#Mirio Togata imagines

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Daddy? Pt. II

𓆩⟡𓆪 Includes- katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, neito monoma, mirio togata x reader. major fluff! surprised/flustered boys! time traveling daughters. bonus content.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Warnings- gn! reader. bakugo cussing. slightly implied mature content. making out. kissing. cuddling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word Count- 22,598

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Intro Scene *ੈ✩‧₊˚

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  I wholeheartedly believe if Bakugo had a daughter she would be a daddy’s girl. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Part I |

Like Father, Like Son. Part I |

⤴ References in Bakugo's section made to fanfic listed.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The wind howled as it rattled the falling leaves from the tree branches, the frigid cold air made the student’s skin bristle as they waited for instructions on their next training exercise. Class A & B both stood around the open field talking amongst themselves as they awaited the arrival of their teachers for the day. 

CLINK! 

CLANK! 

The students’ jerked their heads in the direction of the obnoxiously loud sound of mechanical parts grating against each other. Their eyes widened in a mixture of shock and amazement at the Villain Bots they had fought before making their way onto the open field to join them. All Might and Vlad King led the horde of combat training robots as they acknowledged the students with a simple wave of the hand for a greeting. 

Class A & B were focused as they thought about strategies they would use for their upcoming matches against the bots they had fought not only in the entrance exam, but the sports festival as well. Anticipation and adrenaline started to run rampant through their veins as All Might and Vlad King explained the exercise for the day and how the teams would be split up by work study groups to showcase what they had learned in their time working along Pro Heroes. 

“Yuga Aoyama, Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure! You three will start first!” All Might began. 

“Remember you have fought these combat testing robots before so this isn’t about just defeating them like you’ve done in the past. The goal of this exercise is to use what you have learned to take them down more effectively than before.” All Might announced eagerly, a small smile plastered on his lips as he looked out over the crowd of students. 

The students’ nodded their heads in acknowledgement as determination rose in each of them at his words, the drive to succeed lighting up their eyes. 

“GOT IT!” Mina exclaimed happily as she bounced on her toes. 

“Leave it to us!” Toru’s voice sang out. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The matches flew by quickly as each round of students easily captured and destroyed the Villain bots they were tasked with defeating. Class A & B both expertly harnessed the new techniques they had acquired over the last several weeks, showing just how much they truly improved since the beginning of the school year. 

BOOM!

Bakugo set off a huge explosion bringing down multiple combat bots at once before soaring back through the air to look for more. Todoroki and Midoryia each captured the last of their Villain bots with their quirks and destroyed them easily before All Might Clapped his hands loudly, signaling the end of the training session. 

“You all did great today! I can really tell how much you’ve grown! Go ahead and relax while the field is getting cleaned up.” All Might announced with a bright smile. 

The students cheered happily before they turned to each other to talk about the matches they had witnessed. Kirishima walked excitedly over to his explosive blonde best friend, he thrust a fist in the air as he called out to him. 

“Hey, Bakugo!” 

“Hm.” Bakugo grunted out in response.

“Are you good with winter now?!” Kirishima questioned in wonder, knowing how much he saw the boy rant about the weather. 

“No way, idiot! They were condensed shots, WINTER IS STILL CRAP!” Bakugo roared out in annoyance. 

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with his palm nervously as he listened to Bakugo rant about the cold weather, his eyes closed as he let out a deep sigh at his friend's personality before laughing it off. 

The students of Class 1-A & 1-B continued to talk to each other about the exercise they had just completed, gushing about their fellow classmates and the new techniques and ultimate moves they hadn’t witnessed before. They expressed their awe and support of each other as they gushed about the growth they had all experienced throughout the year. 

BANG!

The ground shook from below their feet and the air crackled in the silence that followed the deafening explosion.

Widened eyes darted fiercely around their environment , the students and teachers moved quickly into fighting stances as they surveyed the surrounding area for the cause of the loud disturbance as they prepared for an attack. 

A few moments of silence followed the echoed ringing of the deafening explosion, as the anxious adrenaline coursed through their veins started to dwindle down due to no visible threat surrounding them. 

“Really Bakugo?! Blowing up the Villain Bots wasn’t enough for you today?! You need to let out some more of your anger, ‘Rage Monster’?!”  Monoma yelled slyly while he looked around  for Bakugo.

“HAH!”

A deep scoff brought everyone's attention towards the explosive blonde who was off in the distance , already getting a head start to find the villain in the surrounding forest area. 

"Are you Stupid?! That wasn't my explosion, you copy/paste leech!"

“LOOK! There’s smoke coming from the forest over there!” Momo screamed while pointing to the treetops where a cloud of pink fog was lifting up into the sky. 

Everyone started to rush after Bakugo and into the forest prepared to fight off the unknown villain waiting for them. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

They stopped at the edge of the slowly dissipating pink swirls of fog, Vlad King and All Might warning the students to step back as they stood on the front lines prepared to fight off the villain as soon as they made an appearance. 

The students strained their eyes to make out a figure in the thick fog as it started to fade into the air. Everyone was focused in a tense moment of silence, the jackhammering of their hearts echoed in their ears as the adrenaline coursed through their veins anxiously. 

Suddenly the fog disappeared, revealing.....

"What the Hell?!" Bakugo screamed trying to grasp the situation.

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"Don't cuss there are children here!" Iida Immediately scolded in response.

"Obviously there are children here four eyes! My question is, why?!" he angrily stated, annoyed.

Katsuki Bakugo:

A four year old girl stood there stunned in shock, before her wide eyes glistened in fear and tears rolled down her round cheeks.

Surprised. At the sight of the small girl, everyone’s nerves calmed down. The building adrenaline had dwindled down as they tried to understand the situation in front of them. Bakugo’s hands twitched in annoyance as he tried to relax his body down from the prepared combat state he was in. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his next to release the tension that had built up in his muscles before grunting under his breath. 

Bakugo’s vermillion eyes glanced back towards the girl that was now being carried in All Might’s arms and gave her a once over. She was being comforted by the retired number one hero, who had managed to transform into his hero form long enough to make the fearful tears disappear. When the girl sniffled and reopened her bright vermillion eyes in awe to stare at the man holding her, Bakugo’s body jolted and tensed up at the sight in surprise. 

Bakugo felt like he was on fire and like he might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath his center, deep in the pit of his stomach. His senses were haywired as he took in the girl’s vermillion eyes that matched his own, his eyes widened as began to connect more familiar traits. The voices around him became static background noise to his mind, which was now filled with racing thoughts of the girl before him. 

The girl’s hair was the perfect shade of y/h/c, and her vermillion eyes that twinkled with happiness as she recognized the retired number one hero looked exactly like you. He kept watching her as he noticed how she would crinkle her nose as she giggled and how the beaming smile that lit up her face was the exact replica of yours. Bakugo could trace back almost every one of her features back to you as if she was a mini version of you, except for the traits that all too clearly came from him. 

She looks like she could be y/n & I’s daughter… 

His thoughts raced back to when his future son, Katsuro last visited the past and how he had briefly mentioned he had a younger sister. Bakugo’s eyes continued to study the girl while deep in thought, questioning if her sudden appearance could be another instance of a surprise love child he shared with you showing up. He knew deep down he couldn’t deny the similarities between you two, but he didn’t want to announce his thoughts until the teachers had finished talking to the kid. 

Fast and heavy footsteps stopped suddenly as two figures appeared at his sides, a firm hand gripped onto one of his shoulders effectively bringing him out of the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. His brows snapped together as he jerked his head angrily in the direction of the hand, Shoto’s stoic heterochromia mixture of gray and turquoise eyes stared back at him evenly. 

“Bakugo, congratulations.” Shoto complimented, a small smile forming on his lips. 

“For what?!” He barked out, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he scrunched up his face.

“On having a daughter.” 

“We don’t know if she’s -” Bakugo started. 

“She looks just like a miniature version of y/n! How could she not be your daughter?” Deku chimed in from his opposite side. 

“Yeah, and it’s not like you haven’t had a time traveling love child appear before.” Shoto agreed. 

“SHUT UP!” 

Bakugo fumed in anger as his voice thundered in the air, he drew his lips back in snarl as he glared at the two boys at his sides. The feeling of a small tug on the pant leg of his hero costume had caused him to whirl around, his eyes flared with furiosity. His body stiffened as he saw the figure of the small girl gazing up at him with wide eyes, her hand shaking slightly as she continued to hold on to his pant leg. 

Paralyzed. The air was weighed down with thick tension as a resounding silence set in over the students as they watched the Bakugo interact with the child. The girl continued to peer up at him, the smile that she had beamed at All Might had faded was replaced by a trembling lip. 

“Daddy?” She questioned, the tear streaked trails still visible on her cheeks. 

Bakugo’s heart sank to his stomach as he met her eyes, his skin burned hot while his body was so stiff with shock that when she addressed him as daddy he couldn’t reply. His mind went numb as he finally accepted the fact that his daughter did in fact come back in time just as his son did, and that she was standing in front of him. His mouth opened wide as he tried to speak the words he was thinking, but no sounds managed to come out. 

“Daddy? Are you mad at me?” 

“WHAT? NO!” 

He shouted suddenly as he reassured her that he wasn’t angry at her, his hands twichted slightly as they hung at his sides. Bakugo slowly reached down to pick up the girl and hold her in his arms. Her eyes searched his as she determined if he was being honest with her, after a moment of silence between them before the corners of her mouth turned up and she beamed a bright smile at him just like yours. 

The hushed conversations that had been taking place around him suddenly got louder as the curiously obnoxious students around him walked closer, crowding around him. The classmates each tried to get a good look at the girl in his arms as they were filled with excitement at meeting another future child of Bakugo’s. 

“OMG! SHE’S SO CUTE!” Mina gushed. 

“Why don’t you hug her like you hugged Katsuro last time?” Mineta slyly asked. 

“Don’t remind me about that!” She wailed. 

Bakugo let a chuckle escape his lips at the memory of the first time Katsuro had met his classmates. His chest rumbled from the vibration of his laughter as Mina whirled around and sent a cold glare in his direction. Deku peered around Bakugo to catch the young girl’s attention, a gentle smile formed on his freckled face as he sent a little wave in greeting. 

"Hello! I'm Izuku Midoryia, but you can call me Deku. What's your name?" ​​

Recognition dawned on the tiny face as her vermillion eyes hardened and she huffed puffing out her cheeks. She turned her head away from the dark green haired man in annoyance while the corners of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up in amusement at the complete rejection his daughter had given his childhood best friend. 

“W-Wha-” Deku stuttered out confused before being interrupted. 

“It’s okay, you can answer the lame nerd's question.” Bakugo chuckled, rejoicing that his daughter is not a fan of Deku. 

“My name is Akari Bakugo and I don’t like you!” She blurted. 

“A-AH! Did I do something wrong?” Deku anxiously replied. 

“I like my daddy more than you! He’s the best and he’s going to beat you!” 

“Oh!” 

“Hah!” 

“That’s right! I am the best, aren’t I Akari?” Bakugo boasted, a wide smile plastered on his lips.

“Daddy is my number one hero!” Akari cheered happily. 

I just met this girl moments ago and she’s already my favorite out of the two… 

Bakugo’s chest rumbled once more as he let out a deep round of laughter, the girl in his arms joined him as her giggles filled the air. His amused eyes softened as he glanced at her bright smiling face, a flush crept up his neck to his ears dusting them a dark shade of crimson as your smiling face came to mind. 

Kirishima wandered over to Bakugo and his daughter that still sat happily in his arms, His deep red eyes glanced at his spiky blonde friend with a deep grin plastered on his lips. He waved to the girl excitedly as he greeted her. 

"Hey Akari, I’m Kirishima but you might already know me as -” 

“Uncle Shitty Hair! Woah! Your hair is even worse now and than before!” She beamed excitedly. 

Bakugo couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips at his daughter’s words, he quickly tried to hide his laughter from Kirishima’s amazed glance as he placed a hand over his mouth. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised upward as they furrowed slightly in defeat, while releasing a lighthearted sigh. 

“I knew that was coming!” He grinned, shaking his head before glancing back towards his friend. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Class A & B continued to crowd around Bakugo and his daughter as they gushed and complimented the girl in his arms. The riotous chatter quickly became tiresome as he got annoyed at the continuous questions and repeated comments thrown his way. 

“HAHA!” 

Monoma’s cackle rang out over the students' conversation, making them turn their heads in the direction of his voice. Once he was sure he had gotten the attention of the crowd, his laughter dwindled down and he narrowed his eyes at the explosive blonde. 

“I can’t believe a ‘Rage Monster’ like you would be so lucky as to have one kid, let alone two. However, I bet your partner is surely regretting it as they take after your appalling behavior!” 

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, vermillion eyes burned with hatred as he glared at the copy quirk blonde haired boy who was still cackling to himself. A vein popped out in his neck as he clenched his jaw, a snarl formed on his face as he drew back his lips. Loud sizzled crackling emitted from his palms as he clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms as he formed a fist. 

Wide blue eyes glanced up to see the fuming blonde’s expression, he nervously backed away from him while he tried to form more sentences to ease his unnerved heart at the sight of the rage filled Bakugo he had enticed. 

“What?! Going to blow me up in front of your daughter just because you don’t like what I have to say?! What a good example you are!” 

Bakugo was about to lunge at him, with Akari in his arms before an army of voices stunned him into freezing where he stood. 

“SHUT UP!” Akari demanded angrily. 

“Monoma! What’s wrong with you?!” Kendo screeched. 

“BAKUGO IS A GOOD FATHER!” Kirishima barked out.

“Don’t talk disrespectfully about our classmate!” Tenya Scolded. 

“Dumbass! Shut up! You don’t know anything!” Jiro cursed out. 

He stared in disbelief at the rallied support he had accumulated as they all turned against Monoma, scolding him for his disrespectful and hateful words. He watched as kendo used her quirk to expand her first and hit the spot on the back of Monoma’s neck that always assured he would pass out quickly and easily. Her face grimaced with embarrassment as she held the sleeping boy and bowed her head in apology directed at him. 

“I’m so sorry about him! We’ve been trying to work on his attitude but it’s still a work in progress!” 

Having everyone defend him irked him a bit, but he could get used to that feeling of amazement he had...

“Heh. Whatever.” He scoffed, trying to calm down his own hatred that he was burning with just moments ago. 

“Hey, Akari! We are having a hot pot party tonight, are you excited?!” Ochaco gushed to his daughter, effectively changing the subject. 

The girl beamed in his arms, her tiny fists raised into the air happily before a bitter wind rushed by the crowd of students. A shiver rippled through her body as she lowered her arms and wrapped them around her father’s neck, moving her head quickly to his shoulder to shield her face from the cold weather. 

“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories! Young Bakugo we will need to talk later to get more information on why she’s here.” All Might announced suddenly catching everyone’s attention. 

Infuriated. After Class 1-A returned to the dormitory, Bakugo had sent a quick text to you in order to inform you of your daughter’s arrival in the past along with a selfie he had taken with her while they walked outside. The photo showcased his shit eating grin as his daughter had her arms wrapped around his neck and placed a peck on his cheek. 

The class had settled down around the lounge area, and some of the students had already started to prepare for the hot pot party that night. Bakugo’s eyes wandered to Akari as he watched from his seat on the couch, she twirled in Kirishima’s arms as her giggles bubbled around the room. 

His attention was broken from the precious carefree moment of his daughter playing as he heard the dormitory doors open, his eyes glanced in the direction to catch All Might and Aizawa walk in the building. 

Aizawa’s tired eyes met him in an even stare, before he surveyed the room his eyes stopped once they saw Akari who was being lifted like an airplane above Kirishima’s head. The teachers continued to walk into the lounge area, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gathered students as they did. 

“Hello, Akari! Remember me? My friend and I were wondering if we could ask you some questions.” All Might probed gently as he extended a hand out to the girl. 

“Um-” She Hesitated, her eyes searching the room for her father. 

Bakugo rose from his seat quickly as he made his way to the worried girl, once he was her eyesight he watched as her shoulders instantly relaxed and he stepped closer to place a hand on her head purposely ruffling her hair with his fingers

She peered up at him with an adorned and love filled gaze, her vermilion eyes twinkled brightly as the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Bakugo’s own expression had softened at the sight of his daughter, his mind had felt relaxed and at peace whenever he would catch a glimpse of her over the last hour or so since she had appeared. He couldn’t help but think of you whenever he looked at Akari, the similarity was remarkable between the two of you. 

“Yes!” Akari answered confidently before being led to one of the couches. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket wildly as he picked up the girl who was struggling to climb up the couch on her own. He sat down with a deep sigh as his muscles relaxed instantly and he placed Akari into a sitting position in his lap, his other hand lazily pulled the phone out of his pocket. 

Your name illuminated the screen as the request for a video chat continued to buzz, he accepted eagerly and watched as your face appeared swiftly onto the phone screen. His other hand wrapped safely around his daughter’s waist to ensure she wouldn’t fall from his waist. 

“Our daughter is there?! How?!” Your warm voice radiated from the phone. 

“Yeah, do you want to say hi?” 

“Of course I want to say hi!” 

Bakugo moved the phone towards the bubbly girl who was desperately trying to peer at the person on the screen. An amused smile grazed his lips as he contemplated holding the phone out of her reach just to see her reaction before his expression softened and he smiled warmly down at the girl in his lap. 

“Hi sweetie! I’m so happy to see you! I’m sorry I can’t be there in person but I go to a different school.” You greeted and apologized sweetly as Akari came into view. 

“It’s okay! Will I be able to see you soon?” 

“Yes! Your dad and I will plan something so that we can all see each other.” 

“Akari is about to tell us what happened for her to show up here if you want to stay on the phone and listen.” Bakugo mentioned. 

“Okay! Don’t hang up on me Katsuki!” 

“Keh?! Why would I?!” 

“I know how you are when you get angry about something, you completely forget I’m on the phone and hang up on me. Remember when we were studying over facetime together and Kaminari kept knocking on your door until you got annoyed and-” 

“That’s completely different! That fucker needed to die for being so goddamn annoying!”

“Katsuki! Language!” You scolded. 

From across the room Jiro narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the electric blonde across the table from her, the brows on her forehead drew together as she whispered towards him while still trying to listen to the conversation going on between the couple. 

“Kaminari… You interrupted their study date?” 

“Yeah, I still remember the face he had when he yanked open the door.” He began as a visible shiver ran through his body and his face paled. “It was horrifying!” 

“That’s what you get for cockblocking him, idiot!” Mineta chimed in loudly enough to make Akari’s ears perk up. 

“How was I supposed to know he was having a Facetime date?! I just wanted to see if I could borrow some of his notes since I fell asleep in class that day!” 

Akari observed the students talk with a look of wonder in her eyes, before she turned her head back towards her father who was still grumbling to her mother over the phone. She tilted in her head before lifting a small hand up and poking her father’s cheek, a bright smile lit up her face once he instantly stopped talking and glanced down at her instead. He raised a brow questioningly as peered down at her, his eyes softening the longer he looked into her own as a pink dusted the tips of his ears at her poking his cheek. 

“What?” He huffed out. 

“What’s a cockblock?” She asked curiously. 

“H-HAH?!”

Bakugo’s body temperature dropped as he stiffened, the grip on his phone tightening while the color drained from his face. He could faintly hear you gasp loudly as well as a few other gasps from the surrounding classmates before the room went silent. A muscle tightened in his jaw as he slowly turned his head towards where he heard that expression being said from earlier. His pupils flared as he locked eyes onto the short boy who was trembling in fear, sending him a heated glare while clenching his fits that were twitching with anticipation of setting off an explosion his way. 

“AYE! Perverted runt, you’re going to-” 

AHEM!

Aizawa cleared his throat loudly while his tired eyes glowed a vibrant red, the messy raven black locks floated off his shoulders as he activated his quirk and sent a chilling glare to everyone in the room. 

"I think it's about time we start." Aizawa called out. 

Silence filled the air as the tension rose in the room, Aizawa and All Might sat stiffly on the couch as he motioned for Akari to start talking about what led her here. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Aizawa scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while All Might sat beside him and listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before briefly mentioning her brother.   

"Katsuro and my cousin Suzume were going to the park to play and I really wanted to play with them! He didn’t want to let me join because he said I was too much of a baby, but daddy threatened him to take me or else he wouldn’t visit Uncle Deku for a month.”

“The last time Katsuro came here, I told him he should try not to visit anymore since it could cause issues in the future.” He interrupted suddenly. 

“Well-” Akari began. 

Bakugou raked his fingers through his hair as he processed the information being told by his future daughter. His eyes glanced tentatively toward Akari who had thrown her hands in the air widely to express her emotions while she talked. He smiled softly at his daughter as she continued to explain the situation, not noticing how lovingly he was staring at her. 

"When we got to the park he kept leaving me out of all the games they were playing and so I got mad and yelled at him…” Her head ducked downwards as she continued. “Then he told me someone who doesn’t even have a quirk yet like me shouldn’t try to play with older kids.” 

And here I thought he couldn’t test my limit any further when it came to me wanting to beat him up… 

I was wrong… 

“THAT LITTLE SHIT!” Bakugo snarled. 

“Katsuki, as much as I agree with you right now. Language!” You scolded through the phone. 

He grumbled with annoyance and he ran his fingers gently through Akari’s hair, twirling a strand around his finger as he urged the girl in his lap to continue where she left off.  

“I called him an angry pomeranian whose quirk was no better than a dollar store firecracker! All his friends laughed and so he ordered Suzume to send me away as punishment, at first she refused but he told her that if she didn't do it then she wouldn’t be able to be a part of his group anymore.” 

“Then she sent you here.” Aizawa stated bluntly while he rubbed his temple in frustration. 

“Yes.” She nodded. 

No. Now I’m going to kill that kid… 

How could he be so irresponsible when it comes to his little sister?…  

A whistle sounded through the air as Kaminari stood from his seat and walked carelessly towards the explosive blonde on the couch, a sly smirk etched into his lips as he mocked the boy. 

“Woah! He’s acting as much like a villain as his dad does.” 

“I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN ASSWIPE!” Bakugo roared, moving Akari to sit on the couch while he stood up angrily. 

“It sounds exactly like something you would do Bakugo.” 

“I would never send my little sister to the past, the little shit deserves what’s coming to him.” 

“What do you mean?” Mina questioned while tilting her head at him. 

“If my future self is just as enraged as I am right now, he’s going to regret being -” 

“A little shit!” Akari chimed in happily while throwing up her fists in the air. 

The tension that filled the air from earlier dissipated as resounding laughter that overtook the room. The students laughed at how excitedly she had repeated the cuss words from her father and a chuckle escaped past Bakugo’s lips before he could stop it, he placed a hand on her head as he ruffled her hair playfully. She looked up at him with an awestruck expression as she saw his softened features, the bright smile that caressed his lips and the relaxed eyebrows that were usually sharp and focused. 

“That’s right princess.” 

Bakugo picked up the girl in his arms once again as he pressed his forehead to hers and stared into her vermillion orbs. “I’ll bring down any runt that threatens you, even your brother got it!” 

“Yes Daddy!” She beamed before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him happily. 

“Oh Daddy… You hung up the call when you were yelling at the pikachu knockoff earlier..” 

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Amazed. After you had arrived at the dormitory, Bakugo had taken over the job of recutting and proportioning the vegetables Shoto had brutally diced while you entertained the bubbly four year old. All Might insisted on having you over for the hot pot party and even managed to get you a visitor pass for the next few weeks depending on how long it takes for Akari to go back to the future. 

His eyes wandered over to you, Akari sitting diligently on the floor in front of you as you lean down from your sitting position on the couch to brush through her hair. The way your hands moved effortlessly without a wasted movement as you began styling the girl’s hair made him stop moving to observe. 

Akari had requested for him to style her hair into pigtails earlier that afternoon, however after three failed attempts of the pigtails being asymmetrical and Toru’s non-stop laughing she had fired him from the job. He watched you effortlessly pull the hair on one side of her head into a hair tie to secure it into place, before quickly moving to the other side of her head. You made it look so easy as he watched you gliding your fingers through Akari’s y/h/c hair. 

A line appeared between Bakugo’s eyebrows as he closed his eyes for a moment to think about his failed attempts from before. When Akari had asked him excitedly he didn’t think it would be too much of a hassle for him, something as straightforward as putting hair into place should be easy for him. Yet, even after watching tutorials and Mina assuring him of the steps, he still failed. 

Your hands gently finished the styled hair off with two ribbons as Akari’s giggles filled the room. Bakugo’s vermillion eyes widened slightly in amazement at how symmetrical and neat the girl’s hair looked compared to when he had tried earlier. 

You made it look so easy…

Wait, there’s no way I’m as bad at styling hair as Shoto is at cooking right?...

A tiny tug on his shirt broke Bakugo from the racing thoughts that plagued his mind, his eyes peered down to see the beaming smile etched into his daughter’s lips. Her eyes twinkled with happiness as she bounced on her toys at his side, her styled y/h/c hair gracefully flowing by the sides of her face as she did so. The black and orange ribbons that were skillfully shaped into bows at the top of the girls pigtails caught his attention, and his eyes softened as he smiled down at his daughter. 

“Daddy! Look! The ribbons are like your hero costume!” She cheered. 

“I see that princess, you look beautiful.” 

The ends of the ribbons danced gracefully through her hair every time she moved and she happily went around to the classmates as they continued cooking to show them the masterpiece you had created. 

“AWE! How cute! You must really be a fan of Bakugo! ” Ochaco gushed. 

“Yes! Daddy will always be my favorite hero and I want to be just like him!” 

“Did you hear that Bakugo?! It must be nice to have your first fan.” Kirishima laughed. 

“She’s my daughter! Of course she’s a fan of me, Shitty Hair.” 

Bakugo’s eyes drifted back to where Akari was running back towards where you were on the couch, a bright smile still lit up her face as she jumped into the spot beside you. The black and orange ribbons caught his attention once more as a small smirk formed on his lips. 

 I’m definitely going to get her a mini version of my hero costume…

He made his way over to the couch that the two of you were currently sitting on while you scrolled through Youtube videos for Akari to watch. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, as you immediately relaxed into his warm touch. You tilted your head back as you glanced at the spiky blonde boy towering over you, his soft expression making your heart flutter in your chest. 

“How did you style her hair so quickly?” He questioned as he moved his fingers to run through your hair. 

“Well I used to style my own quite a lot growing up so I still remembered it. Plus, my classmates will ask me to do their hair for them from time to time.” 

“Hm.” He mumbled under his breath as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You know if you want to learn, you can practice styling my hair while I walk you through the steps.” 

“As if I need help! It’s not hard, I just wasn’t used to doing it.” He grumbled as the tips of his ears dusted with a tint of pink. 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as you quickly tried to hide your amusement by covering your mouth with your hand. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you closed your eyes in hopes of not meeting his irritated eyes as they shot back down at you. 

“I am going to practice on you though, so after the party be prepared because you aren’t leaving until I’m better than you!” He boasted. 

“What?!”

“Why are you so shocked? You did offer for me to practice on you, right dummy? Your hair is longer than mine so it just makes more sense for me to use you.” 

“Yes, of course! I can’t wait!” You laughed out while reaching a hand upwards to caress his cheek. 

“BAKUGO! Did you forget that you are supposed to help with the cooking?!” Tenya called out from the kitchen. 

“Yeah Bakugo! If you don’t help you aren’t getting anything and we will give extra portions to y/n and Akari instead.” Kaminari chimed in.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo growled, his eyes flashed with anger as he turned towards his classmates. “I was only gone for a moment you Idiots! You are all just worried because you can’t cook to save your lives!”

Amused. He had noticed over the last few days of Akari being at U.A. that even though she didn’t act exactly like him like his son Katsuro did, her personality was still influenced heavily by him. Bakugo loved the fact that his daughter is a daddy’s girl and absolutely revels in the fact that he’s her favorite hero, he couldn’t help the prideful smile that would take over his lips every time she cheered him on. 

The day had come where the work study students had to commute to their assigned agencies, Akari tagged along with Bakugo and the others since she would be able to stay in the dorm rooms Endeavor provided for the employee’s. 

