#Inko holds a dear place in my heart since she looks so much like my own mom

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I want them to have fun and watch movies together and eat chips, and do all the stuff you want to do with your crush.

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Chapter Two - Calling All Callers!

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“Your Grace, I-” You sputtered, dipping into a small curtsy, trying to show your respect to the duke’s son. The red-and-white haired man simply raised a hand, waving off the courtesy to show no harm was done.

“There is no need, Miss… Yagi.” Shouto said hesitantly. You gave him a smile and nodded.

“It really is a pleasure to meet you, but I am curious, how do you know my brother?” You ask.

“He and I studied at UA together a couple of years ago.” Izuku commented, beaming at the two of you. A bright grin sprouted across your face.

“Oh, how lovely!” You enthused. “I’ve heard wonderful things from both the critics and Izuku about that institution, people say it’s one of the finest in the country.” This earns a slim smile to spread across Shouto’s face, so thin in fact, that if one weren’t looking specifically for it they would miss it. You just happened to catch it.

“Yes, it was certainly a rewarding experience - the professors there allow a great amount of knowledge to pass through their students.” Shouto’s voice was measured and direct, matching what he was wearing. It was a handsome grey velvet suit with small gold details on the cuffs and coattails, and he had a white cravat with matching gold features. 

“Curses, would you look at the time,” Izuku mutters, in his hand a pocket watch. “I’m terribly sorry to cut this introduction short, but it is time that Y/N and I must be departing.” You shoot your brother a bewildered look.

“But Brother, it is quite early,” You noted, wanting to continue the conversation the three of you were having.

“Under normal circumstances you are indeed correct, but I’m sure you would like to be well-rested for tomorrow morning.” He says, a somewhat shyness seeping into his voice. It then suddenly clicked for you - callers. It was custom that the morning following the first ball of the season, young men would be invited into the homes of the young ladies they had an interest in, often bringing along with them gifts.

“Ah, quite right,” you say softly, the daunting events of the next morning making you a little uneased. Out of a nervous habit, you pulled your silk gloves higher on your arms - even though they were at their highest - and sighed. “Your Grace, it was lovely to meet and converse with you this evening. I do hope you excuse our early departure,” You tell Shouto, genuine disappointment in his voice. Shouto simply nodded.

“Of course, Lady Yagi. It truly was a pleasure.” You cutsied with a simper and took Izuku’s arm.

“We must get together properly, how about you come to our club?” Izuku offers.

“Indeed, that would be nice.” Shouto confirms, a hand outstretched to shake your brother’s. From there you bid your adieu and followed Izuku back to where your father was located. The carriage ride home passed by a lot quicker than you would’ve thought, your mind running rampant with questions about the duke’s son.

“Up, up, up!” You whine as you hear Mei trill about. As soon as she pulls back the curtains, the offensive light shines into your eyes causing you to squint.

“What time is it,” you groan as you arch your back into a stretch. Mei rolls her eyes and gives you a grin.

“It is time for you to get up, Miss Yagi.” She replies. You frown as you hear her address you in such a formal way.

“Mei, I’ve told you before - please call me Y/N. We’ve been friends since we were little.” 

“And I hope you remember that when you marry some rich man,” she quips, earning a stuck out tongue from you. The two of you always were in sync when you were getting ready for the day. You slip into your chemise and moisturize your hands while Mei is behind you tightening the restricting corset around your torso. Then comes the dress. “Which one, Y/N.” Mei asks, making a point to emphasize your name. You give her a smirk and turn your attention to the dresses she was holding. One of them was a pretty pale pink and had a sheer lace pattern on top while the other was a sage green with a darker green satin bow tied around.

“I don’t know…” you mumble, closely inspecting both of them. You acknowledged that both of the colors and features presented a different attitude - while pink bore a more innocent approach to society, the sage green displayed a much more mature tone.

“Personally, I love both, but I think the sage green is your winner.” A deeper but still feminine voice filtered into your room from behind you. Recognizing it immediately, a wide grin spread across your face. You turned around to find your governess from when you were young, Nemuri Kayama.

“Mrs. Kayama!” You exclaim, rushing towards the woman and enveloping her in a hug. While your actions might’ve been seen as improper by most of the public, your relationship with your governess was far different than the norm. When Inko, your mother, died, Nemuri helped to pick up the pieces. She was your father’s friend from when they were younger - happening to live right next to each other. From the raw age of eleven, Nemuri became your mother-figure and governess, teaching you how to become an integral part of society but not be quieted and coddled. She taught you to be strong.

“Y/N my dear, it’s truly been too long since the last time I saw you.” She said earnestly, returning your tight hug. “But we are on a tight schedule today - callers will be coming any moment!” Nemuri exclaimed, leading you back to Mei. “Mei, it is wonderful to see you again.” Mei brightens at the raven-haired woman’s words and smiles. 

“It’s an honor, Mrs. Kayama! And to be clear, we are going with the sage green?” Mei questioned, holding up the pretty dress. With a simple but clear nod, Nemuri allowed space for Mei to help you into your dress as she went to grab something from the basket she carried. 

“Mei, before you do her hair, I have something,” She says, walking back over to you with something wrapped in tissue paper. “For you, my dear.” Nemuri places the wrapped gift in your hand. Daintily, you peeled back the layer to reveal a stunning hair comb. Detailed with gold plated flowers, the comb fit perfectly with your outfit - in the center of each group of petals were pearls.

“Mrs. Kayama…” you say, at a loss for words. Her hands work along with Mei’s as they style your hair into an updo, letting some of the front hairs stay down to make it look more effortless. Finally, Nemuri takes the comb from your hand and nestles it into your hair.

“It was my mother’s and it would be my greatest wish for you to have it.” She says, giving you a smile through your mirror.

“I couldn’t possibly-” you start.

“Y/N. I want you to have it. I have no children, nor will I ever, but I do have you.” Nemuri rests her hands lightly on your shoulders. You bring one of yours up to touch her’s, grabbing hold of it.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Yagi, I would encourage you to settle into the parlor soon, it’s almost 11 o’clock,” A maid said from around the corner. You quickly stood and slipped on your lacy gloves and looked back to both Mei and Nemuri for a final approval of your outfit. You were greeted with encouraging smiles - all you needed to scamper off down the stairs and into the parlor. Waiting there was both your father who was reading this morning’s newspaper.

“Sorry for being a bit tardy, I was catching up with Mrs. Kayama,” you explain, settling onto one of the pristine white couches that adorned the beautiful room. Originally designed and decorated by your late mother, it was full of everything she loved. From the powder pink walls to the white detailing, the beautiful chandelier that dangled from the ceiling, and the most comfortable but chic furniture, all of it seemed to scream ‘Inko’.

“That’s quite alright darling,” he says taking a sip of his tea.

“Is Izuku off with Lady Uraraka? I remember him mentioning that he wanted to take her to the sweets shop downtown,” You mention, smoothing out the folds of your dress.

“Actually, he is-” Your father begins but is cut off by the shuffling of feet. He simply waves the conversation off, signaling that the two of you would continue it later. You, however, were scrambling to your feet in order to look presentable. In walked two of your butlers, and behind them, a group of about five young men.

“Callers for Miss Yagi?” 

And with one sentence, those four little words, your afternoon was whirled into a twister. You felt flattered, of course, but some of the young men that called for you were just so… dull. Just like at the ball the previous night, Lord Ojirou was kind but boring - his conversation going in one ear and out the other. But, to be polite, you wore a kind smile and nodded when needed. Sir Koda was incredibly shy, so you had to take the reins on your chat. It wasn’t awful, in fact, he was a rather nice man to talk to. He was even so kind hearted as to bring you two white parakeets - a gift for giving him your time. Lord Kaibara and Lord Shoda were both nice enough, each bearing expensive flowers and boxes of sweets. And finally, you were onto the worst out of the bunch. You figured that the afternoon was going nicely, a bit too nicely. Then, of course, Lord Mineta had to walk on in. While he brought along a gift that was nice enough, a pair of sheer lace gloves, he was insufferable to converse with. You made eye contact with your father several times and knew that if he could kick the young lord out, he would, but for the sake of your family’s reputation he abstained. You suppressed a sigh as your conversation with Lord Mineta took quite a serious turn, already talking about a possible engagement between the two of you.

“Oh Miss Yagi, I can see it now - you and I, a large house in the midst of the city, about ten children-”

“Ten?!” You exclaim, a nervous smile on your face as you brought out your fan.

“But of course!” Your conversation with him continued down this unfortunate path but you chose to focus on the opening door behind him to reveal your brother. You let a breath of relief flow out from you as you saw his familiar face, but it soon morphed to one of curiosity, because behind him, was Shouto Todoroki. You registered Lord Mineta continuing to drone on but your eyes stayed on the duke’s son, watching his simple mannerisms as he followed Izuku to where your father was sitting. It only took another moment for the red-and-white haired man to return your gaze. It was like a fresh rain had descended upon you - a wave of solace seemed to wash over you as your eye-contact remained, finding comfort in his heterochromatic eyes. It was broken, however, when you felt someone’s hands on top of your gloved ones. Wrenching your head back quickly to the man, if you could even call him that, in front of you, you started to feel a light panic rise within you. What on Earth am I doing entertaining this guy? Like hell would I ever become engaged to a man like him, you thought.

“As I was saying, Lady Yagi, I was mentioning how it would be more than kind of you to join me to promenade tomorrow - perhaps noon?” Lord Mineta said, a sickening smirk spreading across his face. You glanced over at Shouto to see he was still looking at you and flashed him a look of desperation.

“I, umm, that is very kind of you Lord Mineta, however I find myself occupied tomorrow.” You say, trying to find any excuse to get out of the situation he hopes to find the two of you in.

“That is curious because I remember talking to the other callers you so selflessly entertained and they mentioned nothing about making plans with you,” Damn, he caught me in a lie. I am surely in for it now.

“That’s because I have made plans with Lady Yagi.” A cool tone graced the room and you turned your head to look up at the speaker. Shouto stood next to you and looked at Lord Mineta with indifference in his expression, but pure confidence flickered in his eyes.

“O-Of course Your Grace!” Lord Mineta stuttered, letting go of your hands. You quickly returned your hands to your side, accidentally brushing one across Shouto’s sleeve. “If you would excuse me, I have some business to attend to! Lovely, of course, to chat with you Miss Yagi.” He says and walks quickly out of the room. As soon as the doors were shut, you sighed with relief and turned to face Shouto.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” you confess, giving him a tired smile. “I don’t intend to be rude, but Lord Mineta was-”

“He was incredibly inappropriate and completely mindless.” He says. The bluntness of his words made you laugh, even causing you to bend over a bit.

“Nicely put, Your Grace.” You compliment, amusement still leaking from your voice. He gives you a small smile. “Were you and Izuku at our family’s club? I hope everything was to your satisfaction,” You comment, inviting him to take a seat next to you on the couch. He takes your offer and settles down beside you.

“It was very pleasant indeed, your family was kind enough to provide me with the finest of activities there.” He confirms. You grin and discard your gloves, wanting to rid Lord Mineta’s presence from your memory. You don’t realize, being too preoccupied with the lacy accessories, but his breath hitched a bit at your casual actions.

“I normally don’t get to go, it being a gentleman’s place and all,” you say as you arrange the gloves by your side, “but on special occasions when it’s closed I do love to go horseback riding there. The paths and roads there are always brimming with beauty.” You look back to him.

“Unfortunately I wasn’t able to partake in such recreations, perhaps I shall take a ride another time.” Shouto says.

“I’m sure my brother would love to take you, he absolutely adores his horse but don’t tell anyone I told you that.” You snicker, eyeing Izuku to make sure he wasn’t listening. It seemed to be that he was very absorbed in a conversation with your father, one that he started the moment he walked into the parlor.

