looked him up and down, eyes trailing back down to his hard on them widening at the heavy amount of precum that left his still twitching cock.

Damn, well at least you knew his cock was thick and strong enough to make his pants move along with his cock.

"had you really thought I didn't notice the way you were grinding against me like a slut?"

He whimpered opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. It was never his intentions!!! Honest!! Why won't you believe him! This is your fault anyways!! Take responsibility!

He thought of what he wanted to say, opening his mouth before being completely shut down by you, as you laughed out loud at the sight in front of you, his eyes were glossy, his cock was still twitching, and his hair was slightly messy, was he really gonna cum against your back?

"wow, I idolized a hero, a man known for his big bright smile, a smile that could save a man's life. And yet, here he is, rubbing his disgusting cock against his acquaintance, not even, technically a business partner. I never knew you were such a dirty, pathetic, slut."

He looked at you in horror, fuck. He really was a slut. And damn did it get him so hot and bothered when you called him one, the way you spat venom with each word that left your beautifully glossed lips, a smirk still painted upon your features, and you scoff once more.

He looked as if he was gonna cry, really he did, you laughed at that.

"are you really gonna cry because I caught you, being a dirty whore? God, you really are pathetic."

You laughed again, but you hadn't known, the real reason he was gonna cry was because, yeah sure, he was humiliated and embarrassed, but he was teary eyed because he was enjoying it. He knew he was a slut, only slits enjoy being degraded in such ways, with such hurtful names, he enjoyed it so much his cock started leaking again.

You wiped a tear that left your eye from the belly laugh you just had, as you sigh with a smile still on your face, you look at him in his eyes as he instantly looked away, covering his face with his arm.

"This is your fault.."

He said to you, in the softest, sluttiest, shakiest voice he could muster up.

It really was pathetic you almost busted out laughing again, but you'd thought you'd spare him the extra embarrassment.

You were curious on what he meant by 'your fault'.

"whatever do you mean, midoriya?"

You ask blessing him with the beautiful sound of you calling him by his last name.

He couldn't even look at you, let alone speak. He sighed, arm still covering his red, sweaty, freckled face.

So he asks himself again, how did you, manage to get on top of him, stroking his leaky, dribbling cock as he moans and writhes underneath you, you had demanded he tie himself up with black whip and he obeyed without a word. He needed this and you loved that.

You had been edging him for an hour now, he hadn't came but he felt like he could, all he wanted to do was cum for you, all he wanted was to please you, be inside of you!

You were really bullying and torturing him for basically defending himself against your forceful will. You were the one who started rubbing your neck as your shirt draped off of your shoulder.

You did this to him, and yet he's being punished? It wasn't fair! He didn't deserve to be edged and tortured by your, just as predicted, soft, smaller than, hands, the way you held his thick cock with both of your hands, your fingers not being able to touch around his slightly veined length, he loved how much you enjoyed getting him off like this, hell just blatantly torturing him, so you endured it for a little while longer, for you.

His pants and boxers had been ruined with his precum, you had discarded them long ago, you rub your hands up and down his cock in painfully fast strokes, it hurt so bad all he could do was sob underneath you and arch up into your touch.

His leaky cock just wouldn't stop leaking, giving you more precum every time you gave his pretty glossed cock a full stroke, you rubbed the tip of his cock repeatedly, rubbing and smearing his sticky precum around the head of his cock, earning a loud whine from him, he was putty in your pretty, manicured hands.

"do you want it, big boy? Does my big strong man need it? Need to cum?~" you tease and coo to him in a baby like voice, with pouty lips, laughing at his reactions to this, he nodded eagerly with little 'yes please's and 'mhm!'s leaving his plump lips that had been chewed to the point its practically numb.

You continued your fast strokes before pulling both your hands away laughing at his body leaning forward for your touch, the sobs and heavy tears that leave his body are genuinely so cute.

He wanted to cum so badly, he needed it! How could you be so cruel!

"please.. please! Let me.. make me cum!! Mommy~..."

He whined with a string of pleas leaving his mouth as he sobs helplessly begging for the release he needed, he could taste, he just needed you to get him there.

Oh?

That's new? And actually, oddly fucking hot, you'd never been called mommy before, you actually fucking liked it.

"what's that, pretty boy?"

He hadn't meant for it to slip! It just did! He felt far too good in the given moment and had to beg for his release which you still haven't graced upon him.

He whined and looked away, you scoff and think, how will you get him to call you mommy again?

Oh, that's right, bargaining!

"alright, midoriya, let's make a deal. You call me mommy again, no, beg for me, whilst calling me mommy, and I'll let you come, promise."

He listened, he liked the way that sounded.

He gulped down hard, look at you with those big die eyes of his, batting away tears threatening to spill from him, as he sighed shakily.

"please... mommy?" Was all he gave, his voice whispered as he looked up at you with tired pleading eyes,he sighed frowning deeply as he was sticky in sweat and his own pre, his cock still twitching and aching, he needed it but he wasn't going to make you give it to him, he truly was a good boy!!

You sighed, satisfied with what he'd given you, and you finally, granted him with the sweet relief of cumming his brains out, which he did, beautifully as he shook and turned and sobbed begging for the sweet release while you stroked his cock in a hurried pace, you were glad you'd given him the sweet and savory release he needed.

"good boy."

Was all you said as he rolled his eyes back and shot thick, white, planks of his hot white cum all over your hands, shirt, and all over his own chest, he always came a lot, so this was expected from him, however you, you hadn't expected there to be this much, and hell he was stilk cumming, little drips of his white seed still spilling from his overstimulated, twitching, cock now softening in you palm as you petted his thick girth it lying limp in your hand.

He sighed in relief, he'd finally cum and was spent, all he wanted now was to cuddle the cause of his explosion of an orgasm.

Which you granted, you hadn't expected to start dating after this, but you'd better believe you'd be meeting like this again. He vowed that he'd bend you over every surface he had to, to get you obsessed and brain dead with his cock, it belonged to you.

..............................................

AN; I feel like this is pretty good, now that I'm for the most part well rested and not in a mood, I think I wrote this well enough! Enjoy babes<33

Taggies!!; @lovelykil, @heromissy, @v3n7s, @lily-sinclair-2006

[matchibee]

Go To Hell

I haven't written any fanfics in so long... consider this my official retirement from retirement!

In other news, i've been rewatching My Hero Academia, I feel the need to crank out some guilty pleasure ideas that've plagued my mind

please consider: Bakugo + Fake Dating, because I can (I will write this for more characters if literally one person asks)

"You're insane."

Never in your life did you think the time would come where you truly believed Katsuki Bakugo to have gone mad. For all his brutish, abrasive outbursts, this was the moment where you truly believed he'd taken a turn for the worst.

"Fuck off," Bakugo dismisses, clicking his tongue. You don't miss the way his gaze avoids your own, the way he seems to speak softer despite the attitude clawing at his throat.

You suddenly realize perhaps this isn't as far-fetched as you'd initially believed. You do your best to meet his gaze, your eyes flickering against his vermilion for only a moment. "Bakugo... You're not seriously taking me up on a joke, are you?"

"Hell no! That's such a dumb idea! Why would I ever fake being your boyfriend of all people!"

His words sting just a bit. You know good and well he doesn't mean it, this is just his personality, the way he deflects as to not let people into the intricacies of his mind. But you've been around the blonde long enough to know exactly what he means, even if he'll never outwardly say it.

You decide to have a bit of fun with it...

Exaggerating exasperation, you lean over the front of your desk. The summer sun glitters against your skin just right, its scorching heat a reminder that graduation is imminent.

"I suppose it's not the worst idea I've ever had... I could ask someone else... I don't wanna embarrass myself after hyping myself up to my aunt, after all..." You hum, tapping your finger against your chin, feigning as though you were surveying the room for options.

You begin listing off the names of potential bachelors. Todoroki, Sato, Kaminari, Sero, Iida...

Your mind settles on an individual in particular, one you know will leave the blonde's skin crawling in disgust.

"Think Midoriya would mind? He's a sweetheart, my family would adore-"

Bakugo responds quicker than your heart can beat.

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

He clicks his tongue again. It's a habit you've grown to expect.

