#I wanted to put kirishima too but idk about that one

[accidentcache]

stereo hearts

feat: 3rd year katsuki bakugou

warnings: language. twinge of angst. 4k read, not beta/proofread. medical talk that was loosely researched.

cache notes: reader has quirk, kind of ooc! if that’s not ur thing then don’t read idk. got a sudden burst of motivation and decided to finish this <3

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your third year at UA was nothing special. nothing compared to the first two years, and since the whole war situation, things are still getting back to normal in the only ways it can.

the case with your hero costume is comfortable. you can carry it with one hand, swing it at your side as you walk. it smacks against your thighs as you make your way down the hall, smiling in greeting to your classmates.

"hey," katsuki's voice is rough as he calls out when you walk past him. he's leaning against the lockers with kirishima, but he steps out a bit to catch your elbow before you make it past him.

katsuki's eyes have softened over time. when you first met him over two years ago, his gaze burned and you compared the color to a layer of hell fairly often due to his brash nature. here lately they're more akin to a soft campfire glow-- still burning, but more gentle and contained.

"where ya goin' with that?" his gaze shifts downward to the case swinging at your side.

"support lab," your eyebrow lifts and your free hand adjusts the strap of your book bag over your shoulder. "the last upgrade didn't work as well as i thought. i wanna see if they've got anything else to try."

a scoff leaves the blonde's lips, his eyes rolling in mock annoyance. he can't bring himself to fully be annoyed, however. not when it's you. "you've been saying that for weeks now," his hand loosens on your elbow but the gentle pressure of his fingertips on your skin keeps you stationary. "how many more 'upgrades' before you realize it's perfect the way it is?"

"the mask messes with my vision," you protest gently, shifting on your feet beside him. kirishima looks amused, but he's more focused on the screen on his phone than to join in the conversation. "and i need better chest protection, the mesh burned too easily from the gas last training session--"

you're interrupted by katsuki sighing loudly. he reaches up and takes your chin between his fingers-- the touch is gentle and it feels like he's treating you like glass. like you would break if he put any pressure on you.

your breathing stutters at the contact, not that katsuki notices. you two are close, you always have been since your first year. affection like this was the norm between the two of you.

"you worry too much," his voice is low, the slightest edge of scolding laced in. "quit stressing over it."

"i'm trying to prevent my quirk from killing me, katsuki."

it's a touchy subject. you can tell from the way kirishima stiffens just off to the side from you and katsuki, how katsuki himself looks away and retracts his hand from your skin. no one likes to talk about it.

"right," katsuki mutters under his breath, his voice strained. "damn lethal quirk of yours."

his eyes don't meet yours for a couple beats of silence. it always ends up like this when your quirk is brought up here lately. katsuki worries about you, just like you worry about him-- neither of you want to admit it out loud. where katsuki had softened over time, you had hardened.

"i have to find better chest protection for the pacemaker for my heart," your eyes roll. your hand swats at his arm in the gentlest way you could manage. "do we want a repeat of the training camp incident?"

katsuki flinches from the swat and stiffens almost immediately. his jaw is tense and something flashes in his eyes the moment the statement leaves your mouth.

in the back of your head, you hate how katsuki pushes you away when the subject is brought up. he holds you at arms length here lately, never pushing any further, never holding you any closer. if anything, your friendship with him had become stagnant in the past year and a half.

katsuki hates talking about his injuries, you hate talking about yours. both of you are stubborn in the same way. one day he's there, physically in front of you and you can feel his touch against sensitive skin-- the next you can barely recognize the person you're sitting next to at lunch.

katsuki doesn't say anything when you dismiss yourself. you ask kirishima to take notes for you as you won't be in class for the first half of the day-- the blonde looks almost emotionless as you make your way down the hall, uniform case swinging at your side.

the last thing katsuki wants to think about is the whole incident at the training camp. the last thing he wants to remember is how he watched you crumple to the ground when your heart failed on you during a simple sparring session with him. carrying your body through the woods, practically screaming for anyone to help him.

he never likes admitting when he's scared. he was terrified when your heart stopped.

he doesn't like pushing you to a distance, but if he sees you around enough his brain starts to mingle the image of your lifeless body with how you look in the present. it's jarring. and his own heart can't handle it. he's stuck in some sick loop of feeling the need to do more for you and wanting you to stay far away from him.

his footsteps feel heavy as they carry his body down the hallway. he's sore, exhausted after training with izuku. his arms are slick with sweat from wearing his winter outfit, working on his more large-scale attacks-- his hair sticks to his forehead, he looks at the ground as he walks. he barely registers your voice as he walks, absentmindedly cataloging it as part of his imagination.

when he finally lifts his head, he recognizes the familiar doors and windows of the school infirmary. even worse, he recognizes your form sitting on the edge of one of the beds, hooked up to a monitor. his heart falls to his stomach at the sight and before he can stop himself, he barges through the doors.

"the hell are you doing in here?" his voice is hard, borderline shaky. even though visibly you look fine, katsuki knows what it means when you're hooked up to a monitor that shows your heart rate. his eyes dart to the side to see the signal and his jaw clenches a little.

"i'm fine," you find yourself mumbling in response. your hand runs through your hair while the other messes with the thin sheets on the hospital bed underneath you. the monitor picks up the moment your eyes meet his and either katsuki ignores it or he's too worried to even mention it. "my pacemaker was acting weird while testing out new support items so i got sent here."

his eyes immediately narrow at your statement. he finds himself walking over to stand next to you, but he doesn't sit on the bed like he usually would. "what do you mean it's 'acting weird'?" his expression is a weird mixture of annoyance and concern. "is it about to give up on you?"

an awkward smile spreads on your lips and you laugh a little. "no!" the back of your hand meets his leg as you swat at him gently, trying to keep the situation light. "sometimes the signals get a little wonky so i have to get it resynced and rewired. nothing to worry about, really."

katsuki scoffs when you hit his thigh, and he snaps. "stop acting so casual about this," his eyes harden as he takes in the sight of you, grabbing your shoulder and squeezing it-- the action is gentle aside from how rough his tone is. "it freaks me the fuck out."

your face falls when he snaps at you and you know this is bothering him more than he wants to admit. you shoot him a look and scoot over on the bed, patting the new free spot beside you. "c'mere," you whisper.

he scoffs again but he isn't one to deny a request from you. the bed bounces a little from the sudden added weight and he scoots closer beside you. the bed is small, your thighs press together as the both of you watch the monitor just off to the side. the readings jump when he settles beside you, but again-- neither of you mention it.

your hands stay in your lap. your eyes flit from the monitor to his profile as a tiny and fond smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. "you know i'd tell you if something was wrong with my heart, right?" your voice is quiet against the silence of the room.

katsuki knows that. he can't help but roll his eyes at that statement. the two of you have always been honest with each other. blunt. open. even with as distant as you've become with one another.

he can't help but worry about you. he has never told you about the nightmares he has about that night, nor will he ever tell you about them.

he looks away from the monitor and down at his lap. his brows furrow together and the annoyance melts to just concern. he continues to be quiet, listening to the steady beat of the monitor.

you stay quiet next to him, listening to the same beat. the last time you remember being in the infirmary at the same time as him was when he tweaked something in his arm-- the same one that got injured in the war. he had gone too far during training, you were there because you had overused your quirk and dehydrated to a lethal level.

"does it still bother you?" your teeth gnaw at your thumbnail in the silence that follows your voice. you're talking about the injury in his arm that's still healing, he's thinking about the night he carried your limp body out of the woods.

you barely notice how his shoulders stiffen. it's barely visible, but you know katsuki. he speaks up, but his voice is quiet. quiet and shaky. "…yeah. it does."

"it's not your fault," you reply in a tone that matches his. in a small, mindless action of comfort, you scoot closer towards him. your eyes stay locked on your hands in your lap. "i'm still here because of you, you know."

"stop saying stupid shit like that," a bitter expression crosses over his face. in the back of his head he knows it's not his fault. you've never blamed him for any of it. but you obviously don't think about it as much as he does, even now.

katsuki swallows again. harder this time. his shoulders are still tense, taut with awkward tension as he listens to the monitor. the beat was steady, but faster than it was before he sat down beside you.

your knee bounces as you look between him and the monitor, your tongue pressed between your lips. the silence is suffocating. and silences are never this awkward with katsuki unless it's involving your heart.

you can tell he's uncomfortable. from the bouncing of your leg, how your gaze flits from him to the monitor-- katsuki hates it. he can't help how his fists clench and unclench at his sides. the steady increasing beeping doesn't alleviate any of the growing tension between the two of you. he's worried-- and it's starting to show.

"why is your heart rate faster than usual?" his hand sticks out to point at the rise in the readings, as if you can't look at it yourself.

"i'm sitting next to you," you blurt out without even thinking about it. a laugh quickly follows to blanket the awkwardness and nerves but katsuki catches it. he wants to smile at your comment, he really does. he can see how the corner of your mouth twitches, and it makes his twitch in response.

his cheeks flush a little and he rolls his eyes a little, scoffing. "shut up."

you turn your head away from him and the monitor to hide how your lips actually form the smile. a couple beats pass before you finally face the screen again, fiddling with buttons and humming as you see how much longer you have on the monitoring cycle. you mutter something about ten more minutes, but katsuki barely hears it.

he's focused on your profile. he knows you just as well as you know him. he knows you're avoiding eye contact because you're flustered, deflecting the awkward tension in the room. it's bothering you just as much as it's bothering him.

"hey, [y/n]. look at me."

your head tilts a little and on cue, the monitor spikes when your eyes meet his. you try in vain to hide it, but it makes him smirk anyway.

"your heart betrays you, you know."

"yeah no shit, sherlock," you retort with a glare as you curse at the screen. literally and figuratively, your heart has sold you out. smacking the screen seems like it would do nothing to help the situation.

in a way, katsuki had an inkling that you had somewhat of a crush on him. if he wasn't so stubborn himself, he'd be able to at least admit to himself that he has one on you as well.

but the two of you are similar in more ways than one-- hard-headed and stubborn. only your confession was forced out in a stupidly subtle way.

katsuki grabs your chin and forces your attention back on him. "look at me, idiot. no more avoiding eye contact."

your eyes meet his once again and you curse a thousand times inwardly when the monitor spikes again. you can't even look away from him-- not that you had a choice, with the gentle grip of his fingers on your jaw, but also how his eyes seem to meld you into place.

his eyes have always been such an enigma to you. the color, the emotions swirling inside of them that you've only seen a small percentage of yourself. sometimes they're warm, like the embers of a campfire. sometimes they're harsh like blood seeping through an angry wound.

katsuki's smirk only grows wider when your heart rate steadies at the increased rate when you keep your eyes locked on him. inside, he's mentally freaking out. so it's true, you have a crush on him? it's confirmed now? he can barely contain how his brain reels at the information.

he moves closer, closing the already small distance between the both of you. the bed creaks as he moves, the thin mattress dips under his weight. his fingers stay locked onto your chin, his eyes never leaving yours. "so damn predictable," he practically purrs.

"i hate you," you immediately retort back and both of you know it's a lie. there's no malice or heat in your tone and the heart monitor straight up says it.

he watches as your eyes travel across his face. he's amused, clearly. he moves even closer towards you, his forehead resting against yours. his nose knocks against yours and a smirk curls further across his lips when the monitor spikes again. "no you don't, idiot."

"no, i don't," you breathe out, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle and intimate contact. you'd be kicking yourself for folding so easily when he's this close to you. you decide to take a step further and cup his jaw with the palm of your hand, keeping him close.

he was already there, might as well lean into it, right?

he leans into the touch like it's instinct. he finds that he likes that your fingertips have a certain softness to them-- gentle, but rough due to the training and combat you've done over the years. his own heart feels like it's going to jump right out of his chest, but he's so damn good at keeping his cool. he has to keep the upper hand, because he'd be damned if you found out just how whipped he was for you.

a couple beats pass, but the two of you never break eye contact. it's strange how cool the two of you are with being so close together-- especially as intimately as this. your thumb swipes along his cheekbone and he swears his breathing stutters.

"you just had to barge in, didn't you?" the scoff that leaves your lips is disguised as a laugh.

katsuki tries to hide his smile when you talk, feigning annoyance. but he can't. he wants to push it further, to hear how your voice changes when you speak to him, how your heart rate spikes when he touches you. he loves the reactions. and apparently, he loves you.

"what, you didn't want me to check up on you?"

"you didn't have to stay," you murmur in response. your head tilts and it fits perfectly against his.

he leans into your touch even more, his hand falls to your thigh and his thumb draws mindless patterns onto the fabric on your pants. the monitor spikes again but he can't find it in himself to tease you about it. it just confirms the mutual attraction between the both of you.

katsuki swallows a little, his eyes not straying from yours. his voice is quiet when he speaks-- a tone he only reserves for you. "shut up," he mumbles. "of course i'm staying."

your teeth catch at your lower lip, failing to hide how your lips spread into a smile. your breathing is shaky, but it matches his. your 'okay' in response is barely above a whisper.

he's still concerned about your heart, of course he is. but right now it is a fading thought as he stares back at you, his chest tight. he's painfully stunned at just how much you make him feel with simple touches all of a sudden, how you make him feel everything with a simple look.

his gaze is soft. tender. you don't think he's looked at you like this before and it makes your throat dry.

eventually your heart rate steadies, once you grow comfortable with his proximity. your eyes shut and you don't even try to hide your smile or the chuckle that leaves your lips.

katsuki can't keep the smile off of his face either. your smile has always been infectious to him, and he finally lets himself be consumed by it, keening more for the warmth that the sight of it brings to his chest.

he wants to kiss you. so bad. he's a wimp, however and loses his chance when recovery girl steps back into the room when the monitoring phase is finished on your sensor. the two of you break apart-- equal amounts of pink coating your cheeks as she fiddles with the monitor and then with the device just under your skin on your chest. there's a knowing smile on her lips but she doesn't comment on anything, instead releasing you with a small instruction to get some rest.

katsuki is silent as you fix your shirt over your chest again, covering the pacemaker and fixing your hair now that you're detached from the machine. he watches you grab your things from the side of the bed, shouldering the strap of your bag and standing before your gaze turns back to him. "comin?"

he doesn't even hesitate.

once the doors to the infirmary shut behind the both of you, his hands shove into his pockets. he follows your lead down the hall, matching your pace like clockwork. the two of you walk a little closer to each other, his shoulder bumps against yours every so often.

the silence is comfortable, but still holds that twinge of awkwardness from before. he can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of his eye. "you hungry?" he asks, his voice quiet.

your eyes light up at the mention of food. you hum in response, "actually yeah, i am."

he chuckles at the sight of the child-like response. he meets your gaze with a grin when your head tilts and he knocks his shoulder into yours. "i'm hungry too."

the two of you continue to walk, bumping into each other every once in a while-- which causes giggles to erupt from you, and a laugh to spill from katsuki. it's been a while since the two of you have been this playful with each other. carefree in a way. borderline flirty.

he doesn't even point out the stupid smile on your lips because he knows he looks just as stupid and giddy as you do at the moment. "you're such an idiot," he mutters fondly.