The agency was loud and bustling when they had arrived, employee’s were fast paced and rushing around the building as they worked barely even sparing a glance at the three students and the child. Akari’s eyes widened in wonder as she glanced around the building as they walked to the office, her tiny hand clasped in Bakugo’s to keep her from wandering off.  

Endeavor jerked his head in the direction of the door as it opened, documents still held tightly in his hands as he watched his son and the other work study students walk into the room. The additional appearance of a child immediately caught his attention and his turquoise eyes narrowed as he studied the girl walking beside Bakugo hand in hand.  

“Bakugo, another one?” Endeavor questioned. 

“Does that surprise you Old Man?” He taunted and cocked his head in the direction of the girl beside him. “This is my daughter, Akari.” 

She waved at him in greeting before her eyes glanced around the office once more, the corners of her lips turning up as she smiled to herself. 

“Hm. How did she get here?” 

Tsk! 

Bakugo’s jaw clenched as he replayed the memory of Akari explaining how she ended up in the past. He lowered his head in anger as he glared at the floor beneath his feet, his hands tightened into fists before he shoved them into his pockets. 

“Katsuro-” He grumbled before being interrupted. 

“Didn’t Aizawa warn him to stop making trips to the past after the last visit?” Endeavor interjected harshly. 

“Yeah, but -” 

“I guess your future self can’t seem to manage his own children.” 

“FUCKING LET ME TALK YOU ASSHOLE!” Bakugo roared out in frustration. 

“Essentially, his son Katsuro had forcefully sent Akari back in time.” Shoto briefly explained while Bakugo’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm his angered breathing. “Bakugo, have you noticed how long they usually stay in the past?” 

“They are my kids, Icy Hot! Anything you would notice I would notice first, got it?!” 

“Right, well I noticed that Katsuro would stay in the past for 1 to 2 weeks and it’s already been about a week since Akari arrived so she should be returning soon.” 

“Woah! That’s a good observation Todoroki!” Deku agreed while his eyes lit up at the information. 

“Whatever!” Bakugo mumbled out in Irritation. 

Every time that half and half bastard speaks I want to punch him… 

I already knew that information, the ones who didn’t realize the pattern would be idiots…

Endeavor's eyes drifted back towards the girl while Bakugo and Shoto bickered voices turned into background noise. Akari walked confidently over to his desk and peered up at him with bright shining eyes and a smirk playing on her lips. 

“Do you need something child?” 

“So you are the current number one hero, Old Man?” Akari questioned in a mocking tone. 

“Yes.” 

“You seem like a jerk!”

Akari’s hand was still raised in the air from when she pointed a finger and accused him of his bad personality as the bickering from moments ago suddenly stopped and the room turned silent. 

The silence was quickly replaced by puffs of laughter that escaped Bakugo and Shoto who were desperately trying to hold back their amusement at the interaction. Deku anxiously tried to shush the boys from laughing too hard while timidly glancing back and forth between the number one hero and his friends. Endeavor sighed while moving a hand to rub at his temple from the growing headache he was experiencing, his eyes flared with annoyance as he sent a pointed glare in Bakugo’s direction. 

“It seems a delinquent can only raise more delinquents.” 

“At least my kids actually like me!” Bakugo sneered in response to his jab. 

Endeavor narrowed his eyes before glancing towards Shoto briefly, he opened his mouth to respond but the sound of a hand hitting his desk suddenly had stopped him before any words came out. Akari’s palm was still flat on the desk from where she had slapped the wood as she challenged the hero sitting in front of her. 

“My daddy is going to surpass you and become the number one hero! Just wait and see!” She boomed as her eyes lit up passionately. 

Yep, that’s definitely my daughter!

Fulfilled. On the night of the hot pot party, Akari had asked Bakugo and you how long it would take for her to manifest her quirk. The two of you had agreed that her quirk would appear at any time before or after she turned five years old but she seemed disheartened by the news. You and him had comforted the girl and explained that there was no need to feel rushed into manifesting a quirk, but Bakugo knew deep down that his daughter wanted to grow up quickly so her brother wouldn’t leave her behind. 

Akari and Eri played outside the dormitory while Bakugo watched from his seat beside you on the porch. Your head leaned against his shoulder as you yawned slightly and closed your eyes. A gentle breeze flew by and sent a shiver running down your spine before making you relax into his radiating warmth further. 

The girls continued giggles echoed into his ears as he took in the sight of his daughter happily playing with another child, his normally hardened eyes became gentle and his sharp eyebrows relaxed. Akari turned suddenly towards him and waved happily before whirling her body back around towards Eri, leaving him with a peaceful smile resting on his lips. 

Bakugo turned his head towards you and placed a quick and gentle kiss on your forehead before anyone else could see the act of PDA that occurred. Your eyes shot open in response as you quickly removed your head from his shoulder and looked up at him in surprise. 

“What was that for?” 

“I can’t kiss the person I’m dating?” 

“You don’t like to kiss me in public.” 

“I felt like it this time.” 

The heat rushed to your face as a blush crept onto your cheeks at his intense gaze that lingered on your lips. Your eyes lingered on his before slowly drifting down to his lips in anticipation, he leaned closer as he slowly advanced towards your lips. 

“You got a problem with that?” He breathed the question as he ghosted over your lips. 

“N-No-” You stuttered out before getting interrupted by sudden cries that filled the air. 

Bakugo and you pulled away from each other quickly as his eyes darted around the area searching for Akari. When his eyes landed on the girl, he jumped to his feet and ran towards his daughter who was sitting on her knees in the grass while Eri stroked her shoulder with an anxious expression on her face. His feet landed harshly on the ground next to his daughter before he leaned down and pulled the girl into his arms, while ran towards the scene with a worried expression and comforted the anxious looking Eri. 

“What happened?” You asked Eri gently as Bakugo continued to hold Akari protectively in his arms. 

“We were playing, but then Akari said her hands were feeling weird and she was in pain.” 

Bakugo glanced down at his daughter with eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Your hands are feeling weird?” 

“Daddy, they are tingling and it won’t stop!” Akari sniffled out as she peered up at him. 

He reached his hand out to take hold of hers and felt the warm heat that was radiating off of them. The traces of sweat trailing down her burnt red palms caught his attention and the slight scent of caramelized sugar filled his nose. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced towards you and met your questioning gaze, he nodded his head in your direction as he answered your unvoiced questions. 

When he had manifested his quirk he had the same tingling feeling appear in his hands and he knew it wouldn’t dissipate until she had set off a couple of sparks to ease her hands that were building up heat. 

“Akari, try flexing your hands like this.” Bakugo instructed as he showed her what to do. 

“Will it make the tingling go away?”

“You’ll see.” 

Akari flexed her hands as she was shown a few times with her brows knitted together in  frustration, she bit her lip as she focused on the muscles in her hands and felt a jolt rush through her arms. Her palms lit up as crackles popped and sizzled from her hands, the tingling feeling dwindling down the more she used her quirk. Her vermillion eyes lit up as she glanced up at her father and you happily with a beaming smile on her lips. 

“I GOT MY QUIRK!” 

“Yes, you got your quirk!” You cheered with her as she continued to show off the small crackling sparks in her hands. 

“Daddy! I can really be just like you now because I have the same quirk.” 

“Princess, you can do anything.” Bakugo said gently before he placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair. 

“Now that you got your quirk, the first thing I want you to do when you go back to the future is beat up that little -” Bakugo started.  

“Bakugo! No!” You interrupted with a glare that he chose to ignore. 

“Beat up that little shithead! No one gets to talk down to you, understand?” 

“Yes Daddy!”

Depressed. A few days had passed since Akari manifested her quirk and the time seemed to rush by quickly as you and Bakugo took care of the girl in between classes and work studies.  Occasionally you two would switch off in rounds of who Akari would stay with for the night since you both attended different academies, however you had persuaded Aizawa into letting you stay over that night due to Akari’s pleading to fall asleep beside the both of them. 

Kirishima and Mina chased the girl around the lounge area as her giggles filled the room, Bakugo’s eyes drifted towards the group as he lazily slung his arm over your shoulder and yawned. 

“Are you tired? I know you usually go to sleep early.” You questioned as you extended a hand towards his face and trailed your fingers over his sharp knitted eyebrows. 

“I can stay up a bit longer. Also, I feel too comfortable beside you right now to move” He grumbled out tiredly as he leaned into your touch. 

“I’ll be beside you in bed, you know.” 

His eyes darkened slightly as a playful smirk formed on his lips, his gaze intensifying as he saw your cheeks heat up with a scarlet blush as you realized this would be the first time sharing a bed together. 

“Are you trying to tempt me y/n?” Bakugo teased trying to push down the blush that was attempting to dust his cheeks. 

“N-No, I was just-” 

“Telling me to take you to bed?” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

Bakugo rose from his seat suddenly and stretched his arms before he called Akari over to him. Your eyes widened at the quick change of mind he had, when just moments ago he was too tired to move from his spot. 

“Where are you going?” 

Bakugo chuckled at your anxious reaction as he shot a playful smirk over his shoulder. “Your seduction attempt succeeded in waking me up.” 

“I was not seducing you!” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Are you coming to my room or not?” Bakugo questioned as Akari ran to his side eagerly. 

“Yes.” You shyly replied with a flushed face from the teasing you had endured. 

Bakugo lifted the little girl and carried her with one arm while he extended the other hand out towards you. Your eyes glanced up at him questioningly but when no response came from his lips, you had taken his hand in yours and he effortlessly helped you rise from the couch. The two of you continued to walk hand in hand to his dorm room while he carried Akari with his other arm. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The three of you slept peacefully that night, cuddled together in the small yet comfortable space of his dormitory bed. Your eyes fluttered open as a bright light flashed into the darkness of the room, disturbing your peaceful sleep. 

Your eyes adjusted to the light as you blinked and lifted your head to process what was going on. Your sleep filled brain is having trouble processing the sudden information so quickly after being forced awake. When your eyes finally adjusted to the light that engulfed your daughter and the pink mist that started to appear around her body, your eyes widened in shock. 

Your hands hurriedly grabbed onto Bakugo and as you eagerly shook his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. After a few moments his eyes slowly opened and instantly glanced at the light and growing fog beside them. 

His expression fell at the sight before he peered down at you with saddened eyes, and you extended a hand towards his face to caress his cheek to comfort him. You knew how much he loved Akari and having her around the last two weeks caused him to grow attached to her more than you believe he realized. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly in a hug as he tried to stop himself from yanking the girl from the fog and waking her up so she wouldn’t leave. 

When the fog had finally disappeared once more, taking the girl back to the future, his head drooped as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. Silence filled the room as you continued to comfort him with gentle caresses and softly kissing his jawline and cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“No.” He mumbled out under his breath, the saddened tone causing your heart to ache. 

“Is there anything you need?” 

“Yeah..” He trailed off while he pondered over his words. “You. I just need you to not leave me right now.”

The hammering in your chest echoed loudly in your ears as you blushed furiously at his request. You continued to stay in his tight embrace focusing your thoughts on the gentle comforting touches you would leave across his skin. 

 His lips moved greedily in search of yours after you had placed a kiss on his cheek and leaned away for a moment, one of his hands moved from the tight grip around your waist to the back of your neck pulling you back towards him. 

His eyes closed once more as his lips hastily locked against yours as he passionately kissed you. The feeling was intense, so intense that you felt as if you would get lost in the heat and the sweet caramel scent that was radiating off of him. 

Sighs and moans passed between their meeting lips, filling the emptiness of the room, both you and Bakugo having to fight to not lose composure completely in the heated moment. Though out of the two of them, it was you having the harder time restricting yourself as you whined in displeasure when Bakugo pulled back for a moment to catch his breath. 

His eyes met yours as he peered down at you and the heated gaze suddenly turned somber once more as he looked up towards the ceiling sighing. “It gets harder each time I have to say goodbye to them.” 

“It’s not really goodbye, not truly. You’ll see them again in the future and then you’ll never have to say goodbye again.” 

“I don’t want them coming back again, I don’t think I can go through this one more time.” 

“I know and I have a feeling there won’t be any more trips.” 

“Akari looked so much like you, it left me speechless at how beautiful she was when I first saw her.” 

“Now you know how I felt when I saw Katsuro.” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his sleep tousled hair. 

“Let's go back to sleep, we have class in the morning.” He grumbled out after he took a glance at the time on his phone. 

“Do you want to talk some more?” 

“No, I’m just glad you were here because I think it would be harder for me if you weren’t.” 

“I’ll always be here for you Katsuki.” 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

Confident. The rest of that night was warm and needy cuddles between you two as you both peacefully fell back into a deep sleep. The sun rose high into the sky and shined brightly through the crack in the curtains and lit up the darkness of the room, waking you up in the process as you groaned at the sunlight hitting your tired eyes. 

“I take it you're not a morning person?” A deep sleep filled voice roused out. 

You turned your head in the direction of the voice to see Bakugo sitting up in the bed beside you, his hair tousled messily as he rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. 

“I hate mornings.” 

Bakugo chuckled lightly as he reached a hand down to your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “That makes sense.” 

“Hmm.” You hummed in agreement before continuing. “How are you feeling?” 

“Better actually, sleeping next to you helps that's for sure.” 

“Haha, stop teasing me.” 

“I’m being serious, I actually feel better today. Remember what you said last night about it not being goodbye forever?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You're right I’ll see them again, and the harder I work the sooner I get to having a family with you.” He said confidently. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m thinking as soon as I hit the charts of the hero board we should reward ourselves with a family.” 

“Katsuki!” You said playfully as you slapped his chest. 

“What? You want to have kids before then?” He teased. 

“We need to get married first.” 

“Who said we weren’t?” He replied as he peered down at you with a smirk on his lips. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

“GET OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!” Akari barked out at the dark green haired boy as she imitated her father. 

“Woah! Mini Kaachan!” He exclaimed as he took in the girl’s appearance. 

“I said move it loser!” Akari ordered again. 

Deku moved out of the way nervously as he watched Akari and Bakugo walk into the lounge area, Bakugo threw a proud look over his shoulder as he passed him with a shiteating grin etched onto his face. 

The students in the lounge area immediately stopped what they were doing to focus on the costume-clad daughter of Bakugo who walked into the room with a proud smile on her lips at her first attempt of imitating her father. 

“OMG! THAT’S ADORABLE!” Mina exclaimed at the sight of Akari in a mini version of Bakugo’s hero costume. 

“Bakugo Cosplay?” Sero questioned in amazement.

“What should we call you Akari?! Mini Lord Explosion Murder?!” Kirishima gushed watching as the four year old showed off her costume. 

“No! I’m Princess Explosion Murder, get it right Uncle Shitty Hair!” 

“AH! Of course, my bad!” 

Akari climbed up on the coffee table suddenly in order to feel more equal in height to the students around her in the room before she continued talking. 

“I’m going to beat all of you extras and become the number one hero!” She exclaimed loudly. 

Bakugo leaned his back against a wall as he watched her in pride, the grin plastered across his face never dropping. The sight of his daughter in his costume was even better than he imagined and watching her imitate him was the best thing he could ask for to make his day. His thoughts trailed off as the loud and rowdy students laughed and gushed at Akari’s attempts at Bakugo cosplay. 

I wonder how y/n would look in my colors…

Eijiro Kirishima:

A five year old girl stood there before them, fear clearly written on her face as tears welled up in her eyes. 

Shocked. At the sight of the child, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation, Including Kirishima who breathed out a lengthy sigh of relief. He took another glance towards the girl that was now being comforted by All Might as he tried to use his hero form to show the girl she was safe. 

His body froze as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick inhale and exhale. The girl looked similar to him in too many ways for him to not be shocked by her appearance, each trait he found in the girl became more familiar to him the more he saw. 

The girl’s hair ran long and dipped below her shoulders, it was primarily black with one money piece section that framed her face being y/h/c shade. Her bright y/e/c eyes sparkled as she stared at All Might’s hero form, reminding him of you whenever you got excited about something. The little nose that he saw twitch as she sniffled and wiped away the remaining of her tears looked identical to your own. The smile that overtook the quivering lip beamed brightly up at All Might, a smile he believed originally belonged to him paired with cute little dimples on the side that matched your own. 

No one except Mina and you knew what he had looked like before attending U.A., so he knew that no one would pick up on the glaringly obvious traits he had pieced together so quickly. His mind raced for possibilities of how this could be possible, or if it was just a coincidence that a child existed somewhere who managed to look like a perfect mixture of you and him. 

She really looks like she could be y/n and I’s secret love child…

A hand slapped his shoulder roughly, breaking him from his thoughts as he turned his head in shock at the sudden attack. Mina’s furrowed eyebrows and questioning eyes greeted him along with you being pulled behind her, you looked just as surprised as him as he saw your eyes take another glance towards the girl. 

“Do you two have something to tell me?! Like maybe why there's a five year old girl who looks like your child in All Might’s arms right now?!” Mina whispered harshly as she tried to keep her observations from the other students. 

“N-no.” You stammered out still trying to process your thoughts. 

“We didn’t have a secret love child!” Kirishima whispered harshly back. “We are just as surprised by her appearance as you are.” 

“How is it possible that she looks so similar to us?” You questioned under your breath. 

Kirishima stared into your eyes as he felt a warm flush spread across his face at the thought of having a child with you. He tried to stay calm as his chest pounded wildly but he knew deep down there had to be a possibility of the girl being his daughter, his mind reeled from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Baffled. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful cheer filled the air. The girl had managed to see you and Kirishima once she had looked around at the students, her finger was high in the air as it pointed directly at the group that had been debating the child’s origins just moments before. 

“Daddy!” The girl shouted happily as everyone froze at her statement. 

Kirishima felt his classmate’s eyes wander over to him as they jerked their heads in the direction the girl was pointing. The blush that had been burning his cheeks had turned crimson as it crept to his neck and ears, blood rushing to his head at being addressed ‘daddy’ by a child he could only imagine his future daughter to look like.  

"Do you know this kid Shitty Hair?" Bakugo grumbled out as he questioned. 

He shook his head ‘no’ slightly in surprise, before he saw how the girl’s smile dropped at his rejection. Her lower lip quivered as tears shimmered in her eyes at the realization that the father she knew didn’t know who she saw, All Might nervously tried to make the girl smile once more before she started crying again. 

“Daddy?” She sniffled as she locked eyes with Kirishima. 

The weight of his guilt of rejecting her bore down on him, making his chest feel heavy and tight. He felt like he was suffocating under the pressure of his mistake because he knew deep down she was his daughter even if he didn’t know how or why she was there, he knew she was his. 

“I’m sorry, I was wrong. She is my daughter.” Kirishima blurted out as he extended his arms towards the girl in an invitation for her to come to him. 

The girl quickly managed to escape from All Might’s arms as she jumped down and ran straight to Kirishima, jumping into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. 

“Daddy, why did you say you didn’t know me?” The girl cried into his shoulder, letting the tears fall freely down her face and onto his skin. 

“I was just a bit surprised to see you here so suddenly, I’m sorry that was very mean of me huh?” 

“Yes! It was very mean!” 

“I won’t do it again, I promise.” 

“Pinky swear?” She asked cutely, finally lifting her head from his shoulder while extending her pinky upwards. 

He locked his pinky finger around her tiny one and repeated her words confidently. “Pinky swear!” 

Everyone watched the interaction between the two in shock and amazement at the developed information they had to process. Questioning glances were sent his way from his classmates as they tried to figure out what was going on and if the child was really his or not, while he just returned each glance he met with a nervous smile before anxiously turning towards you to see your reaction.

You smiled softly in return and placed a comforting hand on his arm to reassure him that you weren’t angry that he had claimed the girl without talking to you beforehand. In fact you were going to urge him to accept her just as he did when you saw how broken she looked at him rejecting her. 

"Kirishima and y/n have kids!?!?" Tetsutetsu bellowed loudly as he figured out who the other parent would obviously be. 

Chaos erupted as Kirishima wrapped his free arm that wasn’t holding his new daughter around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter with his other hand. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you proudly, not reacting to the chaos swirling around his newly formed family but instead mentally trying to process now having a daughter out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Kirishima’s hand held you protectively to him. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. You two have been dating almost since the beginning of the year, but as you glanced up at him you believed this was the coolest you have ever seen him. He was so prepared to protect and defend you and this girl that he wholeheartedly knew was his daughter. In this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a real family. 

Tetsutetsu made his way over to the newly formed family as he admired Kirishima in awe, he bowed his head quickly before raising his head once more to lock eyes with the red headed boy. 

“You really are a man! I respect you for taking care of your family!” 

Kirishima’s skin burned from crimson to a scarlet shade at the honest compliment given to him by his class b counterpart. While you giggled at his side at how flustered Kirishima became from becoming a father. 

Vlad King managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories. "We are stopping classes here today while we investigate what is happening, everyone return to your dormitories.”

Fascinated. After comforting the girl at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from her. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for a five year old to understand and much less intimidating than when Vlad King had attempted to question the girl.Your ability to be calm and collected in this situation mesmerized him, was the sudden appearance of a child not as shocking to you as it was for him? He seemed to be the only one out of the two of you that was struggling to process the situation since every time she called him ‘daddy’ his mind would freeze out of joy and shock from the acquirement of the title. 

"My name is Emiko Kirishima!" The girl happily introduced herself to the students.

The sight of the girl’s bright smile and her eyes gleaming with happiness had everybody in the room beaming with joy as she quickly fit into your group of friends that were gushing over her cuteness. Her smiles lit up the room and eased the tension that had weighed on the student’s shoulders from earlier, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you watched her. 

And then there was Kirishima, sitting beside you on the sofa with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pulled you close and intertwined your fingers with his. You couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on your lips as you leaned into him, and he laid his head on top of yours. This was an unexpected turn in your relationship since neither of you planned on having a daughter so suddenly thrown onto you, but in this moment with Emiko laughing happily with the rest of your classmates and you two sitting together in peace it was a turn of events that you didn’t mind happening.

“She’s here because of me, well technically my quirk.” you stated nervously while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

“What do you mean?” 

“You know how my quirk is time skip? I can go back or forward in time up to five seconds. Well it seems her quirk is a mutation from mine and she accidentally sent herself here after manifesting it.”

“Woah! It’s amazing that she has such a strong quirk especially when she just manifested it!” Kirishima boasted. 

“I bet with a quirk like that she will be a great hero some day, well if that’s what she wants to do when she gets older that is!”

You lowered your head as you grimaced at his praise of the quirk she inherited from you, feeling guilt take over your restless thoughts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your gaze trained in the floor beneath your feet before his voice broke you out of the self doubt that had plagued your mind. 

“Y/N-” He muttered under his breath with the corners of his lips turning downward. 

“Just because her quirk is related to yours doesn’t mean it’s your fault that she’s here.” 

“She doesn’t know how to use her quirk yet, so she won’t be able to get back home on her own and if I didn’t have this quirk I wouldn’t have passed it onto her and caused her to feel so helpless.” 

“Don’t say that. Your quirk is one of the many reasons we met and will someday have that beautiful girl over there, everything is going to be okay. We will get her back home, I promise.” He reassured you. “Look at her smiling and laughing with Kaminari right now, I don’t think she’s too worried about it either because she believes in us.”

“You’re right! I’ll believe in us too.”

When his eyes met yours, it was clear that he was filled with assurance. A gentle smile came across his face in response to the connection between you two. It was a moment full of warmth and admiration. Seeing this, you suddenly felt a wave of calmness wash over you. It was a state of mind that allowed you to let go of all your worries, doubts, and fears. It allowed you to feel safe in a world where no one could harm you. And for a brief moment in time, it gave you the impression that you were invincible. After all, what could possibly go wrong with  this great man and the person he thought so highly of? 

"I do not know what will happen in the future. But I want you to know that I will always try to keep you and our child safe." He said confidently.

“How chivalrous of you! Talking like that makes you seem very manly.”  

”Of course, I will never let anything hurt you or our family, no matter what I will protect the people I love."  

The words echoed in your mind as a small smile formed on your lips, your eyes softened as you looked at him with an affectionate gaze. 

"Then, I guess the only thing we can do now is take each day as it comes until we get her back home." 

He smiled back at her. "You're right, let's just enjoy the time we have together with her now." 

A sly smirk formed on your lips as you thought back to the statement he had so confidently a few moments before, your eyes gleamed and you fluttered your eyelashes gently in his direction.

"So you love me?" You questioned, repeating what he had said as a blush crept up your face. 

A deep flush quickly spread across his face, giving a distinct hue to it that was almost identical to the dyed color of his hair. Struggling for words, he stumbled trying to form an answer as his eyes widened in realization that he had admitted he loved you for the first time without thinking absentmindedly. 

"Um... No. Wait. That’s not..Um...I mean.."

“Try to breathe.” 

“No, It’s just… I wanted the first time I said I loved you to be more memorable than me just saying it in passing. I totally screwed it up.” He sighed as he lowered his head. 

You extended a hand out to lift his chin upwards once more so that you could look into his crimson eyes. 

“Well technically you haven’t answered my question yet, so you can do it now.” 

“I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you in my life. I love you y/n, and I would do anything for you to see yourself the way I see you.” His voice was full of awe as he confessed to you. 

“Kirishima..” His hand came up and brushed the tear that had slid down your cheek. 

“Y/N?” 

“I love you too, more than anything in the world!" You breathed out, your heart fluttering.

“Woah! Even more than our daughter?” 

“Okay, you might be a close second.” 

Enchanted. He watched you from afar as Izuku rambled beside him at the possibilities of Emiko’s quirk as how they can try to train her to use it well enough to get her back home. Aizawa had already informed him and you that he would look into her quirk and practice with her the same way he has been with Eri so that way they didn’t have to work on this alone. 

His eyes wandered back over to you as his concentration broke from the conversation, Emiko was practically attached to your hip as the two of you danced around the lounge to the music. Toru and Mina had suggested a dance party which ended up with the two of you joining happily as you twirled the girl around. Watching you so effortlessly dance and how fluid and graceful your movements seemed to be at the same time enchanted him, he knew you took dance classes when you were younger but he had never actually seen you dance. 

Amazement settled into his features as a slight blush dusted his cheeks while he continued to watch you, even when your tiny dance partner had missed a step you carried on with ease as you directed her in your movements. You glided around the sofas as you swiftly brought her along with you, your beaming smile making you look radiant as you twirled happily to the music. 

Emiko had almost tripped, but you caught her effortlessly lifting her up and twirling her in the air before placing her back down on the ground once more. Ochacho had almost bumped into the two of you when she wasn’t paying attention, but you swiftly moved out of the way while looking as if you weren’t dazed in the slightest. You truly were able to be in your element with your daughter and the music and caused a soft smile to form on his lips as he witnessed the moment. 

How did I get so lucky?

Kirishima’s thoughts were interrupted when a tiny hand suddenly waved in front of his eyes. You stood before him, Emiko held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Emiko’s hand was extended out towards him eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took the small hand in his. 

"I thought you might want to dance with us." you laugh.

“You were right, I do want to dance with you.” 

Emiko beamed as she pointed towards Shoto. "Can I dance with the boy over there too? He's really handsome." 

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the air he breathed in. Kirishima’s face paled as his eyes widened at his daughter’s statement, before he sent a pointed glare towards the unaware classmate. 

This isn’t happening! It’s too early for her to find boys attractive! 

“Never.”

Panicked. He had barely caught the girl from falling off the bed that she had decided to use as a makeshift trampoline that morning. Her giggles continued as he safely placed her on the ground and tried to chastise her for her dangerous actions. When he had taken his eyes off of her a moment ago to finish getting dressed for the day the last thing he imagined when he took a glance back at her would be her tiny feet slipping into the air and her head tumbling downwards towards the floor. 

Adrenaline was still pumping as he tried to slow the fast beats of his heart. The panicked feeling faded as frustration bubbled over when he saw that the girl was still giggling happily over her actions. 

His thoughts raced as he touched the scar on his eyebrow, he quickly ran his eyes over the girl to make sure she hadn’t accidentally hurt herself during her dangerous attempt at playing before he knelt down and peered into her eyes seriously. 

“Emiko, you can’t act so dangerously! You could have gotten seriously hurt! How many times do I have to warn you about jumping on the bed?” He scolded. 

“I-I just wanted to play..” 

“I know sweetie, but you can’t be so reckless. I don’t want to see you get hurt and end up with scars like I have okay?”

