#Izuku Midorya

[pealingpetals]

fantasy au-- now with knife!!

[i-cant-find-a-damn-name]

[kajinovaa]

in the meanwhile i satiate the absence with a semi late spooky month theme of a freshly turned baby vamp

[nori-draws-sometimes]

It's been too long since I drew him!! someone get this boy a therapist

[winteravian]

heritage

[ssnaruto]

Bokugo and deku

[dorian1903]

„He wants that cookie so effing bad.“

[deku-smash]

[sscarred-starss]

MHA HCS - 2

Deku!! - I SHIP BKDK

He RELIGIOUSLY wears Kacchans merch to sleep, nOTHING else.

He has a Toothless onesie and Kacchan thinks its just the CUTEST thing when he wears it. wore it once on halloween bc he didnt have time to get a real costume

TRANS, his prns r he/it/bun (*yes he uses neopronouns) (IM GONNA USE THESE IN MY POSTS.)

Uses :3, OvO, >v<, ect. CONSTANTLY when texting his friends (+ uses them even more when texting Kacchan)

Kacchan randomly just PICKS HIM UP sometimes, like hes NOTHIN (he is nothin, SO LIGHT to Kacchan)

Has to stand on his tip toes to kiss Kacchan (and he still needs to bend over a bit)

[splimeyart]

Them 🥰

[ivorygreens]

im on a trip and all I can think about is forced close proximity bkdk all awkward and fumbling but excited about sharing a bed

[pealingpetals]

They deserve to kiss a lot.

[i-cant-find-a-damn-name]

[seagreenstardust]

Just realizing again that Izuku matters to Katsuki. Izuku has always mattered to him, and we know that because Katsuki could never just let Izuku go.

So what if Deku was more inherently heroic than he was at five years old? The kid was quirkless and clearly never going to be a hero, so what did it matter? He could have just lived his life, moved on, not cared.

But even as young as he was some part of Katsuki knew Izuku was his person, his rival. He’s always known that quirkless Deku was the one he’d have to beat to prove himself. Katsuki made Izuku the most important person in his life by continuing to focus on him, by seeing him as a threat. Yeah he dealt with it badly and yeah it was unhealthy and wrong and honestly tragic, but that doesn’t change the fact that Izuku has mattered to Katsuki from the start.

[ant1quarian]

... i need PTSD Midoriya thank you very fuckin' much.

this OP motherfucker has no mental repercussions for doing what he does. for living through all of that shit.

fuck it he has OSDD now and his headmates are the other holders of One For All.

( i won't be ranting about Mha a lot. undertale is still far more beloved )

[notsunnyowo]

 Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader (part 2)

(part 1)

Soulmate.

Such a fascinating concept. One would be lucky to find the other half of their soul, their mate. That one person who completes you, makes you feel whole again.

Even if you might've never known that you could ever feel in such a way.

 

***

"Mom! Have you seen my other shoe? I can't find it anywhere!" (Y/n) called out, crouching down and looking around for her missing shoe.

"Have you tried looking on the drawers?"

"Of course I have! It's not anywhere!" The girl slumped. "I can't believe I managed to loose my shoe! I've officially got the worst luck ever." 

"Oh quit your sulking." Her mother said as she entered the hallway and walked over to her daughter. "I'll find that shoe of yours."

"It's pointless mom! I've literally looked everywhere and there's absolutely no sign of my other-"

"Found it."

The awestruck girl looked at her mother as if she'd just done the most mind-blowing magic trick of all time. "What? How?"

Handing her the other shoe (Y/n)'s mother patted her daughter on the back. "Not important, now get a move on kiddo! You don't want to be late for school now, do you?"

Wiping the disbelief off her features, the (h/c) haired girl took the shoe and put it on, tying the laces into a neat knot.

"Bag? Check. ~ Uniform? Check. ~ Awesome attitude? Double check. M'all ready to go!" She smiled before giving her mom a quick hug goodbye.

