#Pro hero AU

[moonbiit-arts]

[BKDK] Hero Card part 1

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[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot

A/N: this piece was commissioned on my ko-fi page by @unhinged-bratty-boy - I hope you'll like it!

Pro hero Dabi - headcanons PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 3

When you apply to pro hero Dabi's agency, the warnings come pouring in - friends, colleagues, even strangers with opinions. Todoroki Touya, they say, is all trouble. The kind of guy who throws boundaries out the window, a real-life storm of late-night parties and scandalous headlines. His reputation practically writes itself: messy nights, wild flings, his name splashed across the front pages more times than you can count. But you don’t care. All you see is a man with an appetite - for success, for pushing limits - and something about that drive hooks you. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, either.

It only takes a few weeks before you notice the way his gaze lingers on you a bit too long, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips when you catch him watching. To everyone’s surprise - including yours - you’re suddenly the apple of Touya’s eye. He’s dropping casual flirtations that could almost pass as jokes, but there’s a glint in his eye that says otherwise. You can’t put a finger on what’s shifted, what’s drawn him so close, but you don’t mind. Not one bit. Before you know it, the two of you are something - a thing, as he so casually puts it - and that intensity, the heat, becomes something you both can’t let go of.

Every time you have a photoshoot, pro hero Dabi secretly arranges for prints to be delivered directly to his office. He claims it’s “for agency publicity” whenever anyone catches a glimpse of the high-quality photos stacked on his desk, but everyone knows better - especially you. You’ve walked in on him once or twice, perched back in his office chair, idly flipping through the photos as if they’re nothing more than paperwork, but that dark glint in his eye tells a different story. His fingers linger over each image, tracing lines and curves as if committing every detail to memory. There’s no hiding the desire he has for you, and he doesn’t even try to mask it. One day, you step in for a mission briefing, catching him red-handed with your latest set spread out like artwork on display. Your boss raises an eyebrow as he notices you eyeing the photos, that cocky smirk creeping up as he leans back, wholly unbothered. “What?” he drawls, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Can’t a guy appreciate the beauty when he sees it?” He lets the words hang as his gaze drifts lazily from the photos up to meet your eyes, that mischievous spark lighting up as he takes in your slightly shocked expression. “Besides, you’re my sidekick. It’s my job to keep tabs on all your assets.” Heat creeps up your neck, and you can tell by the satisfied look on his face that he’s savoring every second. With a languid stretch, he stands, one of the photos in hand as he strides over, holding it up, letting his gaze flick between it and you like he’s comparing the real thing to the masterpiece. “The photos are nice,” he murmurs, leaning in close, “but seeing you in person? Nothing beats that, princess.” He slips the photo back onto his desk, his fingers grazing yours as his voice drops while he holds your hands, rubbing their top with his thumbs. “You know, if you’re ever up for a private photoshoot, darlin’, I’ll personally handle the camera,” Touya grins wryly, “And,” letting go of one of your hands, pro hero Dabi brushes a thumb along the edge of the photo, “this one? Definitely deserves a frame.”

Pro hero Dabi has a knack for making every training session feel a little too hands-on. When he strides over, all casual confidence, you know exactly what’s coming - his classic move. He’ll slide up behind you, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him, murmuring about your form in that low, easy drawl. His hands settle at your hips, adjusting you with slow, deliberate movements, fingers pressing a little too firmly, lingering just a second too long. There’s a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he makes a show of correcting your posture, and you can almost hear the satisfaction in his voice as he says, “Not bad, not bad…” His fingers slide lower, trailing along the back of your thigh as he adjusts your stance, his touch warm and unhurried. “But maybe you’re in need of a little more practice.” His eyes flick down, smirk widening as he feels you tense up under his touch. “Can’t have you losing your balance now, can we, rookie?” And then there are the moments where he tests your reflexes out of nowhere, moving in quick, unannounced ways that make you jolt and pivot instinctively - only for his hand to fortuitously brush over your ass. You give him a look, one eyebrow raised, but he just chuckles, the sound rich and infuriatingly pleased. “Oops,” he says, the corners of his mouth quirking up as his eyes spark with unhidden amusement. “Guess that’s on me.”

Fighting side by side, seeing you, his sidekick, completely in control as you take down villains one after another, stirs something primal in pro hero Dabi. The fight's barely over, but Dabi’s eyes haven’t left you since it started. Watching you work in that tight costume, landing punches and taking charge with an intensity he can practically feel under his skin - it’s got him all wound up, every move of yours tugging his restraint tauter until he’s gritting his teeth, aching. He’s still got a villain groaning at his feet, but all he can focus on is how you look right now: fierce, defiant, that spark in your eye making it impossible for him to think straight. The rush of adrenaline, the danger - it makes him so hard he has to grit his teeth just to keep his focus on the fight instead of the ache in his dick and balls. It becomes a struggle to keep his mind on the mission, especially when you send one of the villains flying with a well-placed hit, flashing him that nasty glance you master to perfection. Every time you land a move or finish an opponent, it takes every ounce of Touya’s control not to pull you into a dark corner and fuck your sweet pussy senseless. You catch his gaze as you toss one more villain to the ground, giving him that cocky, dangerous smile he knows you wear just for him. His jaw tightens. Just one look, and it’s over. The moment the last thug hits the ground, he’s stepping in close, his breathing ragged, grabbing you by the hips and tugging you flush against him with a force that’s more raw than gentle. He’s hard as hell, and he makes sure you know it, pressing himself against you until there’s no space between you and he’s got you right where he wants you, his lips grazing the column of his neck and he doesn’t give a fuck who’s watching. Touya growls, one hand moving to cup your ass unpretentiously. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me, rookie?” he growls, “Seeing you like that - makes me lose my damn mind. My dick’s been throbbing since the second I saw you take down that first guy.” 

With you as his sidekick, pro hero Dabi finds himself constantly on edge, craving you in ways he can barely restrain, and most of the time, he doesn’t even try. The thrill of stealing moments, sneaking touches, and giving in to his desire in forbidden places only fuels the fire. It’s a rush, knowing he could get caught but not caring because, when it comes to you, nothing else matters.