“Okay…” She shyly agreed with her head lowered. 

“How about if you don’t tell y/n about this, I’ll give you Ice cream after breakfast?” He bribed the young girl, knowing all too well that you had already warned him not to take his eyes off her while she was on the bed. 

“REALLY?!” Emiko cheered happily. 

“Really!” 

“Okay! I’ll keep it a secret from y/n!” 

The sudden clattering noise of the door as it opened made Kirishima jerk his head in the direction of his dormitory door to see you standing there with your eyes narrowed and a sly smirk formed on your lips. 

“Keeping a secret from me huh?” 

“Wait, it’s not-” 

“Emiko!” You said sweetly as you attempted to tempt the girl into siding with you. “If you tell me what happened, I'll make you fudge brownies.”

“Deal!” 

“What!?” Kirishima remarked, shocked at how easily his daughter switched sides. 

“Brownies are better than ice cream!” Emiko replied innocently. 

“How did you know that would work?” 

“It was a guess, I’ve always liked brownies over ice cream too.” 

Disappointed. That night Kirishima returned from his hero work study from Fatgums agency he had plans to spend the rest of his time with you and Emiko, and for the most part he was able to fulfill those plans. He had made dinner with you, and watched movies with his daughter and even played with her for as long as he could before the girl was obviously too tired from the exhausting day and needed to go to bed. 

When the two of you had put the girl to sleep in his bed and began getting ready to sleep beside her yourselves, you had noticed that she had begun having a pink mist develop around her as it slowly formed into a deep fog like the one that had brought her here. Your eyes widened as you bright kirishima’s attention towards the fog, your eyebrows raised in shock as you could no longer see your daughter's figure through the fog that was covering her body. 

His heart sank as the god disappeared along with his daughter who had been laying on the bed moments ago. He never got to say goodbye to the girl before she left and that crushed him inside more than anything else. He wanted to be able to wish her good luck in the future and remind her how much he loved her before she disappeared back to the right timeline with the future versions of themselves waiting for her to return. 

She’s going to wake up at home and not know how much I’m missing her at this very moment. 

Maybe I should have stayed home from the work study this week just so I could have spent more time with her… 

Proud. The rest of that night was filled with tears and needy cuddles , as he refused to let go of your figure, half afraid you would disappear as well he didn't keep a firm hold on you. His tears finally stopped as he fell into a deep peaceful sleep, while you brushed away the remaining wet tears that rolled down his eyes.

The sunlight filled the room through the opening in the curtain as your eyes adjusted to the morning light, blinking away the sleep that had taken over you.

You look down to Kirishima's face that was nestled on your chest as his arms were wrapped securely around you in a tight embrace. His face was peaceful as he continued to sleep through the morning hours. You gently brushed some hair out of his eyes and behind his ear as he flinched at the movement , eyes slowly opening to take in your figure beneath him highlighted by the sunlight of the room.

"Good morning Kiri, how are you feeling?" You gently questioned while running your hands through his tousled sleep hair.

“A bit better than last night, that’s for sure.” 

“Really? That’s good.”

“Yeah, I realized something. I still have you and that’s all I need for now, because I know someday we are going to have a beautiful family again.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Kirishima carried Emiko on his shoulders while he ran down the hallway towards the classroom, the girl giggling happily with her hands raised in the air to feel like she was on her own personal roller coaster. 

You watched from a few steps behind as you followed them, a soft smile on your face as you watched the two of them bond. 

“Hey daddy?” The girl asked suddenly as she stopped giggling and her face became more serious. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” 

“Will I be able to go to school here like Ryuichi and Ryuji are going to?” 

“Whose Ryuichi and Ryuji? Are they your friends?” 

“Oh right! I forgot that you don’t know about them yet, they are my brothers!” 

The air caught in your lungs as you choked viciously as you listened to their conversation. Finding out you had more children with Kirishima shouldn’t be that shocking considering you have a daughter that time traveled, but for some reason the sudden knowledge that  there were more kids you didn’t know just yet made your heart skip a beat. 

“Brothers?!” You exclaimed from the shock. 

“Yes, my twin brothers! Everyone says they are going to go to U.A. just like you two, but I want to go too.” 

“Emiko, did you forget that your quirk is related to y/n’s? I believe you can do anything you want in the future sweetheart.” 

“You really believe I could be a hero too?!” 

“Of course! You are our daughter after all!”

Neito Monoma:

A five year old girl stood there before them, her hands clenched into fists at her side as she cautiously surveyed her environment.  

Alarmed. At the sight of the girl, everyone’s nerves had calmed as the adrenaline pumping through their veins dwindled down. However the presence of the child caused Monoma’s heart to pound louder in panic, struck with a feeling that something wasn’t right with this situation. He took another glance towards the girl who was now being questioned and comforted by All Might and Vlad King. 

Was no one else thinking that this child could be working with villains?...

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight. His mind went into full alarm as he tried to process what he was seeing before him as he studied the girl. 

The girl’s hair was a warm blonde shade matching his own and the light y/e/c eyes were almost identical to yours, the only difference being the pupils were bright white just like his own. Her nose scrunched up cutely as she tried to calm down, just like he noticed yours would always do. The smile that lit up her face as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, even the laugh that escaped from her lips was a perfect harmony matching the one he listened to so often coming from you. This girl might have been a miniature female version of him, but he could easily pick out the traits he could trace back to you. 

Kendo was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Monoma, do you have a younger sister?" She curiously asked. 

Monoma was so perplexed at the appearance of the girl; he hadn't heard Kendo’s question at first, causing her to repeat herself for a second time. His thoughts raced as a worrisome thought echoed into the back of his mind, making his thoughts run haywire which he chose to try and ignore. 

His body was still too tense in order to respond properly, so he settled for simply shaking his head ‘no’ while his face twisted showing the crippling anxiety eating away at him. Monoma’s eyes nervously darted to find you amongst the crowd, once his eyes landed on you he had visibly relaxed his shoulders a bit and let out a harsh breath while Kendo’s eyes trailed after him to find what or who he had been searching for. 

You and Sesuna had been sending hushed whispers back and forth before you paused for a brief moment, the sudden feeling of being watched had the hairs on your neck stand up as you turned around and noticed his stare, waving happily in return. 

"The girl looks exactly like what I imagined y/n & I's daughter would look like." he whispered under his breath, barely above a whisper. 

Monoma still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to. 

Flustered. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a heavenly voice excitedly filled the air. The girl had managed to see you among the students, and ran past the two teachers that were questioning her as she happily rejoiced in your presence. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face smiling brightly at you in the same way you had grown accustomed to seeing Monoma's smile.

"Do you know this girl y/n?" Yui questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought as she peered at the girl's familiar appearance. 

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back. The girl was too busy to pay attention to your conversation, much less your response to it as she looked around the crowd of students, eyes desperately searching for someone in particular. 

"Daddy!" The girl shouted suddenly as she left the embrace of your arms. 

The girl ran excitedly in the direction of Monoma and your heart fluttered at the sight, the pieces of the puzzle started to click together as you noticed how similar she looked to the boy she was running towards. Monoma’s eyes widened as he witnessed the small girl run towards him after addressing him as ‘daddy.’ He stood frozen in place, his face contorted into a mixture of fright and confusion.

She slowed to a stop as she stood in front of him after noticing that he didn’t immediately extend his arms out to her as you had. She tilted her head in confusion as she peered up at him, her arms raised expectantly as she waited. 

He visibly stiffened from the tension coursing through his veins, the tips of his ears turning bright red as a deep blush crept up his neck and to his cheeks. Upon seeing the girl peering up at him and her eyes sparkling with affection for him, his thoughts became muddled. He felt as if his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his skin, it was like an icy hand that gripped his heart and refused to let go. 

Monoma’s light blue eyes glanced from the girl to you, silently telling you his assumptions that this girl had to be their daughter. 

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, her y/e/c eyes glossy. 

A jolt of electricity ran through his body, a sudden feeling of guilt overtook his heart as he saw the tears the girl had been holding back due to his inability to comprehend the situation. He reacted on impulse, not wanting to see the girl in front of him shed tears due to his slow thinking. He knelt down on the ground extending his arms openly for the girl, the deep blush still burning his skin as he waited for her to enter his embrace. 

She studied at him for a moment, questioning if she should before she wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head on his shoulder. She hugged him tightly as he lifted her in his arms carrying her protectively as he moved a comforting hand along her back. 

"Monoma and y/n have kids!?!?" Awase bellowed loudly.

“How sinful to have a child out of wedlock, to think someone in our class would have done something so inappropriate. I will pray that your sins be washed away!” Ibara condemned with harsh judgment etched onto her face. 

Chaos erupted as Monoma walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes widened as you tried to process all the questions being thrown at you and your boyfriend about the sudden appearance of the girl, your thoughts racing as you didn’t know how to answer their demands. He stood beside you, taking your hand in his as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in silence. 

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Monoma’s free hand held yours. The comforting action made your heart somersault as your cheeks turned pink. Monoma still hadn’t said a word, only sharing a glance with you every now and then with a gentle comforting smile formed on his lips to assure you everything would be okay. 

“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories!” All Might announced suddenly, catching everyone’s attention. 

“Monoma, y/n! Don’t think this is over, we will be there later to get more information on why she’s here.” Vlad king demanded with a pointed glare thrown in Monoma’s direction.

Horrified. After returning to the dormitory, the chaos from before had settled down. You were able to comfort the girl easily and managed to coax out bits and pieces of information from her before the bubbly girl got comfortable enough to start introducing herself to the rest of your classmates. The way you were able to so easily care for the girl who had suddenly appeared into your life shocked him, he had been struggling over his plaguing thoughts on whether or not he would be able to be a parent for this girl and here you were taking everything in stride so effortlessly. 

“My name is Sayaka Monoma!” The girl happily introduced herself to the students who eagerly greeted her back. 

Monoma watched from afar, his mind still reeling as he tried to process being a father. His back leaned against the wall as he thought in silence, before you found yourway beside him. His light blue eyes glanced at you softly, as he offered a gentle smile that greeted his lips. The dormitory entrance opened suddenly to reveal Vlad King walking into the lounge, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room for the girl. 

Once his eyes had landed on the girl who was being twirled in the air by Shishida, he sent a pointed look towards Monoma and you before sighing and shaking his head. Vlad King motioned for Sayaka to sit down on one of the sofa’s while he prepared himself to investigate her appearance. 

“I think it’s time we find out why she is here, don’t you?” 

Monoma’s eyes drifted towards his daughter where he noticed her hesitating while walking towards the sofa. He quickly walked towards the girl and extended a hand outwards to her, which she eagerly intertwined with her own. 

“There’s no reason to be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Monoma reassured the girl as he led her to the sofa. 

“I’m not in trouble?” 

“Of course not, we are just curious as to why you're here, that's all.”

“Then why does that man look so scary?” 

“That’s just his face! If he’s too scary to look at you can just look at me instead.” 

“Hey I don’t look scary! Do I?!” Vlad King chimed in with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You do look a bit intense, especially for a five year old sensei.” You responded while taking a seat on the other side of Sayaka. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Vlad King scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while he listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before arriving on the campus forest. 

“My quirk is copy so I can copy other quirks and use them, just like my daddy!” She babbled, Monoma’s ears perking at the information. 

His eyes narrowed as he turned to whisper into your ear. “I have a bad feeling about where this is going.” 

“There’s this kid at school who has a time travel quirk and everyone always praised him so much just because of his quirk.” 

“I don’t like where this is going either.” You whispered back. 

“So I copied his quirk to show everyone it’s not so great!” 

The room was silent at the girl’s confession as they processed the information, tension filling the air as Monoma sighed heavily and lowered his head in his hands. The fact that his daughter had copied the quirk and used it to bring herself her was one of the worst possibilities he had imagined, if her quirk worked exactly like his then she would need to copy the quirk once more before she could go back home, and the worst thing was that the kid who had the quirk hadn’t been born yet. The only thing they could hope for now is if they could find someone with a similar quirk or if the quirk she had copied works on a timer and once a certain amount of time passes that she would go back on her own. Even the kid or his family managing to come back into the past and bringing her back themselves would work as long as she gets back eventually. 

“Monoma it’s okay, relax” You said as you rubbed his back gently trying to comfort him out of his restless thoughts. 

“How is this okay?!” He scoffed. 

“This is one of the worst case scenarios I ran through in my head, we may never be able to get her back home.” 

“We will get her home, I believe in us. So for now, let’s just focus on taking care of her okay?” 

“Are you really not worried at all?”

“Why would I be? I have you by my side, don’t I” 

“Ha, y/n I don’t know how you do it.” 

“Do what?” 

“Make me fall more in love with you everyday.”

Mystified. He watched you from afar, Kendo’s rambles about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Sayaka practically attached to your  hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Astonishment settled on his features, even when the girl had gotten in your way or when she had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Gilded around Sayaka to grab ingredients. Grabbed her hand and twirled her in another direction. She asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. Syaka starts to get impatient waiting for the timer to ding, you pull out frosting colors for her to help you choose how to decorate the cookies in order to keep her occupied. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

You don't have siblings and he’s never seen you babysit, but you were so naturally able to take care of the girl standing beside you. 

Monoma's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Sayaka held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Sayaka hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Love, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Sayaka beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The two of you had laughed at his response.

Proud. Two days passed since Sayaka appeared, and you had started to realize just how much she resembled Monoma in not only looks but also personality. Monoma is sweet and caring when it comes to his classmates and friends , but when it came to people he didn’t care for then his personality was a bit more twisted and demeaning and it seemed that was something your sweet daughter inherited from the eccentric blonde. 

“Monoma, what is Sayaka wearing?” You questioned with raised eyebrows as you motioned towards the mini replica of his hero costume. 

“Obviously it’s a hero costume that looks exactly like mine!” He boasted in response. 

“Where did you even get that, wait- never mind. Where are you going?” 

“To show those Class A delinquents who has the best daughter in the future.”  

“Monoma-” 

“Sayaka tell y/n what you told me!” 

“They think they're better just because they have flashy quirks, but daddy is better than all of them because he can copy any of their quirks!” She boasted.

“Exactly! Why should I let my daughter live in their shadow when she shines just as brightly, she deserves to let those idiots know who is really more talented!” 

“Daddy is so cool! How did Class A ever get more popular than Class B when you were in school?! All the attention should have been on you!” 

“Oh angel! You know those delinquents are always getting in trouble with some villain or another, making the school look bad and hogging the spotlight for themselves.” 

“Those Idiots!” 

“Angel, you make your daddy so proud!” Monoma gushed over his daughter. 

You sighed as you brought a hand to your forehead where a headache had started to grow tremendously as you listened to the two rant over Class 1-A and what they had planned to say when they got to the other dormitory. You brought out your phone as you sent a text discreetly to the class representative, Kendo to warn her about their plans so that she could retrieve them. 

“Would you like to come with us y/n?” Monoma asked with a bright smile plastered on his face. 

“No, I’ll just wait here. I have a feeling you won’t be gone long.”

Relieved. That night after dinner with the rest of your classmates, a faint pink mist started to form around the girl. You drew Monoma's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

He watched in beside you as the mist turned into a deep fog that made it harder to distinguish her features as it covered her completely. His heart sank as he realized that would be that last day they spent together until she was brought into this world again, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes glistened while he fought back the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to have her go back home to the future versions of themselves, but he didn’t think that saying goodbye to their future daughter would make him feel so empty at watching her leave. 

“Monoma, are you okay?” You questioned once the fog disappeared once more with no sign of the girl who had been standing there moments before. 

He let out a harsh breath as he sighed. “I’m not going to lie. I’m sad that she’s gone but I’m relieved she’s back home safely in the future.” 

“I’m relieved that she’s back home, but I'm going to miss her tonight. I’ve gotten so used to cuddling her over the last few nights, It will be weird to sleep alone again.” 

Monoma’s body stiffened as a sly smirk formed on his lips and a blush crept up the back of his neck. He pondered over his words for a few moments before he came to the conclusion that take a chance on what he wanted to say regardless of the consequences of doing so. 

“That’s an easy fix.” Monoma chuckled as he intertwined your hand in his once more. 

“How so?” 

“Cuddle me instead.” 

Optimistic. The next morning the sunlight beamed into the dark dorm room, filling it with warm sunlight as Monoma’s light blue eyes opened slowly to adjust to the rays of light. He tried to move his hand to his face so that he could rub the remains of sleep from his tired eyes, but there had been a weight that stopped his arm from moving. 

His tired eyes blinked slowly as he glanced down to where his arm had been resting, the soft tresses of y/h/c hair cascading over his skin as you used his arm as a pillow beneath your head. Your face was peaceful as you slept unaware of the boy who was watching you with softened eyes and the gentle smile that caressed his lips. 

Monoma leaned closer to you as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, wishing you more peaceful dreams as his eyes closed once more. He lowered his back down on the pillow as a bright smile plastered over his lips. 

I want to wake up like this every morning. 

Soon I’ll be able to, because we will have a family of our own.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Monoma had the idea for the last few days that had spent with his daughter, everyone complimented and gushed over how much she looked like him. It was only natural for her to be a daddy’s girl since she seemed to admire him and look up to him so highly, so he wanted to give her something he thought she would enjoy more than anything else. 

He had gone out of his way to ask Momo if she would be willing to create an exact replica of his hero costume for Sayaka to wear. She of course had said no the first and second time, but after three days of him badgering her whenever he could, she had relented and finally agreed to his request. 

Sayaka was sitting on his bed, waiting eagerly for the present he had mentioned to her before he handed her the bag that held the custom created outfit. Her eyes lit up as she beamed happily at him once she held the outfit in her tiny hands, she jumped up from her spot as she immediately hugged him from the excitement. 

“Daddy! Thank you! Now I can be just like you!” 

“Angel, you don’t need a costume to be just like me. You already are just like me and y/n, that will never change.” 

“Even if I don’t end up being a hero like you two?” 

“No matter what you do in the future, you will still be our daughter.”

“I love you daddy.” 

“I love you too, Sayaka.” Monoma repeated tenderly. 

“Oh, but one more thing. I’m your favorite hero, right angel?” 

“Of course daddy!” 

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

Mirio Togata:

A seven year old girl stood there trembling with fear as tears shimmered in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. 

“I think we should call for Mirio and y/n.” Deku announced after seeing the girl. 

Astonished. The loud slam that emitted as the door opened caused him to jerk his head away from Eri and towards the direction of the noise. The dark green haired boy stood anxiously in the doorway, a strained and conflicted look on his face as he stared at the blonde third year. Mirio smiled brightly at him as he and Eri waved to welcome Deku into the room where he had been babysitting the girl. 

“Hey Deku! Is something wrong? You don’t look too good, actually you're looking a little green! HA!”  Mirio laughed out loud as he questioned the boy. 

“You should come with me, there's someone you need to see.” 

Mirio’s face hardened at the serious tone Deku had used, his thoughts raced for an explanation as he closed his eyes and breathed out for a moment to release the growing tension in his body. A bright smile formed on his lips as he beamed confidently at the first year and raised a thumb upwards. 

“Lead the way!” 

“Mirio, do you want me to go with you?” Tamaki asked anxiously with a troubled expression. 

“No, it’s okay! Besides, someone needs to stay here and play with Eri or else she will feel lonely, right Eri?” 

The little girl blushed as she nodded her head and looked towards the ground in embarrassment. 

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry!” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Mirio followed Deku as he led him through the campus to where the first year’s were conducting a training course that morning. His thoughts raced as he pondered just what was happening and who exactly he would need to see. Did the teacher’s need him as an assistant again for a training exercise and forget to tell him? 

“Someone I need to see huh?! I wonder who it could be!” He thought out loud as he and Deku continued to walk. “Do I get any hints?” 

“I-I think it’s easier to explain once you see them for yourself..” Deku mumbled out nervously as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“I guess there's no choice then! I’ve “to-gata” go see them!” He exclaimed loudly as he laughed. 

Nervous laughter left the green haired boy's lips as he rubbed the back of his neck at the joke that Mirio had attempted, causing the blonde to laugh even harder at his response. 

“Just kidding!” 

“Right!” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The cold winter air wrapped around his body as they walked through the clearing and into the trees surrounding the area. He surveyed the area as voices started to echo the closer they got to the destination he was being led to. Mirio saw you with your back leaned against a tree and your eyes closed as his feet came to a stop beside Deku, your eyes opened and the sound of the leaves crunching under their feet. 

“Y/N, you're here too?” Mirio questioned, his eyes lit up as they met yours. 

“Yeah, they called for me to come out here but said I should wait for you to arrive as well.” 

“Woah! How weird! I wonder what they need us for, did they tell you anything?” 

“No, just that I was supposed to come here.” 

“It’s not too much further, I'll keep leading the way.” Deku chimed in to catch the couple's attention. 

The appearance of the retired number one hero came into view as they got closer to their destination. Briskly walking the last few steps to meet the teacher in front of them, All Might's  tired eyes met theirs as they faintly heard the sounds of the year one students talking loudly to each other. 

"All Might, did you need our help with another exercise?" You questioned.

He stayed silent for a moment pondering on his answer before simply stating "No."

"Then sir , why are we here?" Mirio asked with confusion written clearly on his face.

The teacher observed the two for a moment before releasing a long sigh and jutting his head in the direction behind him. His gaze was drawn to a young girl sitting in Kirishima’s lap as she happily listened to him tell her stories. Her wavy sunkissed blonde hair was long as it reached down to her waist, her small cute fingers moving a few strands behind her ears so the wind wouldn’t blow the hair in her face. The bright y/e/c eyes shined with amazement at something she just heard from the red head she was listening to.

The similarities amazed him, the way her eyes twinkled brightly as she got excited and the cute dimples that appeared by the child’s lips as she smiled were exactly the same as yours.  The nose he had gotten so used to seeing in the mirror now rested on the girl in question, and her bubbly laughter made his heart almost stop as it filled the air. The only person he ever heard with laughter as sweet and honeyed as her’s was from your lips, she seemed like an angel created just for him and you. 

A girl who looks exactly like y/n and I’s daughter would… 

How beautiful… I couldn’t imagine a more perfect image of what our children would look like someday…

"She appeared after we finished our training exercises for the day. Young Midoriya was able to Immediately recognize the similarities she shared with the two of you and after asking her some questions we were able to briefly understand what was going on." All Might started to explain to them.

"She looks so much like you, Mirio." You stated as a look of awe formed on your face. 

"It’s not just me she looks like, she looks like you as well babe.” 

“It’s almost like she’s our daughter, right y/n?” 

Your eyes widened at the statement glancing over at All Might to see him nod his head in confirmation of the claim. You looked over to the girl once more taking in her features as you start to notice the remarkable similarity she has to the two of you that you hadn't taken into account beforehand.

"She introduced herself as Risa Togata, the daughter of Lemillion and y/h/n. Would you like to meet her?"

Mirio excitedly nodded his head in reply as his hand extended out for yours. You accept it graciously and your thumb rubs circles into the back of his hand to calm him and yourself as the three make their way to the child.

Dazed. The anticipation made his heart flutter in my chest, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was like a wave of joy that lifted him up and carried him forward with each step that he got closer to the child. His mind was clouded and restless as he thought about what he should say first to the girl. The first assumption his mind had jumped to when he put the puzzle pieces together was that this girl had to be from the future or somehow a person with a quirk that made dreams come true created her and sent her here. Either way he wouldn’t complain as long as he got to meet the daughter he's been fantasizing about having with you in the future, even if she came a bit earlier than expected.  

Should I hug her right off the bat? That might scare her if she’s not used to It though… 

Will I do a good job taking care of her? So far I’m babysitting Eri just fine, but I’ve never had a kid of my own before and now that I don’t currently have my quirk…What would I do if… 

Mirio’s steps stopped suddenly as the doubt of not being able to protect his daughter plagued his thoughts. His hand tightened in yours as you stood beside him, watching him wrestle with his thoughts in silence as his gaze was trained on the ground beneath his feet. You had never seen him look so unsure and conflicted over something, he was really good at hiding the insecurities he felt and only really opened up about them if something had been really troubling him. Even after he lost his quirk, he didn’t wallow in sadness and instead kept on smiling and pushing onward with the hope that one day he would get his quirk back and even if he didn’t he still believed he could be a hero in some way or shape which was enough for him to keep his head high. 

“Mirio..What’s wrong?” You whispered as you leaned in closer to him. 

“What if something happens and I can’t protect that smile she has? What if because I don’t have my quirk I can’t save her?” 

Your eyes widened as you took in a deep breath, a look of recognition formed on your face as your brows knitted together. Your y/e/c eyes drifted to your intertwined hands has his grip around your tightened once more and his other hand was clenched into a fist, your heart ached at the self doubt his mind was conflicting on him in that moment and all you wanted to do was assure to him that everything would be okay, like he had done for you so many times in the past. 

“You protected Eri!” 

“Huh, but -” He started but you interrupted him. 

“Even without your quirk, you still protected and saved Eri! I believe in you, and so does everyone else. If our daughter is in trouble you will save her and you aren’t alone, you have me here, our friends and even the first years beside you to help you. No matter what happens in the future, we will protect our daughter together.” 

“How did I get so lucky as to find someone like you?” 

“I’m pretty sure it was your cheesy pick up lines, I’m a sucker for those after all.”

The two of you laughed lightheartedly at your joke as the tension left his body and the bright smile returned to the blonde’s face confidently. 

The singsong voice resounded, causing him to tense as she called out and rejoiced in the excitement at seeing the younger form of her parents. Her wide sparkling eyes met his as he jerked his head in the direction of his daughter, shocked at the child running towards him, arms wide open ready to jump into his arms at any moment.

"Daddy!" The girl cheered as he tightly wrapped his arms around her when she jumped at his figure.

The dazzling smile she had beamed at him as she jumped into his arms had caused his mind to fog over, stunning his thoughts from delivering the well thought out joke he was going to deliver when he greeted her. No one had ever called him ‘Daddy.’ Before and hearing it for the first time from his future daughter had caused a massive flood of adrenaline to shoot through his body, a sense of joy took over him as he peered down at the girl in his arms in pure awe.

The tips of his ears turned the slightest shade of pink as he wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter and returned her hug with a big bear hug of his own. He spun the girl in the air  while she giggled and laughed loudly from the excitement, before he slowed his pace to a stop and his eyes softened as he brought his forehead to rest on hers. The way his daughter looked up at him with trust and adoration, filled his heart with so much love that he never wanted to let her down. 

"Daddy?" The girl tilted her questioningly as she noticed the tears he was fighting back as he looked at her. 

“Why are you crying daddy?” 

“You’re just so beautiful!” Mirio sniffled as he wiped at his eyes with his free hand. 

“Daddy in the past is so weird!” The girl giggled as her bubbly laugh escaped from her lips. 

You took over the situation with ease. You directed the girl's attention towards you, noticing that Mirio would need a moment to regain his composure. You waved your hand in greeting, a wide smile placed on your lips as you spoke.

"Hi Risa! We are really happy to meet you."

"Is that why daddy is crying?"

"Yes, daddy just really loves you so much that it made him cry to see you so happy to see him."

"Oh! I get it, like how he cried when he found out I was getting a little sister?!" The girl questioned happily as you choked on air.

"That's right!"

Her laughter filled your ears as Mirio looked between you two in awe, the sudden family that was pushed together had felt so natural. It was as if at the first glance when he saw his daughter he just knew she was his and that there was an untethered bond between them that he couldn’t identify but could feel that she was his family. Now that the three of you were talking and he had his arms wrapped around her, he knew without a doubt even if she hadn’t technically been born in their timeline yet that the father daughter bond between them still existed. 

A blush crept up his face as his cheeks dusted a slight shade of pink at the memory of being addressed as ‘daddy’ and how he desperately wanted to hear his daughter call out to him again just so he could savor the moment for a bit longer than he had the previous time. 

Mirio wordlessly brushed his hand through the silky soft locks of his daughter's hair, a bright smile plastered on his face as he wrapped one of the wavy sunkissed strands around his fingers to curl it before letting it fall back in place. He glanced at her as she talked warmly over his shoulder to you before he remembered the opener he was going to greet her with earlier. 

“Did you hear that laughing too loudly is illegal in Hawaii? They only permit a-low-ha.” Mirio chuckled. 

“HAHA!” Risa laughed happily.

