#Kaminari x OC

[skymar13]

please please PLEASE do something about whiney virgin!kaminari x fem!reader where he gets pussy for the first time, i would literally FOLD

Virgin!Denki Kaminari x Fem! Reader

University AU

:Smut MDI , all characters aged up!

TW: Obvious smut warnings, unwrapped (pls wrap it kids) loss of virginity m/f oral.

Not proof read because I HATE reading my own writing.

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Denki kaminari was somebody who talked about sex 24/7, all day everyday. Mixing this fact with the idea that he was incredibly thirsty people assumed that their classes whore couldn’t be a virgin it was simply impossible.

You had been under this impression so you decided to never asked fighting that simply it’s do more damage than it would good. And kaminari couldn’t tell his experienced girlfriend that he had absolutely no idea where the clit was. He’d watched pornos but he never really focused on the parts that matter, only focused on burning off some steam. He was growing impatient as you’d only gotten to 2nd base and he needed to feel what it’s like being inside someone, inside you to be more specific.

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You and Kaminari were laying on your bed making out. You were straddling his lap while he held your waist pulling you impossibly closer. You feel his tent tight from under you, so you break the kiss raising an eyebrow at you boyfriend making him turn into a hot blushing mess. “I’m sorry it’s just it was so good and you’re so-“ “Denki why’re you apologizing? I’m happy my boyfriend is turned on by me.” You continued to kiss down his jaw his movements being paused from shock and astonishment, but he soon followed your previous actions. You started to grind down on his hips making him let out a loud groan. “Sensitive are we?” You joked but his reaction being one of embarressment. “What’s wrong Denki? It’s okay if you’re uhm..vocal?” You said trying to make the atmosphere lighter to no avail. He looked at the floor for second before his eyes went back to yours. “I’ve never gotten this far with someone before, I’m a total virgin.” He said rushed but you heard him clearly “that’s okay we can go slow.” You said with a kind smile “I don’t want to go slow unless you do?” He said with a wanting look in his eyes as if he’d shatter if you said you didn’t want to do this with him. “Okay I’ll follow your lead” you said with a nod. With your approval he smashed his lips onto yours his hands gabbing at every ounce of skin that he could making you groan into the kiss. You rolled your hips into his you both let out a soft whimper. He pulled away from you lifting up his shirt over his head then discarding it somewhere on the floor. You did the same with yours leaving you in a bra and your pj bottoms. He looked at your covered breasts practically drooling. “What never seen boobs before?” You teased making his face go into fake hurt. “I’ve seen boobs trust me I’ve just never had sex, get your facts straight hun.” He said sarcastically before his hands were back on you. You placed your hands on abdomen feeling his abs then moving to his back then eventually tangling your hands in his hair tugging slightly making him lift his head exposing his neck to you. You left open mouth kisses up and down finding his sweet spot and sucking slightly on the spot. You let of his neck with a small ‘pop’ looking at him as he had a dazed expression. You got off his lap sinking to your knees and motioning for him to move towards the edge of the bed. He did so without even thinking anticipating on what you were going to do. You began to unbuckle his belt then the button of his jeans then the zipper. You played at the hem of his boxers making direct eye contact. “Stop teasing me and do something it hurts so bad!” He whined and my did it make you wet. “Say please don’t be rude babe!” You said laughing to yourself. “Oh my god please [name] please I need it so bad please.” With out saying another word you brought out his member, it was prettier that you’d expected. He wasn’t the thickest but he had good length and well trimmed with a pretty pink tip already leaking pre. You began leaving kitten licks up and down his shaft. He let out low groans and moans. “I need more please stop teasing me already.” He hissed out with saying anything you took him in full bobbing your head up and down sucking him in the right ways. He let out a sigh of relief getting in pleasure. He tangled his hands in your hair pushing your head down and pulling your head up lightly. You tapped his thigh signaling you needed air. You came off his dick a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your hand went to massage his balls, he let out a loud moan quickly covering his mouth. “Don’t be ashamed let them know.” You giggled out at his embarrassment quickly spitting on his shaft and continuing your previous actions. You felt him twitch in your mouth knowing his was close. You bobbed your head fast sucking with more pressure turning him into a groaning mess. He looked pretty like this: fake read mouth slack and eyes shut. An imagine you burned into your mind. Just as he was about to cum you pulled off quickly replacing your mouth with your hands. “Where do you want to cum?”

You had barely any chance to finish before he yelped out “your face. Please please let me cum on your face.” You nodded quickly pushing him to his orgasm. He stuck to his wishes white ropes coating your face. You brought a finger up to the mess taking a stripe of his cum and tasting it. “So yummy babe, want a taste?” You asked coming up to kiss his lips. He groaned into the taste of you noticing the sticky substance he grabbed a nearby cloth helping you wipe off the mess he’d made. “Your turn.” He said switching yalls position and pushing you on your back lightly. He took your previous seat on the floor pulling you closer to the edge. “Can I uh..take these off?” He pulled at the waist band of your panties and pajama pants, you nodded with a weak “yes please” with that he slid them throwing them somewhere across the room immediately diving in. “Hey babe. You’re licking my thigh.” You let out. “I’m sorry I havnt done this before I just want to reciprocate it! Can you show me?” He said embarrassed face red not do to the heat. With your fingers you directed him to where he should be focusing on. And he knew what he was doing after that. Eliciting moans and whimpers from you. He added one of his digits into your hole making you arch your back at the contact. After a couple pumps he added a second. “Is this good?” He questioned. “You can go fast but yes you got!” You said trying to contain your moans. He did as you wished pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, his tongue circling your clit with more force you quickly came on his face. He carried you through your orgasm his face coming up to yours sloppily making out with you groaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. With the same rag you helped him clean up your juices.

He pulled you in with open mouth kisses swiping your lips when you opened your mouth he immediately shoved his tongue in li king your cavity. He broke away a mixture of seriousness and list clouding his eyes. “Can I fuck you?” He asked you nodded your head fast without warning his directed his tip to meet your opening. He gave himself a count down and slowly started to push himself into you making sure to give you time time to adjust. He arched your back the contact making you both groan. At first you’d hissed at the stretch but the pain turning into pleasure. He slowly rocked his hips into yours feeling your walls clench down on him. “T’s way better than m-my hand” he let out making you let out a mixture of a moan and a laugh. Your hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Your own hips moving to meet his. He began to push into you at a fast pace feeling like he needed to be deeper. You could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form and you knew he was close too, his cock twitching ever so slightly. With a few more thrusts you knew you were about to cum. “Denki I-I’m gonna cum” you let out trying to hold off your own orgasm. “Me t-too.” He hissed out. After two more sloppy thrusts you felt the knot un do and you released all over his shaft. Your vision going black and your mouth slack. He tried to pull out but your walls keeping him in. “I need to cum so bad. Can I cum in you? Please?” You gave a tired nod not even realizing the question. He released his load inside of you with a loud groan. His body falling limp on yours. After a few minutes of catching your breaths he finally pulled out. You grabbed the rag and helped him clean up before cleaning yourself. “I love you so much” he said out of nowhere. “I love you too.” You responded. After you cleaned up you slid your pajamas back on and changed the sheets.

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The was written in a rush lowkey. I lost my first draft. But anyways as always requests wanted!!

[larz-barz]

Amaya’s hoodie says “Chargebolt’s kitten” btw >:3

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[aheckinmess]

Mind Over Mischief [Kaminari]

(One-Shot 7/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Kaminari x OC, Pro Hero Chargebolt x OC, Denki Kaminari, Original Female Character, Ichijiku Aoki, Kaminari and Kirishima are Besties, Kaminari Angst, Saving Original Character, OC is In Trouble, Because She Saved Kaminari, And I Mean Who Wouldn't, But Now She a Little Silly, And Kaminari a Little Dumb, So Here We Are

Word Count: 1,810 words

Summary: While Chargebolt and Tigress are fighting a group of villains, Tigress takes a hit for Chargebolt. It results in a concussion and Kirishima having to stand guard.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

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5 hours earlier. . .

“Chargebolt, how many volts do you think you’ve got left?” I bark across the street, flipping around the large teddy bear villain in front of me.

“Ehh…heh…a couple hundred…or twelve.” His laughter tells me all I need to know as he bobs and weaves around his attacker.

He’s getting low on energy. A few more low-level bursts or one high-level and he’s done! We have to figure out how– But there’s no time to think. Teddy Bear lands a hit that sends me careening back into a nearby bench. Pain crackles all through my back, but I grunt and force myself to my feet.

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Teddy Bear laughs, suddenly pinning me down. My muscles strain and I grit my teeth to keep his weight from crushing me. “You ever heard of mind control, kid? Once your electric friend goes stupid, his mind’ll be easier for my pal to take over with just one dart! And you’re gonna lay here and watch!”

Like hell I am! I twitch under his weight before unleashing a roar through my mask. As expected, my quirk compels him to run. I’m freed from my prison, and as soon as I see Denki in the sights of a man with a dart, I bolt across the street and shove him to the ground.

“Chargebolt, you have to call Menticide for help. This guy can–” I stop.

Denki looks at me with horror, before rushing the guy throwing darts.

“Attack him.” The man smirks.

I do. No! No, stop! We can’t do this. Not to Denki! How do we stop it? There’s got to be some rules. Denki, call Menticide! I plead in my head, while my body leaps at him. I’ve got him pinned and he starts begging.

“Tigress, please! It’s me!”

Seeing his pleading face, I focus hard on keeping my body still. I can’t fully shake the mind control, but I manage to stall myself long enough for Denki to turn the tables and get me on my back.

“Menticide? Yes! You’re in the area?” Denki’s phone is out and he’s shouting directions to Shinsou as Teddy Bear and his pal tear down the street. “Tigress was hit with a dart. Come find us when you’re done, please!”

With no directions to follow, I sigh and look up at the sky overrun by clouds.

“Tigress, come on.” Denki slowly starts moving off of me. When I make no movement, he pulls at my arm to help me up. “Tigress? Sweet! I guess you’re better now, huh?”

I stare wordlessly at him. He extends a hand to me, which I take.

“Are you okay?” He asks, leading me down the street.

A few civilians watch on, whispering as their eyes stay focused on the two of us. I don’t say a word, following the trail of our two attackers.

“I know that must have been tough. But you can’t just keep it all bottled up, you know? You gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you’ll just explode.” Denki nudges me. “You know you can talk to me, love. We’re in this together.”

Still, I say nothing. I look down at my feet as I trudge forward with him. Right, left, right, left. If I could answer you, I would. But I took that dart in the leg, and now I’ve failed you. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Little One.

Silence stretches between us until we see a familiar tangled mess of purple hair walking in our direction. His mask covers his face, but it doesn’t hide the concern on his expression.

“Chargebolt! I’ve got those two under control. They weren’t much of a threat once I used my quirk.” Shinsou takes a step closer to me and looks me over. “It looks like Tigress doesn’t have any directions to follow, but right now that means she’s just a hollow shell. She won’t be a threat, but we need to find a way to bring her mind back.”

“Huh? I thought she was fine? She’s been kinda quiet but…” Denki turns to me and clarity dawns on him. “Oh, shit. How are we going to bring her back? Will she be stuck like this forever?”

“Unlikely. Worst case scenario? It’s long-term and takes a while for the dart to wear off. But I’ve learned a few things from my own quirk about what helps people take back control.” Shinsou waves a hand in front of my face. I mimic the motion. “Yeah. She’s basically just copying our motions at this point. Let’s get her somewhere safe before I start telling you how to help. Too many civilians right now.”

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For the next few hours, I’m left in Denki’s agency under the watchful eye of Kirishima.

“She’s not a threat right now, but at least until I finish up my patrol, can you keep an eye on her? I’m hoping the quirk wears off, but I don’t want to take a chance of leaving her without a guardian in case the opposite happens.” Denki runs his fingers through my hair as I scout the lobby.

“Dang, this sucks. So, she can’t recognize us anymore?” Kirishima frowns.

“She can recognize us, but she’s not in control of her body functions.” Shinsou reassures. “It’s similar to my quirk. Your mind is still your own for the most part. I don’t control your thoughts, just your actions.”

“So she has to watch herself be a completely different person?!”

“In essence, yes. But once we get done with patrol, we’ll go to the store and Chargebolt can grab some items to help with her status. Try talking to her about things only the two of you would know. It might help her break the control easier.” Shinsou advises.

And then they’re gone.

Kirishima remains quiet and awkward after the two heroes leave. I sit obediently in my chair. Every few moments my body instinctively glances around, but otherwise I’m motionless.

“Hm, this is really weird to witness. Usually you’re so mobile!” Kirishima finally sits beside me, crossing his arms. “Hey! Remember that time you were getting so excited during our Mario Kart tournament that you knocked over Bakugo’s tea? I’ve never seen him look so guilty for yelling at someone when you started crying! But boy did he pay for it later when you let loose your tiger on him.”

I blink at him with a neutral expression. I remember! I felt so bad for knocking it over. I think that’s why I didn’t mind ripping him a new one later.

It goes like this for a while until Shinsou and Denki return. Denki disappears for a few minutes in the back and then walks out in his casual attire. Shinsou hands Kirishima several bags.

“This is for Chargebolt. Make sure he gets these when he comes out. I have to head out, but I’ll keep you updated if he doesn’t.” Shinsou fist bumps Kirishima before stepping out.

When Denki makes it to my side, Kirishima hands him the bags.

“Shinsou told me to give these to you. Do you need help getting her home?”

“Nah, I should be fine. I want to try these remedies right away.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. Keep me updated, okay?”

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Present

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body. That stupid Teddy Bear gave me a run for my money. He hit so hard! Ugh.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps. Come on, please! We have to get back in our right mind.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek. A muscle twitches in my cheek and my finger spasms.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

When I wake up, I grunt and look over to find Recovery Girl at my bed.

“She has a mild concussion it seems like, so make sure you notify me the second she wakes up.” She tells Denki.

“Denki…?” I whimper, blinking. How did I get here?

“Ichichan!” Denki rushes to my side and grabs my hand. “You’re back! You can talk again!”

Talk again? What…wait! I wince as memories from earlier flutter through my mind. I struggle, but I raise my arm and flex my fingers.

“I can…move.” I sigh happily, before sharp pain sparks through my temple. “Is the mind control why my head hurts?”

“Mind control? You didn’t tell me about that, Denki!” Recovery Girl smacks my husband with her cane. “You didn’t think that it was pertinent to tell me that whenever she had a concussion?!”

“I didn’t think about it!” Denki shields himself. “I was already worried.”

For the next few moments, Recovery Girl goes through a series of questions with me. Apparently, they’re meant to test my short-term and long-term memory, as well as my ability to complete complex tasks. When I pass those, I’m told to walk down the hall of our house.

“With some rest, she should be fine, Denki.” Recovery Girl says at the end of it all. “But keep an eye on her and make sure she’s not doing strenuous tasks.”

“Got it!”

Once she steps out, I instantly find Denki’s chest to sink into. My arms squeeze him tight.

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t you, lovely. I’m not holding it against you.” Denki sighs in relief and then pulls back to kiss my forehead. “The lavender must have worked then. What do you have that smells like lavender?”

“It’s in the pillow mist you use to help you fall asleep.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I hug your pillow when you’re gone and I miss you.”

