#KATSUKIS BLOOD IS LITERALLY IN THE SAME PLACE AS IZUKUS SCAR

[bicheetopuff]

Hori, we’re fighting.

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)

pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou

warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima

part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO

MEZO SHOJI 

(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)

he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask

at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric

“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”

could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?

but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?

shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction

but your reaction was... completely unexpected

"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??" 

did he just hear you correctly?

did you just-- call him beautiful?

and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.

his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks

pls keep him 🥺

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days. 

and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks

and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life

because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful? 

he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!

A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?

he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself 

why did you think he was beautiful? how?

but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope

and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too

and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.

HANTA SERO

this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition

but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.

he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki

when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,

until he did.

when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely

before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing

lol sero chokes on his water

“...did you really mean that?” 

“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”

“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”

for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful

and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕

WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them

most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite

his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through

but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺

when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow

this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you

it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest

you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his

izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again

“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”

he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”

SHOTO TODOROKI

you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together

it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew

your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training

“shoto, can i ask you a question?”

he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳

“sure.”

you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”

he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion

you wanted to touch his scar?

shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him

“...i suppose so,”

you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar

a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone

shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar

to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours 

you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed

you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU 

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day

he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart

for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk

it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much

and that... that made him upset

but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him

and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight

“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”

great, now he was crying.

at least no one else was around to see him this weak-

“kirishima?”

oh shit.

he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly 

“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.

eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands. 

you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”

kirishima looked up. “really?”

“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”

kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so. 

DENKI KAMINARI

“good job, bakugo!” 

“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”

“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”

“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”

but i...

i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-

i’m so weak.

denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes

he had done so much, and what did he get in return?

all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see

did anyone even want to see him?

“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”

“good job, kaminari!”

he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air

“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”

denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.

your quirk is so cool!

“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy

“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.” 

he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”

but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...

“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”

hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face

“get yourself together..”

“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”

your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”

normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone

your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area. 

“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”

shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?

“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”

he doesn’t tell you this, but-

ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it. 

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[kat-katsuki]

Sunflower and White Rose | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Part 1

Fantasy AU

Genre: Drama

Masterlist

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WC: 2.4k

The northern tribe of the dragon riders had a tradition. Every year, the tribe holds a fire festival, also known as the coming-of-age festival, to celebrate those step foot into adulthood. All the 16 year olds will gather around the bon fire to dance with their partners. It is said that lovers who dance together will be blessed by the fire god, and their love will last for all their lifetimes to come.

Bakugou Katsuki was prince of the tribe, and the bravest, most skilled dragon rider of their generation. He is the dream man of almost all the young ladies in the tribe. This year, he was to come of age. The young fifteen and fourteen year olds cried to their parents, asking why they weren’t born a year or two earlier.

Little did they know the young prince already had his eyes on someone. You.

You were quite the black sheep of the tribe. The tribe was full of dragon shapeshifters and riders. Your people were known for bravery and freedom. Children were taught at a young age how to soar through the sky, whether it be on their own wings, or riding a winged one. You, on the other hand, were terrified of heights.

You were often made fun of by your peers. Even Bakugou himself had once made fun of you for being a coward when the two of you were just children.

However, you had the kindest soul the world has to offer. Even though you were the laughingstock of your generation, you never got mad or embarrassed. You simply smiled and treated everyone with respect. You weren’t jealous of those who soared the sky. Instead you focused on the wonders the earth had to offer.

Because you were neither a rider nor a shapeshifter, you made good friends with Midoriya Izuku, the young outsider who lived a few miles outside the tribe. He and his mother had moved here when he was very little. Although the tribe had a reputation for being savages and fearful of outsiders, the dragon tribe was actually very welcoming. Bakugou’s mother made friends with Midoriya’s mother almost immediately, and Midoriya was raised alongside of the youngsters of the tribe. However, because Bakugou often made fun of Midoriya for being scrawny and weak, Midoriya had few friends in the village. Midoriya’s mother was a healer, so Midoriya too, studied medicine.

You were always fascinated by herbs and flowers, so you often went to Midoriya’s house to learn from them. When you weren’t at their house, you often laid in the flowerbed, enjoying the scent of nature.

How Bakugou fell for you was an accident, literally. He and Kirishima, his dragon, were soaring through the skies, practicing the new tricks they’ve learned, and that was when the accident happened. Bakugou lost balance, and accidentally steered Kirishima into a large boulder on the top of the mountain, and the two fell right onto the flowerbed you were laying on. Thousands of flowers were crushed under the large red dragon, petals and pollen scattered into the sky and then falling down like rain.

You stood in the sea of flowers, wide eyed. The prince had fallen. The best rider of the tribe had fallen. You quickly rushed over to the fallen prince and his dragon. Kirishima was protected by his strong and sturdy scales, so he only ended up with scratch wounds and maybe a concussion. Bakugou, on the other hand, broke his left arm.