"Risa, I'm really happy to meet you." He said softly , his eyes lowering in bliss.

Risa bubbled with giggles as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug. The conversation is still going on between you and Risa as she released herself from the sudden hug and looked back to you with sparkling eyes , voice animated as she rambled about her new favorite tv show.

"Mirio, we are going to let the two of you look after her while she's here. She'll be more comfortable around people she knows rather than strangers, while we continue looking into how to return her home." All Might announced catching their attention suddenly. 

“I was thinking we could bring her to go play with Eri, but I didn’t want to bring her there without you meeting her beforehand.” Deku chimed in. 

"That’s a great Idea! Risa, do you want to go make a friend?" Mirio questioned excitedly as he flashed an award winning smile towards his daughter. 

“YES PLEASE!” 

She worked her way out of Mirio's stronghold on her as she jumped down from his arms , he looked distraught from the sudden loss of holding his daughter in his arms while Risa reached out both her hands to grab onto each of her parents, adjusting herself in the middle of the couple as she prepared herself for the walk to the dormitory. 

When the couple didn't admittedly start walking to their destination, she gazed up with a questioning look at her parents. The blush on Mirio’s face grew hotter as he gazed at the three of them holding hands with his daughter being in the middle, the thought didn't escape him that they really looked like a family like this each holding one of her hands as they walked happily.

My happy family…

“Oh there’s something I want to do once we introduce you to Eri, so y/n would it be okay if you watch the two?” Mirio asked suddenly as a bright smile formed on his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Yes, but what is it that you are planning on doing?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

“Hm, it’s more fun if you just wait and see.” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Aizawa and Yamada sat in the silence of the lounge, the tension hanging heavily in the room as they processed the information they had learned about their highschool best friend. The strangled sound of a low grumble emitted from the blonde’s chest as he continued to lay face down on the table beneath him, Aizawa’s tired eyes drifted to his friend as the sound broke him from his relentless thoughts. 

“What are you thinking?” Aizawa managed to choke out. 

Present Mic spared a quick glance towards the eraser hero, his own greenish yellow eyes expressing how much of a toll the news had taken on him. 

“I’m hungry. I could go for something easy to digest. Udon?” He grumbled out tiredly. 

“I’ve been thinking. Given the work studies, the safety commission must know something.” Aizawa began, ignoring the man’s answer. 

“Yup.” 

“If we find out who’s manufacturing nomu…Then what?” 

“I’ll have a surprise karaoke contest with them. Then boil their guts while their eardrums bleed…And you?” 

Aizawa paused for a moment contemplating his words. “Well…”

Loud footsteps echoed into the room as two people suddenly ran into the room, the eraser hero stopped talking instantly as he focused his eyes towards the third year students who anxiously ran towards them. 

“Mr. Aizawa!” Mirio called out. “Sorry to bother ya’ during your break.” 

He grunted out in response as he stared at the two expectantly waiting to hear the reason they ran to him. 

“Eraserhead. It’s Eri, she..” Tamaki mumbled out anxiously with a troubled expression. 

“What’s going on?” He questioned as his face hardened. 

“Come with us.” Mirio answered before turning and pulling Tamaki along with him so he wouldn’t give up the news. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Eri and Risa were playing alongside you and Nerjire as the door slammed open for the second time that day. This time Aizawa was the cause of the sudden loud noise that caused both the girls to jump in shock and divert their attention to the door. The eraser hero’s eyes surveyed the room as he tried to process what could have happened to the child under his care, but his eyebrows knitted and his tired eyes narrowed when he saw that she wasn’t in any danger. 

He turned his head in annoyance to the two third years that were standing behind him as they watched him run into the room, Mirio’s laughs escaped his lips while Tamaki nervously started to stutter out apologies for misleading the pro hero under false pretenses. 

“Why am I here Togata?” 

“Eri-chan has a new friend! My daughter, Risa from the future! I figured since you are basically her father you would like to see her play with another child for the first time too.” 

“Hmm. Is your daughter anything like you?” 

“Of course! Why do you ask?”

“I’m just thinking about how much of a bad influence a mini version of you and y/n would be.”

Intrigued. After Aziawa had met the girl, he was able to get some answers from her about what exactly happened for her to return to the past. She had told him that earlier that day her and her parents went to U.A. for the school festival and she had wandered off and gotten lost, then before she could find her parents one of the students had accidentally hit her with their quirk when they were trying to use it on someone else. 

“Woah! It’s impressive that in the future there's a student that has a time travel quirk!” Mirio exclaims with excitement. 

“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about then, since whoever it is will more than likely come to retrieve her at some point.” You added. 

“I guess there’s only one thing left to do then!” 

“What’s that?” You questioned nervously at the excited look that beamed on his face. 

“Introduce her to our classmates of course! She’ll be popular for sure! Just look at how cute she is!” 

“It’s going to be a long day…” You groaned as you thought about your classmate's reaction to the young girl. 

“Why do you say that babe?” Mirio questioned as he titled his head. 

“You’ll see.” 

When the three of you had returned to the third year dormitory, the students who were relaxing in the lounge area instantly surrounded you. Their eyes drifted to the bright and happy child that had greeted them excitedly as she entered the building. 

“Mirio, you really do have a daughter?” one of his third year classmates questioned. 

“Be serious, is this the real reason why you are taking a break from classes?” 

“Guys! You have to stop asking me that everytime you see me with a child, but to answer your question. This is my daughter Risa!” 

“W-WHAT?!” 

“OMG MIRIO ACTUALLY HAS A KID?!” 

“Settle down you two, she’s from the future!” You interjected to stop the impending chaos they were going to ensure upon the class. 

“THE FUTURE?!”

Well I guess that didn’t make it any easier… 

Worried. Risa’s giggles continued to fill the room as she listened to her father’s jokes. The small girl bounced on her toys and she raised her arms in the air, excitedly wanting him to continue to make her laugh. Mirio beamed a bright smile her way as he thought of one of the many jokes he had been storing over the years that he could use on her. She obviously got her sense of humor from him since she could think just about any of his jokes were funny, regardless of how corny they could be at times.

“Why haven’t you done my favorite one yet, daddy?” Risa laughed out as she tilted her head. 

“Oh and which one is that? Is it the peaches one?” Mirio chuckled. 

“No! Silly! The one where you scare y/n by coming out of the wall!” She cheered excitedly. 

Your body stiffened instantly as you processed the young girl’s words, the cookies you were currently baking being put on hold as your eyes widened and your jaw opened in shock. You placed a hand to cover your mouth quickly so that you could continue listening to the conversation between your daughter and boyfriend in the lounge before you.  

Mirio hadn’t realized the meaning behind what his daughter had said and instead his thoughts were filled with worry that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the girl’s wish since he currently wasn’t able to use his quirk like he had in the past. His eyebrows furrowed and he hesitated before speaking, nervously apologizing to the girl. 

“I’m sorry Risa, but I can’t do that right now. I can do something just as fun though! I’ll show you, I’m just going to hide behind this couch and when y/n walks in I’ll jump out!” 

“Why can’t you go through walls daddy?” 

“Well- Honey I don’t have my quirk right now, but it’s okay because I’m still a hero!” 

“You don’t have your quirk anymore? Why?” 

“A bad man -” 

“Mirio!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. 

Mirio jerked his head in the direction of your voice, a bright smile plastered on his face as he waved at you. 

“What’s up y/n?” 

“Mirio, she’s asking why you don’t have your quirk!” 

“I know! I was just telling her about it.” 

“Dummy! Don’t you get what that means?” You cried as tears rolled down your cheeks. “You get your quirk back!” 

His body tensed as he processed the information you had given him before he beamed down at his daughter happily and lifted her into his arms. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Risa questioned nervously. 

“No, you could never do anything wrong, love. In fact, you just made your parents very happy.” 

He placed a tender kiss on his daughter’s cheek, making her giggle once more as his eyes lit up at the bright smile that was on his daughter’s face. 

Heartbroken. The time had finally come for Risa to be taken back home, much to Mirio’s protest. The night had been just like the last few nights he had shared with his daughter, cooking together and playing with her until she got sleepy enough for him to lure her to bed and tell her a bedtime story for her to fall asleep to. However, after the girl had fallen asleep he had noticed the pink mist form around her body as it turned into a thick fog. 

He instantly moved to take his daughter from the mysterious fog before you wrapped your arms around his as you effectively stopped him. His head turned towards you as he glanced desperately towards your y/e/c eyes, the heartache he was experiencing clearly showed in his eyes as he continued to watch the girl disappear before him 

“I don’t want her to leave.” He cried out as the fog started to dissipate once more. 

“She needs to go home, Mirio.” 

“But…” 

“You are waiting for her to return to you in the future to think about how happy you are to have her back home right now.” 

“That doesn’t make this any easier.” 

“I know…” 

Eager. The rest of that night was filled with needy cuddles in Mirio's dorm. Sleep eventually took you both into a land filled with dreams of your future family and when the sun once again rose in the morning, Mirio felt more optimistic about his future than the previous night.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"Yes. It isn't goodbye forever, as soon as you get pregnant I'll see her again." A sly smirk played on his lips at your shocked expression.

You slap him hard on the chest as he laughed. "We aren't rushing anything!"

“Are you sure? The sooner we have her, the sooner we can all do things together again!” 

“Don’t tempt me!” 

“I think Eri would really like to have a sister, don’t you think so?” 

“Mirio! We aren’t even the parents of Eri!” 

“We babysit her, It’s close enough!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Mirio had told Risa that he wanted to take her somewhere special today, so the three of you got dressed early in the morning and left before most of the other students had woken up. Mirio held a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, while his other was intertwined with his daughter’s as she walked in the middle between both of you. 

“Where are we going daddy?” 

“To meet a good friend of mine.” 

You had already known beforehand where had planned to take her, he had talked to you about it the night before when he said that his mentor would have loved to meet Risa and he felt like he needed to bring her to see him at least once before she returned to the future. 

When they stopped outside of the private graveyard, Mirio had stopped in his tracks taking a deep breath before he continued walking to where he remembered the grave being placed. The three of you stopped before a clean and tidy grave that was well maintained, most likely due to there being many visitors that would stop by and visit the former pro hero. 

“Sir, It’s Mirio again! You were right, I do have a bright future ahead of me and I just wanted you to meet someone I know you would love more than anything if you were still here with us.” Mirio spoke as tears filled his blue eyes. 

“This is my daughter, Risa! Don’t worry I don’t technically have children yet, but she traveled from the future.” 

Risa peered up at her father as the tears rolled down his cheeks as he talked to the grave of Sir Nighteye. She smiled softly as she glanced towards the grave and placed the flowers her father had given her at the base where they would be well reversed until they were replaced. 

“It’s nice to see you again Sir Grandpa! I don’t know if you know me just yet, but in the future we will come to see you all the time! Daddy tells you everything because he loves you very much!” 

Mirio’s tears flowed harder at his daughter’s words and the realization that even in the future he continues to keep his mentor close to his heart and makes sure that he’s involved as much as he can be in his future and in his daughter’s future. 

“Daddy continues to cry a lot whenever he comes here, but y/n says it’s because he’s really kind so don’t mind it too much okay?!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⋆ ★ A/N: First, I just want to say I wasn't expecting the amount of love I received in part one. I'm super thankful for everyone who is enjoying my content and continuing to read the work I post. I was able to manage my time a lot better on this one, however in doing so it did take me longer to write and edit before posting. (Bakugo’s section took me the longest because I had to add more material for it to make sense.)

Did anyone notice the easter egg I included from the Like father, Like son series? I did connect the worlds for the two requests! I thought it would be nice to have an established world for the Bakugo future kids. There is going to be a Part II of the Like Father, Like son  series posted soon, if you would like to join the taglist please comment either on this post or part one of that series. 

On some of the prompts I did try to shorten them to test out making less lengthy posts for everyone to scroll through.

If anyone would like a part three & four, I'm planning on writing a part three featuring: Aizawa, Hawks, FatGum, All Might

and a part four featuring: Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Overhaul. Let me know if you would like me to eventually post those.

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↱ i just go empty headed around you ↰

➘ summary : Mirio can’t help it, when he’s around her it’s like nothing else matter, his surroundings become only filled with her, she gives him a reason to smile, he feels stronger around her, she’s his peace if not anything more

➘ listening to the song honest by the neighborhood; on repeat as I write this

➘ a/n : I keep seeing this same anon message, so do you guys hate that I write long fics? Like no offense that’s sorta my thing at the moment I don’t like or rather I don’t really enjoy writing short ones though I can. But after seeing it again and again and I’m not sure if it’s from the same anon or different ones but I’m petty so here’s ya damn warning anon ; this is a really really really long fic. If you don’t have patience I would advise skipping this story

The campus of U.A. High School was a bustling hub of activity, students of all ages hustling to their respective classes, engrossed in animated conversations or immersed in their own thoughts. Among the flurry of activity was a tall, bright-eyed third-year student named Mirio Togata. With his characteristic perpetual smile, Mirio exuded an aura of boundless energy that was contagious to anyone in his vicinity.

On a crisp morning, as Mirio made his way to his next class, he unknowingly embarked on a chance encounter that would throw his usually composed demeanor into disarray.

Around a corner, Mirio collided gently with someone, almost dropping his stack of books. "Oh, sorry about that!" he exclaimed, his infectious grin lighting up his face.

As he looked down, his eyes met the gaze of a first-year student, (Y/N), whose eyes widened in surprise. The moment their eyes locked, Mirio felt an odd sensation wash over him. He could hear his own heartbeat, louder than ever, in his ears. It was like the world around him faded, and there was only him and (Y/N) standing in the hallway.

"N-No problem," (Y/N) stammered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she recovered from the initial collision.

Mirio chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I should've been more careful. Are you okay?"

(Y/N) nodded, her lips curling into a shy smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

His usual poise faltered, his words tumbling out in an uncharacteristic stutter. "I-I'm Mirio T-Togata, by the way. Th-third year."

He watched as (Y/N)'s eyes sparkled with amusement at his stutter. "Nice to meet you, Mirio. I'm (Y/N), a first-year student."

Mirio's mind raced, his usually quick-witted tongue seemingly tied in knots. He found himself averting his gaze, much like his friend Tamaki often did. His heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts as he tried to maintain his usually cheerful demeanor.

"That's a really pretty name," he blurted out, instantly cringing at his own lack of finesse.

(Y/N) giggled, the sound like music to his ears. "Thank you, Mirio."

He cleared his throat, willing himself to regain his usual confidence. "So, (Y/N), what class are you heading to?"

(Y/N) glanced down at her schedule before looking back at him. "I'm actually on my way to Hero Basics 101."

Mirio's smile brightened. "Oh, really? I'll be teaching there as a student instructor this afternoon. It's a fun class!"

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up with interest. "You're a student instructor? That's impressive!"

He scratched the back of his head, his blush deepening. "Well, I try my best."

As the conversation flowed, Mirio found himself enchanted by (Y/N)'s easygoing nature and radiant smile. Every word she spoke seemed to captivate him, and his once unbreakable self-assurance wavered in the face of her presence.

The bell signaling the start of classes rang in the distance, and Mirio's heart sank. He didn't want the conversation to end, but he knew he had to let (Y/N) go.

"Well, (Y/N), it was really nice meeting you," he said with a genuine smile, his nerves finally starting to settle.

(Y/N) returned the smile, her eyes sparkling. "Likewise, Mirio. Maybe I'll see you around."

As (Y/N) walked away, Mirio watched her with a fond gaze, a mixture of bewilderment and awe filling his heart. He couldn't help but feel that he had just experienced something truly special, something that would linger in his thoughts long after the encounter was over.

Days turned into weeks, and Mirio couldn't shake off the memory of his encounter with (Y/N). He found himself stealing glances at the crowded hallways, hoping to catch sight of her. Each time their paths crossed, his heart raced, his palms grew sweaty, and his usually impeccable charm seemed to desert him.

His friends, Nejire and Tamaki, couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in Mirio's behavior. Nejire raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Mirio, you seem distracted. Anything on your mind?"

Tamaki, who was usually the shy and reserved one of the trio, piped up. "Yeah, you're acting a bit... off."

Mirio laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, come on, it's nothing. Just dealing with some hero stuff."

Nejire and Tamaki exchanged knowing glances, but didn't press the matter further. After all, they knew that Mirio would confide in them if he wanted to.

However, Mirio's growing infatuation wasn't something he could easily brush off. Each interaction with (Y/N) left him feeling both exhilarated and tongue-tied. He would often catch himself rehearsing conversations in his head, attempting to avoid the stutter that had become all too familiar around her.

One day, as he walked past the training grounds, he spotted (Y/N) practicing her Quirk. He couldn't help but marvel at her determination and grace. Gathering his courage, he approached her with his trademark grin.

"(Y/N)! You're really getting the hang of your Quirk," he exclaimed, his enthusiasm genuine.

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, hey Mirio! Thanks! It's been a lot of hard work, but I'm getting there."

Mirio chuckled, a hint of his confidence returning. "Well, hard work pays off. And you've got a great mentor here." He pointed to himself with a wink.

(Y/N) giggled, a sound that echoed in Mirio's ears like a melody. "You're too kind, Mirio."

As they talked, Mirio found himself drawn into (Y/N)'s world. He learned about her ambitions, her favorite classes, and her dreams of becoming a hero. Her passion was contagious, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration for her.

Over time, their interactions became more frequent, and Mirio's stutter slowly faded away. He still felt his heart race whenever he was around (Y/N), but he was learning to embrace the feeling rather than shy away from it. The moments they shared became the highlights of his days, and his smile, though always present, seemed to shine a little brighter when she was around.

Mirio was on a journey of self-discovery, discovering that even the most confident people could be struck by love's arrow. And with (Y/N) by his side, he was learning that it was okay to be a little vulnerable, a little lost for words, as long as he was genuine and true to himself.

One sunny afternoon, Mirio mustered the courage to invite (Y/N) to the U.A. campus rooftop. It was a secluded spot with a breathtaking view of the city, and he thought it would be the perfect setting for a heart-to-heart conversation.

"(Y/N), there's something I've been wanting to tell you," Mirio began, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his chest.

(Y/N) looked at him with a curious smile. "What is it, Mirio?"

He took a deep breath, his usual charisma momentarily faltering. "Ever since we first bumped into each other, I've felt something different. You make me feel... well, a bit empty-headed sometimes. And I'm usually the one making people feel that way."

A soft blush crept up (Y/N)'s cheeks, but she maintained eye contact, her gaze unwavering. "You mean you've been nervous around me?"

Mirio laughed, his embarrassment easing away. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. But it's not a bad thing. You see, when I'm around you, I feel like I can just be myself, even if I'm a bit awkward sometimes."

(Y/N)'s smile brightened, her eyes shining with warmth. "Mirio, you've always been yourself around me. And I appreciate that."

Encouraged by her response, Mirio continued, "There's something else I want to say. I've really enjoyed getting to know you, spending time with you, and... well, I can't deny that I've developed feelings for you."

The rooftop seemed to hold its breath as Mirio's confession hung in the air. He watched (Y/N) intently, his heart pounding in anticipation of her response.

A genuine smile tugged at the corners of (Y/N)'s lips, and she took a step closer to him. "Mirio, I've felt the same way. Your energy, your kindness, and the way you're unapologetically yourself... It's made me feel drawn to you."

Mirio's smile widened, his confidence returning in full force. "You know, even heroes get nervous sometimes. But if we're both feeling this way, then maybe it's a good kind of nervous."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the rooftop, (Y/N) and Mirio found themselves in a shared moment of understanding. Their laughter mingled with the breeze as they opened up to each other, forging a connection that felt deeper than mere infatuation.

And as he held (Y/N)'s hand, watching the city lights flicker to life, he knew that he had found something truly special—a connection that made even the most confident of heroes embrace the butterflies that love brought.

As the weeks went by, Mirio and (Y/N) continued to spend more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They faced challenges together, supported each other's dreams, and celebrated each other's successes. Mirio's friends, Nejire and Tamaki, couldn't be happier for him as they watched him bloom in this newfound romance.

Mirio's confidence seemed to have reached new heights, but he still retained his endearing quirks. He'd often surprise (Y/N) with small gestures, like leaving a bouquet of flowers outside her dorm room or sharing a homemade bento during lunch breaks. And while he still occasionally stumbled over his words, (Y/N)'s presence had a calming effect on him that made those moments endearing rather than embarrassing.

One sunny afternoon, Mirio and (Y/N) found themselves strolling through a nearby park. They walked hand in hand, their fingers entwined as they enjoyed each other's company in comfortable silence. The rustling leaves and distant laughter created a soothing backdrop to their thoughts.

"(Y/N)," Mirio began, his voice a gentle murmur, "there's something I've been thinking about."

(Y/N) turned her gaze towards him, her eyes curious and attentive. "What is it, Mirio?"

He stopped walking and faced her, his expression earnest. "I know we've been through a lot, and we've both got big dreams ahead of us. But I can't help picturing a future where we face those challenges together."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled, her smile growing as she looked into Mirio's eyes. "Mirio, I've thought about that too. You bring so much positivity into my life, and I can't imagine taking on the world without you by my side."

Mirio's grin was as bright as the sun, his excitement contagious. "That's great to hear! Because, well, (Y/N), I know this might be a bit sudden, but I've been wondering... Would you consider being my partner?"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a rush of warmth and affection for Mirio, and the answer was clear in her mind. "Mirio, I'd love to be your partner."

As their hands tightened around each other, Mirio's joy was palpable. They stood there, two individuals in a park, sharing a moment that felt like the beginning of a beautiful journey.

From that day forward, Mirio and (Y/N) embraced their partnership with unwavering determination. They continued to grow together, overcoming obstacles and creating cherished memories along the way. Mirio's charisma and (Y/N)'s radiant smile formed a formidable team, a testament to the strength of their connection.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the grounds of U.A. High School. As (Y/N) chatted with her classmates in Class 1-B, a sense of excitement filled the air. There was an upcoming joint training exercise with Class 1-A, and everyone was buzzing with anticipation.

In a quieter corner of the classroom, (Y/N)'s friends Kendo, Tetsutetsu, and Monoma were engaged in a hushed conversation. They shared curious glances, their voices lowered as they exchanged thoughts.

"(Y/N) seems really happy lately, doesn't she?" Kendo remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Tetsutetsu nodded, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, I've noticed that too. She's been all smiles."

Monoma leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I have a feeling there's something she's not telling us."

The others exchanged intrigued looks, their curiosity piqued. Just as they were about to delve deeper into their theories, the classroom door swung open, and (Y/N) entered with a bright smile.

"Hey, guys!" she greeted cheerfully, taking her seat.

Kendo raised an eyebrow playfully. "You seem to be in an especially good mood today, (Y/N). Anything you'd like to share?"

(Y/N) chuckled, a hint of secrecy in her eyes. "Oh, you know, just enjoying life."

Tetsutetsu leaned forward, his grin widening. "Come on, spill the beans! What's making you so happy?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her cheeks slightly pink. "Well, there is something I wanted to tell you all..."

Monoma leaned in, his interest evident. "Ooh, juicy secrets! We're all ears."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she met her friends' curious looks. "I've been seeing someone."

The room fell silent for a brief moment, the surprise evident on their faces. Then, Tetsutetsu burst out laughing, nearly falling out of his chair. "No way! (Y/N), you sly dog!"

Kendo grinned, her eyes wide with amusement. "And you've been keeping it a secret from us?"

Monoma smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure whoever this person is must be quite special."

(Y/N) chuckled, her cheeks growing warmer. "Actually, he is."

As her friends bombarded her with questions and playful teasing, (Y/N) found herself explaining her relationship with Mirio Togata, a third-year student. Their surprise was palpable, but it quickly turned into genuine happiness for her.

"Wait, you're dating a third-year?" Tetsutetsu exclaimed, his grin never faltering. "That's impressive, (Y/N)!"

Kendo nodded in agreement. "He must be someone pretty amazing if he caught your attention."

Monoma leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Well, I have to say, I did not see that coming. But I'm genuinely happy for you, (Y/N)."

As the conversation continued, (Y/N) felt a sense of warmth and camaraderie among her friends. Their initial shock had quickly given way to support, and she appreciated the genuine happiness they felt for her.

As the joint training exercise approached, (Y/N) knew that Mirio's presence would undoubtedly pique the curiosity of Class 1-B even further. But with the unwavering support of her friends by her side, she was ready to face whatever surprises the future held, both in and out of the classroom.

The day of the joint training exercise arrived, and the atmosphere at U.A. was electric with excitement. Class 1-A and Class 1-B gathered on the training grounds, ready to face off in a friendly competition that would put their skills to the test. As (Y/N) joined her Class 1-B teammates, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Mirio had been a topic of curiosity and conversation among her friends in Class 1-B ever since they found out about their relationship. (Y/N) knew that today, they would finally get to see the charismatic third-year hero in action, and she couldn't wait to see their reactions.

As the training exercise began, the participants showcased their Quirks and strategies, each team determined to outwit and outperform the other. (Y/N) and her friends fought with passion, their teamwork and coordination evident as they worked together to achieve their goals.

In the midst of the action, (Y/N)'s eyes briefly met Mirio's from across the field. He flashed her a confident smile, a silent reassurance that boosted her spirits. She knew that he was cheering her on, even from a distance.

During a break between rounds, (Y/N) found herself catching up with her friends. Kendo, Tetsutetsu, and Monoma were huddled together, discussing their observations from the ongoing matches.

"Have you seen that third-year student from Class 1-A?" Monoma exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement. "He's like a whirlwind out there!"

Kendo nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's incredibly fast and skilled. I heard he's one of the top students in their class."

Tetsutetsu grinned, nudging (Y/N) playfully. "Hey, (Y/N), you must know him pretty well, right?"

(Y/N) chuckled, her cheeks slightly pink. "Yeah, you could say that."

Monoma's eyes lit up with mischief. "Is he as amazing as they say?"

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile. "Even more so. He's not just an incredible hero, but an amazing person too."

As the training exercise continued, (Y/N) watched as Mirio's team showcased their teamwork and strategy. His charisma and leadership were evident as he coordinated his team's actions and utilized his Quirk with precision.

During the final round of the exercise, (Y/N) found herself face-to-face with Mirio's team. Their friendly competition brought a spark of excitement to the air, and as they clashed in a display of Quirk abilities, (Y/N) couldn't help but admire Mirio's skills from a different perspective.

After the exercise concluded, (Y/N) and her friends reconvened, their adrenaline still pumping from the intense matches. Kendo turned to (Y/N) with a grin. "So, how does it feel to be dating such an impressive hero?"

(Y/N) laughed, her heart warmed by their curiosity and camaraderie. "It feels pretty great, honestly."

Tetsutetsu clapped (Y/N) on the back with a grin. "Well, we're lucky to have a connection to someone like him."

Monoma smirked playfully. "Just make sure to give us some juicy hero insights now and then."

As they shared laughter and stories, (Y/N) felt a sense of belonging and friendship among her Class 1-B companions. Their support and genuine curiosity about her relationship with Mirio reminded her that even in the midst of hero training and competition, the bonds of friendship were strong.

And as the sun set over the training grounds, casting a warm glow over the scene, (Y/N) knew that her journey at U.A. was enriched not only by her own experiences but by the friendships and love that had blossomed along the way.

In the weeks following the joint training exercise, (Y/N)'s relationship with Mirio continued to thrive. Their shared moments of laughter, support, and adventure brought them closer together, and they reveled in each other's company whenever they could steal a few moments away from their busy hero training schedules.

One sunny afternoon, as (Y/N) walked through the U.A. campus, lost in her thoughts, she was interrupted by a voice she recognized all too well.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Wait up!"

Turning around, she saw Mirio jogging toward her, his bright smile lighting up his face.

"Hey, Mirio!" she greeted, a smile of her own forming.

He slowed to a stop in front of her, his gaze full of excitement. "I've got a surprise for you. How would you like to go on a mini-adventure today?"

(Y/N)'s curiosity was piqued. "A surprise adventure? I'm intrigued. What do you have in mind?"

Mirio grinned, his eyes sparkling. "It's a secret, but I promise it'll be a lot of fun. Are you up for it?"

(Y/N) couldn't resist Mirio's infectious enthusiasm. "Of course! Lead the way."