[yukxxri]

"I heard that gossiping helps strengthen friendships. Let's try it with some coffee~♥︎"

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 61

Warnings: Takai, attempted sl*t shaming, emotionssssWord count: 6194

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 60 | Timeline | Volt 62

I woke up in a cold sweat with my breath stuck in my throat. My hearing aids were still on from falling asleep during the show. The usually comforting arm around my shoulders felt terrifying but I still looked back to look and check it was still Denki. I think he sensed my unease seeing as how he slowly moved his arms off my body.

"Hey, nothing happened. Look at me, yeah? Follow my breathing, in and out. In and out, you're safe." I slowly nodded and let my head hang in shame, the back of my hand furiously wiping the tears from my eyes. I followed his enunciated breathing despite my embarrassment, knowing it would be one of the few things to help right now. "Don't even apologize, it's not something you did on purpose." I nodded slightly and looked at the clock next to my bed. Seeing I managed to get about four and a half hours of sleep, I was content with that.

"Did you get to sleep yet?" He shook his head and checked his phone, eyes blowing wide at the fact that it was almost 3:30 in the morning. "If you wanna head to your dorm and get some sleep you can, thank you for helping me calm down and stuff."

"Do you want me to stay?" I looked up at him with wide eyes, surely looking like a lovesick puppy. "Hey, if you want me to stay, I gladly will. But if you need or want some alone time to unwind, that's okay too." My lower lip trembled and I pleaded with my body to not let the dam break. So I quickly nodded my head, not trusting my voice to be steady enough to answer him. His arms extended softly and I pulled him into a tight hug. He held me to his chest, one hand rubbing small circles in my back and the other one running through my hair. "It'll be okay one day, I promise." He told me, continuing on to whisper sweet nothings to me until he felt that I was calmed enough. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"It's just flashbacks." He nodded, patiently waiting to see if I was going to elaborate more. "From uh, from Kamino."

"C'mere." He said quietly, silently asking me to unfold my legs. His warm hand quickly went behind the back of my knees and he pulled me to sit in his lap, thighs straddling his. "Just relax. Okay? I'm not going anywhere." I nodded and buried my face into the nape of his neck.

We sat there for almost half an hour until I calmed down fully. My breathing no longer stuttering and my eyes not threatening anymore tears.

"You should get some sleep." I whispered to the blond, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere.

"Probably." He mumbled back. I slid out of his lap, turned off my light and flicked on my lamp, laying down on the bed and offering open arms to him. He sent me a tired smile and got comfortable, laying on my chest with our legs tangled together. I put my hearing aids on the charger and started running my fingers through his hair.

"Night Denks." I whispered to the barely conscious blond, taking a shot in the dark and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. The vibrations of him saying something going through my body but I didn't bother to ask him, letting him get his sleep instead.

I stayed up the rest of the night and waited for my alarm to start flashing at me until Kaminari woke up as well. His eyes peaked open but he quickly shut them again and curled closer to my chest.

"Denks, c'mon. We have to go get ready." He grumbled a bit and held me tighter. "I know, but it's that or you face the wrath of my Dad." He shot up like the speed of light and I couldn't stop myself from giggling.

We went downstairs to eat, a few of our classmates not so subtly staring at my exposed skin. I swallowed to lump in my throat and sat with my brother and Midoriya, picking at my breakfast. My appetite had been gone for hours, so I wasn't too surprised.

"Tsukare. I noticed the scar on your neck is still healing. If you'd like, I have a cream that might help soften it and speed up the healing time." I gave Momo a tight lipped smile with a nod.

"Thank you. That's very thoughtful of you. Sorry, uh, would you excuse me? I should probably go get dressed." She cheerfully nodded and I walked away, ignoring the sets of eyes on me as I retreated. Bakugou stared at me with an unknown emotion in his eye as we crossed paths at the elevator.

I walked to homeroom alone, already exhausted with social interaction but I shouldn't have work a tank top in the commons, that's my fault I suppose. I sat there blasting my music, scrolling through my phone and texting Nakami before Kiri and Mina came running towards my desk.

"Tsukabro!"

"Tsukababes!" They both yelled in excitement.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked cautiously as I turned down my music.

"What happened this morning? Everything okay? You kinda booked before we could ever say a word to you." Kiri asked gently leaning back against Denki's currently unoccupied desk. Mina hopping up and sitting on my desk.

"Yeah, yeah I uh, I'm okay." I mumbled, sending a small smile that I knew didn't convince them. The duo shared a look and turned back to me.

"Look, Tsukababes, we're worried about you, like a lot." Mina said gently, placing a hand on mine. "You've been more distant and quiet and stuff."

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired." Mina looked to Kiri while the red head stared at me with a look of concern.

"We're having our own bro talk later." Kirishima told me, leaving no room for debate.

"Fine but you gotta find a different name, Hitoshi and I already use that." He groaned dramatically but rubbed his chin in thought.

"I got it! Dude talk!" I let out a small laugh but nodded.

"Alright. That works I guess." I said, laughing softly to myself. The bell rang and everyone scrambled to their seats, Dad slinking into the classroom, clearly tired.

"Today we have an assembly of sorts outside, all students do. Seeing as all of you meant to be here are, we're ready to go." He stated simply, all of us getting up and heading to the designated area.

"Listen up, everyone!" Iida exclaimed as we walked. "Stay in line and move promptly into position! I want to see order!" I bit back a small chuckle from his enthusiasm over the structure of a line in the hallway.

"Uh. You're the only one who's not in line." Hanta told him as he passed and I slightly snorted.

"I heard a little rumor about Class 1-A. Two people! You had two people fail the licensing exam, you losers!" Monoma called out maniacally down the hallway.

"Shut the hell up, you're as unoriginal as ever, thought that should only extend to your quirk. Not your whole personality." I snapped at him, my voice dull and making me appear nihilistic. Denki looked back at me and shared a look with our friends, all of them rushing up to where we stood near the front.

"Bet you were the only one in your class to fail. Just like in the final, huh?" Kiri asked, clearly having my back.

Monoma laughed awkwardly and turned around. Not giving an answer.

"Actually. Every one of us passed. We've pulled ahead of you big shots." He said, gesturing to the rest of his class behind him theatrically.

"Shocking that you managed to make the cut." I stated blandly, waving to Kendo. She waved back softly, the interaction earning me a glare from Monoma.

"Accordin' ta teacher Vlad, we'll have classes together this semester— doesn't that sound like it'll be fun? I'm lookin' forward to it." A girl with horns said happily. Monoma whispering something in her ear. "Touch me and I'll pummel ya until your mama doesn't know ya!" She said happily, not realizing it was a threat.

"Nice try, Monoma. But I think my brother and I have the upper hand. You're the exchange student, right? From America?" I asked in English. She nodded happily. "Word of advice, you might not wanna repeat whatever Monoma tells you to. He's trying to be a bad influence with the fact you're still learning the language. You seem nice, and I don't want to see you get hurt by someone like that." She blinked at me twice before glancing back at Monoma, the rest of the students staring at me in disbelief.

"What about the competition between classes?" She asked me innocently.

"It's a joking feud that's been going on for years. Monoma takes it too seriously, your teacher even admitted that." She looked at me wide eyed for a moment before nodding in confirmation.

"Hey, we're trying to get through back here." A chill ran through my body and I immediately tensed up. "Hey, sweetheart." Denki nodded his head forward and we kept walking, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers together. My brother quickly came up to my other side and made sure Takai kept his distance.

"You okay?" Denki asked softly, to which I quickly nodded my head.

"Hi there! It's the adorable small mammal you all know and love, the principal." Nedzu announced from his special block to give him the height he needed. The rest of the teachers lined up beside him. "You may notice the fur I'm so proud of has deteriorated in quality. I haven't been taking care of it. This is something that can happen to humans, too. Even if you eat a balanced diet full of vitamins and minerals, you won't have a mane as luscious locks unless you're getting lots of sleep. That's the secret!" I bit back my laughter at the irony for me but tried my hardest to focus. "Disturbances in your normal resting patterns are terrible for your hair. So if you want to improve your furs..." I got distracted by Denki fidgeting with Ojiro's tail. I tried to focus but found it difficult, so I pulled out a fidget cube. "My own sleep cycle has been upset by the incidents that took place over summer vacation, which I'm sure everyone here knows about already." My stomach churned and I looked to the ground in shame. "We lost a pillar of hope. The ramifications of which have appeared faster than I could have ever imagined." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as he made it about All Might, for once I was thankful for him being mentioned. "And there will likely be even more chaos throughout our world in the near future. In particular, this will be most apparent to those of you studying in the hero course. You must approach extracurricular activities, like the hero work studies available to second and third years, with a greater sense of caution..." I thought about the work studies we would do next year and started thinking about when we would visit Uncle Oboro's tombstone, it's almost that time of the year again. I don't exactly know what happened, I just know he was close friends with our dads and Auntie Nem and something happened to him during his work study. Pops told me he's the reason for Dad's eyes being covered now. But that's about it. Then I started thinking about the Big Three and how their studies are going until Uncle Seki started speaking into the mic.

"Now, we'll hear from the extra curricular guidance teacher. Please give Mr. Hound Dog your attention." Ryo stood on the stage behind him and moved to the mic.

"Yesterday... Two students—" After that, it turned into him barking and snarling, clearly upset about what happened. Whenever he got strong emotions, his language skills got muted and his brain flipped his dialect switch, as I like to say at least.

"Alright.." Uncle Seki stated slowly, stepping back up to the mic. "As you just heard, there were students fighting last night. I know you're not used to life in the dorms, but let's all be a little more respectful moving forward. That's it. Back to the classrooms, starting with the third years." He directed, I started tapping my fingers anxiously, not wanting Takai to try and pull anything. I jumped a bit when two arms wrapped around my waist and pulled my back flush to a toned chest.

"Relax. I won't let anything happen. I'll keep you safe." Denki whispered to me, just loud enough for my hearing aids to pick up. I let out a slow breath and nodded, relaxing into the warmth of his body until we had to start walking.

"Hey, sweetheart." I heard the eerie voice behind me and I kept walking. A hand gripped onto my wrist tightly, I quickly jabbed my elbow into his diaphragm and watched him sputter for a second. "'Now, that wasn't nice. Neither was getting me suspended." I gripped onto Denki's hand a little tighter. "What? You have him on a leash or something? He's always following you around."

"He's always with me cause he's my boyfriend. So leave me the fuck alone already." I bit back, trying my hardest to hide my nerves.

"C'mon, stop being such a-"

"You don't want to finish that." My brother stated firmly.

"Oh? I don't? And what are you gonna do, freak show?" Takai retaliated.

"Watch your fucking mouth." I told him, my tone laced with venom.

"You're clearly all bark no bite, shortstack. So I don't think I will. You gotta stop being such a whore begging for attention. Stop being a prude afterwards and leading people on. If you're gonna act like that, pick one and stick with it, or just be a normal person about it." He reached out to try and grab me but before anything could happen, Hitoshi sent a right hook to his face, completely knocking him down. Multiple students around us gasped loudly at the display of violence.

"Don't you dare try and talk to my brother like that when you can't even understand the word 'no'. You're pathetic." He spat out as Takai slowly got back up, wiping the blood from his nose on the back of his hand.

"You're gonna regret that." He threatened with a wild look in his eyes.

"Sure. Cause you scare me." The two went toe to toe.

Dad! I quickly signed and pulled my brother back, our Dad's capture weapon wrapping around Takai and further pulling the two apart.

"Both of you, go with Nedzu to his office. Onryo, Kaminari, I'm sure you'll both be talked to later. Get back to the classroom." I gave him a small nod and with a final glance at Hitoshi, I walked away.

"I could get used to hearing you call me that." Denki casually said on our walk back.

"Call you what?" I asked coyly, a smirk on both of our faces.

"You know what I'm talking about." He teased, both of our faces pink.

'Is he just being a flirt? Or is he actually flirting with me?' I thought to myself, worried about interpreting the situation wrong.

"Do I?" I asked playfully, not know how to flirt and just hoping I didn't screw things up.

"I think you do." He replied.

"I think you should just say it if you could get used to hearing it so much." We both blushed harder, glancing at one another as we walked into the classroom.

"Kaminari! Tsukare! You both are late! And where is Shinsou?" Iida exclaimed loudly as soon as we entered.

"Toshi's with the principal." I said blandly, watching as Iida spluttered for words. Not know whether to scold him or praise him in his absence. Denki and I took our seats, my attention being diverted as my Dad came into the classroom.

"Okay. Starting today we'll resume our regular classes and training schedule." He paused briefly, eyes glancing towards me. "I know a lot has happened recently," his voice grew slightly somber, the small pitch of change notable to those who knew him, "however, you need to switch gears and focus on your school duties. We're lecturing today, but this semester you'll have even harsher training than before." I saw Mina turn and whisper something to Tsu. "Like to share, Ashido?" Dad asked, using his quirk to scare her.

"Excuse me, sir. May I ask a question?" Tsu asked politely while raising her hand. "What were those things the principal was talking about during the opening ceremonies? I've never heard the term hero work studies before." She said quizzically, clearly intrigued yet equally confused.

"I know, right? Hey, Tsuka, do you know what they are?" Sero asked while turning towards me.

"They're so exciting! You get to work side by side with actual heroes, it's like interning but more hands on because we have our provisional licenses!" Dad sighed at my slightly overzealous explanation.

"I was planning to talk more about those at a later date, but I guess telling you now is more logical. Onryo's explanation covered most of it. More simply put, it's work outside of class." He explained and I was worried that he was upset about them.

"Wait! Then why did we work so hard at the Sports Festival?!" Uraraka yelled out, my hearing aids whining in my ears from the feedback.

"Uraraka, take it down a few notches, please." I asked her blandly, gritting my teeth in discomfort. "The answer is right there anyways, connections, relationships, experiences. It's all a chain of events." She looked at me confused and Dad gestured for me to explain. "Bust your ass in the sports festival, get a hero to recruit you, go to internships. When we do our work studies, we can reach out to who we worked with in our internships from the festival to train under them further. But it also shows you who you don't want to work with, which makes you rely on personal connections and getting in through the upperclassman or emailing the agency." She hummed and sat back down.

"That's correct. The only real downside is those who didn't get scouted or any offers will have a much harder time securing someone for a work study." Dad concluded.

"That.. makes a lot more sense now. Thanks, Tsukare!" I gave her a tense thumbs up. The door slid open and my brother walked in with the same, bland look on his face.

"Hitoshi, please take your seat. We're covering what work studies are." My brother simply nodded and trekked to his seat. My mind starting to run in circles.

"I have a question." I said while raising my hand. "Not a lot of first years get their provisional licenses, outside of us and Class B, I'd say we were the only first years there outside of Inasa. That, mixed with the influx in crime since what's happened, does that mean we might do work studies this year instead of next year?" I asked blatantly, a few whispers starting up around the classroom.

"It's being discussed at the moment. However, nothing is currently definitive. We'll explain more about the work study positions and what that program entails at a later date, but for now... We've got other things to worry about. That's all. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mic." The door slammed open to reveal Pops.

"First period is English! In other words, it's time to jam! And since I get to do this now.." Pops yelled as he marched over to Hitoshi and I, give each of us a hug. "Now I get to embarrass you both a little bit more!" I groaned and let my head bounce onto the desk.

"This is so unfair." I grumbled out, Denki reaching over and rubbing my back. The gesture causing Pops' eyes to widen in shock, his brain clearly buffering.