"I'll fake being your shitty boyfriend or whatever, just... Don't even think about asking that idiot..."

You seem to have struck a nerve, and while you should feel bad for manipulating Bakugo's ego, you know he wouldn't hesitate to do the same.

"Really!?" Your relief is palpable, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. "You're amazing, Bakugo, I mean it! I didn't mean for the joke to hold so much meaning but I'm glad it's you!"

"But!" His sudden addition has you taken aback, there's no telling what he'll conjure in that wickedly clever mind of his. "I'm only doing this on one condition."

You fall back into your seat.

"Shoot."

"Why me?"

Out of everything he could've possibly asked, this surely wasn't something you'd considered.

"Why pick me first out of everyone here?"

You suddenly regret every word you'd uttered.

"Do you want my honest answer?"

Of course he did. From the moment the two of you had first grown acquainted your interactions had been built upon a mutual honesty. Bakugo wasn't one to shy away from speaking his mind, and when paired against someone with the same tendency for truthfulness, it was like a match made in heaven.

"You know me better than anyone, Bakugo. It wouldn't make sense for me to ask someone else, not when you're around."

He nods his head. That's all he needed to hear.

The blonde pinches your cheek, amused as you attempt to fight back. "Look at you being all sentimental and shit."

You push his hand away, his warmth like a campfire on an autumn evening. He smells of smoke and ash, the effects of this morning's practical still lingering on his skin.

In a moment of split-second decision making, he takes the hand you used to push him away into his own, fingers entangling as though designed to fit together perfectly. You remain this way for a minute, basking in the way it feels to be this innocently intimate.

"What are you-"

"If we're gonna do this, we might as well get acquainted with the proximity, right? Otherwise they'll see right through our act."

One thing about Bakugo, he'll never do anything half-assed. Any and every task will be given its all.

You do your best to keep the smile from creeping upon your lips, fighting the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

"When's the wedding?" He asks.

"We have a week to get our act together." You respond.

"Couldn't have made this any more last minute, huh?"

In truth, you liked it this way.

Your crush on Bakugo has plagued your mind since the beginning of your second year. At first you'd believed him to be nothing more than an egocentric asshole - not that it mattered much, he'd always treated you as an equal - but as time ticked on you grew to admire him; his drive, determined to vanquish any and all obstacles built before him. It was only natural you'd develop feelings for him. I mean, who hadn't right?

You've had your fair share of run-ins with his secret admirers, students from across the school who wanted a glimpse into the life of the student they both loved and feared.

You remember telling Bakugo about them, their questions, and the visceral reaction he'd had in response to the information.

"They ever corner you like that again, let me know, I'll send them to an early grave."

His words were the very reason you knew not to take this favor lightly. The imminent hero wouldn't willingly align himself with just anyone, regardless of its validity. He'd made a point to surround himself with the best of the best, including you.

"Think we can pull this off?"

You feel as though you've hallucinated the faintest smile on his face, Bakugo's thumb rubbing the back of your hand as though it was instinct.

"You wouldn't have asked me if you had any doubts."

[throwawayhero]

Heyyy idk how to do request this is my first time Lmaoo but I wanted to do the trio (todobakudeku) getting jealous because readers guy friends 😅 I’m not sure if that makes sense but I believe you know what I mean 🤲🏽

It makes complete sense don't worry!! And thank you for sending in a request! A few others have sent some in and I promise that I will get to writing them, it's just difficult to find time these days!! Also mad respect to whoever asked straight up if I could do Bakugou smut, but we'll see ;p

I feel like Shoto!Todoroki would honestly squint a lot when he gets jealous. A scrutinising glare is his version of a resting bitch face when it comes to being possessive. Definitely goes a lot more quiet than usual, which is saying something.

Probably feels a bit guilty about it too. I get the feeling that he'd leave it be until he's neutral and then bring it up. No feelings were ever seriously hurt. He's probably more chill about it than people would think, and I love that for him.

"Are you okay? You went really quiet."

“I’m always quiet.”

Katsuki!Bakugou though... You would definitely notice him being more distant/tense. His jaw is CONSTANTLY clenched and so are his fists. Would poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Definitely snappier than usual which is expected. Does not leave your side. Stares the guy down. His eyebrows are permanently furrowed.

Passive aggressiveness is EVIDENT. I can see him either NEVER bringing it up or immediately bringing it up after the guy leaves. It was definitely a problem in the beginning of the relationship but eventually stops.

"You looked like you were going to punch him."

“He was asking for it.”

Izuku!Midoriya is complicated. I can imagine him walking over and being like "What're you guys talking about?" with a smile on his face. I don't think he'd really express his jealousy in public. Probably thinking shit like "You're overreacting." "They're just friends." You know what I mean? Bro DEFINITELY feels guilty about being jealous.

He probably stands there like how he did in Two Heroes when Melissa and All Might were talking in the beginning of the movie. Holds your hand half way through the conversation because why not? I can imagine him picking at the skin around his fingernails while he stands there. It's a bad habit he picked up in middle school.

“Have you been picking at your nails again?"

“Oh.. I didn't even realise haha!"

[luvseraphh]

hii seraph!! kiss kiss

i saw that u wanna some more request so i was thinking you could do musical headcanons with the mha boys!

so maybe like do what genre of music/artists they listen to and what instruments (if any) you think they’d play, stuff like that. feel free to add anything else you think fits!

ok that’s all i know you’ll do great bye bye ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

omg hi this is so fun ! since u didn't specify which ones i did all the mha boys i write for ! hope this is okay ( ≧ᗜ≦)

contains k. takami , s. aizawa , t. todoroki , t. shigaraki , s. todoroki , i. midoriya , t. iida , e. kirishima , k. bakugo , h. sero , d. kaminari , h. shinso

hawks ⋆˚✿˖°

i feel like he listens to megan thee stallion but that might just be because of the edits i've seen of him to her songs

new jeans !!!!!

he def seems like he'd listen to sabrina carpenter ( me too king )

i don't think he'd have time to learn any instruments because of his role as a hero

but maybe after the war he'd pick something up to pass time !!

if he did i feel like he gives acoustic guitar vibes

aizawa ⋆˚✿˖°

i don't feel like he'd listen to music often

i feel like if he did he'd either listen to lofi or older / chill romance songs

like frank sinatra

but again i don't think he'd listen to music often

he would not know any instruments

i just don't think he'd have much interest in it

dabi ⋆˚✿˖°

he'd listen to emo music and other rock / punk / hardcore music

some examples from the music i listen to include :

custer by slipknot

wolf in sheep's clothing by set it off

hero killer by piercetheskies ( kinda funny cuz it references stain in the song LMAO )

my chemical romance in general

i'm sorry he just gives emo kid vibes so bad

i could see him playing either electric guitar , bass , or drums in a quirkless au ( or maybe all three )

shigaraki ⋆˚✿˖°

he seems like he'd listen to entirely alt music

big mother mother enjoyer

or bo burnam

a lot of the hated artists he would listen to

the more experimental / weird the more he likes it

he seems like he'd know how to play those weird keyboards ??? i think it's called a synth ?????

shoto ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd mostly listen to classical music

like mozart

half because that's what he listened to as he grew up and also half because he just genuinely enjoys it

also the occasional lofi song

but i also don't think he'd listen to music often

i think he'd know how to play classical piano and cello

because his dad made him learn

izuku ⋆˚✿˖°

idk why but he's giving me 2000s white girl club music

like zara larson ( i just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYYYY )

or girly pop kpop groups

or kpop in general

i feel like i could see him being a p1harmony stan

i don't think he'd know any instruments

i feel like he'd want to but he just never got around to learning any

iida ⋆˚✿˖°

another classical music enjoyer

except he just fully enjoys it

i think he'd listen to pop on occasion when his classmates turned it on

but otherwise just classical

i feel like he'd know cello

he just seems like a cello player

kirishima ⋆˚✿˖°

he is definitely a country music enjoyer

that one singing clip of him solidified it for me LMAO

he'd also vibe with pop music, he'd just listen to country more

also gives everyone's recommendations at least one chance

he'd feel so bad if he didn't

i could see him playing some type of guitar !!!