"shut up," you retort. the giggles don't fade out, filling the otherwise quiet hallway with warmth.

he wants to take your hand. you're close enough for him to do it, the both of you are practically walking shoulder to shoulder. it would be so easy for him to flex his pinky out and wrap it around yours, but he doesn't.

he rolls his eyes, but it lacks his usual brattiness. "make me," he challenges, digging his elbow into your side in a playful nudge.

you shove him away from you teasingly, laughing before pushing ahead of him in a couple paces. "those are dangerous words, 'suki," the nickname you use just to egg him on slipping off of your tongue easily.

katsuki clicks his tongue. "you little--"

you're unprepared for when he surges forward, hands latching onto your hips from behind. a sharp gasp leaves your lips when he tugs you roughly back into his chest, preventing you from walking any further.

your body stiffens from the contact involuntarily. your chest constricts from the feeling of your heart skyrocketing.

katsuki's grip tightens when he feels you stiffen in his hold. he doesn't know why he just grabbed you like this, but neither of you move away from another. katsuki's heart almost stops in his chest.

keep your shit together, he's thinking to himself. he's repeating be cool like a fucking mantra in his head.

his lips brush almost involuntarily against the shell of your ear, his voice low. "watch yourself, sweetheart."

when your head tilts back to look at him, you look like a deer caught in headlights. your hands clasp over top of his on your hips and his hands are warm. his grip doesn't falter, his eyes can't move away from yours. you look so cute to him at the moment-- startled and flushed. no doubt he probably looks the same to you.

he swallows the lump in his throat, trying to stay calm. the heat of your body pressing-- albeit not a lot--against his is intoxicating. "stop looking at me like that," he whispers, his voice rough but lacking the usual sharpness.

like a moth to a flame, you're leaning in towards his voice subconsciously. "like what?" your voice is barely audible.

he swallows again, his tongue darts out to run along his lips. "like you want to kiss me," he mumbles in response. he finds the way that you're melting against him a little too addicting.

both of you drop your eyes at the same time to each other's lips-- flushing at the same time. you don't realize how close the both of you are to each other until you are too close.

it's feels almost too natural. he's stuck on memorizing new details of your face that he's never noticed before until he's leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. you return the action by closing the remaining distance with a shaky exhale and suddenly the hallway fades around the both of you.

it's just the two of you, acting on instinct. your hand shakes as it lifts to graze his jaw and it sends fireworks along his skin. your head spins like he's stealing the oxygen straight from your lungs. the two of you stay locked to each other for what feels like a lifetime, but in reality is only a couple moments.

you don't know who pulls away first. but you feel the absence of the gentle pressure of his mouth on yours and you sigh, unable to hold back the whine that escapes.

katsuki is fairing no better from behind you. his breathing is ragged, heavy and he has yet to open his eyes. his hands are still tight on your hips and he has to swallow multiple times before he can manage to speak again. "fuck."

the corner of your mouth lifts at the sound of his curse. your lips are just a breath away from his, his nose knocks against yours in almost a silent plea for you to come closer once again. "whipped," you murmur teasingly, your knuckles curling under his jaw.

this time, katsuki curses louder-- but it's more to himself than it is aimed at you. so much for keeping his shit together.

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[skymar13]

Bakusquad jealous? What? Definitely.

: idk what to put this under

Bakusquad being the most jealous ppl

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Bakugo

Bakugo never had a reason to be jealous of anyone. He was a power house in every subject : smarts, strength, and definitely looks. So why did he get so anxious and annoyed when he sees dunce face flirting you up? You weren’t even dating so why did he feel so off about you giving someone else attention?

It was a simple conversation between you can kaminari. You were talking about your match from the sports festival where you had completely crushed him in a matter of seconds. But when you look across the table you see bakugo looking like he has to take a fat shit. When he looks up your eyes meet, he start walking over to where you and Kami are letting out a gruff “Let’s go. Meet me at ground beta in 5” he left you with no room for argument so you say your goodbyes to kaminari and do as you were told. When you arrive bakugos already there starting his warm up. You do a couple of stretches before you begin your spar. Usually bakugo would hold back but he’d never tell you that. But today was not like that. The punches were connecting and you ended up on the floor with him hovering over you. Before you can push him off he leans in close to your face looking into your eyes. You were speechless wondering his next move. “Why were you talking to dunce face?” He said out of nowhere pushing himself off of you pulling you to your feet expecting an answer. “We went over our fight from the festival” you said with a questioning gaze “then he didn’t need to be giving you so many compliments. ‘You were smoking’ ‘you are so strong and talented’ ‘I’m glad it was you I lost to’” he said mimicking Kami’s voice making you chuckle “you jealous?” You said snickering making him furrow his brows “what the hell no ofc not” he looked away before continuing “I just want you to be mine Goddamnit, I’m the only one who can compliment you like that. Not dunce face not anyone else just me”

I don’t think he even realizes he’s jealous but when he does he’s not going to overreact until it’s just you two. Esp if you aren’t dating.

Kirishima

Kiri had never been a jealous person sure he had his insecurities but he trusted you and trusted that you’d love him and him alone. So why did the cashier flirting with you make him so damn mad?

You were giggling as if the guy handing you your ice cream was the funniest person ever. He’d made a couple of jokes about the flavor you’d chosen it was barely worth a smirk so why were you laughing so damn hard? Kirishima side eyed you and the cashier before paying slapping the money on the counter not even bothering to collect his change pulling you by your hand out of the shop. You had questioned his actions but assumed he wanted to continue yalls date asap. You had started talking about another subject but quickly noticed his uncharacteristically sour mood. “What’s wrong with you?” You said poking his shoulder jokingly. “ why’d you laugh so hard at his jokes huh? Really was it that funny?” he said looking at the floor in that moment you realized that he was jealous but his jokes weren’t what made you laugh. “He had a booger hanging from his nose it was hard not to giggle so I used his jokes to cover it. I thought you’d notice too!” You said chuckling but in reality kiri refused to look the guy in the face. “What? I embarrassed myself.” He said before pulling you into his side messed up your hair and laughing when you shoved him off

He’s not going to have an insane reaction but he will act on it because why wouldn’t he? He’s calm but also heated!

Kaminari

Kaminari has always been a flirt. It was unintentional at most times. So why did he feel so icky whenever a guy did the same to you?

You had been walking down town when one of those interview podcasters came up to you and your boyfriend. He complimented your outfit and your hair and your makeup and your perfume. “You’re doing too much” Denki said with a dull gaze making the guy stutter over his words. He quickly began doing the same thing he was before with all the compliments and he lost it. “Stop recording this is done” he said covering the camera looking the guy in his eyes “but we still need a couple more shots the cameras about to die man we can’t start on someone new!” The man said in retaliation making Denki feel worse than he already was he used his electricity to charge it “there happy?” He said sarcastically before grabbing your hand and dragging you away

Kami would def do smth about it. And he’s not afraid to say something either just because that’s who he is if he can speak up to bakugo he can speak up to a “nobody”

Sero

Sero hated when you trained with other people. But he knew it wasn’t good for either of you to solely train with each other bc not every villain would have the others quirk.

When he walked into ground beta he was surprised to see that you were already there, hiding in an alley way of one of the fake buildings trying to fix a piece of gear that had been broken. He waves over to you and you put your finger to your lips with a harsh glare. He wondered who you were training with and why you hadn’t told him before hand when he asked you to train with him. Soon the answer to his question arrives as Monomas booming voice is heard from a building behind him. Using your own quirk against you to jump down to where you had been. “I quit monoma my shooters are lodged and they’re tightening around my wrists and it hurts” you said banging your support item against the wall to get it un stuck “okay guess 1A ISNT ALL THAT ITS CRACKED UP TO B-“ “shut it” was the last thing you said before walking over to sero planting a kiss on his cheek but you notice his sharp glare and scrunched up nose barely reciprocating your kiss placing a barely noticeable peck to your cheek. “Why’re you so grumpy Hanta?” You said finally freeing your hand “why didn’t you tell me you were training, especially with monoma, I hate that guy” he responded as you guys walked out to campus “well I knew you’d be all..silly about it” you said lacing your fingers noticing the way his face contorts even more “but it was wrong of me to do that and I should’ve considered how you’d feel but I know how you feel about training with other people.” You quickly let out “fine your apology is accepted but only because I’m hungry and you’re paying” he said looking down/up at you with a smile.

He’s a jealous person but he definitely understands and doesn’t over react. Does love the affection you give him afterwards though. He won’t take advantage of it though….right?

Mina

Being a girl in a wlw relationship was so hard. Especially when adding other girl friends into the mix. Close friends that sometimes tipped Mina’s scale from bestfriend behavior to down right flirting.

All the 1A girls decided to have a sleep over in hagakures room. It was a fun night of face masks, nail painting, gossip and flirting? Mina sat across from you and Ururaka as you two talked about everything and anything. This was fine she knew how close the two of you were until she saw the way Ururaka cuffed your cheek wiping off some crumbs from your face. Strike 1. Later on in the night when everyone decided it’d be nice to do each others hair and makeup the first person to volunteer to do yours was Ururaka. She was doing your eyeliner and couldn’t get you close enough so she half way straddled your waist before quickly moving off once she was done. Strike 2. When everyone decided it’d had began to wind down they put on a movie you were sandwiched on the floor between Mina on your right and Ururaka on your left. Ururaka lifted her arm up leaving it hanging on the bed above your shoulder you hadn’t even noticed in all honesty but Mina did. Strike 3. Luckily by now everyone had gone to sleep except the three of you. “What’s your deal Ururaka?” Mina whispered harshly looking over your shoulder to her “what?” Ururaka said confused even you through a worried glance at Mina “you’ve been all up on [name] all night” she said getting up from her spot you quickly following behind as she left the dorm room quietly closing the door “you okay Mina?” “Are you okay? Why’re you letting her get all over you like that?” She said pink cheeks turning into a deep red as she crossed her arms “wdym?” You said scratching the back of your neck “you can have friends but I don’t want them touching you cupping your face straddling you arm on your shoulder?? Those are all moves being put on you.” She looking into your face she knew you didn’t see it that way but she still confided it. “Okay I can be more aware of that” you said cupping her cheeks as she moved her face over to kiss your lips “thank you” she whispered noses touching

Definitely reacts a lot like Denki and will say smth. She knows her worth and she trusts you but when it happened too many times she’s not afraid to speak up and won’t cause a fight about it..

Jirou

She knows there is no way in hell you’d leave her for Mineta so why do his constant comments rile her up so much?

Everybody was siting in the common area. You and Jirou were sitting on a couch you in jirous lap as you scrolled on TikTok. You had the bliss of being unaware of the conversation Denki and Mineta were having, but she didn’t. They were in the kitchen loudly making themselves a snack when out of nowhere Mineta says “I really wish [name] wasn’t [sexuality] she’s so hot. Boobs galore. Jirous a lucky woman to get that all to herself she’s greedy” face red about to cream his pants “Mineta dude no.” Denki said disappointedly hurrying out of the kitchen area to play Mario kart. Jirous face quickly contorts into a look of disgust and anger. You felt her stiffen and when you looked over to her it was a face you’d grown too know very well her jealous face. “What happened?” You whispered curling into her more “Mineta happened” she said through gritted teeth looking down at you you licked your head up smooching her lips with a giggle “leave him he’s gonna die a virgin” she laughed at that laying her chin on your head wrapping her arms tightly around you “yeah”.

She’s a very jealous person but honestly poor baby just needs reassurance. Plus she knows you and that you would never want to hurt her.

[cvnt4him]

i would request monoma x reader bc I'm literally going crazy about him but idk-- OMG NVM MONOMA X KIND/SOFT READER

BITCH ME TOO WHEN I TELL YOU HE FR GOT ME FOAMING OUT THE MOUTH LIKE IM A RABID ASS DOGGGG.

You know you wrong as hell for that picture tho.. bc why he look so goofy, bones js doing my man wrong this season😞

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*˖°My heart.°˖*

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"I don't get what you even see in him, my love."

Mina scolds as she finishes crocheting your last butterfly loc into your hair.

It was 4 AM, you both had school in a couple hours and she had been doing your hair since 12 o'clock. Your head was pounding and was going to be throbbing for the next week. You can only imagine how bad it'll be once you put your hair into a ponytail...

You sigh from relief knowing that was the last braid you had to endure. She puts muse all over your hair, the soft yet cold air like foam covering your hair as she gently slides her hands down each braid costing it in the pleasant and calming scented hair applicator.