Classes dragged on for the first day back, my meds being ineffective today. Or maybe that was because I was currently sitting in detention with Monoma. We thankfully had the same idea of not sitting near each other, but whenever Uncle Ecto had his back turned, he would throw something at me. I tried my hardest to just sit and read the textbooks and assignments, but that clearly wasn't happening. I raised my hand, Uncle Ecto looking at me curiously for a moment.

"Yes, Onryo?" I stood up and went to his desk, hoping he would allow what I was going to ask.

"I know some of my accommodations for my educational plans don't apply in here, like listening to music. My meds haven't been working today and I can't focus on it. Is it okay if I listen to an audio version of my textbook?" He pondered it, clearly entertaining the thought but he gave me a curt nod and I scurried back to my seat. I fished my phone out and selected what I needed, keeping the volume low incase I needed to hear anything around me.

"Mr. Ectoplasm, I hate to be a snitch but Tsukare is on his phone." Monoma almost sang out like he was about to win an award.

"I'm aware Monoma, I gave Onryo permission to use it for schoolwork. Is that all?" He drawled back, clearly unamused with the blonds antics.

"But, sir, that's not allowed in detention, and it's unfair behavior. I know who his father is and I don't appreciate him getting unfair treatment." I sighed and raised my hand, pausing the audiobook.

"Since you seem so intrigued with my personal life, I have a 504 and an IEP, I have ADHD and my medication didn't want to work today, so I asked him if I could listen to the audio version of it because I'm painfully aware of the fact I can't listen to music in here. If you have an issue with that, take it up with Recovery Girl and Nedzu since they signed off on my educational plans. Don't bring my Dad into it because you're jealous and insecure of where you stand in the world." I said blandly, not having the energy to deal with him.

"That's enough, both of you. Back to work." I took a deep breath and tried to speed through my homework. In the hour and a half I was there, I got all of it done. So, for the most part, I was pleased. "Onryo, Principal Nedzu would like to speak with you." Uncle Ecto told me as we left, Monoma looking at me as though I was in trouble.

I sighed but went to his office. Seeing Dad, Pops, Hitoshi, Takai, two women I didn't know and Nedzu all sitting there was definitely nerve wracking.

"Onryo, thank you for making it here on such short notice. Please take a seat." I pulled up a chair and sat beside Hitoshi. "I assume you all know why we're here?" I nodded, my lips plastered into a thin line. "Alright. I have already spoken with Hitoshi and Takai earlier after the incident. Mic, Aizawa, did either of you see or hear anything that happened?" Pops shook his head and looked to Dad.

"All I saw was Onryo calling me over before holding his brother back. I got over there and held Takai back with my capture weapon." Dad stated vaguely.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little lost." The red headed woman said in a breath whilst shaking her head. "You 'saw' him calling you over? And why are both of you here? I thought we agreed both parents would be here." I raised my hand facetiously, not enjoying her attitude. She looked at me and sighed before waiting for an answer.

"Questions I actually know the answer to! We're all fluent in sign language, I'm hard of hearing and whatnot, so I used sign language to call him over since he was the closest teacher to us. And they're our dads. Before you ask, no we don't get special treatment, I actually just got out of detention." The women looked at me in shock before turning to our parents.

"The names Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic, and this is Aizawa Shouta."

"My name is Takai Sumi." The redheaded one said before gesturing to the brunette. "This is my wife, Kairi. I apologize if I came off abrasive, you know how protective you can be over your kids." Dad gave her a small nod in response.

"If I may, why exactly are we all here?" Kairi asked softly, hands folded delicately in her lap.

"I was wondering what happened as well, we were not happy getting a phone call from the nurse saying that Shitsurei received a broken nose. Is this another bullying situation? I don't see how it could be, considering they also have gay parents." I laughed a little bit, failing to cover it in time.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you or the history. I'm trying not to laugh at the irony." The two looked at me curiously before turning to Nedzu.

"Onryo, please." The principal said lightly so I did the best to stifle my laughter. "Which of you would like to start?" He asked, looking between my brother, Takai and I.

"Can we just, skip this so I can get my punishment and move on?" Takai tried to divert the conversation.

"May I ask a personal question?" Everyone looked at me confused. "Do you know why he was suspended?" Takai went to interrupt but I held up a hand and silenced him. "Not now, the adults are talking."

"You have no business talking to our son like that." Sumi snapped at me.

"Woah, tone it back, sarcasm is one of the things I'm fluent in, sorry it didn't translate well. I'm asking so I know how much to tell you." Kairi placed a hand on her wifes shoulder and looked at me.

"He told us it was for cheating on a large test." I raised an eyebrow in shock.

"Oh this is gonna be fun." I said sardonically, not looking forward to any of this. I glanced at Takai and clenched my shaking hands into fists, his eyes already focused on me. I looked at Dad and Pops anxiously, the reality of everything finally washing over me.

"Onryo, would you like to take a minute out in the hall?" Nedzu asked, I shook my head and took a trembling breath.

"Takai has been harassing me for a while. Uh, I thought it was a joking student pissing match for a bit. But it only got worse, Nedzu probably still has the security footage, but he got suspended because I finally had enough of him trying to flirt with me when he pinned me against some lockers. I've turned him down and made it clear I wasn't interested multiple times, but it reached a point where I couldn't act like it wasn't an issue anymore." I took a deep breath and focused on anything aside from the grey haired male staring at me. "I'm not telling you this because I want to ruin his life, I simply just want this to stop. We had our start of the term ceremony today and he caught up to my brother, my boyfriend and I to simply harass me. I ignored him but he grabbed my wrist and I sent my elbow into his stomach. He kept antagonizing my brother and myself before he called me a whore and a prude, saying I was begging for attention and then leading him on afterwards. That was the tipping point for my brother and he punched him. He got back up and that's when I called our Dad over before holding Hitoshi back." I wrung my fingers together nervously, for once, I was worried about what could happen.

"Shitsurei? Is this true?" Kairi asked and Takai didn't answer, answering by omission. "Tsukare, I am so sorry for our sons behavior. We raised him better than this." She took a deep breath and held her wifes hand tightly. I spared a glance at Dad and Pops and if looks could kill, nobody would ever be able to find Takai's body.

"What would everyone like out of this?" Nedzu asked calmly.

"I'd like to not get a punishment, but I know that's not gonna happen." Takai said in a light hearted way, but every sent him a dark look.

"I just want you to stop. It would be one thing if you were in my class and we had to work together, but I just want this to stop. School was one of my only safe places outside of home, I don't want to keep worrying about whether or not you're going to try and start something. I've made myself clear on more than one occasion that I'm not interested, I'm in a relationship. I don't like you in that way and I never will." I said in a calm voice, masking all of my inner worries. "I don't want to ruin your life, I just want this to stop."

"I want him to stop without feeling like I need to resort to violence to ensure he does." Hitoshi stated, getting right to the point.

"Shouta? Mic?" The principal asked.

"As teachers, we want to see every student that comes here succeed. However, we have to draw a line somewhere. But as parents, I would like to petition for him to be expelled." Dad said sternly, Pops nodding beside him.

"Alright. Kairi? Sumi? What do you both think?"

"We want to protect him, he's our son. But he deserves a punishment. Whatever you deem fitting, he'll accept the consequences." Nedzu tapped his paw pads together for a moment as he thought.

"Before I make my decision, I would like to address something. Shitsurei, the only reason you are not being expelled is because Onryo petitioned for your future to not be ruined. So I'm doing the next best thing. You're being expelled." His eyes went wide but Nedzu held up a paw. "Allow me to explain. We're a prestigious school, so not all of our methods may seem conventional. I know you originally applied for the hero course, and Shouta has a very unique punishment. You will be expelled and then reinstated at U.A. It will go on your permanent record but after wards, you will still receive an education here. However, do to the severity of the situation, that's not all the punishment you will be earning. I was hoping the first bout would be enough, considering I only had you suspended until the end of this week, barred from summer activities and on house arrest with the exception of the ceremony today. That seems to not have been enough though. So, you will be receiving an expulsion, followed by a month long out of school suspension. Meaning you will be home for the next month, not in the dorms. Kairi, Sumi, I can assume you'll follow up with reprimanding him at home?" The two women nodded fervently. "Now, Hitoshi. This is your first offense at any school, while you were trying to protect your brother you did throw the first punch. To avoid any altercations with another student in detention, next week monday and next week tuesday you will be in detention. I usually would only do one day, however you did break his nose. Shouta, Mic, do you have comments, concerns?" Our parents shook their heads, Sumi and Kairi doing the same. "Wonderful, since we're all in agreement, Sumi, Kairi, Shitsurei, you are all free to leave. Onryo, if you have a moment, would you mind staying?" I looked at him and my family confused but waited impatiently. "I'd like to test your IQ, it will only take about twenty or so minutes." I shrugged and fiddled with my fingers.

"Sure, I guess. I have nothing better to do."

My family decided to wait in the hall while Nedzu set me up on a laptop, the test timed and rather than it taking twenty minutes, it only took twelve minutes. A lot of the questions were multiple choice, patterns, matching, stuff like that. He called them back in and looked at me with so much pride I felt like I could cry.

"For adults in Japan, the national average is about 106, those with intelligence quirks have not been grouped in seeing how there is an unfair biological advantage. Teenagers usually score lower for obvious reasons, however, Onryo scored 148 on this test. He falls in the genius range. I'm very proud to see this, and maybe in your future years I can take you on as my protégé." I stared at him in disbelief, not expecting this.

"I feel like I need to take the test again, there's no way I could've scored in the genius range. I forget the simplest things on a day to day basis, that must've been luck." Nedzu shook his head with a soft smile.

"You don't have to try and play down your smarts. This is something you've worked for and have clearly earned." I bit back my smile but nodded. "Hitoshi, another day I would like to test yours as well, if that's something you'd be interested in." My brother gave him a thumbs up.

Once we got into the dorms, all attention was on us. Bakugou and Izuku were still cleaning since they were on house arrest and Sero thought it'd be a good idea to tease the angry blond.

I took off my shoes and started heading to my dorm, only realizing something was off when I saw a pouting Denki.

"Sorry my hearing aids died a little while ago, did you say something?" His pout slowly turned into a smile as he came closer to me.

"I was just wondering how your day was going." He said happily. "Woah, you finally got your IQ tested?" I turned to my brother who sat there smirking. I flipped him off but turned back towards Denki and nodded. "What'd you get?" I gestured for my brother to tell him and watched his eyes widen. Kiri, Mina and Sero all coming over to congratulate me.

"Guys, it's not that big of a deal. Really." Mina rolled her eyes at my words.

"Uh, yeah it is Tsukababes, you're super smart! That's something to celebrate!" I simply shrugged and rung my fingers in my hand.

"It's really not that big." I dismissed, not enjoying being the center of attention as more people in our class came over to congratulate me. "I'm gonna uh, go shower real quick. 'Scuse me." I took a shaky breath once I managed to get to the safety of my room, completely overwhelmed with social interaction. I grabbed what I needed and snuck back downstairs, succeeding at being a wallflower on my way to the baths. While soaking in the faux spring sounded nice, I didn't want to chance falling asleep when I was in here alone. I got in and let the hot water cascade down my back, trying to relax even though it did nothing to soothe my tense muscles. I rushed through it, despite enjoying the bit of solace for once. I stepped out of the cubicle with my towel wrapped around my waist, not expecting to see Sero and Bakugou doing skin care together.

"I'm not even gonna ask what's going on, all I gotta say is don't let Mina find out. She'll be jealous." Sero sent me a thumbs up, but I could see his gaze turn worried at the sight of all my scars. Bakugou landed a firm slap on the back of his head, and I sent him a nod in thanks. I went to the mock locker room cubicle and changed into my pajamas, a simple long sleeve shirt and basketball shorts.

I walked out drying my hair with a small towel, faintly hearing Mina's squeals as she ran over to me. Talking so fast that I couldn't read her lips, especially since she was bouncing in place.

"Woah, slow down, what are you saying?" She took a deep breath, slapped her hands on her cheeks and turned towards me fully.

"Can I please, please, please, pretty please use my curly hair product on your hair?" She asked, still bouncing in excitement. I shrugged and said yes, not seeing the harm in it.

I sat down in front of one of the couches, Mina sitting on it behind me with a plethora of products by her side. Her hands continuously ran through my hair and eventually, I passed out where I sat.

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And it Continues

Aftermath before this

Hiva's P.o.V

I woke up the next morning curled into pop’s side with my head on his chest. “Hey, kid,” he said as he brushed through my hair. When I saw the bandage around my hand, I couldn’t help but pick at it. “No, no.” Pops took my hand away. He groaned as he sat up and rolled out of bed with an equally loud groan. “Come on.”

“One sec.” Aza trotted over with my phone balanced on its head, and I took it with a small thank you. We left my room, and I followed him down the steps as I typed out a text to Denki.

“I’m sorry for how I acted last night. I was overwhelmed, and it was unfair of me to take it out on you.”

I read it over a few times and then sent it. I expected a text right away, or at least the word read to pop up under my message since Denki was always on his phone, but I wasn’t surprised when neither appeared.

“I was out of line. I don’t want to blow up your phone or anything, so I’ll leave you alone after this. I’d like a call when you get a chance, though. If it’s not too much to ask.”

I walked right over to the couch and curled up, leaning into the arm of the couch. I blinked, and the world suddenly turned blurry. I frowned with a confused hum and only just realized how long I’d been able to see without glasses or contacts. Aza, probably sensing it, appeared in front of me, glasses in hand. I smiled and took them.

“Hiva.” I looked up at Hitoshi. He held my mug out to me, but I just shook my head and put my chin back on my knees. He sighed and sat next to me. Pop was talking to dad about how they were starting a dorm system. He and Toshinori were going to talk to the parents about it tomorrow, and I raised my head.

“Can I come?” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I meant. Pop didn’t jump, but his face did a weird little twitch like my voice surprised him, and he looked at me through the window in the kitchen. “Can I go with you?” He nodded.

“Sure.” Dad cleared his throat.

“Is that a good idea?” he whispered badly. “She needs to go to the station today and I don’t want her going out after all that.”

“We watched her save All Might; I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Pop said, looking at me again. “Why do you want to go?”

“I just want to check on everyone that was there. Make sure they’re okay.” I reached for my headphones but had to remind myself they weren’t there. My fingers twitched at the empty space around my neck, and I sighed. “I think I’m just gonna go back upstairs.”

“Hiva….” I ignored dad and went upstairs, Hitoshi’s footsteps behind me.

“Not now.” Hitoshi came to a stop and sighed.

“Okay.”

---

I just laid in my bed. I finished talking to the police, and now I didn’t know what to do. It felt like my mind was running in silence. How does that even make sense? There’s not even a reason for me to feel like this. I’ve sent Denki far too many texts, and I felt terrible for it. Not only was I bothering him, but I was doing what I told myself I’d never do again. Begging for forgiveness. Was I really in the wrong?

The earbuds in my ears made me irritated. I hated the unfamiliar feeling, and I hated just sitting here. ‘I should be doing something. Why are you just sitting around being useless? There’s more you can do. There’s more you should do. Why the fuck aren’t you doing anything?’

I pulled out the earbuds and took a deep breath. ‘I’m not done. I don’t get to be done.’ I left my room and went down the stairs to the door to put on my shoes.

“I’ll be back later!” I called.

“When?” dad asked.

“Um… I don’t know. Definitely before dinner, though.” Dad didn’t say anything for a second.

“O-Okay. Be safe. I love you.” I hesitated like him, feeling his sadness and worry.