Some days, just seeing you in his office, leaning over his desk as you discuss mission details, is enough to drive him wild. He’ll circle the desk, fingers trailing over your back before pulling you close, pressing you down against the smooth wood. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushes up your skirt, gripping the plushy flesh of your thighs. “You fucking brat,” he chuckles loudly. “Well, well… aren’t you a filthy little whore? No panties in the workplace, huh?” And before you can protest, Touya lifts you onto the desk, and spreads your legs to find a beautiful pussy waiting for him, glistening with wetness, flushed with blood, a clit begging for attention. He dives in and immediately savores your sweet taste, and his tongue and lips swallow all of you. Seconds later, the situation changes. That’s the thing about pro hero Dabi - when he wants something, he doesn’t care who sees or what rules get broken. And right now, that something is you, straddling his face with your skirt hiked up, your fingers wrapped around his cock that you fished out of his hero gear. His fingers dig into your hips, a silent warning - a struggle between needing more and being totally, utterly overwhelmed. Each pass of your hand along his shaft is slow, deliberate, your thumb pressing into the sensitive tip, teasing the slit leaking precum before sliding back down, your grip tightening each time, your other hands massaging his heavy balls. Touya gasps, and the sound is swallowed by the press of your thighs around his face. He eats your pussy in earnest, his hot tongue nudging your slick, swollen clit, only to flick back to brushing against your pussy lips and entrance. You arch above him, moaning, hips rolling forward just enough to coax another groan from him as you grind your wet cunt over his face. Your boss’ nails dig in harder in your thighs, leaving crescent marks as he fights to keep himself together, hips bucking up feverishly into your hand, seeking any relief he can find. You feel him throbbing in your grip, his cock pulsing with every stroke. And when he finally loses it, it’s with no apology nor hesitation. His cum spills over your hand, streaking down your wrist and onto his exposed abdomen. His head falls back against the desk, lips parted as he drags in a breath, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at you with a reckless glint in his eye. “Hell of a fucking show,” he murmurs, voice still thick and unsteady, but cocky as ever. “Hope someone did walk in to see you workin’ me over like that, princess.”

You mewl and lean forward to lick his cock clean while slipping your hand between your parted legs to rub your neglected clit.

Touya spanks your ass, leaving a handprint on your buttock. "Yeah, yeah, princess. Let me make you cum in my mouth."

Interviews are supposed to be professional, just another part of the job for pro hero Dabi, but when you’re seated beside him, he’s anything but composed. You know he has trouble keeping his hands to himself.  Under the table, his hand finds your thigh, strong fingers slowly kneading your muscles, his touch starting innocently enough before turning into something far more possessive as he pushes his hand right between your thighs, massaging your mound through your hero costume. As the questions go on, his thumb traces slow circles over the wetness that is forming, and every squeeze and stroke makes it nearly impossible for you to focus. Dabi’s gaze is fixed on you with that unmistakable, dark intensity, the kind that says he’s mentally stripping you right there in the room. His eyes are a smoldering blue, roaming over your face, lingering on your lips, your neck, dipping down to places he wishes he could reach under different circumstances. Each time he glances at you, his pupils dilate, and the barely-there smirk on his lips lets you know exactly what he’s thinking about. It’s maddening, the way he rubs slow, teasing circles over your swollen pussy lips through your gear, applying just enough pressure to send a pulse of heat through you, all while keeping that perfectly cool, laid-back demeanor for the cameras. You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure, but every touch makes it harder to keep your expression steady. When the interviewer turns to him with a question about his latest mission, he doesn’t even hesitate, keeping his eyes on the reporter, but his hand already slips inside your pants, dragging just over where he knows you’re most sensitive, his thumb grazing in tantalizing little movements, gently tapping your slick, swollen clitoris. “The mission?” Touya replies casually, voice smooth and confident as ever. “It was handled without a hitch. Nothing we couldn’t handle together.” His fingers poke your entrance and before you know it, they’re inside your slick wetness. “My sidekick here,” he adds with a sideways glance at you, “She makes every mission a lot more interesting. She keeps me on my toes.”

[lilissmut]

Dad bakugo x Mom reader

“Cmon Sumi, you’ve gotta eat, take at least two bites? Pleasee?”Sighing to yourself as your four year old is refusing to eat, again.

“but mama, i don’t wanna eat this” Sumi, your daughter, is a very picky eater.

“please baby? You can’t just eat French fries and chicken nuggets.” You’re starting to get frustrated when you hear your 8 month old, Hatsuki, start to cry.

“Eat half, or else dada is getting involved.” Sumi sighed in frustration, but was a mamas girl, and didn’t like her dad as much as you, her mom. So she started to take a couple bites of her food, knowing how angry her dad gets at her for giving her mom a hard time.

smiling at your daughter, you walk upstairs to your eight month old son, Hatsuki. He wasn’t much of a crier, but when he did cry, it was hard to get him to quiet down.

You picked up your son, and rocked him back and fourth in a soothing motion, praying he’d go back to sleep. Or else he’d be up all night.

“s’okay, mamas right here baby” you sat down on the bed, holding him in your arms. You couldn’t get over the fact that Hatsuki looked so much like your husband, Bakugo. The feeling of relief washed over you when you finally got Hatsuki to quiet down, and fall back asleep.

Walking down the stairs with your baby in your arms, you see Sumi still eating her food.

“thank you baby. You ate so much of it.” Smiling at her, you gave her a kiss on the forehead.

It was around two hours later you Heard the door open, and you knew those steps so well, they were katsukis.

You overheard your husband asking “where’s mama, sumi?” You were half asleep and didn’t even both to listen in any further.

“babe I’m in the living room!!” You stated loud enough for him to hear, but hopefully not loud enough to wake up the baby.

smiling as you heard him walk towards you.

“Hey babe how was work?” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the lips.

“it was good. Stupid wanna be villains, but you know how it is babe.” Sumi ran over to her dad and gave him grabby hands, wanting him to pick her up.

Grunting a little as he picked her up, and sat on the couch beside his gorgeous wife.

You leaned into bakugos shoulder, tired and stressed, but those emotions were shared between you two.

You were just finally happy to have your husband home.

[blondieeu]

(2)new voicemails. bakugo k.

"I miss you so bad pretty .."

you could hear the belt on his dress pants unbuckle through the phone, a pretty tune playing in the background- maybe a piano?

it's like you could already get the scene in front of you set out. bakugou in the same expensive champagne colored suit his agency always forced him to wear since "champagne was his color" and leaned onto one of the fancy agency chairs with his legs spread wide and his phone lazily smushed between is pierced ear and his shoulder.