You stand and stretch deciding to just put your bonnet on without putting your hair up so you can just head straight to bed, not that you'd get much sleep since school started in like what less than an hour and a half? What's the point in even trying to sleep.

"he makes me laugh. he's a gentleman, he--"

"gentleman my ass."

She cuts you off with a scoff straightening up all of the things she used to do your hair, putting them away and washing the icky foam texture off of her hands.

"okay first of all, don't you ever in your life; he's a sweetheart, really he is. and I don't need you questioning my choices, you're like a sister to me so please for the love of God just fucking trust my choices for once, yeah?"

She hums and rolls her eyes putting her bonnet on and getting under her leopard printed covers. She sighs and wishes you a good night as you leave and head back to your dorm.

All you could think about while getting ready for school was how rude mina was. Sure he was quite unpleasant to your classmates but he's a sweet guy to you!! Well no.. he's just less of an asshole. You noticed that Everytime he would say some smartsss remark to your peers he wouldn't say anything even remotely bad to you. He wouldn't even look at you. It's like there was something about you that just made him go silent.

The way you looked at him however, that was a game changer. He would get all stuttery over his words and just get flustered to the point he'd live without kendo needing to assist. (Knocking his hardheaded ass out)

You figured he had a crush on you which you were completely alright with due to you reciprocating his feelings! He was so beautiful and rather charming in his own way. He was distinguished and quite dashing!!!

You had no idea how people could just say such mean things to him!!

You finish off your look with a silver necklace that makes everything pop so beautifully. Your many rings matching indefinitely. You wore a white turtle neck and a pastel pink plaid skirt with white opaque tights on underneath. Baby pink Mary Jane's accompanying your soft aesthetic.

Being in college was fun for you, the party's the sleepovers the random socks on other people's dorm handles. It was an interesting experience, one of the greatest parts about it was how you could wear whatever you wanted! No dress code, no uniforms just your own unique style!

You walked with a sway to your hips as you made it to your class, to your surprise seeing how there were different students there than normal.

You look around and see groans and laughter coming from somewhere, you turn your head out the classroom door to see some of your friend and peers angry and uncomfortable whilst a manically laughing monoma boasts about something.

Mina sees you and lights up nodding her head in monomas direction telling you in girl talk or whatever the fuck to "get your fucking man before I have kirishima walk him like a damn dog."Her eyes saying more than enough.

You chuckle which catches others attention, including monomas. He turns with a raised brow to see you, his eyes widening and a pinky tint slightly becoming visible on his features.

"hello, neito."

He clears his throat and turns to you dusting off his outfit and giving you a small grin looking to the ground, unable to hold eye contact.

"hi y/- ahem. Y/n."

His voice cracked whilst he tried saying your name instantly making him get flustered and asking a loud and entertained kirishima have a belly laugh.

Monomas turns to them and instantly shouts at them calling them "Imbeciles" and "incompetent losers" and such, the way he spoke with such sophisticated mannerisms was just amusing to you, even while arguing and being angry with people he disliked he still manages to not use foul language and be somewhat civilized. It's quite neat.

You giggle catching his attention again, he turns to you and bows his head lightly with a smile as an apology.

"what are you up to, neito?"

You ask with a tilt to your head.

"who me?! I- uhm-- y'know the usual, classes are just taking over my brain at the moment, haha!"

He jokes, making you giggle again. God you were so cute to him, the way you innocently giggled or laughed at anything, the way you dressed to adorably like an innocent little girl was oddly compelling to him.

"i see you've gotten your hair done. It looks very nice, y/n."

He says to you nodding his head to your hair, the way you had little sparkles raying off of it and how you had little star shaped clips in your locs just completes your outfit.

"awh thank you neito!! You're so sweet!"

You jump into his arms with a hug, snuggling your nose into his shirt. He blushed intensively, getting stiff and tense underneath your touch. You did such foul things to him, making him flustered and blushy like this. He never felt this way for anyone, he always wanted to be a hero and show everyone that he was just as capable of doing things his former class rivals could.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your shorter figure leaning his head down and resting it on your head, his nose burying itself into your locs and smelling the sweet smell radiating off of them.

It was an unfamiliar smell to him, yet it was so intoxicatingly sweet. Like he'd smelled it before, or like it was just something he couldn't resist. A smell he was sure he wanted to take over his senses all the time. For the rest of his life even.

The hug lasted quite some time, an angry kirishima faux clearing his throat to end the long hug. Mina rolled her eyes and nudged him, she didn't like monoma really, but if you had then she'd just have to thug that shit out. For your sake.

You pulled away first, having monoma realize where he was, which was not in a perfect mansion with a beautiful rose garden, white picket fence, and a golden retriever running around with happy and cheerful barks.

He looks down at you ass you peer up at him with beautiful eyes, the way they shine so brightly even without sunlight raying into them, the way you bat your eyelashes at him and smile innocently.

He blushed while staring deep into your eyes. Fuck he'd just imagined a whole entire life with you, making you his wife and you have his kids.

You were evil and putting him under your spell. Your evil, wicked, enchanting, perfect, beautiful, absolutely breathtaking spell. Wait what?!

He got flushed and hid his face with his hand as he looked away, his other hand still on your waist.

You put one of your hands on his neck causing him to snap his neck to look right back to your face. You look down at his chest and rub your other hand up and down it and slowly look back up to him. You smile and move your hand that was once in his neck to his flushed cheek.

He wss going to kiss you. Fuck he was actually going to kiss you, finally, after having a huge crush on you for all these years you were going to kiss him. He'd finally make you his!

"AHEM. So yeah uh, we have to get to class, right y/n? Wouldn't want kids to catch you guys Frenching in the middle of the hallway while classes are in right? Right?"

Kirishima interrupts, making up an excuse to get you away from him.

Mina face palms herself while pulling kirishima away from the two of you. Monoma watching while he gives kirishima an evil, shit eating grin. Kirishima was practically foaming out of the mouth like a raccoon with rabies.

You simply giggle before letting him go. No no no, that's not what was supposed to happen! Why'd you let him go?!

"he's right, we should get to class."

You say quietly, never taking a step back still being rather close to him, peering up at him with wide eyes and offering him a smile.

He sighs and looks away. He was extremely disappointed. Why'd that shitty shark toothed fucker have to get in his way? You were finally going to kiss him.

"but, we can hang out later, if you'd like."

"yes!-- I uhm.. yes, I would like that, if you would."

He answers quickly, before stumbling on his words and saving himself from eternal embarrassment, not that toud ever make fun of him. He was cute, and flushy. Most people didn't get to see him like that not even kendo. You were honored and wnsted to spend more time with him. So you agreed. The two do you made plans and agreed to meet and have lunch, he'd take you to see a movie and you'd go out on dinner dates.

He had so many plans for the two of you. And once you start dating you better believe you're not allowed to be around anyone without him, not that he's jealous.. he's jealous. He's so jealous, he hates anyone that's not him being in your presence. He loves you! More than anything and anyone.

He holds you with grace, being so gentle with you throughout everything. Making sure you don't have tod I anything, not lift a single finger. He holds you tight at night making you feel safe and warm. He loves matching with you, and eating with you, and doing anything to ensure everyone knows you're his. He isn't insecure or anything but he's not oblivious to the rather hot people that swarm your school. He has a hard time reassuring himself that you only have eyes for him!

You're so kind and nice to everyone it's hard to believe you're his girlfriend. Seriously, no one believes you two, but you are. You're his and he's yours. No doubt about it, he'd choose you over the world.

He loves showing you off, boasting and bragging about how cute you are, how you're his girlfriend and how no one can ever even compare to you. How your skin glows in the sunlight without any help. How you're so strong and are better than anyone who ever existed. You can be a bit of an airhead at times, he even teases you about it, but let someone dare say some shit about you, he's ready to throw words. Something tells me hes not the best at hand to hand combat..

Anyways, he loves you dearly, he makes sure to tell you constantly. He doesn't want you feeling like you're less than perfect. He has standard, rather high ones too, and you meet them to a tee.

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AN: this is x black!reader bc I js got my hair done and I've become kinda obsessed w him so. Yeah!!! I'm definitely making more monoma and tenya content bc they've recently been clouding my head. Anyways love laugh love monoma!!!

This is kind of all over the place so come back later for more and much better content including him.

[queenpiranhadon]

ᴅᴀʏ ꜱɪx: April 19th

Syn: You make the cake and decorate for the party.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

A/N: I'm actually really happy about how this event turned out- all the fics written in this collaboration can be read separately, but it's recommended you read them all in order :) The master list is here, go check out the other writers because they're so amazing and talented AUGH.

Warning(s): Cursing (it's Katsuki what are you gonna do), bad baking terminology, maybe ooc idk, reader is referred to as female like once- Kiri calls her ma'am, reader compliments Katsuki's ass lmao, just fluffy in general though, class 3-A, reader is in the hero course.

This was it. Tomorrow, your plan would finally be put in motion.  

It was the 19th of April, and to say the very least, you were stressed.  

Stressed might not be the word for it. More like anxiety, excitement and fear into one overwhelming emotion that you couldn't convey into words. Tomorrow was Katsuki’s 18th birthday. And everything had to be perfect.  

You sat in your dorm room, thumbing the pages of the cookbook you so loving made him, picturing his own rough hands touching the book the same way when you gave it to him. Your heart warmed at the thought- your boyfriend never ceased to give you butterflies, even without intending to.  

Doubt plagued your mind however- what if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too dumb, or too simple- should you have done more?!  

No, you scold yourself. You needed to trust yourself. You knew Katsuki well- he excelled in the extravagant, but he still found joy in the smaller things.  

Still... you couldn’t help but worry. This would be a big day for him-a huge milestone. You didn’t want to mess it up.  

Setting the cookbook down, you finally place it into the bag you had for him, jet black with orange stuffing. The small action put the whole situation into perspective for you.  

This was finally happening. 

But you still had work to do today. Pulling out your phone, you open the messaging app, and click on the contact you needed.  

You: Mission Keep Katsuki Away is a go >:) 

Kiri🥊: Yes ma’am >:)) 

Turning off your phone, you pocket it, and leave your dorm room. All that was left to do was the cake.  

After slaving through the school day, you all return to your dorms, with the exception of Kirishima and Katsuki, the former dragging the latter away for something he called “a bro date”. You chuckled at his excuse, and left them to their own devices as you returned to Heights Alliance, sending a text to Kirishima as you walked.  

You: Hey! What’s your status? 

Kiri 🥊: Just got to the bus! I’ll keep him busy as long as I can 

You: Perfect!! 

You: Thank you so much again 

Kiri 🥊: No problem! He’s going to love it, you put so much work into making this special for him :D 

You: Aww...thanks Kiri! Fingers crossed 😭 

You weren’t terrible at baking per se, but you weren’t no Sato. And you would ask him to make the cake himself, but you didn’t want to ask too much of anyone.  

So it was up to you. You wanted to make a small two-tiered cake, it would be enough to feed all of 3-A and hopefully there would be leftovers.  

Sifting through the pantry you found what you needed one by one. Cocoa powder, dark cocoa powder, eggs, milk, butter, flour, baking soda, the list went on. You were making a chocolate cake, covered in dark chocolate ganache, drizzled with caramel. Katsuki wasn’t a big fan of sweets, and you knew that, but cake was cake. You also knew that he secretly did have a sweet tooth so he wouldn’t be too upset. Hopefully the bitterness of the dark chocolate would make the rest of the cake a little less sweet to align with the explosive blond’s tastes.  

Grabbing three large bowls and the mixer Sato let you borrow, you get to work, mixing wet and dry ingredients separately, cracking eggs, melting chocolate, and whisking like your life depended on it.  

While you baked, you popped in an earbud, sweet music, lifting your mood and dancing around the kitchen, in your own world.  

And hour later, the two tiers of the cake were in the oven, (not before tasting the batter yourself of course) and you look around at the kitchen, the adrenaline rushing out of you. It was a mess. The was flour in your hair, on your face, and you’re pretty sure the cocoa powder on your shirt is going to stain.  

You sigh, taking off your earbuds and pausing the music from your phone. At least the cake was done.  

Grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet, you get to work, making sure the kitchen was spotless so no one (namely Katsuki, for obviously reasons, and Ochaco and the self-proclaimed Bakusquad because they would beg you to have a taste of their own) would know what you were up to.  

The cakes were done by the time you finished, taking them out of the oven and sealing the two layers together with some ganache.  

You had asked Mr. Aizawa to reserve Gym Gamma for you previously, getting his permission to decorate the space for the party, and so you made your way there now, deciding to decorate the cake in the Gym itself so you wouldn’t have to move it afterwards.  

You got Ochako to float the cake and the toppings for it to the gym itself, so in the meantime, you busied yourself with setting up all the food- something you didn’t want to do yesterday as it would’ve gone stale.

You recruited the help of Kaminari, Sero, Mina and Kyoka to help you carry everything- including the mini fridge you saved up to buy to store the food and drinks overnight. You’d take them out the next morning.

When you got there, you were surprised to see Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsu, Iida, and Momo there alongside Ochako who explained they all wanted to help. 

You feel your smile stretch across your face, happy to see so many people who wanted to give Katsuki the best birthday ever.  

Splitting up the work, Midoriya, Todoroki and Iida went to go find the plates, cups, bowls, and cutlery you bought with Mitsuki - something you thought may have been overkill, but she had planned everything down to a T.

The others flitted around, either helping to put food or drink items into the fridge, or checking to make sure nothing happened to the decorations overnight.

You took to decorating the cake. Pouring the ganache over the first tier, you used it as an adhesive of sorts and you lifted the second layer on top of it. Once you did that, you poured the remaining ganache over the entire cake, evenly, so it created a pretty coat on top that you were sure it would add a nice crunch to the cake itself.

