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You can study me

Sero hanta smau

volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.

a/n it's been a while since I've written something like this...I'm nervous

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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.

But... you can't pick a friend.

Profiles • Part .2

Part 1

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You sat outside, pen in one hand, the other on your lap. Scribbling on the piece of paper quick doodles of a random animal. A rooster...a chicken…why was this one that popped in your mind, you don’t know.

A sight escapes your mouth as you look up at the sky. “This is going to be a nightmare” you mutter.

You would’ve been more ok with all of this if you could’ve chosen someone close to you instead. So much easier, simpler. But in the art course? nothing was easy.

You sometimes thought of quitting, completely. But the love you had for art kept you here and perhaps your supportive friends too. Seriously they meant everything to you, they’ve been here through thick and thin. They could be…themselves but you’d do anything for them, the other way around as well.

Taking your phone from your pocket, you check the time — 12:40 pm. “I should already be on my way to the cafeteria.” You get up slowly, grab your bag from the ground and shove the paper and pen inside.

As you enter the building, you greet with a wave of your hand some classmates you had met in your morning class. When you enter the cafeteria, you grab the tray from the pile and pick up a sandwich, a fruit salad and you pay for a soda can at the vending machine.

You weren’t particularly hungry today.

Scanning the room you make eye contact with your friends a bit further away. You march over to them and install yourself next to Himiko, Izuku in front.

”I’ve missed you guys so bad.” you say hugging Himiko’s arm. She hugs you back with a big smile. “Us as well!” she chuckles. “It’s only the first day of the week and I’m already tired.” adds Izuku with a slight smile before taking a bite from his sandwich.

You begin eating as well. “Can you guys believe it's the last year we’ll be together..” you say to them. “Oh don’t start already or I’m going to cry.” says Himiko, turning her head.

“ I know we’ll definitely be busy after but ain’t no way we’re getting separated, you better believe me, you ain’t getting rid of us” she taps her finger on your cheek in a teasing way.

”Oh that I already know” you chuckle.

Izuku suddenly perks up and says “By the way y/n I talked to some of my classmates and I’m sorry most of them don’t feel comfortable with that…” “Oh right mine as well…they say they don't want to meet new people or whatever” himiko adds.

”Oh well I did expect that honestly” you cross your arms and straighten yourself. “Guess the whole art course is going to struggle with finding someone” you sigh and begin to wonder how else are you going to find a student willing to participate in that. Ochaco may try with her classmates but you already have an idea of how it’s going to end.

You’d like someone with personality as well and there’s plenty of people like that here but—

You were cut off by a cheerful voice.

”Izuku you’re here!” A girl with pretty pink hair stopped in front of the table with her tray in hand. You all turned your head at her.

”Oh I didn’t know you were with friends my bad you guys!” she smiles.

”No it’s alright, you wanted something?” he responds.

”The boys are over there and I wanted to know if you wanted to come sit with us! Your friends can come as well if they’d like” She smiles at the both of us.

“Yeah for sure! Does it bother you guys?” He says looking at us.

”Not at all” Himiko and you respond at the same time. You look at each other before chuckling slightly.

”Perfect, follow me!” the girl begins walking ahead. “The name’s Mina by the way!”

”I’m y/n!” you respond back.

”And I’m Himiko”

You all reach a long table with four people already sitting and talking.

Four boys to be exact, one had blond hair and was just staring at the other three with a raised eyebrow, another had red hair and was laughing at something another blond said next to him and the last one with longer black hair was holding his sandwich with a smirk on his face.

”I am here and brought companyyy” Mina chants at the boys.

They perk up at the sound of her voice and all turn their heads towards us. You and Himiko smile not knowing what to do next.

”Hey, these are my friends, Himiko Toga and Y/n L/n !” Izuku introduces us.

He turns to us and points at the boys one by one.

”This is Kacchan- I mean Katsuki Bakugo. You already know him.” he laughs pointing at the blond with red eyes.

Bakugo nods his head with an almost visible smile.

”This is Denki Kaminari” The other blond points finger guns at us.

”This is Eijiro Kirishima” the red haired boy waves at us with a smile.

“And last but not least Sero Hanta” the black haired boy throws a peace sign at us and winks.

They all greet us happily and urge us to sit with them. You began talking for what seemed like hours, they told you they were part of the school volleyball team.

”Oh that’s so cool, how long have y'all been playing for?” you ask.