"wish I could a jus' put you in my pocket n' brung you wimme .."

you could hear everything so clearly, from the slow zip of his pants to when you could hear the shuffle of him taking himself out of his briefs, even when he started stroking it- which you knew he was because of how quiet his voice got.

your fiance, bakugou, was on a national hero business trip to France on some top secret shit to find Japan's most wanted criminal, that was all he said he could really tell you until he finished his agonizing week overseas.

"shii-i-itt.."

his moans were getting breathy, the shuffle of his arm moving was getting a little faster and you could barely even hear the piano anymore through the damn voicemail.

" 'm sorry .. prolly woke you up out your sleep from my calls but I miss your pussy so fuckin' much .."

he slurred quietly against the phone, you could imagine his head leaning up against that chair he was slouched in as he tried his best to mimic the way you would touch him.

the way you would graze all the veins in his cock, and jerk it with both hands since it barely fit all the way in one .. but there was only so much he could copy.

nobody could ever do it the same way you do. the way your mouth covers his leaky tip and comes back up with a loud "pop!", or how skilled your fingers were when you played with his balls and jerked him at the same time.

he missed you so bad.

blondieeu xx

[rlnk]

Teacher!Izuku x Pro-hero!Reader

Teacher!Izuku who would be your biggest fan, always eager for the days when you visited U.A. to hold meetings with the aspiring heroes especially since it meant he got to see you from time to time when you came by.

Teacher!Izuku who would ramble on about how much he admires you, gushing over your achievements with wide-eyed admiration. His words seem innocent enough, but if only you knew the thoughts he kept hidden just beneath the surface.

Teacher!Izuku who secretly runs a fan account dedicated to you, where he posts about you from behind the safety of a screen. The anonymity gives him the freedom to thirst over you, to express the desires he would never dare speak out loud in person.

Surely, you wouldn’t find out, right? After all, you’re too busy being a hero to notice what people are saying about you online... or so he hopes.

love teacher!izuku sm, might js write a proper fic about this later

[hotpotatopotat]

Endeavor has been trying to take Pro Hero (Retrograde) Tenko's ID picture for about 3 hours now. Tenko has insane timing to ruin everything as usual.

[majoryeager104]

Meet-Cute

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pro Hero! Touya X Gn!Reader

Summary: Pro hero Touya Todoroki finds a new favorite cafe

a/n: I tooootally didn’t write this bc I’m planning of opening a cafe or anything ✌️🫠

Warnings: Language, that’s about it hehe

It was a long morning for Touya- his work wasn’t gonna do itself, and add that to the fact that his dad was constantly on his ass for the most random things imaginable, as if looking for excuses to berate Touya just to feel better about his own problems. It was exhausting, so Touya, pro hero name Regulus, would just avoid him at all costs.

Even if that meant hiding in the cute little cafe that had just opened down the street from the break in he had just resolved. He looked around as he walked in, the bell on the door cheerily announcing his entrance as the warm smells of coffee embraced his senses- it was nice, comforting. It kind of reminded him of all the times he’d visit mom in the ward, how they’d sit and drink coffee during visiting times. “welcome in!” Said your cheery voice from the counter. He glanced over, seeing you, clearly too busy to recognize him, or even glance over. He supposed that was better, it meant Endeavor was less likely to find him and criticize him for the next hour. He walked up to the counter- wouldn’t hurt to buy something, it’d probably be rude to just walk in and out again without doing so. You turned around to face him as he approached the counter, moving your hair out of your eyes. “Sorry for the wait what can I get for ya?” Touya stared for a moment, because holy shit were you gorgeous. Hair falling over your eyes, messy, but pretty, your soft gaze reflecting your positive mood, and that smile- he snapped back to reality “uh yeah can I get a-“ he glanced back up at the menu- act normal. His blue eyes frantically scanned the menu “uhh just a latte. Plain. Whatever.” He said, his eyes darting back to yours over and over again because wow. You giggled, nodding as you wrote down his order, and gave him the total. He was totally flustered now, looking back at you with an awkward grin as he regained some semblance of composure.

“So this place just opened right?” He said casually, the blush on his face totally negating his attempts to act causal. You nodded simply as he handed you cash for the order. “Since last week” you chirped, beginning his order. “Nice..” he glanced around. The place certainly seemed new, but it was bustling with people- he hadn’t noticed before just how many were looking at him. Of course. He grinned- being the number two hero was definitely gonna go to his head someday.

“what’s the name for the order?” Your voice caught his attention once more and his eyes flicked back to yours, and he paused. “Uh, Touya.” He said simply, pouting a bit. Did you really not know who he was? He watched as you nodded and continued his order. “I’ll let you know when it’s done, Touya” you said casually, going about your routine. This made him pout even further. Really? He watched as you made his coffee, your patient smile catching his eye. You really enjoyed doing this, huh? “Touya!” Your voice sounded out once more, almost startling him as you slid his coffee over the counter towards him. He’d been so transfixed watching you he hadn’t even noticed you were done. He especially hadn’t noticed that Endeavor was walking around outside, clearly looking for him.

Touya grinned at you, taking the small ceramic cup, his hand brushing yours. “Thanks��y/n” his eyes darted to your name tag. Pretty name. Your eyes widened slightly and you giggled- score 1 for Touya. “Of course, Touya. Come back anytime!” You said cheerily, grinning back at him. “Trust me, I will” he winked- your little wide eyed look clearly worked wonders on his confidence because now he was back to his suave self. You giggled again, and he couldn’t help but laugh too, just because your laugh was so damn contagious for him.

He sat down, his eyes lingering on you as he took a sip of the coffee, his gaze darting back out the window. he definitely did a double take when he finally spotted Endeavor, the fuzzy feelings totally replaced with exasperation and man was he glad that he didn’t get a takeout cup. he laughed once more, turning away to watch you work as his dad searched outside. He’d found the perfect hiding spot.

(Part 2?)