bakugo ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd like rap in public

but behind closed doors

the most girly pop you could ever imagine

like i'm talking chappell roan and sabrina carpenter

he's a closeted swiftie

he canonically plays drums and i feel like that's all he'd play

i think he likes them because he gets to hit something without having repercussions if that makes sense

like it's just a good opportunity to get out his anger safely

sero ⋆˚✿˖°

i genuinely think he listens to everything

like listens to them equally too

and he gives people recommendations all the time and every time they're literally perfect

they'd match the person he gave them to PERFECTLY

i think he'd play acoustic guitar !!!

it just fits his vibe so well ( and it would be so hot )

denki ⋆˚✿˖°

my man DEFINITELY listens to girly pop music

and he has ZERO SHAME about it

he will be screaming the lyrics to twice songs proudly

or dancing to sabrina carpenter with you

like he is a PROUD stan

and he canonically plays electric guitar but unfortunately i don't think he would play anything else

but i don't think he'd be a bad singer

like not great but not bad by any means

shinso ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd listen to chase atlantic

and the neighborhood

solely because he has the same energy as my friend who listens to them

he also listens to similar alternative artists

and can't forget about the emo music !!!

he too is an emo boy and you can't change my mind

i think he'd play bass and he'd be a pretty good singer !!!!

[lexithwrites]

my first ever lil bakudeku so go easy on me (teacher midoriya x pro hero bakugo)

"Okay, I think that's a good place to finish on for now. Oh! And don't forget your hero costumes guys, you have training at Ground Beta with some of the pros next, so please behave and show them respect!" Izuku smiled as his students started to pack up in front of him, ready to get out and use their Quirks after sitting through yet another one of his long, detailed ramblings. 1-B loved their homeroom teacher, they really did, but he didn't always know when to slow down and breathe when he got talking. Plus, they'd get in trouble if he took too much time and kept on talking after the first bell.

"Thank you Mr. Midoriya." A slight girl with deep green skin and a shock of blue hair said to him, standing up from her seat in the first row. Izuku blushed a little, still not entirely used to the compliments he received as a teacher, and nodded at her in thanks.

"O-Of course! Have a good day, Aiko." She nodded back at him then hurried off with her hero costume case to join her friends. Izuku watched them all head out, smiling and waving as they filtered out into the busy corridor, then slumped into his chair with a deep sigh, tugging at his tie a little. He still got anxious that he wasn't doing his best at UA as a teacher, even though Mr. Aizawa always gave him nothing but praise. Well, Izuku supposed it was just Shota now, since they were no longer student and teacher themselves but now colleagues.

Izuku tilted his head to look at where his hand was laid flat on his desk. He flexed it, watching his scars gently move as he did so, and chewed on his lower lip. He missed it, that little crackle of energy in his veins from One For All. Sometimes...sometimes he wished he could see that green lightning again, but he'd shake his head and try to forget. He couldn't focus on that anymore, he had much more important things to do. Like grade papers. He groaned, loudly. "How did Mr. Aizawa do this every day?"

"No clue, since he had me to deal with." Izuku jumped in his seat and turned his head towards that oh so familiar voice. Katsuki, or Pro Hero Dynamight since he was currently wearing the costume, was leaning on his shoulder in the doorway of the classroom; arms folded and a smirk on his lips. Izuku's eyes widened and he rushed over to him, tugging him inside before hastily shutting the door.

"What are you doing here?! Did the kids see you?"

"Nah, they'd probably beg for my autograph if they did. Or run in the opposite direction." Katsuki smiled and Izuku relaxed a little. "Aizawa asked me, I'm training with them, Mirko and Jeanist today."

"You didn't tell me that!" Izuku huffed, poking Katsuki's shoulder with a frown. "Why not?"

"Thought I'd surprise you, and I'm glad I did. You look tense as hell. Bad homeroom?"

"No." Izuku sighed and walked over to his desk again to lean on the edge. "I just...I was talking too much again."

"You say that like you hate talking, I usually can't get you to shut up." Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Did one of the kids say something?"

"No." There was a pause. "I could tell they were bored."

"Who cares? We were bored during most of Aizawa's shitty presentations and he knew that, don't take any notice of 'em. They're idiots."

"Kacchan, they're teenagers."

"Exactly, we were idiots at their age too." Katsuki snorted and walked over to where Izuku was leaning, a hand going to his waist on instinct. Once he realised what was happening, Izuku peered over Katsuki's broad shoulders to the door and swallowed.

"No one saw you?" He asked again and Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Kacchan."

"I was quiet as a mouse, like I always am." He teased, squeezing Izuku's hip in a way that made him shiver. Izuku cleared his throat.

"Training isn't for another hour or so, you came early."

"Mhm." Katsuki's eyes weren't on Izuku's, they were lower down. Focused on his lips.

"You were lucky you didn't get seen by the students, they'd freak out if they saw a top five hero at UA just walking around."

"I didn't just come here for them, dumbass." Katsuki leaned a little closer, trapping Izuku between him and the desk. Naturally, Izuku spread his legs to accommodate him, and Katsuki hummed. "You'll come watch me train them, right?"

"Course I will. I wouldn't miss it." His hands went to Katsuki's biceps, resisting the urge to squeeze them, feel the muscle under his fingers. "We barely have an hour—"

"There's a lot we can do in an hour." Katsuki whispered, nose brushing Izuku's before moving to his cheek, then his jaw. "Thought this was one of your freaky fantasies?"

"I—" Izuku stumbled with his words, feeling Katsuki grin against his flushed, burning hot skin. "I was drunk when I said that! I didn't mean it!"

"Sure you didn't." He snorted and then gently grazed his lips over Izuku's pulse point. "No one's gonna come in here, are they? They're all getting ready. Come on, we have a little time."

Izuku pushed on his chest so he could see his face, and noticed how hot and bothered Katsuki looked. Izuku felt his chest bloom with emotion, with love, and he smiled. Knowing he could make Katsuki feel good, even just from this, made him feel proud. "Just kissing." Katsuki groaned but Izuku poked his cheek. "Just kissing."

"Fine. What about on your lunch break later?"

"You're insatiable!"

"I've got you," Katsuki scoffed, as if it were obvious. "Of course I am." Izuku just smiled and pulled him down against his lips.

Maybe a little more than kissing wouldn't hurt...

[bugs1nmybrain]

Symbol of Safety - abused Shigaraki x fem reader

Notes: HI. It's been some time since I've written a fic. This could be messy and uncoordinated.

Warning: MINORS DON'T INTERACT | CSA mentions! Don't read if you're sensitive to those topics. Reader and Tomura both have csa trauma. Substance use (cigarettes and weed). Other than that, no direct nsfw. Angsty fluff, kinda.

Also, alternate ending to MHA where Tomura lives and breathes!!

Tomura felt as though he was locked into a new world, he often felt unreal anymore. He was supposed to die that day. Somehow, he woke up in a prison hospital, gasping for life, instinctively wanting to break out. Then he remembered you.

Midoriya had his uses. With the notion that AFO had been manipulating Tomura, despite much of it being out of his own hand, Tomura was able to get out in 4 months with good behavior, plea of insanity, and Midoriya vouching for him. That came with conditions, Tomura and the rest of the League now lived in a supervised group home that specialized in trauma treatment. Tomura can't say that he loves this option, but at this point, he knew what heroes would do. He felt like a poser.

But now, he had one thing that kept him going, one thing that he wanted to live for. You. Call it cheesy or codependent, he didn't give a fuck. He still harbored a lot of hate and even through counseling and the psychiatrists throwing him on a mood stabilizer, you were his ultimate medicine. He felt so docile with you, no need for hate. He loved you, so fucking much.

He walked into his designated room after a long day, kicked off his shoes, and looked at the beautiful person lying in his bed. It's like he transcended whenever he was with you. Though...he questioned how and why you got in his apartment. Even you weren't above breaking the rules, though, he loved that about you.

Stepping slowly toward your form, he gently petted your hair, loving it's texture. You felt so real, yet so imaginary. He was guilty about the idea of risking you losing the man you knew him as, he wanted to be that for you. To protect you with everything he had in him. You woke instantly at the touch of his specially made gloves, purring at the sight of him.