You groaned, stabbing your spatula into the quickly hardening ganache, having to ask Todoroki to heat it up every few minutes so that it wouldn’t harden completely- an annoyingly tedious task, but you knew Katsuki hated the taste of frosting- so hopefully he would appreciate the favor.

You waited for it to harden, then adding drizzles of caramel everywhere, and strategically placing strawberries where you could for a refreshing change in flavor.

And then lastly, adding thin golden candles to the cake, ten on the bottom row, and seven on the top. Momo created a special candle shaped like one of his gauntlets that you put in the center of the circle of seven candles on the top. And finally, you were done.

Momo made another contraption for you, a tall glass dome with temperature settings that you would put on the cake to prevent the strawberry from going bad overnight. After setting the cake on its stand, you put the dome over it, thanking Momo for her help.

It was then when you received two texts.

You open the first one, snorting when you read what it has to say.  

Katsu 💥🧡: Oi, I know you’re up to something- Shitty Hair just dragged me to the damn movie theater to watch some stupid Crimson Riot movie. 

You: Aww it couldn’t have been that bad!! 

You: Can’t the all mighty Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight survive a short movie date? 

You: Plus I told you- I'm not up to anything lmao 

Katsu 💥🧡: I call bullshit 

Katsu 💥🧡: Plus that movie was three damn hours- short my ass 

You: To be fair, you do have a nice ass 

You: I KID I KID  

You: But I promise you’ll get extra cuddles when you get back my big baby 

Katsu 💥🧡: Fuck off 

Katsu 💥🧡: Meet me at my dorm after dinner

Katsu 💥🧡: And don’t think I’m letting at comment about my ass go 

You can’t stop the amused smile from spreading across your face as you check the other text message, one from Kirishima this time.  

Kiri 🥊: Hey! We’re about 15 minutes away- we'll be back around 18:32 PM 

You: Kiri jesus christ- you tell me this now?! 

Kiri: Sorry!! 

You put your phone down, yelling at everyone to finish up and get back to the dorms as soon as possible, people scrambling around to put the finishing touches together before bolting out of the gym, you along with them.  

Thankfully, you all made it back in time, flopping down on the couches just at the door opens to reveal a beaming Kirishima and a grumpy Katsuki.  

The latter raises an eyebrow at all of you, sending a narrow-eyed glare at you. 

“Why’re ya so outta breath?” He grunts suspiciously and you chuckle sheepishly in return.  

“Mina challenged Kaminari and Sero to go a piggyback race against Todoroki and Iida.” You laugh, the lie rolling off your tongue as the others nod in agreement. 

“We totally won.” Sero says smugly, and Todoroki sends him a confused look.  

“But-”  

Kaminari cuts him off, slinging his arm around the heterochromatic eyed boy nonchalantly. “It’s not winning if you use your quirk Todo-bro.” 

Katsuki rolls his eyes, all interest in the conversation out the window, as he starts making dinner for everyone, something he started doing a while ago when he lost faith in 3-A's ability to not burn the kitchen down.  

After you all settled down and ate, you and Katsuki returned to his room, making yourself comfortable in his bed as he joins you, pulling you close and letting his sore muscles melt into your embrace.  

You, however, couldn’t force yourself to relax, your body buzzing with excitement as tomorrow would arrive.  

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[smallvictorianchildwhofoundwifi]

Random Monoma hcs

-can braid hair. I don't know where or how he learned it but he does and can do really beautiful braids and can weave flowers in there too

-secret friends with Aoyama. They would get along and I'm pretty sure there's art with Monoma and Aoyama hanging out so it's canon

-avoided 1a LIKE THE PLAUGE for a straight week after the 'class A vs Monoma' incident bc they freaked him out so much (even though he knows why they did it)

-he and Eri hang out sometimes bc he was called over again to see if he could stock up energy and use her power and the two clicked well, so Monoma was allowed to hang out with her. He has braided her hair

-one of the top students in his class. Idc if he's supposed to be a bad student, he is too perceptive and smart and competitive to be a bad student. No. 2 in his class

-talks bad the least about Momo, Kirishima, and Tokoyami (at least when it's not to their faces) because they're friends with his classmates as much as he hates it

-favorite color is a soft blue. I think I read somewhere that his dorm was painted blue, idk how true that is.

-love language is quality time. Physical touch is a close second but he absolutely loves sitting on the couch minding his business and someone sits down with him and they're together doing their own things

-loves physical touch because it means they aren't scared to touch him and trust him. Playground bullies would definitely shriek and say he was gonna "steal their quirk" and it developed into no one wanting to be touched by him, so when his teachers and classmates put their hand on his shoulder or tap him to get his attention he feels slightly happy

-very good at adapting bc his body is literally wired to change depending on what quirk they copy, so it would probably have a psychological effect as well

-enjoys watching horror movies with Reiko. They're not his favorite genre and he definitely gets freaked out but he likes partaking in his classmates interests and they're kinda fun to watch

-multilingual. I have no concrete headcanons on how he learns, if he has family from other countries or anything, I just think he somehow knows three languages (including Japanese)

Feel free to add on with your own!!

[midnightjewel]

Interview

The wheels in my head were turning and they finally landed on this concept and I think it’s a good one let me know what you think!

Characters Included: Kirishima (are we surprised? I’m always thinking about him)

Warnings: Sexualizing of the reader (consensual? Idk how to put it)

(18+ Only Please)

It was no secret that you were drop dead gorgeous. Even in your early teenage years at UA you were flaunted after by so many people. Not that you paid them any mind, you only had eyes for one boy.

Eijirou Kirishima was undoubtedly the biggest crush you’d ever had. Sure, you crushed on actors and maybe someone in middle school here and there but you’d never felt such a powerful infatuation with someone. He was the definition of perfect in your eyes.

That was a shock to him when you confessed your feelings over a FaceTime call when you two were exchanging homework answers. He’d had a slight suspicion of your feelings but he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself. You were by far the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on and it’s not like you had a dry personality to make him question if it was just your looks that made you attractive. No, definitely not. You were so funny to him. You were charismatic, fun-loving and so much more. You were perfect.

When you had accidentally let it slip that you had a crush on him over that FaceTime call he was over the moon. You on the other hand we’re completely mortified that the hottest guy you’d ever known knew that you liked him because you had accidentally told him. But when he told you that he felt the same you were ecstatic.

If it wasn’t enough of a shock to the both of you that you two started dating it was an even bigger shock to the student body when you two waltzed in the school doors holding hands. After about 3 dates you two decided to go public with your relationship. Now that you were off the market there was a sense of sadness in the air by others but screw them because you were the happiest you’d ever been in your life.

And you stayed off the market for good when two years after graduation Kirishima proposed to you. It was one of the best days of your life and you would never ever forget it. The best day of your life however was when you two said “I do” at a very private and intimate wedding off the coast of Italy. Only close friends and family attended and no details were spilled of you two’s whereabouts so that kept the paparazzi off of your backs during your wedding and honeymoon. And thank god they were because the two of you definitely got busy during that week and a half.

I mean, you were very popular. Maybe it was cliche but you had kind of made a living off of being pretty in the hero industry. Just like Midnight did. She was your number one supporter in your early days always telling you to never push yourself out of your comfort zones and to not let tabloids pressure you because they can make you look bad in an instant.

You took her advice to heart but you were fine with over sexualzing yourself. You were in your early twenties and were in the best shape of your life all while your face card was never declining. Paparazzi secretly hoped that one day they could catch a bad photo of you but alas it just wasn’t happening.

You had just been on the cover of “play hero magazine” for last month’s edition and it was all the rage all over the internet. Did your red headed husband mind? Absolutely not! In fact, he encouraged you more than you encouraged yourself to do this photo shoot. The only binding agreement you had with the director of the photo shoot was that you were not taking your bra or panties off and they could respect that.

Of course Red Riot didn’t mind his wife being on play hero’s magazine as long as he got an early copy and private time when the two of you got home. Who were you to deny him of something that you obviously wanted as well.

It didn’t stop there, due to your immense photogenic features you were asked to model for lingerie companies, present awards at hero galas, and model for some hero merch. You had just finished the photo shoot for your good friend Dynamite’s new hoodies that were to be released on his website in a month when you had just made it back to your dressing room in time to watch your husbands interview on some talk show. You knew lots of people were watching it, he was extremely popular and this was a highly anticipated interview among fans and viewers.

As you settled into your comfortable clothes which consisted of an oversized Red Riot hoodie and some sweatpants you settled into the large sofa that was in your dressing room.

“Well thank you for having me” Kirishima had spoken in his usual polite nature just as you’d flipped to the channel he was on. “First I’d like to start off by asking you about status” the woman spoke and you listened but tuned out as well. Sure, it was important to pay attention to your husband in his big moment but status and strategy questions were always so boring.

As you were about to go grab a water out of the mini fridge in your dressing room something caught your attention. “May I ask questions about your wife?” She inquired and he immediately nodded “Yes, please! Ask me about my wife!” He enthusiastically spoke causing her and the audience to laugh.

“Right and you can refuse to answer any questions you want but I’ll begin with what we have written down” she starts “You undoubtedly are married to one of the most beautiful pro hero’s of your generation, and forgive me, but one of the most sexualized women in this hero industry, as many people have seen the new play hero magazine cover that she has posed for as well as the other modeling contracts she has picked up. How do you feel about your own wife being so sexualized by media with comments online stating ‘I could show her a better time than red riot’ and ‘Oh my god one of the sexiest women ever! She needs to get in my bed immediately’ ” She finished

He takes a moment to noticeably stare at the screen where they have put up pictures of you and even some of the newer more scandalous photo shoots you’ve done “Well the best response I can give to everyone who fantasizes and makes those comments about my wife would be that yeah, you get to see those pictures of her but I get to go home to her so know your place” he chuckles to seem more friendly but you knew deep down that he really meant it and would do anything to protect you.

His words made you un-involuntarily bite your lip slightly and squeeze your thighs together. Oh you couldn’t wait to see him later.

[lost-in-wond3rland]

Ima ask you to walk with me for a moment, okay?

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SO. Quarter Back Katsuki (like professional, NFL level) and water boy Izuku right?

But. BUT!

Season for Katsuki? Starting rough TM. They have two games left to the playoffs, and if they don’t win they’re out.

Cut to Katsuki staying late to practice, he walks into the locker room, and Izuku is fucking with the white board. Katsuki is (unsurprisingly-) PISSED. It’s do or die time, they have to win, or his season is over. Izuku, stammering and muttering as he does, is trying to explain the change in play. Katsuki yells at him to fuck off and be does. Katsuki takes his shower, looks at the board and ya know what? It’s not a bad play. But wtf does a little water boy know ANYWAY? He changes it back.

We make it to game day, they’re down by 1 touchdown and Katsuki feels himself being backed into a corner.

UNTILL! He looks over and catches Izuku. He (in his very Katsuki way) grabs a clipboard and stomps his way over to em.

“Write it down.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“The play from last night ya damn nerd. I ain’t gonna ask you again.”

And so, Izuku does. Katsuki looks it over, nods, and goes back over to the team with the clipboard.

And guess what? They run the play.

And they win.

Color Katsuki surprised, they live to see another game.

The stadium clears out, teams gone, and Katsuki finds himself in the locker room with one Izuku Midoriya who’s putting away bottles and things.

“Oi, nerd.”

Izuku starts, looking up at him.

“Nice play.” He says before stalking out of the locker room.

Next game comes, and it’s not much better. They’re tied, they’re best offensive player (prob Kiri or something idk-) is out, and they either make a touch down or get thrown into overtime exhausted. They’re lining up and Katsuki hears him.

“CALL A TIME OUT!!” Katsuki tries to ignore Izuku’s yells, but after eventually ends of calling it.

“The fuck do you want, you damn nerd!?”

“I have a play.”

“Excuse me?” (Coach Aizawa hi, nice to meet you-)

“What, you think cuz I used one play from you last time, im gonna do it again? Who’s to say it wasn’t a fluke?”

“Maybe it was. But you know without Kirishima, if you run the play you’re about to run, you’re going to lose this game.”

And Katsuki hates it, the fire and defiance that he finds in green eyes. Hates it as much as he kind of loves it.

“…give him a fucking clipboard.”

“Is this smart, Bakugou?”

“You got any better ideas old man?!”

“…”

“Give him the fucking clipboard. DUMB ASSES! Huddle up!”

(Guess who wins the game hehehe)

Cut to a season of Izuku and Katsuki becoming a WILD team, Izuku becoming a playmaker and officially moving on from water boy duties. He gets a headset and everything, working right along side Aizawa during the games.

And the tension grows.

“You know more than I’d expect, for a water boy.”

“I wasn’t always a water boy kaachan.”

“‘Tch. You’re really sticking with that name huh?”

“Depends.”

“On what.”

“Are you gonna stick with ‘Deku’ and ‘nerd’?”

“You can bet your ass I am.”

“Then I’m sticking with Kaachan!” He looks up at the blonde, smile blinding and playful.

AND THEN-

“You said you weren’t always a water boy.”

“I did.”

“What’s your story, Deku.”

“Win the next game, and I’ll tell you.”

And they do, making it to the Super Bowl.

The night before:

“You said you’d tell me.”

“I did…”

“…so? Come on nerd, don’t leave me hanging.”

“I played. In high school, and first two years of college. I was a pretty good running back, if I say so myself.”

Katsuki looks Izuku over, eyes trailing over his body. “Yeah, I can see it. Explains the build… always thought you were too fast and built for a water boy.” Izuku smiles at him, though it’s kind of sad. “What happened?”

“I was…stupid. That’s what happened.” He chuckles, though it’s self deprecating. “I was never the most…popular in school. Sophomore year of college, I started to get pretty popular on campus. Went to a few parties. One night, I was driving home and I… shouldn’t have been. Wrapped my car around a pole. Shattered my knee, broke my neck… was paralyzed for a little bit but thankfully that didn’t last. A lot of months of physical therapy later, and I could walk again. Started running even. But, I was never cleared to play again. If I suffered another neck injury well…the doctors said no amount of pt would bring me back again. So… that’s it. I haven’t played, and I haven’t drank, since.”