"Bye mom! I'll see you after school!"

 

***

Emeny.

A person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. Most would consider themselves lucky not to have an encounter with such a person.

 

However.

 

Although a few. There are certain exceptions who'd be thrilled to meet that exact person.

 

***

With her hand tightly holding the strap of her bag, the girl made her way towards her new school.

UA High.

The school for the best of the best. The best school in Japan for any and all who sought a career in the hero business. Be it as a support item designer or a hero, UA was the best place for the job!

After all.. The top heroes had graduated there, so it only made sense that it was the best.

I can't believe I'm actually attending UA! This is so cool! Maybe I'll get to meet some Pro-Heros while on campus. ~ Wasn't there a rumor about All Might teaching here?

That would be so coo-

 

Slam!

 

Thanks to her daydreaming and not paying enough attention to her surroundings, the young girl walked right into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!-" She immediately apologized, embarrassment seeping into her with each passing second as she glanced at the tall blonde in front of get.

Sweet mother of cheese, is this guy real? 

Right in front of her was standing a tall, broad guy who by her standards, looked like someone out of a teen magazine. She felt the heat rising to her cheecks as she realized that she was still pressed against his chest.

Am I dreaming or is that a six pack?-

Shooing those thoughts out of her head she immediately backed up.

Good lord he was hot.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you fucking see where you're going?" His gruff and extremely abrasive voice sounded.

So much for being hot.-

Upon further inspection the boy appeared to be around her age and absolutely pissed.

With a scowl matching the boy's one, (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. Tilting her head up, she glared back at him.

"Rude much." She spat, a strong distaste coating her words.

So what if she found him attractive? That was no way to speak to someone you just met! Even if they'd just bumped into you.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to say? ~ Perhaps a written apology? Would that suit your needs?"

"Oi, are you mocking me?!" The blonde shot back as a set of tiny explosions ignited in his hand.

Must be his quirk.

"And what if I am?" She said under her breath. "Mr. Blasty Mc-splody." The nickname rolled off her tounge with such ease she almost didn't realize she'd said it.

At that nickname, the already irritated blonde was now fuming with rage. Who did this girl think she was? Talking to him like that! He ought'a show her who's boss.

"You wanna say that again, you extra?" The boy growled, his words laced with venom.

"Oh, I dunno." Replied (Y/n), giving him a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. "Look. I'd love to stay and chat but- I've got places to be, people to meet. ~ So, y'know."

The girl further emphasized her words with a quick shoulder raze and a simultaneous side-tilt of her head.

"See ya!" She waved, before walking around the awestruck blonde and continuing on her merry way.

 

What the fuck just happened?

 

***

"UA at last!" (Y/n) sighed as she looked up at the large school building. "I still can't actually believe I made it here!"

The school was big, almost too big for her liking. There were so many different corridors and areas, one might get lost trying to navigate them! It was a pure miracle that (Y/n) didn't loose her way on her little quest to find class 1-A's homeroom.

Once she finally did though, she was immediately met with the colossal door in front of her classroom.

Woah.

Taking in a deep breath, the girl stepped trough the door and into the classroom. There weren't too many students inside giving the girl just about enough seating spots to choose from. Opting for a spot near the window she placed her backpack onto the desk.

"Hi there!" A voice from behind called out to her, causing the young student to quickly turn around and face whoever had approached her.

A girl with short pink hair and matching pink skin was smiling widely at her.

"Oh, hello." (Y/n) replied, sounding a bit more nervous than she intended to.

"I'm Mina Ashido! It's nice to meet'cha!" 

Seeing the cheerful girl (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back. "Nice to meet you too. I'm (L/n) (Y/n)."

"So what school are you from (L/n)?" The pink-toned girl asked, leaning on the desk.

"Oh, I'm from Yokosuka Junior High." She answered before shooting the girl with a question of her own. "And you?"

"Mustafa Private Middle School." The pink skinned girl replied.