"Hi", Tomura greeted your sleepy face with a little smile.

"Hey, Tomu~."

"Whatcha doing here?"

"Dabi let me in...I smoked a bowl and fell asleep. Your bed is comfy."

"Yea? I think you just missed me."

"Duh."

Tomura snickered at your feisty response. He loved that too. A perfect combination of sweet, sassy, and beautifully broken. Though, he wasn't sure if admiring that "beautifully broken" bit was very nice of him. It wasn't that he wanted to take advantage, he hated the very thought, or the people at the hero rallies that accused him of manipulating you and being some creep when they discovered the big, bad Shigaraki had a girlfriend. Sometimes he'd gaslight himself into believing them, but he couldn't reject you no matter how much he "should."

He sat down next to you, scooting close and enjoying the warmth you gave his cold heart.

"I had a nightmare," you said abruptly.

"Huh?" Tomura seemed confused, considering your adoring face when he woke you. "What about?"

You froze, feeling disgusted just mentioning anything. You'd buried this past so much, refusing to even believe it at times. Tomura knew, you told him long ago, but it didn't change the hate it gave you.

"About them. My past. The past."

Tomura knew exactly what you were talking about. He was angry about that so much, he wanted to fucking kill everyone who'd ever hurt you. Though, he took an oath to refrain from that murderous urge and he took his own oath to never let you be alone again.

Instead, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around you. Protecting your soul from monsters that took advantage of you. Sure, he may be a monster to the general public, but to you...he was a hero. Someone who allowed you to exist.

Tomura had his own trauma of that nature. He remembered the first time, in an alley, his master encouraged him to hurt them back. Giving him the hands that lied in his shoulders and torso. But his master was far from innocent in this. Tomura was conflicted and confused beyond belief. He mistook his master's attention for love many times. During those moments AFO would call him the sweetest names and affirm him, "my dear boy, you don't need to hold back what you know feels right." Made him feel important, treasured. Only to rip away his being, his mind and his body, used like trash.

AFO took advantage of Tomura's fear more than anything. It's evident now that he never loved him, he was a puppet.

It wasn't until he met you that he figured out what could be love. A satisfying, loving feeling. You two were both broken, yet you fit so well. He wanted to show you that you could be loved and cared about in the ways others have turned you into a mere object. You two got rather...hot and bothered for sure...but there was no denying how much you loved each other in those moments. You were both healing.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, it isn't. You shouldn't have ever been through that. No one protected you. I will. I'll never let anyone hurt you, ever the fuck again."

"Sshh...please, don't." Shigaraki held you tight, never wanting to let you go. "You did everything you knew, I know that. Spinner said the same thing. But he, he would've hurt you. I can't even imagine how, but he's gone. Dead. I don't even...understand. Like...a part of me mourns him. But he was fucking, dangerous!! Who knows what he would've done to you, Y/N, he used you against me so much that I don't doubt you would've been a Nomu by now, or worse. I couldn't live with that. DON'T feel bad. Please. Just stay here.., please don't leave."

"I feel like I deserved it. I couldn't..."you began choking up. Tomura almost looked furious at your self destructive language. "I couldn't protect you. You almost died. I wanted to do something, I didn't-"

You looked at Tomura, he was shaking, tearful. He didn't cry often anymore, but he felt safe with you. He did feel protected because you didn't shame him, you didn't run away or reject him even after all of that.

He felt genuinely loved for the first time in his broken life. You mended him, without conditions.

"I love you, Tomura," you collapsed in his arms, sobbing while holding him like you'd never see him again. He held you back, savoring every bit of your form. He tilted your face up, using his fingers to wipe away your tears.

"Don't cry.." he said, choking himself. "You don't deserve to cry, you never deserved any of it. I'll keep you safe for the rest of your life, I promise."

"I want to keep you safe, too."

Tomura smiled at that, he knew you were genuine. He was so lucky.

"I love you, too, Y/n. I'm sorry I didn't say that quicker. Can we like...forget about this stuff for a bit? We can stay up all night, play games or something, you know. I can carry you in League," he smiled cockily, burying his face into your neck, savoring your scent and softness.

"I'd love that."

"You can even sit in my lap, if you want." He smirked playfully with a hint of pink on his cheeks.

You nodded, blushing up a storm at the thought. You appreciated Shigaraki's urgency to devote time to you. Ironic, how a worldwide threat was actually the sweetest boy you've known. He was your symbol, you were his.

"C'mon then, I got you. I'll get your cigs, we'll have fun."

"Ok, Tomu~"

"Can...you call me Tenko? Just for tonight."

"Of course I can, Ten. I love you."

"I love you, too. More than you'll ever know."

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Quirk Swap x Neighborhood Vampire: Okay so, saw this crossover suggested a while back (with Izuku unconsciously stealing Himiko's Quirk when she goes feral from hunger when trying to defend himself only to end up attacking and draining her blood), and I had some thoughts about that combo:

Unlike the Toga's, Inko would not rest until she had found her son.

Himiko would absolutely blame herself for getting Izuku into this mess (even though she had only attacked him because her survival instincts kicked in after being starved of the blood she needs for who knows how long, while Izuku himself also can't be blamed because he was going on autopilot and wasn't intending to use the Quirk he didn't know he had on her).

Unlike base Neighborhood Vampire, Inko would probably have an easier time consciously recognizing that Himiko isn't at fault for what happened, given that she didn't put her son in the hospital (and in fact was hospitalized in his place).

Bakugo, if he ever learns exactly what happened, would realize how incredibly lucky he is that nothing he ever did to Midoriya was bad enough to trigger the fight half of his fight or flight instinct, because I don't think he'd enjoy losing his Quirk.

What I'm saying is that Bakugo is the comic relief.

Yeah that all checks out

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow but fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter five: the test exercises are finally here.

Chapter links

With the written tests completed, the test exercise was finally commencing. It was revealed that the test exercise was for two students to go up against one of the U.A. teachers.

Katsuki had stormed off practically as soon as he was told his partner was Izuku. You watched as he walked off and Izuku's face fell. It was clear Izuku would have liked to strategize with him especially given that they were paired against All Might.

You weren't exactly shocked that even those circumstances didn't persuade Katsuki to talk to Izuku. The rest of the class seemed to just pass off Katsuki as hating Izuku and being a bully, which wasn't exactly wrong. However, it was painfully obvious to you that things ran even deeper than that.

Katsuki didn't just simply hate Izuku, there was something about Izuku that triggered Katsuki's own insecurities. As if Izuku being a good hero would make Katsuki less of one. You couldn't really understand why though. What was it about Izuku that triggered those insecurities so deeply with Katsuki?

Even more, it baffled you that Katsuki clearly had so much he wanted to prove to himself. He was already an amazing hero and you all had only been at U.A. for just a few months. Could he not see how everyone else looked at him in awe? Sure fear and disdain too, but the admiration and passion he sparked in everyone else by far outweighed the negatives.

After strategizing with your own partner you decided to walk over to check on him.

"How are you doing?" You asked, approaching Katsuki.

"How the hell do you think? Out of everyone I could have been paired with I get stuck with that fucking loser," He barked, still agitated at the pairing.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say something like that," You laughed.

"Then why even bother coming over to annoy me?" He asked.

You tried to ignore his signature attitude and get to the point before he stormed off again.

"Well, Aizawa said they picked these match-ups for various reasons. Including interpersonal relationships. I think there's a clear reason they paired you with Midoriya. They want to see if you both can push aside whatever this bad blood is for the sake of taking down a villain. As much as you hate it, imagine if you and Midoriya did have to work together on a mission as pros one day."

"Don't you think I figured that shit out already? I'm not dumb."

"Then what are you doing sitting here and not strategizing with him? You two have the toughest teacher," You responded.

"I'm going to show them that I don't need to work with that nerd ever. I'll take care of it myself," He grumbled.

"You'll take care of All Might... by yourself. I thought you just said you weren't dumb?" You replied, pushing out the rest of his patience.

"I said I'd handle it! Why the fuck are you here trying to help me anyway," He yelled and shoulder-checked you as he left. Even though he'd never admit it, he knew you were right, but it was going to take a beat down from All Might before he'd admit it to himself.