They set off on their adventure, their laughter and easy banter filling the air as they walked through the city streets. Mirio's playful nature and (Y/N)'s genuine curiosity created a perfect balance, and they found joy in the simplest of moments.

After a short while, they arrived at a local amusement park, its colorful attractions and lively atmosphere creating a sense of excitement. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in delight as she took in the sights.

"You brought me to an amusement park?" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

Mirio grinned, nodding. "I thought it would be a fun way to spend the day together. Plus, who can resist roller coasters and cotton candy?"

As they explored the park, (Y/N) and Mirio enjoyed the thrill of rides, the indulgence of sweet treats, and the shared laughter that echoed around them. The day was filled with moments of exhilaration and connection, and they found themselves letting go of their worries and responsibilities, if only for a little while.

Later in the day, as the sun began to set, (Y/N) and Mirio found themselves on a Ferris wheel. The view from the top was breathtaking, the city lights painting a picture of beauty and serenity.

(Y/N) leaned against the side of the carriage, her gaze fixed on the panorama before her. "This is amazing, Mirio."

Mirio glanced at her, a soft smile on his lips. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. (Y/N), there's something I wanted to say."

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes curious. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath, his expression earnest. "Ever since we started spending time together, my life has been brighter and more meaningful. You've brought so much joy into my world, and I can't imagine a future without you in it."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled, her gaze locked onto his as she held her breath.

Mirio continued, his voice unwavering. "I know we're still young, and there's so much ahead of us. But I wanted you to know that I'm falling in love with you, (Y/N)."

Tears of happiness welled in (Y/N)'s eyes as she took in Mirio's heartfelt words. "Mirio, I'm falling in love with you too."

As the Ferris wheel slowly descended, they shared a tender kiss, their connection deepening in the midst of the magical moment. The amusement park around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the love that had blossomed between them.

Their adventure had brought them closer, reinforcing the strength of their feelings and the depth of their bond. And as they continued to enjoy the rides, the laughter, and the shared moments of wonder, (Y/N) and Mirio knew that their journey together was only beginning, with endless adventures and a love that would continue to grow and flourish.

[angelltheninth]

Mirio Togata Showing Affection

Pairing: Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, new relationship, public display of affection, being protective, missions, teammates to lovers

A/N: When I see him I smile instantly.

Very affectinate and friendly with everyone he meets

Takes a while to realize that his way of affection towards you is special

Can be a tiny bit dense when it comes to romance, mostly his own love life as he is always there to cheer his friends on

Not good at keeping a relationship a secret

The only time he really tries to is when you have a mission to go to

Pretty affectionate in front of other people

Going so far as to introduce you as his girlfriend right the day after you officially start dating

One of those guys who buys you flowers just because he wanted to

Appears out of nowhere to give you a kiss and is gone just as fast

Has to be holding your hand all the time

Will drag you out for some fresh air when he notices you feeling down

Likes to take lots of photos on your dates

Sends them to you after with funny captions that make you smile

[skymar13]

“Please don’t die on me!”

Tw: suicide. Reader death.

He shouted at your body. You’d given your all on the field. Using your quirk to defeat shigaraki had its drawbacks, one of them being your life. But you’d known this outcome from the very beginning. You’d known you were going to die before you even stepped onto the battlefield. You’d told few of your plan but the one person you couldn’t tell was your boyfriend. How are you to tell the love of your life that your blood shed would end in your death? You couldn’t. Your last words were now engrained into his brain.

“Thank you for allowing me to be the best hero I could be”

your shaky voice rung on the intercom. He didn’t think much of it until he saw your figure shoot into the sky your quirk blowing out of your body and your flesh scattering across the sky your blood dripping like rain. It was a sight he never imagined he’d be seeing. How could he? You were supposed to go out after this. Take off and live your lives as pro heroes together. But he saw that image crumble in front of him.

Here he was sobbing with you in his arms, limp and cold. He was yelling curses and begs but he knew you were gone. And he knew he couldn’t live without you.

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The whole class had been shaken about your death no one could not think about you. Your dorm stayed the way it was. The last bowl you ate out of stayed in the sink. Your laundry was still soaking in the washing machine. No one could even think about touching what once was yours. All your lasts. It was heart breaking. But what was most heart breaking was seeing your boyfriend break in front of them. He took it the hardest. He didn’t eat drink shower he just layed on the floor of your room crying and holding a photo of the two of you at Christmas.

He couldn’t take this anymore he was pathetic. Pathetic without you atleast. How is he supposed to live with you? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

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He got up for the first time in a week. He went to one of your favorite places. The planetarium.

They should really start adding security to tall buildings.

He trudged up the steps your photo in hand. Silent tears still falling from his face. He unzipped his jacket and took off his shoes stepping onto the edge.

The last thought he had was of you. His last words were to you.

“See you soon.”

Anyone.

[tsumuus]

The halls of U.A. were bustling with students, all eager to finish the day and head home. You walked at a brisk pace, mentally reviewing the notes from your last class, when a familiar voice called out to you from behind.

"Hey! Wait up!"

You barely had time to turn around before a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. It was Mirio Togata, of course. Who else would it be? His hugs were always so sudden, yet they never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Mirio!” You managed to gasp, trying to calm your racing heart. His broad chest pressed against you, his hands resting comfortably on your back as he held you close. The warmth of his body seeped through your clothes, sending a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Sorry," he laughed, finally releasing you, his hand lingering on your shoulder. "I saw you walking so fast and had to catch up."

You offered him a shaky smile, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were. "No worries, I was just trying to get to the dorms."

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his usual cheerful grin lighting up his face. Without waiting for an answer, he slung his arm around your shoulders, steering you in the direction of the dorms.

You nodded, trying to focus on anything but the weight of his arm draped so casually around you. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this- hugs, pats on the back, holding your hand when you were crossing the street. These gestures were all second nature to Mirio, so casual and friendly that he probably didn’t even realize how they affected you. But each touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, leaving you flustered and struggling to keep your composure.

As you walked, he chatted about his day, recounting some hilarious incident with Tamaki during training. His voice was bright and full of life, and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. But your thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of his arm, the way his fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair as he spoke.

It was driving you insane- in a good way, of course. Every touch, every brush of his fingers, made your heart flutter. And the worst part? He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. Mirio was just being himself, warm and affectionate as always, never noticing how your pulse quickened or how your face heated up every time he got too close.

You reached the dorms sooner than you expected, and Mirio finally let go of your shoulders, much to your simultaneous relief and disappointment. You paused by the entrance, trying to steady your breath.

"Thanks for walking with me," you said, hoping your voice didn’t betray how flustered you felt.

"Anytime!" He gave you one of his signature grins, then ruffled your hair affectionately. "See you at dinner?"

"Yeah, see you then," you stammered, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

As Mirio turned to leave, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Your head was spinning, a mixture of giddiness and frustration bubbling inside you. How could he be so touchy, so close, and not see what it did to you?

But then again, this was Mirio. He was always warm, always kind. It was just who he was. And you couldn’t deny that, despite the way it drove you crazy, you didn’t really want him to stop.

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a/n why is he literally my husband guys, like we’re actually married no joke

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

When You Fall Asleep On Them

Izuku Midoriya: A smile comes to his lips before he softly whispers. “You look so peaceful.” He lays there with you, his hand across your chest, listening to your slow, steady breaths and admiring how the darkness frames your face. But only a few minutes in to his musings, he can feel sleep creeping over himself as well.

Katsuki Bakugo: He pulls you closer, laying his head against you in the small moment of peace in his life. His arm goes around your waist, pulling you even closer into him. He sighs, feeling your warm breath against him even if his quirk makes him naturally warm as you both drift off to sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Shoto Todoroki: He gently lifts your head off his shoulder and places you down on the bed, then he stands up to get a blanket to cover you with. He’ll tuck you in, giving a light kiss on your forehead, and then he’ll leave the room. If you’re asleep on his lap he’ll be sure to set you down in bed gently as well.

Tenya Ida: He lays his head against yours, feeling the warmth of your head against his cheek. He wraps his arms around you again, wanting to make you feel comfortable, and he closes his eyes. His heart pounds as he thinks about waking up next to you, still wrapped in your embrace, still feeling secure and happy.

Fumikage Tokoyami: He’ll brush your hair. He rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He kisses your cheek and pulls you close with every gentle caress, and he thanks the gods or whoever is listening to him in that moment that you fell for him all those years ago. Then, he’ll rest his chin on your chest with loving eyes, feeling your heartbeat against his forehead, grateful that this is his life.

Hitoshi Shinso: The gentle rise and fall of your chest becomes a calming lullaby, and before long, your breaths are in sync with his. He feels your body relax as he leans his head into your shoulder, his eyes growing heavy. He takes a moment to soak in the warmth of your bare skin on his own, and then he closes his eyes.

Denki Kaminari: He gently nuzzles your side, his lips leaving a kiss mark behind. Then he closes his eyes with a content smile on his face and feel you against him. You’re a warm, firm, comfortable presence, one that’s perfectly attuned to his body. The steady beat of your heart feels like home to him.

Eijiro Kirishima: He strokes your hair, holds you close and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. He caresses your soft skin, and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He holds them close and feels your breathing against his chest. He tells you how he loves you, and how he will always be there for you, no matter what happens. He will always protect, love, and cherish you.

Mashirao Ojiro: He lays there for the next few minutes thinking about how much he loves you and how peaceful he feels in this moment even if you fell asleep on him which makes his heart pound that you’re so comfortable around him, your body against his as he wraps his tail around you. he eventually gives in to sleep. It should be noted that he is very much a cuddler.

Mirio Togata: When you fall asleep on him, he gently kisses your forehead and slides out from underneath you, making sure not to wake you. He'll usually tuck you in or wrap your blanket around them. Then, he'll curl up next to you and give you a gentle spoon as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When you wake up in the morning, you'll find him next to you, as close as he could possibly be - for he is a hopeless romantic, and cannot bear to be without you even when asleep.

Tamaki Amajiki: He’ll gently press his lips to your brow and murmur a kiss. Then he snuggles closer, breathing in the scent of you. He presses closer against the soft part of your shoulder, hoping you will find comfort in him, too, and closes his eyes, letting a deep sense of contentment wash over him.

[captainshindo]

I like how in almost every bnha fanfic, Sero Hanta is the stoner of the group😭

It make sense but at the same time he’s too bbg for that🎀

[mitsua]

Them with an S/o who likes to collect "childish things"

Warnings: none Genre: fluff & comfort

Pairings: Tamaki Amaijiki × Y/N, Togata Mirio × Y/N, Nejire Hadō × Y/N

Series: Boku No Hero Academia Words' count: 0.44k

🪼Ok, I don't know if anyone really calls it that, but I'm talking about some things like Calico Critters, Funko Pops, cars, series' cards, etc. (I kinda do that myself, so this is a comforting post)

if he ever enters in your room and sees all your collectibles on display I picture him stopping on his track and admire everything.

Literally. Everything.

When you start talking or rambling if you get nervous because it must be awkward someone like you has all that, don't worry, he'd shook his head and deny anything you just said it's true

Even if he does not owe a collection such as yours, he might be familiar with the thought of keeping things you think very much of, so that's why sometimes when you start talking about any other topic, you'll see him getting distracted with your marvelous collection and apologize when you ask if he's listening to anything you just said.

Maybe some day he'll try to get you a little thing you might be missing to make your walls/shelves look even fuller.

When he first saw your collectibles he stared in awe, then tried to count them all as quick as he could but got lost halfway.

He smiled, reassuring you there is no problem with you collecting all those precious things as long as it makes you happy on your safe place.

He might have a little collection of his favorite heroes' merchandise, so he'd be the most curious and may ask the best questions about how you got everything your fascinating room is displaying.

Might invite you over his room to help him choose what to do to get a collection as wide and good-looking as yours.

Definitely expect a collectible as a thanks.

Her first reaction was a surprised gasp, stars in her eyes as she got closer at light's speed to each figurine/poster/other collectible you've gotten to get a better look.

Starts asking you tons of questions as to when did this collection started and why do you like it so much. With these talks you only drive her to want one of her own.

So she might ask for advice on how to start one. With your help and both of your minds' creativity you surely will get a unique collection done quickly in her room that might or might not expand further than only on her room.

Expect sharing matching-keychains about all yours and her liked series/games/movies characters or almost anything at all.

Might try to do some of these by hand.

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the tagged anime characters.) ⌇ my navigation!

[animeniac-writings]

Child's Favorite Hero - BNHA Boys Preference

Anime: Boku no Hero Academia

Gender Neutral! Can be biological or adopted child, it matters not! no names or gender for the child either.

Ask for anyone else, boys or girls if you'd like! I just thought of this at like 3am and went with it.

Bakugo Katsuki:

If your child says he's their favorite hero:,, he is so preening. Of course he's their favorite, he's the best of the best. His kid of all would know that too.

If your child says some other extra hero is their favorite: ?? Bakugo is furious. Ready to throw hands. 100% has gone toe to toe with some of his old classmates friends for being their favorite. You try reminding him they change their mind every week but he's already challenging Tokoyami to a death match.

Midoriya Izuku:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: He will cry. Even if they've been saying it for years, every time they tell him he's their favorite hero he WILL burst into tears. Over time it will be watery eyes instead of break-the-concrete-waterworks, but he will always be emotional and so happy they he can make them proud.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: Absolutely agrees with them! He's supportive of all hero and his friends and has appreciated every kind of hero! He's not jealous at all and loves helping them collect merch and ask for autographs for their 'best little fan' (alongside one for him too) and they bond over it.

Shouto Todoroki:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: He will be very surprised, though he's a strong and popular hero, he never really thought of what his child might think of him. He loved All Might at their age and never put too much thought into who they might admire, but when he finds out it's him, that he makes them happy, he becomes so very soft and hugs them. Shows up every time they ask after bragging that Pro Hero Shouto (The Best Hero!) is their dad.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: Diligently listens to all their rants about their favorite hero! He's happy to encourage their love of heroes like he was never allowed, and will ask Midoriya for recommendations on merch his child might like. Bluntly asks the hero (even if their favorite frequently changes) for an autograph and tells them their his child's favorite hero, becomes very worried that he just made this up and coming sidekick hero turn to a literal puddle of tears.

Kirishima Eijirou:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Manly tears, Deku challenging tears, he is so emotional. Kirishima always worried that he wouldn't measure up to other heroes, he's not the flashiest, not the strongest on the field, he's happy and comfortable with what he's achieved! But to hear he's their favorite? He loves your kid with all his heart already but now he's about to burst. You find him on his knees crying while they pat his back. Proudly brags he's their favorite.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: He takes them to meet their hero! Eiji loves listening to them go on about why they like them and tells them how manly their hero is from experience. Will definitely get them merch like posters and hoodies, especially if they're not as popular a hero! He worked so hard for his Crimson Riot merch.

Kaminari Denki:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Oh man he is so stoked, listen he is a popular hero, fun and flashy, a Present Mic protege, but the fact this HIS KID thinks he's the greatest? Now that's something to be proud of. He brags about it in groupchat immediately. Hugs them as soon as they say it. If he didn't have such a good handle on his quirk, he would have fried himself from happiness.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: He doesn't really notice how that mean's He's Not the best to them, Kami joins in on their praising of them! He is all for lifting up his fellow heroes and will tell them his greatest stories involving them, even if they're not close or really the nicest hero, he wont dampen your kid's view of them. Definitely takes them along to a function they'll be at without telling his kid.

Tokoyami Fumikage:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: He is very flattered at the praise of his young one, even for his little ray of light in the darkness of his world he did not expect to be seen in such a way. He tells them stories of his heroics (greatly embellished by Dark Shadow) and is very happy each time he hears your child say something about it.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: His child, biological or not, who follows him like another little shadow, standing beside him with a schooled expression and invites Dark Shadow to all their tea parties, speaks in the same dramatic dark prose as their father, favors the retired washing machine. Tokoyami isn't really sure what to make of that. He's not really a jealous guy but that stung a little. You remind him that they're only three. But they keep talking about how 'cool 'dark and mysterious' the appliance is.

Shinsou Hitoshi:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Shinsou has never been open or good with his own emotions, but he needs to go take a moment to himself after he hears this. After so much of his life being told he'd be a villain, working so hard to become a hero, Shinsou never thought he'd be someone's favorite hero. Even to his own child. They're often around flashier popular heroes, friends and old classmates he will never shake, with a collection of action figures and hero toys, but somehow HE'S the best in their eyes. Tells Aizawa about it immediately even though he really isn't saying much in shock.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: He's very interested in who their favorite is and in their reasoning, part of his reason for adoring Eraserhead was what they had in common, curious if your child is the same in choosing. Not as outgoing with Hero Connections as some of the others but Midoriya will not let him down when he asks for your kid to get to meet them, even if Shinsou himself is very stressed about the meeting.

Mirio Togata:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Proud Dad Moment. You and your kid(s) are always his top priority and he wants to make you both proud, as person and as a hero. But to be told he's their FAVORITE? Wraps them in a big hug and says they're his favorite too. You bring it up later to tease him about their gushing about "The best hero Lemillion" and he gets so flustered.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: Loves asking why that's their favorite and encourages them to talk about it! If he's met or worked with the hero he tells them all about it! Buys them a nice merch hoodie of theirs right after, he's so proud if it's one of his friends too (if it's Tamaki he will never hear the end of it). He likes telling them about his favorites too (but has them pinky promise not to tell.)

Tamaki Amajiki:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Please give him a minute, he is babie. Even after he's gained a lot of confidence overtime he still gets overwhelmed and never stops being shocked at his own popularity. But when his child? his greatest joy? says he's "The coolest and bestes hero there is!"?? He can't take it and wants to hide in your arms like old times. Mirio got the whole thing on video and he listens to it again at times.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: He may be surprised by their choice but definitely listens! There's so many neat and strong heroes and wondered who they might like. If they ask him to let them meet their hero,, he asks Mirio to do it. Unless it's one of the handful of heroes that show up at his house already (Fatgum, Kirishima, Mirio, Midoriya), that's just. A lot.

Toshinori Yagi:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: He may be one of the most loved and popular heroes in the world but he is so surprised and happy hearing them say he's their favorite! You're a little confused he's so affected but Toshinori is a soft man who loves your child and hearing he makes them proud has made him so happy. "I AM HERE!" (said in All Might form, with many tears, before coughing blood.) Also breaks down when they still say he's the best hero even though he can no longer be All Might.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: A little sad but not butthurt. You will find him moping around the corner after hearing them. He loves his fellow heroes and supports their decision and takes them to meet them! But also tries to "subtly" buy them extra All Might merch too... It's okay Toshinori. Midoriya still loves you.

Aizawa Shouta:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Somehow this man who has never cared about popularity, is a pretty unknown underground hero with a 'dull' quirk, eyebags for days, and doesn't even like children (lies), has become the favorite hero of his own three kids. He understood Shinsou's admiration from similarities, and Eri has other heroes she loves, but your kid thinks he's the best too? Honestly he's very shocked but adorably flattered by it. Let's Mic talk him into one (1) small merch deal because they wanted something of their #1 Dad and #1 Hero.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: He's not surprised but will 100% critique their favorites and possibly chastise why, he will give them his personal accounts of the hero and grumble his own opinions while they gush over their favorite, but wont discourage them. Is frankly concerned if it's Dynamight though.

Yamada Hizashi:

If your child says he's their favorite hero: Pray that Shouta is around when they tell him this or you'll all have hearing loss. He is happy, he is SO happy that his favorite little listener thinks he's the greatest hero!! There's an extra skip in his step for days, tells his radio listeners he found his true #1 Fan and is extra flashy in some safely televised battles and asks if they saw.

If your child says a different hero is their favorite: He droops, pouts, whines to you, Shouta, the entire teacher staff. He's not mad but definitely tries to suggest mention that he's a pretty cool hero too... He is wounded for life and needs kisses. Your child even slightly mentions that he's 'kinda cool too' and he takes that as a WIN, he is kinda cool. The coolest.

[thebunnednun]

Build a Boyfriend 🧸🩷

Pairing: Pro Hero! Mirio Togata x Build a Bear helper! Reader

Summary: Mirio takes Eri to Build a Bear and falls for the pastel goth helping Eri pick out a new cuddle buddy. After some intervention from the guys he stumbles into her registrar to find she's even prettier up close and thinks he missed his chance with her.

Until he finds her note.....

TW: Cuteness overload

On with the show!!~

The workshop was buzzing with the low hum of families, children, and the occasional burst of laughter as small hands sifted through shelves of soft, plush animals. The inside of the store was a bright kaleidoscope of colors—soft pastels, warm yellows, and gentle blues—all blending together to create a welcoming, cheerful environment.

Display stands were stacked with teddy bears, bunnies, and a whole host of other creatures waiting to be brought to life by eager kids.

At the heart of it all, the sound of stuffing machines whirring and squeaking filled the air, punctuated by the chatter of customers and employees. Soft pop music played overhead, further adding to the lively yet calming atmosphere.

A few young children were gathered near the sound booth, picking out voice boxes with silly phrases to stuff inside their soon-to-be cuddly companions. Others ran up and down the aisles with parents trailing behind, trying to keep up.

Mirio stood at the front of the store with Eri, his hand gently resting on her head as she stared wide-eyed at the rows upon rows of plush animals. Her large, curious red eyes scanned the store with wonder, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress, shifting slightly as she took in the world of soft toys around her. Mirio, ever the doting older brother figure, smiled down at her, eyes sparkling with excitement for her.

It was sensory overload for her, truely. And while he felt bad about it, Mirio would rather Eri get the full experience of picking out her snuggle buddy than choosing it fo herr. He wanted this to be a gentle push into feeling more secure and independent for Eri.

Plus, he just wanted to spoil her. 

“Alright, Eri, feel free to look around, okay?” Mirio said brightly, crouching down to meet her gaze, his grin wide and reassuring. “I just need to pop to the restroom for a sec. But don’t worry—Shinsou’s on his way, and I’ll be right back.”

Eri nodded shyly, her gaze shifting from Mirio to the endless selection of stuffed animals. He gave her a gentle pat on the head before standing up and sending a quick text to Shinsou, letting him know where they were. After giving Eri another smile and checking the time, Mirio quickly made his way toward the back of the store, disappearing into the hallway.

Eri, now left to her own devices, wandered through the aisles slowly. She kept her hands close to herself, unsure if it was okay to touch anything. She passed by shelves filled with fluffy bunnies, tiny bears with sailor hats, and even some superhero-themed plush toys, her steps hesitant and light.

Meanwhile, you were working the floor, wearing your red apron over a pastel goth outfit that contrasted sharply yet charmingly with the colorful ambiance of the store.

Your black, ripped jeans paired with the soft lavender of your belt, along with streaks of pastel blue and royal purple in your hair, stood out against the otherwise bubblegum, playful environment. Your outfit was a perfect blend of soft and edgy, a subtle rebellion that felt at home in a store that encouraged creativity and individuality.

As you helped another customer pick out accessories for their bear, you spotted Eri, her small form almost lost among the towering shelves. She seemed unsure of where to go or what to do, her wide eyes darting from shelf to shelf as if searching for something familiar.

“Hey there,” you greeted softly, approaching her slowly so as not to startle her. You crouched down a bit to her level, keeping a respectful distance. 

“Are you looking for someone special today?”

Eri blinked up at you, her eyes a little wary but not frightened. She nodded, pointing toward the top shelf where a fluffy white bear sat. It was out of her reach, and you could tell she didn’t want to ask for help outright.

You smiled warmly, standing up and walking over to a nearby ladder. “Let me grab something real quick, and then you can do the honors.”

After propping the ladder in place, you climbed up to grab a toy "grabber" from a top shelf—a long plastic tool that could be used to reach high items. You offered it to her, the soft click of the mechanism echoing slightly as you showed her how to use it.

“Here, why don’t you give it a try? You can get the bear all by yourself,” you said, handing her the grabber with a gentle smile.

Eri hesitated for a moment, her fingers twitching nervously around the grabber’s handle. But after a moment, her determination kicked in. She extended the tool toward the bear, eyes focused in concentration as she squeezed the handle and caught the plush animal.

With a small, triumphant smile, Eri pulled the bear down, holding it carefully in her arms as though it were fragile. You gave her a little cheer, nodding in approval.

“Great job! That’s a cute one,” you said softly, watching as she hugged the bear close to her chest, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Do you want to make it extra special? I can help you with the heart ceremony.”

Eri looked up at you, curiosity filling her eyes. She nodded, and you led her to the heart ceremony station, where the soft plush hearts were kept. You gently explained the steps, making sure to give her the space to do everything herself, guiding her through the motions.

“Rub your heart in your hands for warmth,” you said with a kind smile, mimicking the action with your own plush heart. Eri followed suit, her small hands rubbing the heart together.

“Pat your heart for your friend's heartbeat forever, rub them on your head for smart thoughts, and rub them on each other so they know you're best friends.”

As you continued through the ceremony, Eri became more engaged, a light giggle escaping her lips as she touched the heart to her elbow when you added with a playful grin, “And don’t forget to tap your elbow so your new friend will always be funny!”

Eri’s eyes lit up with the little details, and she smiled brightly as she hugged the heart to her chest before placing it inside her new bear.

Behind her, in the shadow of the store’s entrance, Mirio watched quietly, a warm smile creeping across his face. He hadn’t expected to see Eri so at ease, especially in a new place. The way you respected her space, never crowding or overwhelming her, made his chest swell with gratitude. He was about to step forward when he felt a familiar presence behind him.

“What’re you staring at?” Shinsou’s voice broke the moment as he approached, giving Mirio a teasing look.

Mirio turned with a grin, his blue eyes bright as he spotted Shinsou approaching. Shinsou, dressed in his usual casual wear—a dark hoodie and jeans—stood out among the bright colors and vibrant energy of the workshop. His messy purple hair framed his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching Mirio with a raised brow.

“Just watching Eri have a good time,” Mirio replied, motioning toward the heart ceremony station. Shinsou’s eyes followed, his expression softening slightly when he saw the little girl happily finishing up the ceremony with her new plush bear. She was beaming now, her earlier hesitancy gone, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and joy.

“Looks like she’s having a good time,” Shinsou muttered, his tone more affectionate than usual. He had grown attached to Eri in his own quiet way, often showing up to hang out with her when he could.

He wasn’t the type to get openly sentimental, but moments like this made him feel lighter.

Mirio clapped a hand on Shinsou’s shoulder, his grin widening. “Thanks for coming, by the way. I know it’s not your scene, but Eri likes having you around.”

Shinsou shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well you know I can’t say no to her.”

As they stood there, watching Eri carefully adjust her bear’s fur you approached with a gentle smile. Spotting Mirio and Shinsou near the entrance, she gave them a nod of acknowledgment before turning her attention back to you. 

“Does your bear have a name yet?” you asked softly, crouching down again to meet Eri’s eye level. She looked up at you with that same small smile, thinking for a moment as she hugged her bear tighter.

“Yes,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, but there was a sense of pride in her choice. Mirio watches with some confusion as Eri whispers it to you.

“That’s a perfect name,” you said with a warm chuckle, standing up and adjusting your apron as you prepared to ring her up. “Let’s get him all set up, then.”

Eri followed you toward the shelves with outfits, clutching Lemi in her arms as she gazed around the store one last time. You noticed how she kept glancing toward Shinsou and Mirio as if checking to make sure they hadn’t disappeared. They both gave her a reassuring wave from across the store, and she visibly relaxed, her steps becoming more confident.

You glanced up from the shelves, your eyes briefly meeting Mirio’s. He stood near the entrance, staring at you a little longer than necessary, his broad shoulders outlined by the glow of the afternoon sun. He had that goofy grin, the one that lit up his entire face, but there was something more behind it, a quiet admiration in his gaze.

Just as you return to checking on Eri, a figure sidled up beside Mirio. Shinsou, with his shit eating grin, elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“You’ve been staring at her for five minutes, man,” Shinsou teased in his usual deadpan tone. “Why don’t you just go over there and say something?”

Mirio blinked rapidly, his grin faltering for the briefest moment as his face flushed a deep pink. “W-What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, right,” Shinsou cut in, rolling his eyes. “I could practically hear your heart pounding from across the room.” He gave Mirio a little push toward you and Eri, who was carefully adjusting the tiny outfit on her new bear, completely oblivious to the commotion behind her.