Banner Creds to Artist 🙌🙌🙌 lmk if you recognize it in the comments so I can add their tag here 🙏🙏🙏

[ozzgin]

BNHA Headcanons: Pro-Hero AU! Todoroki Shoto x Reader

A/N: Posting this separately for @eudonyx so people don't get confused by the Christmas greetings in the ask (I am that slow for some things unfortunately). 😭

Featuring Shoto as a loving husband to Reader. (Gender Neutral, fluff)

If there's one thing Todoroki greatly appreciates, it's routine. But not the kind of routine you'd expect, such as mere morning habits. You see, his life as a pro-hero is quite erratic and unpredictable. You never know when disaster will hit. Or when a villain needs to be defeated. But among this chaos, there's one thing that always stands true, one aspect that never changes: at the end of the day, he comes home to you.

In fact, he'd go as far as to say you're his little corner of peace. The world may burn; as long as his (Y/N) is by his side, there's still hope to cling onto. It's just the way it's always been: You are his greatest source of comfort. And so, after a long, busy day, he cannot wait to open the door and see your welcoming smile and hear your soothing voice.

It's the little things in life that matter. This is the philosophy Todoroki adheres to. He has a fantastic reputation, and the masses adore him. He's frequently interviewed and invited to events. Yet, for him, nothing compares to an evening spent hanging out with you. No amount of fame can ever compare to the love and understanding he receives from his one and only spouse.

Such thoughts are naturally matched by gestures to prove it. Todoroki is an incredibly thoughtful husband. Mind you, he's not the type to impress you with gestures of grandeur. He's one of the top heroes and could easily arrange extravagant proposals if you so desired. He prefers, however, to show he cares in quieter ways. Randomly returning with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Stopping by your favorite bakery to surprise you with sweets. Handing you tickets to an upcoming concert of your favorite singer (yes, he took the time off from the moment he heard about it).

He is also not one to parade you around, but he will be very firm about his relationship. From an awkward, easily flustered boy, to a tactful, confident man. It's not uncommon for Shouto to be approached by fans with flirtatious intents. In that case, he will smile and keep his distance, adjusting his suit with the same hand that bears his ring. "I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I love my spouse", he'll confess cheerfully. "I can understand your feelings, I am the same as you when it comes to (Y/N)", he'll relate empathetically.

Shouto strives for peace and justice, like any other hero, though he'd be lying if he said it's his main motivation. In reality, his driving force is you. He will do his best again today, so that he can return into your arms once everything is done.

[bigidiotenergytm]

boo

[malaysiantrash]

And that's a wrap guys

[imagination-mess]

Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Shinso Hitoshi Edition)

Reality Show Masterlist (All Editions)

There is a reality show where pro-heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It is filled with juicy gossip and pure drama. There are few wives in this second season who were kept out of the spotlight, which adds mystery and creates theories about who they were married to.

The same winners who were in the group that couldn’t be identified are back this season as a surprise challenge. Unlike last season, it wasn’t revealed at the very beginning of this reason which Pro Heroes wives would be featured.

There are only a few left without being matched, which were mostly underground heroes who people don’t typically pay attention to. Half of the cast already knew each other because their spouses had interacted on more than one occasion and were disqualified from participating in the weekend challenge of the show for those spouses. The others who did not know their spouses had to identify them, but the others couldn’t spill anything that would clue who their spouse was.

You, however, were making headlines and trending throughout social media for your wicked punch, knocking out Pro Hero [Blank] with a sharp uppercut punch after receiving a punch from them.

It was unexpected for the fans of the show to see another side of you since you always kept close to your friends and did the bare minimum to stay within the competition. You were barely involved in other people’s business. You are mostly found in the background, watching the drama unfold in front of your eyes.

The Pro Hero [Blank] had punched you in the face because you were ripping her apart from your words alone, causing her to have an emotional reaction. You were brutal with your words. It was also oblivious that you were purposely riling her up with the way you were openly mocking her. With a wicked grin, you intimidated her when the hero was trying to rip you apart while dodging her next attacks.

She was talking shit about your husband and claiming he shouldn’t even have licenses to be a pro-hero. She claims to have known him since middle school, and he will always remain a freak. Despite his being in the top 20, which was completely unintentional on his part,

Her friends that she made during her time on the show eventually join in attacking you verbally to only get their own medicine, taking them apart by their insecurities and such. It was clear her friends were ganging up on you while your friends were gone. 

You were ripping them apart and letting it all out because you have seen over and over how these people have to make side comments and belittle the other spouses in the house, including your friends. It was just her comment on Shinsou that threw you over the edge.

Who would have known the way to trigger you was by badmouthing your husband?

You ripped the Pro Hero [Blank] a new one and got punched as a result, but it was oblivious that you wanted it to happen. You purposely provoked her even more and unintentionally knocked them out on live television because they were trying to play dirty by attacking from behind. It was out of reflex because of the years of training you have. Your body just reacted.

People do what they do best: search on the web to find out who you are. You aren’t as popular as the Pro Hero to only find out you are worth way more than the hero. You also have a history of being the bully toward other bullies throughout middle and high school. You were an absolute menace in your younger years. Your former classmates coming to the internet to tell stories about you include those who were with you in martial arts and boxing clubs.

There were thirst traps and edits created by fans circling the internet. The fans of the show couldn’t tell if it was a loyal friend's or spouse's reaction based on the stories circling the media.

At home, the hero couldn’t help the smile that climbed up his lips. You didn’t even know, but that specific hero is someone he would never forget since they spread rumors about him in his earlier years of being in school. Those rumors stuck with him up until middle school.

Karma is a bitch.

[addictedball]

⚠️CH 416 and 425~ MHA SPOILERS⚠️ i.e, FINALLY an opportunity to push the kamideku agenda ❤

[angieslove06]

The Reluctant Savior

Prompt: Our hero is famous... but he doesn't want to be. She's the only one who sees past the mask.

The world adored him. Red Riot, the unbreakable hero, the unyielding shield of the people. His name was spoken with admiration, his face plastered across magazine covers, and his victories replayed on news channels daily. To everyone else, he was an inspiration—fearless, indomitable, and shining like a beacon of hope.

But to you?

He was just Eijirou.

And he looked exhausted.

You stood in the back corner of the bustling hero agency, watching as Kirishima smiled and waved at reporters, his signature sharp-toothed grin never wavering. He was answering questions about his latest battle, a takedown of a villainous group threatening civilians in Shibuya. They called him a "symbol of resilience," the hero who never backed down.