Inevitably, the match between the two boys and All Might had left them in bad condition. You couldn't help but feel a bit proud of Katsuki while watching the match. Even though it pained him he did work with Izuku in the test even letting him use one of his gauntlets. This of course only happened after he tried to take on All Might single-handedly with no success. However, you knew how hard that was for him and after seeing how fiercely he fought in the exercise you felt you had to visit him.

A few other students were crowded around Recovery Girl's door waiting to hear about others who had gotten hurt in their matches. You sat on the floor while you waited for Recovery Girl to come out and announce it was okay for everyone to come in and visit Katsuki and Izuku.

The hall was filled with echoing voices of students talking about their own matches mixed in with anxious comments about those who were hurt. You noticed quite a few students were here to see Izuku. Finally, Recover Girl came out announcing that Izuku was awake and well enough to have visitors, however, Katsuki was still knocked out and not likely to wake up for a while. At that news, you grabbed your stuff and left. A few classmates noticed your swift exit but didn't call after you, as they were too anxious to get in and talk to Izuku.

Some time later you decided to try and visit him again. This time you found he was awake and able to have visitors.

"You look like crap," You said walking next to his bed.

"You came here just to tell me that?"

"No, I came to say... that I'm proud of you. I know it wasn't easy for you to work as a team with Midoryia but you did it," You replied. Katsuki's face scrunched up and he seemed to wince internally at your comment.

"Shut the hell up I don't want to hear that shit from you. Just go back to saying I look like crap or get out," He said, turning his gaze from you to the ceiling.

You couldn't help but laugh. Even though he had done it and overcame his pride for just a bit to work with Izuku his resentment toward him was not letting up.

"Well, you do look like crap. All Might beat the shit out of you... but you weren't ever going to give up and that's pretty admirable. Glad you're feeling better," You said and left the room.

Katsuki’s eyes widened at your short-lived praise. It was praise that came with no judgment attached, unlike the feedback he had gotten since starting U.A. You didn’t tell him anything he did wrong or could have done differently. You didn’t berate him for not getting over his pride sooner or being too mean. You only focused on the positives and that wasn’t something he or anyone else around him did.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse233 @maddietries

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Thinking about if Bakugou got a different best friend after Midoriya was diagnosed as quirkless.

Some random kid had transferred to his primary school in the middle of the year and instantly became friends with everyone. Except Bakugou.

Bakugou hated them with a burning passion. All because they were friends with useless Izuku. In little Katsuki's eyes, they were a pathetic deku just like Izuku.

Not to mention they had a cool quirk that everyone at school praised them for. All of that attention that had been on him was now on them.

And he hated them for it.

They were the polar opposite of Katsuki, so people liked them more than they did him. They were nice while he was rude, helpful while he was a bully, considerate while he couldn't care less.

Hell, they were even nice to him. They said hi to him every morning. Shared their snacks with him.

And that just pissed him off more.

So one day during recess, he sought them out.

"You're really stupid, y'know? No even actually likes you." He scoffed at them.

"Yea, they do. Everyone says I'm nice to be around." They didn't even flinch. Pretty confident for a six year old.

"No you aren't! You're ugly and...you smell bad! I'm a thousand times better than you!" He declared, smirking while he put his hands on his hips, proud of himself.

"Yeah, you are."

Huh?

"You're really cool and strong. And your quirk is sooo awesome!" They grinned.

"I-....it... Of course it is! It's the awesome-ist. Like me."

He certainly never expected to become their friend.

"It's not that difficult! Kat-su-ki," He said, elongating the pronunciation of his name.

"Kat-su-ski," Another failed attempt on their end.

They just can't get it right! It's just a name, what's so difficult about that?

"No! Say it with me, kat,"

"kat,"

"su,"

"su,"

"ki!"

"ki."

"Now say it all together! Katsuki."

"Kazushi."

"Damn it!"

"That's a bad word."

They watched Katsuki's eye twitch in annoyance, his frustration evident.

"Can't I just call you Kacchan? That's what Izuku and your other friends call you, right?" The six year old suggested.

Already tired of trying, he huffed.

"Fine, whatever."

The other child smiled at him.

"okay Kacchan! I'll call you Kacchan."

"Don't be obnoxious about it!" He growled.

"sorry Kacchan. What does obnauseus mean?"

The boy shrugged.

"I dunno. It's what my mom calls me when I annoy her."

The two of them became bound at the hip. Anywhere he went, they followed. Anytime he did something cool or impressive, they were the first to praise him for it.

As they got older they got closer. They shared things with each other that they wouldn't dare to tell anyone else.

But soon they were teenagers. And teenagers suck.

While Katsuki never changed, always remaining the same egotistical jackass, they grew up.

They started to realize that the way Katsuki treated other people wasn't okay. Especially the way he treated Izuku.

So, when they were fourteen, Katsuki's friend finally confronted him.

"You can't just treat him that way, he's a human being Suki."

"Like I give a fuck! He's a worthless nobody who's better off dead."

They couldn't believe it took them so long to realize how messed up Katsuki was.

"Just because you think he's looking down on you doesn't mean you get to make his life hell!"

"The hell it doesn't! He's a pathetic Deku and he needs to know his place!"

They ended up ignoring him.

For days, weeks, and eventually months.

They didn't so much as spare him a glance.

And it hurt. So bad.

He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he missed them. So fucking much.

His best friend, the only person he truly trusted, hated him. Or at least that's what he thought.

He tried to get over it. To convince himself that they weren't worth it. That he hated them. But he didn't. He couldn't ever hate them.

He became quieter. Less eager to yell about how much better than everyone he was. Whenever anyone commented on his change in behavior he snapped. He'd yell and curse, just like normal. But it wasn't normal.

Not without them.

He pushed through the months leading up to the UA entrance exam. Ignoring everyone and everything except his schoolwork and his training. He even took it easy on Deku.

And then he got it. The acceptance letter.

His first thought upon hearing he had been accepted into his dream school was to rush and tell them. But then he remembered.

That night he had another nightmare. That sludge incident was months ago, before they started ignoring him. But the trauma from it was still present. He had almost died. And when he jolted awake, clutching at his throat as he gasped for air, he reached for his phone to call them. Just like he always does when he has a nightmare. But then he remembered.

And he threw his phone across the room.

It was another few months before he saw them again. He had fought real villains with his class. He found out Deku had a quirk. All without them.

But then the Sports Festival came up.

He looked forward to showing off his badass skills and winning this damn thing. That's all he was thinking about as other classes started to spill into the arena. And that's when he saw them.

In a UA gym uniform, standing next to some extras as Present Mic announced their class.

"AND FROM THE SUPPORT COURSE WE HAVE CLASS 1-H!"

He could've sworn that his heart stopped right then.

They looked the same. Maybe a bit taller, a bit more confident. But they were the same.

He had nearly forgotten their dream. To become the best inventor and support item creator in Japan. And it all started with them getting into UA's support course.

That's a lie. He never forgot. He just didn't want to get his hopes up that he might see them again at school. At the school they both had been dreaming about attending since they were little.

At the school they had dreamt of attending together.

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Katsuki pretended that he never saw them. Throughout the whole sports festival he didn't so much as spare them a glance.

Because he knew if he did he might cry. Not like he'd ever admit that.

He just set his sights on winning. Like he always does.

And maybe during his last fight with Todoroki all of his frustration just crept up and made him lose it.

He was just so fucking mad. That damn icy-hot wouldn't use his full power when fighting him. That they were here and he still couldn't talk to them. That icy-hot used his power against Deku, but didn't find Katsuki worthy enough to use it against him too. That they still hadn't stopped ignoring him.

Even as he was awarded the first place medal by his idol, he was still so fucking mad. He didn't even blame the teachers for putting a goddamn muzzle on him.

After the event was over and everyone started leaving, Katsuki ignored all of his classmates attempts to congratulate him. He just had to find them. He had to talk to them.

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To think after all these years they still took the same route. They lived in a different neighborhood than Katsuki, but he still vividly remembers going out of his way to walk them home after school.

And now here they are, using the same route to get back home after the festival.

It took Katsuki a while to catch up to them, it seemed they had left the second the Sports Festival ended.

