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thequietmanno1 · 3 years ago

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Thelreads, MHA 247, Replies Part 2

1) “To be the best super hero, he’ll need to learn to inspire and cooperate with those around him, that’s what he’s here for.”- Bakugou’s a natural leader, and one of the best qualities a leader can have is a clear definition of not only their own limitations, but the capabilities of those around them and what they can all achieve working together as one. Bakugou’s character development has already started on him learning how to take his classmates into consideration and work together with them in concert, but now he needs to work on improving himself in the areas that he lacks so he can still stand at the forefront and led them as an all-round capable individual, able to achieve any goal or task he needs to, whilst also being aware of where his teammates can step in and take over for him.

A leader doesn’t just need to be able to inspire others, he needs to be capable of supporting those around him no matter the situation, and that means becoming more versatile so he’s prepared for anything, even if Bakugou needs help with working out exactly how to become more versatile than he already is, especially since, unlike Izuku, his quirk doesn’t come with a Swiss-army toolkit of additional powers, so he needs to better master his one power and how he uses it to turn it into a multi-use ability.

2) “Endeavor must be so fucking mad right now, not only he’ll need to tend to two extra kids besides his son, he’s now aware that they are all aiming at the top. He needs to suck it up and train the kids that will one day surpass his own son, that’s fucking hysterical to me”- If anything, he probably appreciates that drive, since it gives him common ground to work with them on in improving their quirks going forward. In contrast, Shoto’s frosty attitude and lack of ambition to become number one or push himself to that lofty goals due to his past issues makes it harder for Endeavour to properly train him. He wants to be better than he currently is, but it’s for himself, to not put his talents to waste, so as to properly compete with Izuku with all he’s got, like he told him to in the Sports tournament- but even then, he’s not doing it to become number one, or even the greatest hero.

He simply wants to be the best Shoto that he can, and if he needs Endeavour’s advice to do it, then he’ll take it- that that’s it.

Endeavour in turn, also recognises that he can push Shoto to be better, but he can never quite push him like he’d be doing with Izuku and Bakugou- he went too far with that back in Shoto’s childhood, and now they’re treading a parallel path to what they’ve done before, it’s a thin line they have to traverse between improving Shoto’s limits without undoing the tenebrous goodwill that they’ve built up so far.

3) “oh boy, look at that, he left Todoroki out of that, and it was completely on purpose. He did that because he thinks he knows what Todoroki is here for, he thinks he understands his kid and what he needs, but oh boy he couldn’t be more wrong…”- That and he’s, again, a man of action, not of speeches. He probably has no idea what to actually say to Shoto, and he doesn’t want to push him further away than he already has, so he’s just focusing on the two he has a better handle on and doing his best not to push Shoto out of his comfort zone.

4) “Oh right, we were in that moment- yeah, exactly like I said, endeavor thinks he knows what is the best for Todoroki, or even what he wants, but oh boy he couldn’t be wronger, and Todoroki is about to drive that in on his skull”- He’s right that Shoto needs his expertise and advice if he wants to get better, but dead-wrong about the motivations and end-goal that Shoto has set himself, and what he wants to get out of the training. He’s here to learn how to be better, but no matter what the outcome, it still doesn’t change his animosity towards Endeavour. That said, Shoto’s also looking at him as the number 1 hero, and seeing how he personally conducts his hero activities and hones the skills he needs to pay the bills is something good Shoto can gain from training with him- but he’s still, and always will be, judging both sides of Endeavour for their faults and merits all at once.

5) “I mean, I think that’s more on Midoriya than Bakugo, if we’re talking about the sports festival. After that I understand counting Bakugo on the situation, he was a major influence in pushing yourself towards your own path after all.”-Izuku helped him open his eyes to what he could accomplish if he tried to use everything he had, but Bakugou made him realise that he’s still too weak emotionally to fully get over his trauma in a single go, and he needs to improve his willpower and focus to equal their own drive if he honestly wants to compete with them as their equal. And that’s ultimately what Shoto wants- for all that his quirk makes him a powerful fighter and one of 1A’s Aces in a fight, he sees himself as having lesser emotional maturity and lacking in drive to become the best he can, because that feeds into his past traumas and how Endeavour tried to force him to follow the same path to achieve his ideals in his stead.

Shoto is still walking that same route, but he’s searching hard to make sure that every step, every effort he puts in is his own effort, and not something he’s doing to end up achieving Endeavour’s old dreams. He wants to become good enough to challenge Izuku and Bakugou without regrets or holding anything back, but he’s also struggling with achieving that same state of being because it means he ultimate has to become the kind of duel-quirk user his father always envisioned, and he wants to make sure that the person he becomes is still himself in the end, not his father’s tool.

6) “Yaaas drive the knife deeper! Not only you’re doing the opposite of what he wanted you’re making sure he knows how he’ll never be your inspiration, your hero. He’s no more than a tool, you’ll use him and move on, and there’s nothing he can do to change that.”- Endeavour still loses out to All Might as a hero in his kid’s heart, but unlike everybody else who praises him as the superior hero, Endeavour knows that this particular case is fully justified and something he himself caused. It would have been easy for Endeavour to become his son’s hero, even if not the number 1, if he only hadn’t let his obsessions blind him, and because he squandered the opportunities he had, he can only lament the loss and accept things as they are. You reap what you sow, but at least Endeavour’s not complaining or implying that it’s unfair in any capacity. He just takes it as it is, and moves on as best he can.

7) “Also, really liked that the left side of his face is the one showing up here, you know, the side of his mother. That’s her telling him off through him, and by god does he realized it. This volume is already promising.”- The unscarred half, talking to Endeavour’s scarred half, showing how Endeavour finally realised how ugly his twisted desires had made them, but also showing how it’s not something he can take back, or undo- he just has to bare the mark of shame on his face for all to see and carry it with him always, a constant reminder to, if not atone, at least be better than he used to be.

8) “Oh boo-hoo Endeavor, you really thought that he would just let bygones be bygones after all that? Christ- Well, it seems like you still haven’t fully grasped the extent of the damage you caused this family… Fret not, Todoroki’s two boyfriends here will make sure to remind you, with bats and crowbars.”- It’s kinda awkwardly hilarious in a bitter way- Izuku and Shoto know each other knows the full context of the Todoroki family drama, but they’re both Ignorant that Bakugou was listening in and is also getting the subtext here, whereas Burning totally doesn’t understand anything here and is wondering if this is her boss’s version of family bonding- which, after as fashion, it is, or at least as close to that as they’ll ever get. And this was 5 minutes of them standing in a room together and trying to have an honest conversation before Shoto’s family drama problems bubbled to the surface- it’s a wonder how nobody caught onto the bad relationship between this family for years beforehand.

9) “At least you aren’t bitching about it, maybe you’ll finally accept that there isn’t forgiveness down this road, even so, you better fucking continue down it, otherwise I’ll really break your knees.”- The Fan scans originally had him just say ‘Got It’, which, is really all he could have said to that. He’s not ignoring the truth or sifting the blame elsewhere, he not denying what he did, and he’s not trying to pretend to anybody that he can make it better with his future actions. He just carries that weight as best he can and moves onward, because letting it bog him down would be a disservice after everything he’s done.

It’s a messy situation, but at least neither side are ignoring the underlying problems here and attempting to pretend they’re anything other than a tangled mess both sides have to deal with in their own ways, for what has been endured and is now owed. There’s really no clear answer- even in reality, I doubt there could be a clear-cut solution to something like this- but by acknowledging that same mess, both sides are doing what they can to deal with it, which is the one thing they both agree needs to be done. Somehow, day by day, they’ll face their own battles and move onwards- to a better or worse place, who knows? But they’ll try.

10) “Makes sense, he was an overachiever, trying to surpass what amounts to a physical god. Interesting, in theory anyone in class 1-A could’ve come here, which just makes me wish that Todoroki brought everyone with him to shit on his father, that would’ve been great.”- True, but Endeavour’s not Aizawa. He’s a better teacher than All Might sure, but he can’t possibly handle and train a full class of student all by his lonesome and bring out 110% of their potential in under 4 months. Bringing the full class would be hilarious, but not cost-efficient for what’s needed to beat the PLF as it stands.

11) ““Damage to a minimum” says the guy that threw glass shrapnel three blocks over and melted every single street post around the scene of the crime.”- This implies that he could have done even more damage if he’s been actively trying too. As a reminder, Kamino ward ended up such a destructive shit-show because there was a fighter on scene on All Might’s strength level who did not care about collateral or holding back his blows- in fact he exploited the destruction as a handicap against All Might, who needed to expend equally destructive force against him to cancel out his attacks one by one. Being the top hero means you’ve got some serious muscle under your belt, but also severe restrictions that come with said great strength.

12) “Oh, so that’s the hurdle that they need to jump? C’mon, I can see how this can be tricky, but I’m already feeling that they’ll manage it rather quickly. Hell, even if you’re the number one with decades worth of experience, you still won’t be able to measure up to those boys here”- Well, Endeavour has demonstrated before that he’s not one to play nice or make things easy for others. If he’s given them such a task, it’s because he’ll be trying equally hard to catch all the villains around them before they have a chance to, meaning they’ll need to be earnestly better and faster than the current number 1 hero just once before their time’s up. It’s not unsurpassable, but it’s not an easy hurdle to clear either.

13) “Lovely. This is exactly what I wanted to see, him knowing that he won’t be forgiven, no matter what, and still continuing down this path. Shoto deserves this peace of mind after all that he went through, I’d hate for Endeavor to just revert back to what he was once he got to know that his “redemption” won’t give him back his family. “-Endeavour’s a changed man, and you don’t change without people constantly reminding you of what you used to be and making you reflect on it. Which Shoto is. Constantly, With Izuku and Bakugou pitching in every time he has to take a break. @thelreads

#bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #mha247

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itsnothingofinterest · 4 years ago

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BNHA is a series that really loves foils and parallels. This is an understandable love, because it’s a cool concept, and it’s generally agreed BNHA does it in cool ways. The way the villain trio each foil one of the main UA students, or Endeavor & his family and Ujiko & his Nomu, Izuku again and Shinsou…Hawks & Twice I guess.

But one that I think is really cool, yet doesn’t really get brought into discussion a whole lot, is All Might & Shigaraki; because those two actually have a lot of interesting similarities. So having notices their similarities, it seems only fair to compare and contrast them. It is my duty as a BNHA meta writer after all. So join me, and let’s go over what cool things these guys have in common.

The way of the Shimura

One thing they have in common is the teachings on Nana…at least in that, every quality All Might learned from Nana is also present in Shigaraki. The near constant smile that exudes an aura of confidence, and the habit of remembering your origin and motivation to power through the toughest of hurdles. And in addition, there’s the fact they even have a plan for the toughest of hurdled like that despite their god-like power; because being OP is no reason not to give it your all like you’re a cornered rat.

But what’s interesting about this is; they got these traits from different sources, and that has an effect on how they use them. All Might learned this stuff from Nana, and its stuff he consciously does as a result. He told Deku once that he smiles to stave off his fear, and his origin power up was preceded by him remembering Nana telling him to remember his origin for a power up. The smile is actually something he’s ended up inadvertently teaching to the next generation, with guys like Deku & Bakugou sporting big grins to mimic their hero.

Shigaraki however, did not learn these traits (I mean he’s obviously not mimicking All Might, and no one ever told him the limit breaking trick). No, instead he almost seems to have inherited these tricks, and as a result he does them far more naturally. He doesn’t stave of his fear with a confident smile, he just is confident. He doesn’t have to remember to get a boost by remembering why he’s fighting, he just kind of does it as soon as things get rough (assuming he doesn’t do it from the word go). And it’s impressive enough that he seemed to figure out the limit breaking trick on his own in the first place. What I’m trying to say is that Shigaraki is better than All Might.

No but I do think it’s a cool detail how they have these traits in common due to their connections to Nana, and how they individualize these traits due to the difference in those relations to Nana.

Literal Symbolism

Moving on to their most ‘neat little’ similarity, and one that’s pretty easy to pick up on, is their status as symbols to their allies and enemies (including civilian level guys on both sides of the conflict). They both have this way of inspiring faith in everyone on one side of the conflict and great fear on everyone on the other. Heck, Shigaraki has on occasion been called a symbol of fear in reference to All Might’s common title as the symbol of peace.

Even if it might be a minor thing overall, I actually think this is the coolest parallel between the two because it’s something nearly equal yet opposite about them; because generally speaking, the people one of them inspires are the people the other terrifies. Those on the heroes side, weather on the front lines or watching on TV, hold All Might in the highest regard and are terrified of Shigaraki & his League of Villains. Conversely; anyone who doesn’t support the heroes, whether they be some level of criminal/villain or just a civ unsatisfied with the current system, tend to be afraid of All Might but find Shigaraki appealing, perhaps even inspiring of hope.

That last bit I think is actually the biggest difference in the types of symbols they are though. Although both inspire fear in their enemies; what All Might inspires in his allies is peace, ease, he is here to save the day. What Shigaraki inspires in the unsatisfied or oppressed is, in some way the opposite; hope. The way things are now is going to change, former certainties are inverted, and things are getting flipped on their head; and for those at the bottom, that sounds like it could turn out pretty good for them. That’s the biggest difference in how those two exist right now.

How to Change the World in 10 Very Violent Steps

But I think the biggest thing they have in common is; Tomura’s goals and the way he goes about getting them are not to dissimilar to how All Might did things when he was starting out.

They both had the same starting point; thinking that society is really messed up and someone should to do something about it. And so under a powerful mentor, they set off to fight against vague bad things like “crime,” “oppression,” “apathy,” “conformity,” & “injustice”; which they quickly figured could be done by fighting specific groups of people responsible for the badness, either ‘villains’ or ’heroes,’ and on occasion some specific person or people on the top for at least a while.

From there, using all their power and great determination, and with a variety of motives from altruistic to rooted in personal revenge, they do all they can to oppose their enemies and bring them down. And anyone who gets in their way, well they get what’s coming to them; and no fuss is made because they probably deserved it if they were working for the bad guys. Besides we know their type; they’re the people who “spread chaos” or “sweep their mistakes under the rug” or whatever. So it’s okay, even if they die. And you may be wonder what I’m talking about because All Might’s never killed anyone; but remember that Hero Aca’s Japan is pretty big on the death sentence if Tartarus’ existence means anything, so he is at least “responsible for deaths.” But again, they deserved it so it’s okay; or at least that’s the mentality.

And honestly, even though we can tell the big difference in morality between their actions; it’s easy to see why Shigaraki couldn’t, and instead see their actions as the same. After all, Shigaraki thinks of the government & specifically those running the hero system as just as despicable as All Might perceived All For One to be…and he is not far off on that so far. But the difference is in those below them. AFO’s empire was protected by criminals; while hero society is protected by heroes. And we can tell the difference there, but why would Shigaraki? He’s an outsider to society, so he just sees another rival empire; what’s the difference to him between the villains that maintained AFO’s or Overhaul’s order and the heroes maintaining their own order?

(Of course, there is the vast difference in civilian casualties to consider, but we can’t expect too much from a guy taught morality by AFO.)

But y’know, I’m actually interested in the implications there. Because if Shigaraki is, in a sense, where All Might once was; what might that mean for his future if he were to succeed in his ambitions? And what might that mean for Izuku, who’d likely be coming after him.

Conclusion:

So what’s the point in all this? Well for one, it’s cool. Foils are cool, simple as that; but especially when we’re talking about two of the coolest characters in the series. All Might & Shiggy are both symbols, they’re both connected to Nana and both got the same things from her, and they both wanted to improve what they saw as wrong in society, and did/do so through violence. But there’s more to fils than aesthetic.

What really interests me by looking at their similarities, and what I want to close on, is the cyclical implications that arise from them. For you see, while All Might intended for Deku to be “next” it doesn’t look like that’s how it’s gonna turn out; not immediately anyway. Or, to go further back; first there was All For One as the driver of society, and then he got beaten & in a way usurped by All Might. Now it seems Shigaraki will be the one to fill the vacuum All Might left as the one to shape society, and then if things stay on course, Deku will beat him and fulfil that position himself. If that is how things turn out; it will imply a cycle of great heroes and villains taking the reins of society from each other in great battles, possibly for as long as heroes, villains, and quirks shall exist. And that sucks; which means somewhere along the lines, something is gonna have to change.

#bnha #shigaraki tomura #all might #nana shimura #analysis #hero society #lov #league of villains #paranormal liberation front #PLF #midoriya izuku #all for one #as an aside this is my blog's 5000th post #so that's pretty neat

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ao3feed-todoroki · 3 years ago

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The Wings of a Dove (You Set Me Free)

the wings of a dove (you set me free) by shousoba

He wouldn't have known what to do if he was saved. The treatment he had received was the only thing he had back then, he wouldn't know otherwise. To be cared for in a way that was unconditional seemed impossible.

To think it was real, so real, with Izuku beside him sent his heart tumbling into his stomach. Younger Shouto would look upon this sight, relaxed adult Shouto Midoriya, and frown.

Why are you not scared?

He has Izuku. Who never makes him doubt his safety, never makes him second guess the protection he's under. His father can not reach him here.

"You still didn't deserve it," Izuku whispers.

"I know."

Words: 1705, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Married Couple, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Characters Are Pro Heroes, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto Wears Glasses, Past Abuse, Recovery, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Inspired by Poetry, Married Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Mentioned Best Man Bakugou Katsuki, Mentioned Best Man Sero Hanta

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38827593

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #♥#Tododeku #Enji Todoroki #❄️🔥#⚣#R:G #A:Shousoba #Abuse #Fluff #Angst

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ao3feed-tododeku · 3 years ago

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The Wings of a Dove (You Set Me Free)

the wings of a dove (you set me free) by shousoba

To think it was real, so real, with Izuku beside him sent his heart tumbling into his stomach. Younger Shouto would look upon this sight, relaxed adult Shouto Midoriya, and frown.

Why are you not scared?

He has Izuku. Who never makes him doubt his safety, never makes him second guess the protection he's under. His father can not reach him here.

"You still didn't deserve it," Izuku whispers.

"I know."

Words: 1705, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38827593

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #♥#R:G #A:Shousoba #Abuse #Fluff #Angst

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 4 years ago

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Req: Izuku isn't one to keep grudges. He'd rather bury the hatchet & move on. But when word got out that Bakugō's past as a bully & an abuser got exposed at the latest annual Hero Gala, where he just got promoted to the #1 Hero no less, Izuku couldn't deny the small feeling of satisfaction within him. Soon, Bakugō lost the respect of his fellow Class 1-A graduates, former UA teachers, most of Japanese citizens & the whole world. His Hero license got revoked. He becomes what Izuku used to be.

Me: Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just wanna go apeshit? Izuku: N- Not partic- Me: TOO LATE!

I kinda incorporated these two asks, so please enjoy ~5000 words of Bakugou Katsuki / My Fist In His Face! :D

Edit: Ao3 Link: Fall from Grace ______

‘And taking the number two spot, moving down a place from last time, is the second coming of the symbol of peace, Hero Dekiru!’ The announcer exclaimed excitedly.

Forcing a bright smile onto his face, Izuku stepped out onto the stage and took his place next to Creati, who had secured the third spot. He looked out over the audience and waved as his fans cheered excitedly. Inside though, he wanted nothing more than to hide away and take his frustrations out on one of his home gym’s punching bags.

‘That means, folks, this season’s number one hero isss...’ The announcer paused for dramatic effect. ‘The Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight!’

Izuku had to refrain from wincing when the audience’s cries and cheers became almost deafening. Kacchan strode out onto the stage, a manic smile on his face as he set off some celebratory explosions from his palms. As the blonde walked past Izuku, he muttered a quiet ‘Take that, Deku’ that only Momo and Shoto could hear. Izuku glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two; Momo furrowed her eyebrows, unimpressed, while Shoto didn’t even bother to hide his eye roll and displeased snort.

Kacchan took his place next to Izuku, smirking for all to see. When the crowd eventually fell silent, the announcer made her way down the line, asking each of the top ten heroes for a comment. Usually, Izuku would listen intently and nod along, but it was currently taking all of his energy just to maintain his reassuring presence.

All Might never had this problem. He thought to himself, as Suneater nervously stuttered through his speech.

His mentor always seemed so far away from the other heroes that he never had a problem bagging first place.

Ever since Izuku graduated from UA though, it had been a constant battle between who gained the spot of number one hero. Izuku liked friendly competition and rivalry, having dealt with it long enough that he had to learn to like it; he liked the competition because it meant he could build himself to be the best hero he could possibly be. However, the fact that it was always between him and Kacchan was getting a little old.

Izuku couldn’t fathom it. He wasn’t a bitter person; he knew that he had to work hard to earn the number one spot… But it was no secret that he had saved the most people throughout their careers so far. He had done everything he could to be the next symbol of peace and people did see him that way. They relied on him and believed in him. If they were in trouble, it wasn’t Dynamight they called for. It was Dekiru...