“I will. I love you too.” I left the house and sighed at the steps behind me. “Hitoshi….”

“Don’t groan at me like that,” he said. “I just want to know what you’re doing. Dad’s not asking because pop told him he was coming off pushy.”

“It’s just not something they’d like," I replied. Hitoshi grabbed my wrist when I tried to walk away.

“Hey!” I stopped and looked back at him. “Quit leaving me out. Let me help you.” After what felt like an hour of arguing with myself but was only a moment or two, I groaned again.

“Fine.”

---

“Hello, prez.” The woman froze, the twitch of her face being the only sign that I scared her. She was stoic like pop. “You need better security.” I waved from where I was sitting at her desk. “Let’s talk.”

“Shinso?”

“Yamada,” I corrected. She nodded, walking over to stand in front of her desk.

“Get out of my chair.” I did as told, instead leaning on one of the front corners of her desk so she could sit. “What’s this about?”

“I want to be the youngest hero in Japan,” I told her. “I want my National Hero’s License.” The president chuckled.

“You understand how this works, correct?”

“Not really,” I answered honestly.

“You need a Provisional License first, for one.”

“I think I already proved that I’m more than qualified for that,” I argued.

“Yamada-”

“I defeated All For One myself,” I started. “Do you know how many more casualties there could’ve been if I didn’t step up? How many more deaths there would’ve been? I saved hundreds of lives and stepped up when number one got too emotional. That was me. I deserve my chance.”

“Yamada, you can’t just jump into the test.” I opened my mouth to continue arguing, but the woman held up her hand. “I can allow you to take it after your class takes the Provisional License Test. There are other requirements, but I can pull some strings so you can skip over that.” She took a card from a pile off her desk and held it out for me to take. “Call me after you pass your test, and we’ll talk again.” I nodded.

“Thank you.”

---

“I think I liked it better at the bar,” I said as I looked around. Shigaraki turned and I waved. “Where’s everyone else?”

“That doesn’t matter. What are you doing here? How did you find this place?” I chuckled and leaned on the wall beside Shigaraki.

“I found you because I wanted to find you.”

“What are you doing here?” he repeated.

“I have a business idea if you’re interested.” Shigaraki was silent. I was thinking of doing some undercover work. It might take a while, but the Hero Commission is open to allowing me to take an early National Hero License test. If I pass, I’ll be a hero. I can be a better help to you when that happens.” Shigaraki seemed to think for a second and then sighed.

“When you get your license, we can talk again,” he told me. “I won’t see you before.” I nodded and turned to leave.

“I’m sorry about All For One.”

“Leave.”

---

“Hey!” Hanta turned to me and smiled, stopping so I could catch up.

“Where were you?” he asked.

“Just doing some stuff. There was a lot to deal with after all… that.” Hanta gave me a suspicious look but nodded anyway.

“You feeling any better? Denki told me you kinda…” Hanta stopped like he was trying to find sensitive wording.

“Had a meltdown?” I offered. “There were a few, but I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Hanta put an experimental arm around my shoulders and rubbed up and down my arm.

“Yeah. What about you? Okay?” He nodded, and I waited for the smell of rotten oranges to enter the air and show his lie.

“That’s good,” I said when the only smell was chocolate oranges. I walked up to the front door and unlocked it.

“Hiva, you’re back.” I smiled at my dad’s voice and guided Hanta in front of me.

“Can I meet you upstairs?” I asked him. “I want to talk to my dad real quick.” Hanta nodded and walked up the stairs. I turned around the wall blocking the door from the living room and sat down next to dad.

“We need to talk?” dad asked.

“Just about my hero name.” He gave me a confused look, and I started to feel guilty. “I just think since I figured out my Quirk, voice hero doesn’t really fit anymore. I wanted to change it before it got too late. It probably already is, but-”

“Were you worried about upsetting me?” I looked down and shrugged.

“Maybe a little,” I mumbled. Dad sighed and pulled me to his side.

“My feelings aren’t hurt. You find what fits you.”

“I’ll just take the name Yamada back instead,” I said. Dad smiled and gave me a tight squeeze.

“I thought you wanted…?” I shrugged.

“Yamada is what fits me.”

---

I laid sprawled out on the floor, and Hanta hung off my bed. Both of us scrolled through our phones. Neither of us wanted to talk about what happened, but it hung heavily and awkwardly around us. To try and fix it, Hanta offered to help me find a new hero name.

Hanta groaned and let his phone fall next to his face. “Why is it so hard to find a name for you?”

“It would probably be easier if my Quirk was normal,” I said, not looking away from my screen. “Most names are Quirk based.” Hanta grumbled into my carpet, and I reached to pat his head, but it was too far. Instead, I patted his hair on the floor and called it close enough.

“You’re supposed to be the creative one.”

“Denki made my name last time,” I told him. “I can do everything else; just don’t make me do something original.” Hanta chuckled, and I watched him slide off the bed to lay on the ground, too.

At this point, I wasn’t even paying attention to what was on my screen, but Hanta apparently was because he put his finger on my screen.

“That looks pretty,” he said. I hummed at the word.

“‘Meliora’,” I read. “Latin, it says. That’s fun.”

“‘Better things’ or ‘things continuing to improve,'” Hanta read on. “That sounds like you.” I scoffed. “It does. Everywhere you go, you make things better.”

“You flatter me.”

“Yes, but I also truth you.” I chuckled, and he sat up. “Trust me, you look like a Meliora.”

“Meliora,” I repeated, giving the name another try. “It does have a nice ring to it.”

[yowumi]

first time with mha men

featuring. izuku m. katsuki b. shoto t. denki k. fumikage t. eijiro k. touya t. hanta s. (aged up 18+)

summary. reader/mha men help lose his/your virginity (f! reader)

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izuku midoriya

- it’s his first time, your experienced

- he leans more towards sub, but he can be a soft dom when needed to

- lets you guide him through it

- gets nervous and overstimulated quickly

- moaning mess, gets shy about it at first but you reassure him that you like it and he goes crazy with it, he mumbles, whines and whimpers a lot

- i feel like he would lean more on the girthy side and is average

- he can only hold out for so long so he cums quick but he has the stamina to hold out for 4 or 5 rounds

- gives the best aftercare, bathes with you, cuddles, snacks, anything you want.

“are you sure about this, izuku?” you ask wanting to make sure he’s comfortable. “mhm, please keep going” he says while he’s shaking, you can tell he can’t control it but he can’t help it, he’s never been touched by a woman before. you put your hands around his neck slowly moving them down to his shoulders where you held yourself up as you grinder against his dick, you both have been doing this for a while, feeling each others naked bodies rut against each other. “are you ready for me?” you whisper against his ear. he mumbles lowly while nodding his head, shutting his eyes waiting for it. you plop yourself down on his dick and you lost him. he starts shaking and hid in the crook of your neck as he whined, it all felt like so much. he’s never felt this good in his life, he thought to himself. he felt your tight pussy squeeze around you and he swears he sees stars, “f-fuck, it’s so much y/n…i don’t know if i can hold up much longer..” he mumbles, kissing you rapidly against your neck.

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katsuki bakugou

- it’s your first time, he’s experienced

- he can’t help his rough demeanor and is used to being aggressive so it takes a lot out of him to be gentle but he wants both of you to have a good experience

- he likes being in charge but he’s all about your pleasure, loves fingering you, loves having his tongue inside of you, loves doing anything that will make you feel good

- tries his best to reassure that he won’t hurt you, “i’ll go easy on ya’ don’t gotta worry babe” “i’m gonna take care of you sweet girl”

- grunts, groans, and every now and then he will moan and hear a slight whimper when he cums

- he will be submissive if you make it a challenge like saying “you probably wouldn’t be any good submissive anyways”

- girthy, veiny and a little above average, he’s a chunk of meat

- he’s a good cook so he will cook for you afterwards and watch you fall asleep as you watch a movie together.

he’s already made you cum twice from his fingers and tongue, he gets up licking your juices off your fingers as he leans in to give you kisses on your neck as he lays you on your back. being the only one naked, you start to softly tug and look down at his sweatpants where you can see his noticeable bulge begging to be freed. a small smirk appears on his face as he releases himself from his sweats, seeing his hard cock springing out. you blush at the sight and he teases you, “like what you see?” which only makes you try and hide your face. he presses his tip against your entrance, “you sure about this?” he asks pressing light kisses on your cheeks. you nod but that wasn’t enough for him, “nuh uh, wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yours” he looks you in your eyes. “yes, want you to take my virginity kats” and he smiles as he enters you, causing both of you to tense up and moan. “fuck, sucking me in so much babe” he waits for you to become comfortable around his length before starting up his thrusts.

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shoto todoroki

- it’s both of your first time

- he doesn’t exactly have a preference, he doesn’t have a high sex drive so he’s okay with whatever you want, he doesn’t particularly know what to do but he trusts you with his body. once you guys get used to having sex more often, he gets comfortable initiating and taking charge.

- he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to make sounds, he’s never watched porn but when you hit certain spots, he will start breathing hard and if you listen closely you can hear a slight moan.

- before you two had sex, you had given him a blow job and the sensation of putting his cock inside your mouth was weird at first but eventually he got used to it and learned to like it as he would involuntarily buck his hips forward to get deeper in your mouth.

- his cock is a bit more on the skinny side but he’s long, longer than katsuki and izuku. with a bright pink tip and pale base.

- he falls asleep after sex, he isn’t aware of aftercare but you both just end up napping afterwards and he will wrap his arm around you in habit.

shotos eyes follow as you trail your fingers down his bare chest as he towers on top of you. his eyes moves down to your bare chest in front of him and you give him a light smile. “do you want to touch them shoto?” you ask and he turns his eyes back at you and a slight blush appeared on his face, “can i put my mouth on your breast?” he asks for permission as you nod petting his hair as he smiles before trailing kisses down your chest before grabbing one and sucking softly on the nipple as he plays with the other one. he doesn’t know what about sucking your tits fascinated him so much but he started to grind his hips down on your clothed panties. after a while of repeating this motion, he lifts his face up and asks, “i want to have sexual intercourse with you, if that’s okay”. you tell him that’s okay and he starts taking off your panties and pulling down his pants after. you grab his dick in your hand and put it in between the lips of your pussy, gliding the tip against your wetness and he starts breathing harder as he grinds his hips down against it, “i want you to put it inside me now” you tell him as you wrap your hands in his hair as he puts his head down to your neck and you press a soft kiss against his cheek. “okay. i’m putting it in now, i promise i’ll go slow”

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denki kaminari

- it’s both of your first times

- it’s chaotic. you both think you know what your doing, you both DO NOT.

- y’all both don’t have a preference, after a while of having sex more often you will both switch roles but the first time is just pure chaos, y’all are both too busy trying to figure it out than actually getting to that

- denki does all of the above, moans, groans, whines, whimpers, barks, you resist the urge to slap him from the childish remarks he makes (he is so brainrotted it isn’t even funny)

- “zoo wee mama, you’re bad as fuck ma” “denki please stop talking”

- his shit is girthy and average, not anything too special, he calls it his lightning rod

- he’s a baby after sex so he demands you do everything for him and baby him because he claims he did all the work like the alpha male he is (he didn’t do shit)

“fuck y/n this feels so good, you’re so tight” he says as he grunts against your neck leaving a small smack on your ass, “denki, that’s my thigh.” you say plainly as he stops and looks down laughing, “oh shit, my fault, i’ll put it in now!” he says leaving a quick kiss on your lips as he makes sure to guide his dick down to try and find your hole “oh i found it!” “that’s my ass denki, we aren’t quite there yet” you roll your eyes at him. he finally finds your pussy and enters himself in slowly, “oh shit this is so much better than your thigh, fuckkkk” he moans as he rolls his eyes back, you feel a shock inside you and let out a small yelp, “DENKI! control your goddamn quirk” you say slapping his arm and he laughs a little, “don’t slap me, i might do it again” he jokes as he kisses your neck. “YOU PERV!”

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eijiro kirishima

- it’s your first time, he’s experienced

- he’s a soft dom, he’s the sweetest in bed for sure, he’s very careful and considerate

- he’s pretty confident with himself and makes noise in bed but sometimes he likes to stay silent so he can listen closely to your moans and admire the way he’s making you feel

- “you’re beautiful y/n, can’t believe i have such a pretty girl”

- he is the BIGGEST, he has a monster dick, it’s huge, longer than any of the boys, he is PACKING, he’s girthy and veiny too.

- he can only cum about 1 or 2 times but he can hold out for a WHILE.

- he’s educated on sex and how to treat a woman from getting advice from his friends, online, he even asked aizawa for advice which only ended up with aizawa saying “just don’t be a dumbass and don’t ask denki for advice for godsake, can i nap in peace now?”

he takes out his dick from his boxers as you stare unashamed at the thing that’s gonna go inside you. you would be scared if it weren’t kirishima going inside you. he’s a sweet and nice boy so you’re sure he will be as gentle as possible. “i hope you aren’t disappointed, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it or anything” he says reassuring you thinking you’re staring at him because it isn’t enough (he’s so dick blind 💔) “no no, it’s perfect kirishima…you’re perfect” you smile as you kiss him. he starts and he puts lube on his dick so it will hopefully be a little easier on you as he slowly enters you as you moan around his chest. kissing and touching his sensitive chest as you play with his nipples and he moans. “i love when you do that, you know” he says burying his head in your neck as you hum against his ear, “i know baby”

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touya todoroki

- it’s his first time, your experienced (based this more on before he became ‘dabi’ in the sense of he is still living with his father and has a lot of anger build up)

- he’s either a MEAN dom or a BRATTY sub (he has a lot of daddy and mommy issues so it depends on the day type shit)

- when he’s mean he will grunt or straight up start laughing mid sex, when he’s bratty he whines and complains.

- “hey ain’t it supposed to be my first time, yet you’re the one acting like a bitch in heat” “atta girl, move that ass for me”

- he was a sexually frustrated teenager so he watched a lot of porn as he would abuse the shit out of his dick, he’s masterbated in front of you a few times and you’ve given him oral but he didn’t want to rush into sex, that was until the day his father didn’t show up and he was filled with anger coming home to you with anger and a hard cock

- has a breeding kink, wants to fill you up any chance he gets, loves seeing you covered in cum

- his cock is long, girthy and fat, his tip is always a redish color from how hard he gets and he has veins running up his shaft.

- uh what is aftercare?

touya walked through the door, eyes red probably from crying beforehand, “touya are you okay? what’s wrong?” you ask concerned from his quiet demeanor. usually he would’ve cried in your arms or angrily rant about what happened but he just stood at the door quietly before finally speaking. “strip.” he said bluntly staring at you in the dark room, “huh?” you asked again wondering if you heard right. “I said…” he walked closer towards you like you were his prey before continuing, “strip for me.” you felt yourself throb as you removed your clothes letting them fall to the floor as he picked you up and turned you on the couch, holding your legs up in a mating press as he removed his abused red cock from his pants, “you’re gonna let me breed you tonight, ain’t that right baby” he said more in a demanding tone than asking permission. you nod and he leaves a slap on your ass, “use your words.” and you moan, “yes touya, want you to breed me, want it so bad” and he lets out a cocky laugh, “yeah, that’s a good fucking girl” he says as he slides his cock into you without warning, thrusting hard as you squeeze around him.

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hanta sero

- your first time, he’s experienced

- he’s a soft dom, he isn’t too hard on you but he likes being in charge but he won’t mind you riding him once you get used to his cock.