“Well, if things go according to plan for Izuku, I do believe he will have less opportunities to give his time to his friends.” Shouto says, a warmer tone to his voice. It took a moment to connect the dots, but your face lit up when it did.

“Is he asking father to permit him to propose to Lady Uraraka?!” You whisper-squeal, your head drifting closer to Shouto’s.

“Indeed,” He whispers back, his smile beginning to widen.

“Well, if he’s too busy to accompany you, I wouldn’t mind doing so.” You say softly, your eyes flicking back to his. Noticing the not-so-far distance between the two of you, you lean back and blush. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, showing nothing to insinuate that he was uncomfortable.

“That would be nice, Miss Yagi.” You think a bit at how he addresses you and smiles.

“Please, Your Grace, call me Y/N. You see, whenever I do an activity with another whether it be picnicking, eating flavored ice, or horseback riding, I consider them my friend. And as my friend, I prefer to be called by my first name.” You say confidently. You can see Shouto clearly process your words and he in turn gives you a soft smile.

“If I am to call you Y/N, then if you wouldn’t mind, I would like you to call me Shouto.” For some reason, butterflies seemed to take flight in your chest when he said those words to you - like your soul had told you that this moment was one to remember.

“Alright then, Shouto.” You quip, a sly grin donning your face.

“How about tomorrow then?” He suggests quickly. You sit back, stunned a bit as his eagerness.

“Huh?” You say shocked.

“Well I did say that I had plans with you tomorrow,” His voice seemed to become a bit more shy as he explained himself, but still held steady. Recalling your interaction from earlier, you laugh a bit and nod.

“Yes, you certainly did. Tomorrow should do splendidly.” You assure him.

“Thank you Father! Thank you!” Your brother’s shouts of excitement pulled you from your conversation with the duke’s son and towards Izuku.

“What? What happened?” You stand up and rush over to your father and brother. Izuku seemed to have a sparkle in his eye, and wait, was that a tear?

“Tomorrow I will be proposing to Lady Uraraka.” He says breathlessly. You let out a shriek of excitement and wrap your arms around him, giving him a bone crushing hug.

“Izuku, that’s wonderful!” You shout with glee. The two of you spin around a bit and you were stationary enough to catch Shouto’s eye, a look of happiness spread across his face.

“Sorry, we can be kind of an energetic family,” You laugh, straightening your dress back out. He, to your surprise, chuckles.

“No, no, I’m not bothered by any means.” He replies. Shouto checks his pocket watch and sighs, regretfully looking back up to the three of you. “Unfortunately, I must be taking my leave. My father and I have some things to take care of, but Lady Yagi, I look forward to our sally tomorrow.” He says, tucking his pocket watch back into his coat.

“Y/N.” You emphasize. Shouto nods and smiles.

“Y/N.” He says, waving as he steps out of the parlor. As soon as it’s confirmed he exited your house, both your father and brother turned to you, expectant expressions on their faces. “What?” You ask, walking back over to fold up your gloves, handing them to a maid so that she could rush them to the washroom.

“Well, how were your callers?” Izuku asked. You roll your eyes and stretch your arms, feeling a little stiff after sitting for hours upon hours.

“They were… fine. Sir Koda was certainly nice to talk to and Lord Ojirou was, well, nice.” You realize that the two of them weren’t really satisfied with your responses, looking for more. “Really, that’s all I can say. None of them were that wondrous.” Your father hummed and closed his newspaper, standing up to rub a hand affectionately on your shoulder.

“You seemed quite friendly with the duke’s son,” he said, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Unwillingly, you felt your face heat up and try to temper it before it became apparent to the two men.

“Oh, Shouto? He is very polite and kind - the two of us are actually going riding tomorrow.” You say casually as you take a teacup from the table and take a sip of the chamomile that was sitting in it. You hummed at the taste, calmness running through your nerves.

“Shouto, huh?” Izuku said, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging you with his shoulders. You simply rolled your eyes and set the teacup back on its saucer.

“Izuku, you know my friendship policy,” you respond.

“So that was all you planned for? Being friends with him?” You father inquired, a genuine look of curiosity on his face.

“Well, yes, that was what I planned for. I wouldn’t mind it at all if he was my friend. In fact, I would like it very much.” You decide, a soft smile spreading across your face.

“Sis, I know that smile,” Izuku says, pointing a finger at your face.

“What smile am I wearing then?” You ask, raising a brow.

“It’s the same one when Father brought Lord Takami by when you were thirteen.” He says, smiling cockily. The blush on your face returned and you shook your head.

“You're being foolish,” you respond, gently pushing your brother away, earning grins and chuckles from your father and Izuku. While you tried to negate your feelings, you couldn’t help but let yourself admire Shouto - granted, it may be in a more, well, romantic way then you would’ve originally intended. However, that is probably not what he needed. He needed a friend to go horseback riding with and that was what you would be. For now.

A/N: In case any of you were confused, the reason why Shouto got so flustered when Y/N took of their gloves is because it was technically considered improper for women to physically touch a man whose not part of her family without wearing them. So, even though Y/N didn’t touch him, he was still a little shocked by her casual actions :) 

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Sweet Nothing (MHA Staff AU Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Warnings: Implied sexual harassment

Shouta Aizawa x OC (Mai Montoya, Pro Hero Zion)

If you want to read of the events before this chapter here is the Master List 😊

“Are you sure, Ms. Montoya? Is that allowed?” Todoroki spoke up, concerned if it will cause more problems.

“Yes, I am sure. There is no problem with me telling you a story.” I reassured them, “Now, like I said, even as a pro, there are times you cross the line when trying to do good.”

And with that, I told them.

It was the end of a week-long investigation and mission against a group of drug dealers and villains. Everyone in the agency was tired and finding ways to destress. On my way out of the building, I noticed one of the interns was being harassed by Gemini. She was a young girl at most seventeen, she had a quirk that wasn’t meant for combat, but her quirk allowed her to hack into any computer or technology we needed her to hack into. Seeing the way he harassed her, how small she was compared to him, her uncomfortable expression… it set me the wrong way because that’s how he made me feel. And to top it all off, he was trying his best to physically touch her skin to use his mind control quirk on her. To make her more compliant, as he would put it.

Anger rose within me. I couldn’t just let him get away with this. I couldn’t let him victimize her. So I put my gloved upon his neck and used my quirk on him to take his away. Afterward, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him off of her, throwing him to the wall.

It wasn’t wrong what I did. It just went against my agency’s rules and contracts.

You can not use your quirk on colleagues.

It didn’t matter if he had done it numerous times. He was Gemini, the number one hero in the United States, and also my boss. So rules didn’t apply to him. But no matter my status, it did still applied to me.

“So yeah, I saved a girl from being a victim of sexual assault and harassment, but it ended up biting me in the ass because it was against my agency’s rules to use my quirk against a colleague. That’s why I got the license suspended for a year.”

“That’s not right. He was doing villainy. He’s not a true hero. He should’ve had his license revoked.” Todoroki spoke out quietly.

“It might be unfair, but it’s a lesson I learned the hard way that sometimes your anger can make you forget about the consequences of doing the right thing. Licensed or not. So I would highly suggest finding ways to learn how to think clearly when you are passionate, to avoid getting into trouble.” I paused for a moment to look at Iida, “And maybe we should have sessions about how you were more than willing to get rid of Stain because license or not, killing isn’t allowed. So don’t expect me not to be a little concerned about you intentionally wanting to murder a villain.” He looked shocked that I even suspected that he wanted to kill Stain, but then he thought for a moment to see that he never said that he just wanted Stain to be arrested or anything, just to be ridden of. I got up from the bed, “Alright, so I’ll leave you three to talk amongst yourselves and reflect on things. I’ll be speaking with the doctors that looked after you and will be calling your parents and caretakers with them.”

I left the boys to their own devices as I decided to text Aizawa what was happening. No response was given. He was probably busy patrolling. As I went to call parents, Iida’s mom was still in Hosu, so she could pick him up and take him home. Fuyumi was busy with her teaching job but assumed her father would take care of Shoto while he was in Hosu, so I had to leave Shoto under his dad’s watch again. Who broke my heart was Inko Midoriya, she was crying over the phone, and I couldn’t really do anything to stop it.

“I want him to follow his dreams, just seeing my baby get hurt over and over again is starting to really take a toll on me. And I can’t be there with him. I am very lucky to say that you actually do care about your students. Izuku speaks highly of you, so thank you for that. Please, stay with him over the weekend until I can make it to the hospital. I know it might seem like you’re favoriting him, but…”

I interrupted, “I have to stay with them until their parents arrive anyway. I don’t mind looking after your son. With his injuries, he’ll be here the longest, so if you can’t be here with him, I will gladly be here for you and keep you updated.”

There was a pause on the other line, “Thank you so much, Ms. Montoya.”

“It’s my job to care for them and help when I can. Don’t be afraid to ask anything of me. You won’t be overstepping.” I smiled, even though she couldn’t see me. I needed to let Midoriya know how this is affecting his poor sweet mom. “I know where you are coming from. My mom was a single mom and was always worried about me when I was in my hero training. So I will definitely advise your son to calm down and not push himself too much.”

“I don’t know how she did it.” The woman breathed out.

“Honestly? It was tough. She still worries about me.” I nervously laughed.

“Alright, well, thank you again. It’s nice to hear that you know where my worries stem from. I’ll let you go now to focus on the boys. Give them my support and let them all know. I hope they are all okay.”

“I will, Mrs. Midoriya. I’ll keep you updated on your son.” And the line was cut. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and I was transported back into time, listening to my mom’s frantic yelling at Nezu after my licensing exam…

“I told you to put her in the general course, Nezu!” My mom frailed her arms, her onyx curls bouncing in response. “Now look, she almost died taking this stupid hero licensing exam!”

“She did really well using her quirk. It allowed her to pass. And look! She’s perfectly fine. Her costume is a little wet, but she’s fine.” Nezu responded.

“The other students nearly drowned her! She wasn’t moving for two whole minutes!” There was another pause followed by sobbing, “I can’t take this. I tried my best to keep her safe for fifteen years. You don’t understand the sacrifices I made… I know I might not be the best parent or that I might seem irrational. But I know I am right about one thing. Her quirk. It’s not something that will bring her happiness. She will always be targeted for it, and I don’t feel comfortable with her having a career where she showcases it.” It’s not something that will bring her happiness…

I couldn’t help but laugh. She wasn’t wrong.

I felt a handset itself on my left knee, and I turned to see Gran Torino, “That boy, is sure, a lot of trouble. It reminds me of Toshinori.”

“Yeah. It makes you better understand why he chose him. His mom is super worried about him, though. It reminds me a little about mine.” I looked down at my feet, a little ashamed of all the crap I give my mom despite everything.

“Eh, your mom was holding you back based on her own fears of not being able to control everything in her life. Otherwise, she wouldn’t show any disdain towards everything you do.” And then there’s Gran Torino reminding me why I don’t have a good relationship with her in the first place. “Still, I have to admit, you wouldn’t be the person you are without her raising you in the first place, so she is a decent mom.”

“She’s not all bad.” I looked over at the old man who decided to sit next to me.

“Oh yeah, making your daughter feel guilty for using her quirk to help people because dear old mom and dad were going to come and find you. Even though you made friends with a long list of pros that would protect you. And then when you left for the U.S., she was angry, and even now, with the lawsuit and losing your license, she blames you for not standing by and letting everything happen. She’s nicer to others than you because she sees you as a little girl that doesn’t know anything about the world. Forgetting everything you ever went through... She doesn’t see you as a person.”

“She didn’t have the best upbringing herself. Plus, she was twenty in college when she had me, so it's hard for someone to be a parent when they’re barely an adult.”

“Doesn’t give her a right to be completely entitled and treat you like you’re lesser. This is why I chose not to have kids. I didn’t want to turn out like that and screw up my kids.”