Everyone just seemed to like Kacchan more.

Izuku should be used to it by now. Ever since they were kids, it had been the same. He knew he shouldn’t let this get to him. He became what he was meant to be. He was the symbol of peace and he didn’t need a ranking to prove that-

‘Hero Dekiru!’ The announcer greeted, rounding on Izuku and startling him enough that he nearly launched himself into the air. She shoved the microphone in his face expectantly and he had to remind himself that it was his turn to speak.

'Er…' He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled endearingly. 'I know I'm prone to rambling, so I'll keep it short haha!'

The room laughed along with him and Izuku blushed a little. 'I just want to say that I am so proud of my fellow heroes! You've all been amazing and deserve recognition for it.' He swallowed thickly. 'And congratulations to Ka- to Dynamight for reaching number one! I'll be sure to work extra hard to catch up!'

He felt a pair of crimson eyes burning holes into his side. Ignoring it, Izuku raised his fist into the air. 'Let's all continue to do our best! Pluuuuus…'

'Ultra!' The audience chorused, before erupting into a round of applause. Izuku's smile felt genuine when he saw so many people inspired by his words.

'Yeah, good luck with that, Deku!' His smile faltered slightly when Kacchan grabbed the mic and started his own speech. 'I've made it to number one and I'm here to stay! I'm the best of the best and I can't wait to punch some more bastards!'

'Language!' The announcer squeaked, albeit she giggled along with the crowd.

While everyone was distracted, Izuku snuck a glance at Shoto, only to find his partner already staring at him knowingly.

You okay? His eyes seemed to say.

Izuku shrugged ever so slightly.

Aren't I always?

☀️🌙

Everything felt fuzzy.

Izuku raised a hand to his face and regarded it with narrow eyes as it slowly came into focus.

'You okay, love?'

Izuku pulled his head back, forming a double chin, and looked over at the person beside him who had spoken. He instantly recognised the long white and red hair, styled into a loose braid that framed his partner's angelic face, and relaxed.

'Shouchan!' He slurred out, leaning forwards and throwing his arms around him. 'Where have you been? I missed you!'

'I've been sitting next to you for the past 15 minutes.' Shoto pulled back and raised an eyebrow. 'You've been staring out into space for a while. You okay?'

'Just thinking.' Izuku leaned his elbow on the table in front of them and rested his cheek in his hand.

The two of them were at the annual hero gala that always occurred two days after the summer rankings were announced. Usually, Shoto was the one begging them not to go, while Izuku dragged him with a promise of cold soba at the end of it. This time, however, the opposite had happened. Not only had Izuku been adamant about not wanting to go, but Shoto had actively encouraged him to attend, reasoning that Izuku would regret it if he didn’t. Eventually, he begrudgingly caved and agreed to go, but only after a two hour pouting session.

Oh well, At least there was alcohol at this thing.

'What’re you thinking about?' Shoto asked. 'Usually, you mumble when you're thinking.'

'It's improper to bitch about the number one hero out loud, Shoto-kun.' Izuku replied easily, looking over at where some fancy people from the Hero Commission were congratulating Kacchan, who looked so smug Izuku couldn't help but scrunch his face up in distaste.

'Those results were such bullshit.' Shoto muttered, following his gaze. 'You're better than him by a long shot and people love you, yet-’

'-Kacchan always wins.' Izuku sighed. 'Maybe I need to be more like him and-'

'Don't even go there, Izuku.' Shoto warned. 'I'll give you a pass because you're a bit tipsy, but don't ever suggest that again.’

His partner raised his hands and cupped his cheeks, forcing Izuku to look at him. 'People love you so much because you're you. You don't need to change anything about yourself. All Might didn't pick Bakugou. One for All didn't pick Bakugou. I didn't pick Bakugou. We picked you, because you are worthy. You defeated All for One. You saved the world more times than I can count. You're brave and kind and somehow gentle despite being a fucking powerhouse, so don't even think for a moment that you need to be more like him, because Midoriya Izuku is so much better.'

‘Shoto-kun...’

Izuku felt his eyes begin to water and hurriedly moved to bury his face in the crook of his partner’s neck to hide his tears. He wished he didn’t have to be here, under the constant gaze of the media. He wanted to be able to cry freely, but he was a symbol and symbols didn’t cry.

Unless they were the symbol of crying… Izuku reckoned he’d be pretty good at that.

He felt Shoto freeze in his arms when some camera shutters suddenly went off not too far away.

‘I’m sorry, love.’ He murmured against his ear. ‘Time to be Dekiru again.’

Izuku sighed heavily, before lifting his head and turning towards the camera, a bright smile on his face as he waved to the lens.

‘Dekiru!’ One journalist shouted. ‘We were hoping to take pictures of the top three heroes together. Would you mind joining us for a moment?’

‘Of course!’ Izuku beamed. He stood then, before bowing to Shoto. In a moment of boldness, he took his partner’s hand in his own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. The cameras went wild, but Izuku focused only on the lovely blush dusting Shoto’s cheeks. ‘See you soon.’

Shoto hummed in response, not knowing what to do with himself, and Izuku smiled softly, before he stepped away and allowed himself to be shimmied over to the desired area. He stumbled slightly from the alcohol - if anyone noticed, they didn’t comment.

Izuku’s jaw dropped when his eyes landed on Momo, who was already waiting for them on the red carpet. She looked absolutely gorgeous tonight; her hair was styled in a half-up half-down braid, allowing her loose hair to cover her shoulders and run down her body without getting in her eyes. She donned a sleeveless scarlet dress, which accentuated the muscles of her arms and complimented her ebony eyes exquisitely. The material fit snugly at her waist, before flowing out around her, like the petals of a red lily flower, until it reached the floor. She made Izuku look incredibly underdressed, with his forest green suit, lack of tie and signature red shoes.

Granted, at the start of the night, Shoto had insisted that Izuku’s legs looked so good that he wouldn’t mind being crushed by them, but he had quickly waved him off. His partner was biased.

‘Momo-san!’ He greeted, taking her hands in his own when he reached her. ‘You look as beautiful as always!’

‘Oh stop!’ She giggled, squeezing his hands affectionately. ‘You’re one to talk. Shoto-san took me aside earlier to complain about how handsome you looked.’

Izuku’s face turned the same colour as her outfit.

‘He what now?’

Momo merely laughed in response, but before she could say anything else, the booming voice of the number one hero drowned out all other sounds.

‘Let’s get this over with, extras.’ Kacchan rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles, joining them on the carpet.

Izuku and Momo nodded in greeting and the three of them waited for the photographers to tell them where to stand.

The shoot lasted all of ten minutes, but to Izuku, it felt like an hour. Having to listen to Kacchan’s quiet jibes about how great he was was starting to get on his nerves. Izuku knew he shouldn’t let his words grate at him so badly, but the alcohol was starting to exacerbate his resentment towards the blonde, to the point where he was about to explode.

It wasn’t until they were making their way back to the main area that he finally cracked.

‘It must suck to be you, Deku.’ Kacchan grinned, hands deep in his pockets as he looked ahead at the Dynamight posters plastered to the walls.

Izuku grit his teeth to keep his signature smile on his face, but otherwise didn’t respond.

Kacchan took that as his cue to continue. ‘I mean, I can’t imagine how disappointed All Might must feel right now. Even with all those quirks and One for All, I’m still better than you.’

He’s just being Kacchan. Ignore him.

‘It seems All Might’s legacy ends with him, if his successor can’t even keep the number one spot. Seems you’ll always be behind me, no matter how many times I have to put you in your place.’

He’s wrong… Toshinori-san is proud of me.

‘Remember when I told you to hope for a quirk in the next life?’ Kacchan laughed. ‘I take it back. Turns out that even with a quirk, you’ll always be a loser.’

Izuku’s eye twitched.

‘Maybe you and Icyhot really are meant for each other. After all, you’re both disappointments to your families.’

Izuku’s body moved before he could comprehend what was happening. One moment, his fist was at his side, the next it was colliding with Kacchan’s jaw. Despite his lightning fast reflexes, the blonde hadn’t anticipated such an attack and was sent flying. In midair, he set off a series of explosions from his palms to steady himself as he descended.

When he landed, the entire room went silent.

‘What the fu-’

‘How dare you talk about Shoto like that!’ Izuku yelled. ‘Shoto is twice the man you will ever be. Don’t you dare call him a disappointment’

His entire body was shaking and he felt like his face was on fire. What was he doing? He was making a scene. What was everyone going to think of him after this?

‘You wanna fucking go?’ Kacchan roared.

Izuku quickly decided he didn’t care.

‘You think you’re so great, don’t you?’ He stood up straight, staring into those raging crimson eyes. His inhibitions had dissolved and all those pent-up emotions quickly flowed out, unfiltered. ‘You want everyone to think you’re the best of the best, when you couldn’t be further from it!’

‘Looks like someone’s pissed because I’m the number one-’

‘I don’t care about that!’ Izuku yelled. ‘I’m pissed because I used to actually think you were the greatest! I used to think your quirk was so amazing and that you really were the best! And what did I get for it? Broken bones, second-degree burns and taunts that I was a worthless nobody.’

‘Deku.’ Kacchan warned. Izuku noticed his expression change into something he almost didn’t recognise on his old friend’s face: fear.

‘What’s wrong, Kacchan? Afraid I’m going to expose you as the shitty person you really are?!’ He mocked, trying to keep his voice even. ‘Do you even remember what you used to do to me back when we were kids? I remember. I still live with the consequences every single day. Do you know how long it took for me to stop flinching whenever you spoke? Do you know that every time I hear a loud noise, my skin aches? It remembers all the times you used your quirk on me. You bullied me for over a decade and yet you have the audacity to say that I’m somehow the one who-’

‘I was trying to protect you!’ Kacchan shouted. He started to stride towards Izuku, but Kirishima quickly appeared from the crowd of curious onlookers and held him back. ‘You never took yourself into account! I was trying to stop you from hurting yourself!’

‘So you thought you’d hurt me instead?!’ Izuku couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. ‘“Protecting” me? Is that what you tell yourself at night? That you were protecting me when you punched me for standing up to you? That you were protecting me when you destroyed my notebooks and threatened me daily?’

Izuku took a deep breath. No going back after this. ‘Were you protecting me when you told me to take a swan dive off the school’s roof when I was 14?’

The entire room gasped, before erupting into scattered noise. Journalists addressed Kacchan, asking if Izuku was telling the truth; several pro-heroes were murmuring to each other, mortified, while the hosts of the event tried to de-escalate the situation but to no avail. Izuku wasn’t listening to all that though. His heart was pounding against his chest, the drumming in his ears drowning out all other noise. He squeezed his eyes shut.

What have I done? I can't believe I said all that! The symbol of peace is meant to keep it together all the time. I’m supposed to be strong for others. How can I be that, now that everyone knows that I’m useless Deku-

‘Izuku.’ He felt a hand brush against his own and Izuku opened his eyes to find Shoto standing in front of him, his expression one of concern. ‘My love, can you hear me?’

Izuku nodded rapidly and leant forward, allowing his partner to wrap him in a hug. He rested his forehead against a sturdy shoulder.

‘I fucked up.’ He murmured against the material of his kimono. ‘I fucked up so bad.’

‘Shhh, don’t say that.’ Shoto whispered, stroking his hair, before turning his head away to address the strangers approaching. His voice turned icy. ‘No, Dekiru will not be taking comments. Back off if you know what’s good for you.’

When they took the hint and dispersed, Shoto sighed and rested his cheek on top of his head. ‘Talk to me, Izuku.’

‘I was so tired of it all.’ He pulled back enough so that he had a clear view of Kacchan being swarmed by the press over Shoto’s shoulder. The blonde looked angry and worried as he shouted at the crowd and - wait, is that Ochaco-chan being restrained by Iida-kun not too far away?

Izuku shook his head and watched the display. ‘He kept saying things and I got angry and then he called you a disappointment and I just...’ His eyes widened and he grasped at his hair. ‘I punched him. Oh my god, I punched Kacchan!’

‘He deserved it.’

‘That doesn’t make it okay, Shoto-kun!’ Izuku exclaimed, tugging on his curls until it hurt. ‘I don’t- I’m meant to be the symbol of peace, but I just punched another hero! I can’t just pretend that didn’t happen… And what I said… Everyone heard. They’re gonna think I’m weak. Maybe I am. I’m just so tired. Maybe Kacchan’s right. Maybe I should’ve taken a swan di-’

‘Don’t even fucking go there, Izuku.’ Shoto’s arms tightened fiercely around him. ‘Don’t think like that. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. We’ll get through this.’

‘Shoto-kun...’

‘Let’s go home.’ His partner wrapped his hands around Izuku’s wrists, coaxing him to let go of his hair. ‘We’ll go home. You don’t have to deal with this now. Clear your head first.’

Izuku searched Shoto’s eyes, before he nodded in agreement. He took his partner's hand and let himself be led through the hall, towards the exit. They made it halfway, when Kacchan suddenly blasted himself into the air to escape the crowd and landed in front of them.

‘You think you’re gonna drop me in it and just leave?’ He growled. ‘Fucking coward.’

‘Izuku owes you nothing, Bakugou.’ Shoto’s voice was cold, unforgiving. ‘If it were up to me, I’d have exposed you years ago.’

‘This has nothing to do with you, Icyhot.’ Kacchan moved so that he was at the centre of Izuku’s vision. ‘I wanna make something clear to Deku.’

Several years ago, Izuku would’ve looked away under such an intense glare, but at that moment, he stared right back. He straightened his posture and furrowed his eyebrows, expectantly. He was tired of staying silent and letting his old bully walk all over him.

‘What do you want?’

Kacchan tsked.

‘These extras are gonna ask you if what you just said was true.’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘You're gonna tell them you've had too much to drink.'

Emerald met piercing scarlet and Izuku knew immediately what his answer was. He had always hoped he could bury the hatchet and move on, but as he regarded Kacchan in front of him now, he knew deep down he couldn't do that. He didn't want Kacchan to suffer…

But he couldn't just continue to let him believe that what he did was right either.

'No, I'm not.'

‘Excuse me?’

‘I said,’ Izuku stood up a little straighter and tightened his grip on Shoto’s hand. Anxiety riddled through his body, pumping him with so much adrenaline he felt his heart pounding against his chest. ‘No. I’m not going to deny what I’ve said. You may be a hero, I may admire you, but I’m not going to lie for you anymore. You need to take responsibility.’

Kacchan opened his mouth, but Izuku raised a hand to silence him. ‘We’re done here, Bakugou.’

Wordlessly, he then stepped forwards and walked past the blonde, who seemed at a loss of what to say. Izuku trembled violently as he walked and felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes - he hoped Kacchan hadn’t noticed - and didn’t slow his pace until Shoto caught up to him.

‘Izuku.’ His partner spoke, rubbing his arm to get his attention. When Izuku turned his head to look at him, Shoto linked his hand around his bicep. ‘Come with me a second.’

He allowed himself to be towed towards a bathroom. The room was blurry, but when Shoto locked the door behind them and turned to look at him, Izuku’s vision sharpened; all he could focus on were dichromatic eyes that shone like the sky, the loose strands of red and white hair that hung in front of his face, the smooth porcelain skin that juxtaposed the roughened scar tissue around his left eye.

The beautiful, full lips that opened to speak.

‘Let it out, my love.’

The words were spoken so softly, but echoed loudly in his ears. Izuku’s lip trembled, and when strong arms came to wrap around him, one hand against the curve of his spine while the other cradled the back of his head protectively, Izuku slumped against him. He buried his head in his partner’s chest and clutched at the fine material of his blue kimono as he finally succumbed to the tears that had ached for release.

He cried loud, broken sobs, muffled only by the drenched fabric that he clung to so desperately; all the anger, hurt and fear he had suppressed for so long flowed out of him with each ragged breath. Izuku had always been an emotional person, but this felt different. These weren’t happy tears or frustrated tears. These were almost cathartic.

He didn’t know how long they stayed there in the bathroom, ignoring the irate knocks from the outside as Shoto gently soothed him. All he knew was that when his eyes eventually dried out and he was out of breath, his partner gently held his face in his hands and leaned down so that their foreheads were touching. Izuku sighed tiredly and felt their noses brush slightly when Shoto finally whispered,

‘I’m so proud of you. I love you.’

☀️🌙

'Breaking news: The next Endeavour? Sources report that number one hero, Dynamight, is facing allegations of bullying and past-abuse.'

Izuku looked up at the tv screen, alarmed. Him and Shoto were visiting his mum and Toshinori. Usually, the two heroes don't watch tv, but his mum liked to have it on so that the apartment was never too quiet. It calmed her.

Now though, Izuku was anything but calm. His heartbeat quickened and he felt his back straighten. His eyes were glued to the screen, which was broadcasting video footage from the annual hero gala last night. He had known that the media was going to blow up after his little… Outburst, but he didn’t know someone had filmed it.

'During the annual hero gala last night, pro-hero Dekiru was seen having a confrontation with the number one hero, where he revealed that he used to be physically and emotionally abused by the explosion hero. While the symbol of peace appeared to be a little bit tipsy, outside sources have revealed that there may be truth to the allegations and a formal investigation has been launched.'

Izuku felt nauseous, his palms were sweaty and he refused to look anywhere but at the screen. He felt three pairs of eyes on him, but tried to ignore it.

He couldn't bear to see their disappointment. Weak, defenseless Deku, revealed for the whole nation to see.

'Here is some footage from their argument last night. Viewer discretion is advised due to the nature of the conversation.’

The reporter went silent and the video unmuted; the static of the low-quality microphone buzzed in his ears.

'You think you’re so great, don’t you? You want everyone to think you’re the best of the best, when you couldn’t be further from it!'

Izuku stared at the screen, his own words echoing back through the TV. He breathed heavily, trying to maintain his composure, but when Kacchan tried to justify himself, he couldn’t take it anymore and turned it off.

The room went silent.

Izuku quickly decided he hated that even more.

‘Sweetheart...’ Before he could comprehend what was happening, small arms wrapped around his waist and his mum’s comforting embrace suddenly surrounded him. Izuku froze for a moment, before he gingerly returned the hug. ‘I knew he could be a little rough with you when you were younger, but this? Why didn’t you say something sooner?’

‘Because it wouldn't have made a difference.’ Izuku shrugged. When his mum moved to say something else, he quickly added. ‘Don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.’

‘Izuku, baby-‘

‘It wasn’t your fault.’ He repeated firmly, pulling back to look into her tearful eyes. When she shook her head, distraught, Izuku sighed. ‘I didn’t want you to find out this way.’

‘Sounds like you didn’t want either of us to find out at all, my boy.’ Toshinori suddenly spoke from behind. A large hand came to rest on his shoulder and Izuku turned his head to find his mentor regarding him with regretful eyes. ‘I should’ve known really.’

‘You couldn’t-’

‘Young Bakugou told me once that he used to bully you.’ Toshinori admitted, ashamed. ‘He didn’t go into details and he used the same excuse as he did last night, but I should’ve realised immediately that there was more to it than that. At the time, I tried to reassure young Bakugou that by helping with your training, he was repenting for what he had done. Instead, I should’ve spoken to you, my boy. I should’ve asked for the full story. I should’ve noticed the way he acted during training exercises, the way he talked to you during our meetings. I should’ve released that your relationship wasn’t as simple as deep rivalry.’

Izuku saw his mentor glance at his mum for a moment, before removing his hand from his shoulder. ‘I used to be a hero; I promised your mother I would protect you and dedicate myself to training you, yet I was blind to the iniquity that was happening around me. I put you in an unsafe environment without even realising and made you work with your abuser. I will never forgive myself for that.’

Izuku stared at Toshinori. A whirl of emotions scattered across his face, before he settled for something he was familiar with: tears.

‘I forgive you.’ He spoke, voice hoarse from the lump in his throat.

☀️🌙

Shoto stared at the sight before him, shuffling on his feet rather awkwardly as his partner forced All Might into a bone-crushing hug. Not knowing what to do with himself, he scanned the rest of the room, before noticing Izuku’s phone buzzing violently on the table.

Intrigued, Shoto reached down and scanned over the notifications.

Ur my rock bro [1:24]: Hey man, hope you’re okay! Yaoyorozu and I tried looking for you and Todoroki, but we couldn’t find you. Hope you got home safe. Let me know, yeah? We’re worried[...]

Breaking News! Petty rivalry or power complexes between the number one and two heroes?

Heroes Weekly: Drama down at the annual hero gala last night as Dekiru drunkenly reveals Dynamight’s problematic past.

Tokyo News: The Hero Public Safety Commission has temporarily suspended the hero licence of number one hero Dynaminght, in light of recent allegations.