But you saw the stiffness in his shoulders. The way his hands clenched behind his back. The way his eyes, bright and determined for the cameras, dimmed the moment he thought no one was looking.

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders as you observed the scene. Your own hero name—Tempest—wasn't nearly as famous, though your quirk was nothing to scoff at. Stormweaver, a powerful wind manipulation ability that allowed you to control air currents, pressure, and even summon small bursts of lightning in high-energy states. It made you fast, unpredictable, and a nightmare in aerial combat.

But fame wasn’t your thing.

Unlike Kirishima, you weren’t a headline hero. You worked best in the shadows, handling recon, quick interventions, and crowd evacuations. People appreciated you, but they didn’t worship you.

And you were fine with that.

Kirishima, though? He had no choice.

The press conference finally ended, and he turned, heading toward the agency’s private wing. The second he crossed the threshold away from the public eye, his shoulders slumped, and the weight of the world crashed down on him.

“Long day?” you asked, arms crossed as he passed you in the hallway.

He jumped slightly before chuckling, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… but, y’know, just another day in the life of a hero.”

“Bullshit,” you said flatly.

His crimson eyes widened slightly before he laughed again, this time more tired than amused. “You’re always so blunt, Tempest.”

You shrugged. “I just don’t like fake smiles.”

He tilted his head, studying you with quiet curiosity. “You’re the only one who calls me out on it.”

You leaned against the wall, watching him carefully. “Because I know you, Eijirou. You don’t like this, do you? The attention, the expectations.”

He hesitated.

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to deny it, to flash another grin and insist he was fine. But something in your gaze held him in place.

Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his messy red hair. “I wanted to be a hero to help people. To make them feel safe. I never wanted… all of this.” He gestured vaguely toward the closed doors behind him, where reporters had just been shouting his name. “I mean, I get it. It comes with the job. But sometimes… I feel like I’m just playing a role instead of being myself.”

You nodded, your own expression softening. “Then stop pretending.”

His eyes flickered to yours, uncertain.

“You’re strong, Eijirou. Not just because of your quirk or your title, but because of who you are. People admire you, yeah, but you don’t have to be their unshakable hero 24/7. You’re allowed to be tired. You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed.”

He looked down, gripping his hands into fists. “But if I stop, even for a second… what if I let people down?”

You stepped closer, your voice quieter now. “Then let me hold you up.”

His breath hitched, and for the first time, the unbreakable hero looked like he was on the verge of cracking.

You weren’t sure what compelled you to do it, but you reached out, taking his hand in yours. He stared at the contact, almost as if he couldn’t believe it. His hands were warm, calloused, steady… but they trembled slightly under your touch.

“You’re not alone, Eijirou,” you said softly. “You never were.”

And for the first time that day, he smiled—genuine, quiet, and meant only for you.

---

Kirishima didn’t let go of your hand right away.

For a long moment, he just stood there, his fingers curled slightly around yours, as if grounding himself in the reality of your words. Then, with a deep exhale, he finally released you, rubbing the back of his neck in that sheepish way he always did when he was unsure of himself.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” he muttered, eyes flickering to yours before glancing away. “I… don’t really know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you replied. “Just… be honest with yourself for once.”

He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Easier said than done.”

You understood that. More than he probably realized.

The two of you had worked together for years now, first as classmates in U.A., then as pro heroes navigating the chaotic world of villain takedowns and public expectations. But unlike him, you never embraced the spotlight. You operated in the background, handling missions that didn’t come with flashing cameras and screaming fans.

And yet, despite your differences, you and Kirishima had always been close. You had each other’s backs on the battlefield, sure—but this? This felt different. Deeper.

A sudden knock on the nearby office door made both of you straighten.

“Red Riot?” a voice called. It was one of the agency assistants. “There’s another interview request. They want to do a feature on your hero origins. The director asked if you’d be available to—”

“Tell them I’m busy,” Kirishima interrupted, surprising both you and the assistant. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was firm.

The assistant blinked. “Oh. Uh… sure thing.”

As the door shut, you turned to him with a raised brow. “Look at you, setting boundaries.”

Kirishima sighed. “I dunno. Maybe you got in my head.”

“Good,” you said with a small smirk. “It’s about time.”

He chuckled, but there was still tension in his shoulders. You could tell he wasn’t used to saying no. After all, his entire identity revolved around being there for others—protecting them, saving them, never letting them down. But heroes weren’t indestructible.

You glanced at him, debating whether to push further. Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you grabbed his wrist.

“C’mon.”

Kirishima blinked. “Huh? Where are we—”

“You need a break,” you said simply, dragging him down the hallway. “And I know exactly where to go.”

---

Fifteen minutes later, the two of you were sitting on the rooftop of the agency, legs dangling over the edge. The city stretched out below, lights flickering like fireflies against the early evening sky. Up here, away from the noise and expectations, the world felt quieter. Smaller.

Kirishima let out a slow breath, leaning back on his palms. “Man… I forgot how nice it is up here.”

You smirked. “That’s because you never take the time to slow down.”

He glanced at you. “And you do?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes. Helps clear my head.”

For a while, neither of you spoke. The wind brushed against your skin, carrying the scent of rain from the distant storm clouds. You could feel the shift in air pressure—a subtle tingle from your Stormweaver quirk telling you that a storm was coming.

Kirishima must have noticed the way you inhaled deeply, sensing the shift. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Just… thinking.”

“About?”

You hesitated before answering. “Heroes. Expectations. How people think we’re invincible.” You turned to look at him. “How you think you have to be invincible.”

Kirishima frowned slightly but didn’t deny it. Instead, he ran a hand through his red hair, exhaling through his nose. “I know I can’t be unbreakable all the time,” he admitted. “But it’s hard, y’know? People rely on me. They trust me to be strong.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Being strong doesn’t mean never breaking. It means knowing when to let someone help you pick up the pieces.”

His eyes met yours, something unreadable flickering in the crimson depths. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” you said firmly.

Silence settled between you again, but this time, it was more comfortable. Less heavy.

Then, after a long pause, Kirishima smiled—not the wide, toothy grin he always gave to the public, but something softer. More real.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” he said quietly.

You leaned back on your palms, gazing at the horizon. “Anytime, Red.”

And for the first time in a long while, Kirishima allowed himself to just be.