When Bakugou saw you his eyes widened with horror as his face turned into a deep shade of crimson. Someone had saw him fall out of the sky. Of all people to see him embarrass himself, it was you, the loser of the tribe. “Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about this! Or else I’ll kill you!” he threatened you.

“O-Okay!” You nodded timidly. “B-But your arm is broken. It needs to get treated immediately or-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DON’T NEED HELP FROM A FUCKING FAILURE!” He slapped your hand away.

“Katsuki that’s not very nice. She’s just trying to help!” Kirishima said when he transformed back into his human form. Despite his insults, you didn’t hesitate to help him and Kirishima to a small cave far away from the village, where they can rest and heal in peace. Normally, when dragons or riders get injured, they’d call a shaman to do a few chants, and let the gods heal their wound. Herbs and medicine are foreign practices that were not used in the tribe, so when you brought the medicine you had made for the prince and his dragon, he refused to let you put it on him.

Kirishima, on the other hand, was very open to these foreign stuff. He let you put your homemade creams on his scrape wounds to stop the bleeding. “Oh man this feels so good! Katsuki you gotta try it!”

After a lot of persuading, Bakugou finally let you put some medicine on his scrape wounds. The cream stung at first, but after the stinging sensation was over, it left a cool feeling on his skin that soothed the pain. Bakugou couldn’t help but notice how the wounds healed much faster with the strange green plant juice you put on him than the chants of the shaman. Eventually, he let you wrap his arm to a stick, which you said will help his arm heal.

You tore the cloth to your dress, shortening it to barely over your butt. You gently raised his broken left arm, placed two straight logs to either side of his arm, and wrapped the cloth around them. Only then did Bakugou finally take a closer look at you for the first time in his entire life. For a failure, you were breathtakingly beautiful. Your (e/c) orbs seemed to sparkle under the moonlight, and from your (h/c) hair, he could smell a faint scent of flowers.

Every day you’d come back with food, water, and medicine. While Kirishima’s wounds were healed a long time ago, he waited with Bakugou for his arm to recover. Before Bakugou knew it, he began looking forward to seeing you everyday.

You almost always had cuts and bruises on you somewhere. Bakugou knew exactly how you got those. Ever since you were a kid you were always bullied by the other children in the village. You and Midoriya were always the targets of their rock throwing and sharp shooting practices. Although Bakugou never bothered to join in, he used to always scoff at your miserable state. Now, seeing those dark purple patches over your skin, he could only feel his blood boil. “Who did it?” he’d ask, but you would only show him that annoyingly goofy smile of yours, telling him that you fell, when you clearly didn’t.

He didn’t know why he felt a strange disappointment inside him when you told him he was fully healed. “You can go back now,” you said.

“Alright! Now we can go flying again!” Kirishima cheered.

Bakugou stared at his left arm, now good as new. Your medicine worked miracles. He couldn’t even find a single scar on his body. You left before he could tell you ‘thank you.’ Just like that, he and Kirishima went back to the village. The moment they arrived, they were surrounded by their friends and family, asking them where they’ve been the past few weeks. It was then that he realized he never once thanked you for saving him and keeping his secret.

Since then he’s had his eyes on you. Every time he spotted you in the crowd his eyes would follow wherever you went. Whenever he went flying with Kirishima, they’d always fly over the same flowerbed to see if you were there.

Kirishima quickly caught onto the feelings of the young prince. Whenever they saw you at the flowerbed, Kirishima would lie that he’s tired and needs a rest. He’d land at the flowerbed just so Bakugou could be with you. However, despite Kirishima’s efforts, Bakugou never seem to know what to say to you. He’d try to ask what you were up to, but the words that came out of his mouth were, “Hey coward, here sniffing flowers again?”

You’d always give him the same goofy, and slightly timid smile with your signature, “Ehehe” chuckle. Kirishima would nudge Bakugou and tell him to go talk to you, but Bakugou just sat there watching you pick herbs, refusing to utter another word to you because he knew nothing good will ever come out of his mouth.

He always sees you bringing home injured little animals: birds, squirrels, rabbits, fawns. Instead of eating them like what the other people in your tribe would do, you treated their wounds and released them back into the wild. You were just so weird, weirder than that outsider Midoriya. But for some reason Bakugou can’t get his mind off of you.

Finally, it was the awaited day before the fire festival. On this day, all the sixteen year olds of the tribe will be participating in the flower exchange event. Flower exchange is the special event held the day before the fire festival for the new adults to find partners. It is also the traditional day where the young adults declare their love for one another. Of course, it is common for some people who don’t have a love interest in mind to partner up as friends, and for some people to wait for their younger significant other to turn sixteen before choosing a partner. However, for most sixteen year olds, this is the most important day of their life.

Bakugou had already planned everything out in his head. He’s going to ask you to be his partner. He practiced day and night so that he won’t accidentally call you harsh names. He swore that this would be the one day where he won’t say anything mean to you. He’ll tell you how he feels, and ask you to be his partner, his lover, the one who would forever be with him for their many lifetimes to come.