Speedy Gonzales [07:29]: Good morning, Midoriya-san! Please give me a ring when you get the chance. I am wishing you all the best during this time and please don’t hesitate to contact me if you[…]

Plus Ultra Press: Truth to Dekiru’s words? Several individuals have come forward to reveal that they were also tormented by Dynamight as children.

Eraserhead [10:36]: I have taken it upon myself to expel Bakugou. If you need a break from it all, let me know. I should’ve told you more when you were my student, but you’re a good kid. I[…]

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Uwawaka [11:59]: Deku-kun, I know this isn’t the bestest of times, but I need bail money and Iida-kun won’t help. Seems *you* can punch Bakugou, but when I do it, it’s aSsAuLt

Shoto raised a brow at the last one, clearly amused, and made a mental note to go down to the station later with bail money. He then looked up to find Izuku walking towards him; his eyes were red and puffy, although he wore a small smile. Immediately, Shoto put the phone down and opened his arms, wrapping his partner in a gentle hug.

‘You okay, love?’ He murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

‘Getting there.’ Izuku nuzzled his neck. ‘What were you looking at while the rest of us talked about our feelings?’

Shoto huffed at that.

‘I was checking your messages. Everyone’s worried.’ He answered honestly. When his partner hummed softly, he continued. ‘They really care about you. We all do. We’re on your side.’

‘I’ll reply to them later, promise.’ Izuku paused for a moment, struggling to get his words out. I just feel… Weird.’

‘Weird? In what way?’

‘Like… I’m glad of their support, but I can’t help but think I’m causing a fuss.’ Izuku exhaled, warm breath fanning Shoto’s neck. ‘I mean, he doesn’t bully me anymore and he really is a good hero. Maybe I’m just being petty? Part of me is even relieved… Is that bad? To get satisfaction from something like this? I mean, it’s my fault this is happening in the first place.’

Shoto closed his eyes and sighed, resting his chin on top of his partner’s head.

‘It’s not bad. I felt the same way when my family’s past got leaked.’ He admitted softly. ‘At that point, my old man was trying to make amends and the world needed the number one hero, so I felt like bringing his past to light was selfish - even though it wasn’t my fault it got exposed… But that didn’t stop me feeling relieved when the world finally got to see him for who he truly was.’

He felt Izuku’s arms tighten around his waist; a comforting gesture. ‘You’re not selfish for wanting justice, Izuku. You already give the world so much. You may have exposed Bakugou, but the true fault lies with him.’

Shoto hoped his words sounded reassuring. He wasn’t as good as his partner was with these kinds of things.

‘Thank you.’ Izuku whispered, voice breaking slightly.

‘It’s going to be okay.’ Shoto soothed, sincerity laced behind every word. ‘I promise.’

☀️🌙

Several weeks went by and still, the investigation continued. While the Hero Commission had temporarily suspended Bakugou’s hero licence, they still seemed reluctant to find any concrete evidence of their number one hero’s past record of abuse - probably due the damage caused by Endeavour several years back.

Imagine having two number one heroes being found guilty of abuse in less than a decade.

Izuku could understand it, but it didn’t make him any less frustrated. He was tired of being bombarded with questions by insensitive journalists; he was tired of having to put on a fake smile and laugh awkwardly when they said something that was inappropriate. He was tired of dealing with numerous investigators trying to twist his words and convince him that he was overplaying the abuse he suffered at the hands of his old friend.

After a particularly bad interview, where he was asked if he was making it all up in order to get to the number one spot, Izuku had broken down in Shoto’s arms, asking if it was always going to be like that. He had even considered asking the Commission to drop the investigation all together, but Shoto convinced him not to.

‘There’s always going to be people out there who doubt you. It will get better though.’

Five months after the investigation commenced, Izuku’s phone buzzed in his pocket to reveal that enough evidence had finally been gathered to find Bakugou Katsuki guilty of all the allegations made against him Despite the evidence though, Bakugou wasn’t sent to prison, or made to do community service. The only formal punishment he received was something much worse than that.

His hero licence was permanently revoked.

Izuku's eyes scanned the text and felt his knees give out from underneath him. He crashed to the floor; distantly, he could hear Shoto's worried footsteps coming to check on him, but he couldn't bring himself to reassure his partner. Instead, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, smiling peacefully at the ceiling.

When they were five, Izuku was alone and quirkless, told he could never be a hero. Twenty years later, Bakugou was told he could never be a hero ever again.

Funny, the way things play out in the end...

#and now i sleep #words were starting to blur haha #also anon you have great taste #Bakugou x consequences #is a good otp #anti bakugou #tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #AgarJelly writes #midoriya inko #toshinori yagi #momo yaoyorozu #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #lovely people

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When Our Eyes Meet

Inspired by mmajjyc’s art on TikTok.

Pairing : God Izuku Midoriya x Reincarnated Katsuki Bakugou

Prompt : God falls in love with a mortal, only to lose him. The reincarnation of his lover slowly remembers him after making eye contact with a painting.

Genre : Romance, Fantasy, Anime

Word Count : 1,550....I think.

It was a sudden visit to the museum, nothing interesting to be expected besides the random pieces of art made years ago by artists known and unknown. And some new pieces of modern art of course. Eijirou thought this trip would be a great outing, something different from the amusement parks, arcades, and movie theater. He also needed the visit so he could write the 5-page essay on specific pieces of art for his college class that was due in two days. Not like he was going to tell any one of his friends that though. Unbeknownst to him, Denki and Katsuki did know the moment Eijirou pulled out his notebook from his backpack once they stepped foot on the museum’s front steps. They just did not want to ruin the positive atmosphere.

Grumbling as the trio walks further into the museum, Katsuki separates himself from his friends but stays close from behind as they enter the Japanese God’s and Goddesses exhibition first. There were a decent amount of people examining the art and sculptures, silently speaking amongst themselves. Some even attempting to sneak a few pictures of the angels in the paintings.

Eijirou and Denki walked at a fair pace, catching glimpses of everything here and there. Coming up to a huge mural-like portrait painting, Katsuki stops in his tracks and stares up into the eyes that suddenly caught his attention. He stays fixated on this piece of art that displayed a crying angel, paying no mind to his friends who continued walking, leaving him behind.

Deciding he wanted to know more, out of pure curiosity, he calls out to Eijirou. “Oi. Shitty hair, give me the guidebook.” He demands, not sparing him a glance as his focus stayed on the painting. “I wanna know who this is.” Eijirou turns to him (as well as Denki) and brings the book up to his face, flipping through the pages.

Finding the right page, he reads it out to his friend who was ready to listen. “It’s a representation of Izuku, The God of Peace. He answered people’s prayers and was worshipped in all Japan in ancient times.” “One day he fell in love with a mortal, and he was banished from the god realm.” An image of Izuku with a huge smile flashed through Katsuki’s memory suddenly, causing him to shudder. He did not know why but it felt like déjà vu to him. Like he has experienced seeing that smile before in person.

“Legend says he is among us, trying to find the reincarnation of his long-lost lover… who remains unknown?”

Katsuki’s eyes stayed on the face of the green haired angel and his eyes widen as another memory flashes through his brain once more. This memory was vividly clear to the point a single tear fell down his cheek. He shakes his head to rid the memory, but it was no use. Then he recalls the dreams he had that he never remembered the morning after. Unable to tear his eyes away from the green ones that stared back, Katsuki jumps to the touch of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. He turns to them with teary eyes. Eijirou and Denki stand their shocked, not knowing what to do since this was the first time seeing their hardheaded friend so emotional.

“Are you okay Bakubro?” Eijirou asks, “Did I say something wrong?”

Katsuki uses his sleeve to wipe his tears and shoves his way past the two.

“Woah. I didn’t know he cried. He’s usually so kept.” Denki states, watching his friend leave the exhibit. He looks at Eijirou, “I’m worried. Should we go after him?”

It doesn’t take the red-haired friend more than two seconds to respond, “Just give him a minute. I think he needs to be by himself for a while. I’m sure he’ll message us if he goes home.”

“Okay.” The two continue their visit.

Katsuki makes his way out of the museum in a rush, not caring if he bumped into anyone on accident. He was somewhat thankful that his friends did not follow him out, not wanting to break down even more in front of them. He treks down the stupidly long cement set of stairs and when he finally reaches the last step, he trips over his own feet. With no way to prepare himself for impact, he closes his eyes, only for him to land in a pair of sturdy arms.

“Woah. Are you okay?” The person who caught him asks, helping him to his feet. “These stairs seem to be a little steep. There should be a sign that says, ‘watch your step’. Haha.” He jokes before pulling his hands away from Katsuki. Looking up, the two make eye contact and the memory floods back.

~Flash Back~

Izuku’s face was covered in dirty tears as he held his lover in his arms, his face buried in the ash-blonde hair that was now stained red. He screamed out to the gods, begging for forgiveness so he could heal his dying lover. Alas, the gods did not respond to his cries. He rocked his dear Katsuki, kissing his face over and over in hopes that the gods and goddesses saw his pain.

“Don’t die on me. I cannot live on this world without you. I just can’t.” He pulls him closer, “Please Kacchan. Please.”

Katsuki lets out a small cough, placing his hand on Izuku’s tear stained face. “I wish I could, but I don’t have immortality like you, my love.” He whispers, “Or else I would walk on this earth with you for eternity.”

“No. Not like this Kacchan. I won’t let you die.” “I can’t be healed, whether it be from the gods or yourself.” Izuku cries get harder, “This is all my fault. If I didn’t fall in love with you, you would be living peacefully.”

“Yet here we are.” Katsuki coughs, “It’s not your fault Deku. None of this was your fault. I fell in love with you, and nothing could come between that, not even the gods. Please, do not blame yourself.” More coughs erupt and blood falls past Katsuki’s lips.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Izuku apologizes. Katsuki uses the last of his strength to bring Izuku’s head down so their foreheads touch.

“What did I say Deku? Don’t apologize.” He grunts, “We will meet again. And when we do, I may not remember until my eyes meet yours.”

“O-of course.” The two share a final kiss and once Izuku pulls away, Katsuki’s body falls limp.

“Got damn you!” He shouts up at the sky, crying harder. “I did nothing wrong but fall in love with someone who had a heart! You all would do the same if you were in my place. You let me keep my immortality but at what cost. To see my suffering for falling in love!”

He looks down at Katsuki’s body once more, “When our eyes meet. I’ll see you again Kacchan.”

~End of Flashback~

Reality sets back in and Katsuki is in shock. He does not break away and looks deeper into the familiar green eyes. “Deku?”

Izuku, equally shocked, slowly starts breaking out into tears. “Kacchan? Is that you?”

Engulfing Katsuki into a hug, he brings his hands to the ash-blonde hair. Soft and spikey, same as before. He pulls away for a second, examining the face he dreamed about every night. The lips he remembered kissing. The eyes he stared into for hours on end. “Please tell me you remember me.”

Katsuki smiles back, “I do. It’s cloudy but I do my Deku.”

“Yes. I’m your Deku.” He laughs through the tears, hugging his lover again. “It’s been so long Kacchan. I almost lost hope.”

“Like I said, I may not remember until my eyes meet yours.”

They make eye contact again and finally, after decades of their souls being separated, they share a kiss. A spark flows through the two of them, rekindling the fire that has been waiting to be ignited once again.

They can finally live in peace.

At the top of the stairs, Denki and Eijirou fist bump. “Our job is done. Great work partner.”

“Do you think we should tell them that the Goddess of Love sent us?” Denki asks.

“Nah. I think they’ll be better off knowing that the gods regret their decision to banish him. Plus, Midoriya is no longer immortal.” They look at Izuku, smiling when they see he is finally at peace and can rest after decades of searching. “It seems like he already knows that.”

“And I don’t want to know what Bakugo would do to us if he finds out we knew about this this whole time. We might be the goddess’s helpers; we can still get hurt.” Denki nods rapidly in agreement.

The two watch on as the lovers walk away, holding each other close as they disappear into the crowd. “We are good friends.”

“THEY DID WHAT, DEKU??!!!” Katsuki shouts, running back towards the museum with Izuku right behind him.

“Hey. Do you still have that essay to write?”

“Yup. Wanna go back to the apartment and help me finish it?”

“Yup.” With that, the two book it.

“KACCHAN. THEY DID IT FOR US! DON’T HURT THEM!”

“THEY’RE DEAD.”

The End.....

So, it is the end of the short story I promised. It took me 4 hours to write since I wanted it to be perfect. I tried to input as much detail as possible get make it short. I cried at the flashback part. I also didn’t know if I wanted to do parts but it took me some thinking and I just decided with this. I also added a little funny ending for my pleasure since it’s what I do in my regular writings.

I hope y’all enjoyed it! Let me know if you did!

Also, thanks to mmajjyc for allowing me to write a short story of the duo! You art is beautiful and inspired me to write this since there wasn’t gonna be a part two. Lol! You are amazing!

Thanks again! Much Love - Maia❤️

#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #mha #bakudeku #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia

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kurokoros · 5 years ago

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some like it hot (1/4) | todoroki x reader x bakugou

Rated: T (bakugou’s dirty mouth, sexual humor)

Words: 9.3K

Pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader x katsuki bakugou

Summary: A Charity Fundraiser leads to you going home with not one, but two of the most popular Pro Heroes of your generation. They say some like it hot, and you certainly aren’t complaining.

AKA: a totally not self-indulgent threesome fic

AN: Well, this isn’t what I was expecting to write, but here we are! I was just planning to write a pwp threesome fic but now there are feelings involved, and this is my life now. Also available on AO3. Ask to be added to the tag-list. Chapters will be weekly until completion! Thanks in advance for reading! Note, this does start with a flash forward. A note: the reader does have a name used only in dialogue because I hate using “Y/N” in fics. Both names are puns. “Yuna” = Y/N, and the kanji in “Hikai” means “fire time”.

You can honestly say this wasn’t what you were expecting to happen tonight.

Chilled fingers follow the curve of your spine, starting at the base of your neck and trailing downward achingly slow. The hitch in your breathing is loud, and Shouto’s lips curve into a barely there smile against the back of your head. Deftly, he slips a finger between your shoulder and the pretty dress you’re wearing, teasing the soft skin there before you let him brush the fabric aside.

The straps of your dress slide down your arms teasingly, and a pair of narrowed, ruby red eyes immediately drag down your body, appraising you as more of your soft skin is revealed. Katsuki licks his lips as the silky fabric pools around your feet, expression nothing short of greedy as he watches the two of you, though he doesn’t move. Not yet. You shiver under his gaze and the icy kiss that Shouto presses against the side of your neck. Hands drag down your sides to grasp your hips, the difference in temperature between the two making you gasp and squirm, but Shouto holds you firmly against his chest.

The boys lock eyes over your shoulder. A silent agreement.

“All right, angel.” Katsuki’s voice is deeper than usual, and startlingly calm. “Be a good girl and moan for me an’ Icy Hot.”

Shouto huffs at the old insult, but then his teeth drag down the column of your throat and you do exactly as Katsuki demands, much to their amusement.

Chuckling to himself, Katsuki’s eyes rake over you again, taking in the lacy lingerie previously hidden beneath your dress, and the strappy high-heels that do little to keep you from being dwarfed by their heights. You swear his fingers spark as he grasps the front of his dress shirt, popping the buttons one by one. Patiently, Shouto’s left hand draws small circles against your hip, his right skimming the smooth skin of your stomach, trailing higher and higher until he’s grasping your chin between cold and calloused fingers.

They look at you like they want to devour you.

And you plan on letting them.

One Week Earlier

“Midoriya!” you snap, throwing open the door to the Pro Hero's office and letting it slam against the wall with a loud crack. Izuku’s head snaps up in surprise, big, green eyes locking with yours, and the intern sitting across from him releases a rather undignified squeak at your sudden intrusion.

Immediately, a grin spreads across Izuku’s face. “Oh, hey, Hikai—”

Your narrowed eyes and the manila folder pointed in his direction are a warning, and he shuts his mouth quickly.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me, Midoriya. I’ve told you at least a dozen times now to give me the list of agencies you want contacted for the charity gala next week. We need it finalized by the end of the day, or I swear...” You leave the threat hanging as you place your free hand on your hip, but you get the point across easily enough.

Realization dawns on Izuku’s face. His eyes widen further if possible, his mouth dropping open into a silent “oh” as his neck begins to flush. Across from him, Izuku’s intern Seiji Nakamura shifts awkwardly and glances between the two of you, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else as you chastise Deku, one of the top rising heroes of the new generation.

And chastise you will. Deku may be the Pro Hero, but you’re the one that runs this shit show.

“But, I thought…” Izuku trails off suddenly and rubs the back of his head, a sheepish look on his face.

You quirk a brow. “Thought what?” Your heel stops tapping against the floor impatiently when he sends you the best puppy dog look he can manage at twenty-three, which shouldn’t be nearly as effective as it is considering you’re both adults now. “Midoriya, just how many agencies were you planning on inviting this time?”

“... All of them?”

In response, your eye twitches. You highly consider smacking yourself with the folders still clutched in your right hand, but settle for pursing your lips at the pleading look he’s still sending you, hope shining in those big, green eyes. Even Seiji looks baffled by Izuku’s reply, blue eyes half-hidden behind a shaggy mess of dark, curly hair.

Honestly, you can’t say you’re all that surprised by the overzealous answer. After working with Izuku for three years and counting, it’s certainly something you’ve come to expect, though you can’t help but wish he would tone things down just a little. But Izuku has always had the most uncanny way of connecting with people and inspiring them, you included, and already, you find yourself thinking up ways to make this work in less than a week.

Ever since he opened his own agency three years ago, Izuku has always been adamant about including everyone in these charity events, despite any tensions that may exist between certain Pro Heroes. Somehow, he manages to curb any animosity with his sweet nature, flitting around between different groups of people and putting smiles on everyone’s faces. You’d think that was his quirk if you hadn’t seen him in action before.

Shaking your head, you level him with a tired look. You’ll have to call in a few favors. “You’re going to give me gray hairs someday, you know that?”

Izuku’s smile widens. “You’re the best, Hikai!”

“Don’t you forget it.”

You cross the short distance to his desk and set down the folders. His brows furrow and his head cocks to the side in confusion as he glances between you and the mysterious files. Casting a glance at Seiji, you decide to keep things vague. “These are the files you requested about the activity in Utapa. They’re ordered by urgency. Tsukauchi wants your answer by Friday at the latest.”

If Izuku is surprised, he manages not to show it. “Thanks, Hikai. Is there anything else?”

“Your meeting with Ground Zero and Shouto starts in an hour. Would you like me to just let them in?” The as usual remains silent.

Seiji perks up at the mention of the other Pros, just as popular and respected as Deku himself. When his eyes widen, you’re reminded that the previous meeting between the three Heroes was cancelled due to the recent disaster that destroyed much of the eastern coast. The last two weeks since Seiji joined them had been busy for everyone between rescue operations and a small spike in criminal activity, but things have finally begun to return to normal.

Nodding, Izuku offers you a smile. “You know how Kacchan is,” he says simply, making you roll your eyes.

Don’t you ever. Katsuki has been an absolute pain in your ass for years, always yelling and swearing and storming into Izuku’s office even though the polite thing would be to wait for permission. You’ve grown used to it, of course. It wasn’t easy coming to terms with the fact that you were friends with the huffy blond in high school on account of him being a reluctant extension of Izuku, but since then, you’ve grown to appreciate his friendship. He’s calmed down a lot over the years you’ve known him, and he begrudgingly weaseled his way into your heart after the two of you crushed the rest of his former classmates in beer pong.

At least Shouto is marginally more polite, if not closed-off and occasionally a little too brash, though he always means well. You’ve grown used to that, too.

In either case, you can’t say you mind the eye-candy.

“Though,” Izuku continues suddenly, an uncharacteristic flicker of mischief in his gaze, “I’m sure they’ll want to stop and talk to you first. It’s been a few weeks since they’ve been here. They probably miss you.”

You snort, momentarily forgetting about Seiji sitting beside you and blatantly ignoring Izuku’s comment, even as you feel yourself flush. “It hasn’t been that long,” you tell him, neglecting to mention that you recently went out for drinks with Katsuki and Kirishima and managed to snag a quick lunch with Shouto between the craziness of last week. Though, judging by the look in his eyes, Izuku must already know.

With that, you straighten and clear your throat. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some phone calls to make.”

Izuku’s amusement doesn’t fade as you stalk back out the door and close it behind you with a gentle click.

It’s nearly an hour later during a lapse between calls that you sigh and drop your head into your hands, silently lamenting your choice in career up to this moment. As much as you enjoy working with Izuku and other Pro Heroes, you could stand a few less calls with old men that think you don’t know how to do your job.