---

The sky darkened, painted in hues of deep blue and violet as night settled over the city. The distant rumble of thunder rolled through the clouds, a subtle reminder of the coming storm. Up on the rooftop, away from flashing cameras and screaming fans, Kirishima finally let himself breathe.

You sat beside him, the gentle hum of the wind filling the silence between you. Unlike most people, you didn’t expect him to fill every quiet moment with conversation. You didn’t push him to be something he wasn’t.

Maybe that was why he always found himself gravitating toward you.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his messy red hair. “You ever feel like… people only see what they want to see?”

You turned to him, brow raising slightly. “All the time.”

Kirishima huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I guess you would.”

You weren’t flashy like some of the other pro heroes. You didn’t chase fame or crave validation. You did your job—Stormweaver was as reliable as the changing winds, fast and unpredictable, always one step ahead of disaster. People appreciated you, but they didn’t put you on a pedestal the way they did him.

And maybe that was why you understood him better than anyone.

Kirishima leaned back, bracing his arms behind him. “I don’t hate being a hero. I love helping people. I love making them feel safe. But sometimes… I wonder if they only like me because of the idea of me, y’know?”

“The unbreakable hero,” you murmured.

He nodded, jaw tightening. “Yeah. What if I wasn’t unbreakable? What if I cracked? Would they still believe in me?”

You shifted, moving so you were facing him fully. “Eijirou,” you said, voice steady. “You’re more than just your quirk. More than your reputation. And if people can’t see that, then that’s their problem.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you. There was something raw in his gaze, something fragile beneath the hardened exterior. You had seen it before—brief moments where the mask slipped, where the weight of his own expectations nearly crushed him.

But this time, he didn’t try to hide it.

“I don’t want to be a symbol,” he admitted. “I just want to be me.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his forearm. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, his muscles tense like he was waiting for something—permission, reassurance, maybe even acceptance.

---

The first raindrop landed on your cheek.

It was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of Kirishima’s skin beneath your fingertips. His crimson eyes flickered to the darkening sky, watching as storm clouds thickened above the city. The wind picked up, shifting unpredictably—an extension of your own unease.

You could feel it coming.

A storm, yes, but something else, too. Something heavier.

Kirishima hadn’t moved away from your touch. If anything, he seemed to lean into it, his tension easing slightly beneath your grip. His confession still hung in the air between you, fragile yet unshakable.

"I don’t want to be a symbol. I just want to be me."

You squeezed his arm gently. “Then be you, Eijirou. The world can wait.”

He exhaled slowly, letting his head tilt back as the rain started to fall in earnest. Droplets clung to his red hair, sliding down his jaw. “I don’t even know what that means anymore,” he admitted.

You frowned slightly. “You’re not just Red Riot. You’re not just ‘the unbreakable hero.’ You’re the guy who stays late after missions to make sure everyone else gets home safe. The guy who buys extra snacks because you know Bakugou won’t eat unless someone makes him. The guy who memorizes every intern’s name so they feel like they belong.”

Kirishima blinked, caught off guard. “You… noticed all that?”

“Of course I did.” Your voice softened. “Because I see you, Eijirou. The real you.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His expression shifted, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Then, before you could react, he reached up, his hand cupping the side of your face.

The warmth of his palm sent a jolt through you, like the first crack of lightning splitting the sky.

“You always do that,” he murmured.

“Do what?” you asked, voice quieter now.

“See past the mask.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold rain or the way he was looking at you—like you were something solid, something grounding, something he didn’t have to pretend around.

The rain fell harder now, soaking through your hero uniforms, drenching your hair, but neither of you moved. You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

Then, just as Kirishima opened his mouth to say something else, your earpiece crackled to life.

“Tempest, Red Riot, we have an emergency downtown. Multiple hostages. High-powered villain. Report in immediately.”

The moment between you shattered like glass.

Kirishima pulled back, his expression shifting—not hidden, but focused. He was still him, still raw and uncertain, but this was what he did best.

You pushed your damp hair out of your face, standing up. “Let’s go.”

He hesitated for half a second before nodding, rising to his feet beside you.

Whatever had just passed between you would have to wait.

The storm had broken—and the world still needed its heroes.

---

The city was chaos by the time you arrived.

Neon lights reflected off the slick pavement, distorted by the rain. Civilians had been evacuated to the edges of the streets, their panicked whispers blending with the wail of sirens. The hostage situation was centered in a high-rise bank, shattered glass littering the ground outside.

You and Kirishima landed in sync, the rush of wind from your quirk kicking up debris as you scanned the scene.

“Tempest, Red Riot, we have three hostiles inside,” the lead officer briefed you quickly. “They’ve got a quirk-enhanced barricade, and we believe at least two of them have combat abilities. The hostages are being held on the upper floors.”

Kirishima cracked his knuckles, his expression sharp. “Got it. We’ll handle it.”

You nodded, raising a hand to the sky. The storm above rumbled in response, the air shifting as you pulled at the wind, gathering pressure in your palms.

A deep voice from inside the building called out before you could make a move.

“Well, well. Look who showed up.”

A figure stepped into view through the broken windows. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and covered in jagged, crystalline armor that pulsed with an eerie red light. You recognized him instantly—Breakneck, a high-tier villain with a strength-enhancing quirk that made his body as hard as diamond.

He grinned, his eyes locking onto Kirishima. “Red Riot. Been looking forward to this.”

Kirishima tensed beside you, his jaw clenching. “You know me?”

“Everyone knows you,” Breakneck sneered. “The unbreakable hero, right? Let’s put that to the test.”

Without warning, he lunged.

Kirishima barely had time to harden his body before Breakneck’s fist collided with his torso. The impact sent a shockwave through the street, cracking the pavement beneath Kirishima’s feet as he slid backward.

You reacted instantly, launching a powerful gust of wind to break the momentum, sending Breakneck stumbling. Raising your arms, you called the storm to you, lightning crackling in your fingertips.

“I’ll handle the hostages,” you told Kirishima. “You keep him busy.”

He nodded, shaking off the hit. “Be careful.”

You didn’t waste time responding—within seconds, you shot upward, weaving through shattered windows as you raced toward the upper floors.

The hostages were bound near the back of the room, their eyes wide with fear. Two more villains guarded them, one with a quirk that generated explosive pulses and another with enhanced reflexes. They turned the second you landed.