The realization slams into Katsuki, the look on Izuku’s face when Katsuki showed up at his apartment drunk, Izuku hysterically yelling at Katsuki about drinking and driving (spoiler: he didn’t drive, he called an Uber. Katsuki would never-). “Shit…”

Izuku just nods, offering a sad smile. “It’s not all bad…I like watching. And…this past season? Kaachan it’s… it’s meant everything to me,” he admits, eyes watering. “It feels like playing again, and…regardless of how it started, you gave this to me. You trusted me enough to let me do this and I…just. Thank you.”

Katsuki swallows the lump in his throat, heart aching for the man in front of him. “Honestly? I wouldn’t trust anyone else… Dek- Izuku. This season? Is as much yours as it is mine… you’re our playmaker, our morale. Shit, the entire mood of team hinges on you. Without you? We’re not a team.”

Izuku smiles, silent tears falling. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

And hearing his name, his real name, sends a shock through his system. Katsuki reaches out a hand, thumb catching falling falling tears. “Izuku, I-“ he starts to whisper.

Izuku grabs his wrist, and shakes his head. But there’s a spark in his eyes that soothes Katsuki’s nerves immediately. “Tell me tomorrow. Tell me tomorrow, after you win.”

Katsuki can’t help but match Izuku’s smile with his own. “After I win.” He says, like it’s an inevitable. And maybe it is.

(Ahem, cut to game day, sorry this brain rot is everywhere lol)

It’s a close game. A REALLY close game. The other team gets Katsuki with a hip tackle, and his knee is on fire from the fall.

“Kaachan, you can’t-“

“Oi,” he says, grabbing Izuku’s shoulder and forcing him to meet his eyes. “The doc cleared me, I’m wrapped, and Shoji isn’t gonna let anyone get close to me.”

“But-“

“Hey. I promised you a win didn’t I? You trust me?”

“More than anything.” Izuku says, without hesitation.

Katsuki smiles, dropping his head to place a chaste, barely there kiss on Izuku’s lips. “We got this nerd. You, and me.” He whispers, staring right into his eyes before heading back out onto the field.

(A few plays later and guesssss who has his first Super Bowl ring hehehe. In my head, it’s Katsuki rookie year. But he’s Katsuki so of course he’s the starting qb with something to prove all year. And boy did he PROVE)

“Katsuki! Katsuki! Now that you’ve won, and in your rookie year no less, what are you going to do?” Katsuki’s eyes go over the reports head and a smile splits his lips as he sees a cheering Izuku crying on the sidelines.

“What am I gonna do? I’m gonna go plan my fucking date-“ with those words, Katsuki weaves his way through the crowd, breaking out into a run and scooping Izuku up when he reaches him, placing a proper kiss on his lips this time.

(Alexa play the alchemy by Taylor Swift, specifically, “cheers chanted, cause they said tere was no chance. Trying to be the greatest in the league. Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me-“ section)

The team cheers as they’re QB and Playmaker finally make it official.

“Damn problem children.” Aizawa sighs, sitting down on the bench, soaked in Gatorade.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hizashi smiles down at his husband. “Reminds me of another young couple I knew.”

Aizawa hums, brushing his lips gently with his husbands. “We weren’t so bad, were we?”

“Oboro and Nemuri were about ready to lock us in a room and leave us there had we not figured it out when we did.”

Aizawa laughs, soft and genuine. “Fair.” He stands, walking over to his QB and playmaker. “You coming back next season?”

“No shit old man.”

Aizawa nods, before raising an eyebrow at Izuku.

“M-me?”

“We need our playmaker, right?”

“Damn straight we do.”

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Anyway the end- LOL. Thanks for taking this journey with me, ‘twas a nice walk, have a great day 😅

[candiiee]

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Izuku M. x female reader (aged up!)

summary: you get hit by a love quirk, and poor Izuku gets smothered with your love and affection

warning: horny reader, swearing, M*neta, reader ready to rail him

an: based off a c.ai bot. Crack. Idk what spurred me to write this

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You were out on patrol, your fellow heroes in training Red Riot and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight at your side. You were all after a villain, who had some weird love quirk that made people overly affectionate and, well, horny… you couldn’t have that happening obviously.

You leaped at the villian, a kick aimed at the head, when suddenly, he touched your leg with his hand swiftly, and you felt something tingly spreading through your body, and you fell limp.

Kirishima’s scream could be heard in the background, and last thing you saw was black boots as your vision faded to black.

You woke up in your room, eyes hazy and vision blurry as you came to. You felt..weird. And hungry.

Izuku started to make himself a sandwich, having been craving it for quite a while and hadn’t found the time to make one. Suddenly you walked into the kitchen, stumbling a bit.

He greeted you, smiling a bit. “Hi L/N!” You and him weren’t friends per se, but you were on good terms, and he definitely didn’t find you attractive. His eyes met yours, and he could immediately tell something was wrong.

Your pupils were heart shaped, face flushed and eyes half lidded, a hungry look on your face.

Izuku blinked in surprise, breaking the eye contact. She hadn’t answered, instead walking over. This was creeping him out.

Though from what he could tell, she was under some quirk’s effects. Suddenly he felt a weight behind him, arms snaking their way around him, pulling him flush against her.

He went red, while he had hugged a girl before, the unexpected sensation of a behind hug was startling. “H-hah?! L/N?” He managed to say, his hands moving frantically.

This wasn’t real. The girl he had liked was hugging him. This isn’t real this isn’t real, He thought, turning redder and redder.

“Hello Izuku-chan!” What you said muffled as you pressed your face into his back, your hands slipping under his shirt, causing him to flinch and deeply inhale as your hands touched what they could reach.

He started to stutter, trying to put together a sentence, as he suddenly let out a squeak as he felt your hands caressing his toned torso, pinching his skin. If he endured any more of this he would explode.

He somehow managed to pry your sneaky fingers away from him, turning around to face you, grabbing you by the shoulders and holding you at arm’s length.

“L-L/N! What was that!” He stuttered, feeling slightly disappointed to lose the warmth of you.

You tilted your head, gazing at him hungrily. “I wanted a snack.” You coo, eyeing him up and down. He swallow thickly, “O-oh..uh..I can..make you a sandwich?” He asks nervously, feeling hot under your gaze, looking away.

You hum, “Nah. How about..you?” You say, shamelessly drooling and a million different, ahem, positions running through your head.

At your words his grip on you tightens, his nails digging into your skin, but not that it hurts too bad. “H-hah?! M-me?! A s-s-snack?!” The poor freckled boy managed to say, not sure if he heard that right.

Him? A snack? Impossible.

You nod quickly, then blurt out shamelessly. “I want your babies. Cute green haired babies. Pleaseeee?” You ask, somehow removing his hands on you and jumping into his chest. “Please fuck me.” You continue to say, and he just about dies.

It’s too much. The seductive look you’re giving him, and he faints, blood gushing from his nose, face beet red.

You look down at him, and lick your lips. He just made your job easier. “Hehe.” You giggle, “I’m gonna fuck him today!”

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The second he feels someone’s hands on him, undoing the knot of his gym shorts he immediately slaps their hands away, and finds himself staring at you.

You huff, “Oh come on!” You whine. You look oh so disappointed, your snack was ready! How could he take it away?!

He rapidly blinks, face red as he fumbles to retie the knot. If he hadn’t woken up in a minute, he would have found his dick getting devoured.

He doesn’t know what to say. And how has no one entered the kitchen?! “L-L/N!” He whines, “D-don’t d-do that!”

You pout, “But whyy? I wanted a snack! Why you gotta take it away..” you grumble. He swallows, finding his thoughts drifting to very, very impure thoughts. He shakes his head, mentally slapping himself.

“N-no.” He managed to say, and wanting to cringe at how unserious it sounds. While the thought of doing anything with you does excite him, you’re not in the right mind. But darn the face you’re giving him is making him almost crumble.

“We can’t.” You frown, crawling onto him, and he turns redder as you straddle him. “But I wanna fuck! Please?” You beg, your bottom lip quivering.

Izuku is praying someone walks in so he doesn’t give in to you. And someone does. But oh gosh. Anyone but him. Mineta is drooling. “Fucking? Count me in!”

You frown. “Oh fuck no. Your ass? Hell no.” You hug Izuku, pushing his face into your boobs, still straddling him. “You’re not fucking him, I’m fucking him!”

Mineta sputters, looking ever so jealous at how snug Izuku’s face is, nestled in your cleavage. “Him? I want to do the dirty with you! Is this about that one time I said that one thing? I didn’t mean it!”

You glare at him, hugging Izuku tighter as he turns redder and redder. “He’s mine! Fuck off.” Mineta grumbles, and reluctantly leaves. You pull away from Izuku, his face oh so red, and look at him, so much heat in your gaze. And you whisper,

“Now where were we?”

[sapphic-agent]

How would you have redeemed Bakugou?

I'm glad you asked😈

So, this actually isn't a very hard question to answer. Bakugou should have been an easy character to redeem as a) he's young and b) he embodies everything wrong with society so as our main character resolved (or should have resolved) to change that, it should have been easy to change Bakugou along the way. Let me break it down.

Class 1A doesn't like Bakugou A big point of contention for not only Bakugou but 1A as characters is the fact that he's explicitly awful to Izuku (and them even if it isn't as bad) and half of 1A doesn't care while the other half outright admires him. Kirishima and Mina especially as a later point of both their characters is that they don't like bullies, yet they end up as part of his friend group and take his verbal abuse.

I would have kept up a general indifference/disdain for Bakugou that was showed at the beginning of the show. Kaminari (another one who ends up as part of his group unfortunately) clowning him should have been kept up the entire series, as well as Tsu pointing out how awful and annoying he is. Bakugou's attitude should have kept him ostracized from the majority of the class.

Because Kirishima is a big part of the reason Bakugou starts to change, I would keep him Bakugou's friend. But he doesn't tolerate any of Bakugou's disrespect and consistently calls him out.

Uraraka and Iida defend Izuku from Bakugou This kind of ties in to the first point, but I think Uraraka and (especially) Iida should have shown more concern. Bakugou's behavior isn't normal and I think the two of them of all people should have been aware of that. I mean, you see your friend who doesn't defend himself and looks terrified for his life being yelled at and assaulted by someone with a dangerous quirk and you don't do anything?

I feel like for who Iida is, he would look down on that and would make the effort to chew Bakugou out. Izuku's friend constantly calling something out would stress to him (and the audience) the fact that how Bakugou treats him isn't okay and shouldn't be condoned.

Aizawa chews him out Unfortunately, Aizawa has to give Izuku a hard time because that's who his character is, but he should have been just as hard (if not harder) on Bakugou. Bakugou, who has been careless with his quirk and has deliberately disobeyed his instructors. Bakugou, who threw a literal temper tantrum at the Sports Festival. Bakugou, whose actions put fellow classmates in danger.

I've said this before, but it's so insane to me that he consistently sticks up for Bakugou while actively talking down to Izuku. You would think that Bakugou would be the kind of hero Aizawa hates.

He loses to Todoroki (or Uraraka or Shinsou) Him losing would be the start to him having to deal with failure. He should have been humbled this early in the show. It would have also been a great segway into him learning that saving people should be a hero's top priority, not being the best. Winning isn't everything and it should be the last thing on a hero's mind.

And I know the whole point in canon is that he didn't get to win the way he wanted to, but that doesn't negate the fact that he still won and was regarded at the best in 1A.

His actions at the Sports Festival turn pros away Idk about anyone else, but I would not want a walking PR liability nightmare in my agency. He threw a temper tantrum on live television. He attacked his unconscious, defenseless opponent and had to be knocked out. Why on Earth was he still given so many offers (over 3,000 is beyond ridiculous, I would even say Todoroki's number was dumb too)? And the fact that Tokoyami and Iida were given way less offers is just insulting, they got third place.

This would have been a good time to stress that his actions have consequences and that he can't do and say whatever he wants and still get everything.

The fact that everyone- students, teachers, and pros- are so desensitized to his attitude and behavior is extremely concerning (especially for the teachers and pros).

Best Jeanist teaches him more I appreciate Best Jeanist's efforts, but let's be real he focused way too much on Bakugou's style. I give him leeway because he isn't a teacher (and still did way better than Aizawa), but Bakugou needed a reality check. He should have been more focused on teaching Bakugou and telling him why his attitude needed to change.

(He also should have been kept around for the work studies. Bakugou didn't spend nearly enough time with him. And why is it that the only adult who genuinely wanted Bakugou to be better past getting stronger the one who had to "die" and disappear? Any other hero could have been used and it wouldn't have changed anything)

Bakugou doesn't pass the final exam This has been said a lot so I won't go into how he passed and Sero didn't, but the fact that his actions here went completely unchecked is disgusting. He was deliberately uncooperative and assaulted his teammate and somehow still passed? Excuse me? Aizawa has expelled students for less, but Bakugou didn't immediately fail? Anyone else would have been suspended at the very least.

Bakugou needs to be held to the same standard as everyone else. Giving him special treatment just enables his terrible behavior.

Aizawa actually admits fault in allowing Bakugou's behavior to go unchecked and actually makes good on his promise to fix it The fact that Aizawa spent that press conference deflecting from the actual issue is extremely annoying. Yeah, Bakugou works hard. So do all your students and you're not singing their praises. Not a word about Izuku who literally works out during class whenever he can. Not a word about Uraraka who learned hand-to-hand combat.

That all means squat diddly when Bakugou has repeatedly broken rules and received less than a slap on the wrist for it. Using how hard he works as an excuse is a copout, especially when it was his own actions that got him kidnapped in the first place. He knew he wasn't supposed to confront the LOV and insisted on it anyway.