So far, you’ve barely made a dent in the amount of calls you have to make for this charity event. To have everything ready in less than a week will be a challenge, but you always have liked a little last-minute pressure. With the evacuations and rescues done, all that’s left is to provide financial support to those devastated by the recent tsunami, and that’s where you come in. You may not have a combat-oriented quirk fit for a Hero, but this is something you can do.

Leaning back in your chair, you stretch your arms above your head, relaxing for just a second before you have to make your next call. In the meantime, you glance at the report you’d been thumbing through earlier, a copy of Izuku’s statement from the last villain he fought. Just another thing you need to finish this afternoon.

You look over the file quickly, hardly hearing the tell-tale click of Izuku’s office door opening and closing.

Absently, your eyes flick away from the report as you hear the scuff of sneakers against the tile, catching sight of the newest addition to Deku’s Agency.

Izuku’s intern, Seiji, hesitates as he passes your desk, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he fidgets with his costume gloves. Momentarily, you’re reminded of how adorable and awkward Izuku was when you first met during the start of your second year at UA, and an unwitting smile curls on your lips.

“Can I help you, Nakamura?” you ask, pausing midway through the report laid out across your desk.

The teenage boy startles at the sound of your voice, eyes wide as he rips his gaze away from the clock. You press your lips into a tight line to keep from snickering with immediate understanding.

There are thirty minutes left until Katsuki and Shouto are supposed to meet with Izuku.

“Ah! No, everything is fine, Ms. Hikai!” he hurries to tell you, waving his hands in front of him frantically. Big, blue eyes meet yours as his face flushes with embarrassment that’s practically a carbon-copy of the expression your boss makes when he’s flustered. If you didn’t know better, you might think the two were related, though, you suppose that’s why they get along as well as they do.

Izuku isn’t exactly selective about taking on interns from UA, but you’d be blind not to see how easily the two of them clicked after they first met. Seiji Nakamura is only a first year, not the top of his class by any means, but with the same drive and determination that you saw in Izuku nearly a decade ago. It’s only his third week interning under the Pro Hero Deku, but already he’s improved greatly, becoming a welcome addition to the Agency.

You won’t be surprised if Izuku decides to take him on as a sidekick after he graduates.

Seiji shuffles his feet and casts another wistful glance at the clock, and you decide to take pity on the poor boy.

“Did Deku send you home for the day?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. You peer at him out of the corner of your eyes, pretending to go back to your reports.

Slowly, he nods.

“Good. Then you can help me finish filing the last of these reports.” You reach for another file. “What?” you continue when he gapes at you. “You didn’t think hero work was just beating up criminals, did you?”

“No, Ma’am!” he’s quick to sputter out, flushing all the way to the tips of his ears.

You grin. “Well, then you can help me with this for a few minutes.”

Seiji nods, eyes shining with familiar determination, and it isn’t long before he’s plopped onto a chair beside you, carefully filing a stack of reports sitting on the corner of your desk while you alternate between doing the same and making another series of quick phone calls.

It’s during another lapse in these calls that Seiji peeks at you over the top of the file he’s reading. “Ms. Hikai?” he asks, suddenly bashful again as he rubs the back of his head. “How long have you known Deku?”

Barely glancing up from your paperwork, you hum in thought. “Almost eight years now. We met as second years at UA.” Fondness tugs at you as you think about that time and everyone you’ve met as a result of a single random selection.

Seiji’s head tilts to one side curiously, his brows furrowing slightly. “But you weren’t in the hero department.”

“No, I was in the business department. Top of my class too,” you can’t help but tack on. His eyes widen at the new information. “At the start of our second year, the faculty wanted to create more unity within the student body, so students from each class were paired together for a group project. Midoriya and I just happened to be in the same group.” Your lips quirk upward as you reminisce, and you find yourself telling Seiji more than you meant to. “I already knew who he was, of course. Because of the previous Sport’s Festival and all of the trouble his class was constantly getting into. Though, I definitely wasn’t expecting to end up working at his Hero Agency eventually.”

You’d been working freelance half-way across the country when you got the call from Izuku about the agency he was opening and the offer of a job. You practically had to uproot your entire life at the time, but you would have been an idiot not to.

“Did you ever want to be a Pro Hero?”

Pausing, your eyes narrow as you think it over. “Doesn’t everyone?” you counter, only half-joking. “Honestly though? Not really. I’m happy with my job. I always knew I wanted to work with Heroes, not be one.” Glancing at the clock, you can’t help but sigh when you see the time. With a barely smothered groan, you grab your work phone off your desk and frown when you see the next name on your list.

Dialing the number, you start preparing for a major headache later.

“Mr. Fujikaze!” you greet as soon as he answers the phone. “This is Yuna Hikai from Deku’s Agency. I was wondering if I could have a word with you?”

“Mr. Fujikaze, I would appreciate it if you didn’t shout at me,” you state calmly despite the irritation threatening to creep into your tone. “I understand that this is short notice, but if you would please listen—”

You’re cut off by a snide retort you don’t bother listening to. Beside you, Seiji blanches, having grown startlingly pale over the duration of your conversation. Almost immediately after giving your name, the conversation took a sour twist. You were expecting it, given your previous experiences with the surly man, but that doesn’t make it any easier to tolerate.

You catch the tail end of some quip about him thinking Deku would hire a “more competent secretary,” and it takes a startling amount of willpower not to hang up on him right there. He knows damn well that you aren’t just some secretary. “Mr. Fujikaze, once again, I understand your frustration, but it’s important that you inform Nightwalker of the upcoming event. As a former Pro Hero, the show of public support would be instrumental towards—”

Another round of spiteful remarks makes you sigh. You’re so engrossed in the man yelling at you over the phone that you don’t hear the ding of the elevator until a loud scoff draws your gaze towards it. Seiji’s head whips around as well, his eyes widening comically as he realizes who’s there.

“You got stupid Deku’s interns doin’ your job now, sweetcheeks?” a familiar, gruff voice teases you. Heat licks up your spine as your eyes lock with ruby ones, a cheeky smirk already spreading across Katsuki’s face. To his right, Shouto shakes his head, but makes no comment when he sees you on the phone.

Ignoring them for the moment, you hold up a single finger to silence Katsuki’s next smartass remark. He grumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch, clearly put out by your easy dismissal.

But like Izuku said, neither one makes a move to head directly into his office, waiting patiently—if you could ever call Katsuki that—for you to finish your phone call.

“Sir, I understand—if you would let me finish—” You purse your lips at the mocking voice that cuts you off again. “Yes, I’m aware that Nightwalker is—” You yank the phone away from your ear as Mr. Fujikaze raises his voice again, this time louder than before. Loud enough for the two Pro Heroes standing across the desk to hear him.

Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes narrow and you swear the temperature drops sharply as he clenches his jaw. He takes a small step forward and you shiver, but before he can say anything, the phone is being ripped out of your hand.

“Bakugou!” you snap, glaring up at him in exasperation.

“Oi, dickhead!” Katsuki barks into the phone, taking a step back before you can grab your phone again. Your gaze cuts to Shouto for help, but he pretends not to notice, doing absolutely nothing to stop his companion’s irritated tirade. “Don’t fuckin’ yell at her just because she’s better at her fuckin’ job than you! And you work for a Pro? Fuckin’ pathetic.”

Fujikaze’s stuttered response is cut off with a click.

“Bastard,” Katsuki practically snarls, glaring down at the now silent phone like he’s thinking about exploding it into tiny pieces.

Utterly unimpressed, you roll your eyes and hold out your hand for your phone, fingers wiggling impatiently until Katsuki huffs and drops the device onto your waiting palm. “As eloquent and to the point as always, Bakugou. And how many times have I told you to stop with the pet-names while I’m working? This is a professional setting, you know.”

He snorts and crosses his arms. “Bastard had it comin’, sweetcheeks,” he says, blatantly ignoring you. Asshole.

“You realize I’ll just have to call him back and apologize for that, right?” you ask, one eyebrow quirking slightly. A hint of amusement curls at your lips despite everything, and a familiar, pleasant warmth floods through you as he stares just a little too long.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbles, looking far too pleased with himself for telling someone off.

Instead of arguing with him further, you turn to his quieter companion. Your smile only widens when you find him already staring back. Shouto’s mouth curves up slightly at the edges and he nods, casually slipping a hand into the pocket of his dark jacket—which looks sinfully good on him. Neither of them have any business looking that good in casual wear, you think, trying not to stare at the collarbones revealed by Shouto’s plain v-neck or the biceps Katsuki has on display.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were doing it on purpose.

“Hikai.” It’s a simple greeting, more formal than Katsuki’s because you’re both working, but there’s something overwhelmingly soft about the way he says it. You’ve always liked the way your name sounds on his lips.

“Todoroki,” you say in return, the ghost of a smile flickering across your lips as you tease him. “How many times will I have to tell you to call me Yuna?”

Mirth flickers in those blue and gray eyes. “At least one more.”

Katsuki snorts, but by the time your eyes flicker back to him, he’s already frowning down at the nervous child seated beside you. “Who the hell are you?” he asks bluntly, as if he’s already forgotten that Seiji is Izuku’s intern who you’re positive that either you or Izuku have mentioned to the grouchy blond before.

You don’t notice the look that Shouto sends Katsuki.

“Don’t be rude, Bakugou,” you chastise, clicking your tongue at him. He doesn’t even pretend to look apologetic.

Luckily, Seiji doesn’t seem discouraged by the attitude. He practically scrambles out of his chair after the Ground Zero addresses him, nearly dropping the files he was going through before the two Pros stepped in. “I’m Seiji Nakamura, Mr. Ground Zero, sir!” he sputters out, reaching across the desk with one hand for Katsuki to shake. “It’s nice to meet you!”

You smother a laugh at Katsuki’s bewildered reaction to Seiji’s excitement, the high-schooler rambling slightly as he gushes about both Pro Heroes, much to your amusement.

Shouto cuts Seiji off gently. “Sunspot, correct?” At the wide-eyed look and quick nod from the teenager, Shouto hums in thought. “You did well at the Sports Festival,” he says. “It’s unsurprising that Midoriya took you as an intern.”

“You too,” Seiji says stupidly. A look of horror spreads across his face. “No, wait, I didn’t—I mean—obviously, you did well in the Sports Festivals a few years ago, Mr. Shouto. And I’m sure that Mr. Deku would have taken you on as an intern as well, but—”

He’s out of breath, and his face is starting to turn a rather dashing shade of scarlet by the time you place your hands on his shoulders, gently guiding him back onto his chair. You haven’t seen him this much of a jumbled mess of nerves since the day he first met Izuku. At least then the two of them were able to gush about each other.

“Deep breaths, Nakamura,” you murmur in Seiji’s ear, giving his arm a quick squeeze.

“Right,” he chokes out. He glances up at the amused pros and grabs another stack of reports, quickly burying his face in them to hide his flushed cheeks.

Yeah, he’s definitely Deku’s intern. While Shouto looks almost fond of Seiji’s Izuku-like ramblings, there’s a glint in Katsuki’s eyes that has your hands immediately going to your hips. “Don’t even think about it, Bakugou,” you warn him. “I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” You know that look. And you’re not going to let him make fun of some poor kid.

He scoffs loudly at the threat. “Like you could.” He looks you up and down slowly, a cocky smirk on his face, and you shudder at the way those red eyes drag across your form shamelessly.

“Wanna bet?” you challenge teasingly, silently glad that your heels are giving you just a little extra height right now. “You scared, Ground Zero?” you continue when he chuckles under his breath.

Katsuki braces his arms against the top of your desk and leans forward until he’s in your face. “I’d like to see you try, short stuff,” he says, low and a little husky, and for a second, you think your brain might short-circuit.

Forcing your gaze away from Katsuki’s teasing one, your eyes end up finding Shouto. He’s standing a little straighter than before, dual-colored brows furrowed as he stares at Katsuki with a flicker of irritation that disappears as soon as he feels your gaze on him. Those icy eyes flicker to you, unintentionally pinning you in place. Your breath catches.

Clearing your throat, you pull away from the magnetizing gaze as white hot electricity buzzes through you. “Midoriya is ready whenever you’d like to go in,” you inform them, hoping your voice sounds even. “He knew you were coming, so you shouldn’t need to knock.” With that, you reach for your phone again, debating if you should call back Fujikaze now or wait until he’s possibly calmed down.

Katsuki doesn’t let you get far. “Some assistant you are,” he drawls almost lazily, slipping a hand into his pocket. “Not even gonna let him know we’re here?”

From the corner of your eye, you see Seiji watching the three of you intently, his blue eyes jumping rapidly from you to Katsuki to Shouto in fascination. There’s a quip about Katsuki just wanting to stare at your ass on the tip of your tongue, but you bite it back, not wanting to taint the poor intern’s virgin ears. Besides, you have to remain at least somewhat professional, even if these are your friends.

You glare at Katsuki as you shift out from around the desk. Your heels click against the tile floor as you walk towards Izuku’s office. Behind you, their steps are quieter, muffled, but still recognizable. Katsuki’s self-satisfied smirk is something you can practically feel against your back.

Knocking twice on the door before opening it, you pop your head in just in time to see Izuku gazing almost wistfully at an All Might action figure before he flushes and quickly shoves it back into the top drawer of his desk. You’re sure the amusement shows on your face when you tell him, “Ground Zero and Shouto are here to see you, Deku.”

His eyes light up when he sees the men standing behind you. “Kacchan! Todoroki!”

“What did I tell you about calling me that? Fuckin’, Deku,” Katsuki grumbles as you step out of the way to let him through. He’s glaring at Izuku half-heartedly, much to Izuku’s amusement, and you roll your eyes as you twist on your heel to return to your desk while the longtime rivals start to argue playfully.

You gasp as you nearly crash into Shouto’s chest, the Hero closer than you thought. A big hand reaches out to steady you as you wobble on your heels, his palm gripping your waist in a firm, yet gentle, hold. His touch is hot even through your dress, and you inhale sharply at the deliciously warm contact.

“Careful now,” he murmurs, voice deeper than usual. Izuku and Katsuki’s bickering seems muffled by the quiet lull of his voice. Humor flickers in Shouto’s eyes and, very carefully, he shifts you so that you’re almost blocked from looking into Izuku’s office. “You wouldn’t want to fall.”

It takes a second too long for you to find your voice. “You’re right,” you say a little breathlessly. He’s so close that you can smell his cologne, light and fresh, though you can’t quite figure out what it is. “Bakugou would never let me live it down.”

He doesn’t laugh, but you’ve known him long enough to recognize the amusement in his eyes. Slowly, and so gently that you almost don’t notice, his grip tightens on your waist.

“Oi, hurry the fuck up, Icy Hot!” Katsuki barks when Shouto hesitates too long in the doorway.

As usual, Shouto ignores him, still staring down at you with a look in his eyes that makes you shiver. The tip of his pinky brushes against your hip and you find yourself leaning into the gentle heat. His eyes rip away from yours as he clears his throat. Shouto glances behind you suddenly, and you follow his gaze to the intern still sitting behind your desk, awestruck and grinning like an idiot. You place a delicate hand on his bicep, drawing his attention away from the giddy teenager with a soft squeeze. “Something wrong, Shouto?”

His gaze snaps back to you as quickly as it left, and those mismatched eyes almost steal your breath as they jump between your own eyes and the fingers curled around his upper arm. Swallowing, he glances at Seiji once again.

When he does speak, his voice is low. Shouto’s breath tickles the shell of your ear, and you can hear the nearly imperceptible tinge of humor. “Is that Midoriya’s secret love child, or something?”

Barely smothering a giggle, you shove him towards Izuku’s office as you shake your head. His lips twitch into a barely there smile.

“Yuna,” he calls you back before you can slip away, the sound of your name on his tongue making heat curl through you. Shouto is as shameless as Katsuki in the way his eyes drag down your body, taking in every inch of you like he wants to commit everything to memory, and you can practically feel the path his eyes take like it’s a physical touch. By the time his eyes find yours again, your chest is tight with something you don’t want to put a name to. “You look beautiful today,” he tells you in a voice barely above a whisper.

Only then, does he let you go. Shouto’s hand falls back to his side, but the heat from his palm is still burning into your side, like fire left in his wake. Your hand slips from his arm just as slowly, trailing down the length of his arm so that your fingers brush before you let him go.

Shouto looks like he wants to say something else, but he shakes his head and offers you a small smile and a nod before stepping into Izuku’s office and walking over to his friends.

You close the door behind you, a shaky sound leaving you as you lean back against the solid surface.

Seiji is staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth open in a small “o”. When he realizes he’s been caught, he yelps and grabs the nearest file on the desk, opening it to a random page.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

“Nope!”

The rest of the day was a blur. Before you knew it, your paperwork was done, and it was time for you to leave, though you stayed to chat with Izuku a moment before leaving. His smile was tight all afternoon after Shouto and Katsuki left, and it stayed that way until the moment you stepped out the door.

You could hear the yelling earlier, mostly from Katsuki, of course, but you were surprised to hear a harsh edge to Shouto’s voice as he responded, even if you couldn’t make out what they were saying. At that point, you sent Seiji home, and the meeting between the three Heroes ended soon after, much earlier than usual.

Katsuki stormed out first, cursing under his breath and stomping towards the elevator. He barely spared you a glance as he left, but for a second, you thought his gaze softened when he saw you. Shouto was quieter as he left, a tightness around his eyes, but he nodded at you before disappearing after Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t mention whatever argument they must have had, and you didn’t press. It was none of your business.

You’re barely out of the office before your phone is ringing with the obnoxious tone that you reserve for one person. Fishing your phone from your purse, you’re quick to accept the call without a second thought. “Hello, Mina,” you greet the bubbly woman calmly as you cross the street.

“What are you wearing right now?” she asks, ignoring your greeting entirely.

A bemused frown slips onto your face, and you sigh. “Mina…” you trail off with a shake of your head. A small part of you wants to ask why she’s curious, but a larger part says it’s better not to question it. Mina has always been a little eccentric, which is something you’ve always loved about her, but sometimes it can be exhausting.

She giggles. You can practically picture the grin on her face. “I bet it’s something sexy,” she teases. “You aren’t wearing anything naughty, are you?”

“I just got off work,” you remind her, assuming that’s why she chose to call now. “What do you think I’m wearing?” Absently, you glance down at the plum colored dress you’re wearing: form-fitting and pretty, but still professional. Izuku isn’t strict when it comes to dress codes, but you have more than just your own image to worry about.

She scoffs. “I’ve seen your office clothes. It’s definitely something sexy. Not that I’m complaining, of course.” You hear the tell-tale sound of Mina flopping dramatically onto the nearest piece of furniture and roll your eyes. She sighs loudly. “Midoriya sure is lucky to get to see your pretty face every day.”

Your lips quirk into a smile without your permission. “Is there something you want or are you just trying to proposition me?”

“I mean if you want to…” she trails off suggestively.

A snort escapes you. “I don’t think Kirishima would like that very much,” you say, reminding her of her longtime boyfriend. The two have been dating since their third year at UA and are disgustingly cute together. Besides, you’d hate to be a homewrecker.

“He doesn’t have to know.” Mina giggles, only to stop abruptly with a gasp. “Oh! Better yet, maybe he could—”

You cut her off before she can finish the thought. “I’m hanging up now.”

It’s an empty threat, but Mina reacts immediately.

“No!” she whines, dragging out the word as long as she can. “I’ll behave!” Her try at sincerity is offset by the torrent of giggles she’s unable to smother, and you find yourself grinning as well. “Yaomomo wanted me to call and make sure you’re still on for tonight at her place. We know you’ve been busy with work and the charity event you’re planning for Midoriya, so if you can’t make it tonight, we totally understand, girl.” She pauses. “But if you cancel, Ochako and I are going to break into your apartment and kidnap you anyway.”

“That’s not very heroic of you, Pinky. Eraserhead would be so disappointed.” Frankly, you’re surprised Mina’s class didn’t send him into early retirement. “What was the plan for tonight again?”

“Movies, wine, and talking about boys. The usual.”

Perfect. That’s exactly what you need after… whatever it is that happened today. “You know what? That sounds great right now.”

Mina squeals. “Yay! Great! I’ll let Yaomomo know right away. What time do you think you’ll be over?”

You hum as you head for the train, trying to estimate the time. “Probably an hour? I have to drop off some files at home and change, but that should be it.”

“Perfect. Tsu got held up with Sirius—you know, wedding planning and all—and Toru has a date tonight, so it’ll just be the five of us.”

You grin. “I’ll bring the wine.”

It’s a few hours later when you find yourself squished onto a couch with Ochako and Kyouka, pleasantly tipsy as you listen to Mina dramatically recount the events of her recent date with Kirishima that somehow involved a one-hundred-and-twenty count pack of crayola crayons, an elderly chihuahua, and a leopard-print shower curtain—you’re a little afraid to ask the logistics of it all—when your phone vibrates in your pocket for what must be the fifth time tonight.