- he’s a moaner, likes praising you

- “damn girl, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” “don’t get shy on me, i gotcha” “would never hurt my lady” “just a little longer ma”

- he knows you his so once you get used to his cock, he isn’t shy in letting the bakusquad try you out, he knows that you know who you belong to.

- he will massage you (he’s great with his hands) afterwards or help you bathe, he likes taking care of his girl

- he has a skinny cock but it’s LONG and damn does he know how to use it.

- he gives GOOD oral. he loves when you sit on his face.

“goddamn baby, you feel so good” he says as he has his cock stuffed in your hole while thrusting into you as he admires the way you moan for him. “sero, want more please, p-please” you moan out as he stares goes down to your nipple softly biting on your nipple enough for you to moan out and arch your back, “more of what, ma?” he asks as he sucks the skin of your breasts, “put it all in, don’t hold back p-please hanta” you whine as you pull his hair sending sero into a frenzy as he pulls out leaving you confused, “w-wha-“ your words cut off as he slams his cock inside of you fucking you deep as he hits your g spot, “that better baby?” he cockily asks against your ear, nibbling softly.

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[juliachildd]

The Husband of my OC!

[ryuupark]

control [denki kaminari x oc chuya tanaka]

[ i highly recommend listening to the song i used for inspo when reading each of these stories.]

[song: CONTROL by: Zoe Wees]

don’t know if you get ‘cause i can’t express how thankful i am

that you were always with me when it hurts, i know that you understand 

i don’t wanna lose control

nothing i can do anymore

trying everyday when i hold my breath

spinning out in space, pressing on my chest

Sitting in his room, Denki felt defeated. Since moving into the dorms at UA and seeing all of his amazing classmates having the math homework done. 

It wasn’t until it was time for dinner and everyone in class 1a had gathered in the common room to eat together like they did every single night after class that people started to worry about Denki who had not come to eat. “Where’s Kaminari?” someone asked, but no one knew. 

Chuya Tanaka had entered class 1a late due to a family issue, with her parents being heroes who were severely injured. Her quirk was called electricity generation it was very similar to Denki’s except that she has that ability to aim her discharges where Denki can’t without outside help. Her entrance into the class made Denki feel even worse, and the worse part is that she was a nice girl but he couldn’t help comparing himself to her and making her out to be a bad person in his head. He hated himself for that. 

“It’s her fault that he’s like this.” Bakugo rolled his eyes and pointed at Chuya. “She basically has his quirk but is a million times more skilled and controlled.” Everyone else quickly told Bakugo to shut up and tried to explain that it had nothing to do with Chuya, but she knew it did. 

When she first joined the class and met everyone, she was so excited to meet Denki because they had such similar quirks, but he always avoided her. She knew that her presence was making him uncomfortable. “I’ll go check on him,” 

“You’ll just make it worse. You’re no better than a glorified battery pack.” Bakugo spat, this was his way of showing that he does care about Denki. 

“You’re right, and I might not help. But I haven’t always been this in control of my quirk, you’re only seeing how I am now. Not how I used to be, and you have no idea what I went through to get it like this. For Denki, I’m glad he can’t control it well yet, it means that he must not have been tortured the same way I was.” Chuya explained before she got up and went to Denki’s room. 

“Kaminari?” She knocked on the door and there was only a faint, “come in”

When she opened the door she could just feel how upset he was, even if he put on his smile to try and hide it. He was never rude to her, or let his negative feelings out in the open, instead he just always avoided her. 

“You didn’t come to dinner, and I know I haven’t been here long but I don't remember anyone ever missing dinner. Are you feeling okay?” 

Denki sat up in his bed, still under the covers and patted the edge of the bed for Chuya to come sit. “The first time I ever used my quick I hurt my whole class. It manifested in the middle of the day and I sent out so much discharge all over the place that my whole class was temporarily paralyzed. Luckily I was only a child so the wattage was still fairly low and no one suffered any long term damage. But since then… Have I not improved at all? No matter what I do…If Yaoyorozu isn’t around to make a covering to protect others from my wattage I can’t do anything except hurt others.” 

“I’m sorry, I know that since I’ve come you have been comparing yourself to me. Or better yet you’ve been hearing the others comparing us. But I don’t want you to compare yourself to me, there is no point. We may have similar quirks but we are different people and even if they are similar they are different. Your quirk is amazing Kaminari, don’t forget that.” 

“I don’t even know why I’m here, I want to be a hero… but what kind of hero could I be? My quirk can hurt civilians or people I’m trying to rescue. I can’t control where I want my discharge to go…not like you…” Denki hid his head under the blanket refusing to look at Chuya. 

“Didn’t I just say to stop comparing yourself to me?” Chuya took the blanket to uncover Denki’s head. “Kaminari, when I was younger, I also could not control where the discharge from my quirk went, I hurt my best friend growing up, I hurt them so much that they parents would let them near me again. I grew up known as the lightning bolt, everyone was afraid of me. I trained for hours every day until I wore myself down trying to control it. I’m glad that you didn’t have to go through what I did. If I learned anything in my life, it’s that it’s okay to be a little out of control.”

“But…” Denki pulled the blanket out of Chuya’s hands trying to cover himself again as if the soft blanket would protect his fragile heart and emotions. 

“No buts Kaminari! I’m sure with some more training and some help from the support students you can feel more confident in your abilities. I won’t say to make you better, because even though I  don’t know you well yet, I think you’re pretty cool Kaminari. Oh and also, you can call me Chu.” She tugged on the blanket so he couldn’t hide himself. "People tend to think that having a quirk like ours is only useful to charge phones… like a glorified battery…" Chuya mumbled, maybe to Denki or maybe to herself, she wasn't sure. 

Hearing what Chuya said about feeling like a battery, Denki wanted to break down into tears. However, he managed to control himself. He knew exactly how she was feeling, at school people used him to charge their phones, to light up buildings, and charge a car once. Denki knew that it was useful for rescue missions, but other than that what could he do? And even then if he used too much wattage he becomes an idiot, as his classmates like to call him. 

"I don't want to lose control again." A single tear fell onto the blanket. Chuya grabbed his hand and just smiled. "I try every single day to not lose control, I hold my breath and just hope for the best. I'm scared of hurting everyone around me. I panic when I need to fight…" This time, it was more than a single tear. Denki couldn't explain why he suddenly felt so comfortable around Chuya, the new girl he had been avoiding. Maybe it was because she knew what he was going through, or maybe it was because unlike everyone else she could see him as more than an idiot classmate. 

"If you ever lose control, I'll be with you. I can't be hurt by electricity, I can redirect it too. Don't be afraid anymore. And come eat some dinner, I saw Bakugo saving you a plate. But don't tell him I saw him," Chuya let out a small laugh and pulled the blanket off of Denki. "Come on Kaminari," 

"Denki. You can call me Denki…Chu."

A few days later class 1A was doing some training and suddenly the league of villains appeared out of nowhere. The sudden attack scattered the students. Denki was alone with Shoji, Tokoyami, and Chuya. Denki panicked not knowing how to help, he couldn't let out an attack because his classmates were too close to him. 

Useless…useless…

You can't even help your friends.

Denki's thoughts ran wild. It wasn't until Chuya screamed that Denki was pulled from his thoughts. Shoji and Tokoyami were fighting but Chuya was laying on the floor behind some lower ranked villains. Just due to the sheer difference in numbers the others were starting to become overwhelmed. 

Chuya tried to get up and fight more, but she could barely stand. As she fell back onto her knees she called out to Denki. Since they spoke in his room a few nights ago the pair had been training to help him control his electricity. Denki looked around nervously as Tokoyami and Shoji were still fighting but he decided to trust Chuya who trusted his abilities and he let out a stong current of electricity.

Denki watched as Tokoyami and Shoji didn't even flinch. Did they trust him? Were they not afraid of him making a dumb mistake? 

Chuya saw Denki and noticed how his attack would hit Shoji and Tokoyami. She could see how he was trying to control it, but his quirk is one that can’t easily be controlled. mustered all the strength that she had left and redirected the current to take out the villains who were left surrounding them before collapsing back down. "I knew you could do it…" She said quietly as Shoji hurried over to her. 

"I'm sorry we couldn't protect you," Shoji said quietly. 

"You guys did protect me, I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful." But in all honesty it wasn't her fault. Someone came from behind and stabbed her side. Looking down at herself she didn't even notice how much she was bleeding. 

Tokoyami and Denki came over and saw the state she was in. Denki froze and just took her hand. Shoji picked her up to cover her and bring her back to the school but Denki never let go of her hand. As she began to lose consciousness she heard only the beginning of their conversation and was able to smile despite her current state. 

"When did you and Tanaka come up with such a move? You guys both really saved us back there," Tokoyami began. The three boys continue talking while Tokoyami and Shoji praise Kaminari and Chuya. 

Once they are back at the school the teachers direct Shoji to take Chuya to Recovery Girl and Denki followed. Tokoyami stayed to give his report on who attacked them and where the rest of the scattered students went. 

In the nurse’s office, Shoji had left Denki alone with Chuya. “I never want to lose control… thank you Chu, I can’t express how thankful I am. Thank you for holding my hand that night so many days ago and believing in me.”

[real-hot-grl-shi]

y'all srsly need to stop slandering my man (monoma) fr like he is not a egotistical asshole who only loves himself and that's it he literally glazes class 1-B. not himself. name one time that he said that he was better than class b. I dare you. he has a inferiority complex and It shows pretty clearly, but y'all just hate him bc he doesn't like class 1-A??? LIKE THATS THE ONLY REASON WHY YALL NGAS HATE HIM 💀

hes good with kids (eri), he knows when to chill out, and he doesn't really even cause any harm to class 1-A outside of season 5 when they were training!! like y'all really need to chill out. Hori literally said in his character sheet that it wasn't 'Noma's fault. LIKE?? like he cannonly got along with mina and ochako in one of the official arts- LIKE YALL CHILL OUT. 

and to some of y'all ngas saying that he ugly- bro. sorry that he looks normal and his hair aint cray cray??? like not everyone needs to look wack or abnormal in a anime. 

(its literally cannon that hes a pretty boy, and he is. ive been thinking dat shi the first time I saw him 🙄)

like if you didnt know anything about the character, mha, or anime in fact, would you look at this nga:

and say "EW HE LOOKS SO UGLY??????///" no 💀 you wouldn't. bc you know ppl that look like him in the world exist and walk on the streets. 🤷🏾‍♀️

y'all really need to stop slandering my man bc if it wasn't for him the hero would've lost. 🙇🏾‍♀️anyway monoma edit bc MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNN!!!!

also this too

BC YALL REALLY NEED TO BE HEARING DIS SHI FR.

[blondieeu]

"Black wives are for grown folk." todoroki s.

to me, shoto screams the “black wives are for grown folk” thing going on right now.

shoto first understood it while attending a jazz themed party that was thrown by the agency for someone’s quirk. when he saw you in the corner of the room he knew he needed to come up to you with his best game, come up respectful.

"excuse me ma'am? you look timeless in that dress."

he's older now, in his early 30’s and he’s killing it as #3 hero. his rebellious face is long gone and he’s accomplished so much in the past twenty years, as well as being married!

i can see him being married to a dark skinned woman who knows how to handle herself well, independence being so sexy to him. she’s got this beautiful fro that covers half her face and she’s always wearing a pretty maroon colored lipstick.

and he takes you outttttt, since you've been with him you've visited france, nigeria, rome, the bahamas, trinidad and tobago, bora bora, the whole europe in general, one time he even took you to puerto rico!

whenever the two of you go out onto the red carpet for pictures, he's got a hand around your waist that's unmoving and even from time to time fixing your fro since over the years of being together you taught him how to do your hair.

if someone talks to his wife a certain way, he's very quick to correct them or even scold them because "a women with such beauty shouldn't be spoken to so casually and should be treated with respect." as he says. even if it's the reporters, interviewers, shoto wouldn't even have cared if it was his father.

"so todoroki, with your career at its peak whats something you and your woman-"

"my wife."

"um, yeah sorry. your wife, are looking forward to?"

"children"

blondieeu xx

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU

shinso x reader

thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.

inspired by backburner

hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.

hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.

hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.

hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?

hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.

hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 46

Warnings: Feelings, transphobia, religious fueled detestment, chaos, pure and utter chaos Word count: 6422

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 45 | Volt 47

"We should play truth or dare!" Mina said excitedly, we all hesitantly agreed after a lot of persuasion. We sat in a circle in the center of the basement, all of us changed and ready for bed but too awake after a day of fun. "Okay, rules are simple. Spin the flat iron, whoever the corded end lands on has to answer truth or dare but if they choose to back out, they have to take a sip of the concoction of death!" I looked at the half full red solo cup on the end table, a mix of soy sauce, teriyaki sauce, ketchup, mustard, salsa, apple juice, hot sauce, ginger salad dressing and lemon juice sitting intimidatingly by itself. All of us had emergency drinks just in case so we wouldn't upchuck anything, but also an emergency trash can on standby. "I'll go first!" She leaned forward and spun the straightener, the object pointing to Kirishima. "Truth or dare!"

"Ah, shoot, uh, truth I guess?" He blurted out, clearly unprepared for whatever the girl might have in store.

"Boringgg! Fine, uh, if you were to get any piercing, what would it be?" Kirishima thought about this for a moment.

"Probably my eyebrow." The girl nodded in approval before Kiri spun, Denki up next. "Alright, truth or dare man?"

"I'm not scared, I'll go with dare." He said with a smirk, leaning back on his palms.

"Alright, I dare you to burp the alphabet without throwing up." Denki went upstairs and came back with a can of soda.

None of us could contain our laughter as he finished it without puking. I excused myself to go grab a soda as well after asking Sero, needing something to help me sleep tonight. I came back down and saw Mina and Sero dancing.

"I dared them to a dance off, to see who would fail first at copying the others move." Denki filled me in and I nodded, watching as Mina won Sero's dare.

I didn't get a turn for a while, somehow the flat iron always landing on Mina or Denki rather than me, until it did.

"Tsukababes! Finally! Truth or dare?"

"Easy, truth. I don't trust where you would take a dare." She poured but nodded.

"Who do you like?" She asked without missing much of a beat.

'I should've thought this through more.'

All eyes were on me and the sip of death looked tempting right now.

"A guy." I finally spluttered out. Sero snorting out laughter at my aversion.

"Well duh, but that's not who."

"Eh, it counts. Me saying 'a guy' is a valid answer because it's a key descriptor and definer of the 'who' which is what you were asking. If you wanted me to say the person, then you should've asked something else." She glared and pointed a finger at me. I spun the straightener and it landed on Kiri. "Truth or dare, bro?"

"I trust you Tsukabro, so dare."

"I dare you to let Mina do your makeup." Mina squealed in excitement and dug out her makeup. As she was doing his, we continued playing. He spun the flat iron before she even started, the appliance landing on Mina.

"Truth or dare, Min."

"Dare, duh."

"I dare you not to do my makeup." She groaned and put all of her stuff back.

"You're no fun!" She pouted but spun her straightener anyways, almost bouncing with joy when it landed on Denki. "Someone fun! Truth or dare!"

"Obviously dare. C'mon you already knew that." She got a glint in her eye and I immediately felt concerned on the multitude of ways she could take this.

"I dare you to kiss who you think the hottest person in the room is. Of course, only if they're okay with it." Everyone was watching what his next move would be.