He had your favorite flower in his hand, a ghost of a smile on his face. He had watched you pick flowers for months. He had noticed how your eyes would always soften, and your lips would always curve upward when you saw this particular flower. The white rose.

Everyone else were holding such vibrant colors in their hand, red being the most common. Red roses, red salvia, tulips, violets, peonies, buttercups, you name it. He had always wondered why you were so obsessed with this plain looking flower. Your taste in flower was just as unique as your fear of heights.

Flower exchange was held at the center of the village. Every year the entire village would come to watch the youngsters exchange flowers. It can easily be deemed the most important event of the year. A swarm of girls and boys ran up to Bakugou, asking to exchange flowers with him. “FUCK OFF EXTRAS!” Bakugou growled at them as he violently searched for your silhouette in the crowd. Weird… He knew for a fact you turned sixteen this year. Heck he even saw the shitty Deku, who was invited by Mitsuki to join the tradition. He held a sunflower in his hand, and stood at the corner looking almost uncomfortable to be there. His face was a dark shade of crimson, and his legs trembled.

“Pfft! Sunflower? Who brings a sunflower to flower exchange?” Bakugou could hear a few people laugh at the young green haired teenager, and he just scoffed in agreement.

Kirishima had exchanged flowers with his childhood friend, Ashido Mina. You were still nowhere to be found.

Soon, most of the new adults were already partnered up, clearing the area. “Prince, will you be my partner?” girls kept swarming around him, and he had to push past them to find the familiar (h/c) silhouette.

That was when he saw you.

He expected you to stand there awkwardly. He expected you to be without a partner.

He didn’t expect you to show up without a flower.

You stood there kicking the pebble by your feet, a hint of sadness in the depth of your eyes. “(Y/N)-chan where’s your flower?” Mitsuki asked.

“Ehehe~” you smiled at the wife of the chief and scratched the back of your head almost guiltily. “I forgot about that.”

“Bet she knows that no one’s going to partner with her, so she just didn’t bring one,” someone laughed.

The smile never left your face, but Bakugou had a strong urge to punch them in the face. What was he going to do now? Exchange of flower symbolizes exchange of love. Did you not bring any flower because you had no love to give? Or was it true that you just forgot?

Whatever. None of that matters. He was going to give his flower to you no matter what. “(Y-”

“(Y/N)-chan. If you don’t have a flower, I’ll give you mine!” Midoriya stepped in front of you and held out his sunflower to you, pink dusting over his freckled cheeks. Bakugou froze, wide eyed.

“Izuku what about you? Aren’t you going to exchange flowers with someone?” you asked your friend.

“Well, it’s not like someone is going to partner with an outsider like me for something as important as the fire festival. This is such an important tradition to your culture, you should take it,” Midoriya placed the sunflower in your hand. “In fact I was….actually going to give it to you in the first place….”

“Psh! Outsider and loser, how fitting.”

Mitsuki shot a glare at whoever uttered those words.

You just smiled at Midoriya, and asked, “Then you wanna be partners for the fire festival?”

The white rose fell from Bakugou’s hand. At that moment it was as if the sky came crashing down on him, weighing over his shoulders, pinning him to the ground. He was the prince, the next king of the dragon tribe, yet the only person he has ever loved, asked someone else to be her partner. The people around them dove to the ground fighting for the rose that fell. Almost in an instant, the poor flower was torn to shreds, just like his heart.

He ran.

He could only run. He had to get away before he puked on site. Why…? Why? Why?! WHY?!! Why the shitty Deku?!

The necklaces clattered, and the cape on his back fluttered with the wind. His teeth were clenched and his sharp nails dug into his palm. He was furious at you, furious at Deku, but most of all he was furious at himself. Why didn’t he go up to you before Deku? Why did he run away without even attempting to ask you. He always called you a coward, but he was the true coward.

PART 2 | PART 3 |  PART 4

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[todourouki]

Some Chick Like You (2) | Bakugou

a requested one shot | part one

✰ the people asked, and I delivered (: thank you so much to the anon that requested part two— here you go <3 also isn’t the anon asked thing cute? Should I keep doing it? Omg idk lmaoooo but yea enjoy!

✰ SUMMARY the one where you don’t really know what to do with yourself when you find your friend kissing your neck on top of you in nothing but pure desire— especially if he’s one of your boyfriend’s biggest rivals.

PAIRING Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader & Angry-Boy!Izuku

WORD COUNT 2.1k

WARNINGS explicit language, a little bit of physical shit, angst (I’m so sorry bby Izuku), and fluff bc I’m a weak bitch no I don’t take constructive criticism!

You weren’t sure what it was about Bakugou’s lips that captivated you so much, but even with the brainwashingly sinful way his lips moved against yours, the knock on the door brought you back to your senses.

As if on queue, you pushed his body away from yours as you panted roughly and searched for some source of air in the room. You watched his face flush, eyes narrow as a smirk began to lift onto his once soft features.

Somehow through the turmoil, his fingers itched into your folds, squeezing all of what was in you out and now silking across his thick, long fingers. You almost passed out when you saw him suck his fingers and slip them out your mouth with a pop.