Finally resigning yourself to check your messages, you wiggle just enough to fish your phone out from under you as the conversation shifts to Toru’s date for the night. The newest message makes you smile immediately, a simple text from Izuku telling you to have fun tonight with too many emojis and exclamation points that you know the rest of the girls must have gotten, too. There’s also one from Iida reminding you to drink responsibly that has your eyes rolling, but it’s the last two notifications that make you freeze.

Shouto and Katsuki’s names make your stupid heart flutter on sight. The messages are virtually the same: have fun, be safe, and call if you’ll need a ride home after. You choke up as you glance over the texts again, your entire chest feeling uncomfortably tight, like there’s a sudden weight curling around your ribcage and squeezing. You blame the wine. The texts are nothing out of the ordinary. You’ve accepted rides from both of them before so tonight shouldn’t be any different.

But it is, a small part of you says. It’s different for you. But you’ve known them both too long to fuck up a perfectly good thing.

“What about you, babe?” Ochako leans over Kyouka to poke your arm, jolting you back to the conversation. “Any men in your life we should know about?”

With that thought in mind and the welcome distraction, you turn off your phone and shove it back into your pocket without responding, even though you know it’ll just make them worry. “Hardly. You know I don’t have time to date right now.” It’s not exactly a lie with how busy you’ve been, but it’s certainly not the main reason. “Besides, I’m not interested in anyone,” you continue.

Kyouka’s expression is sly when she glances at you over the rim of her drink. “That’s not what I heard from Denki. Apparently he saw some pretty interesting things last week. A lunch date, perhaps?”

“Kaminari is full of shit,” you remind her. Already you can feel a flush creeping down your neck. You didn’t know anyone saw you and Shouto. Not that it’s a big deal. Just two friends grabbing lunch. Nothing else.

On the other couch, Mina sits up with a loud gasp. “Wait, which one are we talking about? Bakugou or Todoroki? You’re such a player, Yuna!”

“Todoroki,” Kyouka says before you can protest. “But you’re right, Mina, Bakugou definitely likes her too.”

You roll your eyes. “He does not.”

Ochako leans forward to look at you, shaking her head. “Izuku seems to think Bakugou genuinely likes you.” Her smile widens mischievously. “Apparently, he’s very honest when he’s drunk.”

“Eiji told me the same thing,” Mina chimes in.

“Bakugou wants to fuck me, there’s a difference.” You only sound a little bit bitter when you say it, and the girls see right through you.

“I mean, you aren’t wrong,” Kyouka agrees begrudgingly, looking at you out of the corner of her eyes, “but he definitely likes you more than that. If you two just wanted to screw, I’m sure you would have done it by now.”

You make a face at that but can’t disagree as you reach for your wine glass, downing most of it because you’re definitely going to need it. A part of you hates that she’s right. You certainly could have had some hot, casual sex with Katsuki in the past. He’s never been shy about flirting with you, even if he used to be a hell of a lot worse at it, and you’ve never done a thing to deter him, but one or both of you have always backed off before it can get any further than that, unwilling to risk it. Katsuki is hot, sure, but not hot enough for you to sleep with your friend if it won’t go anywhere.

A low hum from across the room catches your attention. Your gaze flicks to Momo, who’s been quiet so far. There’s a contemplative look on her face, her eyes narrowed in deep thought and her lips set into a firm line. “As does Todoroki,” she says eventually. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at her.” Momo doesn’t elaborate at all, but Ochaoko, Mina, and Kyouka all nod like they know exactly what she means.

Mina looks at Ochako. “Didn’t Midoriya say they hugged today?” she asks, like you’re not sitting right there across from her. “Right there in front of his office? In front of his intern?” She glances at you then, mockingly scandalized. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“It wasn’t a hug,” you argue immediately. “It was…” you trail off awkwardly, trying to find the right word, but nothing better comes to mind. You can’t exactly explain what happened without making it sound like he cradled you in his arms while you felt up his biceps. “It wasn’t a hug,” you repeat as you cross your arms, pointedly not looking at any of them.

“Aww, you’re blushing!”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“So, which one would you rather see naked?”

That last one makes you nearly choke on your drink. “Mina!” Your wide-eyed look makes her cackle. She throws her hands up defensively at your glare. Kyouka and Ochako are already snickering at your expense, and you glare at them too. At least Momo has the decency to look scandalized by the unprovoked attack. Some friends you have.

“It’s a fair question!” Mina tucks her feet beneath her, cups her chin, and pretends to think, weighing her options. “Personally, I think I’d rather see—”

You groan. “Please stop talking.”

Kyouka shakes her head as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, glancing over a text quickly. “What would poor Kirishima say if he heard you thirsting over his friends like this?”

Mina shrugs. “He’d probably talk about their manly physiques.”

“Shit, you’re right. You got me there.” Kyouka sighs and sends a text before sliding her phone back into her pocket. She stands up suddenly, stretching her arms over her head and looking a little more flushed than she was a minute ago. “I’ll be back. Denki wants attention.” Carefully, she maneuvers around your legs, heading for the hallway.

“Don’t have phone sex in the bathroom again,” you call after her.

She flips you the bird.

Momo stands as well. “And I should go check on the brownies.” For a second, you swear she looks pointedly at Ochako, but then she smiles and claps her hands together and the moment is gone. Momo glances at her seat companion. “Mina, would you accompany me to the kitchen?”

“What? But I—”

“Shut it, Pinky,” Kyouka snaps from out in the hallway.

Mina pouts but allows Momo to pull her out of the living room and across the hall, the pair speaking in hushed whispers.

The sudden silence is heavier than normal. You glance across the couch to where Ochako is still sitting.

Ochako tucks her legs beneath her and looks at you from the other end of the couch. Her eyes are narrowed and there’s an unfamiliar pensive look on her face as she looks you up and down. You meet her stare with one of your own and cross your arms, daring her to say what’s on her mind now that the two of you are alone.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Ochako clears her throat. “You know,” she starts in a slow drawl, “Izuku told me something interesting today.” When you groan, a grin splits across her face, making her look very much like the cat that got the cream.

“Please, don’t,” you beg, downing the rest of your drink. You glance over your shoulder with a wince, suddenly glad that the other girls are gone.

Ochako continues as if you didn’t speak. “He said Bakugou and Todoroki have been having a…” she trails off, searching for the right word, “disagreement, so to speak. Apparently, things were a little tense during their meeting today.” Her mischievous smile disappears. “They’ve both been flirting with you for ages, you know. You can’t say you haven’t noticed either. Neither of them are exactly subtle about it.”

“I know.” You sigh and rake your fingers through your loose hair, fiddling with the rim of your empty glass with your free hand. Your own expression sobers and suddenly you wish you had another shot in front of you. “What am I supposed to do, Ochako?” you ask so softly she can barely hear you. “I don’t want to lead either of them on, but…”

You clam up before you can finish, already knowing how ridiculous you’ll sound once you say it out loud. It’s not something you’ve ever admitted to any of the girls, despite how often they tease you about the two powerhouses from their class.

“But?” Ochako prods gently, like she knows exactly what’s on your mind.

Another sigh. You set your glass down on the coffee table and curl your legs towards your chest, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “I like both of them,” you say bluntly, grimacing as the words spill out. “I really do. And I know that makes me sound like some indecisive teenager going through an angsty phase—and I’m not going to sit here and whine and wax poetic about them, but they’re both great guys. You know that. They’re both intelligent and funny in their own ways. They’re great Heroes. Bakugou is… well, he’s Bakugou, but he’s charming in his own way. Todoroki is the same way. And, I mean, I’m not fucking blind, you know? They’re ridiculously hot, and it’s kind of unfair.” You finally force yourself to look at Ochako who looks caught between sympathetic and amused. “I’d be lucky to date either one of them.”

She reaches out to pat your arm, her lips quirking upward. “I think they’d be pretty lucky to date you too. You’re pretty hot yourself.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Thanks.”

Ochako shuffles closer to you, taking Kyouka’s abandoned spot and pressing her shoulder against yours. “So, what do you want to do? You know we’ll all support you either way, right?”

The reassurance brings a small smile to your face, and you nod before dropping your head to rest on her shoulder. “I mean, I was just planning on eating ice cream, crying, and avoiding making life altering decisions for as long as possible.”

“Yuna!” Ochako giggles and shoves you off her shoulder. When you whine, she sends you a mock disapproving look. “Be serious!”

You smother a groan, wanting nothing more than to shove your face into the couch cushions and avoid this conversation entirely. “What do you want me to say, Ochako? That I’d like to let both of them have their way with me?”

An excited squeal from behind you makes you flinch in your seat. With wide eyes, you whip around on the couch. Horror shoots through you as your eyes lock on an ecstatic Mina, Momo and Kyouka hovering in the living room entrance behind her.

“I fucking knew it!” Mina gasps, clapping her hands together and practically jumping up and down.

You sigh and drop your head back onto Ochako’s shoulder. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you murmur.

She pats the top of your head gently.

Mina skips around the edge of the couch and flops down dramatically, already whipping out her phone as Momo and Kyouka settle onto the other sofa across from you, small, matching smiles on their faces. They’ve never teased you as openly as Mina or Ochako, but just because they haven’t said it out loud doesn’t mean they haven’t thought it.

“You’re being dramatic, Mina,” Kyouka says, folding her arms behind her head on the back of the couch. “It’s not like she was very good at hiding it.” She smirks at you, and you flip her the bird, making Ochako giggle.

Momo remains silent but has to politely cover her mouth with her hand to hide a smile.

Mina waves Kyouka off with a flick of her wrist. “Eijirou owes me twenty,” she tells all of you excitedly. Wiggling in her seat, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, excitedly beginning to type.

You lurch away from Ochako with a horrified gasp. “You are not telling Kirishima about this!” Mortified, you nearly lunge across Ochako’s lap to slap the cellphone out of Mina’s hands, to which she whines loudly. Mina pouts but makes no attempt to grab her phone off the floor.

The glare you send her is half-hearted; her smile comes back full force.

“So, when you say you want them to have their way with you, are we talking separately, or, like, at the same time? Because, to be honest, that’s totally a sandwich I wouldn’t mind getting between.”

Ochako snorts, Kyouka rolls her eyes, and Momo looks particularly scandalized at Mina’s comment.

“I’m too sober for this,” you murmur, shifting on the couch so that you can toss your legs over Ochako’s lap. Blindly, you grope for one of Momo’s throw pillows on the floor. Maybe it’s not too late to smother yourself with it. Frankly, you’d take death over the turn this conversation is taking. You’re loath to admit how much you agree with Mina on the whole sandwich thing—and you know what, maybe you have had enough to drink tonight.

The thought must be clear on your flushed face because Kyouka sends you a knowing look. “Definitely at the same time,” she says.

This time you go through with the smothering plan. The poor pillow is crushed against your face, muffling your words when you ask, “Why am I friends with any of you?” Obviously, you know the answer. These ladies have been with you for the better part of your young adult life, and you wouldn’t trade any of them for the world, but sometimes you really want to strangle them with your bare hands.

Ochako pulls the pillow away from your face and tosses it aside with a smile, making you pout.

“Bitch, you love us,” Mina jokes, throwing you a playful wink.

Kyouka leans forward, resting her chin against her palm. “Besides, who else would put up with your dramatic ass?”

“Kyouka,” Momo chides despite her growing smile.

Ochako giggles and reaches out to poke your cheek. “We do it because we love you.”

Still pouting, you sigh. “I know.” Despite their teasing, you know they only want the best for you, and you appreciate that more than you’d ever be able to put into words. “You guys are the worst. I love you, too.”

“So…” Mina trails off purposefully, pretending to be engrossed with something on her phone—probably Kirishima. “You never answered the question, my dear.”

“Which question is that?” Right now you’re desperately hoping that playing dumb will work. As much as you’d like to continue dissecting your love life—or lack thereof—you can think of at least a dozen things you’d rather be doing. And that short list includes letting Mineta suck on your toes.

“Personally, I’d like an answer to which one you’d rather see naked, but admitting you want to have a threesome with two of the sexiest Pro Heroes of our generation is also acceptable.”

One of your eyebrows quirks upward. “Just of our generation?”

“Aizawa is a fox.” The other girls protest in varying degrees of disgust and Mina crosses her arms. “Why are you booing me, I’m right!”

You bite back a smile as Kyouka pretends to gag. “I have to agree with Mina on that one,” you confess, only half joking. You turn to said girl. “Tell us more about your hot fantasies about Eraserhead.”

“Hey now,” Mina jabs a finger in your direction. “Don’t think you can wiggle out of this one that easily, missy. You’re not distracting me this time. I demand answers about your little love triangle.”

“If I play dumb a little longer will you drop it?”

Mina bats her eyelashes. “Not a chance.”

Suddenly, your mood sobers more than you were expecting. Maybe it’s the wine finally getting to you, or the text messages you’ve been ignoring, or the way that as soon as Shouto and Katsuki stepped into your office today you felt an undeniable warmth flood through you. Just seeing them made everything feel just a little bit better. And now that the girls have started to pry into those feelings, you don’t know if there’s any going back for you. No more ignoring that little feeling in your chest until it goes away.

“Can we please not talk about this tonight?” you ask. The question comes out far softer than you meant it to, and the other girls frown when they see the expression on your face. You can only imagine how pathetic you must look right now.

They exchange a few looks before four pairs of eyes settle back on you, a mix of thoughtful and reassuring.

“Yuna,” Momo calls your name gently, idly playing with her fingers in her lap. She waits for you to look up before she continues. “I’m sure we already know the answer, but…” Another pause. “Do they both make you happy?” The look in your eyes gives you away, and she nods slowly, pondering something else. “In that case, could you be happy with both of them?” A faint blush creeps across Momo’s cheeks but she doesn’t break eye contact with you.

Your frown only deepens. “Momo, what are you—oh.” It hits you a moment too late, and you blink at her stupidly. “Oh!” For a second, you think your entire body is about to combust, and Ochako reaches over to pat your hand as your mouth moves soundlessly.

Kyouka isn’t quite as tactful. “She’s saying just date both of them, you loser.”

You point a finger in her direction. “First of all: rude and uncalled for.” She rolls her eyes. “And I don’t think it’s that simple, Kyouka.” In theory it might be the easiest solution, but already you can think of at least fifty different things that could go horribly wrong if you were to ever bring that up in conversation. Having worked with Heroes for the last three years, you know how the media likes to gossip, and you’re sure they’d have a field day over the Heroes Ground Zero and Shouto being in relationships, let alone with the same person.

Kyouka doesn’t seem to agree. “It is if you want it to be.”

“Are you saying you have experience with this kind of thing?” Ochako asks, brow furrowing.

“Hell no. You think I could handle two of Denki?”

“Seriously though.” Mina reaches out and grabs your ankle, tugging to get your attention. Her grin is blinding. “Girl, think about the sex. The stamina! Let me tell you, if I didn’t have Eiji—”

You tug your ankle out of her grasp. “You think about my sex life way too much, Mina,” you inform the bubbly girl. She’s certainly not wrong, but you’re not going to be the one to tell her that. Between you, Ochako is biting her lip like she’s trying not to laugh, and you jab a finger into her side, making her yelp. “But fine. I’ll bite. Hypothetically, if I did just… date both of them, don’t you think that would be a disaster?” you ask, glancing at the rest of them. “This is Katsuki and Shouto we’re talking about. They don’t exactly play well with others, let alone each other.”

Nevermind that the two have been friends since high school, there’s still very much some weird friendly rivalry going on between the two of them. The last thing anyone needs is for it to become decisively less friendly.

“You won’t know unless you try,” Momo offers encouragingly, ever the pragmatic one.

Ochako nods. “Yeah! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m left heartbroken, alone with fifty cats, and branded a harlot on national television if anyone finds out,” you say, completely deadpan. So you’re dramatic, it happens. “Oh, I could also lose my job.” That’s probably less likely than the others. You’re pretty sure Izuku would cry if he had to fire you.

Mina scoffs loudly. “Oh, please, we would never let you get that many cats!”

“Besides,” Ochako says, beaming down at you and clapping her hands together, “you’ve got us! We’ll support you through all of your bad decisions, no matter what!”

Kyouka and Momo nod encouragingly, both wearing small smiles.

The conversation keeps buzzing through your mind, and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. Your thoughts stray to the unanswered texts in your back pocket and Katsuki’s crooked smile and the heat of Shouto’s palm sinking into your side.

With another sigh, you lean into Ochako and allow her to wrap her arm around your shoulders. “I know,” you murmur against her shoulder as she strokes your hair. “I’ll think about it.”

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sunset-novice-writer · 4 years ago

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Pinky Promises

Dedicated to: @blackgirlanimes

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I urge guys to please go check out her blog. Her writing is amazing, and Merch is my favorite series by her. Plus, I wanted to give something back since she works hard on filling requests. I feel that writers sometimes need to have time to enjoy reading things too. (No matter how much I sort of cringe at my writing. Lol ^-^;)

This is my first official post to my Novice Writing blog. Whatever happens, I put this out there. As the saying goes, “Practice shows your effort.” Well, it's just a piece I got inspired by original songs I listened to too. Although the last bit at the end with some lyrics I came up with.

Hope you enjoy the writing of the unedited version. Let me know if you guys want a part two. I apologize in advance if anyone seems OOC it’s unbeta’d while it will be re-edited sometime later.

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Summary: Leaving to visit your birth parents in America was something exciting and sad for you because there was one person you would miss more than anything. An explosive blonde with harsh words though hiding behind what he really feels. You make a promise to return to him without fail in a year, and somehow you find yourself surprised instead.

Is it possible for you to make up after an argument leaves things up in the air ?

Contains: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem! Reader

Setting: |AU Modern |

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[ Scattered Pieces ] Part One

There you were sitting on the steps of your house you’d dreaded this day for months. While listening to your music, the song of somber feelings made you blink your eyes to stop the tears from falling. Everything around you would be all but a vision of something so far away, that left you wanting to take in the view of cloudy weather.

The light shower of rain curled your hair a little, causing you to give a brief smile. A time for reminiscing is something that came naturally during a crucial moment like this. Still, what awaited on the other side of the country was a chance to learn about the family who gave you up. Maybe hope to leave the resentful feelings of being tossed away to give you some closure, or the real understanding of why you give up for adoption clearer.

One thing seemed to cross your mind all time leading up to the days of the departure. A certain explosive little porcupine that wouldn’t take the news well of you disappearing on him.

Bakugou Katsuki…

First of many things that troubled you, the hurt he masked into dismissal with the egotistical nonchalant attitude you’d admired. During that moment you couldn’t stand him when he acted the way he did about you leaving for a year. Then again, you found it annoying at the same time how his temper blew up like a grenade. Only leaving a reminder of the wreckage his words left you still fresh in your mind to ruin.

“See if I care, dumbass! Go on, back where you came from and let them abandon you again!”

It was almost as if you could hear the words echoing in your mind from that incident.As if it were happening once more which you felt nothing next to numb. All except the pain that etched on your face returned while you blinked your eyes to stop the tears. Beyond the surface it wasn’t like you wanted to leave, still this was your chance to find your own answers of your past.

Your lips trembled cursing at yourself for letting the tears slip away he knew that was something hurtful. All the fears of going to meet the parents who wanted to meet you made you second guess how to approach them. The only action you did toward his comment turned around shaking your head at him not letting words fall from your lips. Instead was nothing that left your lips as you remember staying still. Thinking back on it, somehow you doubt even now he would come to see you off something inside you was fine with it.

How dumb were you like these getting angry after the fact when the moment is over?

Whatever the case you were glad that you had said nothing during that moment, as your hand moved to wipe the tears from eyes you took a deep breath. Whenever you faced your biological parents face to face you would deal with what came your way whether it be disappointing, or happy at least you’d get some answers.

After all your parents wanted you to know where you came from while taking you to explain everything when they told you the truth.Something that you would be grateful for sure you could’ve been angry about them keeping this enormous secret. Yet. you knew your parents worried about things you couldn’t understand as a child. Even if neither one of them had a connection by blood to you.

You couldn’t help to be happy beyond words, you could express that you got a life full of love, and sadly most kids like you don’t have time to experience. Reality of your situation, you got to have a home with these wonderful people though sometimes you felt a disconnect when you saw other of your peers with the parents.it was your adopted parents. Still, the days passed continuously since your encounter with Katsuki. You felt happy that at least despite the harsh words he left you with you.

“Maybe it’s better that I didn’t say everything I wanted.” You stated with resolve, your eyes would express another story of regret before you pinched your right cheek to snap you out of it. Your mopy thoughts needed to take a back seat. You wanted to face your actual parents, to ask everything you felt. In the back of your mind, you wanted to have his support behind you.

You want to move forward to well really to get there then you plan to do next. Placing Bakugou at the back of your mind would be the best thing you could do for right now.