Now, he's speed walking only about twenty feet behind them as they turn into an alleyway. Their secret shortcut.

"Hey! Dumbass!"

They freeze.

Katsuki turns into the alley, only about twelve feet behind them now.

"....Hey...."

They mutter in response, not even glancing behind to see him.

Shit. What does he do? He was so desperate to talk to them that he didn't even think of what to say. There's a million things he wants to say.

Katsuki hesitates.

"So now you finally talk to me, huh?"

His voice feels foreign on his tongue. His normally loud and confident tone is gone, replaced with a small and dejected version of itself.

They don't say anything, still refusing to turn and look at him.

Then a thought hits Katsuki.

Are they looking down on him?

Do they think he's pathetic or something? Why else would they have ignored him for so damn long?

All of Katsuki's insecurities bubble to the surface, now mixed in with the added pain that the one person he trusted thinks he's weak.

"You're just like Deku. Always looking down on me. You think I'm too fucking weak for you, is that it!?"

Silence.

"What? D'you think I'm so fucking pathetic that you can't even look at me?!"

Katsuki's hands clench into fists, his teeth gritting as he blinks away tears that threaten to fill his eyes.

"Ten months. Almost a full goddamn year that you've ignored me! Just fucking talk!!"

Katsuki was so focused on his anger and restrained sadness that he didn't even realize they had turned around. It wasn't until their fist connected with his jaw that he realized they had closed the distance between them.

It took Katsuki a second to comprehend what happened, but the moment he did, he lunged.

He shoved them against the cement wall harshly, returning their punch with his own.

They grunted in pain before retaliating. Their fist connected with Katsuki's stomach in a brutal blow, momentarily knocking the wind out of him.

And before they knew it, they were brawling in the middle of that alleyway.

No quirks were used. Just raw, unadulterated rage-filled punches and kicks delivered by two emotionally unavailable teenagers.

At some point Katsuki kneed them in the stomach and they turned around, gripped his hair and banged his face against their knee.

Then finally, with Katsuki's nose broken and bleeding, and their lip busted and face already swelling, they sunk down to the ground.

Both leaning against opposite walls in the alley, they panted.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes as they licked their wounds, but then;

"...Sorry for ignoring you like a coward."

A long beat of silence stretched between them before Katsuki shoved aside his pride.

"....Sorry for being a dick..."

And despite the quiet that followed, filled only by their own breathing, they both felt more content than they have in months.

Eventually, Katsuki looked over at them, watching as they prodded their busted lip with their tongue.

"Your lip okay?"

"Definitely gonna bruise."

They looked up at Katsuki.

"How's your nose?"

Katsuki scoffed.

"Fucking hurts."

They grinned at that, followed by a chuckle.

"Aw, poor baby."

"Fuck off!"

After another moment of quiet, they stood up and walked a few steps over before kneeling beside Katsuki.

"Let me look at it."

Without much thought, Katsuki tilted his chin and allowed them to gently touch and examine his bleeding nose.

It's so familiar. Nostalgic, even. Them looking over his injuries to make sure he's okay.

They've been doing it since they were kids. Always checking on any particularly bad scratches or bruises Katsuki got from whatever fight he had been in.

"It's just fractured. You should be fine. But you should definitely ice your head, looks like it's swelling."

They hummed softly in thought, just like they always do.

"Tch, shit, nevermind. That's just your face."

They add, looking over his face before tutting.

"Oh, shut the fuck up!"

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[viburnt]

Midoriya I.|| Childhood promises

Type: Headcanons+Snippet

Genre: Fluff

Characters involved: Midoriya Izuku (main)/Uraraka Ochaco (secondary on the reading bite)

Prompt: As kids, Izuku gifted you a plastic ring and told you he'd marry you in the future. Now it's a recurrent joke to call each other fiancé.

• It happened when Izuku was 7; the street fair was nearby and his mom had given him some money to spend with you on treats and games. He was so excited, his hand timidly holding yours as the hanging lights guided your way

• One of the stands had caught his attention: it was a lucky duck pond, one of those games where you need to catch two different rubber duckies with the same number to win. 3 chances, no skills involved.

• “Do you think if we get our lucky charms together, we could win a prize?” The lucky charms in question were an All Might collectible card and a snail shell you found at the park.

• The freckled boy was enthusiastic about it, confidently paying the old man running the game a couple of silver coins to play. His hands gently lowered the small fishnet provided to play. First number: 3.

• Izuku could hear you rooting for him by his side. All he had to do was get another one like that. Sticking his tongue out, praying to his All Might card, he sank the net once more. Second number: 9.

• He felt like crying.

• You patted his hand in a comforting way, threatening the nearby kids who mocked him. “Hey, let me try!”

• The result was the same, sadly. However, the old man was touched by you two that he gave out a consolation prize to lift your spirits. It was a plastic jewelry set: a silver crown, a magic wand and a couple of rings.

• The path back home didn't feel so bad after that.

• “At least the rings are pretty, do you think we could wear them at school?” You said, making Midoriya think. “But aren't matching rings for marriage? My mom says so.”

• After a brief silence, Izuku's green eyes lit up, feeling a slight wave of nervousness as the words rolled out of his mouth. “Then I'll marry you! W-we can wear them until we grow up and then get m-married!”

• Your face felt warm as you heard him speak, feeling his hand eagerly placing the silver ring on your left hand.

• Ever since, neither of you take the plastic piece off, even if it's old and the colors washed out. Not to mention that the whenever you see each other, the word “Fiancé/Fiancée” rolls out of your mouths.

—Hi! If you have a moment, I'm looking for a person. Do you think you can help me?

Ochako heard with attention as you spoke, tilting his head at the style you sported. Compared to the gray uniform and green tie U.A students wore, your clothes were more of an Eastern streetwear.

—Uh, sure thing! Who are you looking for?— The brunette said with a sympathetic smile. —Are they from 1st year or 2nd?

—Izuku Midoriya, 1st year!— The name popped out of your mouth, catching Uraraka's interest.

—Really? He is from my class! I'll take you there.— She offered, making you feel relieved. —Are you from his family or something? I don't think he mentioned any siblings or cousins.

You snorted a little, deciding to play a little with the round-faced girl.

—He is my fiancé! I came to visit him.

The way Ochako's jaw dropped almost had you rolling on the floor laughing, but for the sake of your little joke, you kept a straight face.

—Fiancé?— Her voice stuttered. You nodded, showing off the little plastic ring you always carried. —Since when? How did that happen?

You tapped on your chin as if thinking.

—Since kids, we promised each other. We'll be hitting it off as soon as he graduates.

Uraraka couldn't hide her shock.

—Oh, there you are! I see you've met one of my classmates already.— Izuku's voice popped in, joining the conversation as he walked towards you. —Did you have trouble finding the classroom building?

Ochako's finger pointed at him and then to you. It didn't take much for Midoriya to connect the dots.

—You just had to tell her, didn't you?— He muttered, eyeing you with an embarrassed face. — Uraraka, let me explain…

—Wanna come to the wedding?

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[neonscandal]

What are your bakudeku fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them?

Okie, so I may have done a few head canons like this (and forgot to link the last five in the SatoSugu ask just like this... also the alternating colors was admittedly gratuitous but I'm not changing it now. Just know that I have regrets.). Maybe even drafted some moments like this but let's light this BBQ anyway. 💥

Horikoshi truly doesn't get enough credit for how perfect this panel and subsequent animation was. It's actually hysterical? Earnest Deku and Little Shit Kacchan. It's so them, I can't even.

HEAD CANONS

The Bakugo's are the Have's and the Midoriya's are the Have Not's but Mitsuki and Inko are so close that the boys never really knew the difference. Mitsuki helps Inko out where she can which is why Deku is a staple in their house growing up (free childcare for Inko and necessary socialization for her brat, Katsuki). You should see their childhood photo albums, they are both equally as embedded in one anothers' family histories.

When the boys first came to understand their economic differences, it was because of the disparity between their All Might merch collections and Bakugo realized it long before Midoriya. Subsequently, he staved off this epiphany by making it a point to always ask for "one for Izuku" until they fell out which Mitsuki obliged generously and proudly, knowing their relationship was precious but also a good influence on her gremlin.