Ding. Ding. DING. DING. I looked down on my phone to two text messages.

Unknown Number

I really wish I had you in bed right now, poppy. You were always the perfect little….

I didn’t bother reading the rest and blocked the number. It’s like he has a hundred phones.

Aizawa 🐛🐱

Are you with the students already? Gran Torino said he’d call you. Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be on my way soon to the hospital. I got stuck dealing with some villains. Hope this didn’t ruin your date with Vlad.

What a dork mentioning my date.

“You okay, Mai?” Gran Torino asked, trying to peer over at my phone.

“Yeah, I just need a new number. But Eraserhead said he’s barely on his way. Patrol got a little hectic.”

“I talked with Nezu about that. Is Gemini really still harassing you? Didn't leaving the U.S. become the best thing for him?”

“Why were you talking about that with Nezu?” I gave him a crude look.

“You don’t call me often, so I have to find some way to check up on you.” He matched my expression, “You’re my favorite kid I ever taught. Remind me so much of Nana.”

I took a deep breath. Nana Shimura. All Might’s predecessor, his mentor, his mother figure. He didn’t talk much about her to me, only little comments here and there. But with Gran Torino, it was different. Ever since the first day I met him, he always found some way to say I was like her. Unfortunately, I was never able to meet her. Sometimes I wonder if she would like me…

“You still wear your hair like hers when you’re too lazily to do your hair, I see.”

I chuckled a little as the old man ran his hand through the dark waves that didn’t fall into my bun, “I wonder if she would’ve liked me.”

Gran Torino looked at me, wholeheartedly, “With no doubt in my mind. She would’ve adored you, my little starlight.”

Time went on as I waited for Aizawa to come to check on the boys. Gran Torino got to speak with Midoriya alone before leaving himself. In the meantime, I was just with the two other boys showing them different movies on my laptop and talking more about either the incident or whatever came into mind. They seemed to calm down after a while and were finally able to relax, which made me more relieved.

We were in the middle of watching a movie when Aizawa barged in with his capture weapon in his hand and goggles on his head. “Alright, catch me up.”

I peered from behind my laptop screen in between the Todoroki and Iida’s beds, dumbfounded at the sudden intrusion. The boys looked just as surprised I was. Aizawa just stared at me like he was waiting for me to say something…. OH, RIGHT, I AM THE ONE HE’S TALKING TO, DUH! “Oh, me, sorry.” I uncrossed my legs and handed my laptop to Todoroki and let him and Iida continue the movie without me.

I walked out of the room and guided Aizawa to the hallway, “Everyone is fine for the most part. You know how our students are. Budding into things they aren’t supposed to because they want to be heroes. They ran into the hero killer, and they ended up injured, but luckily they are alive, so that’s all that matters. The police said that they’d make up a story saying that Endeavor took care of Stain so that the students don’t get charged with anything.” I mainly said everything in English and barely above a whisper to avoid eavesdroppers. I had Aizawa lean down to my level, his hair lightly tickling my lips as I whispered into his ear.

He then turned to look me in the eye. His grey eyes were looking strained and slightly redder than on most days. His face was inches from mine. “And their injuries?”

“Midoriya the usual, broken arms and was stabbed, Todoroki was the least injured, and Iida was paralyzed by Stain’s quirk and injured his left arm to the point that it’s possible that without the proper care he might not be able to use it again, but his mom is going to pick him up tomorrow and move him to heal at home with a private doctor, so I don’t think it’s a full concern right now.” His eyes were bothering me, so I instinctively went for his utility belt to grab his eye drops and handed the bottle to him, “Sorry, your eyes look really dry right now.”

My hand lingered a little too long as he took long to grab the eye drops in his palm, “Thanks. Did you come right away?”

I shrugged, “I came as soon as Gran Torino called me.”

“Did it interrupt your date? I’m assuming no because you’re not dressed up.”

“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows at him. I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. I just liked seeing his stoic nature get flustered.

“I… I … I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that you look like you were just lounging around at home.” He avoided eye contact with me and then proceeded to use it as an excuse to put in some eye drops.

“I know I was just pulling your leg. Now I wasn’t really interrupted or anything. The date was over by the time Gran Torino called.” I waved my hand at him to metaphorically brush off the date topic.

“Then explain the bruise on your neck.” He grumbled, leaning his head back.

“The what?” My eyes widened in horror. I’m going to kill Vlad. I ran to a hospital window to check my neck in the reflection. And the hobo was right. There was a dark spot right on the left side of my neck. More specifically, where I had a mole. I turned back to Aizawa, embarrassed and holding my neck, “Please tell me it wasn’t that noticeable…”

“If I noticed, I’m sure other people did too.”

“Shota!”

“What?”

“You’re not helping.” I moved my hair to go in and cover the blasted hickey Vlad left me. God, Gran Torino probably saw it… MY STUDENTS PROBABLY SAW IT…

Suddenly a rumble of laughter rang through my ears like smooth waves, “I’ve never seen you so embarrassed. You’re a grown woman. Calm down.” I couldn’t do anything but glare at him, “You look like an angry tomato, come here.” He put his eye drops back in their spot in his belt and then reached a hand out for me. I reluctantly took it, and he pulled me in.

I was flushed against him and felt everything. His breath fanning me, his heart beating in between soft motions or rapid-fire speed, his fingers tight around one hand while the other hand landed on the small of my back, setting ablaze to the spot. His eyes were soft and warm… just like in high school… god, what is wrong with me? I was just on a date with Vlad and having a really, really, good time with him. But now here I am near Aizawa, and suddenly all the feelings Vlad gave me, I feel it times a thousand with the sweet nothing Aizawa is giving me. This is bad. Really, really bad.

Suddenly, I felt a weighted material falling along my shoulders. It was Aizawa’s capture weapon being wrapped around my neck, “Normally, I don’t like wrapping people I care about in this thing because it’s for solely work and to restrain villains. But I don’t have a scarf on me, so it will make due for now to save you some more embarrassment.”

Care about… My mind decided to wander to the one question that haunted me for years. “Shota…”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to answer me or anything. But there’s a question that I always wanted to ask you.” I held the weapon in my hand, feeling the material contrast with my skin, and looked mindlessly at the ground, “What made you not want to talk to me for so long? I tried for a year after I left, and you never responded. I remembered five years ago, you said you didn’t want to be a burden, but I feel like it wasn’t that… Because you said you cared about me then, and you're saying that now. And if you did, it wouldn’t have mattered if you felt like a burden because you would’ve still tried, you know? If anything… I always felt like I was the burden. So, I just wanted to know the real reason.” My eyes were slightly stinging because I wanted to avoid crying. This shit with Gemini is really hitting me. He always made sure that I was nothing and just a burden. Same with my mom, too, I guess. So, part of me always felt that I fucked things up with Aizawa like I was just a pity party…

I felt the weapon get tugged a little, and I was met with the warm grey eyes again, this time with determination and desperation. He lightly placed his hands on either side of my face, “You have never once been a burden to me, Mai. I am so sorry if I ever made you feel like that. The reason for our friendship being broken for so long was my cowardly self’s fault. Not yours. If I knew you felt like that, I would’ve done my best to be a better person for you than I was.” He wiped a tear away from my cheek, “You’re an amazing person. I shouldn’t have ever let you go. I consider myself lucky to have you back in my life.”

I couldn’t help the feeling that was coursing through me. I never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss the man in front of me… Maybe it was just my emotions getting the best of me? I'm pretty sure he felt the same way because I caught his eyes, switching their attention to my lips before back to my eyes. I looked at him with anticipation. But we both knew nothing was going to happen again. It would’ve been wrong.

I decided I would be the one to break the contact. I delicately took his hands in mine and took them off of my face, “I have to go back in there with the students. Gran Torino is with Midoriya right now. He’ll go more into detail with you about tonight.”

“Mai… I really want...” He switched our hands so that he would be the one caging mine.

“Ms. Montoya?” We were both interrupted by one of our students. Our eyes followed the voice, and it was Midoriya with Gran Torino following behind them.

Aizawa and I immediately dropped our hands, “Yes, Midoriya?”

“Sorry if I interrupted anything. Just Gran Torino and I got to talking, and I have some things I wanted to talk to you about.” Midoriya was blushing as if he caught two lovers in bed or something. On the other hand, Gran Torino had a more knowing look as his eyes shifted between the two of us.

“Oh no, it’s okay, Midoriya. Come on, we can talk on the way to the cafeteria, and we can get something before it closes.” I motioned the boy over to me and just gave Aizawa an apologetic look as he walked over to talk with Gran Torino. To be very honest, though, I am pretty relieved for the interruption. I wasn’t really prepared to hear anything that Aizawa was going to say. We love avoiding the inevitable, don’t we, Mai?

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Dragon Lands ch. 5

Claws clicked on tile and Mitsuki smiled. She remembered when Inko remodeled the castle to have tile instead of hardwood floors. Several of her noble advisers at the time had voraciously cried against the expense—so Inko had audited them, found they were all skimping on their taxes (which everyone had known) and used the owed taxes to pay for project while at the same time patiently explaining to all of her advisers that the tile was a better investment than hardwood, since tile didn’t need replaced after coming into contact with dragon claws. There was a reason she only had one adviser these days.

In several ways, it was a shame that Inko was human. With her attitude, both fierce and sweet, she would have made an ideal dragon. Still, if she’d been a dragon, the little bit of light known as Izuku wouldn't have been born and wouldn't have tamed her son. Also the Todoroki son. All these years later she still had no idea how that had happened.

“Her Honor, Bakugo Mitsuki,” the majordomo of the court announced when she reached the entrance to the throne room. They all knew better than to try and keep her waiting—and she was a little amused that they had decided to announce her clan first and then her name. Honestly, the attachment these humans had for their names was amusing.

Inko, seated on her throne next to her husband, grinned at her friend. “Mitsuki! What brings you here?”

Mitsuki grinned back, keeping worry hidden. The Inko she knew would have ignored protocol and run up to give her friend a hug. This Inko stayed on her throne, almost as though the wood was all that was holding her up. It was—disturbing.

“It seems,” Mitsuki said as she continued to walk towards the throne, “that my idiot of a son has decided that he can’t wait for mating anymore.”

Toshinari, on the other throne, chuckled. As upset as Mitsuki was over Inko’s appearance, Toshinari’s was worse—he appeared to be shrinking in on himself. His abundant muscles had dropped to normal human proportions. “I told you so,” he said to his wife.

Who didn’t appear to be upset by the change. “You did,” she said with a smile. She looked back at Mitsuki. “Did you come to get his things?”

It was then that Mitsuki noticed something—a twitch. A single, tiny muscle over Inko’s eye was twitching rapidly. Whatever was going on—Inko was fighting it. It wasn’t a fight that Mitsuki could help with, however. “I did,” she answered breezily. “I also came to see if you want in on the betting pool.”

“Betting pool?” asked Toshinari, blinking.

“On whether Izuku will give birth to babies or eggs,” Mitsuki continued.

“Majesty,” a man that Mitsuki did not recognize said, “Perhaps it is inappropriate to—bet,” his voice twisted the word into something nasty, “on children.”

Inko glanced at him and Mitsuki could see that she was annoyed—a spark of the old Inko. “Dragons,” she tartly informed the man, “are not humans. Besides,” she added as she turned to survey her court, “we all know there will be children.” There it was, a hint of steel. Not quite as firm as it used to be—but still there. Inko looked back at Mitsuki and smiled. “What have you placed your bets on?” she asked.

“I’m betting on a baby,” Mitsuki said with a grin. “While it is true that the last dragon-half came from an egg—in that case it was the father who was human, not the mother.”

“That makes sense,” Inko said with a smile. “And,” she added with a sly grin, “is there a betting pool on which dragon will father the first, or did Katsuki get a big enough head start?”