“Next time,” he stood up, hovering over your body for a second to grip your chin roughly with his wet fingers in a way that made you gasp, “you’ll clean my fingers for me.”

Without a second glance, you watched his muscular body push your head back and walk towards the door across the couch you were currently resting in. You took this as a sign to gather yourself up a bit, your cheeks still flushed from the intimate acts done moments ago.

With a quick adjustment of both your bra and t-shirt, you heard him open the door and immediately watched as his back tensed up. Without even getting a chance to ask who it was, the voice you heard made your heart fall to the ground and practically explode.

“Hello Kacchan, is Y/N here?” You didn’t miss the malice behind the word Kacchan, the way your boyfriend said both of your names as if there was venom laced within each letter.

You sat up, gulping as you watched a scarred hand plant itself against the door and push an awestruck Bakugou to the side.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice that once rang with such excitement said in the driest tone you had ever heard, and you found yourself gripping onto the couch with white knuckles to keep yourself from exposing what had just happened, “I didn’t expect to find you here. I’ve been calling you for a while.”

“Yea,” you struggled to say, the air leaving your lungs as you fell under his harsh stare, “I was just h-here with Bakugou to get some advice.”

Izuku’s voice never scared you. He never raised his voice at you, never spoke with an attitude or with a scowl, never called you by your first name even. Yet watching as his eyebrows drew forward and watched you plainly made your own eyes gloss over in fear.

“I-” you picked your phone up from the floor, seeing that a phone call was still ongoing and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I didn’t get a call—”

Your voice froze as you unlocked your phone and watched the time frame continue on. Forty-five minutes. You had been on the phone with Izuku for forty five fucking minutes.

Your throat got dry, breath hallowing in a way that made you feel as if the room had started spinning and stopped over and over again. The seconds continued, mocking your horrified glare as your lip began to quiver.

There was no way Izuku didn’t hear anything— he had to have heard everything. There was no way you could escape this, even with the fact that he has your location on and probably stormed over here as soon as he heard you lewdly moan Bakugou’s name.

Oh god, he heard you beg Bakugou to fuck you. Your boyfriend of two years heard you beg another man to fuck you harder than he ever has.

You couldn’t stop the single tear from falling down your eyes, the guilt and shock stopping you from being able to thoroughly respond to anything being said.

You eyes snapped up at him, watching the freckle-faced boy glare at you as if you were the scum on the bottom of his shoes. Nobody said anything, both you and Bakugou avoiding each other’s faces as you watched Izuku take a step closer towards you and toss a bouquet of flowers on your lap.

“The worst decision I ever made in my life was consider you to be someone I loved.” He snarled, the flowers seeming to have been destroyed in anger as you glanced over at them. A cry left your lips, shoving the flowers off your lap and quickly standing up in fear of him walking out.

“Izuku please, I-I..” You couldn’t find any words to explain yourself, and the hickey on your neck only showing more as you motioned your way towards him to grab his hand.

The minute he saw it, his body erupted with lightening as he zoomed forward and gripped your neck into the wall. Izuku wasn’t thinking straight, the anger fogging his mind as he snapped your neck towards the side to watch the hickey in disgust.

“Please what, Y/N?” He yelled, his soft voice turning into one of anger as his voice cracked in the midst of his words.

You could see the tears pooling at his eyelashes. Your heart was broken. You never wanted to hurt him, if anyone deserved to be okay and not be hurt and just be happy, it was Izuku Midoriya. The words you wanted to hush his tears with refused to come out as instead a whimper did at the way his hands gripped your neck.

You watched Bakugou from the corner of your eye tense up at the position, taking cautious steps over to the boy with his hands in fists. The bright flash of yellow-orange made you realize he was beginning to get angry and that just frustrated you more than your lightheaded brain already was.

“Deku, let go—” Bakugou began to warn him, his body inching closer until Midoriya’s hand slammed into the wall next to you.

A hole was dangerously carved next to your head and a breathless sob left your lips. The air of the punch repeated next to your ear and you could still feel the intensity of both of their eyes as your head began to lose consciousness. You weren’t even mad at him, how could you be.

“Get the fuck away from me, Bakugou!” Midoriya yelled, making Bakugou raise an eyebrow unamused and place his intently hot hand on top of the one gripping your neck into the wall.

“I said let go of her.” Katsuki now spoke with more authority, the hand now gripping onto Izuku’s letting smoke rise from the crevices and you realized he was literally burning Izuku’s hand.

You wanted to yell and tell him to stop— just get them both to stop but the words couldn’t leave your throat. Nothing could once your body dropped down to your knees the minute Midoriya let you go harshly and faced the unphased blond across from you.

“Why the fuck were your filthy hands on her?!” Izuku yelled, the lightning around his body becoming more and more visible and green in a way that made the hair on the back of your neck stand.

Bakugou was still unphased.

“Maybe if you fucked your girlfriend right, I wouldn’t have had to.” The hothead’s voice was smug, and you gasped the minute you heard Izuku yell and pull his hands into electrifying fists.