For the next few minutes Mina and (Y/n) conversed on various topics. From their middle school years to their future plans and aspirations. The two girls really hit it off. 

But all good things must come to an end.

And so (Y/n)'s carefree conversation was interrupted from the abrupt commotion coming from the desk behind her.

"You cannot sit in such a manner! You are disrespecting the school with your behavior! You are at UA, show some respect!" The stern voice caught (Y/n)'s attention.

But what really had her head turning was the painstakingly familiar, gruff voice that followed.

"Did they shove a stick up your ass? Or were you just born with it?"

Oh you've gotta be kidding me-

(Y/n) simply couldn't believe her luck. Out of all the people that could be in her class why did it have to be that hot arrogant guy she stumbled upon on her way to school?

For a split second the two locked eyes with one another. Vermillion orbs meeting (e/c) ones. In that moment, the girl felt an odd sensation in her wrist. It was as if a sudden source of heat had been brought right up to it causing the flesh to warm up.

That was.. odd, to say the least.

Noticing that the blonde's attention was no longer situated on him, the blue haired male glanced over to what, or in this case who, had managed to steal his attention away from the clearly extremely important lecture, young Tenya was giving to this brash boy who was now his classmate.

He did not recognize the girl, leasing him to the clear assumption that she must be from another school. And if that was the case he must do the proper thing in this situation and introduce himself to her.

"You there!" The boy said gesturing to the startalled female.

"Me?"

"Indeed. I apologize, I haven't introduced myself yet. ~ I'm Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy." He finished.

"O-Oh, I'm (L/n) (Y/n).. From Yokosuka Junior High." (L/n) answered. "It's nice to meet you." 

Well this guy's attention sure did a full 180! Wasn't he busy lecturing to Blasty over there just a minute ago?

"The pleasure is all mine." He answered, however his words fell on deaf ears as young (L/n) was far too occupied with trying to ignore the ruby eyes boaring holes into the side of her head.

If looks could kill she was sure she'd be a gonner.

It took her all the strength she could muster to simply not look back at the blonde.

Lucky for her however, their teacher soon came to the rescue and pried the blonde's eyes off her. Thank you Erasure Head!

"Settle down class.." The way too tiered-looking man began. His whole demeanor really did fit the whole "I don't get payed enough for this" trope. Disheveled and unkept look, tiered eyes, he looked like everything except what you'd normally expect a proper teacher to look like.

"Since most of you don't know each other we can start off by introducing yourselves to the rest of your classmates."

The air was silent for a moment as everyone looked at one another, waiting to see if anyone was good Ng to step up and be the first to break this deafening silence.

Not waisting any more time Aizawa gestured to a green green haired boy. "Go on." He began, gesturing to the boy with his hand, giving him the que to start with his introduction.

The next few minutes were filled spent with students telling the others their names and a few interesting things about themselves. Just as (Y/n) had expected. 

Well...

That was until his turn came.

In all honesty she hadn't expected to find him so quickly. She was sure that it was going Ng to take quite a long time, perhaps even a lifetime till she found him.a

She saw it as quite astonishing if she were to be completely honest.

And.. slightly saddening at the same time. Or perhaps disappointing would be a better a better fit?

 

"The name's Bakugou Katsuki."

 

***

The name your get on your hand belongs to either your soulmate..

 

Or your mortal enemy.

 

There's a fifty percent chance that a person gets either choice which at first doesn't seem like such a bad deal.

And perhaps it isn't? Who wouldn't be happy that it isn't a lower percentage?

The only thing that would make it better would be for there to exist a simple and easy way to determine which one you've got, instead of leaving it up to your own judgement of that person.

 

So then..

 

What does that leave me at?

 

.

.

.

 

A game of soulmate or not?

Author Note:

Thank you all for the support on the first chapter! You can also find this story on Ao3 under the same title. My account is IAintSunny.

This will be a multiple part story and I hope to see you all in the next chapter of Your Name!

(part 3)

Requested tag: @shininjjongg