Todoroki doesn't fail the provisional licensing exam For once, Bakugou has to face the full consequences of his actions on his own. And this is where he really starts to ponder if Best Jeanist was right and that his behavior isn't becoming of a hero. If everyone else passed and he didn't, doesn't that mean that he really is doing something wrong?

(Personally, I would make it so that he would have to try against in his second year, but that's subjective)

Bakugou doesn't get to know about OFA Instead of rewarding his terrible behavior, All Might should have given him a reality check. That being strong isn't what makes a hero. That Izuku earned One For All because of his heart. That the toxic ambition that Bakugou has is what helped shape Endeavor into a monster (let's pretend he knows about the Todorokis) and that he's going down the same road.

And this would be the turning point for Bakugou. What makes him stop and look at himself in the mirror and realize that he doesn't want to end up like that. That he doesn't want to be a monster.

And that's when everything I mentioned before finally clicks for him. This is where Bakugou really starts to change, and not because he forced his way into knowing a secret that was none of his business. But because he's being forced to realize that his actions aren't hero material.

This is where Bakugou begins to actually put in the effort to change. Not to get him what he wants, but because it's the right thing to do.

(None of that save to win bullshit)

Small, but meaningful changes Bakugou begins to be more mindful of his behavior. It's nothing big, but he makes an effort to stop insulting his classmates. If he starts, he stops himself. If he does, he owns up to it and apologizes.

He drops the shitty nicknames and starts to show the bare minimum of respect towards his classmates. He leaves Izuku alone. He takes it upon himself to go to Aizawa (not that I think canon Aizawa would be much help, but let's pretend for the sake of this) and ask how he can improve. He makes the genuine effort to change and improve. He actually gets better.

Accountability Bakugou confesses what he did to Izuku to Kirishima. Kirishima is rightfully upset and chews him out, but understands that Bakugou is genuinely trying to change. He tells him that he needs to find a way to apologize.

And Bakugou does. He apologizes to Izuku privately and owns up to everything. Not just in Aldera, but everything that happened in UA too. He shows actual remorse and sincerity, no excuses or reasons and no sugarcoating. Just a real apology owning up to the fact that there was no justification or logic behind his behavior and a promise that he will be better.

And Izuku thanks him. He doesn't accept or refuse it, he just says thank you.

1A somehow overhears. And Izuku's friends give Bakugou a piece of their mind. The rest of the class is rightfully horrified and upset. This leads to Bakugou being even further ostracized from the class (they aren't mean to him or anything, but they don't like to be around him).

Save to Save Bakugou's arc comes to completion when he risks his life to save someone. Not Izuku, just someone, anyone. Someone who needed to be saved. It isn't even during the PLA War or any other significant event, it's a random occurrence. He doesn't think about it, his body just moves. He saves that person successfully, and then collapses from his injuries.

Maybe he lives, maybe he dies. Who knows? That's not the important thing. What's important is that it signifies that he really did change by willingly giving up his chance of being the #1 to do the right thing.

That is how I would have redeemed Katsuki Bakugou.

[yuh-l8t]

I’m bored and I wanna publish smt SO HERE WE GO STRAP ON IN MY LIL NUGGETS (what I’m gonna call my followers now) WERE GOIN ON A ROLLERCOASTER

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Kirishima head cannon bc why not

Kirishima as a tattoo artist:

-he would tell his clients all ab u

-he would have several badass sleeves of tattoos on his arm w a cute cat and ofc your name bc you both know for a fact that you aren’t breaking up any time at all

-honestly I think that he would look really mean and intimidating (naturally) but as soon as he stops by the tea shop or coffee shop or A shop (for all u picky people) the employee at the front would be so nervous until he starts talking then he’s all dandelions an flowers :)

-if you ask him to give you a tattoo for the first time bc you want one (or not ur choice idk 🤷🏽‍♀️) he constantly asks you if your okay after the first line and he always checks up on you and gives you whatever u want after

Kirishima as a boxer

-he loves to tell you ALLLLLLLL about his scars and the stories

-ofc his hands are gonna be calloused he works out too much

-you absolutely loveeeeee it when he puts his hair in a man bun bc OMFGGGGGGGGGGG ( ISTG IF HES WEARING A MAN BUN ROUND ME AND HE TELLS ME TO BARK OR SUM SHIT IMMA DO IT) ((in all seriousness tho I wouldn’t just do that for anyone(not with out money anyways) lol ))

-for my plumpy peps (I am plumpy don’t worry) HE LOVEEEESSSSSSSSS your muffin top and your thighs and how it jiggles bc it’s jiggly hehehehehe ( he is a literal child istg)

-My skinny peps don’t worry I got u too he loves how small you look compared to him it makes him a lil dissy (maybe too dissy)

-my tall people (I cannot relate I am short af) he hates when you tease him for being short ( he secretly loves it and adores it)

-annnnnnd my short people I’m here w u he loves how you throw lil punches at him ( unless you strong like ox then you throw a punch to his stomach and he’ll be complaining for a week)

TBH I’m probably gonna finish this in a lil bit or add to it later

ANY WHO HAVE A GOOD ONE MUNCHKINS HEHEHHEHE

[shinozaki-ayumi]

Ok I'm just going to post it lol.

I’ve had this theory about Dead Patient (but I guess now Darkness Distortion too) for ages, but I always felt it was too insane and I was just coping. BUT I finally saw someone on Twitter make a similar connection so I feel comfortable enough to put it out there now.

All my thoughts under the cut! Will contain some spoilers for Blood Drive and Dead Patient if you are new to the series and want to avoid those.

First, regarding Dead Patient:

So I've basically always had this theory that Ayame Itou might somehow actually be Ayumi inside her own Nirvana experiencing amnesia, and that her Nirvana took the shape of a hospital because… idk. I guess because she’s been effectively disabled since the end of Blood Drive and probably has to be in the hospital more often? If I’m remembering correctly, Yoshiki mentions in the Dead Patient drama CD that he has to bring Ayumi to the hospital, so maybe it’s the same one?

Either way it was a very incomplete “theory” and more something I thought up because it would be a fun fic idea lmao. DP isn't finished so there isn't really enough material to build a theory off of; I was mostly going off of their names sounding familiar, the amnesia thing, and the fact that the very first thing we see in DP is a catatonic Ayumi, implying that she is relevant to the story somehow. But I looked a bit more into it and there are a few things here and there that I’ve had some fun theorizing about, even if it's a stretch.

#1: This limited edition alternative costume for Ayame. They could’ve picked any character, but they picked Ayumi (this is a massive stretch, I just thought it was neat and could potentially carry some hints under the guise of a meaningless costume).

#2: The way Ayame’s name is written in hiragana, not kanji. This is pretty uncommon in Corpse Party characters. The vast majority of them use kanji -- except Sachiko (サチコ), Yoshikazu (ヨシカズ), and Yoshie (ヨシヱ), whose names are written in katakana; and Sayaka (さやか) and Ayumi (あゆみ), whose names are in hiragana. Again also a stretch, but an interesting correlation given how their names already sound similar.

And #3: This aspect of Ayame’s background, which is left pretty vague. Since this is a fan wiki I double-checked their source and it does say this in official material. The vagueness of it is obviously meant to correlate to Ayame’s amnesia, but it also leaves it open to the interpretation that maybe an amnesiac Ayumi has trauma-informed responses to these things due to her experiences in HH (even if she doesn’t remember it concretely).

Either way I didn’t really expect this idea to hold any ground and mostly put it away in the back of my mind as a silly thing to build my own post-Blood Drive headcanons with. Certain inconsistencies also existed that made me believe it wasn't possible and I was just looking into it too much (e.g., Ayame's last name is Itou, which both looks and sounds nothing like Shinozaki, so the name similarity point kind of falls off track).

Now, with Darkness Distortion:

We have another character named "Ayame." The ritual/curse in Darkness Distortion is called Ayame's Mercy. In general, people are under the impression that the girl in a wheelchair seen in promotional material is Ayame. I mean, this part of the trailer probably all but confirms that:

Ayumi is also in a wheelchair as of the end of Blood Drive/beginning of Dead Patient:

This time around, the name comparison also holds a bit more value, I think. Darkness Distortion's Ayame's full name is Ayame Kirishima. Someone I follow on Twitter pointed something out about how this new name sounds:

Translation: “I’m saying this very quietly, but, if ‘Ayame-san’ is ‘Ayumi,’ then wouldn’t her surname(?), ‘Kirishima,’ become ‘Kishinuma’?”

We know that Yoshiki is basically Ayumi's caretaker post-Blood Drive (or at least becomes her caretaker sometime between the end of Blood Drive and the start of Dead Patient) and she presumably lives with him. So I suppose it wouldn't be entirely unbelievable that an only semi-conscious or amnesia-riddled Ayumi would latch onto his name as a form of self-identification or just genuinely mistake it for her own?

The question obviously remains whether Ayame Ito and Ayame Kirishima are the same character. I don't really think it's just a coincidence they have the same first name and the setting is a hospital again. The Ayumi connection is questionable, but after getting more thoroughly reacquainted with Blood Drive (I hadn't played it since it came out 10 years ago. Oops) I feel like it's not entirely crazy to think Ayumi could have manifested her own Nirvana like Sachiko did. Maybe Ayame Ito and Ayame Kirishima function similarly to the White Sachiko and Red Sachiko in Blood Covered? (i.e., two separate manifestations of the same soul representing different emotions).

Idk. I don't expect any of this to be true lol. But it's fun to theorize while we wait for real answers.

[winxanity-ii]

TENSION

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You, originally a general course student, had always admired the aura surrounding Class 1-A of U.A. High School.

It was during the Sports Festival that you got a chance to showcase your unique quirk, "Mirror Sync," that allowed you to mimic and amplify any quirk you'd previously seen.

The spectacle of your powers stunned the audience and left Class 1-A speechless, well, except for your classmates in the general course. They'd seen your capabilities during your Quirk Apprehension Test and rooted for you to claim a spot in the prestigious hero course, which you did.

And surprisingly, making the move to the hero course was easier than you'd anticipated. You'd expected to be an outsider, but instead, you were welcomed with open arms.

Perhaps it was because you were all bound by the same dream—to become a hero.

Still, you found yourself gravitating towards a specific group: the Deku Squad.

Midoriya Izuku, especially, became a close friend. He was like a human encyclopedia when it came to heroes, and the two of you clicked instantly.

Your conversations would often start casually, perhaps over some notebook sketches of hero moves or a quick discussion about the latest daring escapades of pro heroes you both admired.

"Hey, have you seen Ingenium's new move? It's amazing!" you'd often start, and that would be enough to set off an hours-long conversation, discussions that made time fly and hearts soar. The two of you would delve into the physics of quirks, the ethics of heroism, and sometimes, personal stories and ambitions.

During one late-night chat, you'd even opened up to him about your shyness, how you often felt crippled by a fear of rejection. Izuku's eyes had widened, and then he'd laughed, a warm, understanding chuckle. "You too? I totally get it," he'd said, and in that moment, you knew you'd found a kindred spirit.

Ah, yes. The good old days. Since then, life in Hero Course 3-A was mostly routine, with the regular bouts of chaos here and there, courtesy of villain attacks and challenging training sessions.

Today was no different. It was lunchtime, and the Deku Squad was getting ready to head to the cafeteria.

Uraraka floated a few things into her bag and smiled. "Ready to head to lunch?"

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Go ahead, I need to grab my bento from my bag real quick."

"Sure thing!" Iida chimed in, "We shall secure a table fit for heroes-in-training!"

You laughed at Iida's usual flair for the dramatic as they walked out, each of them offering you a smile and wave of reassurance. Alone in the classroom, you took a deep breath and moved towards your bag to fetch your bento.

As you leaned over, you felt your shoulder-length passion twists sway freely, momentarily obscuring your vision. Deciding it was best to keep them out of the way, you gathered the twists deftly in your hands, pulling them back into a low ponytail.

With your hair now neatly pulled back, you bent down one more time to unzip your bag and retrieve your bento, humming a tune that had been stuck in your head for days��courtesy of Izuku, of course.

Just as your hand finally grasped the bento, a shadow fell over you, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The humming ceased, as did the playful notes dancing in your mind, replaced by silence.

Looking up, you found Kirishima Eijiro standing there, blocking the sunlight streaming in through the classroom windows. A smirk played on his lips, but his eyes lacked their usual energy.

"Uh, h-hello," you stammered, clutching your bento as if it were a shield. Sweat trickled down the side of your face.

This was far from the first odd encounter with him. Ever since you’d been in 1-A, Eijiro's mood shifted in perplexing ways when it was just the two of you. He was the life of the party, a ball of positive energy around everyone else, always engaging, and supportive. But with you, his demeanor changed—his expressions turned cold, eyes that usually sparkled now clouded with an unreadable emotion.

The problem wasn't that he was necessarily cruel, but the duality made you anxious, left you questioning your worth in a way your imposter syndrome often did. Why was his kindness so universal yet so exclusive? And why did it have to exclude you? You’d often found yourself wondering what it was about you that drew out this other side of him. Was it intimidation, annoyance, or something else entirely?

This odd, unspoken tension between you and Eijiro had always lurked in the background, but you'd never had the courage to address it upfront.

Shaking your head slightly, as if trying to dispel a cloud of thoughts, you stuttered, "Y-Yes? Kirishima-kun? Did you need something?"

His smirk widened, if only just, as if your stuttering delighted him in some twisted way.

"Need? Nah. Want? Maybe..." he drawled, his eyes sharpening as they scanned your nervous form. "I'm just stuck on something, ya' know? I can't help but notice how much you seem to think you belong here," Eijiro began, a teasing edge sharpening his voice. "I mean, you have the quirk, sure. But truly, you're not fit for this, yeah?"

There was something almost hypnotic about the deep red of his irises, contrasting sharply against the harsh words he was spitting out.