”We pretty much have been since we were kids. We practically all met through that.” Kirishima responds cheerfully. “Yeah we’re all like a biggg family” Kaminari leans on his shoulder.

Bakugo turns his head at us before speaking “So y/n, art huh? How is it being an artist?”

I laugh “I’m not an artist, artist yet but—“ you were cut off by Izuku.

”Oh stop that you draw, you paint even if it's not professionally yet you’re still an artist.”

”Yeah, it doesn’t matter even if it was just a hobby, you still are an artist.” Sero joins him before continuing. “And how is it going so far?”

”To be honest? Right now, horrible.” you chuckle.

They all seem taken back as their eyes slightly widen.

“It’s mostly because of an assignment our teacher already gave us.”

”Oh that's rough— On the first day?” Kirishima says.

”Yeah, I have like half of the school year to complete it? And it's worth 30% of my final grade too.” You lean your head on your hand. “I need to pick a student I don't know, to study their life? Like get to know them so I can make a painting of it—“

”You can study me?” Sero suddenly says, catching you off guard. “We just met so that’ll be perfect and I get to spend time with a cute girl like you so it’s a win-win situation.” He smiles and leans back on his chair.

You stare at him. That’s...a good idea actually you think to yourself and it’s not a total stranger if it’s one of Izuku’s friends…right?

”Well Sero you’ve got yourself a deal” I smile back at him.

”Call me Hanta.”

a/n i hope you guys like this aaah i'm so nervous and excited to post this...🤧 see u guys in the next part! 💋

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ 7:17 a.m. | kirishima eijirou

wc: 741

summary: when it gets too much, you’re met with the man you love.  

contains: written with f!reader in mind (but no pronouns mentioned), comfort fic, mentions of anxiety/overwhelming feelings, kiri is the best to ever

a/n: inspired by a prompt from @/nightprompts: “there it is, there’s that smile!”. willow this is for you and the immeasurable way we love this babey buff boy

reposted to appear in tags.

You don’t know how Kirishima does it, being all… him all the time. 

A part of you always thinks you don’t deserve it—how he meets you with tender understanding when you can’t even muster a smile. 

You should be dealing with this on your own. 

By yourself. 

Not with him having to stay home a while longer instead of starting his morning in the gym, where he can enjoy the rare time he has to himself. 

You feel terrible. 

“Sorry, it’s nothing, just—” you sigh, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your hands are still damp from washing the dishes. 

Kirishima’s presence has always been hard to miss—big, bright, and entirely all-comforting. He crosses the kitchen island to get to you now, hand reaching for the back of your head as he pushes you gently towards his chest.

It’s that familiar presence that makes you feel like crying right now. 

“Hey, hey,” he shushes, his other hand rubbing up and down your lower back, “it’s okay.”  

He’d already gotten ready for the gym when he heard the clatter, rushing out to the kitchen with his protein shaker in one hand and gym bag over his shoulder. You’d toppled over the dish soap and groaned out in frustration, watching the liquid ooze down the drain along with every bit of your self-composure. 

It was one of those things; one of those days—that feeling you’ve been having lately triggered by the simplest, most unrelated occurrence. 

Kirishima doesn’t say anything, just lets his heartbeat do the talking. Steady, grounding, like a weighted blanket wrapping itself around you. 

He’s not going to be able to squeeze in a gym session before work if he stays with you any longer like this. 

“You should go soon,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest, the dri-fit material of his muscle tank cool against your forehead. 

“In a bit,” he whispers, only holding you closer. 

There are days when words are never enough. How can you possibly explain the thoughts bouncing within the walls of your mind? How do you describe a feeling that spirals into layers upon layers of them? 

You don’t tell him of your anxieties often because you think he has enough to worry about. His job, on the day-to-day, is all about that: concerning himself with others so they don’t have to worry as much.

But you know the man you love. 

The one who watches how you make your coffee so he can leave a cup for you right before he crashes to bed from evening patrol the night before. The one who always listens, smiles as he sneaks glances to look at you sharing work-gossip while passing him the colored clothes for laundry day. 

Even without you saying anything, you know he can tell it’s been tough lately. 

Your eyes don’t shine the same and you’ve been quieter—the smile you have around him is more subdued, sometimes even forced just to make it seem like everything���s okay. 

There’s a slight sway to the way he’s holding you, a subtle lulling that he’s picked up from the times you’ve saved him from his demons too. 

You sink deeper into his chest. 

“”M sorry,” you murmur.

“For what?” his cheek rests atop your head, moving as he speaks. 