Mitsuki threw her head back and laughed. Trust Inko to both make her court even more uncomfortable and remind them that her son was bonding with not one, but two dragons! She decided to throw another stone into the pool. “We wouldn't dare bet on that,” she told her friend, and the court. “If either of them found out about it, they’d probably kill us all!” The two laughed again—even though it was a little acknowledged fact that if Katsuki and Todoroki worked together they could easily destroy both dragon clans. Apart each was insanely strong, together they were unbeatable.

The only thing stopping them from trying was Izuku. Izuku, the little green bundle of sweetness and light, with his dream of one day being a dragon doctor. Mitsuki wasn’t entirely certain where the dream had come from, to be honest, but she welcomed anything that meant she wasn’t going to have to fight her son to the death in a few years. So even though she didn’t understand why Izuku wanted to be a dragon doctor, she firmly supported it.

Inko beckoned to one of the servants. “Bundle up all of Izuku’s things,” she told the woman, “and bring them here.”

“Don’t forget the books and notebooks,” Mitsuki added. As the servant scurried away she confided, “If I forget those, Katsuki will challenge me just for the right to kick my ass.”

“Of course,” said Inko with a sweet smile as her hand sought out her husband’s.

Mitsuki noticed the twitch was reducing speed. Perhaps she’d given her friend some piece of mind about her son. Perhaps it just felt better to think that Mitsuki was helping in any way.

“So you are aware that your son just stole the prince?” asked the same man as earlier.

Mitsuki eyed him. He was dressed in an odd garment that was half robe and half pants. His long hair had been styled to look like ropes that hung from his scalp down to his waist. He also met her gaze calmly, not something many humans did. “You must be Naraku,” she said, making his eyes widen slightly. “I’ve heard about you.”

The thin, pressed smile returned. “And have your sons called for healers, Your Honor?”

Mitsuki blinked lazily. “Healers?” she asked. “Why would they need healers, Naraku?”

“Indeed,” huffed Inko on the throne. A glance showed that her round cheeks were puffed out with annoyance. “Katsuki and Shouto would never hurt Izuku!”

“Or,” added Mitsuki  warning clear in her voice, “allow anyone to hurt Izuku.” She met Narkau’s eyes squarely so he would know that she knew. Let him wonder how much—perhaps it would make him cautious.

Five servants arrived with three chests; a clothes chest (that a single servant was carrying) and two chests with what Mitsuki assumed were the books and notebooks. As she was about to request the items to be sent to the courtyard and bundled up for easy carrying, Inko leaned forwards in her throne. “That doesn’t look like all of Izuku’s belongings,” she said.

One of the servants glanced at Naraku before answering. “We thought—we thought he just needed his clothes and books.”

“I said all his belongings,” Inko continued. “That means all of them—even the bed. Katsuki and Shouto may be dragons,” Inko told Mitsuki as the servants scurried off, “but Izuku is human, and humans need beds.”

Mitsuki shrugged, pleased that Inko was still showing independence of Naraku. “You would know better than I,” she said.

Inko smiled and leaned back into the throne. Mitsuki couldn't help but notice that she looked exhausted, as if ordering the servant had taken too much out of her. “Plus,” Inko added, “he’s going to need things for his nest.”

That concept dragons were familiar with. “Of course. I merely thought those would have been packed with clothes, since humans like cloth.”

“Majesty,” Naraku said, seemingly humble, “I do not believe there will be enough room in here for all of your son’s belongings.”

The way that Naraku was avoiding Izuku’s name was starting to grate on Mitsuki. Still—these weren’t the dragon lands. She didn’t have the power to just kill the man; she’d have to leave dealing with him to Inko and her husband. Like the leader of Clan Todoroki, she remembered back when humans saw their kind as sport, and was not anxious to revive those dark old days.

Inko smiled at the room. “Then let us all adjourn to the courtyard,” she said brightly. “Mitsuki, will you be a dear?”

Mitsuki was by Inko’s side helping her up. Helping, because Inko was cursedly weak. There was a lot more going on in the castle than just mind control, if the way Inko was having trouble moving and the servants were looking to Naraku before their royalty was anything to go by. “I am always here for you,” she told her friend, hoping the woman would get the message.

“Thank you,” said Inko blandly. Mitsuki would have despaired, thinking that Inko didn’t understand what she was saying—except that Inko was quite capable of playing a double game. It was impossible to know if Inko was pretending not to realize what Mitsuki was saying—or if she really didn’t realize it.

In any event, these were not her lands, these people were not her clan (Izuku hasn’t bonded to Katsuki yet), and she had no business interfering. She helped Inko out to the courtyard, careful not to step on the woman’s feet with her dragon claws. A pile of goods (including the original trunks) were on two huge tarps that had been woven together, making them easy to carry.

Inko’s gaze roamed over the tarps and their contents before she gave a sharp nod. “That seems to be everything,” she said with relief. She looked up into Mitsuki’s eyes. “Look after the boys, Mitsuki. They’ll need all the help they can get.”

Mitsuki nodded. “Of course,” she said to her friend. Then, leaving Inko to lean against a servant, she strode to the center of the courtyard and changed into her full dragon form before picking up the goods and taking off. Part of her heart remained in the courtyard with Inko, a sorrowful realization that the woman truly expected to die, and die soon.

It was a good thing that it was impossible to cry in full dragon form.

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Written for @ currynim_ on twitter for the @ktdkvalentines​ exchange!

Katsuki knows exactly how much trouble he would be in if he were ever caught. They’d cut him from the king’s guard instantly, strip him of his rank and his sword, and, if he were lucky, banished from the capital. There are much worse rules that Katsuki could be breaking than this one, but fucking the prince is strictly frowned upon, especially by the king, and he’s really asking for it every night he slips into the prince’s rooms and into his bed.

Really though, he tries to reason with himself, it wasn’t as if he could refuse if the prince had ordered Katsuki to fuck him in the first place. It’s his duty to follow any royal command.

Not that Izuku had ever commanded Katsuki to do so much as touch him, of course. But he does look at Katsuki with those green, shining eyes and that small, inviting smile, and it feels a lot like the same thing, feels like Izuku is begging Katsuki to come close, to kiss, to taste, to take.

Honestly, he probably can’t call what they’re doing ‘fucking’ anyways, not anymore.

Not since Izuku himself had snuck out of the castle just to visit Katsuki in his own home while he was down with a fever. There had been an uproar and a hurried search for the missing prince, all while Izuku and Katsuki had been curled up in his too-small bed, in his too-small house, in the soldier’s barracks outside the castle walls.

Izuku still hadn’t been forgiven for his disappearing act, which is why Katsuki has been slipping as quietly as he can into Izuku’s rooms for the past fortnight to visit him in his bed, or his bath, or his study.

“Kacchan,” Izuku groans, tightening his legs around Katsuki’s hips. “Kacchan, faster, please!”

Katsuki growls and picks up the pace, bending Izuku double as he pounds into him, and Izuku moves with him, rolling up to meet every heavy thrust. And Katsuki loves him like this, spread across the sheets beneath him, fair skin flushed pink and his head tossed back in pleasure. His fingers bite into the flesh of Katsuki’s shoulders, urging Katsuki to go faster, fuck him harder, all while jerking up into Katsuki’s hand as he moans.

Cursing, Katsuki comes suddenly, balls tightening and hips shuddering as he fucks though his oragasm. Izuku whines as Katsuki’s rhythm stutters and slows.

“Kacchan, please!”

“Fuck,” Katsuki hisses, lightheaded and pulling his spent cock from Izuku’s opening. Izuku whines as Katsuki replaces it with his fingers, and gasps when Katsuki swallows him down, bucking up into Katsuki’s mouth.

“Oh,” Izuku moans, burying his fingers in Katsuki’s hair. He trembles as Katsuki sucks, bobbing his head and twisting his fingers until Izuku’s coming down his throat with a broken gasp.

Swallowing and panting, Katsuki liks his lips as he pulls off of Izuku and sits back on his heels, still caught between Izuku’s legs. For a moment, he lets himself drink it all in, the mess on Izuku’s creamy thighs, the receding flush across his chest, the way Izuku looks up at him with hazy eyes and a tired smile.

“C’mere,” Izuku murmurs, lifting his arms.

And Katsuki goes, covering Izuku with his body and snaking his arms around Izuku’s middle. Izuku latches on just as tightly, his legs wrapping back around Katsuki’s waist and his arms around Katsuki’s neck.

“Will you stay the night?” he asks, voice gentle in Katsuki’s ear.

“Yes,” Katsuki says. He melts into Izuku’s hold, pulling the covers over the both of them. “Kirishima will distract anyone looking for me.”

Izuku runs his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, scratching at his scalp. “Oh?” he says, surprised. “I hadn’t realized that you’d told anyone.”

“Of course I haven’t told anyone,” Katsuki grumbles. “Kirishima’s just an idiot, and gullible at that.”

He can feel Izuku’s smile when he places a kiss on Katsuki’s head. “I see. And here I thought you’d finally made a friend.”

“Shut the fuck up, your highness.”

Izuku shakes with laughter, his fingers trailing down Katsuki’s neck and back, massaging the tense muscles there. Katsuki lets himself relax into the touch, burying his face against Izuku’s shoulder and breathing him in. Izuku smells like an ocean breeze, salty and fresh and beautiful, and Katsuki can’t get enough, pressing open mouth kisses along his shoulder to taste him.

Humming pleasantly, Izuku presses another kiss to the top of Katsuki’s head. “One day I’ll ask you for your hand,” he says. His words are quiet in the stillness of the night, but Katsuki waits on every syllable. “We’ll run away together and get married, live in a little house in the forest where no one can bother us.”

“Sounds boring,” Katsuki says, worrying a bruise into Izuku’s skin.

“I’ll keep you entertained.”

“Will you now?”

“I’ll take my duties as your husband very seriously,” Izuku says, grinning into Katsuki’s hair. He grinds up into Katsuki’s hip, sending sparks up Katsuki’s spine. “It would not be a hardship.”

Katsuki groans. “You’re insatiable.”

“I can never have enough of you, my dear knight.”

Huffing, Katsuki rises up on his elbows, high enough to catch Izuku’s mouth in a slow, wet kiss. Izuku hums into it, lazily licking into Katsuki’s mouth and tangling his fingers in his hair.

“You’re a menace,” Katsuki huffs, kissing Izuku again as that same familiar heat pools in his belly. “I have to be up at dawn.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so distracting,” Izuku says, smiling against Katsuki’s lips. “You’re too handsome to ignore, especially when you’re already in my bed.”

Katsuki chuckles. He rolls over until Izuku’s resting against his chest, their legs tangled together beneath the blankets. Izuku settles easily against him, his fingers still in Katsuki’s hair. They lay, wound tightly in each other’s arms, and wait for peaceful dreams.

“Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, his voice already thick with sleep.

“Hm?”

“Let’s run away together.”

And it’s not like Katsuki hasn’t thought about it before. Hasn’t dreamed about leaving the castle behind them, making their own way in this life, venturing to far away lands and showing Izuku everything this world has to offer him. But Izuku was heir to a powerful nation with a history of bloody wars and cruel kings. Izuku’s own father was a distant figure, a man who led his country from behind a wall, who sent his people into battle on self-serving whims.

One day Izuku would be a kind, just king. The world needed him here, more than Katsuki needed him outside the city’s gates.

“My prince is made for greater things,” Katsuki finally says, holding Izuku closer. “And I’ll be honored to follow and protect him for as long as he lives.”

Izuku’s fingers tighten in his hair. “And what of me?” he asks.

“And you.” Gently, Katsuki draws back, so he can see Izuku’s face in the dim light of the moon, so he can brush aside those tears that have slipped from his eyes. “I will love you until my last breath, and beyond.”

The smile that blooms on Izuku’s face is something Katsuki will never forget, will remember for all of his days. He kisses him, tasting his tears and his joy as Izuku whispers back, “I love you.” They fall asleep like that, pressed close together and basking in each other’s warmth.