I stared at my lap, not wanting to know who he would choose until I felt a familiar hand on top of mine. I glanced up at him and nervously licked my lips like earlier. We were already sitting fairly close, not letting the awkward tension break our normal.

"Is this okay?" His voice was soft and quiet, a mere whisper but I heard it all the same. My eyes glanced down to his lips without thinking and I nodded.

His free hand came up and cupped my cheek before leaning in. I met him in the middle, finally working up the courage to lean forward as well. Every bit of it felt like fireworks erupting inside my entire body. It was slow and gentle, our lips slowly moving together after a moment and he pulled away. My face and neck were bright red as was his. We stared at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what this meant and where we stood, my mind all over the place. Without looking, I knew Mina got a picture of it. Slowly, he moved back into his spot fully but his hand stayed on mine.

"It's my turn next, yeah?" Denki broke the silence and spun the hair straightener, the object pointing to Sero. "Truth or dare, man?"

"After the last dare, I'm going with truth cause the only one I wanna kiss is Todoroki." I bit back a giggle but nodded in respect.

"Is your binder still on?" Sero's eyes darted to the floor at the question, giving a clear answer. "Go take it off and put on a hoodie, please." Sero looked torn but I was slightly confused.

"Can I ask a question? Cause I'm a little lost." The pair of best friends nodded. "Is it bad if you wear it for too long?" Sero sighed and sadly nodded.

"Yeah, if I wear it too long it can cause some damage to my ribs. I'm already pushing it with wearing it during hero training." He said in a dull tone, a complete opposite to how he usually is.

"Go take it off, okay? Trust me, broken ribs are not fun. You're still a man, nothings gonna change that, but hurting yourself is only going to make things worse." He sighed and stood up, going up the stairs and coming down a few minutes later in a very baggy hoodie.

"It's off." He stated in a somber voice.

"You know we only push it because we care bro, yeah?" Sero nodded, confirming Kiri's words.

"If it makes you feel any better, apparently I have the biggest chest here." My comment got our friend to finally laugh.

"You're not wrong. We all know it too." I gave him a wide smile and a thumbs up. "Alright, so who's sleeping where? We have one queen size air mattress, the couch and the love seat. I would grab old mattresses, but most of them are toddler mattresses."

"Mina, who's your cuddle buddy tonight?" I asked the pink haired girl.

"Depends on who I sleep next to."

"We can always push everything together so that we aren't separated too much." I suggested, everyone shocked that I offered that.

"Yes! More cuddles!" Mina cheered with her hands raised, pumped at the suggestion.

As the air mattress was being inflated, Kiri and I moved the couch over, sliding it parallel to the loveseat. Mina and Denki set out spare blankets and throw pillows. Just as the air mattress got set up, I took out my ears and put them on the charger. I got settled in on the loveseat, opting to allowing Kirishima to be comfier on the couch. Mina slept beside him with Sero in the middle and Denki right beside me.

We sat up for a little bit, mostly on our phones doing whatever, sometimes I would look over and join the conversation but for the most part, I sat in a comfortable silence with my friends.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember briefly waking up. Mostly to turn over and get comfortable again, my eyes immediately drooping shut again. When I fully woke up, I wasn't expecting to be warm.

Or on Denki.

I went to stretch and found myself unable to move, his arms wrapped around me. One draped over my waist and his free hand in front of me as he scrolled on his phone. My head laid on his chest, my body curled into his side with our legs tangled together. His arm left, the rush of cool air sending a chill across my side until it returned along with my phone.

From Pikachu: Good morning :)

To Pikachu: Good morning

To Pikachu: When did I fall asleep? I don't remember

From Pikachu: About 11

To Pikachu: I can't believe I slept for ten hours

From Pikachu: Me neither but I'm glad you got sleep

To Pikachu: When did you go to bed?

From Pikachu: I was up until about 1, that's when you rolled onto me

To Pikachu: Sorry about that, I hope you weren't uncomfortable or anything

From Pikachu: Why would I be uncomfortable?

To Pikachu: I don't know, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything

From Pikachu: Well I promise I wasn't uncomfortable, I wouldn't complain about getting to cuddle with you

From Pikachu: Unless you were uncomfortable?

To Pikachu: I toootally was, hence why I'm still laying on you

I could feel the vibrations and slight jostling in his chest from laughter.

From Pikachu: Well I'm glad you weren't either

From Pikachu: I think that's the first time you've ever fallen asleep before me

To Pikachu: Yeah I was tired yesterday, I pulled an all nighter the other night

From Pikachu: What??? Why??

To Pikachu: Just couldn't sleep, it happens sometimes

From Pikachu: I guess, but I'm really happy you caught up on some sleep last night then

To Pikachu: Me too :)

From Pikachu: Soooo

To Pikachu: Soooo?

From Pikachu: Who's your crush?

To Pikachu: Take a guess

From Pikachu: I don't know, that's why I'm asking

To Pikachu: You should know

From Pikachu: How would I know??

To Pikachu: It should be obvious enough for you to guess

From Pikachu: Just tell meeeee

From Pikachu: Pleaseeeee

To Pikachu: You gotta guessss

From Pikachu: Why won't you tell meee

From Pikachu: Is it really that bad?

From Pikachu: I can literally see you reading these

From Pikachu: C'mon, talk to me

From Pikachu: Why not tell me?

To Pikachu: Fear? Judgement? I don't know, maybe a mix of the two. I'd rather just keep it to myself because I don't think it's going anywhere and the more people I tell who it is, the more real my feelings are and the more it's going to hurt in the long run

From Pikachu: I'm sorry for pushing so much, I didn't mean to make you upset

To Pikachu: You're okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it

From Pikachu: Still, I'm sorry

From Pikachu: Forgive me?

To Pikachu: You're forgiven, Denks

From Pikachu: Phew, okay

To Pikachu: Mina probably got pictures of us to add to her collection

From Pikachu: You mean to add to your collection?

To Pikachu: And what about yours?

From Pikachu: Okay so OUR collection

To Pikachu: I didn't know you saved the pictures she took

From Pikachu: Of course I do! What, you don't?

To Pikachu: I never said that

Denki ruffled my hair a bit and I put my phone down, noticing Sero sit up and start talking.

"Uno momento, estoy agarrando mis audífonos." (One moment, I'm grabbing my hearing aids.) I told the two that I knew were awake, not even realizing I was talking in Spanish until I turned back around to a confused looking Denki. "Sorry, language switch." I mumbled, still half asleep to a degree. "What were you saying Sero?"

"I was just wondering when you two woke up."

"I woke up a little while ago."

"I woke up probably an hour ago." Denki stated, Sero looking at him in disbelief.

"I didn't hear you wake up, I've been up for about an hour and a half." I gestured to our phones and he realized why.

"Should we wake those two up?" I pointed to a sleeping Mina and Kirishima. The girl being spooned by Kirishima while curling into Sero's side, the red heads arm reaching over her waist and onto the other boys.

"Please, I've been overheating this whole time." I couldn't help my small laugh at his words but got up to help wake the two up.

I circled around and poked Kiri's stomach rapidly, watching his muscles flex through his shirt before he woke up confused. His arm moving and waking up Mina in the process.

"What time is it?" The red head asked groggily.

"Almost ten in the morning." He hummed and rubbed his face, his usually gelled hair sticking all over the place. "Time to wake up." He nodded and stretched his arms, reminding me of the morning stiffness in my spine. "Hey Hanta? Can I borrow your legs for support?" He looked at me curiously but slowly nodded. I sat down near his feet and placed one hand on his shins to help me balance as I turned. The relieving pops going up my spine making me sigh before I turned and repeated it on the other side. "Thank you." Everyone looked at me with wide eyes.

"How the— what was that?" Kirishima asked.

"I cracked my back, that reminds me." I propped my chin on my hand and cracked my neck both ways. "I almost forgot about my neck." Mina fake gagged while everyone else was just looking mortified. "It's okay, I do it all the time. Hey, Hanta, where's the bathroom?" He slowly blinked before processing what I had asked him.

"I'll show you, you three meet us up there when you're ready, yeah?" They all agreed and we walked upstairs, my friend showing me where to go as he got caught up talking to Hinata.

I did my business and came back out to see Hanta no longer looking cheerful, but stressed.

"What's up?" He shook his head but I nudged his arm in silent retaliation. "What's wrong?" He sighed and leaned against the wall.

"My mom just let me know that my tío and his new wife are coming to visit for a few days." I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"So, what's the issue?"

"Issue one, they'll be here in a few hours. Issue two, he's kinda..."

"Not accepting?" He nodded grimly and looked to the floor stressed. "You want me to stay after the others head out? Run some sort of interference?"

"You don't gotta, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Well you aren't asking, I offered. If you want I can text my parents and let them know. Only if you want me to though." He nodded and gave me a sad smile.

"Thank you." I held out my fist and received a fist bump.

"Course. Let's get this show on the road."

After an hour or two, Kirishima and Mina left, both of them having to go home early and catch the train back to Chiba. Denki left after a little while too, saying how he had to start packing so he wouldn't cram pack on the last night and forget something. So I sat on the couch with Hanta, his twin little sisters joining us. Hana, the one with her ears pierced, slowly came up to me with a curious look on her face.

"Hey kiddo." I greeted with a small smile, not wanting to scare either of them.

"Hi." She looked at her older brother and he gestured it was okay for her to ask whatever was on her mind. "Do you know how to braid hair?" I stifled a confused laugh and nodded.

"I do actually. Do you want me to braid your hair?" Her eyes lit up and she ran to grab what was needed. "Do you want me to braid your hair too, Hikari?"

"Yes please." She mumbled before running off to her sister.

"I didn't know you could braid hair."

"Ah, yeah, I learned after I got adopted. I lost my fidget cube one day and my Pops let me fidget with his hair. He got the bright idea I could braid it and pulled up a few videos for me to learn from." My friend laughed at my simplified story, the twins running back around the corner. "You two ready?" They happily nodded. "Should I do different braids to tell them apart easier?" I whispered to Sero who rapidly nodded. "Okay, who wants to go first?" Hikari plopped in front of me on the floor and I couldn't help but laugh before I started brushing through her hair.

It took probably fifteen minutes for each of them, but I gave Hikari two dutch braids and Hana two french braids.

"Thank you!" The two cheered together, Himari peaking into the living room in disbelief.

"You two look so pretty! Why don't you go show your dad?" The two skipped out of the room and Himari stood next to her son.

"Is tío bringing his kids?" Hanta asked, the subtle look of discomfort already on his face.

"No, they're staying at home with your tía, said they'll come next year." He sighed but nodded. "You should go get changed." Hanta glared at the ground.

"I'm not dressing like a girl for him, it's his problem if he can't get over himself." Himari sighed and rubbed his back.

"You know your tío just sees things differently."

"You two grew up together, your personality should have rubbed off on him." She huffed out a sad laugh at his statement. "I'm not dressing as a girl. I'm not putting myself through that." Himari nodded and gave him a side hug.

"Okay, but you two should still go get changed out of pajamas. They'll be here soon. I'll call you both down when they get here, okay?" Hanta nodded and I gave her a thumbs up before trekking up to his room. He already put his binder on earlier, so he changed comfortably in front of me. Opting for a graphic t-shirt, a zip up hoodie and joggers. I went for a thin, grey long sleeve and ripped jeans.

"You okay?" I asked him hesitantly and he sighed.

"Yeah. Just, not a fan of when he visits. It was more tolerable when he was still married to my tía or when he at least brought the kids, but I don't like his new wife. Plus he insists on using my deadname." I nodded along, easily keeping up.

"I'm sorry dude. If it gets too outta hand I can ask if you can crash at my house for a day or two." He looked at me in shock.

"Really?" I nodded and he sat down beside me on his bed. "Maybe, I think it might be awkward sleeping at my teachers house." I snorted, causing him to laugh as well.

"It's weird for me going to school and having all my family as teachers. Trust me, it fades after a while." He nodded and flopped back on his bed, I followed suit and we sat in a comfortable silence until we were called down. "You ready?" He sighed but stood up, not giving me a verbal answer.

(A/N: anything typed in bold from here on out is someone talking in spanish. i'm not trusting google translate to be right and that's a lot to copy and paste.)

Hanta and I awkwardly stood to the side as his uncle greeted all of his siblings. He looked almost nothing like Hanta's mom, for obvious reasons. A woman stood to the side, looking irked that none of the kids happily hugged her like they did their uncle. I saw a boy I didn't recognize and put together that he was Hanta's brother, Hiroshi.

"Hello Hitomi." His uncle said blandly and I repressed a visual cringe at the use of his deadname. Hanta didn't say anything, just stood kicked back against the wall with an indifferent look on his face. "It's rude to ignore people."

"And it's rude to disregard a simple request." His uncle sighed and shook his head before acknowledging me.

"Who's this?"

"I'm Tsukare Onryo." His eyes widened at my use of his native tongue, unprepared for me to respond.

"It's nice to meet you, Tsukare. I'm Antonio Garcia, Hitomi's uncle." My eyes narrowed as I looked at the ground. He beckoned his wife over, she looked pretty but I could already tell she was stuck up. "This is my wife, Valeria." I sent her a nod in acknowledgement. "How did you two meet?"

"He's one of my good friends, Hanta and I are in the same class at school." That singular sentence earned me a shocked looked from Hanta and two glares from the adults in front of me.

"Her name is Hitomi, and you will address her as such. She is a girl, despite any of the lies she's convinced you of." He vehemently exclaimed, a vein nearly bulging out of his neck.

"I won't. You aren't my father, and you aren't his. You have no authority over me, and you can stop trying to make a display because of your negative prerogative and judgement of Himari's parenting. If you have an issue with the respect and human decency I'm giving to one of my friends then you can challenge my parents on how they raised me." He glared at me before turning around and walking away with his wife. I turned to my friend who was starting to shake. I pulled him around the corner and hugged him. "You okay?" He nodded and hugged me tighter before letting go completely.

"I don't think anyone has told him off in a while." I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. But hey, you say the word and we're outta here. Okay?" He nodded and eventually went and rejoined his family. The twins came up and sat between us, happily chatting away.

"What's in your ear?" Hana asked curiously.

"These are my hearings aids. My ears don't work too good, so they help 'em out. Y'know how earbuds work?" The two little girls nodded. "Well, they're kinda like that. But instead of getting the sounds from your phone or computer, it gets the sounds from the world." They lit up, enthusiastic at that.

"Can we see them?" I nodded and took my ears out, placing one in each of their open palms and watching closely as they held them. Hana handed my left one back first, Hikari going to do the same until their tío showed up behind them.

Hanta tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the man who was glaring at me.

"Don't ignore me. What did you give them?" I put my left hearing aid back in and lightly grabbed the other one from Hikari before he could, watching as he went to reach for it.

"They're my hearing aids, Hana and Hikari were curious on what they were and wanted to see them." Antonio scoffed as I put my second one in.

"You're not deaf, those were earbuds. You're just attached to your phone like every other kid your age. It's disgusting that you would lie about something like that." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with this.

"Kids, I know it's early but dinners ready. Come eat." Himari said as she popped her head into the living room, quickly leaving again.

We all sat at the table somehow. Hanta and I squished at the end corner, the twins beside me. His dad at the head with Hinata on his lap, his mom beside them, Antonio and Valeria across from us and Hiroshi at the end beside Hanta. Hanta checked his phone briefly, staring at the screen for a moment before he got scolded by his mom.

"Honey, no phones when we're eating. You know the rule." Hanta apologized under his breath and pocketed his phone, Antonio sending a look towards me.