“Your gym time…” you trail off, lowering your hands to grip at his sides. 

He scoffs, “Just realized it's a rest day anyway.”

You both know he isn’t fooling anyone with it. 

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he reassures you, kissing the top of your head before adjusting his embrace. He hunches lower to nuzzle your neck. 

The contemplative hum that escapes you tells him you still feel bad about it, so he gently squeezes your waist, a playful effort to ease you up. 

“Ei…” you whine. He knows you’re ticklish there. 

“Seriously, hugging you’s way better than gym time anyway.” 

You know the man you love, the one who’ll say anything to make you feel better. He feels the corners of your lips curl up against his chest, and thinks it’s just a little bit more until he gets what he wants from you. 

So he slowly inches his lips right below your ear and blows a raspberry to get you to laugh, the way he always does when he’s cuddling you. You swat at his chest almost immediately, squirming in his hold, but you’re laughing, and he hears it, then he thinks: there it is, there’s that smile. 

The one he loves putting on you.

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[bakugokemkatsuki]

Izuku Midoriya as your boyfriend:

**WARNING: 2 or 3 suggestive comments but otherwise SFW, cussing (once?)

>Honestly, don’t see him as the total innocent boy, like he can be a sweetheart but also not.

>He will hold you close when you cuddle and always make sure you feel safe in his arms.

>This boy can NOT cook but he tries for you.

> He always is careful not to wake you when he gets up for morning training.

> He constantly has talks and reassures you that though he is still number one, you are still just as important to him.

>Will gush about you when he can buts is also a total Asshole the second someone tried to insult you

>Takes you out on dates once a week (unless a mission prevents that and then he makes it up to you when he gets home)

>His favorite time is when it’s just you two alone

>It always secretly really boosts his ego and confidence when he sees you gawking/staring at his muscles.

>Can’t help but let his eyes roam you

>Loves admiring you from afar

>Used to be jealous and think you’d want Todoroki or Bakugo but the way you scream his name suggests otherwise

[riverolls]

❛ in the city of love  ❜ 𐚁 ( tenya iida ) fluff : established relationship , paris, france

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[tr-mha-fan]

✨ Type of Boyfriend ✨

All Might Wannabe:

- shy

- gets flustered over the smallest thing, like a cheek kiss

- makes sure you're happy all the time

- gifts with no occasion

- would literally die for you

- love language is words of affirmation

#1 Pro Hero Wannabe:

- tsundere ish

- Aggressive love (aggressive hugs and kisses and what not)

- loves you very very much but doesn't like to show it

- leaves a bag of meds in your room if you're sick when you're sleeping so you don't know it's from him

- love language is aggressive 'I love you's and hand holding

Crimson Riot Wannabe:

- CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT

- This man is all about consent

"Can I hug you?"

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"Can we cuddle?"

- Does his best to look brave in front of you

- Protects you from anything and everything, no matter what

- Tries (but fails) to cook you a meal when he see's you tired after a long day at school

- love language is acts of service

Peppermint Wannabe:

- doesn't know too much about relationships

"What's 'making out'?"

"Is it normal for couples to tease each other?"

"Are we supposed to go on a lot of dates?"

- tries his best to be the EXACT OPPOSITE of Endawhore

- cuddles

- more cuddles

- love language is physical touch 

Ingenium Wannabe:

- study dates

- library dates

- nice little cafe dates

- always keeps your grades in check

- nice, loving but strict when it comes to the rules

- love language is quality time

Lightning Wannabe:

- yes, he flirts with others, but he is 100% loyal to you

- loves it when you wear his clothes

- takes on dates WHENEVER he can

- pervert

- when he See's that you're tired, he gives you a nice shoulder massage

- love language is kissing/making out

Well then, that's another chapter out! Thanks for reading this! I know, it sucks but whatever 

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[kazumei-claude]

what if Male Y/n met Izuku before All might and started to train him

It would have y/n sitting in an interview being like "Isn't crazy that you were looked down upon if you had a quirk and only 10% of people had quirks back then but now your looked down upon if you don't have a quirk."

That would be your famous line. When you were walking back home from the interview, you see Izuku and he was all beaten up. You then rushed him over to a shack that you had built for emergencies. From there you had a talk and had promised to train him and he make him the first number 1 hero without a quirk.