Morning comes too soon for Katsuki, but he rises before the sun unprompted, as he’s always done since he was a squire. Izuku has curled himself into Katsuki’s front in the night, halfway buried beneath him and his face hidden against Katsuki’s collar with one leg thrown around Katsuki’s waist. Smiling, Katsuki pulls until Izuku’s in his lap, still fast asleep and snoring when Katsuki sits up. Katsuki gives himself a long moment to hold him, breathing him in and admiring the soft lines of his prince’s face, relaxed in sleep.

He wants this every morning for the rest of his life, but Katsuki will be content with whatever time he is allowed.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing Izuku’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose. “I love you.”

Izuku doesn’t stir, even when Katsuki chuckles and lays him back into bed. Meticulously, he dons his discarded clothes and armor, before picking up his sword where it had been propped up against the foot of Izuku’s bed, not feeling the slightest bit guilty leaving Izuku with the mess on his bedding.

Before he leaves, he carefully leans down, pressing one last kiss to Izuku’s sleeping face, basking in his own joy, his love, his hopes, before slinking out the door, closing it with a near inaudible click.

“Ah, Sir Bakugou.”

Katsuki stiffens.

“I was hoping to catch you this morning,” the queen says, her voice pleasant and low in the early morning quiet.

Swallowing, Katsuki turns and immediately drops into a low bow. “My queen,” he says simply and nothing else, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Whatever he’d been feeling before, the pleasant ache of his muscles or the warmth in his chest leaves him in an instant. He’s thankful that Izuku’s still slumbering peacefully on the other side of this door. Hopes that he won’t wake until Katsuki’s already been banished or beheaded, so he won’t have to see Izuku’s face when Katsuki breaks his promise.

“You’ve not been as discreet as you should be,” Queen Inko says, amusement in her voice.

Katsuki immediately drops to his knee, head bowed low. “My queen, please show mercy on the prince,” he says, quickly. “Do what you must to me, but forgive him please—”

He jumps, startled when the queen kneels before him, lays a hand on his shoulder.

“Quiet, please,” she says, and Katsuki falls silent. “I am not here to threaten or punish you, either of you. Already you have set my heart at ease.”

Warily, Katsuki looks up, and Inko smiles at him with the same kind, loving eyes that belong to the prince.

“Please understand,” she says quietly. “It is just as dangerous within the castle walls as it is outside of them. But I am pleased my son has followed his heart and found a person worthy of his love and loyalty. I would not put an end to his happiness, no matter the cost.”

“The cost?” Katsuki asks carefully.

Inko just smiles. “Do you promise to protect him?” she asks, her voice a bare whisper. Her words are a promise of darkness ahead, at odds with her gentle nature. “From any who would harm him?”

“I swear it.” Katsuki doesn’t hesitate, meeting Inko’s eyes. “I swear it on my life and honor.”

Cupping his face in her small hands, Inko bows her head before him. “Then from this moment on, never leave my son’s side. Never leave him defenseless. Never leave him to danger. This is the task I command you as your queen.”

“On my blade, I am bound to your word,” Katsuki says.

She raises her head then, and presses a light kiss to Katsuki’s brow before she stands again.

“On my crown, I am bound to your blood,” she replies.

The queen touches the crown of Katsuki’s head once more, before continuing her way past, towards the throne room.

Stiffly, Katsuki rises, breathing deeply. He feels on edge, suitably wary of the warning in the queen’s words, but relieved at the same time. Without another thought or hesitation, he slips back into Izuku’s rooms, set on his new duty as a knight of the royal guard.

Many years later, after a bloody revolution that leaves their nation cleaved in two and their distant king dead, Katsuki will still be standing at Izuku’s side, watching carefully as his prince is crowned, as his lover takes up the throne with scarred hands, standing tall and proud before their people. He’ll remember that oath he made to his queen back when he was still just a child playing at being a man, and know that he’d made the right decision.

Katsuki will catch Inko’s eye, her smile tired and proud when she bobs her head to him, both glad they still live to watch Izuku become rule.

[bnhablessings]

Came here from your quotev and I'm digging the fluff 👌🏼i live for your bnha stuff but my fav thing on here is the platonic hc. I was wondering if I can get Midoriya x fem!reader in a one-shot? Platonic themed but have them act like a couple because s/o is terrified of boys other than broccoli boi so they fake date to ward off boys who like her/look at her in a pervy way? Just really fluffy/comforting please? Sorry if it's a bit much but thank you in advance if you do it! ❤️

Thank you for being my first request anon! I love the request and how it came out. I was the same way of being afraid of males when I was younger so I understand the fear. I hope this came out to your liking!

I googled Platonic Soulmate and the definition is so cute. The urban dictionary definitions are cute too!

Definition from Google: A platonic soulmate is more than just a best friend, it’s a person who, even though you’re not romantically involved, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with.

Part 2

Midoriya Izuku x Female!Reader

Warnings: None (Unless you count a few guys being jerks and one being really creepy)

Words: 1,766

 It started off by getting to know (Name) in Aizawa’s class. Pretty simple and easy since she clung to Uraraka and got to know him through her. It was weird, however, since (Name) was always nervous around him but she eased into talking to him rather fast and eventually she could hang out with Midoriya without Uraraka being there.

Soon enough, Midoriya’s friendship with (Name) meant the world to him. She was kind, awkward, shy, strong, pretty, and accepting. So, a few weeks into this friendship, she told him how deathly terrified of boys she was and he felt awful. Going into full panic mode since he was a guy as well.

“I am… I am so sorry, (Last Name)! I wasn’t aware! Is… is there anything I can do to help?” Midoriya had asked.

This brought a gentle smile to her face as she gave her answer in a shaky voice, “Not really. I’m only telling you this now because I actually trust you. You are the first male I haven’t been completely terrified of. It must be because you are a cinnamon roll.”

This had only flustered the boy from the strange compliment.  Not knowing how to proceed with this information he ended up going home to speak to someone who would hopefully know how to help, his mother. So that very night, he told Inko everything about his dear friend.

“You are so sweet for wanting to help her, Izu. Unfortunately, there isn’t much you can do. Just keep an eye out for her and since she trusts you show her not all guys are scary. Introduce her to some of your other friends,” Inko suggests.

Following his kind mother’s instructions, he began to look out for you more than usual.

This new routine of subtly making sure you were okay when you were near him opened up his eyes. He realized just how bad your fear was. Especially when near the perverted duo of the class, Kaminari, and Mineta. It made him feel horrible.

One particular day, he saw you and Uraraka speaking normally when he saw Kaminari and Mineta walking up to you with the Bakusquad behind them. The immediate tension plastered on your body was enough for him to take action.

Kaminari was about to place an arm around your shoulders and it was no doubt a dare from the grape boy who just wanted to see you flustered. Before the blond can put his arm around you, Midoriya beat him to it. The touch was so gentle you didn’t notice it until his body has leaned into yours.

On the verge of freaking out, you calmed down once you realized what was happening. Mineta looked like Midoriya had offended him and his ancestors while Kaminari had a teasing smile on his face.

“That was some reflex, Midoriya. Are you two really dating?” Kaminari asks.

Midoriya’s face turned red as he answered without hesitation, “Yes! So I… I would appreciate it if you didn’t touch her so casually!”

Your face turned red too but more from how sweet he was being. You weren’t angered at the lie at all. It felt nice to have a friend who would dive face-first into embarrassment just so you wouldn’t have been scarred for life from being touched by a pervert’s dare.

Kaminari puts his hands up to show he meant no harm and said, “Got it. Won’t happen again!”

Mineta went into a corner to cry from how a sweetheart like you was taken. He just wanted to see you flustered and more… Now, he can’t do anything with that determined look Midoriya is giving him!

Thankfully, with class dismissed moments prior, Midoriya was able to lead you outside of the school before profoundly apologizing.

“I am so sorry (Last Name)! I didn’t mean for things to get too far but I didn’t want you to get scared!” He said bowing multiple times.

You giggled. That stopped him in his tracks as he listened to what you had to say, “I appreciate the help… Though, now that you confessed to the whole class I was wondering if you would like to keep up the act? If it’s not a bother. Sorry, that probably sounds stupid. Forge-“

“I would love to help! I mean… I mean I want to help! I can scare off males while helping you with your fear!” Midoriya stated.

Instead of falling back on it you gave him a smile and said, “Then call me (Name).”

“If you call me Izuku then.”

That’s how you ended up “dating”. You got to know each other better and honestly, Midoriya couldn’t be happier since he didn’t want to date anyone for real as his goal was to focus on becoming a hero. It was beneficial for both of you as he got to protect you and show you not all males are scary.

He even helped you and Todoroki (who was also new to the idea of friendship) become friends!

It was fun and good until you had a setback. You, Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, and a few others went to a neighboring school’s festival. This leads to your current predicament:

Todoroki who has gotten close to you is glancing around for your form. When he can’t spot you he turns to his freckled friend and states, “I can’t find (Last Name).”

This gets Midoriya’s attention as he starts to look around for you too.

Iida speaks up, “(Last Name)-san? She went that way to get her and Uraraka some drinks.”

Todoroko and Midoriya share one look and make a silent plan. Todoroki stays put in case you come back that way while Midoriya sets out to look for you. Going into the unfamiliar school he spots Uraraka right away. He heads for her to ask about you but before he can ask her anything he hears someone from the school a few feet away from them, start to gossip.

“Didn’t our star basketball player go after her? She’s cute but he’s a player. I don’t think she’ll fall for his act,” It is a male student that says this.

The other male he was gossiping to replies with a laugh, “Maybe. He’s pretty straightforward. I wouldn’t doubt it if she’s putty in his hands right now. You know how he gets around pretty girls. Did you see her uniform? She’s from U.A. He’s no doubt going for it.”

Uraraka who is holding some food she got for the both of you pauses from hearing this as well. Midoriya gives her a look and since she already knows how bad you get she goes to get their backup, Iida and Todoroki. Midoriya wastes no time to demand where you are.

When they tell him he goes straight there. It’s a few empty hallways down and when he spots you, his thoughts freeze. You are obviously very uncomfortable and close to tears as the “star” keeps invading your personal space. He was towering over you and his hand goes to touch your face.

“What’s the matter, beautiful? I promise I mean no harm. I’m not asking for much. Just one date,” He is smirking.

Midoriya’s jaw clenches from pure anger. This guy is purposely scaring you and he knows it. Before Midoriya can act out of rage, the guy’s feet are frozen to the floor. This causes him to be terrified and enough time for you to dive into Midoriya’s arms.

He holds you close to him his eyes glaring into the different student’s form.

“That is not how a gentleman acts,” Todoroki’s voice states.

Your head perks up from under Midoriya’s shoulder to see Todoroki, Iida, and Uraraka glaring at the male who put you in a terrified state. They look like they would attack if you weren’t there. Despite the situation, it warms your heart to know that they genuinely care about you like that.

“I-I just wanted her number! I swear!” The guy speaks.

Iida scowls and in his normally loud voice states, “We are going to report this unruly behavior to your school.”

“If you don’t want things to escalate, I suggest you leave,” Todoroki murmurs letting the ice melt around his feet.

The guy is gone in a heartbeat. The three males and Uraraka stare at you with concern and before they can ask you finally let out the tears.

“Thank you for rescuing me!” You state as you for the first time (for Todoroki and Iida) give them a hug.

It brings gentle smiles to their face since you trust them enough to willingly hug them. When you pull away you grab Midoriya’s hand and squeeze. He gets the hint.

“I think (Name) and I are going to head off. We’ll be back later for the fireworks,” Midoriya informs them.

They nod and agree to a place to meetup. They are so going to go forward with that threat and report that guy. In the meantime, Midoriya takes you back to his house. Inko always has food ready for when you come over but sensing the atmosphere she leaves the both of you be while she goes to do some errands.