“Go on, big guy. She’s right there.”

Mirio stumbled forward, awkwardly regaining his footing with a sheepish laugh. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found as he approached, Shinsou trailing behind him with a lazy, amused stride.

You stepped in front of Eri protectively the moment you saw the two boys approaching. Instinctively, you put yourself between her and the newcomers, your body tense as you sized them up, ready for anything. But before you could say a word, Eri’s face lit up at the sight of her two of her favorite boys.

“Mirio! Shinsou!” she squealed, her eyes bright with excitement. She hopped up and down on the spot, holding her newly made bear in front of her like a prized possession.

The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, but you stayed close to Eri, watching the interaction carefully. Mirio’s flustered expression softened as he knelt down to Eri’s level, his smile warm and familiar again.

“Hey Eri! Who’s this?” he asked, motioning toward the bear in her arms.

Eri beamed, a little confused, and pointed up at you. “She’s my new friend.”

Mirio leaned in, squinting at you with a faux-serious expression. “New friend, huh? Looks like a tough one,” he said, his voice light. You huff and laugh before he stuff his hands in his back pockets and rocks before he then pokes the bear gently and then adds with a sincere tone, “You’re so cool, Eri!”

Eri giggled, hugging the bear closer and you nod, “She is!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, the warmth of it spreading through you. Eri seemed so comfortable with him, like a big brother and his quiet, teasing friend.

“So,” you began, looking between the three of them, “is this your brother?” you asked, gesturing toward Mirio, though you couldn’t quite keep the teasing edge out of your voice.

Mirio laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, no, not exactly. But I do look after her,” he explained, his eyes softening as he glanced at Eri. “She’s special to us.”

You nodded, your heart warming at his response. “That’s sweet. You seem to care about her a lot.” Just as you were about to hand Eri back over to Mirio, the workshop’s door swung open once again.

The air in the room shifted as a tall, scruffy figure walked in, wearing his signature black scarf draped loosely around his shoulders.

Aizawa, with his ever-tired eyes and a slight slouch in his posture, made his way toward the group, his wallet already in hand. His gaze flickered between you and Eri, who immediately perked up at the sight of him.

“Dad!” Eri called out, her small voice carrying across the room.

Aizawa’s tired expression softened at her excitement, and he gave a small nod before turning his attention to you. “I see you’ve made a friend,” he said, his voice low but not unkind. He held up his hero license for your reassurance. “I’m her guardian.”

You blinked in surprise, your cheeks flushing as you realized your earlier assumption. “Great, these guys are nice but I couldn’t release her to them without a parents' permission,” you stammered, bowing your head slightly. “I just wanted to make sure she was with someone safe.”

Aizawa’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile. “No need to apologize. You did the right thing by being cautious. I appreciate how well you’ve treated her.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a sense of relief washing over you. Eri, still clutching the golden teddy bear, grinned up at Aizawa, clearly happy to see him. Mirio, ever the optimist, gave a thumbs-up toward you.

“See? You’re great with her,” he said, his usual enthusiasm returning.

Aizawa ruffled Eri’s hair gently, glancing over at you once more. “Thanks for helping her. She doesn’t trust people easily, but she seems to like you.”

Eri nodded vigorously, hugging the golden bear tighter. “I do!”

You could have been knocked over with a feather with how happy you felt making that little girl smile and help her create a core memory.

The moment settled into a quiet comfort, the soft hum of the workshop around you, as Aizawa stood by Eri’s side, and you felt a quiet sense of connection with the little girl.

She has a good family here, no doubt about it.

You chuckled softly to yourself as you grabbed the small wooden step stool tucked near the counter. With a fluid motion, you brought it over to Eri, who eagerly clambered up onto it. Her tiny hands reached up toward the counter and placed her new bear, who sat proudly.

The excitement in her eyes was contagious as she carefully took in the action of you scanning the bear and filling in the information Aizawa gave you into the database before sliding her friend back into her hand, giving the bear a quick once-over as if to make sure nothing was out of place.

“Look! Isn’t he cute?” Eri beamed, holding the new playmate out for Aizawa and Mirio to inspect. Mirio, still a bit flustered from earlier, managed to nod, though words seemed to escape him. Shinsou, as usual, wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Come on, big guy, she’s waiting for some praise,” Shinsou said with a raised brow, nudging Mirio with his elbow.

Mirio blinked, looking between Eri and the bear as if his brain had short-circuited.

“Y-Yeah! She’s adorable!” he finally managed to say, his voice a little too loud in his eagerness.

You smiled at the scene, turning back to Eri. “Alright, let’s fill out these ‘adoption papers’ for him, okay?” You handed Eri a small form—a fun, simple sheet for her to fill out with her little buddies name, favorite activities, and promise to care for her new friend.

Eri took the sparkle pom pom pen with a determined nod, sitting cross-legged on the stool as she began writing carefully.

As Eri focused, her soft voice floated up toward you. “Just like with me!” she said brightly, her small hand gripping the pen a little tighter.

The words sent a wave of silence through the room. It was as if time itself froze. Mirio, Shinsou, and Aizawa all exchanged looks, the weight of her innocent statement hanging in the air. The unspoken gravity of her situation, how she was adopted by Aizawa after everything she had been through, washed over the group. 

You, on the other hand, had pieced it together when you saw the two walk in and seen how nervous Eri seemed with touch. Hence why you offered her some alternative instead of being more hands on like your coworkers. 

For a moment, the noise of the workshop dimmed, replaced with a quiet reverence of her writing.

Before anyone could respond, the door burst open, and Izuku came stumbling in, dripping wet, his breath ragged and his wild hair sticking to his forehead. It was immediately clear what had happened—he’d just been thrown into the fountain outside. 

Again.

“I-I’m okay!” he wheezed, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Eri’s solemn face broke into pure delight at the sight of him.

“Izuku!” she cheered, waving enthusiastically, her spirits immediately lifted. She proudly signed the adoption papers with a flourish before handing them to you.

You smiled warmly, taking the papers from her and carefully boxing up the teddy bear. “Alright, your new friend is all set,” you said, handing Eri the box, which she clutched to her chest protectively.

Before anyone could fully relax, Monoma and Bakugou came charging into the room, both out of breath and clearly mid-argument.

Monoma was the first to speak, of course. “Just so you know, he—” he pointed dramatically at Bakugou “—backhanded Izuku into the fountain.”

Katsuki snarled, glaring daggers at Monoma. “Tch, for once it was an accident! I was trying to punch you.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” Monoma scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Would my fist up your ass make it better?” Bakugou barked, clenching his fists as the two squared off, their bickering quickly escalating.

Aizawa sighed deeply, massaging his temples. “Of course,” he muttered under his breath before excusing himself from the registrar desk. He stepped between the two boys, his exhaustion palpable.

“Enough,” he said flatly, voice laced with authority, but it didn’t stop them from grumbling at each other.

Shinsou, watching with a smirk, took this as his cue. He gave Mirio a subtle nudge forward, his hands resting casually behind his back as if he hadn’t just shoved the older boy in your direction. Mirio, unsteady and blushing all over again, stumbled toward you, barely managing to stay upright.

“Guess you’re up,” Shinsou said with a sly, Cheshire grin before trailing after Aizawa, clearly entertained by the chaos.

You raised an eyebrow at Mirio, who now stood awkwardly in front of you, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words. His usual confidence had all but evaporated, leaving him standing there, fidgeting under your gaze.

You continued packing up a few more supplies, carefully organizing the boxes behind the counter. The soft rustling of tissue paper filled the air as you folded up some final pieces of merchandise, stacking them neatly. Mirio, still trying to recover from Shinsou's teasing, stumbled up toward you, his large frame knocking gently into the edge of the registrar desk.

“Oh! Sorry about that!” he blurted, immediately looking down at you with an apologetic smile.

You glanced up, amused by his flustered state. “No sweat. Nothing's broken, so we’re all good.”

You waved off his apology with a casual grin before returning to your packing, carefully organizing the boxes behind the counter. The soft rustling of tissue paper filled the air as you folded up some final pieces of merchandise, stacking them neatly.

“So,” you began, trying to ease the tension with a playful smirk, “is getting pushed around by 'Shinsou' part of the usual dynamic, or is this a special occasion?”

Mirio laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I think he’s just having fun at my expense today,” he admitted sheepishly, his smile returning, albeit a bit more bashful than before.

Eri, meanwhile, had taken the opportunity to step up beside you, clutching her newly boxed bear and watching you curiously. She tilted her head, her brows furrowing as she observed both you and Shinsou in the distance. 

“Are you… emo? Like Shinsou?”

Mirio tensed beside you, his eyes going wide at the question. He shot you a nervous glance, as if expecting you to be offended. But instead, a laugh bubbled up from your chest, light and genuine, filling the space between you all.

“Emo? Nah, not quite,” you said, still chuckling. You ruffled Eri's hair lightly with the pen before pointing to the purple and blue streaks running through your own. “But I get why you might think that. I’m actually a pastel goth.”

Eri's face lit up with curiosity, her eyes widening as you untied your apron and did a playful little spin in front of her. “See?” You gestured to your outfit—ripped black jeans, a pretty lace pastel top in your favorite shade, and the rainbow chains that connected from your belt to your pockets that added a splash of color to your otherwise dark base palette.

“And these are my favorite!” You lifted one foot to show her your dip-dyed tennis shoes, a soft gradient of pastel shades fading into the white canvas. “I made these myself.”

Eri’s mouth formed a perfect “O” of awe, her small hands reaching out as if to touch your shoes. “Wow! How did you do that? They’re so pretty!”

You crouched down to her level, smiling as you explained the process. “Thank you, sweetie! It’s called tie-dye. You take plain shoes or clothes, tie them in different spots, and then dip them in different colors of dye. You can get all kinds of patterns that way! Want me to show you?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically, already imagining the possibilities.

Throughout the exchange, you didn’t notice the way Mirio was watching you. His eyes followed your every movement—how you spun effortlessly, the way you smiled so warmly at Eri, how you explained things with ease. His heart raced in his chest, he gulped, trying to shake off the strange, intense nervousness crawling up his spine.

Mirio couldn't understand why it suddenly felt so hard to breathe, why his palms were sweating. Every time he tried to speak, his mouth dried up even more, like a dessert made out of sandpaper topped with crunchy peanut butter. 

He desperately wanted to look away, but his gaze was drawn to you, like a magnet pulling him in despite his mind screaming at him to just fade into the wall and disappear.

Still, Mirio couldn't help but stay, silently rooting himself to the spot, unable to tear his eyes from the scene unfolding in front of him. The way you connected with Eri, the easy laughter between you—it was like a warmth that had settled into the room, and though it made him flustered, he didn't want to leave.

You were still kneeling, explaining the basics of tie-dye with a smile, using your phone to show her how she could create something similar. Mirio stood stiffly, watching you with wide eyes, and though he was usually the picture of calm confidence, today was different.

His nerves kicking up in full force.

He wanted to speak, maybe even add something to the conversation, but his brain couldn’t form the words. It was as if the more he watched you interacting with Eri, the more his thoughts and nerves tangled themselves into sweaty knots.

Still, you kept the conversation flowing naturally, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Mirio was going through.

"It’s all about experimenting and having fun with colors,” you said, showing Eri how different patterns could form.

Eri nodded eagerly, fascinated by every word, while Mirio stood beside you, his heartbeat drumming in his ears. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt like a deer in headlights, but every time you smiled or laughed, it felt like someone turned the temperature in the room up a few degrees.

Mirio blinked, snapping back to reality just in time to notice Shinsou staring at him from outside the store. 

Shinsou’s eyes held a mischievous glint, as he subtly gestured toward you with a small nod of his head. Mirio followed the motion, his mind catching up with the situation. His heart skipped when he realized Shinsou was egging him on, pushing him toward you in a way that was just as playful as it was serious.

Behind Shinsou, Fatgum and Kirishima were rolling up to join the growing group, both exchanging easy grins. Fatgum seemed relaxed, his large frame towering over the others, eating some mall pretzels, while Kirishima waved enthusiastically, clearly trying to disarm the chaos that was unfolding.

Meanwhile, Aizawa stood a little farther off, arms crossed, his usual weary expression in place as he muttered something to himself.

“Herding cats is easier than dealing with them,” Aizawa complained under his breath, side-eyeing Bakugou and Monoma, who were still bickering like two kids fighting over sub vs dub anime.

Izuku was caught in the middle trying to remedy the situation, still damp, as Monoma had his hands up in a dramatic display of innocence, while Bakugou looked like he was one second away from cold blooded murder.

Tamaki, ever the quiet one, had appeared in the background, looking completely lost in the flurry of activity. His wide, nervous eyes darted between his friends, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

But when Shinsou leaned in and whispered something in his ear, a faint blush immediately crept up Tamaki's neck, turning his face a deep shade of red. He turned and gave Mirio a hesitant but determined “game face,” his sharp, elfin ears twitching slightly as he forced himself to give a thumbs-up of encouragement.

Mirio’s heart warmed at Tamaki’s attempt to cheer him on. A bright smile broke out on his face, a silent thank you to his friend. With Tamaki’s confidence-boosting thumbs-up and Shinsou’s teasing still hanging in the air, Mirio’s determination grew. He squared his shoulders and turned back to face you, taking a steadying breath.

But when he looked at you again, he nearly forgot how to breathe entirely.

Eri had somehow found her way into your arms, comfortably perched on your hip. Her small fingers were gently poking at your ear piercings, her wide, innocent eyes full of fascination as you let her touch the little hoops and studs. You were watching Mirio now, meeting his gaze with a calm smile that made something inside him turn to mush. 

'Fuck.'

It was like all the noise in the background—the bickering between Bakugou and Monoma, the faint grumbling from Aizawa, even the shuffling footsteps of students in the distance—faded into nothing.

“Uh…” Mirio started, trying to find his voice, but his throat felt impossibly dry again.

“Are they gonna be okay?” You nodded slightly toward the commotion behind him, where Bakugou’s voice had risen several notches as he squared off with Monoma.

Just as you asked, both Bakugou and Monoma shouted something unintelligible, their voices overlapping in a chaotic burst of sound. You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but nodded as if nothing was amiss.

Mirio rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his fingers brushing against the short hairs at the nape as he grinned awkwardly. 

“Yeah...they’ll be fine.” He tried to sound confident, but his mind was a mess of thoughts he couldn’t quite grasp. He noticed, more than ever, how close you were standing, with Eri resting in your arms like she belonged there, her small hands still occasionally fiddling with your piercings. 

The way you cradled her so naturally made something stir inside him—a mix of admiration and awe.

His heart started pounding again, the way it had before, but this time it was louder, more insistent. He couldn’t stop himself from noticing the little details about you. The way the light in the room softened around your face, casting a gentle glow on your skin. The hint of colors in your hair, the soft purples and blues catching in the air like a breath of wind. 

And that smile—warm, inviting, and effortlessly beautiful. It made him feel like he was standing in the middle of a sunlit field on a perfect summer’s day, the kind where everything was alive and vibrant, and you were the brightest thing in it. 

You weren’t just pretty. No, pretty was too small of a word to describe how you made him feel. You are beautiful.

'Breathtaking.'

Not just because of how you looked but because of your whole aura. It was like you radiated this light, this quiet strength, that made people around you feel safe and welcome. It was in the way you held Eri so gently, like she was the most precious thing in the world, and the way you spoke with such ease, your words always soft yet full of warmth.

Mirio could swear he saw the rest of his life in your eyes at that moment. He imagined laughter, quiet moments, and endless afternoons spent in the kind of peace only you seemed to carry with you. It hit him like a wave—this overwhelming sense of admiration and something more, something deeper, that he wasn’t sure how to name yet.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him for a moment. “You okay there, Mirio?”

Your voice broke through his swirling thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Mirio’s cheeks flared with heat, and he quickly rubbed the back of his neck again, this time laughing a little too loudly.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good!” He forced out the words, his smile still bright, though a bit shaky. “Just... you know, keeping an eye on those two,” he added, motioning again toward the argument that was now simmering behind him. 

Kirishima had dropped his bag of hair dye in favor of holding onto Bakugou’s middle, whose hands were crackling faintly, while Izuku stood in front of Monoma, bandaged arms spread as Monoma looked like he was enjoying talking shit way too much.

Aizawa was laying into them for doing this again in public as Shinsou was holding up Tamaki who looked like he wanted to pass away from the onlookers and Fatgum is trying to divert the attention while also handing out fliers to his favorite restaurant in the mall. 

“Yeah, they totally have it under control.”

You glanced in their direction before looking back at him, your lips curving into a smile that sent his heart racing all over again. “Seems like you've got your hands full.” You poke Eri in her belly and she squeals before holding onto you again.

Mirio chuckled, nodding in agreement. “You have no idea.”

Just then, Eri tugged gently on your sleeve, drawing both your attention. “Can I see the shoes again?” she asked, her voice small but eager.

You smiled down at her, giving her a little nod. “Of course.” You shifted her in your arms and then lifted one of your feet, showing her the soft colors of your tie-dye shoes again. She giggled, reaching out to touch them, her fascination with the colors and patterns not yet fading.

And as Mirio watched the scene unfold—the way you moved so effortlessly with Eri in your arms, the soft way you spoke, the ease with which you brought light into the room—he couldn’t help but think, 

‘Yeah, I’m a goner.’

Mirio blinked, his mind momentarily lost in the haze of his own thoughts as he watched you. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed until he noticed your lips moving, the soft curve of them drawing his attention. For a second, all he could focus on was the way they shaped each word, the gentle rhythm of your voice fading into the background.

He didn’t register what you were saying—just that you were talking to him.

Then, as if shaken from a dream, Mirio blipped in surprise, his eyes widening as he coughed awkwardly. “Oh! Sorry! I—uh, what were you saying?” His voice cracked a little, his embarrassment clear as he rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, I’m not sure what’s up with me today.”

You chuckled softly, a sound that made Mirio’s heart skip a beat. There was no judgment in your eyes, just warmth. “It’s okay,” you said, your tone teasing but kind. “Are you okay, though? You seem a little… distracted.”

He forced a smile, though his heart was still racing. “Yeah, I’m good now. Just—” Mirio stumbled over his words for a second before letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “I think I just spaced out for a bit.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, clearly unconvinced but playful. “Well, as long as you're not running on empty or something.” You flashed him a smile, and Mirio couldn’t help but return it, feeling the tension ease a little.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm after that, making light conversation. You asked him how his day had been, and he asked you about yours. The small talk flowed effortlessly, and despite the occasional flustered moments on Mirio’s end, the interaction felt natural. You told him a funny story about one of your coworkers accidentally scanning a customer’s face instead of their item, and Mirio laughed, his usual cheerfulness slipping back into place. 

He was starting to feel more like himself again, even as he struggled to keep his thoughts from wandering back to how much he liked your smile and how warm and good your voice is.

He could listen to you read the phone book for all he cares!

As Mirio lingered, his gaze darting between you and the door, he finally cleared his throat, summoning a bit of courage. "You know," he started, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar, nervous way, "you’re, uh… pretty good with Eri. I bet you could make a career out of making people feel special."

You laughed softly, raising an eyebrow as you leaned against the counter.

"Oh yeah? Does that include you?"

Mirio froze for a moment, his heart skipping a beat before he quickly stumbled over his words. "W-Well, I mean… you’re already good at that too." His cheeks flushed pink, and he tried to recover by flashing you one of his signature, bright smiles. "I guess I’m just lucky to be on the receiving end."

You smirked, crossing your arms as you leaned in a little. "Is that so? Mm, I’ll have to make sure to treat you extra special next time, then."

Mirio’s face heated up further, but he managed to chuckle nervously, scratching his head. "I, uh… I wouldn’t mind that."

Suddenly, a small voice piped up from below. Eri was tugging at Mirio’s sleeve with a sweet smile on her face.

"Are you two flirting?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide and curious.

Both of you blinked in surprise, exchanging a quick glance before bursting into laughter. You crouched down to Eri’s level, gently ruffling her hair.

"Maybe a little," you teased, glancing up at Mirio, whose face had turned a deep shade of red.

Mirio bent down too, his hand resting on Eri’s shoulder. "Just a little," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "You caught us." Eri giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "I like it. It makes you both smile."

You and Mirio shared a look again, warmth spreading between you as her innocent words sank in. Smiling, you reached out and gave Eri a playful poke on the nose. "Well, we’ll just have to keep smiling for you then, won’t we?"

Eri perks up at that and looks at you with something you can’t place. But she leans into your face to close her eyes and hug you tight. You return the hug, your cheek against the crown of her head and let your warmth radiate into her.

Mirio’s heart swelled at the sight, his smile soft and sincere. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little quieter now. 

"We will."

Outside the store, the once-heated argument between Bakugou and Monoma was finally winding down. Their voices, which had been loud and chaotic earlier, were now quieter, only a few muttered grumbles echoing in the distance. Aizawa reappeared shortly after, looking more exasperated than before but clearly relieved that the chaos had subsided.

He approached the counter, tired eyes flicking over to Eri, who was still happily holding the box containing her new teddy bear. “You all set, kid?” he asked, his voice softening ever so slightly when addressing her.

Eri nodded eagerly, hugging the box tighter. “He’s ready to go home!” she declared with a big smile.

You smiled at the sight, already scanning the item at the register as Aizawa fished around in his pocket for his wallet. As you rang up the bear, your fingers discreetly punched in a few extra numbers on the keypad.

Mirio, standing just off to the side, happened to glance over and caught the brief flash of numbers. He furrowed his brows slightly, noticing that you’d keyed in what looked like a discount code. Before he could say anything, you turned to him with a wink and a sly smile, your lips curling at the corners in the most mischievous way.

You handed the bag you placed the packages in to Aizawa with a casual grace, as if nothing unusual had just happened. “Here you go,” you said, leaning down slightly so Eri could see the bag. “Take good care of him.”

Aizawa gave you a nod, his expression as unreadable as ever, though there was a slight glint of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks,” he muttered, barely loud enough to be heard. He turned to Eri. “Ready to go?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically, still cradling her new friend. But before they left, she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for helping me adopt him!” she chirped happily, her excitement contagious.

You smiled back, giving her a little wave. “Anytime, Eri. You and your new friend take care of each other, okay?” She nods and holds up the box to the frazzled group of boys before tugging Aizawa with her to go show them. 

As Aizawa and Eri made their way out of the store, Mirio stood there for a second longer, watching the interaction with an odd mix of admiration and butterflies. You turned to him once more, your smile lingering, and for a brief moment, he swore the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“You like kids, huh?” Mirio finally asked, his voice light with amusement as he raised an eyebrow.

You gave him another wink, the same mischievous glint in your eyes. “What can I say? Perks of the job.”

“Mirio come on!” 

“I’ll be right there!” 

The blonde waves to you before racing out of the store (almost hitting his face in the glass doors too) before rejoining the group outside. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of excitement and warmth. Mirio stands off to the side, watching you as you got back to work, expertly tying your apron into a neat bow around your waist, your fingers deftly maneuvering the fabric. 

There was a lightness in the air, a hint of magic lingering in the moment, and he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Eri’s excitement.

“Hey, how did it go?” Shinsou nudged him playfully, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Mirio chuckled, scratching the back of his head, his cheeks a little pink. “Oh, you know, just normal stuff,” he replied, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

The boys—Izuku, Kirishima, Monoma, Bakugou, Tamaki, and Fatgum—quickly gathered around, their curiosity piqued. “Did Eri get her new friend?” Izuku asked eagerly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Eri piped up, bouncing on her toes. “I did! His name is Lemi!” she declared proudly, clutching the plush bear to her chest. Mirio felt a rush of emotion at the name; it felt personal, like a little piece of her heart wrapped in the soft fabric.

“Lemi? That’s adorable!” Kirishima exclaimed, leaning closer to get a better look. But then Eri faltered, her expression shifting as she realized she hadn’t dressed him yet.

Just then, Aizawa approached, his expression mildly bemused. “You can come back another day to dress him,” he said, and Mirio, without thinking, immediately volunteered, “I’ll take her!”

Eri’s face lit up, and she eagerly opened the box for everyone to see, her excitement palpable. “Look!” she exclaimed, revealing Lemi nestled among other items.

Bakugou, who had been watching with a critical eye, leaned in. “What’s in the bag?” he asked, crossing his arms with a hint of suspicion.

Aizawa paused, confusion flickering across his face before he reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a small collection of outfits. The group gathered closer as he spread the items out on a nearby table in the food court, their eyes widening in amazement.

“Are those…?” Kirishima began, his voice trailing off as they all realized the outfits were mini versions of their hero costumes.

Mirio felt his heart swell with pride and warmth. He glanced at Eri, who was practically glowing with joy, her eyes shining like stars. When she spotted Mirio’s hero costume tucked inside, she squealed in delight.

“Look! It’s just like yours!”

With an infectious smile, she hugged him tightly, and in that moment, Lemi echoed a familiar phrase: “You’re so cool!” Her joyous squeak made everyone burst into laughter, and as she dropped the bear in surprise, Bakugou lunged forward, catching it just in time.

“Careful!” Bakugou grunted, a mix of irritation and fondness in his voice. The group shared a knowing look, the camaraderie palpable.

Izuku gently took the bear from Bakugou and squeezed its tummy. “Wow, it talks!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement. Lemi chimed in again, this time explaining that the voice must have come with the bear.

Mirio’s heart raced as he pieced it all together, realizing you must have been the one holding the voice box when he first approached Eri. A warm smile spread across his face at the thought of you crafting this magical experience for her.

Just then, Aizawa pulled out a note from his pocket and handed it to Mirio. There was a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. “This is for you,” he said, his tone teasing yet encouraging.

Mirio took the note, his breath hitching slightly as he swore he could feel the warmth from your fingertips  had left for him. 

As the teasing continued, Mirio felt a wave of nervousness wash over him, the excitement now mixed with anxiety. The note felt heavier in his hands, and he was unsure how to handle the sudden attention. With a quick glance at Tamaki, he decided to pass the note to him instead, hoping his friend might read it without the weight of all their curious eyes on him.

Tamaki accepted the note with a shaky hand, his face a mix of confusion and surprise. He cleared his throat softly before unfolding it, his cheeks already turning a deep shade of red. As he read, the whispers and laughter around them faded, all eyes drawn to him.

Mirio watched anxiously as Tamaki’s eyes widened, a hint of disbelief crossing his features. “U-um…” he stammered, before glancing back at Mirio, his voice barely above a whisper. “S-Sorry,” he managed to say, quickly handing the note back with a beet-red face.

“What does it say?” Izuku urged, leaning in closer, curiosity shining in his eyes.

Tamaki, flustered, mumbled, “It’s… um… really nice.”

Mirio took the note back, heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and began to read aloud:

“Hey! :D Mirio, right? Thanks for being so wonderful today! I really enjoyed spending time with you and Eri. You’ve got a really cute smile! If you’re not seeing anyone, let's hang out soon! If you ever want to chat or need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’d love to hook Lemi up again. ;3

Looking forward to seeing you and your Eri<33! — Your local Pastel Goth

x-678-999-8212

It was a simple thank you, but at the bottom, your number was scrawled neatly, making his heart leap.

Eri watched him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What does it say?” she asked, her tiny voice full of curiosity.

“It’s a note from the lady,” he said, unable to hide the grin on his face. “She said we can plan more fun days together.”

The boys exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and teasing delight washing over their expressions. Eri squealed with excitement, her little hands clapping. “She thinks you’re wonderful!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Look at Mirio, all blushing!” Monoma laughed, while Bakugou rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a smirk.

Mirio’s heart raced, warmth creeping into his cheeks as he tried to play it cool. “It’s just a note,” he stammered, but the grin on his face betrayed his feigned nonchalance.

“Just a note? Dude, that’s definitely more than just a note!” Kirishima chimed in, clapping him on the back with enthusiasm.

Tamaki, still blushing, looked down at his feet, mumbling, “I-I think she likes you…”

As the teasing continued, Mirio couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness blooming inside him. The nervousness ebbed away, replaced by excitement at the thought of seeing you again. Eri’s bubbly enthusiasm and the camaraderie of his friends made it all feel so much brighter, like everything was finally falling into place.