I say they fell out but.. they didn't. Not in the ways that mattered. Bakugo is as big a nerd as Midoriya, he just has the sense to be more lowkey about it. Even when Bakugo was being a bully, he'd begrudgingly ask Midoriya (if Midoriya didn't ask first) to any midnight releases of All Might/hero movies and merch drops. They absolutely are the kind of dorks to camp out for limited release stuff. It's a lifelong tradition. Even if things went back to normal at school the next day, they still had that in common and both knew not to bring it up otherwise to maintain the balance of their twisted relationship otherwise. It's why, even after all this time, they're still so in sync. Also, by that point, the "one for Izuku" custom is so deeply ingrained that Mitsuki does it anyway. The turnover between Bakugo to Midoriya is so begrudging and awkward. All unspoken but a deeply rooted fact of their relationship.

Bakugo absolutely got them lost in the forest once. I think he took that fear and pivoted it into a refusal to ever be scared in nature again which is why he persistently enjoys the outdoors so much. It feels like revenge every time he comes back from a hike.

They made a blood oath to never tell anyone about how Mitsuki used them as drop in models for the Bakugo child clothing line because there was at least one season where they both modeled girls' clothes (Midoriya doesn't really care but Bakugo does). It's not that Bakugo cares or takes issue with a persons' gender, orientation or expression. He knows clothes don't define a person, he's confident and masculine either way and he knows he'd be the best looking person in a dress. He does, however, take issue with the fact that the hag likes to coo and lord the pictures over him because he was incredibly and disarmingly cute (which he acknowledges as "damn right" but despises the principle of the matter wherein his mom has anything over him).

Class 1A all notice the weird tension between the fire kid and the brittle boned dude who looks like he's never slept but just... awkwardly avoid it because they're just as emotionally underdeveloped as these two idiots. I also kinda think the confrontation between the two isn't always as bad as Midoriya's narration suggests because, I would hope in a class of hero students, someone would have intervened? But everyone picked up, day one, that they're just little weirdos and let them do their own thing.

In fact, no one finds Bakugo as intimidating as Midoriya does. Literally, no one. He's loud but compliant with a self-imposed bed time. His words are violent but his hands are skilled and intentional, never reflecting the carnage he threatens. Plus, he's a big ole dork! They know he's all bark and that's why people don't react to his rampaging (based in canon if you look at the provisional license exam, culture festival, Christmas, and Deku's secret training with Tsu, Ochaco and Sero). He used to be really bothered by Class 1A's lack of reaction to his yelling. They just kinda manhandle him to put him in his place and keep it pushing (again, see also Christmas episode and culture festival arcs). But now he accepts it as they accept him and he doesn't feel the need to be so abrasive and put up as many walls.

Midoriya, of course, notices this transition. Hyper fixated on it in fact. While he's super happy that Kacchan is settling in and finding his peace, he resents (but only a teeeeny tiny little bit) Kirishima in particular thinking this change is because of their friendship which he covets. He doesn't comprehend his own impact on or inspiration for this change, however. He never gives himself enough credit.

When Midoriya went all Dark Deku, Bakugo spent exactly one day a la Bella in Twilight sitting forlorn and waiting in the dark for the idiot to return. After the first 24, he pulled his Hermione pants on and got to work on the plan of recapturing the nerd by any means necessary.

Without spoilers, Bakugo's prized possession is the All Might card they both have because AM remains to be the pinnacle for everything Bakugo hopes to accomplish. But Midoriya's prized possession and the thing he hid before everyone did room tours at Heights Alliance is a picture of him and Bakugo. No fanfare, no merch, just a picture of the two of them with a smile that goes cheek to cheek. It's what gives him strength and resolve to keep moving forward. Aoyama's totally seen it.

Midoriya knows why Bakugo goes to bed at 8:30PM. Yes, he's a sleepy little guy. But also yes, this is his private time to read his shojo romance mangas in peace. ✨ Midoriya stays abreast of his favorite stories waiting for an inevitable "!!!" text when something big happens because Bakugo can't download his... excitement? confusion? joy? with anyone else. (Technically, Kirishima is also aware of this habit, quite by accident, but Bakugo would never tell Midoriya that).

Doesn't seem like it but Bakugo totally spoils Midoriya. It's masked in the harsh way he tends to package everything but he makes it a point to always cook for him, he's really weirdly thoughtful about gifts (no special occasion required but he'll shove it in the nerd's chest), he nags to make sure Midoriya is taking care of himself, etc. When Midoriya falls asleep in random places, Bakugo is the one who covers him with a blanket, quiets the surrounding extras down and leaves him with an excruciatingly gentle thumb across his freckles.

Bakugo pays rapt attention to Midoriya's muttering. Generally, he's interested in the subject matter because he's also an overly analytical fanboy. But also, his attention will sometimes drift from appreciating Midoriya's face and fall to his lips. This is when he gets flustered and "loses his temper". Really, he's worried he got caught lacking and is pissed at himself. It'll happen again and again.

MOMENTS

Much longer series thats focused basically on their relationship so these aren't really moment moments but rather... pieces of the story.

Better in the manga, but Midoriya running into the slime villain fray was just... so momentous. Even before knowing it's impact, it was it was just so chest fluttering. Through and through, that kid has always been a hero. Quirk or not.

In retrospect, everything about the sports festival makes me want to swallow a throw pillow. From Bakugo starting to warm up to people, Bakugo being an eavesdropping little shit, Midoriya (and Aizawa) explaining Kacchan to onlookers, Bakugo unwilling to accept victory. So much of their individual personalities are laid bare but still, that unavoidable link to one another.

I hated the exam against All Might, too much tension/confrontation. But I loved when Bakugo took a hit meant for Midoriya and Midoriya subsequently powered up to sideline All Might AND recapture Bakugo's unconscious body. So on brand for them.

Midoriya still having a psychic connection with Bakugo's enigmatic ass in Kamino by sending Kirishima in for the rescue. I know that burned him up but he's so used to sacrifice.

Generally, every time Kacchan inspired the unlock of another OFA quirk because let's be so for real. Midoriya is Captain Save a Hoe when it comes to Bakugo and even simply Bakugo's honor. Like Bakugo can't defend himself.

Super Secret All Might Meeting in the gif above. It's just so comical, how different they are, but deep down they're so similar.

Dinner at the Todoroki's because that, too, was just so comical. You mean to tell me Bakugo can be considerate? He has manners? He's not always feral!?

First Shiggy Showdown, Bakugo's hero origin story revolving around his body moving to defend Midoriya just like Midoriya's revolved around him.

Bakugo risking further injury and limb to see Midoriya because that's the first thing on his mind as soon as he opened his eyes.

Super Secret All Might Training (with Tsu, Ochaco and Sero). The fact that Bakugo comes to terms with how shitty he's been but also that he cares so much about Midoriya that he can come to terms with the fact that his idol may be withholding stuff that could negatively impact his childhood friend. That reckoning when Midoriya still struggles to not put All Might on a pedestal is peak overprotective Bakugo.

Bakugo putting on his tie properly to appeal to Nezu and Endeavor about bringing Deku back in and how, just as Midoriya can speak to Bakugo's inner workings, Bakugo can speak to Midoriya's. Which is hilarious considering how they're both still pretty dense.

THE APOLOGY. No notes. Just kidding, one amendment. The apology followed by the forced bath of city rat smelling Deku, group project edition.

⚠️ Spoiler Warning through MHA Chapter 411.

The moment Bakugo takes the field against Shigaraki. He tells Best Jeanist to watch over everyone, as he knows he'll be abdicating that role, and he thinks about Midoriya. Which we now know he's been doing this whole time!?

Volume 29 manga cover.

Just as Midoriya has been a driving force for Bakugo, we see once again that Bakugo was a driving force for Midoriya with the way he absolutely loses his shit when he sees Bakugo's discarded body.

Volume 37 manga cover!

THE TELEPATHIC WAY THEY LAUNCHED BAKUGO TO ALL MIGHT'S AID. Featuring heavily: Bakugo and his Midoriya pickled mind. That success was so cathartic. But also Bakugo verbalizing what he felt he's always been hell bent on doing, looking out for Midoriya. Which again, kinda twisted but I'm interested to see how their story ends because I think we'll get some exposure to more of their background lore.