Midoriya leads you to his room and once there the both of you just cuddle. You need it and desperately. Midoriya has both arms around you while you rest your head on his shoulder. His hands rub soothing circles on your back. Both of you are quiet for a bit before you speak up.

“Thank you Izu. For always being there for me. I was really scared but when I saw you and the others… The fear just vanished. Thanks to you I’m finally warming up to the guys in our class but-“

Midoriya quickly shushes you already knowing where your thoughts were going. He smiles brightly at you and in a soothing voice praises you, “No. You’ve been doing good since we started “dating”. Iida and Todoroki adore you. It’s still a work and progress but you have been doing well.”

Your eyes are misty from the praise and you shake your head to show him you understand. Progress had been made.

“Um, despite not having romantic feelings for you I feel like you are my soulmate. Sorry if that sounds weird Izu,” You murmur feeling embarrassed now for admitting that.

He shakes his head and wraps his arms a bit tighter, “I feel the same way. Though platonic soulmate? Doesn’t that mean I beat Uraraka on the friendship scale?”

His voice is excited and you laugh when you say, “Yeah. I guess it does.”

[shibo226]

compainion piece to the  scene I wrote earlier. Sportss festival scenes I’ve wanted to write since I started this fic. if you read Sound Check, this has a SUPER big spoiler, but I need it out before I can get back to working on the fic. Free up space so to speak

Kotone stood frozen as she stared intensely at the board holding the name of her opponent. It must be a coinidence, it must be. It wasn't that uncommon a last name, it surely meant nothing.

“I finally get to meet the fabled Hinata Kotone” a soft male's voice rung out across the crowd. It took her a minute for the name to register...Hinata...that had been her name once. She turned her head slowly to meet eyes the same shade of red as her own,

“Hinata Hikaru,” The tall black haired boy introduced himself with a nasty grin, “It's a pleasure to finally meet you” “My name isn't Hinata” she frowned deeply at him, fighting the urge to cross her arms in defence, “It's Aizawa-Yamada” She glanced around at the thinning crowd, everyone was leaving to take lunch and prepare for the one on one battles. Izuku was no where to be seen, she wasn't sure where he'd been swept off to. She couldn't spot Katsuki either, and the other 1-A students didn't notice her current situation.

“But that's not your real name” Hikaru took another step forward, getting too far into her bubble than she would have appreciated, “It was pretty selfish of you to take someone else's name, you broke your poor mothers heart” “And how the fuck would you know what breaks that woman's heart?” Kotone snapped, “Because dear Hinata-chan” He sang the name leaning into her face, “We share the same mother” Her voice caught painfully in her throat, the tender skin beneath her bandages flared up in pain. “You...what?” She blinked stunned, “That's right! We're brother and sister! Well half siblings anyway!” He leaned back, “And imagine my surprise when I learned my very own neechan was not only a fellow student at UA, but a first year as well!” his smile turned nasty, not that it ever stopped, “Look like Mama got left with the right child, if you're so stupid you got held back two grades!” She pulled her lips back to bare her teeth at him, scrambling to think of something, anything to say. Any comeback, she couldn't even make the mores 'fuck you, suck me dick' tumble from her mouth. It was like her jaw was locked in place.

“Oi Kotone” Both of the Hinata children snapped their heads to where Katsuki was standing only a few feet away, an angry scowl on his face, “What the fuck is taking you so long, come on I want to get my food before it goes fucking cold”

“Y-yeah!” She mentally screamed at herself when the words stumbled out, “Coming now”

It took all of her power to keep her head from falling. As she walked past a hand snapped out grabbing her upper arm. For half a heart beat she could have sworn it was her mothers steaming hand holding her three year old arm in a tight grip. “Don't you go pulling out of this competition now” His voice was cold and hard, just like hers, “We've got a score to settle you and I. We need to find out who the better child really is”

She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Then the painful grip was gone, replaced by Katsuki's uncharacteristically gentle hand. His other hand gripped the younger boys arm, sparking in warning, “I said, hurry up before the fucking food gets cold” He repeated, not moving his glare from the other red eyed boy.

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blah blah blah middle scence I will write when I get to it. Katsuki attempting comfort

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{fight scene} {more fight}

Kotone gasped as she once more tried to push her quirk into her voice, pour energy into it. It wasn't working. It was like USJ all over again. She couldn't push the panic down deep enough to tap into her power, like a block she couldn't lift.

“Come now what's the matter?!” Hikaru mocked, light energy dancing along his arms, “I thought you were supposed to have your fathers amazing quirk!” He spat the words out like poison.

“Shut up!” She wheezes, feeling her aching and abused throat starting to swell, “I can't believe I have a sister as stupid and as useless as you” he sneered as he threw a whip of sparking light in her direction, forcing her to throw herself to the side into a duck roll. “It's no wonder Mama tossed you out. You're as good as quirkless if you can even use your stupid quirk” He threw another ball of energy at her, “And even if you could use your quirk, you have no voice left! Still uesless!You're nothing more than a death,mute good for nothing quirkless”

“I said shut up!” Her voice held no bite any more, she pleaded for him to stop.

“What's wrong, can't handle the truth Hi~Na~Ta~chan??”

“STOP FUCKING CALLING HER THAT!” They snapped their heads towards the stands, Kotone blinking the fog away as that one voice cut through the usual fog, Katsuki stood leaning over the railing, barely being held back by Kirishima and Kaminari, “HER NAME IS AIZAWA KOTONE YOU FUCKWANK AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO YOUR WHORE MOTHER SPREAD HER LEGS FOR, YOU ARE NOT HER FUCKING BROTHER” He pointed an angry finger at Izuku who had been watching the entire fight in near tears, “THAT FUCKING PISSBABY IS”

Kotone looked over at Izuku...when had she last seem him? They hadn't had a chance to talk before the fights...or during the calvary battles...even the last few days they hadn't had much of a chance to actually spend any time together. She watched as his hands moved, forming familiar signs.

She couldn't hear her fathers voice over the roaring crowd, she wasn't sure how she had heard Katsuki's but she guessed the blond just had a special way of being heard...but she could feel it. She could pick out his very fimilar sound pattern from the chaotic mess of the crowds.

“....I'm ok with that” For the first time that day she felt a calmness settle over her as her gaze travelled across her classmates, all where shouting and signing encoruagement at her.

“What?” Hikaru spat, “I'm ok with that” She repeated louder, her quirk was still shut off from her...but she didn't need a quirk to punch, “You're off with being an unwanted piece of trash?” He sneered, “Yeah. Because I'm not unwanted” She reached up to her ear, snatching her hearing aid from her ear, tossing it to the side, muting all remaining sound, “I don't need my hearing! You can take it! You can take my voice and you can take my quirk!” She was screaming now, her abused vocal cordds rubbing painfully against each other, “Because I don't need them! I have two fathers and a brother that love me for who I am! I have a class full of people who support me! Because I am the luckiest fucking person on this earth!”

She ran forward, her mind steady as she ducked under an energy blast, sliding along the ground, aiming a foot towards his ankle. When he jumped out of the way she pushed her body up onto her hands, lashing a kick upwards hitting him right in the chin. As he stumbled she righted herself, quickly throwing herself forward, throwing multiple kicks and punches, keeping him from charging his energy enough to be of any use,

“And my mothers name was NOT Hinata Hanako it was Midoriya Inko!” She screamed so loudly the brick wall blocking her quirk burst into a thousand pieces, shattering the safety glass in the commentators booth with it.

It was too little too late. The moment she took a few seconds to gather her breathe, the shouting really was not helping her throat, Hikaru swung a charged arm towards her head, she had barely enough time to lift her arms to protect her head. The resulting blast sent her flying, hitting the ground with a crash as she rolled along the ground. Rolling right out of the ring.

The world was silent, it felt silent at least. Then a reluctant Midnight announced Hikaru to be the winner, which garneded mixed reactions, before jumping down from her podeium, jogging over to her niece squating down, placing a gentle arm on her shoulder, “Kotone sweatie are you ok?” She asked worried as they waited for the med-bots “My only regret” the young girl wheezed, “Was not shouting suck my dick on live television...wait a minute” She lifted her head, pouring her quirk into her voice, “AND YOU CAN SUCK MY FAT DICK HINATA, I HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME NO MATTER WHAT” can you say the same. “You really are your fathers daughter” Nemuri wanted to smack the girl, then herself, “Which one?” Was the cheeky response.

[r95irth]

The new ending is to blame for this new os. 

I may publish it on AO3 tomorrow, we’ll see. 

Satoru was stressed, though he was trying his best not to show it. Babysitting Midoriya-Yagi daughter was his first real job and he didn’t want to mess this up. The thing was that…He didn’t know how to handle a baby. What if he killed it? If he gave her the wrong baby food and or forgot to look after her was bathing. God, he sure hoped he wouldn’t have to bath her. When he looked for tips on internet it said that most of babysitting accident happened during bath. Okay. So no bath. Internet also said that baby could just drop dead without a reason.

That’s it, I’m not doing babysitting, with my luck she would drop dead without a reason.

-Don’t worry Satoru, this happened only to tiny babies, explained Shouto, when he explained the problem. -Satori is almost two, it can’t happen to her.

-You sure? Cause she is very tiny.

-So is Mahô, and yet you aren’t afraid she drops dead whenever you’re with her, right?

Satoru almost answered that he was more worried about Mahô killing him than the other way around, but he saw the point of Shouto. He still bit his lips, stressed. He was still not sure he was capable of handling another human being, even less be responsible of it. Even if it was only for the evening.

-If you’re that scared, it’s okay, I’m sure they can still find someone else to babysit Satori.

But it was troublesome, after all, Satoru did throw a tantrum the other day because Shouto still considered him as a kid that needed to be protected. (He was still a bit ashamed by his behavior, but on the other hand, he was almost twelve! It was time to stop acting being considered as a baby.) So he had to be rational right now, he either wanted to be considered as an adult or not.

-I will do it, he said.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t super scared. But now it was a matter to make Shouto proud, and prove him they could count on him. He couldn’t back up on that. Shouto smiled and patted his adoptive son’s head.

-I know you can do it.

Then he added:

-You do have my telephone number if she drops dead, right?

Satoru gulped.

***

Momo checked his bag for the thousand time, making sure he had everything he needed. And for the thousand time, she created something -this time a baby bottle- and put it in the bag -just in case! That was not comforting one bit, and made Satoru want to run away more than anything.

But it was too late now. He was already at Midoriya’s front door, and it was almost the hour. He looked back, trying to find some courage in Shouto and Momo.

-You’re going to be perfect, they said.

Satoru was sure he was shaking from head to toe when the door opened. All might -Well Satoru always knew him as Toshinori- And Inko Midoriya appeared, holding their little girl in their arms. The said little girl was frowning angrily at the moment. They saluted the family and invited them all to enter.

-Do you want some tea before we go? proposed Inko.

-We don’t have much time, recalled them Momo. -The talk show is going to start in half an hour.

The talk show was the reason Satoru had to babysit the little girl in the first place. Most of the heroes were invited, at least all that had a family, so they could talk about the way they handled their family and their job. It was also an important time for Peace office, since it would put their new branch -the one that would offer a kindergarden service- under the spotlight. It already existed, but the pub would help to be a lot more popular.

So Satoru couldn’t fail. He had no choice but to do his best -and absolutely not ruin everything by calling them in tears while they were on television. Big no-no.

He sure wished Inko and Toshinori’s daughter was big enough to understand that, because so far she kept galring at him like he was his worst enemy. Satoru already knew she hated to share her name with him, but he had hoped somehow that they could go past that. Apparently no.

-Okay, then off we go. If you need anything Satoru…

Toshinori showed him the house, and where everything he needed was (thank gods, he also said that she already ate and took her bath ; all he had to do was make sure she went to bed at 8 PM). They prevented him against Satori’s quirk.