"I saw your grades from the last exam. What, did you just scrape through?" He snickered, baring a sharp-toothed grin that was anything but friendly. "And let's not kid ourselves about your performance during the recent sparring sessions. Stumbling, tripping, falling flat on your face—it's like you're inventing new ways to fail."

His words felt like needles, and you could feel your eyes sting with fresh tears. You hated how spot-on he was—how he aimed precisely at your insecurities. Overwhelmed, your gaze fell away from him; you tried to look anywhere but those judgmental eyes.

That was a mistake.

Feeling a swift jerk on your ponytail, your head tilted back to face him. "Who told you to look away?" Eijiro sneered, his grip on your hair unyielding.

The disparity in your heights became glaringly obvious; your eyes, now watery, could barely meet his. "You can't even face me while I talk to you? No wonder you're struggling in this course," Eijiro added, keeping up his barrage of taunts. Your mouth opened, as if to defend yourself or maybe even say something snarky back, but before you could get the words out, he stepped even closer to you. His body pressed against yours, cornering you against the desk. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out all other sounds.

Your senses flooded with his presence—his scent, his warmth—and you felt a heat creep into your cheeks. You placed your hands on his chest in a feeble attempt to put some distance between you two. But his shirt felt thin against his rock-hard muscles, and he didn't budge an inch, holding you firmly in place.

His nearness was intoxicating, your mind swirled, and for a brief moment, you felt almost dizzy.

But before you could fully grapple with this complicated tangle of emotions, Eijiro suddenly yanked your ponytail harder, snapping your attention back to the uncomfortable reality.

A whine slipped through your lips involuntarily, and a tear broke free, streaking down your cheek. Your face turned even redder from the combination of the pain and the embarrassment.

With a smirk that was almost wolfish, he leaned in close, his nose gently grazing your damp cheek in a gesture so intimate it made your heart pound erratically in your chest.

The dissonance between his actions and his previous harsh words disoriented you, and you were lost in the labyrinth of his mixed signals.

"I'm not sure if it's unmanly of me," he began, leaning back to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your lips to puff out into an exaggerated pout, "but I really like seeing you cry."

You were still processing the weight of his words, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and indignation, when a knock sounded at the door. Eijiro's eyes flicked to the entrance, and so did yours.

Bakugo Katsuki was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze as piercing as ever.

"What's taking so long, Shitty-Hair?" Katsuki's voice was tinged with both irritation and a certain kind of interest that you couldn't quite place.

Rather than responding, Eijiro shifted to the side, giving Katsuki a full view of your pouted lips and flushed face. Katsuki's eyes seemed to rake over you, lingering just a tad longer than you'd expect. A scoff that bordered on a chuckle escaped his lips.

As he turned to leave, he paused to glance back over his shoulder at Eijiro.

"You better not take all day, Shitty-Hair." The weight of his gaze met Eijiro's, filled with an implicit promise—or perhaps a warning—before he strides away.

The atmosphere became even more electrified, tension hanging like a thick fog.

As the door swung shut behind Katsuki, he couldn't help but shout over his shoulder, directed toward the fading chorus of complaints coming from down the hall. "Quit whining! I'm coming!" The annoyance in his voice was clear, but it was tinged with a familiarity that could only exist within their tight-knit group.

Before the door had a chance to latch shut, a whirlwind of pink and black burst into the room. Mina, eyes wide with anticipation and a lively grin on her face, ignored Katsuki's growled warning and tumbled inside. Her gaze ping-ponged from Eijiro to you, and then back again. "Kirishima, what's taking you so—"

Her words sputtered to a stop as she registered your appearance—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and tear tracks still shimmering on your skin. Her eyes rounded with concern, the earlier ebullience vanishing in an instant. "Hey, are you okay?"

It was like Eijiro flipped a switch inside him, so swift and complete was his transformation.

The challenging gleam in his eyes softened to something warmer, more vulnerable. The tilt of his lips shifted from a smug, controlling curve to a gentle, almost shy smile. Even the space he'd previously claimed, so close and confining, opened up as he took a small step back, allowing you room to breathe.

"Ah, well, you see," he began, his voice shifting from its earlier confident timbre to something softer, tinged with regret. "She laid it all on the line, wore her heart on her sleeve, ya know? And I—well, I had to let her down. But we're talking it through, right?"

Mina's eyes seemed to widen even more, if that was possible. Her lips, painted a lively shade of pink that matched her hair, turned down in a pout. She looked like she was gearing up to give Eijiro a piece of her mind, to defend your honor perhaps, but he cut her off before she could gather steam.

"You know what? Forget it," he suddenly interjected, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment as if he were searching for something. "I've changed my mind. I accept your confession."

The moment Eijiro's words settled in the air, a shrill ring punctuated the tension, signaling the end of lunch. You felt your eyes widen, your pulse quickening in a blend of horror and disbelief. Before you could even process the whirlpool of emotions engulfing you, Mina leapt into the air with a squeal of delight.

"He said yes! She said yes!" She whooped, dashing out of the room to announce your 'new relationship' to the rest of the Bakusquad drifting back from lunch. Her voice echoed down the hall, the enthusiasm infectious enough to stir a chorus of cheers and laughter in response.

You were catatonic, a statue frozen in time, even as you felt Eijiro's arm wrap securely around your waist. The physical connection snapped you back to reality, but the emotions still swirled—bewilderment, trepidation, and a touch of excitement, a tangled mess that left you dizzy.

As your classmates returned from lunch, Eijiro's arm, which had been wrapped around your waist, lessened its grip. He was soon tugged away by the returning Bakusquad, eager to question him about the sudden turn of events. You barely noticed his departure, still stuck in a sort of emotional limbo.

As you stood there, a presence quietly sidled up next to you. It was Izuku, his notebook clutched in one hand as if he'd spent his lunch jotting down hero strategies. His green eyes met yours, a curious blend of surprise and inquiry filling them.

Across the room, Denki and Sero had already taken it upon themselves to mercilessly tease Eijiro about his sudden "girlfriend." Their laughter and jibes filled the room, creating a surreal atmosphere that had you questioning if this was reality or just another complicated layer of some daydream.

Your eyes locked onto Eijiro's for just a moment. He tilted his head, and there it was—a self-satisfied smirk that morphed seamlessly into his standard, friendly grin as his eyes flicked to his teasing friends and back to you.

Izuku cleared his throat, bringing your focus back to him. "Wow, you and Kirishima-kun, huh? Who would've thought."

Your mouth moved, but the words came out as an incoherent mumble, barely louder than a whisper. You finally managed to eke out, "...Me neither."

[bnhaobservation]

What did Enji mean when he said he had to put on airs to keep that ugly heart of his from falling to pieces? Idk if it's just me or the translation, but I really struggled to understand what he meant exactly 😭

Well, I'm not Horikoshi but I can try to help here...

The scene you're talking about is this one...

The exact quote is:

'Kojishite inakereba tamotenu teido no minikui kokoro wo’ 「誇示していなければ保てぬ程度の醜い心を」 “If you're not showing off/making a display (of strenght)/putting on airs you can’t keep/preserve/sustain your ugly/unsightly heart/mind/core whole”

Let's now put the sentence into its context.

The sentence is said in the contest of discussing of Enji's weakness.

I've theorised in another post that Enji's problem/weakness, which put him in stark contrast with All Might and Midoriya is that he doesn't have an instinct that spurred him to action when a Hero was needed.

Midoriya, weak and helpless, jumped in action when he saw Bakugo being captured by the sludge Villain and All Might basically said this was the sign he could become a Hero.

We know All Might too, despite being Quirkless, at the beginning went around trying to deal with Villains.

Enji instead is shown watching the scene when his father get killed as the text complains about him being indecisive.

'Omae no seirai no yowasa wo abaki dashi miru ni taenai guzu e to hikizuri oroshita’ 「おまえの生来の弱さを曝き出し見るに堪えない愚図へと引きずり下ろした」 “Your innate/natural weaknesses was exposed and I can’t bear to look at how you were dragged down into an indecisive person.”

So, I think the idea is that Enji view his heart ('kokoro' 心 which can also mean "mind/core") is ugly because he's undecisive (and therefore didn't jump into action showing he didn't have an inborn Hero spirit), he's envious of who has it, and feels inferior.

He basically had the same fear Kirishima had, only he never truly overcome it in a healthy positive way like instead Kirishima was able to make (see chap 144). Kirishima decides to live a life in which he will have no regrets. He accepts he felt fear, that he might feel fear again but works on continuing to act in such a way that won't make him feel regrets because feeling regrets is worse than dying.

Enji just rages against himself. He can't accept he didn't act, that he felt fear, he hides it to himself and the others and therefore, put on airs, and therefore never truly overcomes his own weakness and continue to be plagued by it.

There's to say Kirishima's indeciveness didn't lead anyone to die and he could apologize to the people he didn't help, never mentioning hearing Crimson Riot, his idol, speaking about how he too fails, how he too feels fear but overcame it, helped him to realize things, while Enji lost his father and the girl his father was trying to save died as well and might not have had anyone helping him to cope with such feelings so he might have never overcome that whole thing.

Enji reached his position through effort (Endeavor) not natural born talent/Hero instinct and tried to excuse his own weakness by saying it was a matter of physical strength, that who's strong wouldn't be indecisive, hence his pursuit of strength.

So why he has to show off/make a display/put on airs?

Psychologically speaking that's a mechanism many people who feel inferior use. By putting on a mask and acting as if they feel superior of others, they think they hide how they feel indeed inferior.

A confident person doesn't need to put on airs, they know they are strong, brave, whatever or, anyway, think they're right the way they are. They're okay with themselves.

But who feels inferior and hates it might not want others (and, in a way, himself) to realize and so he tries to hide it by acting as if they weren't.

So basically the sentence you're asking about, in my opinion means that he's putting on airs to hide from others the fact he doesn't perceive himself as strong and brave as All Might.

Of course I might be wrong, I'm not Horikoshi and my knowledge of Japanese is risible so take all this with a huge grain of salt.

Still I hope it'll help! Thank you for your ask!

[cartoonrival]

Maybe this doesn't count but days ago when you posted abt krbk i remember how i miss kirishima so much and their friendship djdjd they still haunt me, anyway do you have any analysis or though on them or kr? I don't have much except that i love that rock boy he's so darling and sparks joy to me but also i wanna see him mad, and snap and have his patience tested dunno i love how kr is a libra and has his thing with the "earth" element unbreakable quirk and bkg is a taurus with his whole explosions etc idk, im sorry if this got too long

edit after i wrote like 4 paragraphs of this post: this is like 1 mil disjointed thoughts abt kirishima and krbk its not structured at all and most of it is really loosely related. anyways >

first off this slides presentation was like the bible to 15 year old me. please keep in mind its a relic from 2017 or something. the only reason i still even have access to it is because i still use the same gmail lol. if whoever made that ppt found out i was posting about it they'd probably shoot me in the head. so im sorry for that. but its an important piece of history. For Me. it has alllll the staples of anime shipper copium so its a valuable relic.

i'm at a point where im too balls deep in krbk because ive been obsessed w them since i was a freshman in highschool that i have a hard time determining what is and isn't a stretch. i stand by most of the takes i had about bnha when i was younger but i also recognize that a lot of my reads of the characters are colored by whatever i cooked up back then. like how people forget what the source material is like cuz theyre fanon poisoned except instead of fanon its the takes of a single 15 year old who had an ego about doing well in english class. all of this to say that slides copium aside i am really really certain kirishima is gay coded but i can't tell if im saying that because its true or because i've been reading him as gay for almost 6 years.

anyways actual post instead of preface. kirishima is ultimately a tertiary character and he gets increasingly irrelevant as the series goes on which PISSES ME THE HELL OFF cuz he's my special boy. ultimately his plot relevance was almost entirely an immediate result of his closeness to bakugou; the overhaul arc is the first and kind of only major moment he has to stand On His Own (meaning as his own person rather than Bakugou's Best Friend), but even then his relationship with bakugou still plays a decent role. bakugou has been critical to the development of kirishima's self esteem to the point where "stupid strong" is something he thinks about to conjure the strength he needs to survive a hopeless situation.

side note, i really love the overhaul arc its one of my ult faves probably second only to kamino, but i think the anime really dropped the ball SPECIFICALLY HERE and i think about this all the time

^ so a big part of the fight w rappa was that kirishima goes in thinking he;s kinda lame. like that's whats at the core of this arc for kirishima, he thinks his quirk is lame and he thinks he's worse than all his classmates and hes always sort of been a coward when it came down to it and since coming to ua every instance of brashness and bravery has been fully conscious and intentional as he forces himself out of his shell to become who he wants to be. and overhaul is the Moment where that confidence and strength is being put to the test, without his classmates to lean on.

and he LOSES against rappa. its a fucked up matchup and he loses because his quirk is defensive and fatgum's quirk is defensive and rappa's quirk is the perfect opposite. but rappa is still impressed by him and he compliments him and shows fat where he can patch kirishima up. the core of rappa's reaction is that kirishima is a KID. this kid is 15 and he put up a hell of a good fight and i know he's gonna kick ass someday! that day isn't today but that doesn't mean he sucks! and having that dumbass smirk that the anime gave him just dodges that completely compared to the bleeding broken look in the manga. he LOST. he almost DIED because he wasn't strong enough and he is aware of that? he puts on a brave face and isn't entirely disappointed in himself but at the same time he. couldn't. whatever. he got back to the dorms and told mina he still had a long way to go. whatever i don't care.

anwyays ive said it before but i think it really reallyblows that krbk gets not even sidelined but basically forgotten cuz bakugou having like. a comfortable friendship is so wildly important and it's like the major reason he was able to grow enough to get to the point he's eventually at with deku. like most of baku's character development is not a direct result of interactions with deku it's the broadstroke result of interactions with ua as a whole, and kirishima "only person who bakugou views as his equal for no apparent reason other than he's gutsy and fun to be around" eijirou is pretty explicitly the centerpiece of that. he;s the first person to reach out to bakugou and bakugou actually reaches back. like their relationship is something genuinely good and its safe and its happy and with the insane turmoil of (im gonna use bakudeku as a unit term as i am wont to do but yk its platonic) bkdk that's like!! really important to me!!! especially with a story that takes a lot of care to run the casual silly teenager antics parallel to the superhero shit, i find the fact that bakugou has this sort of weird and stupid and embarrassing first crush thing happening w this loud and sweetie pie dude w stupid ass hair to be soooooooooooooo charming and fitting and awesome. it makes the story better! to me!

literally one of my fave faaaave things abt bnha is the care taken to like. make u feel engaged w the supporting cast and like reminding u that theyre individual people with personalities and likes and dislikes and relationships with each other and close friends and whatever. the fucking!!! room tours literally just to show everyone's decoration tastes and cute little interactions between characters and hearing their opinions on each other and stuff!! kaminari plays with ojirous tail during class! kirishima wears a bandana around his head at the end of the day because the hairspray doesn't hold as well and his hair starts flopping! the teachers do karaoke and ectoplasm can make more clones after a few drinks! and because that whole backdrop is built up with so much care, the idea that yes they are risking their lives and the world is falling apart, they're also still HIGH SCHOOLERS and they are still acting like it. so bkaugou's relationships outside of deku are reaaaally important to me because like. yes bkdk is the relationship the story is built around but the gradual building of relationships with his classmates is also important, relationships that are normal and relaxed and built on something other than 15 years of ego and competition and jealousy and admiration and hate and ego again. yk??????