“You two fucked?! That’s what I heard?!” He exclaimed, your body gripping the coffee stand next to you as you regained balance and made your way back to a standing position.

“No,” Bakugou scolded, a smirk then raising up to his lips as his gripped hand then opened and errupting in small cracklings noises to showcase his disguised anger, “but I would have if you didn’t come inter—”

It was like slow motion, and you weren’t fast enough to stop it from happening. Before you could react, Izuku’s hard fist slammed into Bakugou’s cheek in a way that threw his head over to the side. You yelled for him to stop, grabbing his arm back to try to deescalate the situation, yet Izuku’s hand shrugged out of your grasp.

“Get your fucking hand off me, please.” Izuku threatened, making you release his hands and lift yours up to signal you were backing up.

Bakugou spit onto his floor, a visible cut beginning to exude blood from the bottom of his eye to his jawline. You felt a pang in your chest, ignoring it as you turned your attention back to Izuku. He only avoided your gaze, tears still running down his face as his breath only wavered more and more.

“You know, it fucking shocks me.” Bakugou begins, spitting again as some blood slipped through his lips and now into a puddle on the ground. Izuku said nothing, glaring at him with his fists ready to strike again.

Slowly, Bakugou turned his head towards Midoriya again, his red eyes visibly growing in fury as he clenched his jaw with that same smug smirk as before that got him punched in the first place.

“It just shocks me that Y/N would be with someone like you, Deku.” The minute the nickname slipped off his lips, he spat onto the ground in disgust as the smirk returned once again.

You winced are his words, watching the situation with a certain guilty pain in your chest. Why am I enjoying the fact that they’re fighting over me? What is my fucking problem?

“You don’t take care of her, that’s something that she fucking needs.” His words were rough, the anger he once learned how to resolve returning again.

You hadn’t heard Bakugou yell the way he did in high school and in the beginning of his career in years, and the return of it made your eyes widen. This wasn’t getting any better and that worried you.

“I do take care—” “Oh shut the fuck up Deku, if she didn’t she wouldn’t be here with me. I planned on taking care of her the way someone like her deserves.”

Bakugou’s voice rang through your head, a gleam in his eye as he glanced at you quickly and turned back towards the shaking boy in front of him.

Izuku stood quiet, his anger seething through his chest as he surprised you by unclenching his fists. He said nothing, walking over to the counter that held his phone and freezing when his back faced to two of you.

“Your things will be packed away in whatever bags I find and will be sent back to your apartment. Don’t bother coming back, the locks will probably already be changed.”

“Also, I’m sorry about your neck. I’d never do anything to hurt you in that way, and I wasn’t thinking.”

More tears streamed down your face as you wanted to beg for him to stop. His words mocked you, the pain in your chest growing with guilt. You knew that what you did was wrong, and you knew he would never forgive you for this. How could he? He literally sat through 45 minutes of you moaning another man’s name. There was no way of changing his mind and you knew that.

You watched as he slammed Bakugou’s door open, pausing as if he was going to say something else the way he had before but simply slamming it shut again and disappearing into the hall.

A strangled cry left your lips, your hands reaching towards your neck to feel at the bruise you knew was growing. Bakugou fled towards you, softly questioning you to see if you were okay and dragging you away from the holed-up wall and to the sink in his large bathroom.

All while his hands attended to the bruise on your neck with a wet cloth, your eyes trailed over the dry blood on his cheek. His words rang through your head, repeating as you somehow managed to get Midoriya’s crying eyes out from your conscious.

‘I planned on taking care of her the way someone like her deserves.’ ‘Maybe if you fucked your girlfriend right, I wouldn’t have had to.’

You gulped, eyes meeting his red ones as you watched the tips of his ears redden and the same scowl he loved to wear ran across his bruised face one again. As you watched him, soon switching positions to attend to the blood on his cheek, your brain raced all over the place yet always came down to the same thought you desperately wanted to push away.

Even after being caught with Bakugou, you didn’t regret it once. Not when you realized Midoriya heard, not when he gripped your neck into Bakugou’s wall as he saw the hoodie, and not when he kicked you out without any second thought.

You didn’t regret the way he made you feel, and it scared you to think that you actually wanted him to have kept going.

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And we’re going to end it there for the sole purpose of letting you all imagine what happens next 😗 I hope you enjoyed, anon!

[kiriami]

OC Sheet - Argent

All of the collective need-to-know info below the cut.

Some of this was already included in other posts, but nearly all of it is new information. Credit for the blank sheet goes to Character-Resource.

Full Name: Argent Esme Nikephoros

Meaning:

Argent – silver

Esme – beloved

Nikephoros – carrier of victory

Gender: Cisgender male

Orientation: Pansexual

Real Age: 16-17

Age Appearance: Around his actual age, but can sometimes appear a bit younger when swamped in oversized clothing because of his baby face.

Birthday: September 17th

Birthplace: Texas

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Species: human

Ethnicity: Cuban American

Blood Type: A+

Preferred Hand: right for reading/fiddling with things, but left for fighting

Signature: Inconsistent as heck and often running over the lines, Argent does not like having to write/sign anything because he knows it is generally unintelligible.