You pointed out that your an underground hero and your quirk is "Info" were you can see any information about and how it's used maybe how you can make it into a poison or medicine. (ex: a plant, person) (But you have to be able to see the object or person. Like if there are people standing behind one another the you would only be able to read the Stats of the first person in front. )((I feel like you have to read books so that it can unlock some information.))

You would tell hime that he doesn't need a quirk if he is already smart and how there are pro heroes that don't have a quirk they just have a skill. ((I forgot the name)) Like the gun hero he really only have good aim and you could maybe come close to his aim if you train. From that point on you would have began to train him.

But would Izu still ask All might if he could become a hero without a quirk or when all might saves him he would just ask for his autograph and leave? Would all might still give Izu his quirk? Probably not

Thx that's all

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[billiethepumpkin]

Main Masterlist

Izuku Midoriya

Nothing here yet!

Tenya Iida

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Shoto Todoroki

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Momo Yaoyorozu

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Ochaco Uraraka

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Katsuki Bakugou

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Eijirou Kirishima

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Denki Kaminari

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Hanta Sero

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Mina Ashido

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Kyoka Jirou

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Mirio Togata

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Tamaki Amajiki

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Hitoshi Shinsou

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Neito Monoma

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Shota Aizawa

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Toshinori Yagi

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Taishiro Toyomitsu

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Keigo Takami

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Tomura Shigaraki

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Himiko Toga

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Touya Todoroki

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[vampkats]

★I'm taking requests★

I write: headcanons, scenarios

Any MHA character-MOSTLY CLASS 1-A

(I do nsfw, sfw, fluff, comfort, reverse comfort)<3

[dreadheadmadi]

“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

Edit below cut

Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. Like for example, imagine if someone asked if you wanted some fresh fruit they grew themselves. You agree, and when they show up, instead of handing you fruit, they give you a carton of eggs. Now, you might not mind eating eggs, but you were promised fresh fruit, not eggs.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

[fleuriieu]

𐙚👟 . . . 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 ? 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ [ pt. one ]

001. SYNOPSIS ― katsuki hates your old, raggedy white jordans. 002. GENRE ― fluff ( ☁️ ) 003. LINKS ― navigation . . . masterlists . . . taglist currently playing 🎶 :: " kilby girl " - the backseat lovers

katsuki 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 your old, raggedy white jordans.

they're so worn down he could practically see the soles coming off, the laces gray and dirtied from the constant wear and tear they go through. it angers him to no end how you won't do anything about them. "when the hell are you getting new shoes? pisses me off starin' at that shit everyday." he grunts, motioning his head towards your feet.

you look up from your textbook, a confused expression shown on your face. you two were currently at a cafe studying together, as you asked him to help tutor you for the next test. what he had just said were the first words after maybe an hour or so of quiet reading. "um...one, why are you staring at my feet all the time? two, not all of us are filthy rich, dummy. and three...they're not that bad." you say, lowering your head to look at your shoes too. sure they were sort of falling apart, and yeah, maybe they looked like they've been through three world wars and a hurricane. but you could still walk in them. and that's what shoes are for, no?

"i'm not staring at them all the time!" bakugou snaps, feeling his face flush red at the accusation. "jus' happen to notice them."

you roll your eyes at his reply, picking up your book to turn the page.

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say. don't blame me if theres a new rumor going around that you have a foot fetish, though." you say, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"don't you fucking dare." bakugou glares.

the rest of the study session continues with you two bickering, forgetting about the homework and flashcards as the sun begins to set.

"ugh, see! we couldn't get anything done 'cause you kept yapping the entire time!" you groan, shutting your textbook closed and slumping down on your seat.

"i kept yapping?! you're the one who was startin' shit!" bakugou exclaims, shoving his stuff into his bag.

"was not." "were to" "was not!" "were to!" "wa--" "alright, just shut up and lets go home! gotta walk you or else ma would smack the shit out of me for letting a girl walk home alone in the dark." bakugou huffed, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

you laugh, getting up and walking out the door with him.

"oh, how kind of you. almost makes me think you actually have manners." "keep talkin' and i'll fuckin' punch you!" "...i take it back."

a/n :: this was originally gonna be just one long fic but i decided to split it up so it's easier for me (´ ∀ ` *) lmk if you'd like to be tagged in the next parts ! ♡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ. . . [ part two ] [ part three ]

[izudeeilo]

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You can study me

Sero hanta smau

volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.

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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.

But...you can't pick a friend.