Bakugou rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “You’re such a dork,” he teased, earning a playful shove from Kirishima.

Fatgum chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You boys better watch out. Mirio’s got a secret weapon now,” he said, gesturing to the note with a grin.

As the playful banter continued, Mirio felt a swell of happiness. The bond he was forming with you, Eri, and the rest of the group felt like a bright beacon in his life. He couldn’t wait for the next mall adventure, knowing that you would be a part of it.

“Let’s get home before your classmates burn the dorms down.”

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As the day wound down and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the window of Aizawa’s living room, Mirio found a cozy spot on the couch with Eri nestled against him. The warmth of the moment wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, Eri’s small fingers clutching the note you’d written, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep threatened to claim her.

Mirio, still buzzing from the day’s events, felt the soft rhythm of Eri’s breath against him, her little body rising and falling in a peaceful slumber. He couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with affection for the girl who had quickly become so dear to him. The note rested on his chest, a tangible reminder of you and the promise of more moments to come.

Just then, Shinsou, lounging nearby, couldn’t resist the urge to capture the scene. He quietly pulled out his phone, careful not to disturb the tranquil atmosphere. The sight of Mirio, looking blissfully content with Eri curled up beside him, was too precious to pass up. With a mischievous grin, he snapped a quick picture, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face for just a moment.

“Adorable,” Shinsou whispered to himself, stifling a chuckle as he looked at the picture. Mirio stirred slightly but didn’t wake, a gentle smile still gracing his features. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and safety, the bond between them solidifying in the simplicity of the moment.

As Mirio drifted further away, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. It was a day well spent, and he couldn’t help but look forward to what tomorrow would bring for them all. 

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The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Eri, Mirio, and Shinsou were happily digging into a stack of fluffy pancakes. Eri’s eyes sparkled with delight as she drizzled syrup over her stack, the sweet smell wafting through the air.

As they chatted and giggled, the sound of shuffling feet approached. Aizawa emerged from his room, tousled hair and sleepy eyes, just as Yamada bustled in, carrying a plate piled high with golden pancakes. 

“Good morning, Shouta!” he called cheerfully, setting the plate down in front of him.

“Did everyone sleep well?” Aizawa asked, his voice still raspy from sleep as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Eri beamed up at him, her cheeks stuffed with pancakes. “I slept great! And guess what, Mr. Aizawa? Mirio called that lady from the store last night to set up a playdate at the park today! We’re going to hang out together!”

Mirio’s face instantly turned crimson, his cheeks matching the color of a ripe tomato as he fumbled with his fork. “I, uh... it’s not like that!” he stammered, his embarrassment palpable. Shinsou, sitting across from him, stifled a laugh behind his hand, a smirk spreading across his face as he watched Mirio squirm.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Just be safe, you two. And remember to keep an eye on Eri,” he added, glancing pointedly at Mirio, who was still blushing fiercely.

“Of course!” Eri chirped, her excitement infectious. Mirio, despite his flushed face, couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy at the thought of seeing you again. He grinned, the anticipation bubbling within him as he tried to play it cool. 

“Yeah, we’ll have a great time!”

Meanwhile, on your end, you were sprawled across your bed, heart still racing from the phone call. Your face was buried in your pillow as you squealed, muffling the sound of your excitement. He really called me! He really called me! you thought, replaying every detail in your mind, savoring it like your favorite song.

You remembered the moment his number flashed on your phone screen. Not knowing who it was, you picked up with a casual, "Hello?" but inside you were buzzing with nerves, especially when you heard his voice crack a little as he started talking.

"H-Hey! It's Mirio... I hope I'm not calling too late," he said, his voice warm but tinged with a kind of awkwardness that made him even more endearing. You could practically see him rubbing the back of his neck, just like when he’d been standing in the store earlier.

"No, you're fine!" you replied, a smile spreading across your face as you pressed the phone tighter to your ear. You had just finished working around midnight before heading home to eat a grilled cheese and shower before climbing into your black strawberry print sheets.

Did your bones ache? 100% absolutely, no doubt about it. But you really liked the afflictions of his voice and it beats the boyfriend asmr you listen to sometimes to fall asleep. 

"What’s up?"

There was a pause, and you could hear him exhale, almost like he was gathering courage. "I, uh... Eri wanted to go to the park tomorrow, and I thought maybe... if you’re not busy, you could... join us? If you want. No pressure! I mean, it’s just a park. A public place. With, you know, swings and stuff... so, uh..."

You giggled softly, letting him off the hook. "A public place, huh? That sounds very safe. I'd love to come along."

He sighed in relief, but then there was a moment of silence before he awkwardly admitted, "I... actually realized I never got your name. Kinda... embarrassing, huh?"

You grinned, teasing him just a little, "Oh, so you called me without even knowing my name? Bold move, Mirio."

He chuckled nervously. "Y-yeah, I guess so! I just... I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it was talking to you today. You’re, like, really easy to talk to. And, uh..." He hesitated again, and you could feel the shift in his tone, his vulnerability coming through.

"You’re really pretty, too. That’s... part of it. You’ve got this energy, you know? It’s just... it feels good to be around you. So I figured I’d take a chance."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you. You teased him again, just lightly. "Oh really? Well, you’re not too bad yourself. I’ve gotta say, you did look pretty good today with the sun shining over you like that."

'I wanted to bite your lips when you smiled.'

There was a bashful laugh on the other end of the line. "You think so? I felt so nervous talking to you, I thought I might trip over my own words."

"Well, you did great," you replied softly, feeling your own nerves start to settle. Talking to him was surprisingly easy, despite how flustered you both were.

You thought back to the way he had smiled earlier, how his eyes crinkled in the most charming way when he looked down at Eri, and how, for a moment, you'd feel a little flutter of nerves yourself. Thank God for Eri being there to smooth over the tension. You found yourself wishing you had asked him for a hug before he left.

'No,no,no, that would be weird! AGH!'

As you lay there now, hugging your pillow, your mind wandered back to how close he’d stood to you, and that same flutter of nerves returned. You dropped the pillow from your face and sat up, grinning like a kid. Your heart was still racing, but this time it was all excitement.

“Can’t wait,” you whispered to yourself, the smile lingering on your lips as you hopped out of bed to get ready for tomorrow’s ‘play date’—if that’s what you could even call it. 

You had a gut feeling it would be more than just that.~

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☾ Just Like This | MiriTama ☽

A/N: Hi~ this is my first ever work for MHA. I haven't written in a year or two so I'm hoping my writing didn't get too bad 😭 requests are open, but please check out the requirements before requesting. Happy reading! 🩷

Relationship: Amajiki Tamaki x Fem Reader (ft. Togata Mirio)

Word Count: 2,793

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut (?)

Warnings: Making out, grinding, cumming in pants, mention of tentacles, implications towards future smut ;; I think that's all! Please let me know if I missed anything

It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon, the forecast called for a few showers here and there. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend of two months, Amajiki Tamaki. The two of you were in his room watching the second movie of the night. The first movie was full of action, but Tamaki decided to put on a romance movie this time, hoping to make the date more romantic.

As the beginning of the movie started, you noticed there was still a good amount of space between the two of you. While you wished you were cuddling, you knew your boyfriend was normally an anxious person. As the movie progressed, the indigo-haired male slowly started to shyly shuffle closer to you. Once his thighs finally touched yours, his face became red with embarrassment. His body was tense, nerves running through him as he couldn’t help but think if you were uncomfortable. Noticing how he started to slightly shake, you gently took his hand in yours and gave him a small smile. The action calmed him down, and the two of you put your attention back on the film, forgetting that your hands were connected. An action that would normally cause him to furiously blush and stutter.

Halfway through the movie, the lead actors passionately kissed, making you sigh. Your boyfriend glanced at you and noticed the longing expression on your face. Swallowing, he awkwardly turned to you, looking at you with anxiety. Feeling his gaze locked on you, you turned towards him and gave him a comforting smile, “Is everything ok, Tama?”

“Y-yes…” Tamaki whispered, gaze dropping down to your lips before quickly returning to gaze into your eyes. He didn’t know how to bring it up, never having been confident especially in these types of situations. “I just…” 

You hummed, letting him know he could take his time, “It’s ok, Tamaki. Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” Your thumb softly rubbed against his hand, once again soothing him. It’s silent for a few more moments before he can’t hold it back anymore. 

“I want to kiss you!” Tamaki squeaked out as he removed his hand from yours to completely cover his face. His cheeks were red, shoulders shaking as he hid from you. God, I’m so dumb. She’s going to break up with me now…

Biting your lip, you took hold of his hands and softly moved them away from his face. “Tamaki,” you cooed, voice sweet and comforting. His eyes shakingly met yours, gaze vulnerable. “I’d love to kiss you, too. But only if you’re sure you’re ready.” His expression lit up with wonder, shocked that you would want to kiss him as well.

“I d-do, I’ve been wanting to kiss you, i-it’s just,” Tamaki started, “I’ve… I’ve n-never done this b-before.” Knowing that he felt comfortable enough with you to not stutter as much filled you with warmth. 

Smiling at him, you got onto your knees to face him better, “It’s ok, Tama. We can go as slow as you need.” Your boyfriend nervously nods with a shaky smile. 

Tamaki shyly placed one hand on your cheek, the other hand hovering, not knowing where he should place it. He let out a quiet squeak when you moved his hovering hand to your waist. Scooting closer, you gradually leaned in, pausing just before your lips could touch, “Are you sure, baby?” 

Instead of saying anything, he just pushed forward and placed his lips on yours. Not realizing how much force he actually used, he ends up accidentally slamming his forehead on yours. You pulled away with a quiet wince, hand coming up to rub at the sore spot. Glancing up at Tamaki, you noticed his eyes widened with embarrassment and anxiety. He was hoping your first kiss would be sweet, romantic. Not painful. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice you calling out his name. His body trembled as he shakingly rose from his spot and rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.  

You stared at his bedroom door with confusion, lost on why he just rushed out of the room. Thinking he was just embarrassed about what had happened, and shy from his first kiss, you shrugged and got out your phone to pass the time. 15 minutes later and the only sounds filling the air were TikTok edits.

You brought your attention from your phone to the door that was silently opening. Sitting up straight, you watched as Tamaki walked in with Mirio trailing behind him. You raised an eyebrow at the sight of Mirio, questioning why he was even there to begin with. Looking back at Tamaki, you noticed his head down, not being able to meet your eyes. 

“Baby?” You asked, putting your phone on his nightstand. “What’s… what’s going on?”

Your boyfriend nervously glanced up at you before setting his gaze back on his bedroom floor. “I-I,” He swallowed and tried to steady his voice, “I asked Mirio if he’d.. If he’d b-be willing to show me h-how to k-kiss you…” 

Not knowing what to even say to something like that, you just stared at the two with wide eyes. Silence filled the room for a few moments as you tried to process what exactly was supposed to happen. Seeing you think, and noticing how his best friend was starting to get anxious, Mirio spoke up. 

“No need to worry anymore, I’m here to help you cuties!” Though Mirio’s grin was wide, you could tell how nervous he was to be there. Given how Mirio only lives 10 minutes from Tamaki, it's no wonder he got there so fast. You’re just surprised he actually agreed to this. Then again, it is Mirio and he’d do anything to help his best friend. Noticing how silent you were, Mirio started to get worried. He didn’t want to do anything if it’d make you feel uncomfortable. No matter how much he wanted to kiss you and feel your body on his.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/n?” Mirio asked as he stepped a little closer to where you were sitting on Tamaki’s bed. Said male was standing behind Mirio now, nervously shifting in his spot as he watched things unfold, cheeks flushed a bright red. Mirio noticed where your gaze was and cleared his throat, “I asked you a question, Sunshine.”

Looking back at him, your breath hitched in your throat at the lust that filled his eyes. He actually wanted to do this. If he was willing to do this, and Tamaki was the one to come up with the idea, then what was so bad if you were to say yes? 

The air was hot and heavy, tensions rising higher and higher the longer your lips were locked. It was a wet and messy kiss, Mirio’s strong hands held you close to his body. The blonde’s rough hands were trailing up and down your sides, slowly going under your shirt to feel more of your skin, wanting to feel all of you. You whimpered into the kiss once you felt how hard he was beneath you. Even without seeing, you could tell he was thick and long. Knew that he’d fill you perfectly if given the chance. Hearing the sweet sound that left your mouth caused Mirio to groan and hold you closer to him, shuddering when he felt the way your core brushed against his. One hand gripped your waist, and the other held your thigh, slowly guiding you to grind down against his hard cock.

“Mirio!” you gasped as your mouth parted from his, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips together. Eyes fluttering, you gripped his shoulders as you continued to grind down even harder. Your moves became more frantic and desperate as you felt his cock twitch in his pants, chasing that sweet release you were so, so close to. 

Mirio grinned at the sounds leaving your mouth. Staring behind you, he caught Tamaki’s lust-blown eyes. Mirio prevented you from moving, relishing in the desperate whine you released. Grabbing your chin, Mirio cooed at you, “Shh, it’s ok, Sunshine. Why don’t you show Tamaki how much you appreciate him?” 

You nodded and slowly got off of Mirio and watched as he got up from the bed. He had gently grabbed Tamaki’s hand, helping him sit down on the bed where he just was. Mirio then turned to you and smirked.

“Go on, climb on top of him,” Mirio said in a husky voice as he watched the way you swung your leg to straddle your shy boyfriend. “That’s it. Don’t be shy, put all your weight on him. Let him feel how needy you are for him.”

Tamaki’s breath caught in his throat when he finally felt the way you felt on his lap. He felt so awkward, once again not knowing what to do with his hands. Was he supposed to immediately grab you and move you along his covered length? Or was he supposed to start slow? He had watched the way Mirio slowly riled you up with teasing touches and sensual kisses, but now that he was the one in that position, he was scared to mess up. He didn’t want to lose you just because he still didn’t know what to do. Having noticed the way Tamaki was just staring ahead with confused and shaky eyes, Mirio stepped up behind you. 

“Just like this,” Mirio mumbled as he guided Tamaki’s hands to your waist, humming in approval when Tamaki pulled you closer to where your chests were touching.

Tamaki let out a nervous breath as he shyly started to move your hips against his. He couldn’t help but whimper when your clothed core grinded against his cock just right. His fingers tightened on your skin, sure to leave bruises that you’ll stare at with lust later on. After he got used to the slow and gentle rhythm, he hesitantly placed his lips on yours. They were so soft against his own that he couldn’t help but use more force, his desperation apparent in his inexperienced movements. The kiss was sloppy and wet, but it was perfect. 

The feeling of kissing you felt so magical, so right. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but here. Right here, where your hips were frantic against his own thrusting hips. With the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard falling from your mouth, panting into his own. It had to be his favorite sound in the whole world, and knowing he was the cause of it? He was already so close to breaking apart, cock twitching in his tight pants, knowing there was a noticeable wet spot. Whether that spot was from your own juices or from his own leaking cock, he didn’t care. He loved it.

He wanted to have you cum on him, he wanted to cum on you. Yet, he also wanted to see you cum on his best friend. Did this make him a horrible boyfriend? Wanting to see you get off on another man? No, it wasn’t just some other man. It was his best friend. Only his best friend. He only trusted Mirio to treat you right, make you feel the way you deserved to feel.

Right as he felt like he was ready to cum, he broke away from your lips, panting hard. “Wait.. wait!” Hearing his desperate voice, you immediately stopped moving on him, cupping his face in worry. Seeing you about to ask him what was wrong, he quickly spoke up, “You didn’t do anything wrong! I loved every second of that… I just… I think I want to watch you m-make.. out… with Mirio instead…”  

“Are you sure, baby?” You asked him, voice soft and tender. He nodded as he glanced at Mirio, telling him with his eyes that he was serious and ok with it. 

“That’s it, Sunshine,” Mirio panted out, fingers tightening on your hips, “Being so good for me.” The praise left you whining with your mouth open. “Oh? I think your girl likes to be praised, Tamaki,” Mirio said to your boyfriend now, never taking his eyes off of you.

Tamaki moaned quietly, “S-she’s such a good girl!” The end of his sentence was cut off by him gasping and whimpering at the pleasure shooting through his sensitive body.

Both yours and Mirio’s attention locked onto where he was sitting in his desk chair, watching as he palmed his cock through his pants. The sight of his flushed cheeks, lustful eyes, and parted mouth paired with the way Mirio was moving you on his cock had you instantly crying out as an orgasm ripped through your body. Feeling your shaking body release on his lap had Mirio groaning and continuing to move you, helping you ride out your release. Not even a few moments later, Mirio had also started to cum in his jeans, thrusting his hips up against yours, wishing there was nothing that separated the two of you. The sound of your overstimulated whine was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear more sounds from you. As the two of you came down from your highs, you could hear Tamaki’s quiet voice. 

“Can…” Tamaki trailed off, staring at where you and Mirio were connected, “I want…” Mirio hummed as he helped you turn around to see your boyfriend better. “I want to make her…” 

Mirio grinned teasingly at his best friend, “Go on, Tama. Tell us what you want to do to your girlfriend.”

“I want to make her c-cum on me, too,” Tamaki embarrassingly said as he tried his hardest not to cover his red face in shame. The depraved words coming from your boyfriend had you ready for more already. Overstimulation forgotten. 

The blonde laughed as he felt the way you subtly grinded onto his still rock hard cock. Once again, he helped you off his lap, groaning when he saw the stain of arousal you left on the front of his jeans. Fuck, you were so wet for him. Once you were seated on Tamaki’s lap, Mirio took the desk chair and pulled it closer to the bed. His hand trailed down his toned stomach, coming to rest on his cock, palming himself to the sight in front of him. The view of you and Tamaki locked in an intense kiss as you dry humped each other had him feral with want. Pairing that with the sight of Tamaki lifting your shirt up to feel more of your skin against his hands made Mirio feel like he was going to lose his mind.

Mirio couldn’t help but to shove his hand down his jeans, fingers gripping and stroking his leaking length. His hand moved up and down slowly, trying not to orgasm too soon. He wondered how your hand would feel on him…His grip tightened and the speed of his movements sped up when he saw the way Tamaki’s fingers had turned into tentacles. God, the sight of the suckers latching and popping off your skin had him groaning with his head thrown back in pleasure. He knew the sight of the small circles left behind on your waist would never leave his mind.

“Oh? I think she likes your tentacles, Tamaki,” Mirio mumbled from behind you, hand coming to hold the back of your neck with his strong hand. When had he gotten up from his seat? “Maybe you could try that out some other time, hm? Would you like that, pretty girl?”

Moaning, you frantically nodded your head at his words, “Yes! Wanna feel them on me more, wanna feel them… Feel them inside of me!” You ended with a gasp right as you wrapped your arms around Tamaki’s neck, clinging to him as your body jolted from the pleasure rolling through your system. Tamaki cried out as he was also hit with his release, desperately holding you to his body, eyes squeezed shut.

It took a few more moments before you and your boyfriend finally released your arms from each other. Smiling at him, you lightly kissed his kiss-swollen lips. Mirio stared at you two with a soft gaze, happy he was able to help the both of you. Looking up at his friend, Tamaki shyly smiled at him. 

“Thank you for the help, Mirio,” Tamaki whispered, realizing you had fallen asleep in his arms, snuggled into his neck. He shuddered at the way your warm breath hit his neck. 

Laughing quietly, Mirio waved his hands, “It was no problem! I’m happy to help anytime!” His words had Tamaki’s mind racing with thoughts of what else could happen between the three of you…

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— count to five + mirio togata.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when your job as your teacher takes you halfway across japan, you don’t expect a little boy and his father to change your life nearly as much as they do. or the five times in which you encounter mirio togata and his son, yoshi.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, single-parenthood, mention of hospitals, mentions of reader being smaller than mirio, unprotected sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, choking, dacryphilia, auralism, scratching, biting, creampie, squirting, fingering ( f!receiving ), praise!kink, daddy!kink, size!kink - fem!reader, teacher!reader, single-dad!mirio.

⭑ words — 6.3K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! it’s been a while! thank your being patient with me! here’s a little commission written for the lovely @roses-and-whisky who has given me permission to post. i hope you all enjoy !! - m.list ✩

the first time you meet mirio togata, it’s oddly warm for the season— the usual bite to a late autumn’s day nowhere to be found. sunshine beats down on your back, only adding to the heat simmering and rushing through your body as you work to unload moving boxes from the van you’d hired. though, you’re sweaty, and tired from hours of travelling across the cities of Japan, you’re excited for your fresh start. a degree hanging from your belt, plenty of experience behind you— the world is now your oyster.

cardboard filled with knickknacks and memories from your parents, childhood and all your school years sits heavy in your palms before you place it on the sidewalk— knowing that your host in this city will help you move into the gated community nearby, a room with your name painted into the blank white walls already set up for you. 

“thas’a cool snow globe!” a childish, boy-ish voice squeaks from beside you once you’ve set the box down— daring to tug your gaze upwards to meet a child who perhaps embodies the same sunshine that’s giving you warmth today. his eyes are a brilliant blue, gaps in his teeth where his adult ones just about break through the gums. the boy points a finger tip covered in blue marker, no doubt, towards the trinket in your box with glimmering matching eyes. 

smiling softly, you take it out of your box, thumbing the embossed logo of your university before shaking it and handing it to the tiny blonde. “isn’t it?” you whisper to him like you’re sharing a secret, leaning in real close and cupping his hands in your own. they’re warm. “if you hold it up to the sky, just right…” you add, pushing your hands upward with his to hold the snow globe under the sun. “the light catches on the glitter inside, making a snowy little rainbow!”

“woaaaah! that’s even cooler!” 

the boy grins, eyes scintillating like the pearlescent flecks mixed into the water of your snow globe— little bits of white covering the two happy caricatures stuck inside. 

“yoshi! how many times do i have to tell you not to run ahead, buddy?” the little boy, that you now know as yoshi, freezes in place— candescent azure eyes shooting over to his father as if he’s been caught in the act. he knows they’ll be late for swimming if they don’t keep walking…but your snow globe is just so cool. if you thought the kid was bright, the man before you is even brighter…the centre of your solar system, a warm heart lodged between his two juicy pecs and a chiselled jaw. he looks like he’s walked straight out of a movie, sending your brain into a tizzy. 

he’s stunning and your words come out jumbled as you address him. “is he yours?” you ask, body struck with the heat of the pro hero before you, the sun above you too. 

you feel a bit silly for asking the question, the uncanny resemblance between the two becoming even more obvious— as with the fact that it’s lemillion you’re talking to. the elder blonde’s hearty laughter echoing between you both on the side of the street. “yes, he’s mine. all my own flesh and blood,” mirio responds proudly. you’ve always loved children, but you never thought the pro hero would have one of his own.

and you never thought you’d wanted to mother someone’s children as much as you did his. mirio togata, desirable, handsome and good with kids. 

“introduce yourself buddy, be polite.” 

the little boy nods eagerly, bowing to you with respect after beaming at you warmly. “i-i’m yoshi togata! nice ta’meet you ma’am!” 

you giggle and mirio grins. you’re cute, endearing almost— and he finds himself laughing with you.

“it’s lovely to meet you too, yoshi,” you reply, sticking your hand out to shake his tinier one as you give them both your name kindly. 

sweet, just like you. mirio likes the way you interact with his son. he likes you, so far.

before mirio can introduce himself back, the driver in your mover’s van honks loudly. “move it lady! i’m not waitin’ out here for you all day or i’m uppin’ the price of your service.” you give the pair an apologetic look in response, offering a high five to yoshi and a shy wave to his dad, scurrying off to finish unloading the van. 

and mirio watches you go, for more than one reason.

the second time you encounter mirio togata, is after a disaster— his very reason for existence, his sunshine, little yoshi, nearly loses his light. 

you had always wanted to teach. nurturing children into the faces of tomorrow was your calling— guiding them to be good and help others without question…and as it turns out, the graduate teaching position you’d been hired for took in a lot of students who were the children of pro heroes, and the little blonde raised by his almost identical father just so happened to be a student in your kindergarten class. yoshi togata had taken an instant liking to you as his teacher, a child-like wonder akin to magic from fairy tales emitting from the little boy whenever you looked at him, helped him along in reading and solving calculations in the dreaded maths classes. 

yoshi absolutely adored you. 

he wanted to sit with you at lunch time, tucked himself into your side during nap time and screamed your name the first time his quirk ever activated. as much as the darling boy looked like pro hero lemillion— his quirk was scarily similar to it as well.

yoshi wails the whole way to the hospital, the lack of air he received after slipping through the concrete in the school yard while scraping his knee, a little beyond the school nurse’s jurisdiction. you’d already gotten someone to cover your class, speeding to the nearest emergency room with hope that someone had alerted his father of the situation.

when mirio arrives, yoshi’s cheeks are luckily smeared with chocolate pudding cups instead of saltine tears and he’s surprisingly cheerful for a kid attached to a small IV drip— dressed in his own red-riot themed hospital gown, with you resting beside the bed in his ward.

“how ya feelin’ buddy?” lemillion whispers, tone on the edge of worry as he slips off the cape to his hero costume. “heard you got your quirk today.” 

the bouncing baby boy with sunshine in his eyes shuffles onto his knees, wobbling over the edge of his bed before being snatched up by his dad, bright laughter bubbling on his lips when he nearly slips through the beefy man’s arms. “uh huh! an’ miss got me puddin’ cups! said i was real brave.” 

“you were kid, but we gotta get this quirk under control! dad’s gonna have to teach ya!”

togata turns to you next, appreciation evident on his matured features— radiating around you warmly. “h-he really was brave,” you say sincerely, sitting up and a little more awake now the pro hero of your dreams is looking deep into your soul. “i was so worried! but yoshi behaved just like a pro.” you cringe a little at your choice of words, but the strapping blonde before you only takes your hand, lips brushing across the back of your knuckles in such a way that tingles run down your spine. 

sapphire orbs flick upwards to make yours as you feel the heat of the sun simmering underneath your cheeks. 

“thank you for looking out for him,” he says, voice cheerful and like honey in your ears. “i never got to properly introduce myself, even after all this time. i’m—“

“lemillion, i-i know.” 

“mirio. togata, actually. and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” mirio cuts you off but the gentle smile never leaves his handsome face, and you’re sure you might pass out— embarrassed by his forwardness and flirting in front of his son, your student ( who’s too occupied by pudding cups and old cartoon reruns to actually care. ) 

there’s a knock to the door before it opens as the two of you share a moment. “mrs…togata and lemillion, sir! i have an update on your son’s vitals and quirk—“ suddenly, the doctor enters the room like a hurricane disrupting a quaint little farm.

and you jump back from the pro hero, bashful and shy. “o-oh! no. i’m not…we’re not!” gesturing between yourself and mirio, you shake your head— trying to dispel any wedded-couple vibes the pair of you might give off. “i’m just the teacher.” 

the doctor raises a brow, looking up from his sheets on the young togata’s vitals and then hums. “my apologies then,” he turns to mirio. “your son seems to be doing extremely well— considering the circumstances and shock to his body he must’ve experienced….” 

the doctor’s words fade into nothing but static as you attempt to calm your beating heart— sending reassuring smiles in yoshi’s direction from time to time while his father and the medical expert discuss the next steps to take regarding his quirk. 

but you don’t think you’ll get your heart to calm down tonight… not with the way mirio still holds your hand, thumb brushing over the back of it fondly.

your third memorable encounter with mirio togata falls on the day of your school’s winter fundraiser. 

lemillion had made himself a permanent fixture in your humble little life as a teacher—somehow acquiring your number from the school offices to constantly text you throughout the day. you knew that the pair of you were crossing the boundaries of professionalism, parent and teacher, but it couldn’t be helped. your heart fluttered at every message you exchanged, pictures of yoshi enjoying himself at school and some of mirio on patrol being sent back and forth. 

and so, you were beyond excited when the winter fate rolled around, the children of your class volunteering with their parents to help out at different stalls— yoshi had been sure to sign up to help you with the bake sale, roping in his dad as well. the two stayed up all night prior, baking pro hero themed cupcakes decorated with hundreds and thousands and dollops of tubed colourful frosting to sell, though messy, it only warmed your heart having their company.