Facial Type: oval

Eye Color: silver (after manifestation and damage), brown (previous to manifestation)

Hair Color: white and black/grey (in places where there are excessive amounts of pigmentation)

Hairstyle: pulled back and up in a braid bun, usually. Otherwise long and sticking up when not tamed enough to just sit in soft waves.

Complexion: even in places that are still unaffected by his quirk

Makeup: none

Build: long limbed, shoulder and hip width about equal, some defined muscle

Height: 6′5″

Weight: 174 LBS

Shoe Size: 285 mm

Birthmarks/scars: none

Distinguishing Features: bi colored hair and skin, perpetually closed eyes

Immediate Family: Mother (Rosaleen William) and father (Stephanos Walt Nikephoros)

Parenting: Argent was brought up in a very forgiving household that stressed following the rules and being kind. Unfortunately, after he lost his sight, they became much stricter in hopes of keeping him safe.

Upbringing: Argent was incredibly perceptive to other people’s emotions by watching them until he lost his sight. His mother constantly reminded him to be mindful of his words and how other people reacted. As of the current era, he worries about offending people and not being able to tell when he should or should not apologize.

Infancy: Argent was nurtured to become a hero as a child and encouraged to learn just about anything he wanted by his parents going into his childhood.

Childhood: At around five, his quirk manifested and he was blinded. Fortunately, the visit to the emergency room was over and he was not required to undergo an excess of rehabilitation aside from basic therapy to help him adjust.

Adolescence: Argent home schooled after he lost his sight until applying to UA’s support department in hopes he could put his special interests to work, taking the written exam in a separate facility and presenting some skill when it came to developing and testing equipment.

Adulthood: Route One - Graduates from UA and signs on with a support company. Everything is rather bland. Route Two - Becomes a hero.

Coming of Age: Second year of schooling at UA. He finally began getting past the blocks he had set up for himself since the accident.

Evolution: Argent was quieter when he was younger, getting progressively louder over the years along with worrying about his appearance and demeanor a lot more.

Energy: Argent is horrible in the mornings, but can generally stay awake and active for around eight hours without feeling strain.

Memory: Not super good, remembers sounds more than anything else. Bad with names, but really good with smells

Senses: No sight, good sense of smell and hearing

Allergies: Lactose

Handicaps: Blindness

Phobias: Being forgotten, hated, or suffocating because of his own power

Addictions: chocolate and pineapple juice

Mental Disorders: Anxiety, autism

Mode of Dress: Doesn’t like tucking in his shirts, but is fine with wearing a bottom that sits higher up. Doesn’t like wearing jeans, or pants with thick seams, so he usually wears leggings, or a layer under the UA uniform to avoid the unpleasant sensation

Grooming: Decently kept, but not super put together

Posture: Argent tends to slouch quite a bit unless someone points it out and will draw into himself when scared/uncomfortable

Gait: Argent likes to walk pretty fast (and will in places he is familiar with), but slows down quite a bit when out and about even when accompanied to avoid accidents whenever possible

Coordination: good when focused. Argent can’t deal with things that move fast, but can keep up decently with some basic combat and daily activities with minimal difficulty

Habits and Mannerisms: He starts messing with the collar of whatever shirt he is wearing, combing through his hair with his hands, or shaking his legs quite a bit when nervous, or tired

Scent: generic dollar store soap and citrus tea

Attitude: depending on how he is approached, Argent will either take immediately to someone, or give them hell (and has no problem with holding a grudge for quite a while)

Stability: Argent isn’t very emotionally consistent, trying his best to not bother people any further after the accident aside from when he really needs something, or is really excited

Expressiveness: Argent expresses emotions loudly and with vigor, but only the less complicated ones. He tends to hide away after the day is over and beat himself up over small mistakes.

When Happy: smiles a lot to himself, gets louder and moves around a lot more

When Depressed: gets snappish, avoids people, looks and acts tired

When Angry: yells with enough provocation, but is really bad at keeping his anger in check (which usually leads to depressive episodes afterward)

Current Residence: UA dorms

Community: Most keep to themselves, especially the kids from other departments

Friends: Yuni (roomate), Hatsume Mei, Power Loader, Shinsou Hitoshi

Enemies: Monoma Neito, Bakugou Katsuki (both are loud/annoying to him)

Heroes: All Might

Rivals: all of the hero classes no matter the year (although it’s generally more of a friendly sort)

Relates to: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi

Wardrobe:

Formal – a suit (usually made of a smooth fabric), or dress shirt and skirt on days where he isn’t up to pants

Casual – sweaters and soft solid color tees for tops and leggings and shorts for bottoms

Sleep – sweater/old tee and boxer briefs

Equipment: face mask, sensory augmenting gloves and shoes

Accessories: sunglasses on days where he leaves campus, bracelets and necklaces when he wants to have something to fiddle with

Trinkets: a small, tumbled piece of uncut sapphire kept on a keychain along with his utility knife given to him by his father before he left for UA

Funds: The Nikephoros family is financially stable and comfortable, affording Argent his dorm room and any necessities he needed (all set on a monthly budget)

Home: The dorm room Argent shares with Yuni is a little larger than the single person ones, their respective rooms joined by a door in the middle with their own respective bathrooms and such. Argent’s room is the same color most other rooms are, any and all corners of his furniture covered with buffers for safety. 