-Be careful, it all a matter of weight. She can attract or repulse lighter objects than her, but if it weight more than her, she’s the one being attracted or repulsed…She use this to climb on anything so you have to keep an eyes on her, okay?

-Okay, I promise I will be careful.

-We fixed everything on the wall, so you should not be afraid of her attracting a big furniture like the tv…don’t worry, smiled Toshinori.  

-If she doesn’t want to sleep, you can put her a video, her favorite one is singing fantasy anime on the top shelve…But she can only see one episode. Okay?

Satoru nodded, unable to speak -he was afraid to let out a squeak. Shouto patted Satoru’s head one more time, and gave him a weird controller.

-If anything happen, if villains attack, you just have to push the switch on it. Every nearby heroes that work with peace will be alerted, explained Momo.

-So you hide with Satori, and you wait for help. Okay?

Satoru certainly didn’t plan to fight if this scenario happened. Toshinori and Inko had trouble to leave their daughter, but they slowly walked to the door (only adding a new advice after each step). They were almost gone, when Satori started to whine. She tried to follow them, even caught her daddy’s leg and refused to let it go.

-Donna go, she wept.

That broke everyone’s heart in pieces. Satoru didn’t know what to do. Inko did find a way to make her daughter let go of Toshinori’s leg, but she still struggled, crying loudly.

-Dear, this is enough. You need to calm down, we’re going to be back in a few hours, tried to explain her Toshinori.

That didn’t work. They tried a few things, from comforting to scolding, they even put her in Satoru’s arm (and Satoru got punched in the chin) but it was no use. The time was running out, and she didn’t calm down. So in the end, Inko used the more dangerous weapon parent had; the you-disappoint-me glare. And she sent her in the corner of the room, forbidden her to get out.

Then they went out (Satoru saw Inko was on the verge of crying too, as she went on the car with Momo and Shouto. But he was not sure if she was sad about leaving her daughter behind, of because Shouto was the one driving). Anyways, when Satori heard the door slam, she fell on the ground and whined louder. When she heard the car go, she rolled away, still wailing. By the time the adult were gone, Satori’s head was red from crying, and she had managed to go from the corner of the room to her room, while rolling on the floor.

The evening couldn’t be worst.

He decided to let her calm down before attempting anything. So he went to the living room, lied on the floor like he used to, and wait. He waited ten minutes, she was still crying. After twenty minutes, she was still crying. And when half an hour passed on, she was still crying.

It was becoming evident that they would go nowhere if he didn’t do anything. So Satoru stood up, and decided to act.

-Satori, I have a wonderful idea, what about I braid your hair?

He was good at braiding hair, he did that for Mahô when she was sleeping over. Satori had lovely fuzzy green hair, way longer than Mahô, so it should be easier, right?

But the little girl was hiding under her blanket, and didn’t want to go out.

-What a lovely blanket you have there, is it bunny patterns on it? I like rabbit, he said, I even have one!

No reaction.

-C-can you show it to me? Your blanket?

He tried to pull it, but the little girl suddenly decided that it was her most treasured thing and stopped crying to scream “NO!” as she pulled back. Satoru didn’t insist. The girl had her head out of the blanket and that was all he wanted (all he planned, he had no clue what to do next).

-Err…Do you want to do something?

-No!

-Do you want to eat?

-NO!

-D…Do you want to watch television!

-NO-NO-NO!

Satoru always thought of himself as someone very patient. He wasn’t angry -but he was still a bit pissed. What was he supposed to do now? At least he managed to make her stop crying, he supposed it was a little victory.

-I…I’m going to make you a baby bottle of chocolate milk, okay?

Satori grumbled and stared angrily without fail, until he left the room. As he managed to prepare the meal, Satoru looked at his bag sadly. He had decided to bring all his class A plushies, hoping that the little girl would like to play with it. But he wasn’t so sure to be able to do anything this evening. Satori was not cooperating one bit, obviously hating him. He didn’t know what to do about it.

People had been scared of Satoru before, because of his power, some used him, some didn’t want to look at him because they were ashamed, embarrassed by his past…But hating? It was new. He had forgotten what it was like to be anything but loved since he started living under Shouto and Momo’s roof.

Satoru sighted, and went back to Satori’s room, with his bag on his back (just in case) and the baby bottle. He found the little girl playing with cubes on the floor. As soon as she spotted him, she hissed and returned under her blanket like a cat. But it was too late, Satoru had seen her, and most of all, he understood that she wanted to play.

So he knelt down on the floor and started piling cube on one another. Satori stared at him, frowning. She started to come closer, probably wanting to be sneaky about it. But she wasn’t. (Well to her defense, Satoru’s attention was more focused on her than the tower of cubes he was building)

-Wanna build something? He asked her, when she was close enough.

She was startled and let out a cute hiccup.

-No! She still answered.

-Okay. Do you like what I build?

Satori used her quirk to attract a cube in her hand and that made the whole tower fall.

-Oh no, all of my hardwork -he didn’t really have any regret, but his dead tone made the little girl laugh.- Do you want to build something better? I think if we do it togeth-

She used her quirk again and all the cubes went flying all across the room.

-No, she concluded with a smirk.

-Okay….

It was hard to see the link between the little girl and the sweet, adorable midoriya. Izuku was certainly not like that, neither was Inko. And Toshinori was a dork. But Satoru supposed that kids didn’t have to take everything from their parents, they had to have things that were their own, right? Still, it was a shame that the little girl did not inherit her parent’s adorable side.

-Do you want your babybottler then? He asked.

-No.

She threw it to his face with her quirk. And that was the moment Satoru decided to give her a lesson. Because he could be kind of patient, but only if it was worth the wait.

-Okay, he said. -If you don’t want it, I’m going to drink it.

He didn’t remember the last time he had a baby bottle, and he didn’t really plan to drink it all anyways, since milk tend to make him sick. But when he put the bottle on his lips Satori reacted as he wanted her to, and she tried to get it back, claiming it was her.

-But you didn’t want it, he explained. And it’s delicious.

It was, after all it was milk and chocolate.  

-Mine! She whined.

-Huh-huh, you said you didn’t want it. You threw it to me. So it’s not yours anymore.

She whined some more.

-I suppose I could give it back to you, if you apologize and ask for it nicely, he explained. -After all, I made it for you.

Satori’s face went all red, and her eyes started to be full of tears again. Oops, maybe it was not a good idea, after all. But suddenly, the little girl mumbled a poor:

-I’m sowwy. Please!

She broke into sobs.

-I wanna mommy and daddy!

Satoru didn’t know what to do again. He didn’t think that hugging her would help, so he gave her the baby bottle back and patted her hair. His power let him know that the girl was really tired but scared to go to sleep without her mommy and daddy goodnight kiss. He could understand that. The first time that Momo and Shouto left him alone to enjoy a night date, he was terrified. They let him at Momo’s parent’s house, and they were sweet and kind with him but that didn’t matter. All his thoughts were about Momo and Shouto, and about how many things could happen that night, that would leave him all alone again. He didn’t get much sleep and waited for them until dawn.

Surely, Satori’s thoughts weren’t as complex as his, but the fear was the same.

So he had an idea. He lead Satori t the bed, put her blanket on her as she was struggling to either hiccup or drink her chocolate milk. Then he took his class A plushies from his bag.

-I’m going to tell you a bedside story, okay?

He noticed an All might plushie in the corner of the room, and a photo of Inko, and one of Toshinori on the bedside. That would do. What did Toshinori said? That she liked a fantasy anime with songs, right? Maybe he could do something about it.

He thought that maybe, it would be better to go to the living room -where the tv was, and so the dvds. But he had managed to get Satori’s attention and was afraid to lose it again. If it didn’t work, he would go and put the anime on, he decided, but now, he wanted to try.

He waved the all might plushie in front of the little kid and she pointed it with big eyes:

-Minemight!

-Yeah, that’s right. A long time ago, in a very far away country, there was a famous hero named MineMight!

Satori giggled and shook her head.

-He was the strongest among them all, resumed Satoru. When someone was in trouble, he would go and save them without fail. People admired him! He beat the demon king with his magical sword...! But one day, a sorceress came to the country. She pointed him by her finger and claimed: “it is you that brings war in our land, you say you fight for peace, but your reputation attract villains in our lands, your strong emotions brings catastrophies. It is nothing but your anxiety and doubt that gives power to demons to return. As long as you’re here, our country will never know true peace.”

Satori gasped.

-Minemight, who never wanted anything but good to people, was shook. So he asked the sorceress to do what must be done. He asked her to seal his power into a new sword, that could only be held by a selfless hero, the only one that could bring true peace to this land. The sorceress agreed, and they made the magic ritual the very same day.

Satoru hid the all might plushie behind his back, let it drop on the floor and took the toshinori photo instead. Then he drew it in front of Satori. She immediately attracted it and hugged it close to her heart:

-Daddy!

-The ritual made minemight so weak, he would never fight again, but that was okay, because now he knew that true peace would befall on the country. He accepted his fate. “Shall my successor come, and I will teach him how to defeat the demon king, he promised.” And his words spreaded across the lands. The sorceress went away, holding the sword, determined to find the successor. But somehow the word of the hero didn’t get right everywhere. People started to think that as long as you had the sword you could be the next hero. They didn’t get that it wasn’t the sword that made the hero, but the man that turned the sword into a magical weapon of power.

He stared at Satori, hoping she would understand the nuance, but she didn’t seem to be bothered. So Satoru resumed his story and took of his bag Deku plushie.

-The sorceress disappeared, and for the longest time no one heard about the sword. People started to forget about the sword and that their hero was even now unable to fight against the demon king if he ever returned. Only remembering that he promised to teach whoever wanted to be a hero. And there was a boy, who dreamt to become one.

-Zuku!

-That’s right, his name was Zuku Midoriya, and he dreamed to be a hero just like Minemight! He was strong and brave, but shy and kind. People always assumed he couldn’t hurt a fly, and so that he didn’t have what it took to be a brave. And izuku started to believe them, as they said it to him again and again everyday! I can’t stay here any longer, he decided, or I will never be able to do anything. So he said good bye to his sweet mother…

He showed Inko’s picture and Satori attracted it just like her father one.

-And went on an adventure…!

Satoru tried his best to make the story interesting. He talked about Zuku, the hero, would meet the sorceress Ocha, the cute witch that dreamed to help people instead of cursing them, and the noble knight Nyah, who desired to honor his family name. Before he knew it, he was having fun, adding every one he knew into the story.

Shouto entered the picture on a white horse, as a runaway prince from the neighbor country. Satoru decided that Endeavor, the king of the said country, wasn’t bad, and even helped fight the demon king, but he wanted his son to be the next one to defeat him shall the calamity return, and so desired the sword as well. He had fun imagining Bakugou, riding a red dragon, and cursing like a barbarian, so much that people of his country side were persuaded he was a demon coming here to ask for blood sacrifice and only realized they were wrong when Bakugou helped unwillingly, Zuku’s group to defeat real demons.

He added, Tsuyu, the barmaid who offended a witch and was cursed to look like a frog. And she followed Ocha, hoping she would find a spell to cure her.

Mina and Mashirao were the real barbarians, who came from the mountain, with their leader, Kirishima, who wanted to clean the name of his clan from Bakugou’s doing. Tooru the famous thief of the noble castle town, whose no one knew her face but whose allies were as flashy as she was discreet. Denki was the electrical magician don juan, aoyama the shiny knight, and Sero the puppeteer. Jirou was a tamer, looking for the legendary beats Tokoyami, whose fiery guardian lived in the top of the godess mountain. Mineta a dwarf who knew the path that lead to it. And he liked to imagine that Momo was a walkyrie that had lost faith in her gods who did nothing for the land but play with the fate of the people in it.