Part .1 • Part.3

Part 2

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Ochaco was right when she said this was something you had to see. All of them were really talented and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from the ball flying back and forth between the two teams. You were sitting on the bleachers, book and paper ready in your lap for a good moment to capture. For the time being you had only managed to sketch some quick dynamic poses of the boys.

They were a bit too quick for you to take at least a minute to sketch out something more detailed.

This sport was amazing to see but to practice yourself? a hard no. You were convinced you’d be on the floor sweating and dying before the second set would start. Your stamina wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t the best either and you could see from how much they ran and jumped in such a small space that this would exhaust you more than your school work.

And that’s saying something…

The referee suddenly whistled, signifying the end of the first 2 sets. Mina, who you now knew was the team’s manager, handed them water bottles and towels. Hanta hung his towel around his neck before taking a long sip from his bottle. After he finished, his eyes scanned the bleachers before landing on you. He smiled and winked.

You smile back, a little taken back as you feel your cheeks get a little warm. You wave your hand slightly at him. He turned his head back at Mina and their coach standing next to her, listening to whatever they had to say.

Before you know it they went back on the court, finishing their last sets.

The last whistle echoed in the gym and you whipped your head back to the court and clapped your hands. They all let out a sigh of relief, Kaminari laying on the floor and Kirishima soon joining him.

The coach approached Hanta who lifted his shirt up revealing his lean torso to wipe off the sweat of his face. They began talking and your hand suddenly moved on its own towards your paper. Eyes going up and down as you quickly sketch out the pose he was in.

You finally stop going back to him to now focus more on the details.

Drawing thicker lines on the outside of his body, some small shadows here and there to add more depth. Hair strands falling onto his face, ball in his left hand leaning onto his hip—

“How’s it going?” a voice suddenly said, startling you.

You look up, quickly hiding the drawing with your arms as best as you could. Your body leaning forward awkwardly as you smile.

”Hiii, um great?” you chuckled.

”Did you sketch out some things? Did I good ?” He threw multiple questions at you and wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing way.

Looking the other way, you laugh at his antics.

”Y’all were quite quick but yeah I did draw some things and you did great, amazing even!” You turn your head back. “Your reflexes were crazy out there, you must have trained so hard.” you ramble out.

He looks at your face with a sweet smile on his face and you continue rambling about the game. He tilts his head and asks.

”Can I take a peak?”

You stop talking and meet his eyes “take a peak at what?”

”Your sketches ?” he laughs.

Oh right. You forgot all about them while you were talking his ear off.

”Oh..yeah uh here” you smile awkwardly, handing him the paper and turning your head, kind of embarrassed knowing you chose that moment to draw.

He takes the paper in his hand and scans the multiple drawings, smiling as he recognises his friends. He turns the paper over to reveal the more detailed sketch you had drawn.

His eyes widen slightly as his thumb gently runs over the lines.

“Shit that’s…that’s fucking insane. I look so good” he laughs as he looks at you.

You laugh with him. “You think?”

“Of course, man, that's the greatest I’ve ever looked. You really have amazing skills, you’re going to kill that study, I just know it” he wraps his arms on your shoulder, hugging you from the side.

”You mind if I take a pic of this?” he asks.

”No go ahead!” you answer, relieved that he likes it.

“Wait until my ma hears about her son getting drawn by a pretty girl” he says as he runs off chuckling.

Your mouth hangs open before you yell at him. “Your mom?! Hanta don’t you dare—“ You grab your things and try to catch up with him.

After a few seconds, you stop outside, hands resting on your knees as you try to catch your breath. Looking up, you see Hanta way too far from you, waving his hand at you in a teasing way before disappearing behind some bushes.

You roll your eyes and begin walking to your car, which was parked not too far away.

You arrive at your apartment and are greeted by the smell of warm food. You hang your jacket on the hanger and take your shoes off.

”What’s tonight's menu?” you say.

Two heads pop from the kitchen door.

”We made some chicken stew!” Ochaco and Himiko say at the same time.

“Oh I can’t wait” you smile as you go put your things back in your room. Putting up your hair in a more comfortable hairstyle, you make your way to the living room and sit on the couch with the girls.

“What do y'all want to watch tonight?” Himiko says clicking on the Netflix icon.

”I heard that the Addams Family is on Netflix now” you suggest.

”For real— Perfect, let's watch it!” Ochaco says excitedly as you all begin eating your food.

a/n a shorter chapter this time sorry! i wasn't home last week, so i couldn't work on anything 😭

[rueclfer]

it's not what it seems! // smau

when your roommate has a guest over

izuku midoriya, shinsou hitoshi, sero hanta

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Bakugo as your boyfriend

>He definitely still calls you idiot, dumbass, smartass, and extra even know that your dating but he always make sure it’s known that your HIS dumbass/smartass/idiot/extra.