Neighborhood: The dorm is situated on the UA campus and is near one of multiple gyms, cafeterias, and multiple other facilities

Transportation: walks most places, will use a wheelchair when out for long periods of time, or in crowded places to help avoid getting lost, or bumped into a lot 

Collections: rocks, crystals, and fabrics (of all different textures, weights, and temperatures

Prized Possession: face mask

Occupation: support department student

Work Ethnic: Argent has problems focusing on things he isn’t innately good at, or will hyper focus and burn himself out over something (no matter how big or small). He is good at getting things done on time, but will put off things that stress him out until the last minute.

Experience: After his quirk manifested, Argent was simultaneously determined to be a ‘hero’ and also give up on that dream. Unfortunately, as a child he had little control over the potency and amount of the compound produced and ended up accidentally injuring multiple people on accident over the years. He became determined to gain better control over his quirk and also to create things for himself that could act as stopgap safeguards in the event of an emergency. He became absorbed in mechanical and chemical research and development and applied to UA academy’s support department in hopes that he could use his interests to help others.

Education: high school second year 

Grade: A-C most classes. B-D physical education and literature

Degrees: Projected future degrees - PHD in Chemistry/Doctorate in education and aerospace engineering

Intelligence: musical

Religion: Agnostic

Crime Record: none

Motivation: stopping himself from hurting people and helping others

Priorities: home, family, safety

Philosophy: scarily optimistic

Etiquette: lacking in many ways

Culture: Argent is the second generation from a mixed-race immigrant family and cannot speak Spanish (was raised in a predominantly English speaking home). 

Influences: After quite literally blinding himself with an uncontrollable power, Argent is set on changing himself. In the years following, he meets other people (including heroes and teachers who encourage him to do his best, or try and discourage him from doing things because of his blindness). He meets Yuni in first year at UA and they become nearly inseparable shortly afterward, egging each other on to their respective goals.

Traditions: sleeping in late on Sundays, making tacos on Tuesday every other week, and celebrating holidays late. Birthdays are christened by cake and an overabundance of new sweaters/trinkets

Superstitions: never looking behind himself more than three times in a row, keeping charms and sigils places he frequents for peace of mind

Main Goal: Getting good enough that he can help kids not get hurt by their quirks the way he did.

Minor Goals/Ambitions: becoming a hero, making enough money to support his family after their retirement, becoming useful to himself

Career: Dream job – a hero, Actual job – support engineer

Desires: To prove that he can save people too

Wishlist: less bulky sensory augmenting support items, a snake/other non-service animal, more sweaters, pineapple juice

Accomplishments: gained control over his quirk, has become able to create his own equipment without help from other people, created a headset that grants him temporary ‘sight’ for a forty five seconds 

Secrets: terrified of failure, wishes he was born quirkless, likes pineapple on his pizza

Regrets: his failure to get first place in the sports festival, his lack of control over his quirk leading to extra bodily damage

Worries: that he will accidentally hurt someone with his quirk, will be abandoned because he is ‘lacking something’ (according to himself), will not be able to save people when it matters most

Best Dream: Becoming a ‘Super Hero’

Worst Nightmare: That he kills someone with his power

Best Memories: building his first invention, getting into UA, getting first place in his second-year sports festival, seeing his parents the summer of first year

Worst Memories: when his quirk manifested, getting labeled a villain-to-be by other kids when he began attending public school for a little before switching back to home school, accidentally flooding the house the first time he had a panic attack and nearly suffocating himself in the process

Hobbies/Interests: sleep, listen to music/make unusual instruments, craft things out of scrap, drink juice/eat sweet things

Skills/Talents: Decently good at solving riddles/word puzzles, really good at solving mechanical/spatial based puzzles, innate talent for solving mechanical malfunctions

Likes: pineapple juice, soft fabrics, sweet things, mint/citrus smells, making tools

Dislikes: super spicy food, denim, buttoned clothing, too much noise/loud sounds, shoes

Pet Peeves: when someone moves his things without permission, incorrect usage of his inventions, being babied because of his disability

Dreams/Nightmares: Graduating, becoming a hero, his cat, drowning, failing (at anything), killing someone/himself because of his power

Quirks: will flap and/or rock when excited or nervous, has a habit of humming/making sounds when focusing on things, will stare in the direction of a sound/person talking without blinking when he is really focused (not to be purposefully creepy, he just does), never wears jeans/things with rough fabric and/or thick seams

Special Interests: Mechanical and chemical physics, hydro/aerodynamics

Can't understand: sports, literature, social expectations

Closet Hobby: collecting rocks/crystals with different textures

Guilty Pleasure: upgrading his current equipment

Strengths: inquisitive, inventive, strong (physically)

Flaws: lack of sight, fear of failure, inability to use his quirk without physical repercussions/safety measures in place

Perception: Argent is good at following emotion and movement through sound, but bad at telling if someone is lying/an area is safe if not assisted in some way..