"Tsukare. That means no earbuds as well. Take them out." He chided, thinking he had something on me.

"Oh don't be silly, Antonio. Those are his hearings aids. Speaking of those, how did you lose your hearing? Were you born deaf?" It took everything in me not to smirk so I took a bite of food instead to bide time.

"No, I was born with my hearing. About two months ago I lost over half of my hearing during our internships, then less than a month ago I lost a little more in my right ear from a classmate setting off a loud explosion with his quirk." Himari, Hiroto, Antonio and Valeria looked at me in disbelief. "In my left ear, I have about forty percent of my hearing and in my right I have about twenty percent."

"Oh goodness. I'm so sorry to hear that." Himari's eyes widened as she realized what she said and she tried to backpedal but I was laughing.

"It's okay! No need to apologize. I came to terms with it a long time ago. My quirk is sound based so I was expecting to lose it eventually." Himari sent me a soft smile and nod.

"Tsukare! Can I put one in my ear?" Hana asked cheerfully beside me, Hikari joining and asking as well.

"Sorry but they won't fit. They're a little too big for you, plus they were specially made to fit in my ear." They looked at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws, clearly amazed at that.

"Tsukare, you mentioned that your quirk is sound based and that could contribute to your hearing loss. Do you know of any genetic factors from your birth parents that might contribute to that?" Hiroto asked politely. Antonio looked confused but before he could ask, Hanta explained.

"Tsuka's adopted." Antonio glared at his nephew before aggressively eating more.

"I don't know much about them honestly, I mostly base it off of my dad since he has such a similar quirk." I explained, almost saying Pops out of habit but catching myself so I wouldn't run any risks.

"But he's not your real dad, is he?" Antonio asked sarcastically, earning a glare from half the table.

"He is my dad. My birth parents signed me away legally. So he is just as much of my dad as Hiroto is to any of his kids , unless you're also saying nobody here is really family to you, then you can take up that dull prerogative with everyone here." Antonio glared at me and went to speak but was cut off once more.

"How did you lose your hearing?" Hana asked curiously.

"Well, your big brother and I had to do these internships at school. That's why he was gone for a week a while ago. But, when I was on mine, I was following around Endeavour. We were walking down the street and a kid about your age came up and talked to us. I saw a car coming really really fast, so I scooped him up and got us out of the way. The car crashed into the building and there was a huge explosion. It was like it was right out of a movie!" Hana, Hikari and Hinata laughed at my over exemplified rendition of what happened, enjoying my mild theatrics and not realizing the actuality of it.

"That didn't actually happen. You don't have to lie to try and impress anyone." Valeria said, her voice alone making me want to snap at her.

"It did happen, I recorded it. It was on the news and everything." Hanta said with a smirk.

"I remember seeing that on the news, your hero name is Sonus, right?" Himari asked curiously to which I nodded.

"How are your grades Hitomi?" Antonio asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. Hanta ignored him, munching on his dinner. "Don't ignore me Hitomi. Answer the question." He still got silence.

"Hanta, answer his question." Hiroto said softly.

"Stop being delusional already. Her name is Hitomi, she is a girl. Don't fuel her idiocy." Antonio snapped. Himari looked around at the table and saw most of us were done.

"Kids, why don't you go play for a bit, yeah? We have to have a grown up talk." Hanta nudged me and gestured for me to follow him, all of the kids in front of us. My hand was on his back, rubbing soothing circles to try and ground him, until I felt him stop moving. One look behind me, I saw Antonio had his hand grasped firmly on Hanta's wrist. Immediately, I turned and yanked it off.

"Don't even think about that." I seethed, Antonio pausing as I properly snapped.

"Why are you filling the children's heads with these immoral acts? It's a disgrace. My nieces and nephews shouldn't have any part in this." Antonio yelled at his sister.

"Don't you talk to my wife like that in our own house." Hiroto snapped back, clearly just as fed up with this as the rest of us.

"I see why Antonio was worried about me coming, he warned me you two would act like this." Valeria said as if she had any input.

"You stay out of this, as far as I'm concerned, you're not apart of this family or this discussion." Hanta and I tried not to laugh at Himari's retort. "And you. Antonio, you have no right to come into our house and act like you run the place."

"Then do a better job. This is disgusting behavior that you should have put a stop to a long time ago. Hitomi, enough is enough. Stop this. Stop giving in to this sin already."

"His name is Hanta. It is that simple." Hiroto said calmly, so Hanta and I tried to slip out again. However Antonio grabbed his wrist once more. I grabbed his as well, yanking it off with a harsh tug.

"Hitomi, please. Stop this already. You're tearing our family apart." Antonio pleaded and went to take a step forward but I stood between him and Hanta.

"You're not going near him. You're going to shut your mouth and you're going to listen. You have no right to try and manhandle him and yank him around like that because you're throwing a bigger temper tantrum then Hinata. You can cry 'sin' all you want but let's face the truth. By the sounds of it, you're christian or catholic, so let's make a few things clear. It is not a sin. Because your God is about love and acceptance. You want to talk about sin? Fine. Then in the eyes of your God, you're a sinner. To him you would be an adulterous, judgmental man with no morals or ethics. To him, you did one of the big no-no's, you got a divorce and got remarried. You also have constantly been doing another no-no, you've been judging him. As far as I'm concerned, he's more of a man then you will ever be. He is kind and compassionate, he is trustworthy, patient, respectful. So Hanta and I are going to leave the kitchen now and you are not going to touch him." Antonio froze at my tangent, Hanta and I walking out and immediately to his room.

"Hey, you o-" he tackled me in a hug and I slowly hugged him back, "-kay..?"

"Thank you." I heard a small sniffle from him and held him tighter.

"Of course. I got your back." He nodded and let go, rushing to pack his bag.

I texted my parents to ask, thankfully Pops responded saying it was okay for him to stay the night. A small tap on the door grabbed our attention, Hiroshi slowly coming in.

"Hey." He mumbled. Hanta immediately dried his eyes and waved.

"Hey kiddo." My friend responded.

"Can I ask you something?" Hiroshi asked while he looked at me. I pointed at myself to be sure and he nodded.

"Sure. What's up?" He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, gesturing for Hanta to cover his ears, so he did.

"Do you think.. Do you think Hi- H- Hanta thinks I'm like Tío Antonio?" I shook my head and crouched down to his level from where he sat on Hanta's bed.

"No, not at all. Because Hanta knows you don't like change. And he knows you're trying your best despite that. It takes time and change is hard enough to begin with." He nodded and stared at his hands. "What about change scares you so much?"

"I don't like uncertainty. I like to know what's going on." I gave him a lopsided smile.

"Which is why you were eavesdropping?" He blushed from embarrassment and nodded. "Well, there's a few things I'm certain about. I know Hanta cares about his family because he carries just about everything in his backpack that might be needed for when he goes outside with you or his friends. I know he loves being your big brother. I know he's a goofball. But I am one hundred and ten percent certain, that he loves all of you, despite the hiccups and mistakes, because he knows you're trying and putting in an effort. And I know he isn't mad at you at all." Hiroshi nodded slowly and gave me a small side hug before standing up and tackling Hanta in one.

"Love you dude." He mumbled into Hanta's chest once his older brother moved his hands.

"I love you too." Hanta mumbled back into his younger brother's hair before he left the room. "What did you two talk about?"

"I'll explain later, we should head back to my place." He nodded and we went downstairs, his mom coming out of the kitchen looking stressed.

"I'm gonna sleep at Tsukare's tonight." Himari nodded and hugged him. She turned to me and I bowed.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted in your household earlier." She gave me a soft smile and a hug once I stood back up.

"Don't apologize. I'm glad my son has friends like you. And Hanta, text me when you get to his house please. We'll talk more about everything when you come home." Hanta nodded and they bid their goodbyes.

"That was the first time he hugged me on his own terms since I came out." Hanta told me as we walked down my street, the train ride draining both of us almost as much as his uncle.

"Really?"

"Yeah. What'd you say to get him to do that?"

"Just told him the truth. That change is scary but you love him and you know he's trying and that even though change is scary, you can tell he's been trying anyways." He gave me a soft smile and a pat in the back before we walked into my house. "Dad! Pops! I'm home and I have Hanta with me!" I called out as we took our shoes off. Dad walked past the entryway with a mug of coffee.

"Hello. Did you have fun?" He asked me. I looked at Sero and we both laughed. "Oh no." Dad sighed and took another sip of his coffee. "Should I ask?"

"Maybe later. Where's Pops and Toshi?"

"Pops is taking a shower and Hitoshi is taking a nap." I nodded and guided Sero through the house. "Sero, are you allergic to cats?" My friend shook his head right before Mittens came up and started rubbing against his legs.

"That's Mittens, and that," I pointed to our other cat in her cat tree, "that's Spots. They won't scratch or anything if you pick them up." He nodded and slowly picked up Mittens, cradling her to his chest.

"Sero." He looked up at Dad's voice. "I take it he knows?" Sero paused for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I expect you to take your binder off tonight. Onryo and Hitoshi both have spare hoodies if you would like one, if those don't fit then you can ask either me or Mic. Understood?" Sero sighed and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"I forgot he would know. Which.. wait, holy shit. Dad do you think that means All Might knows?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the realization dawned on him.

"If he read his file, then yes. He clearly didn't think ahead about his actions and potentially turning the countries future heroes against him." I chuckled under my breath.

"Yeah. Still don't know why Izuku idolizes him so much." Dad shrugged but Sero looked a little lost. "I'll explain later." My friend nodded and Pops walked into the living room.

"Hey little listeners, do you have fun at Sero's house?" Pops asked, the two of us laughing again. "Oh gods. Sho, should I ask?"

"I don't even know, that's up to you." Pops looked worried for a moment and asked.

"My uncle came to town with his new wife and he's not accepting or anything. It didn't go too well and Tsukare said some things." My parents each raised an eyebrow to me.

"I may or may not have snapped and told him that he was a sinner for being an adulterous, judgmental man with no morals or ethics and Hanta's more of a man then he'll ever be." Pops slowly started cackling, keeling over in fits of laughter while Dad just smirked. Hanta pulled out his phone and showed me the message his mom sent about how they kicked his uncle and his new wife out. I fist pumped the air. "Yes! Now I don't have to threaten him with Pops!" This piqued my parents interest and I clamped my mouth shut.

"Uh, he tried getting physical. Tsuka pulled his hand off before he could do any real damage and stood between us." Pops immediately pulled me into a hug.

You are so lucky you didn't get hurt.

I know Pops. But I couldn't just stand there and see how far he would take it. The furthest he got was grabbing Hanta's wrist.

"These next two and a half years are going to be torturous with how you and Midoriya like to handle things." I sent Dad a wide smile and two thumbs up, the anxiety slowly dissipating as Hanta and I settled in for the night.

[arcpeacegonow]

Updated pictures (with same order)

Baby though I close my eyes

I know who you pretend I am

I know who you pretend I am

Baby, though I close my eyes, I know who you pretend I am

I know who you pretend I am

Characters (left to right): Midoriya Izuku, Buranōkan Tengoku, Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki

[zyoojis]

🔗 BUBBLEGUM. 🫧

PAIRINGS. bnha various! ✗ chubby fem! reader

SYNOPSIS. you are offered the chance of a lifetime: to be recovery girl's protégé at the one and only prestigious school in japan. who are you to decline your grandmother's special scholarship? tired of living in the shadows of insecurities and low self-esteem, you're determined to carve your own path, balancing the weight of your dual role as a hero and healer-in-training.

you must face rigorous training, the daunting limits of your quirk, and the ominous interest of villains who see your power as a weapon to be exploited. amidst the chaos, you may—or may not—have caught the attention of a few classmates who can't seem to look away. in a world where strength is celebrated, can you prove that healing is just as heroic?

TAGS. slowburn (?), alternate endings, chubby & bubbly reader, body dysmorphia, slight angst, oc inspired, fluff.

AUTHOR'S NOTE — BUBBLEGUM IS ONLY FOUND ON WATTPAD. hello! i published another mha fanfic a month ago. i decided to post about it here to get some recognition bcs again.. i like the attention lolz. if you end up liking this one, please read my other work, CUPID as well! thank you for your support. stay tuned and happy reading !!

© zyoojis 2025. do not repost, copy or steal my works.

[fandom-joiner]

Aftermath

Face-off before this

Hiva fell forward and stumbled as she looked over what was probably the only empty street. She wobbled as she walked until something caught her eye, and she stopped.

She walked backward to look at the reflection that wasn’t hers. “Not now,” she grumbled as she walked forward and away from the shop’s window. Ayame’s voice followed her anyway.

“You are such an attention whore.” Hiva covered her ears like it would do anything. “Embarrassing your poor uncle like that. For what? Another news special? Another front-page story?”

“I had to help him,” Hiva defended.

“Did you?” Ayame asked. “I thought you were just trying to prove yourself again. Everyone has to know what you can do. Why must you always show off?”

Hiva stopped at the next shop window and braced herself with her hands against the cool glass as she stared into Ayame’s eyes.

“Just like mommy taught you. Be the best in every room and make sure they know it.”

“Shut up.”

“No matter what you do, what you change,” Ayame disappeared to show Hiva her reflection, and she backed away from it in shock, “you’re still my daughter.” Hiva pulled her hair out from behind her shoulders, looking at the now black strand curiously and then back into her own green eyes, not knowing if the woman giggling in her head was toying with her.

Hiva backed further away from the window, missing the curb and falling into the street, stumbling over herself again. There was a loud honk, and then Hiva suddenly rolled over a car's hood. The breaks screeched, and she rolled the other way, falling to the pavement. The door opened, and a panicked, tearful man got out.

“Shit…. Shit! Are you okay?” He ran up to her, trying to stop her from standing as he looked her over. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying attention. I’m trying to get to- Are you Hiva?”

“Yeah…?” She looked him over and stood anyway. “You’re Hajime’s dad.” He didn’t recognize her, so she guessed her appearance really had changed. “What are you- You’re going to the hospital.” Where else could he be going? She’d seen Hajime. He’d, of course, be on the way to see his son.

Saying where he was going seemed to bring heavier tears, and Hiva worried about the worst. “What’s happened? How is he?”

“Hajime, they said, is fine, but Bashira, she’s….” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, and Hiva’s heart dropped. “He can't be alone when she-” Again, he couldn’t finish.

“I can get you there,” Hiva told him. “Get in your car. I can get you through the traffic.” She pushed him towards the vehicle. “Go, go. Move.”

“Thank you,” he said as she shut his door for him. She jumped to the hood, then the roof of the car. Her eyes faded to black, and matching black smoke wrapped around the vehicle. It rose from the air and flew over the buildings and traffic below. She looked down when they slowed over the hospital and let the car fall gently into a spot.

Hiva slid off the roof and grabbed him the second he opened his door, placing a hand behind his neck and head and running to the doors. The speed of it brought a sick expression to his face.

“You okay?” She asked, steadying him and leading him through the automatic doors. He nodded, and when he got his footing, he ran to the desk. Hiva fell back when he ran off down the hall. She wouldn’t follow. It would be rude and an overstep.

“Hiva!” Never mind. If he was calling for her to catch up, there was no way she was intruding. She quickly caught up to him and followed him to the room.