>Also no one else is aloud to call you those or agree that you are because of he’s honest he don’t really mean it (though he will NEVER tell you that)

>Though many see him as the amazing Dynamite/Bakugo he doesn’t let anyone treat you less than him.

>Bakugo see you as strong and sees you as an equal, he treats you like an equal, and makes sure everyone else does as well.

>He is an aggressive cuddler

>He always walks away during a heated fight to cool off because he’d never want to lose his temper on you. He walks away and cools down so that you two can have a proper talk.

> He is pretty shitty at being romantic, he does really try for you but it usually ended up more of an angry flustered mess (I.e he bought you flowers but got nervous giving them to you so he aggressively shoves them into your hands and mutters out something about how they reminded him of your stupid dumbass as he walked away)

>He is soft on the inside and he really is a good guy to you but sometimes his superiority complex takes over and he messes up

>He is actually really good at remember important dates like anniversary and birthday

>His parents love you and you get along well with both but are really close with his mom and he secretly loves that even if he pretends not to because “you love her more than me 🙄”

[socialkid]

Imagine…

You’re a well known actress, and your name is pretty big. Like Zendaya big. And your fiancé Katsuki Bakugou is your pro hero boyfriend. Perfect couple right? No literally you are. He goes with you to all your interviews, tapes all of your auditions, and manages to get on your set AT LEAST one time.

Well recently you got casted in a show about an zombie outbreak. You play a main yet supporting character named Halle, a 19 year old girl who is apparently the only survivor left of her family.

Lucky for you the producer highly respects your boyfriend, and he’s allowed to watch you on set whenever. He sits in a chair the directors provide for him every time you film.

He usually supports you and he’ll peak at you from his phone a couple times, but it’s nothing he’s never not seen before.

Now when Bakugou’s passing by his staff’s cubicles and work area in his angency, and he keeps hearing them discuss about ‘Dead of Night’ (your new show) he’s genuinely intrigued.

Apparently the show’s gon viral. And everyone is talking about it. “Yeah, you haven’t seen it yet? I swear you live under a rock.” pro hero Charge Bolt told him. I mean technically he has watched it, he watched you film it! But now that he realizes, he can’t even spell out the plot.

So one day when Bakugou finds the time, he plops down on your sofa and clicks on your series.

Safe to say he might be intrigued…

Now when he watches he’s locked in. Snacks and all, and if he blinks he’s rewinding. It’s all he watches, he’s so interested in the show and can be considered a piece of the show’s fandom.

Now when you’re filming the show, Katsuki shows up a whole lot less. When the directors yell cut and your eyes pan to his empty chair. Katsuki gives you every excuse under the sun as to why he didn’t show up a certain day. You figured maybe he just got bored watching you film and didn’t know how to tell you, so you shrugged it off. You had no clue he was heavily avoiding spoilers. You didn’t even know he watched your show.

So a couple years pass and your show gets renewed for it’s third season. Unfortunately this season, Halle meets her fate. You recorded your last scene for the show, episode 10. Not a dry eye from the media.

The day your character’s death airs is a tragic day for your fans. Especially Bakugou. Mid way through the show as he slurps his spicy ramen his jaw is floored when your character passes. Noodles immediately discarded back into the cup.

So when you get back home and your boyfriend is quietly laying down on the sofa, watching a corny kids cartoon, you’re lost. “Hey Kats.” You say hanging your coat on the rack as you entered. He only replied with a mumble, something along the lines of “hey how was filmineejdirk”. The room was dim, the shades were drawn, and your boyfriend showed no signs of getting up. Was he depressed or something?

You quietly sat down next to him, glancing at the colorful show in front of him. “Katssss…what’s wrong?” You finally asked. No response. Then he slowly shifted upwards, now sitting up to face you. “Halle died.” He responded. He actually looked fustrated.

You were actually shook, you weren’t even aware that your boyfriend was one of the shows viewers. It sort of made up for him not being at your interviews and filming days.

“I’m sorry baby, but I mean I’m still here.” You said, now opening your arms out to embrace him. He took the opportunity, and pulled you into his arms, leaning back onto the sofa once again.

“I know,” he muttered into your neck, tickling your skin, “Yer not Halle though.”