That would be fine, you could handle it, nothing would get in the way. Especially not the explosive blonde you were probably throwing himself into a distraction to avoid thinking of you. They had made sure they packed the luggage into the car the night before and learned that your father wanted to take a later flight instead of the current one.

Sweet little broccoli is calling you~ Never knew a broccoli could blush like a tomato, like a tomatoo--Oh yeah! I love you my sweetpea fresh like chili broccoli..~

A brief buzz came from your pocket causing you to let laughter burst from your mouth. You saved this as Izuku’s ringtone, much to his flustered expression every time he heard it with an embarrassment covering his face. You didn’t think it was that bad besides you worked on creating something like this for his Mom. An early mother’s day gift, so she wanted a ringtone that fitted her beloved son. So you helped him with it much how he was shy singing it, but you did it with him. At least you could find your spirits lifting a fraction. Before you answered the call you went to work on calming down your giggles first.

“Hey, Izuku. What’s up?”You questioned, you wondered why he called suddenly out of the blue like this, yet it was nice to talk to someone either way.Still, you heard him speak on the other of the line.

“Hey, [Name] is everything all right?” Midoriya's tone was curious, as if he was trying to figure more than she’d let on. Then you as if something told he wanted to talk about something else. He was very observant, though the thoughts of your conversation with Katsuki crawled back up, but you wanted to avoid it.

“Mhm, I’m all right, Izuku.” Your voice relaxed, giving a bit of a chuckle that escaped your lips. In the event to stop him from trying to read too much in to what you wanted to hide.You smiled thinking of your trip besides you knew your doubts and worries came out of nervousness to be honest.

“I’m ready to face my biological parents--to get the answers to my questions.” You continued there was a bite of bitterness in your voice which he caught.

Why did you let that tiny swirling frustration come out of you now?

“[Name], is it really about that or is it about Kacchan..?” Izuku asked, his voice cut through your voice caught in your throat when he mentioned him. Now, you stammered with your own reply.

“N-No, it's not about Bakugou.” Damn it. You cursed you weren’t trying to sound stumble with Midoriya though he knew Katsuki just and you. Yet, you wondered what he knew about his outburst, though you didn’t want to go into it.

At your obvious lie, all you heard on the other sigh of the phone was him sighing at your stubbornness. What else could you say about the subject? He knew about what transpired, though you were sure where he learned it from. Either way, you didn’t see a point in just putting it behind a shade so you came clean.

“He’ll come around as hot-headed as Katsuki is.” Midoriya said while pausing for a moment. Still, you couldn’t help but agree with him. “I know he will see you off—He will miss you everyone will [Name].” He replied, you would miss him along with all your friends.

Hoping was all you could do for the moment was that Bakugou came through to say goodbye on better terms. A negative thought was lingering inside your head like a deathly plague he might not. When trying to predict his moods like was trying to disarm a ticking time bomb even though you knew he had moments of caring. It was just obscured by the rough edges of his personality, though you saw it more than most.

“I will take your word for it,Izuku.I just hope to see him one more time...” You smiled lightly, while conversing a little more with Midoriya longer before ending the call. Drifting further away from your persistent thoughts that resurfaced, you got saved from them. Your parents returned home with some takeout from your favorite place while you saw their car pull in the driveway.

All your unease that made you restless to hear from one person disappeared. You wanted to at least hear his voice say his common catch phrase, or the fear you held made you more concerned to call him.

You stopped up at your front door to glance down at your iPhone, glancing at the screen saver you stored secretly. It was Bakugou Katsuki in his usual stance, though he sported a splash of color dusting his face a bright pink. His scowl was clear while crimson eyes held his glare with your arms wrapped around his waist. What happened that day made your smile return, though suddenly it dimmed altogether once more.

A confession that would stay hidden with which you want to tell him. A single tear fell from your eye that splashed on the screen of your phone. You bit back the sobs that wanted to escape your throat, deciding it would be better to compose yourself. You didn’t want your folks to make a fuss about why you felt sad moment. You wanted to just forget and enjoy their company. While that faint melody of the song you were playing echoed its somber words when you entered your house.

Let you hear the words I want to say…

Before I disappear never again to see your face…

I love with the confession of my feelings seemed to go unanswered.

Yet, they linger only for you..

Something that when unnoticed just outside your gate was the very boy you were thinking of now. He contemplated going to your door before growling in frustration turning on his heel walking back to his home.

“Damn it...” Katsuki wasn’t sure how he’d apologize to you that didn’t stop the prickling feeling that stabbed his chest. Your sobs only dug it deeply into how his words cut you. This whole situation was shitty to him you leaving hating to admit he would miss a lot than he expressed. He didn’t want to lose you even if it was to get your answers he wished to find those shitty parents of yours to tell them that. They shouldn’t have given someone like you up even if it was for a beneficial thing for you, yet it is a grateful feeling that he met you because of it.

At least that Deku told him when you’d be departing, so he’d make sure you’d come back. A promise he wanted to deliver before you went halfway across the country to get your answers..

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I can’t believe that I finished this at 2:37 AM. Hope everyone enjoys this blurb. All that to see if you all want to see a Part Two. I’ll probably work on making masterlist sometime tomorrow.

#practice writing #dedication #BNHA #BakugouxFemReader #pocifyousquint #bnha x reader

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all-might-blog · 4 years ago

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Give those two a push, Class 1A!

Summary:

The students of Class 1A are not blind to the fact that their teacher, All Might, is having a bit of a romantic problem. So they decide that it cannot wait any longer... and Aizawa catches them Red-handed.

Notes:

This story was inspired by a fanart I found on pinterest. It was a picture of All Might and Inko walking down a street, All Might holding an umbrella since it raining. In the background, you could see several students of Class 1A watching them, as if they had planed it. So I came up with this idea! Also, anyone agree that Inko should be shown more in the series? After all, isn't she the woman raising humanity's next All Might? AND she's doing it on her own! Share your oppinion in the comments (if you wish).

This is the picture:

Originally posted on Ao3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

"You know, I noticed that All Might was staring at your mom yesterday during the School Meeting, Deku." Urakawa said. "Yeah, I saw that too. It's been going on like that for some time..." the green-haired boy said. "Ooooh, All Might has a love interest!" Mina sing-sang, making some of the students giggle. "Guys, class is about to start." Momo said without looking up from the notebook she was writing on. "Yes, but All Might is in need of a push, don't you think?" Hagakure piped up. There was a short-lived silence. "Are you saying that we should set them up?" Asui asked slowly. "Yeah!" Hagakure said. "Um... is that a good idea?" Midoriya asked, a little doubtful. "Why shouldn't it?" the invisible girl asked cheerfully. "That's what happened to my parents!" "All Might and Deku's Mom are not your parents, though." Iida said. "I agree with Hagakure," Kaminari said. "I think that we should-" "Good morning," Eraserhead swept in through the door, heading straight to his desk. The class instantly fell silent. Had he heard them? "In case you are wondering, yes, I heard you. But I am also tired of having to watch those two dance around each other like moths around a godamn light. So long as you don't do anything stupid, like setting a fire so that All Might can rescue her or something, I will allow this to go on. And if they find out, don't tell them about what I just said. Now, let's get started with the lesson." The class was shocked and relieved at their teacher's speech. He had heard them, but he was allowing them to give All Might and Inko a little nudge.

"It will rain today," Bubblegirl said, glancing up at the sky. "You should get an umbrella, Mirio. I can lend you one if you want." "Thanks!" Mirio replied cheerfully. "Come, Eri." Bubblegirl gave him an umbrella and he and Eri left the agency just as the first drops of rain began to fall. "We will take the train to the shopping mall. What do you think, Eri?" Mirio asked the small girl besides him. "Yes!" she replied, giving him a huge, adorable smile. He beamed back at her, leading the way to the train station.

"Aww, shucks. It's raining." Kirishima said as they aproached the main doors. "The sky was clear earlier this morning," Midoriya said, shouldering his backpack. "I didn't bring an umbrella." "Problem solved," Momo said, holding out umbrellas for everyone. "Wow! Thanks, sempai!" Urakawa said, taking one. "So... anyone know what we will do about Inko and All Might?" "Well, my mother said that she was going to the mall... I could get All Might to come too?" Midoriya suggested. "Smart! And then, you guys meet her and then we will come and you can tell them that you will be with us." Mina said with a bright smile. "I can tag after them closely since I am invisible," Hagakure said. "Ooooh, that's a good idea!" Ojiro said, his tail wagging. "I will come because I need to get more soba anyways." Todoroki said quietly (truth was, he was also curious about how it would turn out...). "I will too!" Mina said. Soon, Urakawa, Iida, Ojiro, Mina, Hagakure, Todoroki, Kirishima, Jiro, Tsuyu, Momo and Bakugou (whom Deku had managed to drag along in some miraculous way) were heading for the mall. Sato, Aoyama, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Mineta, Shoji and Koda already had plans for the evening. Midoriya went back into the school, umbrella clutched in his right hand, and ran into All Might himself, crashing painfully to the floor. "Midoriya, my boy!" All Might said with surprise. "I didn't see you coming! Are you alright?" "Yup." Midoriya said, tears of pain stinging his eyes. All Might helped him to his feet. "Where you going home?" All Might asked. "No. Actually, I was looking for you. Would you like to come with me to the mall? I need to get some new clothes, and my mother is not free today..." Midoriya said. "Well, I don't have anything else to do today and I could do with a walk. Problem is, I haven't got an umbrella." All Might replied. "We can just share mine..." he said, holding his up. "All right then. Shall we get going?" Al Might asked, pulling on his jacket.

The two of them exited the school and headed for the train station. Many people stared at All Might, and there was a great deal of muttering and pointing as they walked past, but not hostile. After all, he had once been the world's number 1 hero before his fight with All for One. Soon the two of them were entering the shoping mall, which was less crowded than usual due to the rain outside. Midoriya spotted Ojiro sitting on a bench next to the fountain placed in the center of the mall. His fellow friend gave him a subtle thumbs up. Midoriya replied with a tiny nod to show he understood. His phone pinged and he fished it out of his pockets. It was a text from Iida: Localitation of your mother has been found. She is on the second floor, about to use the elevator. Hagakure is sneaking in with her. it read. "Anything wrong, my boy?" All Might asked. Midoriya pocketed the phone. "Nah. Let's go up to the second floor. I heard there's a good shop up there..."

The two of them walked up to the elevator. Midoriya pressed the button and both waited patiently. Then the doors opened to reveal Inko standing inside the elevator, carrying two shoping bags. She stepped outside and noticed the other two. "Oh! Izuku! All Might!" she said with a laugh, "You nearly gave me a heart attack." "My apologies, Miss Inko." All Might said, keeping his conposture. Midoriya didn't miss the faint blush that colored his sharp cheek bones. He made his amused smile into a cheerful, innocent one. "Ha ha, Mom! I didn't expect to find you here!" he said. He felt a tiny nudge on his hand and knew it was Hagakure. "Neither did I. What are you two doing here?" Inko asked. "I was going to go by some clothes. I invited All Might along since you weren't available and he agreed because he didn't have anything to do for the rest of the afternoon." Mirodiya explained. "Well then, I shouldn't keep the two of you," Inko said, adjusting her grip on her bags. "Hey! Midoriya! Watcha doing here?!" they all turned to see Kirishima runing towards them. "Bakugou, Denki and I are gonna go to Virgin and see if we can get some suppost items for Denki. Wanna come?" "Sure!" Midoriya said. Then he looked at the other two adults. "If that's fone with the two of you…?" "Of course, Izuku. All Might, uh, would you like coffee or something else...?" Inko asked. "I could do with some tea." he said, giving Midoriya a look that seemed to say We will speak about this later. "Okay! I will see you later, then!" Midoriya said with a wave, walking after Kirishima. "Did you see him blush? I saw him blush!" Hagakure said with a giggle, "I've never seen All Might blush! I should have taken a picture of it... The media would go crazy within days!" "Better leave it as it is. I don't think All Might would like it." Kirishima said. The turned a corner to find the others waiting for them. "So? How was it?" Mina asked. "I think he suspects, but they are gonna have a snack or something." Midoriya said. "This is so fun!" Urakawa said with a laugh. "It feels like we are doing a super secret mission!" "Well, we better move or we will loose them!" Hagakure said. "Come on, class!" Iida said, walking out of their corner. The others quickly followed. "I think we should split into groups or we might get found. Bakugou, Kirishima, Tsuyu and Mina, you guys could be one group. Urakawa and Jiro. Todoroki and Iida could be another. I will be with Ojiro and Deku. Hagakure, you tag along close behind them." Momo said. "I think she already did..." Jiro said. There was a short silence. "Yup. Let's get moving!" Kirishima said excitedly. They all split ways, heading in different directions but all walking down the same way and looking as innocent as they could. Todoroki and Iida went into the café that All Might and Inko where in and took seats on a table not too far from them, looking at the two adults over the newspapers they were using as face shields.

All Might and Inko sat at a table, unaware that they were being monitored by Class 1A's students. They had just finished ordering their drinks (All Might had ordered black tea and Inko had gotten a latte). "I am sure that you and I both know what this is all about, right?" Inko quietly asked All Might. "I've know Izuku ever since he was born, after all..." "I apologize for this." All Might said, cheeks slightly pink (Hagakure placed her hands firmly over her mouth to stiffle the giggle that was craling up her throat. She couldn't believe it was going so well!). "It's fine. They are kids after all..." Inko said with a little wave of her hand. "But, uh, I didn't expect them to... well..." the two of them fell into an awkward silence. They were rescued by the arrival of their drinks. All Might focused on sipping at his, trying to keep his face free from any emotion that could betray his nervousness and unease.

"I feel like we might have to wait for something to happen," Ojiro quietly told Momo and Mirodiya. "They know our intentions!" Hagakure whispered, making the three of them jump. "Uh... is that bad…?" Mirodiya whispered. "They are mostly awkward." the invisible girl said. "I'm going to go see what they are speaking about." Several minutes passed before she returned. "They are talking about school. They seem a little more comfortable around each other. That's good, right?" "Yes. Go keep an eye on them." Momo replied. "Deku, what are you-?" Mirodiya had his phone to his ear. The heard All Might's ringtone suddenly blast ("YOU HAVE A CAAAAAAAALLLLL-- "). All Might stood and excused himself for a minute or so.

"WhAT Is THe MEanInG oF THiS, MIDoRiyA?! " All Might hissed. "Uh..." "I know what this is all about, so don't deny that you and whoever else is with you are trying to set Inko and I in a date!" "Um..." "Midoriya?! 'Um' is not an anwser to my question!" "Look... just... get to know her. And it wasn't only us, you know. Aizawa sensei also-" "What?" "Don't get mad at him!" Midoriya quickly said. "We just-" "Just give me that," his phone was ripped out of his hands by Bakugou, "What Deku here is trying to kindly tell you is just fucking get over with it because they are all fucking bored of whatever is keeping you and Deku's mother appart. " he then ended the call. "Kachan!" Midoriya gasped. Bakugou shoved his phone back into hks hands. "Sometimes you have to get to the godamn point, idiot." he said. Moments later, Kirishima, Mina and Tsuyu ran up to them. "We tried to stop him," Mina panted. "It's okay-" "Guys! Look!" Tsuyu said. They all turned their heads to All Might and Inko's table. They were talking in low voices, All Might ocasionally chuckling and shaking his head. Soon they had finished their drinks, All Might paying for them. Then they watched them as they walked out of the café's terrace, talking. "Come on!" Iida said as he and Todoroshi left their table. Soon they were all sneaking after them. "What happened? All Might looked kinda agitated back there..." Urakawa asked Midoriya. "I called him in the phone and then Kachan took it from me and told him his thoughts." Midoriya replied. "Ah..." Jiro said with a quiet laugh.

"They are going outside," Todoroki said. "I will make raincoats for everyone." Momo said. Within moments, they were following the two adults, dressed in raincoats. Hagakure was also wearing one, not keen on getting wet in the freezing cold rain. Midoriya felt like a spy from a mission impossible movie as they all snuck after All Might, who held Midoriya's umbrella, and Inko, keeping themselves at a safe distance. Some of them, like Iida and Mina, actually hid behind bushes. "What are you all doing out here?" Midoriya jumped at Mirio's voice. He had been walking hand in hand with Eri, a black umbrella shielding the two of them from the rain. "We are matchma-" Kirishima began to say, but he was cut off by Mina. "They are kissing!" she squealed in the quietest way possible. They all looked at All Might and Inko, who had their faces half-hidden by the umbrella. But they couldn't miss the kiss. Bakugou shot into full view and before anyone could stop him- "FUCKING FINALLY!!!" he shouted at them. Kirishima pulled him behind a wall and everyone except Mirio and Eri ducked into hiding before All Might and Inko could spot them. Mirio shrugged at them. "Mission complete!" Iida whispered. They all silently whooped their victory.

Notes:

I was actually laughing by the ending at Bakugou's outburst XD ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown · 5 years ago

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Hi!! So I’m a really big fan of both your quirkless!izuku fics and was wondering if you had any recommendations for similar stories? I dont have a preference for either villain or hero Izuku, or any particular pairing, I’m just looking for well written multi-chapter fix’s to see me through the apocalypse.

So, I have taken this ask as a challenge!

Quirkless Apocalypse (Over 50,000 words)

*WIP

Sorry most of these are WIPs, but I just went through my bookmarks and picked out some of my favorites.

Entropy*

Maybe it was All Might's betrayal that finally broke him. Maybe it was the torment from his friends, day in and day out, or the crushing weight of society's collective dismissal of his existence. The reason isn't important anymore- only the consequences. Two years after he and three other students vanished from U.A., Midoriya Izuku is the leader of the fastest-growing group of villains in Japan, and no one is left to stand in his way- no one aside from All Might's successor, the next Symbol of Peace.

All orderly systems descend into chaos. No one is immune to entropy, heroes least of all.

One of my favorite villain fics, basically Izuku becoming worse than the league of villains ever was.

Four Makes One Team*

“Kacchan,” Izuku said, getting the attention of the boy beside him. “What if I don’t want to be a hero?”

Izuku spoke as if he was setting the world on fire. As if he’d broken time in half and let the fabric of the universe collapse like a folding chair.

Katsuki twitched. “Then what else do you want to be?” There was a tinge of anger in Katsuki’s words, the hint of a shout tipping each consonant.

“Well,” Izuku scratched his neck, eyes locked on the stars attached to the ceiling that shown an odd neon yellow in the afternoon light. “Well, what if I wanted to help heroes or something instead.”

(Where Izuku decides he wants to be hero support, learns computer code, and digs way to deep into a villain case all for the sake of teamwork.)

Basically, Izuku and Katsuki meet some other canon characters as kids and basically become genius vigilantes.

Subject: A Comprehensive Report*

Izuku decides early on that heroics is not the only path to heroism.

I did not know that I needed parental Nighteye, but I definitely did.

Finding Abandoned Hope*

Nothing in life was fair. Some people just had more luck than others. Midoriya Izuku was not one of those people. He learned that the hard way.

Not everyone gets good quirks. Not every quirk is accepted by people. This was a cruel and unforgiving world and Shinso Hitoshi knew that quite well.

Together, maybe they can have the life they both want.

Runaways, Vigilantes, Dadzawa. What else could you ask for?

Ripples on Deep Water*

Midoriya Izuku didn’t expect much from life. He knew it expected everything of him, and he was always trying to rise up and meet that challenge.Except for one little mutation in his genes that made all the difference.Except for one little change in the route home after a pretty depressing day.Or:When All Might crushes Izuku’s dreams, he crosses the path of someone who rebuilds them. Izuku’s going to be a hero... even if it won’t be exactly as planned.Or:How the tiniest wingbeat of a butterfly over the still ocean brings tsunamis to distant lands.

Izuku meets Mei at the right moment and basically keeps his dream alive. Support!Deku with an eye toward the hero course.

Black Rabbit*

For most people, waking up in the secret base of one of Japan's most wanted vigilantes would probably be terrifying. For Shouto Todoroki it ends up being first stroke of luck he's ever had. Black Rabbit is nothing like the rumors and ends up being his first real friend. For once in his life Todoroki feels like someone actually cares about and supports him, Black rabbit going as far as to get him a new identity so he wouldn't have to go back to Endeavor. It also helps that, on top of being the embodiment of sunshine personality wise, under the mask Black Rabbit is the gosh darn cutest boy Todoroki has ever laid eyes on.

Izuku Midoriya is the vigilante known as Black Rabbit. Pros all over Japan have tried to catch him but all have failed. Nothing is known about him and he's been doing this for years, living in his secret base alone. He never had a friend until he rescued Todoroki. It's a relief and a blessing to finally have someone who knows him out of the mask and likes him as a person. There's a personal connection and closeness between them that he's never had before and he'll follow it as far as it takes him.

Now if they can only keep their respective identities a secret while attending UA

Vigilante!Deku with a healthy helping of Dadzawa and some sweet TodoDeku on the side.