[phantoms-lair]

IzukuJū: Quirk Assessment

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The class was quiet when Shota made his appearance. "You're in your places. Better than most starting classes. But I expect the same from here on out." The class jumped at the sight of him in 'caterpillar' mode as Mamadoriya called it. So they hadn't noticed him. There was an air of awkwardness in the room, so likely the silence was caused by that and not a desire not to waste time. Oh well, he'd made his expectations known.

He got to the front of the room and frowned. Izu- No he was Midoriya now. He'd won the right to have the unofficial 'little brother' of UA in his class because he was less likely to favor him. Midoriya looked downcast.

And that was illogical to the extreme. He'd been so happy, so excited to be in the school as a student and not just a resident. He'd been talking just this morning about how he couldn't wait to be in Shota-nii's class. And now he looked like someone ran over his cat.

Combined with the awkward air around the room, someone must have said something to him. He knew even he couldn't expel someone for hurting a classmates feelings. But would he make sure the lesson was learned.

"My name is Aizawa Shouta and I'll be your homeroom teacher. Change into your gym clothes and meet me on the grounds." "But what about orientation?" Seat 5, Uraraka Ochako if he wasn't wrong, asked.

"We don't have time for such pointless things. Emergencies wait for no one. Get moving."

Midoriya was out of his seat immediately. Good boy. Time to see what his new class could do.

~ "Dude how do you know where you're going?" Sero asked, as Izuku made beeline for the locker rooms.

"I have all of UA memorized." Izuku answered, simply.

"Like a useless fanboy." Kaachan snarled.

Izuku tried to hide his hurt. "I also know Aizawa-sensei expelled his homeroom class last year because he didn't think they were taking things seriously. So we should probably hurry."

Kaminari gulped at that.

They made it to the locker room and quickly changed.

"Are you not going to remove your watch?" Iida asked, as they changed into their gym uniforms.

"It's not a watch." Izuku explained. "It a part of me and my quirk, like your engines."

"Truly?" Iida's eyes opened wide. "I have not known many outside my family with partial mechanical heteromorphic quirks." He didn't sound accusing, like Kaachan had. Instead he sounded excited that they had something in common. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"We can talk later. But we need to get outside before Aizawa-sensei get cross with us." Also he was rocking saying Aizawa-sensei instead of Shouta-nii. He'd been practicing for weeks!

Iida pushed up his glasses. "You are absolutely correct! Thank you for keeping me on point. I look forward to working with you in the future."

Izuku smiled. Shouta-nii always said hero students weren't there to make friends, but he was glad he was making some anyway.

~

The boys, by dint of Izuku both knowing the school paths and warning them about Aizawa's tendency for expulsion, got to the field first. Izuku couldn't help but beam as Shouta-nii nodded at them in approval. Once the girls came out, he began. "You." He said, singling out Kaachan. "In the standardized tests in middle school, what was the farthest you ever threw the ball?" "Sixty-seven meters." Kaachan answered.

Shouta-nii handed him a ball. "Try it with your quirk."

Izuku knew Kaachan had amazing control with his quirk. But it had only grown in the six years since he'd seen him. With a cry of "DIE!" he blasted it 705.2 meters.

"Public school don't let you do fitness tests using your quirk. It's illogical. We're going to be doing the same fitness tests, but this time, adding your quirks."

The was a murmur of excitement and one pink skinned girl cried out "This is going to be so much fun." Izuku winced even as his red haired classmate made shushing noises at her. So much for a good impression.

"Fun? You think this will be fun? You need to take these seriously. The person who gets the lowest ranking overall is going to be expelled."

"Crap, greenie was right." Kaminari shrieked.

"That's not fair." Uraraka complained.

"You know what else isn't fair. Earthquakes. Natural disasters. Villain attacks. As heroes you'll have to be dealing with the most unfair things in the world and if you can't cope with this you'll never shake it out there." Shouta-nii gave his worst smile. "Welcome to the UA Hero Course." Izuku pulled up the omnitrix's screen and began to cycle through his forms. For the fitness tests either Mighty or Basilisk would be best, capitalizing on their strength or speed. Now which one? The tests would be grip strength, handball throw, sit ups, sidestep, standing long jumps, and 50m sprint.

Break it down for each form. Mighty Form would excell at the ball throw and grip strength. He'd probably do fairly well on the long jumps. Decent at the sit ups and sidesteps, but his bulk would slow him down for the 50m dash unless he was allowed to jump that too.

Basilik Form would easily take top or near top in the side steps and 50m dash. Pretty good on the jump if he could build up speed. Grip strength and ball throw would be tricky with his hand and arm shape. And he wasn't sure sit ups where physically possible for that body same. Mighty it was.

He pressed the button and the now-familiar feeling of the omnitrix spread through him he grew to about the size of Shouta-nii, his skin turning red and his second pair of arms bursting out.

"You have more things you can turn into?" Uraraka asked, delighted. "Your quirk is the coolest!"

"Thanks," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his neck with his arms, blush barely visible on his new skin color.

"DEKU! What the hell!? Explain yourself!" Kaachan demanded as he rocketted toward him, explosions primed in hand.

Izuku grabbed Uraraka an leapt away, getting both of them out of the line of fire, except a piece of cloth wrapped around him and the blasts suddenly cut off.

Shouta-nii stood there, absolute rage written on his face. "Explain yourself. Now."

"Me?" Kaachan creamed offended. "He's the one who needs to explain himself! I don't know how he's faking having a quirk, or cheated his way in here, but Deku's a quirkless loser who has no place here."

"I understand." Shouta-nii said calmly. "Bakugou Katsuki, you are expelled from the UA Hero course."

The was a moment of utter silence. Yaoyarouzu's hands flew to her mouth.

"What the fuck? You're going to expel me over that quirkless loser? Because what? I hurt his feelings"

"I will not expel someone over hurt feelings" Aizawa said just as dryly. "I can and will expel someone over attempted assault, illegal quirk use, and bigotry."

"You gave us permission to use our quirks."

"For fitness tests. Not for assaulting your classmates. Excuse me. Former classmates." Shota-nii looked over his class. "You might as well head to orientation, since we'll be filling out the expulsion paperwork."

"You can't do this to me!" Kaachan yelled, real fear entering his voice.

"We'll continue the assessment afterwards. Dismissed." he ordered his class, before turning around and dragging his former student into the building.

"I thought he was bluffing," Yaoyorozu whispered.

"And don't think you're safe because Kaachan got expelled." Izuku warned. "I already told the guys this, but he expelled his entire homeroom last year. If he think's were not giving it our all...but hey, this gives us all through orientation to strategize. Use every second we have."

"Right." Iida chopped his arm. "We know our tasks and our quirks. Let us strategize the best methods to use them so Aizawa-sensei sees we are all worthy of being here."

"I'm just invisible." Hagakure worried. "That doesn't factor into any fitness tests."

"Not on it's own," Izuku allowed. "But it can be used to obfuscate how you're doing the tests."

"We can discuss this further, but I think right now we should get to orientation." Asui pointed out. "Who knows what Aizawa-sensei will do if he thinks we skipped?"

The class rushed to the auditorium, were they snuck in. And if several notes were passed around, coming up with the best ways they could use their quirks, no one said anything.

And if Izuku beamed with pride when Aizawa complimented them on their logical use of there time? Everyone else could say they felt the same.

~~~~

Izuku's names for his other forms:

Four Arms - Mighty (Look. Look. He was 10. One of them HAD to be an All Might reference)

Ripjaws - Charybdis (after the monster in Greek Mythology)

XLR8 - Basilisk (after the fastest lizard on Earth)

Diamondhead - Hōsekishō (It means Jeweler)

Grey Matter - Roswell (Self explanitory, and a little ironic as he doesn't know these forms are aliens)

Ghostfreak -Noroi (means Curse. He no longer uses this one. Ben10 fans know why)

Wildmutt -Komainu (after the Guardian beasts)

Heatblast - Akuma (fire headed yokai)

Stinkfly -tbd

Upgrade -tbd