She froze in the doorway. It was like another world in there. It was quiet, dark, and empty, much different from the loud, bustling halls behind her. From here, Hiva tried to guess what had happened. It didn't look good. Through the ringing of her ears, she thought she heard someone say Bashira had been crushed under the debris. Hajime had been incredibly lucky where he was a few doors down.

Broken leg, minor concussion, and broken ribs, one of which pierced through his lung. He’d survive. He’d be in pain, but he’d survive, and one day that pain would fade. Not this one, though. Not his dead mother. A part of that would always stay.

She was already dead, an endless note sounding from the monitor beside her bed. Just her husband was there.

“Would I overstep if I brought Hajime here?” she asked. It was his and his father’s decision if he could see his mother, not hers. She didn’t want to make him leave her, though. If she could help by bringing his son to him, she would.

“I don’t want to make him.”

“I don’t want to make him either.” He nodded at Hiva, and she went to the room next door, turning back to watch the doctors go to his mother’s room and hearing the beep finally stop.

She knocked on the door and then entered.

“Hey, squirt.” Hajime didn’t say anything. Hiva sighed and sat next to his bed. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this.” Hajime made a noise, and Hiva stopped talking, giving him a moment.

“Can’t you bring her back?” Hiva’s heart broke again. She should really start keeping track of that tonight. Maybe she’d beat her old personal best.

“I….” She didn’t know if she could, but it didn’t seem fair experimenting that possible part of her Quirk on this woman. “I can’t.”

“You can do everything else!” Hajime shouted. Hiva didn’t know what to say. All kids his age thought their heroes could do everything. They had near-God status, but Hiva wasn’t a God. She was a kid staring at a younger kid, feeling as small as him, and trying to find something to say and act older than she was.

“I’m sorry.” Of all the words at her disposal, how were those the only two that made it out? There had to be something she could say. Why couldn’t she think? Why couldn’t she say it?

She forced it down and spoke again. “Do you want to see her?” Hajime shook his head quickly. “Why?”

When he tried to think of a reason, he came up short in a silence that seemed to annoy him.

“Well, I think you should.” Hiva adjusted her position on the chair and Hajime shook his head again. “It’s… scary to see people like that, but it’s scarier regretting not saying goodbye.”

“I’m not scared,” Hajime said.

“Then it hurts,” Hiva corrected, “and it really does. It hurts to lose someone you love and the goodbye is worse, but no goodbye…. I can’t even explain what that can do to someone. Then you live carrying that hurt, but now you have regret and guilt and-” She stopped. ‘Don’t project yourself on the traumatized child.’ “You don’t realize how much you’ll treasure something until you lose the chance. Goodbyes are precious and when you’re stuck learning how precious they are, sometimes it’s worth it to face everything else and give one last hug.”

Hajime was silent again and Hiva sat with him for a few minutes. When she stood, he said, “Can I see her?”

“Of course.”

Hiva stepped out to get a wheelchair for him then carefully picked him up and placed him down, pushing him and his IV drip into the hall and the next room over.

His father was frozen for a moment, but when he processed it was his son, he took over for Hiva. As she watched them hug and heard them cry, her ears started to ring again. It hadn’t stopped, but it was louder now, and it was taking over.

She couldn’t stay here. Her mind was screaming at her to leave and she thought her feet were trapped in place, but then she was outside and then she was on the street, in a crowd of people cheering for her and congratulating her, clapping her on the back and shaking her hand, and then she was just gone.

---

Shota ran from the building and made his way to the car. “Can’t drive home in this,” he grumbled to himself as he opened the back door. He pulled his capture weapon from the backseat and turned, freezing at the black smoke he saw furling up into the air.

“What’s that?” asked Nezu curiously as he left the building.

“Villains?” Vlad guessed, already preparing himself to jump into a fight.

Shota’s eyes widened when he saw what seemed to be the face of a pained animal in the smoke. “Hiva,” he whispered.

The other two turned to him but he was already gone, trying to find the quickest and easiest way to where the smoke was coming from. He swung through the air, landing hard on the rooftop and grunting at the new ache in his ankles. Despite that, he pushed on, jumping and swinging through the air until he dropped on the roof holding Hiva.

He sighed when he saw her small form curled into a tight ball with her head between her knees.

“Go away!”

Shota ducked around the smoke that shot at him and slowly made his way forward.

“I’m not doing that.” Hiva looked up with her hands over her ears. “Hey, kiddo. You’re okay. I promise you’re okay.” He crouched in front of her and tried to reach through the shield of smoke around her to comfort her, but drew back with a hiss when it burned him.

Hiva whimpered and put her head back on her knees, the smoke growing thicker. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Shota got as close to her as he could and sat down. “Everything’s going to be okay.” Hiva shook her head.

“It’s so loud,” she said, voice heavy with panicked tears. “Everyone’s yelling and crying. So many people are rotting.” Not even a Quirk like hers was without drawbacks. With all the hurt people in the city, the smell of rot and burning was heavy in the air and flooding her senses.

“I can hear hearts stop. They’re stopping because of me.” The smoke got so dense she couldn’t even be seen through it. “It won’t stop!”

“Hiva, I can help you.” She looked up at him, and he frowned at the tears in her eyes. “It’s because of Aza.”

“It won’t stop!” she yelled again.

“I know, but you can make it stop,” Shota told her. “You’re scared and your Quirk is just trying to protect you. Aza doesn’t understand its not helping. Remember, block everything out. Blank mind.”

Shota tried looking through her Quirk and activating his, but nothing happened.

“I can’t!”

“Try. You can do it. Try focusing on your breathing.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“Trust me, it does.”

Hiva did her best, trying to focus on the air going in and out of her lungs. Shota watched the smoke thin and stared at Hiva, his eyes turning red. Hiva let one last heavy breath and finally relaxed against the ledge behind her.

Shota blinked, and nothing happened for a moment. Then, almost guiltily, Aza crawled from Hiva’s arm, giving her an apologetic look. Shota pulled her into him and let her head rest on his chest.

“It’s alright. It’s okay now. You’re okay. I’m right here.” Hiva clung to him and turned her face into his shoulder. “We'll stay here for as long as you need, okay? We could stay here all night if you needed.”

---

An hour later, Hiva was holding onto Shota as he carried her home, swinging through the air and dropping down onto their street. He put her on her feet when they were outside the home, and the door swung open. In an instant, Hizashi’s arms were around her, lifting her off her feet and only putting her back down to check her over for injury. He hummed when he saw her face and poked her nose.

“Is that Shota’s nose?” Shota stepped in front of Hiva and copied Hizashi’s hum.

“I think it is. Looks good on you.” Hiva chuckled, and Hitoshi pushed both adults out of his way.

“Move.” He hugged Hiva, and she broke out into another fit of laughter, rubbing his back and squeezing him just as tight. “If you ever do something like that again, I’ll kill you.”

“Noted.”

Hanta and Denki were next in line, and Hitoshi, very reluctantly, moved to the side. Denki met her first, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. Hiva squeaked at the force, and little sparks of electricity popped and crackled over her cheeks. She leaned back, but his hand stayed on her cheek, and the other fell to her hip to pull her closer. She laughed when he pulled away to press his forehead against hers, his hands moving to her waist instead and hers settling on the sides of his neck.

“I should hang out with villains more often if this is my greeting.”

“Please don’t,” Denki mumbled, pressing quick kisses to each cheek.

Hiva’s eyes went behind Denki to Hanta. He waved awkwardly, and she smiled, pulling back from Denki and opening her arms for him. It was as if his entire body fell as his worry melted away. His knees buckled, and Hiva did a small jump forward to catch him, but he caught himself enough to land in her arms, sagging against her. His face went to her neck, both arms wrapping around her waist, and hers went around his shoulders.

“Oh, Hanta….” He pulled back and saw her eyes were black. She sifted through his mind, going through his thoughts and memories from when she was gone. “Oh, poor thing. I’m so sorry. You’re not a villain; you’re my hero, and I’m so grateful for your help. Thank you, mon beau.” Hanta’s face went to her neck again, sighing into her hair and skin.

“I needed that.” He took another moment and finally pulled away, smiling when Denki put an arm around her shoulders. “The black hair suits you.” Hiva smiled at the compliment.

“Thanks.” Hanta jumped when his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he hesitantly pulled it out. He read the message on his screen and sighed once again.

“I… I have to go,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to, but-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hiva said. “You’re okay. Go. I’m glad you were here.” Hanta smiled and nodded.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” Hiva smiled and nodded, watching him walk backward down the sidewalk to watch them as he spoke. Denki waved.

The others walked in, and Denki kissed the side of her head. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” She rubbed his back and shut the door behind them. “I don’t want to avoid you or anything, but-”

“You just went through a lot,” Shota finished for her. “Go upstairs and relax. We’ll force you to spend time with us tomorrow.” Hiva smiled and thanked him, walking upstairs with Denki trotting after her like a loyal puppy.

She stepped into her room and went to her closet to search for pajamas. As much as she wanted a shower, she didn’t have the energy. She barely had the energy to change, too, but she could manage.

“Can you turn around, please?” Denki did as asked.

“Um, so Sero talked to me about what you guys talked about at the summer camp,” Denki told her.

“I know.” Denki turned without thinking and gulped at the scars on her bare back before quickly turning away again.

“H-How?” His voice cracked slightly from embarrassment, shaking his head like it would shake away the glance he got of her muscles shifting under her skin.

Aza jumped up into his view. He didn’t jump, but he flinched back from surprise. “Okay…. Does that mean…?”

“Yeah, I know, and you’re good.” Denki turned back around and saw her staring at the blackboard.

“I felt bad. I lied at the summer camp.” Hiva tensed just barely at the mention of the trip, and Denki watched her worriedly. “I said I missed you, but I was starting to feel guilty. It felt like cheating.”

“Well, you’re telling me, so I don’t consider it cheating,” Hiva said. “I didn’t tell you though.”

“But you were figuring it out. I already knew.” Hiva shrugged.

“You didn’t do anything, Denki. I still trust you.”

“And I trust you.” Hiva smiled and erased the black bored.

“Haven’t been very trust worthy lately.”

“I still do, though.” She turned to him and stared like she was trying to study if he was telling the truth.

“Thanks.” Hiva’s hands went to her neck, and she flinched away at the feeling of her skin. “Where are my headphones?”

“They were broken at the- when the villains attacked.” Hiva’s hands twitched.

“How? Did the fire get to our things before I got it out?” Denki swallowed.

“Not- Not exactly.” Hiva looked confused, but then her face darkened in a way Denki hadn’t seen since the day at USJ.

“Fucking bitch!” He jumped a bit at her shout.

“Hiva, it’s okay,” Denki said, keeping his voice calm and steady as he stepped closer.

“No, it’s not. I need those headphones.” He jumped again at her annoyed groan. “Can’t let me have anything, can you?” He was growing more and more worried by her behavior.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get you a new pair.” He took a step towards her, but she backed up again.

“No, I need my headphones.” He didn’t know what to do. What he knew for sure was telling her that this was a bit of an extreme reaction about a pair of headphones, of all things, was not the way to go.

“Talk to me,” he tried. “I don’t understand.” Hiva tried to grab her headphones again and threw her arms down with a frustrated groan. “Please help me understand.”

“Denki….” Hiva ran her fingers through her hair as it got harder to breathe. When did that happen? Why is this happening?

“Help me help you. I want to help.”

Denki!” He stopped talking, and Hiva rubbed her neck with both her hands.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He stepped forward to touch her, but she flinched away.

“Maybe you should go,” Hiva said, leaving the room. “Maybe I need to be away from everyone.”

“Wha- Hiva!” She went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She locked it, and the handle jiggled as Denki tried to get it.

“Denki, please. I can’t. I’m sorry, but I just…. I can’t do this right now. I can’t do anything right now.”

“Baby-”

“Please?” She leaned back against the door and let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t know I’d be like this. I just need some time, some space.” It was almost dead quiet, the only sound being her heavy breathing.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Hiva heard him walk away and braced herself on the sink counter. She looked up into the mirror and slowly started to pull herself together.

“Why didn’t you save her?” Hiva jumped back when she saw Hajime. “What took you so long?” Hiva spun around in circles, trying to find any hint of another person in the cramped, empty bathroom with her.

“Why didn’t you do more?” Toshinori asked. He was the new reflection in the mirror, and Hiva could barely look at him. “Why didn’t you help me?”

“I- I did. I did what I could.”

“It wasn’t enough.” Then there was another voice.

“You did what you could,” Ayame said, her voice mocking. “Don’t play stupid, Hiva. We all know there was more to do. There was more you could’ve done.” Hiva put her hands over her ears, but the voice still echoed in her head.

“You could’ve saved them. You could’ve saved everyone; you just didn’t want to. Maybe you should’ve just stayed out of the way. Maybe none of that would’ve happened if you just left when you had the chance. Maybe it’s all because of you because you can’t help but meddle when you aren’t even needed."

“Or did you want to be in the way? Did you want to be in the way, Hiva? There’s no easier way to get to the top than taking it down, right? Did you want the Symbol of Peace to fall? I bet you did. You’re more like me than I thought.”

Hiva’s hands slowly fell to her sides, and she looked at the mirror. Instead of herself, Ayame was the one staring back at her with a smirk once again.

“You and I are the same. It’s unavoidable. I am what you’ll be.” Rage boiled up inside her.

“Get out of my head,” she growled. She still stood in that mirror with a stupid fucking smirk.

“Get out!”

Hiva punched the mirror.

“Get out!”

Another punch.

“GET OUT!”

Her scream shattered the mirror, and glass flew in all directions.

Somehow, someone got through the door because arms were suddenly around her waist and pulling her from the bathroom.

“Hiva, stop!” Shota yelled. She didn’t even realize her hands had tangled in her hair, tugging like the pain would ground her, and it seemed to be starting to. “Hiva!”

“Get her out!”

“She’s not in!” Shota put his hands over hers and helped her untangle her fingers from her hand. “She’s not in your head. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.” Hiva broke down, sobbing into his chest, and Shota slowly brought her down to the ground, cradling her in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He shushed her as he cried, rubbing his hand up and down her back. He put his chin on her head and rocked side to side. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving.” The tears didn’t stop. Even when the events caught up with her and her eyes slowly closed, the tears still seemed to fall.

Shota looked over where Hizashi and Hitoshi were watching from the top of the stairs. “Hizashi, can you get the first aid kit?”

“I ca-”

“No,” Shota interrupted, looking up at Hitoshi. “I think it’s time we all go to bed.”

“Pops-”

“Go to bed, Hitoshi.” He gave his sister one last worried look before walking to his room. Shota picked Hiva up and carried her to her room. Hizashi walked in as Shota laid her down. He took Hiva’s hand in his and held his other out to Hizashi, who handed him a pair of tweezers. He carefully picked out the pieces of glass left in her hand, then gently wiped the blood from her knuckles with an alcohol wipe, shushing her back to sleep any time she stirred.

“I should’ve told him she needed time by herself.”

“It’s not his fault or hers. Ayame was back in her head. I’m sure it would’ve happened anyway.” Shota sighed as he put a gauze pad over her knuckles and wrapped a bandage around it. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” Shota stretched out on Hiva’s bed, struggling with the covers until Hizashi jumped in to help.

“I promised her I wouldn’t leave.”

“I thought you said she needed space.”

“I made a promise. I’m not leaving.” Hizashi sighed before kissing each of their heads.

“Then Goodnight.” He flipped the lights off as he left, pausing to watch Shota continue to whisper reassurance to Hiva, even in her sleep. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Zashi.” The blond smiled and shut the door behind him.