Who said the only thing green about him is his hair?*

All Might isn't able to get away from the reporters after saving Bakugou and Midoriya during the sludge incident.

Midoriya Izuku, without motivation, Bakugou's words of suicide ringing through his head. He makes a decision, something that wouldn't ruin Bakuguou's chances of becoming a hero, something where he could get away from everything that was hurting.

Izuku decides to run away. Impulsive and hasty, desperate and in shock, he decides that running away and surviving would hurt less than any other option when reality hits him full force.

Runaway!Deku, enough said.

Swan Dive*

The Slime Villain Incident, and the events leading up to it happen one year earlier. Izuku, broken and lost in the face of All Might's words, decides to take Kacchan's advice. But a familiar Underground Hero won't let a young life end so quickly. How will a simple right-place-right time scenario change things?

OR:

Aizawa Shouta saves the life of Midoriya Izuku and finds himself with a new apprentice and surrounded by a quickly growing family circle. What has he gotten himself into? Heavy Dadzawa and Dadmic. Auntie Nemuri and eventual redeemed Bakugo.

The sweetness! The trauma! This fic will definitely punch you in the heart in more ways than one.

I’m Here*

What if All Might never dropped that bottle...? There was never a chance to prove himself. Midoriya never became a hero. Take a dive off the roof of the building, that's what Bakugo wanted, right? But a stranger stops him and gives him a new dream for the future. A boy's descent into madness and obsession but not without finding a family amongst a number of misfits. To kill some major league heroes. It's all they want to do and change society. What's the cost?

Insane!Villain!Deku. Literal chills, seriously. It definatly gets dark, so be ready for that. Also the league of villains as family and obsessive TodoDeku.

I’m Doing This For Them*

Izuku always wanted to be a hero, but without a quirk almost everyone he met said that was impossible, but Izuku's stubborn and he never took no for an answer. So he decides to take his dream into his own hands and do the impossible. Even if he can't legally become a hero what's to stop him from doing it illegally?

A lie-detecting detective, a purple-haired kid, and an insomniac pro hero, that's who.

Izuku decides to try his luck at becoming a vigilante and subsequently annoys the shit out of everyone he meets.

Sassy Viligante!Deku, EraserMic with Shinso, basically so much family!

The Yakuza isn’t that bad*

After Izuku was told by his idol that he can't be a hero without a quirk, he realized something. This world, where the quirked do whatever they want, and the quirkless are treated as less than human, is flawed. And what better way to repair a flawed world than returning it to when it wasn't?

Do you want Mafia!Deku? Very unique fic about Izuku taking over Overhaul’s operation (don’t worry about Eri, she’ll be fine) and pursuing a quirkless world.

Independence*

All Might is the number one hero, and has a beautiful wife, they are a beautiful, loving family. What no one knows is they have a quirkless son. When telling he him he can’t be a hero, Midoriya Izuku takes fate into his own hands, and tries to warn his parents he isn’t going to listen is the silliest of ways. He is still planning to be the best hero, even if he has to tear apart the society norms around him.

Bad bio-dadmight. Izuku is basically running on sheer spite at this point and it’s working.

Nii-Chan! Nii-Chan!*

Aizawa Shouta is a teen who lives by the rules of logic and rationality, in his second year of Yuuei. When his parents kick him out when discovering he has a boyfriend, he finds himself alone on the street.

Midoriya Inko lives in a small flat with her young and only son after her ex-husband ran learning she was pregnant. With Mother and Son sharing a huge heart with un-measurable amounts of love, they find and help Aizawa.

With a new Mom and a little Brother, Aizawa finally has a family to be proud of.

How much found family can we incorporate into one story? The answer is a lot more than you’d think. Basically once Izuku adopts someone, they are family. Lots of fluff.

Erased Potential*

Midoriya Izuku, determined to become a hero before ever meeting All Might, looks for another way. He might not have a quirk, but that can’t be all that being a hero is about. He has the intelligence, the drive, the determination. All he needs now is to know how to use it. Enter Aizawa Shouta.

Pretty much my favorite Dadzawa fic.

Net Neutrality (series)

I feel like this should be included even if each fic isn’t over 50,000 words. Info Broker!Deku and Vigilante!Deku with Eri getting the love she deserves. This inspired some parts of Mastermind, actually.

One-Choice: Vigilante*

Time is a funny thing, the way even a single choice can change the world forever. Every single choice can turn the course of fate in unexpected directions.

Midoriya Izuku always wanted to be a hero. Ever since he was a child, he wanted to be someone who saves other with a fearless smile. But when his world comes crashing down around him, when even the tiniest spark of hope is crashed, what would he do?

This entire series is really good. It’s basically another take on what I’m doing with my For the Want of a Nail series.

Secondary Colors*

"You got pushed down the stairs... and you're apologizing for it," he stated blandly. "That seems counterintuitive.""Um... sorry?" Izuku whispered. He was starting to shake a little, adrenaline flooding his veins and leaving him cold. He had no idea what Purple was going for with his blunt statements and the hand reaching toward his shoulder as if to steady him, but apologizing was generally safe."You don't have to apologize, dude. I don't know your name, but I doubt it's actually Deku.""Um. Midoriya." Izuku peered sideways at Purple as they rounded the corner. "Izuku Midoriya. Deku is just, um, just what my... friends call me." He winced."Sounds real friendly."

Izuku and Shinso are best friends with a lot of Dadzawa and Dadmic.

Pied Piper*

If they wouldn’t give him a chance then the solution seemed simple, he’d give himself one. He’d force the world to see him, force them to recognize his hard work. He wasn’t missing a quirk, it was simply that everyone else had been given an advantage. He wasn’t broken, or useless, or incapable, and he’d prove it by outrunning all of them, he who was quirkless, he who had started in last.

One of my favorite Vigilante!Deku fics, hands down. Izuku is an absolute mad lad in this.

We Don’t Need No Fuckin’ Heroes*

Almost half a year before Izuku's fated meeting with the Slime Villain, our protagonist finds himself running away from his fears.But instead of letting his fears overtake him and drag him back down to the darkness where they think he belongs, he finds friendship in the most unusual places and with the help of his friends they all claw their way up into the light where they want to be and where they truly belong.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Izuku met Dabi and Toga before they could join the league of villains? Amazing Vigilante!Deku

Detective Midoriya*

After the sludge incident, Izuku Midoriya's dream was officially crushed. However, a later experience takes the boy in a new direction. Izuku had never really contemplated being a detective, but his whole life he'd only ever wanted to help people with a smile on his face. Thanks to some luck and an entire police station, Izuku's dream is reborn.

Izuku joins the police force and basically proves that he’s as amazing as we all know he is.

There is No Such Thing as Competely Forgiven

Deku doesn't become a hero, though he might be considered one to people that have been rejected by society. He can be petty, twisted, and is loyal to a fault. That hardly makes him evil. No, he just knows the worlds got to change and he can't do that from a side that praises people like Bakagou Katsuki and All Might. He also would love nothing better than to get even with a few people that ruined his life...

Katsuki knows that he is the reason that Deku is dead. He just can hope one day he can forgive himself and that others can as well for the role he played in it. He needs to make the world a better place, one that Izuku would have wanted. He needs to be a hero that does more than punch villains in the face. But its really hard to be a needed change when he can't trust most of his own decisions are the right ones.

One of my favorite villian!Deku fics of all time, mostly because of the found family stuff it’s got going on with the league. It’s also got a sequel if you want more.

A Deadman’s Gun

“I—“ Izuku hesitated, gaping wordlessly, before admitting softly. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to go home. There’s nothing for me, there.”

“So you filled this hole by playing detective— And how long is that going to last, I wonder?” Stain replied, still massaging his chin. “But you— You have potential.”

Izuku blinked at Stain’s chest, before looking up. “Excuse me?”

“What a waste would it be, to let you become a red splatter on the sidewalk.” Stain continued, almost contemplating. “No. No, kid, what you need is a new purpose. Your old one is gone? Well, time to get off your ass and find something else—“

Ok, there need to be more parental Stain fics in this fandom, because this is absolutely amazing!

Hero Class Civil Warfare

Heroes lead by Bakugo.Villains lead by Midoriya.Seven days prep time.Three days for Izuku Midoriya to show why they should be glad he's not a real villain.

Ok! Ok! I know this isn’t Quirkless!Deku but I have to include it because it’s a classic and it’s pretty similar to my fics, so I know you’ll love it anyway. It focuses on Izuku’s intelligence rather than his quirk.

#fic recs #ask #quarentine #long fics #quirkless izuku #my favorites

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kawaiikichi · 5 years ago

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Kitchen Flirting (BKDK)

Hey, you guys! So, this is part one of a Domestic BKDK AU that I came up with during my time away from this blog. I wasn’t really in the best of moods and I even felt hopeless but writing this (and Bakudeku period) really saved me and cheered me up (because that’s what fluff oughta do after some angst). So, this was the result of that. It’s pretty fluffy and just them being cute, so yeah.

The inspiration behind this besides cheering myself up was that I started thinking about things and then my mind wandered to a scene of Katsuki teaching Izuku how to cut an onion and this came to be.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Kitchen Flirting

Summary: Katsuki teaches Izuku how to cook. Things escalate from there.

One-Shot Notes: They all have their Quirks; Katsuki and Izuku are 22; they live together and have been living together for almost a year; Established BKDK (been dating for a few years)

One-shot is under the cut!

“Um...Kacchan? Can you please tell me why you have two aprons?” Izuku asked, staring at the two aprons that Katsuki held in his hands.

“What does it look like, Deku? I’m going to teach you how to fucking cook.” Katsuki stated.

“To cook?”

“Damn right. I don’t wanna have to come home to a burnt kitchen again.”

“Sorry, Kacchan...” Izuku trailed off, recalling when he tried cooking dinner for Katsuki a couple nights ago only to nearly burn their apartment down.

“Stop fucking apologizing, Deku. Now, bring your cute little butt over here so that I can get this apron on you.” Katsuki said, motioning for Izuku to come closer.

“But Kacchan, I can put it on myself—”

“If you don’t get here right this fucking minute, I’m going to tickle you until you beg for mercy.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll come over there...”

Izuku let out a sigh of defeat as he walked over to Katsuki, who had a smug look on his face as he put on his apron, which was black and had the words “100% Pure Daddy Material” on it in white block letters. Izuku stopped as Katsuki turned to look at him, that charming smirk still spread across his lips.

“Now, let’s get this apron on you.” he said.

Izuku could only stare as Katsuki made his way over to him with a white apron in his hand. He brought it over Izuku’s head and he began to fix it. His fingers would brush along the sides of Izuku’s neck, which made his skin tingle. Katsuki’s fingers lingered just above Izuku’s collarbone before withdrawing them and moving so that he was behind him. With deft fingers, he proceeded to tie the apron straps into a knot behind Izuku. Every once in a while, Katsuki’s fingers would dance along Izuku’s lower back, making his heart nearly leap out of his chest.

Kacchan is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? He has to be, Izuku thought to himself.

Katsuki pulled away and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

“So today, we’re going to be making a simple dish: curry.” Katsuki said.

“Curry, huh...” Izuku trailed off.

“This is such a simple recipe that even an amateur like you can follow it and it’ll come out well!” Katsuki declared.

“Well...” Izuku scratched the back of his head nervously. “I did burn instant ramen one time when I had Uraraka over at my old apartment...” he trailed off.

Katsuki stared at Izuku with an appalled look on his face.

“God fucking...” he released an exasperated sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Seriously? Instant ramen?” he asked.

“Yeah, I know, it’s totally embarrassing...” Izuku murmured.

Katsuki let his hand drop to his side.

“Bring your cute butt over here, Deku.” he said.

Izuku did as he was told and suddenly found himself in Katsuki’s arms. The scent of cinnamon and cologne enveloped him as Katsuki spoke.

“Don’t be embarrassed, okay, Deku? It’ll be fine. Why? Because I am fucking here. And I will make sure that this meal comes out excellent.” he said.

Izuku inhaled Katsuki’s scent before letting out a small giggle.

“Hm? What’s so funny, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

“You were mimicking All Might just now and I thought it was kinda funny...” Izuku trailed off.

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed at this.

“I hear you say one more thing about All Might and it’ll be a full-on tickle fest from here on out.”

“O-Okay, okay, Kacchan! I won’t say it anymore, so please stop poking at my sides!”

🧡💚🧡💚

“Okay, now that we have the rice in the rice cooker, we should start chopping up some fucking vegetables. That sounds doable, right, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

“Yes, it does.” Izuku gave Katsuki a pout. “Kacchan, you don’t need to keep babying me like this...” he trailed off.

“Huh? I ain’t fucking babying you. I’m just keeping a goddamn eye on you.”

“That’s...kinda the same, though...”

“Huh? Did someone just ask for a tickle fest?”

“N-No! No, I did not!”

“Alright, then. Now, start working on that onion for me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright, Kacchan...”

Izuku watched as Katsuki headed down the hallway. As soon as he heard the door close, he redirected his attention to the onion on the cutting board.

“Now, time to cut this onion...” he trailed off.

He grabbed for the knife and after cutting off the top and bottom ends of it, he peeled off the outer skin and then sliced the onion in half. Then, he stopped.

And now I don’t know what to do after this. I’ve tried to see how Kacchan does it, but his hands move so fast that it’s hard for me to follow...gosh, I should really start watching some cooking shows whenever I get the chance. Actually, I should’ve observed my mom while I was still at home—

“Hey, Deku, you done with that onion yet?”

Izuku let out a startled yelp, nearly dropping the knife as Katsuki returned from the bathroom. He looked down at Izuku’s cutting board.

“So, that’s how far you’ve gotten, huh...” Katsuki trailed off as he began to make his way over to Izuku.

Izuku began to panic as the blond got closer. What was Katsuki going to do? Deep down, Izuku knew that the blond would probably threaten him with a tickle fest, but he kept fearing that he would use his Quirk. He suddenly remembered the heated fight they got in three months ago, where they had to fight a very clever and devious villain and Izuku nearly lost his life. The two of them went at each other with their Quirks in an all-out battle, destroying half of their apartment.

When Katsuki was being vague, Izuku couldn’t help but fear what would come next.

He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for Katsuki to reprimand him. Suddenly, he felt Katsuki’s warm scent envelop him completely. His eyes flew open and he watched as Katsuki’s hands slid down his arms and rested atop his hands.

“You’re holding the knife wrong, Deku.” Izuku nearly jumped at how close Katsuki’s rough, but gentle voice was to his ear. “This is how you’re supposed to hold the knife,” he began, positioning Izuku’s hand properly on the knife.

“Then, you need to curl your fingers in like this so that you don’t cut any of them off,” he curled the fingers on Izuku’s other hand and placed them atop the onion, “Next, you cut into it vertically just slightly and after that, we’re going to chop it nice and slow.” Katsuki explained.

As they went through the motions, Izuku’s senses went into overdrive. There were the sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board lightly with each clean cut. Then there was the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cologne that clung to the blond. Katsuki’s hand resting on top of his. The feeling of Katsuki’s toned chest through his apron and shirt almost flush against his back. Katsuki’s breath tickling the shell of his ear as he whispered encouraging words to him every once in a while. It was enough to drive Izuku mad and he had to stop himself from having his heart leap out of his chest and his body melt into a puddle of mush.

“And there. The onion’s done.”

Katsuki’s voice brought Izuku back to reality and he saw that the onion was cut into nice and even bite-sized pieces.

“Wow...” Izuku trailed off.

Oh my gosh, I actually did it! Well, I had Kacchan’s help, but this is still pretty amazing, he thought to himself.

“I see someone’s pretty damn happy that they managed to cut an onion. Well, you obviously couldn’t have done it without me, your boyfriend, the one and only Bakugou Katsuki.” the blond said.

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re ego’s starting to come through again, Kacchan.” he teased.

Katsuki huffed out a sigh.

“Like hell it is, Deku.” he replied before bringing Izuku’s earlobe in between his teeth and tugging lightly on it.

Izuku squealed, his cheeks turning red.

“Ka-Kacchan!” he exclaimed in shock.

“I knew it. You started getting flustered with how close I was to you.” Katsuki commented.

“Hu-Huh?! That’s not what this is—”

“Don’t lie to me, Deku.”

Katsuki took the knife out of Izuku’s hand, put it down on the cutting board, and turned him so that they were face to face.

It was only then that Izuku registered the stinging in his eyes from when they were cutting the onion no too long ago. He looked up at Katsuki through watery eyes.

“Kacchan...” he grumbled, a pout making its way to his lips.

Katsuki chuckled.

“Wow, Deku...just looking at your cute face flushed all red like a tomato makes it all the more obvious that you’re one hundred percent cinnamon roll material.” he commented.

“Huh?” Izuku blinked, some tears slipping down his cheeks as he followed Katsuki’s gaze down to his apron.

Sure enough, the words “100% Pure Cinnamon Roll Material” were printed in black block letters across the white apron. His cheeks grew redder as he looked back and forth between their aprons, connecting the dots.

Oh gosh, these are the couple aprons that Kirishima got us for Christmas last year, he thought to himself.

He eyed his boyfriend curiously.

Since when was Kacchan such a romantic sap, he wondered to himself.

Sure, there would be times where Katsuki did romantic things and acted romantic, but it was never to the extent where Katsuki would be willing to wear couple set aprons.

“Hey, Kaccha—” Before Izuku could finish his sentence, Katsuki leaned in and began to kiss his tears away. His heart skipped a beat at the action.

“Kacchan...? What are you...?” Izuku trailed off.

“Somebody’s gotta get rid of those tears, don’t you think?” Katsuki asked.

“I get that, but...” Izuku’s eyes continued to sting as he noticed something. “Hey, Kacchan...how come your eyes aren’t watery?” he asked.

“That’s because I’m immune to it.” Katsuki replied.

This made Izuku pout.

“Not fair...I wish I could also be immune to it...” he mumbled.

“If you end up being immune to it as well, then I won’t be able to kiss those tears away.” Katsuki commented.

“Geez, Kacchan, you’re being very sappy today.”

“Well, I don’t see you complaining about it.”

In the next moment, Katsuki closed the distance between them, their lips coming together in a kiss. Izuku instantly melted, his hands moving to rest on Katsuki’s broad shoulders while Katsuki’s hands sat on either side of Izuku, trapping him against the counter. His hands eventually traveled down to his hips and he squeezed them lightly, causing a squeal to escape Izuku’s lips.

“Kacchan...!” he exclaimed against Katsuki’s lips, which split into a wide smirk as he placed his hands under Izuku’s thighs and lifted him up, carrying him over and setting him down on some empty counter space beside the sink.

Katsuki pulled away and he proceeded to pepper kisses all over Izuku’s face from his forehead to his cheeks, nose, eyelids, chin, and even the freckles that dotted his cheeks. Izuku giggled as Katsuki moved lover, trailing kisses along the sides of his neck and his exposed collarbone.

“Kacchan, just what in the world are you doing?!” he asked, giggling as Katsuki bit the side of his neck playfully.

“I am trying to kiss every inch of your fucking beautiful body.” Katsuki withdrew so that he could shoot Izuku a devious smile. “Is there something wrong with that?” he asked.

“N-No! There’s nothing wrong with that at all, Kacchan! It’s just—” at that moment, the rice cooker beeped.

Katsuki let out a growl, whirling around to glare at the offending appliance perched on the counter near the stove.

“That motherfucking machine trying to get in the way of my fucking time with my drop-dead gorgeous Deku, what the everloving fuckity fuck fuck—”

“Now, now, Kacchan, relax.” Izuku reached out to pat Katsuki’s head. “We should finish prepping the rest of the ingredients and make the curry.” he suggested.

Katsuki continued to glare daggers at the rice cooker before huffing out a sigh.

“Okay, fiiiiiiiiiine!” he barked out as he helped Izuku off of the counter.

As soon as Izuku’s feet touched the ground, Katsuki continued.

“We’ll finish making that curry. But remember, Deku,” he smacked Izuku’s ass, making him yelp, “there’ll be more of where that came from later tonight.” he said, his voice husky as he withdrew his hand and headed over to the rice cooker.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed red, silently pondering over what Katsuki might have in store for them later tonight as he watched Katsuki angrily pop the lid open, swearing at the rice cooker all the while.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk domestic au #part 1 #domestic fluff #two dorks being cute #i mean look at them being cute #kacchan teaching deku how to cook #kawaiikichi

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petri808 · 5 years ago

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A Witches Heart

Bakudeku fluffy Witch/Familiar gift fic for my demon hubby @diabl0o UwU

~ I wish I had more time and inspiration, but I hope you like it <3 ;)

For several hours something has been following him and it was getting on his nerves. It wasn’t human, nor animal, most likely a magical creature of some sort, but what kind, and why was it following him? “Who’s there?!” The young wizard Izuku Midoriya calls out into the dense forest. “I can sense your presence, so there is no point in hiding from me.” Nothing stirs. “Fine,” he sets his belongings down and takes a seat on a fallen log. “I’ll just wait here.”