“You guys are really making this difficult,” you muttered. Then, with a flick of your wrist, the air pressure in the room dropped.

The sudden vacuum knocked both villains off balance as they gasped for breath. You surged forward, wind twisting around your form, striking with a precise kick that sent the first one flying into the wall. The second tried to counter, but you were faster, weaving through their attacks like a current slipping through cracks.

With a powerful gust, you slammed them both to the ground.

“Stay down,” you ordered, voice sharp.

You turned to the hostages, using the edge of a sharp air current to slice through their restraints. “Get out of here. Now.”

They nodded frantically, scrambling toward the exit. You ensured they were clear before rushing back down—only to find Kirishima locked in a brutal fight.

Breakneck was strong. Too strong.

Even with his quirk, Kirishima was struggling, his hardened body cracking under the force of the villain’s relentless attacks. But he wasn’t giving up. He never did.

You clenched your fists. He doesn’t always have to do this alone.

Summoning every ounce of your power, you reached for the storm. Thunder roared in response, lightning dancing between the clouds before you redirected it—channeling the energy straight into your fist.

Then, like a lightning strike breaking through stone, you struck.

The impact hit Breakneck square in the chest, sending an electric current surging through his body. He spasmed, his crystalline armor flickering with unstable energy before shattering on impact.

Kirishima didn’t hesitate. With a final, devastating punch, he sent Breakneck crashing into the pavement, unconscious.

Silence.

Then, as the rain continued to pour, Kirishima turned to you—soaked, breathing hard, but smiling.

“You really saved my ass back there.”

You smirked, the storm still humming in your veins. “Told you. You’re not unbreakable, Eijirou. You don’t have to be.”

Something flickered in his gaze—something softer than battle, stronger than words.

Maybe, just maybe, he was finally starting to believe it.

---

The rain had slowed by the time the fight ended.

The moment Breakneck hit the ground, the tension in the air dissolved. The villain lay unconscious, his shattered armor glinting under the city lights. Sirens wailed in the distance, signaling the arrival of backup. The civilians were safe. The job was done.

But Kirishima wasn’t moving.

You turned to him, breath still uneven, feeling the residual crackle of lightning in your veins. “Eijirou,” you called softly.

He was staring at his hands.

Knuckles bruised. Faint cracks running along his hardened skin. Evidence of the battle. Evidence that, no matter how much he told himself otherwise, he wasn’t unbreakable.

“I was losing,” he murmured, voice barely audible over the rain.

You stepped closer. “But you didn’t.”

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Because you were here. Because you saved me.”

You frowned. “And what’s wrong with that?”

His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “Heroes are supposed to be strong. People look up to us. They trust us to protect them, to be unshakable. And if I can’t even—”

“Stop.”

Your voice was sharp, cutting through the storm in his head. He looked at you, startled.

You met his gaze, firm and unwavering. “You keep saying ‘heroes are supposed to be strong.’ ‘Heroes are supposed to be unshakable.’ But Eijirou—heroes are just people.”

He inhaled sharply, as if the words physically struck him.

You softened slightly, stepping even closer. “People don’t follow you because you’re unbreakable,” you continued. “They follow you because you don’t give up. Because you care. Because you fight even when it hurts. That’s what makes you strong. Not your quirk. You.”

For a long moment, he just stared at you, red eyes searching yours.

Then, slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased. He let out a breath—deep, steadying. Something in him seemed to shift, as if the weight he had been carrying for so long had finally begun to lift.

“You always do that,” he murmured, echoing the words he had spoken on the rooftop.

You tilted your head. “Do what?”

“See me.”

The rain had slowed to a drizzle now, the storm passing, but the world around you felt impossibly still. His gaze softened, his lips parting slightly as if there was more he wanted to say.

You felt your heart skip.

Then, with a small, quiet smile, Kirishima reached out—hesitant at first, then surer—his fingers brushing against yours.

Warm. Solid. Real.

Maybe he wasn’t unbreakable.

But standing here, beside you, he didn’t have to be.

---

The End.

[vyxensworld]

Villain: *on the phone* Pro Hero Deku?

P.H. Deku: Uh yeah? Who’s this?

Villain: I’ve got your husband and-

P.H. Deku: Oh, well good luck.

Villain:

Villain: What?

P.H. Deku: I said good luck. You’re going to need it in 5, 4, 3, 2, …1

P.H. Katsuki: GET OVER HERE YOU UGLY BASTARD-

[serxinns]

LoveFever~

Older! Yandere class 1a x reader

Summary: In which you have a fever and your caring and overbearing amazing pro heroes help you feel better!

Inspiration: @lady-ashfade (check out her newest fic it's so cool!)

"Seems like the cold got worse fuck..." you lie in your bed staring at the client your body felt heavy and your body feels like an oven but your room was usually cold you weakly raised your arm to where you can see it and waved it around slowly and rubbed your eyes your forehead, Shirt and hair was covered in sweat you felt like shit honestly but that's you had a job to do and that was heroism!

You got up careful to not do it quickly to cause more dizziness and dragged yourself to the bathroom you usually hate cold showers but your body was so hot you just needed one so you took a shower, it was unpleasant and discomforting even but it lowered your fever a little bit (author here and I recommend you to not take a cold shower while you have a fever please it could make it worse thank you) you dragged yourself into your closet and got out the spider suit you struggled to get it on you almost fell but managed to get it on you didn't care to make lunch like you usually do you'll just have to suck it up or just find a nearby cafe on your break

You wobbly stumbled down the steps holding on to the rails for dear life until you reached the door where Sero was about to knock "Hey bud! Your 30 minutes and-woah are you okay?.." Sero stopped to look at you his eyes filled with concerned "I-Its nothing Just a *Cough* *Cough* Cold" you said struggling to hold back your coughs zero didn't believe anything at all "Darling you have a fever and you're not taking it well at all you need rest!" "No! im fine I promise it's just a cold that's making me a bit dizzy and sweaty no biggie I've dealt with much worse this is just a pinch now let's go" You tried walking passed Sero but he blocked your doorway not moving a inch with a serious look on his face