Conflicts: Trying to become a hero vs. settling for support

Instincts/habits: remove himself from stressful situations, stay up late and sleep in no matter how many alarms are set, copy speech patterns

Soft Spot: Family (Yuni included), his cat, the first years in Support

Cruel Streak: low odds of survival/chance to win, Argent has a tendency to go for a ‘no holds barred’ approach and will quite literally try and destroy anything in his way

Powers/Abilities: Drakon – Ability to secrete an irritant via bodily fluids (Ex. Blood/spit/sweat)

Origin: manifestation of an augmented inherited quirk

Source: Can be activated at will, but once it is activated, it will manifest fully in his mouth (via spit) and branch out to other parts of his body over time along with the slow spread of excess pigment in his skin left over from the compound’s production. (the usual order is saliva, tears, sweat, blood)

Ability: Was nearly uncontrollable in childhood, manifestation being the quirk activating fully everywhere and nearly disintegrating the whole lens area or Argent’s eyes and dealing him permanent bodily damage in the form of blindness and minor asthma when his quirk is not active.

Weaknesses: quirk overuse (leads to asthma attack if the air around him gets too saturated to filter out biologically, eventual skin irritation, lack of sight (cannot respond to visual stimulus)

Immunities: temporary immunity to his own quirk

Restrictions: Cannot use his quirk for over two hours per day, no matter how moderate the use is. Will lead to irritation and breathing issues.

Extra Anatomy: unhinge-able jaw/hyper-flexible facial muscle and skin to account for that range of movement

Favorite Colors: gold

Favorite Animals: cats

Favorite Mythological Creatures: Cerberus

Favorite Places: UA, the dorm gym, his room/work bench 

Favorite Landmarks: Niagara Falls, Mount Everest

Favorite Flavors: strawberry, pineapple, chocolate, mozzarella cheese

Favorite Foods: waffles and pancakes, tacos, string cheese

Favorite Drinks: pineapple juice, water, apple juice, fruit punch 

Favorite Genre: Fantasy

Favorite Movies: Any Ghibli film 

Favorite Games: monopoly, puzzles

Favorite Shows: none

Favorite Songs: Howl’s Moving Castle Main Theme, Spectrum (Florence + The Machine), Santeria (Sublime)

Favorite Sports: Swimming, weight lifting, jogging

Favorite Stores: goodwill/thrift shops

Favorite Subjects: chemistry, mechanical engineering, music

Favorite Numbers: 3, 7,42, 12, 18

Favorite Words: aegis, hedonism, ostensible, parapraxis, interstitial, seven, silver

Least Favorite Colors: red, white

Least Favorite Animals: spiders 

Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Eris

Least Favorite Places: loud places (ex. Busy malls, restaurants, concerts)

Least Favorite Landmarks: None

Least Favorite Flavors: bitterness, really spicy food

Least Favorite Foods: cucumbers, pudding, cooked spinach, blue cheese

Least Favorite Drinks: coke/Pepsi, tomato juice, dairy milk

Least Favorite Genre: horror

Least Favorite Books: anything just written to be scary

Least Favorite Movies: zombie flicks

Least Favorite Games: Uno, most videogames  

Least Favorite Shows: Supernatural, Say Yes to the Dress, Wheel of Fortune

Least Favorite Songs: Bad Blood, (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

Least Favorite Sports: American Football, basketball

Least Favorite Subjects: Literature, History

Least Favorite Numbers: 12, 92, 36, 4

Least Favorite Words: useless, incomplete, paroxysm 

Languages: English (birth language and mother tongue), Japanese (learned as a secondary tongue; lacking some fluidity and prowess even after over a year and a half of living in Japan to go to UA)

Voice: mid-range (with a tendency to get shriller the more excited he becomes)

Greetings and Farewells: Hello/Howdy and Bye/Good bye 

Expletive: Damn, gosh darn it (around adults/religious peers)

Laughter: starts with a wheeze, uncontrollable and often scarily loud

Signature Quote: “There’s a difference between being sightless and being blind, you know. Blindness is learned and it seems you are quite adept at being an asshole.”

Reputation: A strange and mechanically prolific support student with a tendency of speaking far too loud for the indoors.

Self-Impression: Argent believes that he is not good enough for what he has, both in material goods and emotional bonds, and is stuck on the idea that he must constantly get better at everything until he is ‘worthy’ of something. He worries that he is a burden.

MBTI Personality Type: INTP-T

Temperament: Melancholic

Enneagram: The Loyalist

Ego/Superego/Id: most driven by his Id, Argent is motivated by his deepest fears and dreams, those of becoming a hero and simultaneously staying for from it in fear of hurting someone with his quirk

Alignment: Chaotic good

Vice: Greed and Envy

Virtue: Diligence 

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