Whatever it was moved around, circling Midoriya but never came all the way out into the clearing. This ‘thing’ was quiet, probably small, the wizard guessed, in order not to ruffle the leaves or brush. In fact, it was starting to remind him of a specific type of animal. Within an hour the presence had finally stopped in front of him, but just out of view. Oh well, when it was ready to come out it will.

Midoriya decides the day was growing late and began preparing a small campsite. He gathers wood, kindling, grabs his flint, and starts a fire. Then he takes a kill he’d made that morning out of his rucksack, just a decent sized hare, skinning and cleaning it. The presence shifts, maybe curious as to what the wizard was doing. That makes him grin, it was only a matter of time now.

With the rabbit roasting over the fire, Midoriya sits back down, sipping from his waterskin flask, glancing but never staring directly at where the presence had settled. “Are you hungry?” he talks out loud. “I have a little to share, if you are.” Still nothing stirs. The offer was made, and it was up to it to make the next move. “In the morning I’ll be moving on again, my home is a few more day’s journey from here.” It would have looked strange to be talking to air, but it was also kind of nice not to be completely alone. These expeditions to gather supplies were necessary but very lonely without a companion. Older wizards often had vassals to do the hard work, but he was young and had yet to make his way in this world.

He tests the rabbit after 30 minutes and the flesh was firm with no more juices running from the meat. It smelled great, a little charred at the edges, but nothing too burnt. “Mmmm,” he holds the stick up near his nose, “sure you don’t want any?” A slight rustle in the brush brings an uptick at the corners of Midoriya’s mouth. He breaks a couple of legs off, which sends even more juicier scents into the air. “Come on out, I won’t hurt ya.”

After a brief pause, the young wizard sees the bushes shake and slowly, a small canine walk’s out. Its nose is up, smelling the air, eyes look wary but curious. Midoriya tosses a leg close to it. “There ya go little fella,” he smiles at the animal. While he eats the rest of the rabbit, he watches it sniffs the meat cautiously, taking a tentative bite, before it goes about devouring the leg. “Wow,” Midoriya chuckles, “you must’a been hungry guy.” It only takes a couple minutes before only a leg bone is left. He tosses the second leg to the animal, but this time midway between them. “Eat up.” Again, the creature walks over, sniffs, then gobbles up the meat. In the meantime, Midoriya offers up one more leg and the innards to the animal while he finishes up his portion.

“Ahh, that was good,” he pat’s his stomach and leans back against the tree trunk. “Hopefully I keep finding easy prey like that and I won’t go hungry.”

The dog didn’t immediately bolt back into the forest after the meal, instead sitting down a few feet away on the other side of the fire just watching the wizard. It was hard to see the canine with only the flickering flames to illuminate it. But what he could see was a yellow, blondish colored dog, with a medium length coat, pointy ears, and blood red eyes. It was definitely on the smaller side, not much for a guard animal, but beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to a possible companion.

Still, why was it giving off a magical presence, and what was such a small dog doing in the middle of a big forest anyways? It was odd. Maybe it became lost from its original master? Midoriya pondered such thoughts as he readied his bedroll. “I’m going to get some sleep,” he tells the animal who hadn’t moved from its position. “If you’re still here in the morning, you’re welcome to keep following me.” The dog cocks it’s head as if were pondering its options. Interesting that it seemed to understand him. Well since it didn’t seem like the animal was any threat, with a few more pieces of wood added to the fire, Midoriya lies down and goes to sleep.

When he wakes up the next morning, the first thing he notices as soon as he opens his eyes, is that the dog had moved closer through the night and was just over an arms-length away to his side. So, he sits up slowly not wanting to startle the animal. “Good morning,” he smiles and yawns, “are you going to keep following me?” Of course, the animal doesn’t respond, but simply stares. “I should give you a name or something.” Midoriya taps his chin, “how about fluffy?” The animal lowers its ears and growls low. He chuckles, “ok not fluffy, hmm, maybe Kuma?” The dog tips his head. Is it thinking again, Midoriya wonders? After a few moments without being growled at, he assumes the name is acceptable. It didn’t quite fit right for a small dog, but it was just a name after all. “I’ll just call you Kuma for now.”

He packs up and heads off again through the forest. If memory served him right, there will be a river about a half days journey ahead where he can refresh his water supply and maybe catch some fish for dinner. Kuma simply follows behind a few feet, never coming close enough to where Midoriya could touch it, but by midday it was clear the animal had no intention of wandering off again. Well, at least he had a companion now. Sometimes he would talk out loud as they travelled, just so there was anything but the silence of the forest surrounding him. Kuma was quiet, never really barked or made any noises, though Midoriya knew it was somehow understanding everything he was saying to it.

Things went on like this for the next couple of days until they needed to cross another river. Unlike the previous one, this river was wide and faster moving, but luckily, an old wooden bridge spanned it. Midoriya tests the first couple of boards and it seemed sturdy enough, though the spaces between the slats were a bit wide. He turns and reaches out to Kuma, “maybe I should carry you over this.” Kuma growls and turns his nose, then bypasses Midoriya and begins to trot across on his own. So much for that idea, Midoriya just chuckles and follows behind.

Suddenly, as they reach the midway point, the board under Kuma cracks and gives way. Midoriya watches in horror as the dog falls, howling till it hits the water and goes under. “Kuma!” The drop had only been the length of two tall men, but for a small animal it must have been much more terrifying. The witch doesn’t hesitate, placing his belongings down and diving in after his companion.

He searches desperately, paying close attention to each time the dog’s head broke the surface of the water. Midoriya calls out to it to fight. “I’ll save you Kuma!” Swimming with the current, the witch dodges rocks and other debris. He was losing track of how far it was carrying him, but it didn’t matter. With every second he was gaining. “Gotcha!” he manages to grab the dog’s scruff and pulls it back above the surface before it went under again. He cradles it to his chest as they are swept a little further down river. One problem solved, the next was getting out of there. Midoriya scans and sees a fallen tree that is laying half way into the water. Perfect! Timing it, he grabs hold of a branch. The force of the water funneling around the tree was strong, but he manages to haul them both onto the trunk portion.

As soon as he crawls onto solid ground. “That… was close…” Midoriya flops onto his back, panting from both exhaustion and the adrenaline rush. It was only at that point that something peculiar registered on the witch. This dog was a lot heavier than it looked, a lot heavier, as in three times what he though it should be. “Are you okay,” he asks Kuma. The dog had crawled off, shaken out it’s fur and sat right beside him. It tips its head and nods. Midoriya blinks, it nodded?! Do dogs nod?!

The witch sits up, “I’m confused on what you are Kuma. You give off magic, you understand what I’m saying, and your weight makes no sense for a small dog. Where did you come from? Did you get lost or run away from a master? Are you here to get something out of me? I don’t mind you tagging along, but it would be really nice to know what I’m dealing with.” Kuma rolls its eyes. “Did you just…”

“You’re nicer than my last witch master, but sometimes you talk too much.”

Midoriya’s jaw drops and he stumbles to his feet. “Y-You can talk!”

“Yeah.”

Before the witch can do anything more, Kuma shapeshifts into a wolf, a bear, a leopard, then finally into a human, albeit a naked one, while he just gawks the whole time. As Midoriya covers his eyes, Kuma gives a bellowing laugh, “Such a pansy of a witch! But a brave one. For saving my life I will tell you what you ask. My name is Bakugou Katsuki and I am a shapeshifter.”

“H-Here,” A blushing Midoriya shrugs off his coat and holds it up. “Please cover up.”

Again, Katsuki laughs but obliges. “I’m just gonna shapeshift again, it’s easier to travel as an animal.”

“That’s fine. I-I just, i-it’s…”

“I get it. You can open your eyes now.”

When Midoriya peaks out, Katsuki had settled in a cross-legged position. He breathes out a sigh of relief and opens his eyes. The shapeshifter was very handsome in his human form, but this wasn’t the time to be gushing about such things. Wait a minute! “If you’re a shapeshifter, why didn’t you just change into, I don’t know, a fish or something to save yourself?!”

“Because you jumped in after me!” Katsuki crosses his arms, “I hadn’t planned on revealing myself yet, so yeah, if you hadn’t come after me, I would have done just that.”

“Oh.” That made some sense. “Hey, um, we should find our way back to the bridge before someone steals my things.” He stands up, ready to trek back along the river, when Katsuki places a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I just wanted to say thanks for what you did. When I saw you, I had a feeling you wouldn’t be like a lot of the witches I’ve met and I was right, you still have a heart.”

“Um, thanks…. I think.”

“What I’m trying to say is, I’d like to be your Familiar if you’ll have me.”

The young witch has never had a Familiar of his own before. A wide, beaming smile blooms on his face. He hugs the man, “I’d really like that!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, and after a second pushes Midoriya off, “I ain’t really the touchy-feely type.”

Midoriya swore the shapeshifter was blushing too but doesn’t say anything. “S-Sure, I understand. So, shall we get moving? If we hurry, we can get my stuff and make camp before dark.”

Katsuki nods and shape shifts into small dragon. “Get on, this’ll be faster.”

“Wow!”

#bakudeku #bakudeku drabble #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #witch familiar au #bnha #bnha fan fic #bakugou #midoriya #bakugou x midoriya #gift fic

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jackielikestea · 6 years ago

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The villain I appear to be (A kiribaku fic)

The villain I appear to be

Summary: Inspired by Diamond Jack and the game series Sly Cooper.

Sometimes when I

Wanna run away and hide

When there's no one on my side

And all my pride had disappear

I take it off my mind

And leave it all behind

Nothin' left to do but

Try to take the leap and follow through

And that's exactly what I'll do

I watch carefully over the crowd as I walk glasses of wine to the table I was “severing” as Todoroki spoke softly in my ear piece.

“Remember, Bakugou we only get one shot at this. Iida ran the numbers again you only have a hour and a half to collect the diamond and get out of there.”

I tilt my head down and moving my lips as little as possible a whisper into the mouth piece.

“I know half n’ half, in fact.” My eyes lock onto the elder man who I knew after running over the guest list and researching the Plaza with Iida, was the owner.

“I just made eyes on my way in. Be ready with that helicopter.”

“I’m the get away driver, so you saying that is redundant, as is me telling you to be careful. If you’re not we’ll be forced to send Izuku in.” IcyHot ended our connection, threat though clear in his voice, he didn’t want things too get crazy.

I set the severing tray down at the table and quickly gave the two girls that were dinning my most charming smirk as I give them their glasses.

“I’ll be right back to take your order.” I promise them both not keeping my attention on either one of them for two long.

I act like I was going to walk back to the kitchens, but turn quickly as soon as another blond waiter walks by me and quickly follow where the owner had slipped down the hallway with his “guest.”

A young woman probably half his age if not more. She had been seen recently at a ballet and at a grand opening of a museum with him, so I have a pretty safe bet of where he’s taking her.

I watch behind shadows as the two talk quietly in front of one of the archways to another room, one that said it displays some of the world’s most precious treasures.

There’s only one entrance which is currently being blocked by money bags and his date, so I’ll have to find another way to get in. As I consider my options I notice a security officer quickly walking up to the owner and grabbing his and his date’s attention. Well beggars can’t be choosers.

I use this distraction to sneak my way into the room and from there it’s easy. A quick and small explosion underneath the display of the world’s rarest diamond; and the only security system that Iida couldn’t hack into, and disable is gone, leaving me to open the display and grab the rock, slipping it into my tuxedo jacket, and then quickly rush out of the room while everyone else was distracted.

“Ground Zero, have you got what you came for? Cause we have a situation.” Iida asked over the head set.

“Who do you take me for, of course I got it, and what have you nerds done now!? Don’t tell me you don’t have me a ride?” I hissed into the mic as I walked into the kitchen fully prepared to grab a severing tray and walk out. Just like we planed.

“Kirihsima Eijiro better known as Red Riot, is on the premise. It would seem if someone has tipped him off. He’s outside the building, with at least a dozen cops.”

“Shit.” Tall, strong, and handsome wasn’t in the plan tonight. Before I could actually respond to Glasses, the alarms went off over head.

“I guess they just found the empty display case. I’ll take care of this.” I told him as I picked up a severing tray.

“No Bakugou! We need to discuss this properly! What if we need to send Midoriya in after you?!” Iida yelled and I could just imagine him being all 90 degree angles.

“Don’t. I’ve got this.” I promise him before turning down the head piece so I couldn’t hear him yelling.

I walk back into the dinning room holding a severing tray up shoulder length. Now I just need to set it down and make it out the door as casually as possible. No one will look twice at a waiter getting off his shift. I kept my eyes focus toward the door, which is why I saw him before he saw me.

Kirishima rushed right by me headed toward the kitchens, before slowing down and turning to look at me. I turned my head to follow him, so now we were now staring at each other. His eyes trace down my body before coming back up to my face as if to check and see if I was really me.

I smirk once his eyes finally met mine, before dropping the tray I was holding and sprinting toward the door.

“Shit! Bakugou?!?” I heard him yell as he began to chase me.

I use my quirk to help me move faster through the halls, and it also provided some cover so that I could lose Kirishima. Since I was on the second story of the building I knew that the police had probably blocked off the bottom of the stairwell and all the exits. As I blast my way down the hall my eyes lock on a window. Perfect.

I used my quirk to keep the glass from cutting me as I jump through the window and another to boost my distance. I look down below me seeing the police outside the Plaza and Red Riot out there with them.

“Get hard, Shitty Hair!” I yell as I come down, my foot landing on Kirishima head which he had harden just in time. I push off it, and tuck and roll forward, pushing my body up and exploding my way forward, ducking and dodging my way around cops and a handsome hero’s hands.

I heard the gun discharge before I notice the officer who pulled it and shot a explosion toward the asshole who took the shot. Through it I could hear Kirishima yell at the officer that I was suppose to be taken in for questioning. I use this unplanned distraction as a way to lose them as I slipped into a casino.

I hid behind some of the machines as Kirishima and the officers rush in. I watch as Kirisihima looks around, before saying something to the other officers who disperse and went further into the casino. Kirishima walks down the aisle where I was hiding behind the slot machines. I slip out from behind them and made my way further in the casino. My eyes find this little old lady playing the slots so I walk beside the machine and hit it, hearing the siren go off announcing that there was a winner. I hope that would draw a crowd and hopefully keep the police busy.

As I took the diamond out to make sure it was still unharmed some guy bumped into my back making me fumble with it until I had to go over a unused blackjack table to catch it. Only to land in front of five cops all staring at me.

I smirk at them as I grab the red currant hanging next to me, and throwing them in front of me as I jump onto the ledge outside the widow.

I ran quickly realizing that I couldn’t use my quirk without severely damaging the ledge or sending my self off of it. I turn the corner of the building, running as hard as I could before jumping onto the building’s sign and onto a lower ledge.

My eyes widen as a helicopter round the corner of the building where I was standing with Kirishima hanging out of it with a megaphone.

“Give me the diamond Bakugou!” The gel in his red hair seem to be losing its hold as stay pieces blew around his face.

I smirk as I held up the diamond in question. “You know I usually have to take guys to dinner before they ask me for a diamond, but for you I’ll make an exception.”

Even though it was dark I could tell that Kirishima’s cheeks had darken just like they had high school.

“Bakugou, please. Just give me the diamond, and come with me. Let’s talk about this.” He pleaded as he held out his hand for me to put the diamond in.

I almost hated how even now Kirishima just asking something of me made me want to do it. I guess maybe I hadn’t change that much either since high school.

I reached my hand out holding the diamond and let Kirishima place his hand on it, just as his palm touched it I quickly covered it with my other hand and used his arm to swing and land on a balcony between two buildings.

“Damn it Bakugou!” I heard him yell as I ran farther down. I saw a teenage get into a old pickup truck and I quickly jumped down between the two walls and landed in the tailgate, just as it started to drive off.

I waited a good ten minutes before looking up to see which way I was headed, when I realized I was out of the city and was on a bridge. I stood up and leaped off the back of the truck using my quirk to keep me from coming down as hard. I begin to walk further down the bridge.

“Todoroki, you there?” I ask into my mic which by some miracle stayed on.

“Been here the whole time, did you manage to get Red’s number or are you waiting to be detained first?”

“I want you to remember this conversation the next time you and Deku are in the field together and I’m the one safely tucked away, making smart ass comments.”

“Noted, I have a lock on your location and I’m headed there now, anything else you wanna add?”

I take the diamond out of my jacket and pull hard at the face of it so that it would pop off. Hearing the clicking nose it made my eyes lock onto the bomb that was counting down in this hollow out toy.

“Yeah, anyway you could be here in less than ten minutes?” I asked as I watched the red numbers count itself down. I pulled the bomb free holding it in my hand.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” A voice yelled out.

My senses were flooded as blue and red lights came over the bridge and surround me. Kirishima and probably half the police force stepped out.

“You should have just come with me.” Kirishima said as he walks toward me.

“And risk missing seeing your pretty face under the pale moonlight? Never.” I watch as Kirishima harden his body and it really shouldn’t be as attractive as it was.

I move quick to dodge the officers that rush toward me as I made my way to the other side of the bridge. I didn’t need to set off any explosions with the bomb being out of its “case” so I put it in my jacket pocket, trading it out for its now hollow casing.

Kirishima grabbed my arm straightening it toward the sky and I notice then he has quirk canceling handcuffs in his other hand. I stuck my hand that has the diamond in it over the side of the bridge.

“Let me go or I drop it.” I said to him.

“If you drop it I’ll be force to cuff you and take you in.” He threaten not lowering the cuffs.

I didn’t have time for this. Technically none of us did and if I was right I could faintly hear the sound of a approaching chopper.

“If I drop it will be lost forever, and you’ll have one less vigilant on the street, but be down a priceless artifact. Which do you think the city would rather have?” I asked.

Crimson eyes glared into mine. I knew this was a gamble, but I need Kirishima to let me go and back away. After a moment Kirishima sighs, released my arm, and backed away, the rest of the officers following his lead.

I kept my eyes hard until they were far enough away, then gave Kirishima a small smile as I toss the diamond to him, before taking a running leap toward them using a small explosion to help me over them.

I jump up onto one of the eighteen wheelers use for the road block and onto the top, grabbing the rope hanging off the side of the helicopter.

Todoroki flew up to the tallest beam of the bridge and I quickly jumped off running to the other side of it and throwing the bomb as hard as I could. Watching as it got a good distance away before exploding over the water.

I glance down at the officers in blue, but my eyes lock onto the only red dot among them. While everyone else was staring where the bomb exploded, Kirishima was looking up at me.

“Alright, that’s enough heart eyes for one night. Blow him a kiss Katsuki and let’s go.” Todoroki said.

“Get fucked. I’m going to remember all of this next time Deku decides to wear leggings casually around the safe house.” I promise him as I walk over to the rope and grabbing on.

I hear IcyHot huff as I start to climb up the rope. “At least my crush doesn’t try to arrest me every time we met.”

I pull myself into the copper and take the seat next to him. I took off my headset and jacket before looking at him.

“Right which is why it’s so pathetic that you two don’t just go on a date already.” I tell him blandly.

The temperature drops dramatically and I couldn’t help but smirk knowing that I could get under his skin so easily.

“Just for that. I’m telling Iida that you gave Kirisihima the casing for the bomb.”

“Go ahead.” I reply putting my hands behind my head. “I remove the bomb from the Plaza, in my opinion our work is done. It’s up to the cops to find out why it was there in the first place.”

I could hear Todoroki sighing not wanting to explain why it was in fact important that we know and I’m sure Iida will tell me anyways. I decide to let my eyes drift close as thoughts of red hair, crimson eyes, and a smile that looked like sunshine filled my head.

Movin' along, no I won't settle down

I don't have the time to tell you

Why I do the things that I do

Just please hold on and soon you'll see

That I'm not the villain I appear to be

Movin' along, no I won't settle down

Until I'm locked behind bars or I'm kicked outta town

So you can keep on a runnin' around and around

But you will never quite catch up to me!

And I know you think I'm crazy

But I hope that maybe

Now you'll see why

I had to try!

Author’s note: I really hope you guys enjoyed this. I really enjoyed writing it! I recently watched Diamond Jack and it reminded me of the game Sly Copper I use to play as a kid and I started to see how the vigilante in Diamond Jack moved like Bakugou. And the fic was born. Let me know if you would like to see another I have a few more ideas not only with kiribaku but with Tododeku as well.

Hope y’all have a great rest of the day.

#bhna #my hero academia #diamond jack #kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugou #kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #todoroki shouto #tododeku #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #deku midoriya #sly cooper inspired #jackiewritesafic

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