"Y/n you're sick very sick it's my day off anyway I can take care of you" "No im *Sneezing* Fine! No *Coughs* weak virus is gonna make me *Coughs* stay home" You broke into coughing fits and that was when Sero had enough "Yep that's it you staying home" he began as he picked you up burial style ignoring your protests he took off your hero costume and tossing it to the side where all you have left was a t-shirt and some shorts he gently laid you down on your bed pulling the covers over you "comfy?" "Fuck you"

During his stay sero has taken extra care of you making sure you take your medication (He had to force your mouth open to take the nasty medicine cause u wouldn't budge but don't worry he gave you water) whenever you feel like throwing up he quickly grabs either the trash can or carries you to the bathroom to throw up while gently rubbing your back and cooing you he hates to admit it but seeing you weak and helpless makes the heart race he wants to be the one to take care of you like this to comfort you when you have days like these and baby you he knows your a very strong and dependable hero but he can't help but wonder what how dependable you might be for him

That was until he heard banging at the door he snapped out of his thoughts and grumbled to himself "I'll be right back make sure to eat your soup" You stuck your tongue out and gave him the middle finger which he chuckled when he opened the door he could see Ochako, Kirishima, Denki, sato, Iida, Izuku, shoto, and momo all standing there "Uh can I help y-" "Wheres y/n!" hakagure cut off his sentence he could tell that she was glaring at him but he didn't care "they're fine we're just having a hang out at his house now will you excuse me they said they just want ME to hang out with him" sero lied with a stern and serious tone "Oh yeah then why can't we see them then?" Ochako glared at him not taking Sero's bullshit zero was about to tell her off until fits of coughs were heard across the room everyone quickly ran past Sero and uninvitedly went into your room

They saw you with a bunch of tissues on the bed and a you trying to eat the soup "uh hey guys when did you get here"

Cue the drama

"Sick?! why didn't you tell us you were sick?!" momo said feeling your forehead with her hand and getting out her thermometer while Ochako was trying to get in your bed to cuddle you to make you feel better Kirishima was trying to make you drink his protein shake saying "It helped you get more manly" while seek was trying to urge them out saying you don't need this iida in the other hand was trying to control everyone and trying to calm down the situation but it's just creates more yelling

Sato was in your kitchen making you a "get well fever" cake in your kitchen, while Izuku was trying to look up recipes and house remedies to help you get better shoto was giving you ice pack after ice pack reassuring you that you'll be ok in his care, everyone was all over the place bickering at each other about what where they doing was wrong and what they were doing was for the best of your health and you were just getting tired of this that was when the small bickering turned into a whole argument

"They need me to take care of them you don't know what you're doing!" momo yelled out in union

"What do you mean you're the one trying to hog them not letting us know that they're sick!" hakagure argued back

"Oh please like you could do anything I bet I could make y/n better less then a day!"

"like you could do any My protein tea mixed with protein powder could make them all better in a minute!" kiri butted in

"You all need to stop fighting your gonna make them have a headache" iida said with his chopping motion

"Yea so inviting yourself in was a good idea?" shoto said

"You did the exact same thing shoto" izuku said while looking so done with everyone's shit

The arguing soon was rising making your headache worse so you crawled under the covers and buried your head under the pillows while arguing sero was 1st noticed this and realized enough was enough so he sneaked into your room while the others were arguing and quietly shut the door and locked it "Mi amor..?" he quietly said and seconds later your head slowly sprout up your nose stuffed up and your hair was messier then ever you looked so tired and miserable it broke his heart

"Mi Amor I am so sorry I shouldn't have been arguing like this in the 1st place I promise im gonna fix this ok?" too tired to even protest that it was his fault as well you just wanted the yelling to stop so you slowly nodded your head and he softly smiled, you point to your dresser where the pain pills were at and got some tissues from the bathroom in your room you took the pills and helped you blow your nose soon enough the pill made you drowsy and knocked you out pretty quick sero ruffled your hair and went out the room to handle some business

"SH" Sero whispered harshly as everyone stopped what they were doing "While you were bickering and arguing about who's better I helped them get to sleep and they ordered me to tell you to get out only but me" Everyone gawked at the statement and tried to argue again but quickly shut their mouth only realizing that your sleeping in the other room "but we need to go check on them they need-" "They don't need anyone help mochiko you all "helped" enough now it's time for you to leave you're happy to give them a get well gift but that's it" "And what makes you think we'll leave," izuku said glaring at the dark-haired boy he only shrugged "How about we all settle this in a fight ONLY outside" sero's grin grew wider while the others look at him and at each other "Deal whoever wins gets to take care of y/n for the rest of the day" Momo grinned confidently that she'll be able to win your heart and affection

And now a bunch of pro heroes are fighting in your front yard and you just peacefully sleeping with your favorite plush ochako gifted you

Nobody won the fight because Bakugo was sent there to stop a commotion at your neighbor so he was already worried and ready to kill anyone who dared to mess with you but all he sees is a bunch of pro heroes fighting on your front lawn needless to say they all got scolded and was harshly sent home by bakugo and when he heard you were sick as well?! Oh hell No! How could those pests fight over something so stupid when poor little you are suffering from a weak virus when everyone was sent home he went into your house and made sure to take care of you the PROPER way he fixed you some tea his mom made when he was sick as a kid and some of his famous chicken soup and waited for you to wake you up while he sat by your bed

but you had other plans when you thought his lap was pillows so you lazily crawled yourself over and slept on them he was flushed he wanted to shout and insult you to get up but he suddenly had an evil grin on his face and decided to take a picture with you laying down on his lap his fingers tangled between your hair and decided to post it on a secret group chat they still used today for crazy sheingains and gushing about you and let's say they were all PISSED

everyone was hurling insults at Bakugo making him laugh mina was jealous that she wasn't there to see you and take care of you Denki and Kirishima were whining calling Bakugo unfair and mean when behind the screen both were glaring jealously at their phones jirou and tsuyu was bit sad she couldn't come but was secretly cropping the photo with your sleeping face as their new wallpaper

Bonus: when you woke up bakugo demanded you to eat his soup to make you feel better and you were now spammed by worried-obsessed fans and angry and jealous Pro Hero 1a spamming your phone

[hotpotatopotat]

"A Bit Too Casual"

Endeavor implements casual Fridays to boost morale. Tenko and Hawks (mis)understood the assignment.

[Shiggy-Endeavor Agency AU]