^this is kind of why making a bnha comic has been appealing to me lately i just think their stupid antics are soooo cute and the fact that the story directly gives attention to that aspect of their lives is rly valuable to me ..... anyways Kirishima is a hero who is popular amongst men -_- This keeps me going

[luffythinker]

IM ON A PROTOTYPE MHA KICK and i need to talk to someone about it and i know you'll care about my hyperfixation.

This is out of context i know but im trying to get you up to speed on what im talking about though i feel like your gonna be reading all this going "huh" cause i didn't explain it to you correctly but bare with me pleasE? i wanna scream

I LOVE THIS POST SO MUCH FOR EXPLAINING THIS its so interesting Prototype Deku's name is Akatani Mikumo and the prototype Bakugo nicknamed him based on recklessness Yamikumo -> dark cloud HBHJ BHJ GHHGG im in love with this

But lets take it from the top of what im thinking sort of AU sort of two parted thing. Also this twitter thread is sooooo good too just explaining the one shots Hori did before MHA but it's mostly just feels like Shigarki and Deku in other lives

and this thread showing all the prototype designs not expecting you to read them all in one sitting but i did bc im insane.

Lets just get into the prototypes im sorry im just gonna talk jvktngjk im crazy right now in this sort of AU world?

SO Yamikumo (Deku)

He's like everything Deku is not, i see him as a coward because in the oneshot "Black Milk" one of Hori's friends did where they used this design to make a bad guy once he saw that he was losing after he threw a car off a highway he tried to run and became afraid

I think despite being a coward is personality is that of - if he's helping so one he's also ridiculing them for being too weak to do it themself yet he's here! standing up and helping them, that kind of personality cause in that post it explains that Bakugo nicknames him Yamikumo for being reckless, i like to imagine he says he doesn't want to help but he does it anyway/ends up helping people cause he can't stand the sight of someone in danger so Bakugo calls him reckless cause he always jumps in without a plan a opposite to Deku almost cause Deku does think things through sometimes but Deku is reckless Yamikumo is reckless in almost the same way.

LETS talk about Bakugo now,

So his name is Gougou in the prototype, Bakugo Gougou, the way it explains his personality sounds to me almost like Senku and that's insane to me, the dynamic between Bakugo and Deku is so different like "natural born genius who inadvertently insults people" he's proud about his intelligence and he can back it up he isn't being rude from his perspective

Which brings me to Kirishima before i talk about Uraraka

He was supposed to be a delinquent, AGAIN can you imagine the dynamic between Bakugo and Kirishima?? this fanart i enjoy this interaction, Kirishima thinking Bakugo's ego is bold but also i think they would have some semblance of a bully situationship going on, Bakugo isn't scared of him at all the way Kirishima isn't scared of regular Bakugo but i still think scenes of Kirishima Gougou exist like "WHOA HEY DONT DO THAT!" frighteningly

Delinquent Kirishima he was tired of being of no use and instead of putting on a "manly" persona he became a jerk, he doesn't want to let anything bother him and feel weak he acts like a jerk, his character arc would be him calming down like original Bakugo

Her name was going to be "Yu Takeyama" she was going to have Mt. Lady's identity and Gigantification Quirk i call her Yuraraka

by looks alone she looks like she might be involved, like she doesn't wanna associate with anyone however shes supposed to be like Mt Lady so she probably is shy and quiet but puts on a mean persona and likes to get paid the way Mt Lady originally did idk i have thoughts but they aren't all together yet.

Shes somehow YamiKumo and Gougou's friend i feel like she's moreso Gougou's friend and thinks Yamikumo is a weirdo and always says how she can agree with what Gougou is saying always putting Yamikumo down but it doesn't bother him.

Iida i think from these sketches he looks like flaunts how rich he is with the expensive looking watch on his arm but he's a bad boy? look at that wild hair and that hair growing on his chin, he's an upstart, he's arrogant he and Kirishima might clash alot be those two boys who're always fighting in class he's Kirishima's rival sort of? or maybe just a guy he doesn't like. I don't know how he feels about Yamikumo i haven't thought that far or how he would feel about Uraraka

Also what is that Cheetah mask jvtgrbfhjx

Midnight was gonna be their homeroom teacher, she looks to me like she would let a lot of things slide in the classroom since UA's like they let the teachers teach however they want, i feel like if Iida and Kirishima would start fighting she'd let them take it outside have the whole class watch and gather what they learn from this as a learning experience "NOW CLASS why did Kirishima or Iida win/lose?" and have everyone explain in front of them why they thought they won or not then have her explain what it was or agree with a classmate who got it right. she would be putting Kirishima and Iida to sleep alot cause they are rowdy

Prototype Tsu and Toru were originally dudes

their wiki say

I think Tsu might stay the same i can't imgine Tsu other way but somebody once said they think if Tsu was a man Tsu would hold a larger role in my hero and it's sad but i agree i sadly think Tsu would have more screentime if she was a dude :/ that being said i don't enjoy male Tsu for that reason i just enjoy male Tsu cause he's cute

Toru wouldn't change very much but i very high key enjoy her a girl cause i like women

Kaminari looks way too much like Mic, he pegs me as trying to hang out with Kirishima or Iida which ever one won the fight or is shown to be stronger (surround yourself with strong people and you'll never be hurt kinda of guy) and trying to be a delinquent but hes just not cut out for it not because he's too nice but he's too much of a coward with a bad attitude but the moment somebody kicks his butt he tries to be on their good side so he doesn't get hurt anymore, he underestimates himself and he's a sort of a bully that pretends to overestimate himself in front of others, i hope you get what im saying

I think Momo, her normal weight is bigger but she wants to look “beautiful” so she’s always seen as skinny using her quirk to burn all fat, i did speak to you about me and my friend's AU based off this prototype AU where i gave designs i think?? i'll talk about that another time im just spilling my mind about the design and personalities rn

Mina looks insane, i think she would be ditzy, not dumb shes really silly and she knew Kirishima in middle school they either didn't interact like canon or they used to be friends? i don't know maybe she thought they were friends but Kirishima was always jealous of her

Those are all the pictures and thoughts i have for now i hope you can grasp soemthing from this and find it as interesting as i do

omg I don't even know what to say this is so incredible ?!?! I didn't even know about all of these, just vaguely remember seeing the prototypes to deku and kirishima some time ago, but I love your analysis and input on it!!!

I gotta say I really like the prototype for Mt lady, she looked so cute!! and tsu as well, she always gave off lesbian vibes but the male prototype really looks like a butch tsu and i love it ?!?!? and form mina i love that he changed herkfkfkfkfkf this original one looks like it would be a completely different character, and i really love our cool mina

really amazing of you to put effort into all this, it's incredible 💓💓💓

[confusedpan-da]

Writing Request! Denki accidentally regressing in front of either the whole squad or just Mina and Sero

THANK YOUUU!!! <3

I got way too happy over this request lol :3

Warnings(?): distant threat of Bakugou blowing the rest of the Bakusquad up. (But he’s only mentioned here)

Also mentions of his birthday that I missed but hey, I’m here now :))

iPhone baby Kaminari entered the chat. ^^ (not a lot of talk about regression etc but idk how to label this soo)

Words: ~900

starts after the cut!

School wasn’t easy. Everyone knew this.

However this particular school day just seemed like an absolute overkill. 

Denki sighed when he finally was able to fall into his soft bed. His head was more than empty and his limbs were screaming at him to never be moved ever again. 

“Hey there!”

Oh shit.

Denki shot back up. 

“Hey Mina.”

“Come on dude, we still gotta ‘talk’”, Sero shuffled in right after Mina while doing some finger guns. 

Denki’s response could only be described as the perfect embodiment of a question mark.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?! Hello??”, Mina gasped. 

“Oh! Oh oh oh! No! I would never forget…that! The…mh.”

“Theeeee?”, Mina had now flopped herself down next to Denki onto his bed. 

“Yeah! Theeeee…. You know.”

“God just say you forgot about the surprise we are planning for Bakugou.”

“Oh That! … I knew that.”

“Yeah yeah.”, Sero rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Hey! I did! I just thought we still needed to wait for Kirishima!”

“He’s coming a bit later. S still trying to get some kind of idea out of blasty what he could possibly want.”

“Ah.”

“Are you okay?”, Sero also let himself fall onto the bed. 

“Yeah just erm eh.”

Sero squinted but didn’t push any further. 

Luckily because Denki really wasn’t in the mood for thinking right now. 

“Okayyyy! Sadly we”, Mina fake coughed to hide a little ‘you’ behind it “decided against a grand party with the whole class! Sooo what do we do? Just like ‘surprise! Here is our gift! That’s it.’ or what?!”

“Maybe? I mean that would probably be the safest option, wouldn’t it?”, Sero chuckled. 

Denki perked up. 

“We could do a… erm thingy. You know!”, he gestured wildly with his hands, trying to replicate the way his hands moved when he was playing with his Nintendo. 

Sadly the others didn’t get it.

He sighed deeply. 

“You know! The the thing! The play thing! We could do one like the whole… erm you know! Come on!”

“…You mean a gaming night or something?”

“Yesss!!!”, he bounced a little on his mattress. 

Mina only laughed.

“We can do that for your birthday but I don’t think blasty would appreciate that.”

“Why?!”

“…because I don’t want to risk losing my head.”

They all fell silent for a little bit while thinking. 

“Tha- the, you know! We, so like him and yeah could go to and-“

“Denki! Breathe! We can’t understand you!”, Sero placed a soft hand on Denki’s shoulder while laughing and Mina was smiling at him sympathetically. 

“Ah… I mean, we we could go to the thing there to…”, words sure are a…thing that exist. He again tried to just ‘sign’ what he was trying to say. 

“Uhhh I love charade! Wait wait! Speak? Type???”

Denki shook his head. 

“Erm eat! Eat! It’s eat!”

Yessss!! He nodded. 

“Ohhhh you mean going out to a restaurant or something?”

“Yes! God!”, Denki let himself fall fully into Sero and said guy just ruffled Denki’s hair and put his arms around him. 

“Poor Pikachu.”, Mina lovingly flicked his forehead. 

“Hey!”, he pouted but didn’t actually get to ponder about it too much when his eyes caught a glimpse of Sero’s handy. 

Almost automatically he stretched out his hand towards it until he got brutally ripped out of it by Mina’s voice.

“I’m just trying to get into his mindset. Okayyyy.”, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Don’t you think that would end in a kind of Gordon Ramsey episode?”

“Uh ouch, you are right.”, Sero winced playfully. 

Damn the phone slipped out of sight. 

Denki sighed dramatically. 

“Sorry sorry but all your ideas can be stuff for play dates or something.”

“Huh?”, Denki shrieked a little at the word play. 

Actually he really wanted to play something right now. Just anything. Preferably games on Sero’s phone. 

He cuddled deeper into Sero’s side, loving the body contact and clear view on the phoneee. 

“Hey, you are going to make me jealous guys!”

“Kiriii!”, Denki shrieked before schooling his whole everything again. 

His cheeks going bright red. 

“…hey Denks.”, Kirishima just huffed out before pressing himself onto the mattress as well with a loud sigh. 

“I think I messed up guys.”

“What?!”

Denki’s brain didn’t have the mental capacity to really make sense of anything right now anymore, so he just finally grabbed over Sero’s lab and reached the long desired phone. 

He squeaked silently and tried to open it. 

Locked screen.

Damn.

He shoved his elbow into Sero’s side. 

“Hey! What Are you doing with my phone mh?”, Sero ruffled through Denki’s hair again. 

“The thinggggg!”, he whined. 

How did they just expect him to know all these big words?! 

“You wanna play?”

The others laughed.

“You know what, good choice dude. The day was hard.”, Kirishima giggled. 

“Uh uh uh! I know something! Since you messed up miserably and Sparky will be here any minute now to blow our heads off, how about we just make a surprise cake tomorrow?”

“Hey! I didn’t mess up ‘miserably’, Bakubro is just way too smart!”

“No no no. You are just horrible at keeping secrets.”

“Playyy!”

“Sorry sorry.”

Finally the phone got unlocked and Denki fully locked out of anything going on around him. 

He’ll now play candy crush, thank you!