“remember yoshi, i don’t want you phasing through the tables to steal the merchandise from the bake sale!” you remind the younger togata sweetly as he helps you set up the various baked goods for display. he shakes his head in affirmation, golden curls bouncing over ocean eyes and freckled cheeks despite the crumbs residing on them— evidence of his crimes. “though, i’m sure your dad will boost our donations! since he’s a pro hero and all.” not to mention all the mothers and single teachers are ogling the hell out him right now, you’re sure that they’re plotting your murder too. 

wiping yoshi’s mouth, you shift your attention to his father— rolling your eyes amusedly at the bags under his own from staying up late to bake. “i certainly must be givin’ you an ego boost helping out too, having a pro hero do all your dirty work.” lemillion teases, voice lowered and husky— though grateful when you pass him a hot coffee. 

“oh please mister togata,” turning on your own flirty charm, you send a wink the pro hero’s way. “you adore being my little helper, i’m sure you’ve missed having a woman boss you about like you need.” the second half of your words are whispered, almost sultry as you cross more boundaries in your unique and blossoming relationship. 

mirio flushes, and in the tight space of your bakesale booth— presses his broad and molten-warm chest against your back, coffee in one hand while the other sits in a calculated manor on your hip. 

“oh, i do love a woman in charge, miss.” the way he utters your name, sounds like and is as sweet as melted chocolate— far too risqué for a school fundraiser, and it’s your turn to shy away from the heat of the moment. 

you allow yourself to be distracted by the children, yoshi included — who must have snuck off using his quirk— playing dangerously close to a heavily decorated Christmas tree that threatens to topple over as they weave around beneath it, and rush off to stop them— leaving the darling lemillion to deal with a swarm of hungry mothers and staff, desperate for a slice of his pie and not the cake your booth has to offer. he can’t help but watch you longingly, the way you bend down to speak soft to the children, holding their chubby little hands while giving them a gentle reprimand. 

you’re so good with kids, good with yoshi— and mirio would be lying if he didn’t say you were good with him too. 

you didn’t judge him for having a child before marriage, when he was still making a name for himself— you were kind to him, sweet and oh so understanding. 

and perhaps he’d come to like you for reasons more than just being good with his son.

though his fantasises of having you close, having you to himself and making you a part of his family are promptly cut short by the intrusion of his long time friend…izuku midoriya. when the number one, his competion from way back when, seems to appear from nowhere— joining you with the now squealing children, giving them a lesson ( no doubt ) on how to be a good hero. or some mushy crap like that. 

you seem impressed, smitten at how good deku is with your students, ruffling their hair and holding them up high above the green ringlets that make everyone go crazy…including you. mirio doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up brighter than those on the Christmas tree as izuku plays with your kids, puts his hand on the small of your back and whispers way too damn close to your ear. 

since when did that shrimp have moves? the blonde can’t help but wonder. why do you like him so much?

your smile is near blinding when you return back to the bake sale booth with izuku on your arm— rambling about how much it took to get him to come, how good for the school it will be… as if togata hadn’t been standing right there the entire time. it bothers mirio a little bit, just how bright you shine when this other man is around, despite the budding romance you both might be sharing. 

so he really can’t help himself, jealousy boiling over, when he blurts out. “are you two dating? am i missing something, number one?” in a strained, faux happy voice. 

“o-oh! god no!” 

“w-what? mirio no! midoriya is my cousin.” you’re quick to dismiss the idea, shaking your head while the number one hero turns bright red. “i invited him along today because he’s obviously a hit amongst single parents— freckles like this are sure to bring in the big bucks.” you cheer, punching your relatives star spotted cheeks. 

izuku is rendered embarrassed for the remainder of the fundraiser, mirio absolutely mortified and you extremely amused but the rest of the bake sale goes without a hitch until closing and clean up time. yoshi sleeps on a bench behind your booth ( ultimately crashing from a sugar high ) as your cousin serves the very last of your eager customers trying to tempt him with their cookies instead of buying the ones izuku‘s girlfriend makes for a living.

as though not to disturb his sleeping son, the elder blonde shoots you a quick text.

mister togata - 5:45PM : I definitely was not jealous earlier. 

mister togata - 5:46PM : So pls disregard me making a fool out of myself in front of your cousin.

you stifle a breathless chuckle like music to mirio’s ears, before looking back to see if yoshi is still resting peacefully and shoot another text in response.

yoshi’s pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : oh i dunno, don’t think i can forget you mistaking my cousin for my boyfriend. 

yoshi’s pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : but maybe i can make an exception for you. 

that familiar crack of heat flitters in the air when you both look up from your phones and catch one another’s gaze— suddenly aware of how small the space in booth is, how close you both are…how if you stood on your tiptoes you might be able to…

to kiss him.

to kiss one another.

but the moment is soon lost, wanting energy dissipating within the air as yoshi stirs to mumble tiredly. “don’ get too close to daddy miss!” the baby boy utters your name once, rubbing his eyes. “he’s got cooties.”

it’s only then that you truly realise how close you to the man…to this pro hero whose son is someone that you teach. it’s wrong, unprofessional… and losing your career isn’t worth kissing togata, no matter how much you want it.

so you back away— treating mirio togata as if he really does have cooties, putting up a wall between you both.

the fourth time you cross paths with mirio togata, you’re wet. 

and not because of him. 

the rain from an unexpected storm after work soaks you to the bone as you desperately call out to deku from your shared front porch— pleading and begging with the gods for him to be home since you’d forgotten your house keys back at your office on campus. 

neither of you had realised it at the time, but when you’d first met mirio on your move-in date— you’d made arrangements to bunk with your cousin, izuku, in the same gated community that mirio lived in. the one where he just so happened to be neighbours with the top hero too. 

the sunshine-like pro hero had spotted you shivering like a purse dog outside while home with a sickly little yoshi and despite the frosty awkwardness that built up between you both after the bake-sale, mirio knew it would be cruel of him to just leave you outside like that. “come inside,” he frowns, as if to scold you the same way you’d do with your students. “you’ll catch a cold like this if you don’t. and i’m not taking no for an answer, deku is on patrol, won’t be home until late.” 

you look defeated, like a kicked puppy as you trudge into the togata household, clothes heavy with water. “i’m sorry,” you pout, as cute as ever— stealing mirio’s heart right from where it beats in his chest. 

“don’t be, head upstairs and take the first right into my room. you can grab a change of clothes and stay here until your cousin comes home. i’ll fix you something to eat.” 

it has the man’s stomach in knots how easily you follow his command, how beautiful you look with raindrops clinging to your skin. you’re even more so when you come back down dressed in an old sir night-eye shirt of his, heading over to join a pleased yoshi on the couch who can’t stop talking about how how he hated missing school and being sick and how glad he is that you came to visit.

yoshi trusts you so much, and that’s more than enough to drive mirio insane…but seeing you in his shirt too? it’s icing on the cake. 

the rest of the evening is spent with you making funny shaped homemade pizzas with the younger togata and picking a book for him while his father and lemillion draws him a bubble bath. after washing up, you read yoshi the story until his eyes droop… and you can’t help but be a little jealous of how long his golden lashes are as they brush the freckles on his chubby cheeks. mirio spends that time avoiding eye contact, staring at your bottom when it peeks out from under his shirt and thinking of you in the most unholy ways.

when the time comes, you tuck the darling yoshi into his dinosaur and suneater themed sheets alongside his father before letting the elder togata guide you to the guest bedroom just one floor up and two doors down from his own. “sleep tight,” you murmur to the man, just a breath’s width apart in the doorway. “i-i’ll head back to midoriya’s in the morning. s-so thank you for tonight…”

he wants to say thank you back, for spending time with his son and teaching him so well, but lemillion’s words are lost on the way you look up at him with such bright doe eyes and a sleepy sweet smile. you chuckle breathlessly and slip away into the room, leaving mirio a flustered statue in place. 

neither of your nights end there, however.

crossing the lines of professionalism once more, surrounded by all of his scents— hazelnuts and burning wood…you’re overcome with desire, there’s a familiar twitch between your thighs and a throb at your clit that you have to soothe. every neuron in your brain screams at you to stop, though your fingers circle your nub from over the crotch of your panties and thoughts of mirio above you, inside of of you and all over you ebb at your moral judgement. 

it’s wrong, to moan mirio’s name into his sheets that smell like him…for you cunt to drool selfishly through your night clothes against the warm blanket he’d provided you with. the blonde hears you through the paper thin walls, cock swelling more and more with every mewl you let out. ones that are promised to him and him alone. 

mirio chokes on groans, fists his cock and spreads his precum all over his expensive bed linen, humping his duvet as he imagines your supple, heated flesh beneath him. you’re like the sun, pulling him into your orbit and incinerating him from the inside out. he calls your name like it’s a prayer, half hoping you can hear his wanton for you echo across the hall, too busy jacking off to burst into your room and pump you full. make you a mother to his second and third child. 

it’s far from appropriate, the pair of you getting off to one another in the middle of the night like this— but neither of you can think to stop, minds clouded by lust and orgasms that breach the horizon of the early morning… the tastes of each other’s names like sins on your tongues.

the filth and final time you encounter mirio togata like this, you’re like a lamb being sent to the slaughter.

pretty prey walking into the lion’s den.

you learn from yoshi during pick-up time that his father had fallen sick with the winter’s cold…explaining why you hadn’t seen him much between the special encounters after your night of sin. suneater— or mister amajiki, a close friend of the togatas, picks up yoshi under the guise of a play date while mirio recovers from a particularly serious cold and flu he caught on patrol. 

“you should go see daddy!” yoshi babbles before bounding down to his uncle’s car. “he calls out for you a lot!” the cluelessness yet enthusiasm of a child will never cease to amaze you, and you have to control your stutter when hesitantly agreeing with your student. you know why mirio calls your name so much, that night hadn’t been the only time you’d gotten off to one another, nor would it be the last. you’d even walked in on the pro hero fisting his cock with your name wet on his tongue but neither of you had said a word at the time. 

once all of your students have been sent off with their parents and carers, you make sure to swing by the closest mart to make somewhat of a care package for mister togata. some cough drops, cold medicine, heating pads for his hands and several tins of soup— all with the hope of helping him feel better. 

you’re not nearly prepared for the sight you’re given when knocking on mirio’s door later on.

he says your name as soon as he opens up, hoarse and almost sultry,, and the man is half naked too— golden skin radiating with heat, coruscating with sweat and a slight flush from the fever. “fuck, pretty girl. you’ve come t’take care of me, hm?” mirio slurs in a slow and sexy way, swaying on his feet and collapsing onto you right on the front porch. “wha’d’are ya doin’ here gorgeous?” 

embarrassment floods your veins, tangling with the heat burning from mirio against you. “l-lets get you inside, you’re sick.” 

“lovesick, baby, been missin’ you all week.” 

his words shouldn’t send your brain into a flurry as you push the pro hero back into his house but they do. you struggle with avoiding how he slobbers all over you like a horny dog, how he smirks cockily  while you push him to sit against the livingroom couch. “we need to bring down this fever,” dismissing the blonde, you rush to his kitchen for a tall glass of water and boil the kettle to make him one of those medicated hot drinks. “you’ll be better soon, mister togata.”

blinking over at you with reddened lined eyes, lemillion keeps a predatory gaze on you despite how ill he is. “using formalities with me, sunshine?” he coos in response, distracted when you return by attempting to tug off more of his clothes…or his pants, rather. “that’s not what you were calling me the other night when you phoned to let me watch you shove your tiny fingers into that tight…pretty pussy…moaning my name—“ 

“mirio!” 

“just like that gorgeous… fuck, say it again, baby.” you know that the man is delirious with his flu, but the low voice he drops deep, dripping with honey, filling you with that familiar lust you got off on whenever the two of you met up in secret. “‘mirio, m-mirio…oh fuck! mirio!’ you get so cute when you whine for me like that.” he’s playing you for a fool and you’re falling for it— like an easy game of cat and mouse, mirio coyly flirting with you as you desperately try to keep his sweatpants on. bundling him up in blankets and filling him up with cold water to calm down his fever. 

you’re about to check his temperature again while pressing the back of your hand to his forehead when large and calloused hands grip the fat at your hips— tugging you straight into mirio’s lap like a lion dragging around its prey before the kill. “d-doesn’t look like you’re hot anymore…” you squeak, quivering in his grip and feeling every ripple of his thighs and abs beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself against him. 

“fever went down ages ago baby,”  he grins, all toothy and pearly white— pinching your waist, slender fingers cupping the curve of your ass to pull you back and forth over the growing bulge in his lap. “you’re just so fucking cute, dotin’ all over me, sunshine.” biting your lip, you fall apart easily— bearing witness to tousled golden locks and a smirk that sets a fire alight in your lower belly. “you wanna kiss me, don’t you?” 

then you’re nodding your head, any logical thought cleared from your mind ( even the ones about not spreading germs that you usually tell to your students )— you want to know what the sun tastes like, if it’s as warm or as hot as science makes it seem. a heavy hand cups your throat without squeezing and brings you down for a passionate lip lock, your own finding the thick tresses of light and fiery hair as mirio’s tongue glides over the seam of your lips after pressing against yours. you moan at the sweet taste of honey and ginger on his lips, whimper in the form of begging for the man to let you in and consume you whole until you’re nothing but stardust.

neither of you part, lungs burning for oxygen like you’re lost in space with no air to breathe— grinding and kissing like your lives depend on it. everything is sloppy, spit-slicked and full of the admissions of feelings— you like each other. need each other like the earth needs its light and the sun needs something to shine down on. mirio sucks on your bottom lip, takes it between his teeth and slowly pulls away from you, but you follow him, chasing your own personal ecstasy. 

“so needy, sunshine,” mirio coos, a certain deep rasp caught in the ridges of his throat. “so pretty like this too, so cute, all small in my lap. with my hands around your darlin’ little neck.” cobalt eyes, as luminous as the skies on a clear day flicker up to meet yours, swimming with tears of desperation— a craving for more of mirio togata carved into each fleck, drowning your dilated pupils. “do you want me to fuck you?” 

you nod again, the world around you spinning and your thoughts intoxicated with the golden boy hero beneath your thighs that tremble with each compliment he feeds to you. “yes— god, please.” 

“please, what?” togata asks you, voice stern as he works on pulling you out of the layers of your clothes— blouse and bra gone before you can even register it. 

pouting, you whisper a needy. “m-mirio?” 

shaking his head as if chastising a child, the man tuts and mocks your pout all while working on plucking off your skirt next, leaving you in nothing but your innocent cotton panties. “that’s daddy when i’m with you,” he tells you like it’s a promise with his fingers once again fumbling between your bodies and underwear to toy with the pearl between your puffy pussy lips, dragging the newfound wetness over your clit. clear strings of your arousal seep through your panties and leave a dark spot on his sweats. “daddy, when i have you like this, you got that?”

“y-yes,” you mewl eagerly, shifting on your knees so you’re better spread over mirio’s lap— giving him better access to prep your sweet hole as it flutters around his thick digits, earning a breathless chuckle from his wet lips. “yes, daddy.” 

“good fucking girl,” he says proudly, gaze fixated on between your pretty thighs— watching you quiver from the praise before mirio relents, easing two fingers past your soaked entrance and scissoring them immediately. stretching you wide to take his girthy cock. “oh fuck, my little sunshine’s so warm, so wet for me.” he groans, drawing his name against your silken walls, thumb painting wide sloppy circles into your clit.

your face feels hot with tears, something that mirio enjoys seeing, especially when they clump in your eyelashes. “please…i want more,” i want you. is what you mean, nails lightly cutting into mirio’s shirtless shoulders as you ride the digits pumping in and out of your slick cunt, squeezing tight around them as you gush into the seat of his palm. “d-daddy!” 

“shhh, i know little sunshine, daddy knows,” he hums softly after pressing down on your g-spot, carefully pulling his fingers out of you to push you onto your back on the couch. “be good f’me and don’t cum yet, kay? want you to hold onto that until i’ve got you on my cock. yeah?” mirio’s words are tender, though domineering, while he shifts to hover over you, hot tongue burning against your skin as he licks a trail from the hem of your panties, between your arching back, bare breasts and budding nipples until he meets your lips— drooling into your eager open mouth as you pant out for more. “so fucking perfect, sunshine.” 

cool air rushes over your pulsating, glistening pussy— mirio having pulled your underwear aside, only causing you to cry out from the lack of stimulation. “don’t cry, pretty baby,” you manage to hear him over the blood pulsing through your ears, body tingling all over at the feeling of mirio’s girthy cock pressing against your inner thigh through layers of fabric. “‘m gonna fuck you now, don’t worry. daddy’s gotcha.” 

he hikes a thigh of yours up over his hip, shoving down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his mushroomed and seedy cockhead press into the heat of your pussy. you dig your nails into mirio’s sweaty scalp, mouth hanging open and hips rising from the sticky leather of the couch covered in your juices. the man above you is the centre of your universe, you think. though your relationship may be somewhat taboo, you feel the care and affection he has for you in every single one of his touches. calloused hands moulding your body into the perfect shape to fuck, to make love to and makes you feel like jello as his fat, veiny dick pushes deeper into you— big for the slickness of your pussy to resist him. 

“relax for daddy, sweetheart, let me in…c’mon, fuck. open up f’me,” mirio simpers, rolling his hips slow and sensual until your walls tremble around him— welcoming his dick home, bathing him in all of your arousal. he throbs inside you, finally sheathed in all your warmth as if you’re the core of his earth. “that’s it…my good girl, oh fuck. fuck, you feel better than i ever imagined. so fucking tight baby, gonna let daddy fuck you right, huh?” you can tell that he’s losing himself within you, now forcing your knees into your shoulders to put you into a mating press and wasting no more time setting a rough, feverish pace to his hips and pounding into your sweet cunt. 

you cry and squeal and claw at togata, the world spinning on its axis around you while the blonde fucks you into a stupor— his tip smearing copious amounts of thick precum along your velveteen insides until there’s a white ring of your mixed arousals cuffed around the base of his blue veined cock. “d-daddy…s’good. so fuckin’ good,” your own juices splash up against the pro hero’s stomach and and every time his hips slam down against your own— wet skin slapping on skin in a rhythmic and sensual tune. 

galaxies twinkle in your pretty eyes, your teeth sinking into mirio’s golden and broad shoulders while you scratch at his back. the sound of sex clinging to the air in the room is primal, animalistic as lemillion cups your throat again— tilting your head so that he can mark his claim into your sweat tainted flesh. the fabric of your panties pushed to the side rubs deliciously at his soaked, creamy shaft and the waistband of his pants rub your clit raw, the effect the clothing has on you both leading you to believe that neither of you will last much longer like this.

“‘m makin’ you see fuckin’ stars, aren’t i sunshine?” he asks you, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust—cum-loaded balls tapping against your ass, the sound mixing with your squeals to make a lustful song. “want this pretty pussy to cum for me. can you do that, my good girl?” mirio moans heartily above the couch squeaking beneath your bodies that dance together in rough and passionate movements.

he smiles again, nice and bright when you nod and start to circle your hips upwards as best as you can into his. “‘m close, can cum for daddy. wanna cum for daddy. please don’t stop, please—!”

“alright baby, i gotcha…look at you. so cute and needy for your daddy. for me.” mirio gunts back into your mouth, falling apart at the sight of your lovesick and teary face, crumbling at the way your cunt clamps down on him— refusing to let him pull out in an attempt to milk him for all his worth. you’re tight around him, practically choking mirio’s cock as his fat milky tip bullies your insides and harshly bares down on your g-spot— sending you headfirst into your orgasm. “that’s it…fuck look at that, pretty lil pussy cummin’ around daddy’s fat cock. s-shit.”

soft praises are expelled into the buzzing air between you both, with you gasping for breath and squirting on the blonde’s dick so hard that he’s forced out of your pulsing walls before he cums in hot waves over your raw mound— painting your ravaged pussy lips white with his hot and thick seed. 

you’re both left panting and sticky messes on the couch as you come down from your highs— your mind running a mile a minute when you realise what’s just happened, what you’ve done with the father of your student. no less.

“m-mister togata, i-i’m—“ you start to apologise, coming too, heart rate spiking in your chest. 

but mirio is quick to stop you, forehead and sweaty blonde locks pressed to your own with a dreamy and satisfied look on your face. “before you say anything more. i want you to know that this wasn’t just a hook up for me. nor were the times before that.” he explains,blinking up at you with unadulterated affection, perhaps even love. “i like you, a-and i like how you look out for my son. and i know our relationship has been far from appropriate, i’d like to take you out for a proper date— do things right instead of sleeping with you to work up my courage to ask you out.” 

“mirio…” you smile, brushing back his hair. “i’d love that, a lot actually.”

“yeah?” he asks, timid for a man who just fucked you to the high heavens and back before linking your fingers. “say you mean it, or you’ll be breakin’ both mine and yoshi's hearts.” 

“yeah…” you murmur through a laugh, leaning up for a sweet kiss to seal the deal. 

the fifth time you encounter mirio togata, you walk into the lions den, but come out with him hand in hand— your hearts belonging to one another.

[candiiee]

mirio togata x reader !!

maybe aged up to when their married?

🫐

OOH

It’s a bit short, sorry!

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ღ

summary: what non/nonnette said

warnings: none, pure fluff

Coming home to you was always fun. He knew, of course. He had done so multiple times before, Mirio Togata.

You had a routine. He came home, usually bruised. You sat him down on the living room couch, and started to tend to his wounds.

While he could have gone to the hospital to get patched up, he preferred you, his wonderful wife.

But today was his off day. Putting his arms around you as you made dinner, for the both of him.

And being Mirio, he got an idea.

“Care for a dance?” You turn to see your husband, in a slight bow, hand in front of you.

You giggle, and take it, and he twirls you around the kitchen. It feels magical.

So you dance. Round and round.

The waltz. The Charleston. Old timey dances. You name it. Even the tango.

But, all good things have to come to an end.

For the soup is burning.

Oh, to be married to Mirio Togata is truly a wonderful thing.

[horrorlove14]

The Merman and His Human - My Hero Academia

Pairing: Merman! Mirio Togata x Human! Reader

A/N: The reader is gender neutral.

Mirio has always been interested in the surface above his home, the sea, because he likes to observe the humans at a nearby beach and keeps his distance so as to not spook them with his appearance.

One particular quiet night when he decided to visit the beach, he saw you sitting down on the sand alone, drawing something in your sketchbook with a peaceful expression on your face.

He decided to approach you because he thought that you were beautiful/ handsome, and once he did, you got quite startled by his appearance, causing you to drop your sketchbook and pencil as a result.

You were very surprised to see an actual merman up close in person. You observe him from his toned upper body, blonde hair, and blue eyes to his tail, which is a beautiful shade of red and gold mixed together.

He feels bad about it but gently reassures you that he's here to not cause you any harm, which has calmed you down. You introduce yourself to him, and he does the same. He asks what you were drawing in your sketchbook, and you happily show him your current drawing and your past ones, which amazes him with your talent.

You two would meet up at the beach at every chance you get because you would teach him about humans, and he teaches you about mer people. During this time, he introduced his best friends, and they formed a fast friendship with you after seeing that you're not a threat to them.

As time went on, Mirio realised that he had fallen in love with you from the moment you two become friends and want to make you his mate, despite you being a human and turns to his best friends for advice.

Once he had gathered up his courage, both of you met up at the beach at the usual time with his best friends watching from a distance, hoping that the love confession will be a success because they want Mirio to be happy.

Mirio takes your hands to cup his face as he makes a sweet, heartfelt confession while you're blushing uncontrollably because you have never been confessed in your life and trying to keep your cool at the same time.

After hearing his confession, you smile and tell him that you feel the same for him and Mirio rejoice before leaning forward to kiss you on the lips and it felt magical since this is your first ever kiss.

Once the kiss is broken, you could hear his friends cheer from the distance, which leaves you more flustered while Mirio embraces you, feeling happy that his love for you has been reciprocated.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BIG THREE HEADCANONS

Ight, so just imagine that you were there along with the Big 3 and Deku at the Eri mission, but you didn't go to the UA. After you saved Eri, she had taken a liking to you and pretty soon, you got an invite from All Might himself to join UA'S hero course and yeah, you became a part of the Big 3 pretty quick

During the mission when you didn't know anyone, Mirio saw you trying to protect Eri with you super fabulous quirk and the way you were so.... brave..... 

Tamaki and Nejire see you too and they stare at you in shock and wonder..... you were PERFECT for them and they HAD to rescue you from the horrors of the world no matter what 

So, when you got into the UA, they ALWAYS made sure that you stayed with them and yeah, they were kinda clingy to you. Like, KOALA BEAR kinda clingy, and that's when 3 delusional obsessed yanderes get added to the mix of your fan club 

Tamaki doesn't go insane so quickly, but he agrees that you're very cute and fragile and despite you being strong with a powerful quirk, you could get hurt and that's why Mirio, Nejire and Tamaki wanted to protect you at ANY cost and YES, that also includes kidnapping you but we'll get to that later. You're patient and friendly with him and you like his shy manner and his cute elf ears (lol, who doesn't?)  And as you grow closer and closer to them, Tamaki can't help but think and wonder how blissful and amazing life would be with JUST you, him, Nejire and Mirio and no other distractions in the way 

Nejire, on the other side, decides that you were MADE for each other after she sees you in action. She and the others CANT allow their darling to hurt themselves!! So, expect them being all fussy over you. She is the DEFINITION of clinginess; She'll either be holding your hand or hugging you like a koala or something else. You are of course, oblivious to her signs of actions and you think they're just friendly gestures from a friend, but she sees it as you liking her back and YES, I mean the romantic way. If you do something nice for her, she'll think that you're doing this for HER out of love (WHEEZE- OMG I CANT!!!! XD ) 

Compliment her dress? You must have a crush on her and love her. Invite her for a sleepover or to go out for a snack? She loves you as well. Going for a walk in the park with her? Are you planning on PROPOSING to her? She doesn't bring up whatever you do since she thinks that your gestures are really cute and adorable and you're just shy to cane in to your feelings. And THAT'S why Mirio, Tamaki and she are there to ''HELP'' you understand yourself better and take care of you. On the outside, she just thinks that you're shy but inside, she's BURSTING with her feelings of how cute and shy you are and she starts cooing and squealing all over the place till Mirio and Tamaki have to calm her the FRICK down

Mirio, on the other hand comes up with thousand and one nicknames for you and spends ALL his time thinking about you. Since Mirio is kinda muscular and strong, he'll just smile and stare creepily at the person you're talking to. If it's a girl, Nejire does the honors and if it's a guy... well... He'll make sure you stay away from him. Expect Mirio to be VERY VERY OVERPROTECTIVE of you and yeah, don't forget.... he likes hugging the HELL out of you so don't be shocked when this cuddly hug monster hugs you out of nowhere

Well, they pretty much team up together to keep you safe, but they HATE it when you smile with others. Tamaki is good at manipulating you since his shy personality can come into place (Oh, this boi KNOWS how to play dirty) whereas Mirio and Nejire prefer coaxing the hell out of you like some puppy. If you get hurt, they will by absolute means not leave your side like, AT ALL, and they'll get even MORE clingy than usual. And if it's because of someone, well.... they can kiss the world Sayonara~

But.... yes, every story DOES need some action and drama and kidnapping and all that, so *POOF* (Insert dramatic drumroll here please and cue the suspense music) The LOV KIDNAPS YOU!!!!!!!!!

Well, after the initial freaking the HELL out and after Tamaki crying and everything, they DO eventually manage to save you but they're convinced that their WORST fears of you not being safe anymore is confirmed so they do the only LOGICAL thing that your everyday yandere does: Kidnap you

But... on the bright side, you get to see Eri and WHAT A SHOCKER: SHE'S A PART OF IT TOO!!!!!!! She liked you ever since you saved her and yeah, she likes clinging on to you since she feels safe when she's with you and the Big 3

And yeah, so they kidnap you and assure you that it's for your own good and safety and they put a quirk cancelling cuff on your wrists and baby-proofed the entire house since they obviously don't want their precious little sweetheart (ie, YOU) to get hurt

''It's only a matter of time sunshine that you realize you aren't safe out there''

''Bunny, don't worry, everything's going to be all right''

''Oh sweetie, we'll ALWAYS protect you no matter WHAT and NO ONE is going to get in our way....''