They were about to discover the legendary sword, Bakugou and Zuku fighting over it, when Satoru heard some commotion in the living room. He looked at the clock: it was past midnight. He looked at Satori: very much awake, bouncing in her bed with stars in her eyes, waiting for more.

Crap.

You had one job, Satoru, put her to sleep at 8. How could you fail on the only thing they asked you to do?!

He expected to be scolded, but wasn’t. Toshinori and Inko were not happy to see their daughter still awake, but the girl was not crying, and apparently they had been worried about it the whole evening. They thanked him for his work, as they escorted him to Shouto’s car.

-So, is the baby dropped dead? Asked Shouto with a smile.

Satoru let out a nervous laugh, relief bubbling in his chest. He did got nervous over nothing, he realized.

-I told you so, see, you did great, smiled Momo when he put on his belt.

As they went home, Satoru couldn’t help but imagine the rest of the story in his head, and before they reached the flat, he fell asleep. Little did he know, the next morning, Momo would receive a call from Toshinori, asking if Satoru was up for another babysitting evening.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one curious about this fantasy universe.

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Hero of the Universe! Part 1

Running Title: Hero of the Universe! Part: 1 Part 2: TBA Summary: Inko Midoriya is a little woman who believes she wouldn’t have much stock in any sort of world-saving activities. Which is all well to do, since she has her hands full already. (AKA Hero and Villain Leagues take a seat, because there’s a handful of moms coming together and they got things to do.) DISCLAIMER: Todo’s mom doesn’t have a canon name so I went very cliche with it I’m sorry af. 

On July fifteenth, Inko Midoriya felt like she was the most powerful person in the world.

 Timid and easily flustered by nature, Inko never was one to boast about herself, much less believe she was in anyway a mighty force (that was Mitsuki - woman could bring a house down with her scowl alone). Her quirk wasn’t much either. It was a small ability, that was only able to attract objects smaller than herself. Considering her own height - an even five foot with socks on, there was very little she could do with her quirk.

 Even so, her dark hair a mess from the morning’s events, and face flushed, she realized she was at least able to bring about something that was more powerful than any quirk could manifest.

 For in that moment, Inko held the universe in her arms.

 And he had her eyes.

 “Hello Izuku.”

 ---

 “It’s such a risky quirk, but it would really put my mind at ease for you to be more careful.” His mother admonished, worry between her eyes.

 With one arm in a cast while the other was wrapped to the fingertips in bandages, Izuku couldn’t blame his mother. He felt shame tumble in in his gut for causing her distress.

 “I’m sorry mom. I promise, I’ll work hard to be more careful.” At least, Izuku will try. He frowned at his wrapped hand, determined.

 He didn’t like worrying anyone, even less his own mother. The young man didn’t make promises lightly, and he would work his utmost to ensure he would learn to control One For All.

 Izuku worried his lips between his teeth, his ever thinking mind flung from this topic to another. The connection of mothers and promises brought something else that weighed heavily on him.

 The hero-in-training remembered an uneasy smile and bi-colored features. He dwells on Todoroki’s assent for him to promise that Izuku himself not tell anyone about Endeavor.

 Izuku wanted Todoroki as a friend. He wanted to keep his promise. But.

 Izuku also wanted to be a hero, the kind who will help everybody with a smile on his face. The secret his friend had shared with him, wasn’t something to smile about.

 Heroes help everyone, especially their friends.

 “Anyway!” Inko quipped to change the subject, “I recorded everything! After dinner how about we watch-”

 “Hey mom.”

 Inko blinked, emerald eyes startled. Izuku was never one to interrupt someone. Eyes that usually mirrored hers held flares of determination and….uncertainty. “Izuku? Baby, what is it?”

 Mothers knew their sons. And this one knew there was something deeply unsettling hers.

 Izuku squirmed in his seat, pressing his toes against the kitchen tile. “I.” He started, before losing his words.

 Inko, ever patient, waited for her boy to be ready.  

 “Mom, I need.” Izuku cleared his throat. “I need help, helping someone.”

 ---

 Of course, there were moments when Inko felt smaller than she ever was. Raising a child on her own on top of working, often left her nerves frayed and heart weak.

 At almost seven months, Izuku was a wriggly little thing with more hair than any baby Inko believed should have. It stuck out in every possible direction and refused to be tamed.

 Heavily she sat herself in the rocking chair of Izuku’s baby room, the baby himself a dead weight in her arms. He was a roly-poly ball of giggles and laughter on his own, but the moment Inko picked him up, he was like a sack of sugar. Completely wiggle-free and content.

 “Mama’s tired Izuku.”

 Understatement of the century. She leaned her head back, hair falling from its bun and closed her eyes to will away the weariness in them.

 “Mama.”

 “Yes?”

 “Mama. Mama!”

 After a mantra of “mamas,” Inko jerked upright, suddenly more awake than she’d been in months. “Did you just?”

 Her baby pressed his little fist into her face with a gummy smile. “Mama!”

 A watery, delighted giggle escaped Inko’s throat. “You’re first word!”

“Mama!” “That’s right.” She pressed her face into Izuku’s head of baby baby hair. “I’m Mama.”

 Then there were moments when she felt she was queen of the universe.

 ---

 When the next school day rolled around, Shouto Todoroki squinted at Izuku Midoriya.

 “Why are you so skittish?” The former asked.

 Izuku forced a laugh, trying for nonchalant, only to sound like a broken television. “I’m not skittish, who’s skittish? Not me!”

 Todoroki gave Izuku the most doubtful look in the history of doubting facial expressions, and it only caused the hero-in-training to sweat under pressure.

 It wasn’t as though he had done anything wrong, but the fact that he spilled the beans to his mother about Shouto’s secret turned Izuku into a bag of nervous energy.

 At least he didn’t blab to anyone in class (though Izuku wondered if he should tell Aizawa-Sensei, also). No, Izuku Midoriya shared it with the one person he trusted more than All Might himself.

 The bell rang, signaling that all youths get to class or be grass. The dark haired teen jumped at the sound and turned heel to class. “GOTTAGOTOCLASSNOWBYE!!!”

 Todoroki watched, baffled. “...But we’re in the same class,” he told the air.

 Shrugging, the bi-colored teen also made his way to the classroom. If he remembered correctly, Midoriya was always a little jittery. Not that Shouto knew a lot about the other boy’s personality of habits. He had an idea, ever since the Sports Festival, but still.

 Friendship needed a lot of learning on both sides.

 Upon entering the classroom, Shouto heard a familiar snarl, and didn’t need to actually look over to see Bakugou looming over Izuku.

 “Deku why the fuck was your mother over at my house last night?”

 Hero-in-training, aka Deku, aka Izuku, squeaked and slid into his seat. “I-I don’t-” He choked on his tongue. Saying he didn’t know was adding more to a lie he hadn’t yet said.

 Then again, he didn’t truly know. But he had an idea.

 Before the literal exploding teenager could speak more, Todoroki spotted the other’s first place medal from the festival haphazardly stuffed in his desk.

 Bakugou’s nostrils flared and he choked and hissed out onomatopoeia around the gold medal that was shoved into his mouth.  

 “It’s too early for this racket.” Shouto stated, staring Bakugou down. The other teen was literally smoking out the ears and spat out the medal. “Why don’t you fucking do something about it then you piece of shi-PITGUFUCK!”

 The medal was once again lodged into Katsuki’s raging mouth, this time by their teacher’s mobile scarf.

 “That’s enough Bakugou, to your seat. Class is starting.” Aizawa-Sensei began, looking about as done with his day as he usually did.

 ---

 “Mama draw.” It wasn’t an order, it was a statement of events. Little Izuku Midoriya scribbled on the landmine of paper Inko had layered across the table in hope that it would be spared all of her baby’s crayon scritches.

 So far, it was 85% successful.

 “Yes, I can see Izuku is drawing.” The mother reiterated, justifying her son’s actions. She herself was typing purposefully, wanting to fill out this job application before dinner.

 “I draw!” the two year old triumphed. His mother nodded, on instinct giving out a hummed “mmm-hmm.”

 Soon, the boy toddled over to his mother and gently set his masterpiece in her lap. “I draw!” He again proclaimed. Stopping her typing, Inko lifted the scribbled paper up and inspected it as only a mother could.

It was very green.

 “Oh I see, it’s very lovely Izuku!” She praised. “Is it another hero?”

 Her baby was slowly becoming fixated on the world’s hero community ever since seeing them on television.

 The toddler pointed at the paper proudly. “Yes! Hero.” Then he began climbing his way into her lap to replace the paper. It looked like the application was inevitably put on hold until Izuku got distracted by another activity.

 Helping her baby up, Inko fluffed his curls asking, “Which hero is it?”

 “Mama.” Izuku patted his hand on his mother’s face, face alit in an affectious freckled grin.

 Oh. “Oh baby.” Inko willed herself to not cry the happy tears threatening to spill. Cuddling her son closer, she mock whispered. “What to know a secret?”

 “Secret!” Izuku cried out, nodding his head excitedly, little face determined.

 “Mama couldn’t be a hero without Izuku.” She continued to stage, poking her nose to his little one.

“I hero?”  The little one inquired, pointing to himself.

 The mother grinned, “Yes. The greatest hero in the universe.”

 “Mama’s hero.”

 “That too.”

 ---

 Inko Midoriya, five foot-one with her shoes on, triple checked the room number to ensure that, yes, this was the correct one.

 Triple, because as usual, her careful anxiety lead her to believe that it COULD have been the wrong one. But it wasn’t. So that was that.

 The next step was to actually knock on the door.

 Inko took a deep breath and lightly smacked the sides of her face with both hands, to psych herself out. With a determined eye that her son had so obviously inherited, Inko knocked on the door. She waited exactly three seconds before entering.

 The other person inside blinked, confusion coloring the calm face. Obviously, Inko was not the person they were used to seeing.

 “H-hello! I’m Inko Midoriya.” She bowed low before popping back up. “A-and our sons, I mean I have son! Izuku, he’s a friends with-our sons, they’re friends and I thought well, I thought I’d come and introduce myself and I’m sorry if this seems-” Oh dear.

 She was babbling wasn’t she? Inko was never good at introductions.

 Yuki Todoroki blinked, once, twice, before unclasping her hands she realized she’d been clasping tight. “Shouto’s..friend?”

 Stopping her rambling, Inko nodded repeatedly. “Yes! Yes, Izuku is his friend and I-YOU’RE CRYING!”

 The other mother hide her face and shuddered, while the smaller began to fret. 

The door slammed open without so much as a warning, causing both mothers to startle. “Yo! Sorry I’m late, traffic was a bitch- Woah!” Mitsuki Bakugou stopped short, large tote bag slung over her shoulder.

 Red eyes surveyed the room. “What the fuck, Inko why did you make her cry?”

 “I-I didn’t mean to!” The shorter defended, frantic hand moving in the air. 

Before both women could squabble, the third cleared her throat, drawing their attention. “I’m fine, really. Please ignore me.” She wiped her eyes, and attempted to smile.

 Yuki Todoroki wasn’t crying in distress.

 Her baby had friends. Her tears were that of joy.

 But.

 “By the way.” Yuki looked back and forth between the two invading her assigned room. “Why are you...here?”

 Inko and Mitsuki looked to one another. The tallest grinned roughly while the shorter’s was more mild.

---

 Contrary to what many believe, All Might was not Izuku Midoriya’s first hero.

 The boy looked up to the man wholeheartedly, and would continue to look up to him. The fact that the hero was offering to personally train the teenager only fueled the boy’s respect (and hero worship).

 But before All Might, Izuku’s first hero was Inko Midoriya.

 Everything he learned about how to be as a person, was from her. And considering those traits where what the Number One Hero saw worthy to be his successor?

 That was something to take pride in.

 Inko’s son had asked for her help. She has never once let her boy down.

 She was the most powerful woman, because the universe was on her side.