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marie-miele · 11 months ago

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"Midoriya?"

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You stood staring at each other as the other students continued to walk around you. He had gotten stronger, and taller. Yet he still had the same green mop of hair.

"Y/N. You're..aliv-" He took in all your details; you'd grown too obviously, but something about you looked different. Your eyes were more tired, your hair was thinner and your face was more...shaped? It was clear to him why you were gone for so long, it looked like you hadn't taken care of yourself.

Welp. This was getting awkward.

"Uh- We should be heading in...right?" You said while pointing at the school.

"Yeah, yeah your right!" He replied hastily.

The both of you made your way into the building and began the search for your classroom. Small talk was continuous of course, he asked you so many questions, and you asked him many too.

"So your quirk finally kicked in?"

"Y-yeah, it's still hard for me to control but I know I'll be able to one day." Midoriya said with a slight smile.

"Guess we were both late bloomers."

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"Class 1-A...1-A" Midoriya repeated as the two of you rushed passed every door you saw. Getting so caught up in your chit-chat, neither of you realized you were going to be late on your first day!

"C'mon, where is it? Ah! There!" He said, finally coming across your classroom door.

Standing in front of the door together; taking in its size. "This thing is huge!" You exclaimed.

"Are there giants here?" But before you could answer he continued talking. "The most promising students in the country are waiting behind this door" He looked nervous as he shook his head from side to side, seemingly trying to shake his thoughts out.

"You ready?" you asked him.

"Yeah! Maybe we're in different classes, maybe everyone's nice."

He opened the door while you continued to look at him. In different classes? you thought to yourself.

As you both took a step in, your ears were met with a boy shouting something about feet on a desk. Oh boy.

"Huh?~" The boy drew out.

The other boy was the one you first heard as you walked in, he wore glasses and kept neat blue hair atop his head. "It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!"

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?" The first boy replied. You couldn't quite see him as you were standing behind Midoriya, you could only see the boy with glasses as he was rather tall.

"Just my luck.." Midoriya said under his breath. You were trying to peak your head around as the tall boy introduced himself as Tenya Iida from-

"Somei, huh? So you must think you're better than me. I'm gonna have fun tearin' you a new one. " That tone of voice, you recognized it all too well.

Gasping Iida replied, "You would threaten me? Your own classmate, are you sure you're in the right place?" As you were finally able to get your head around the boy who stood in front of you.

Big mistake! You tried to bring your head back but your eyes had already locked with him. Bakugo's piercing red ones.

Iida's statement caused the rest of 1-A to look in yours and Midoriya's way. "Huh? It's him. And another student"

You gulped as Midoriya said nervously hi to your classmates, but you couldn't speak. You felt your throat drying up by the second.

"Good morning!" Iida said loudly as he made his way over to the both of you; still standing in the doorway. "My name is Tenya Iida fro-"

"Yeah, I-I know," Midoriya said putting his hand in front of his chest defendantly. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's super nice to meet you." The two boys waited for a response but nothing came out so Midoriya quickly introduced you as well. "Oh, and this is Y/N L/N!"

"Midoriya, You realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? You must be very perceptive." You were hardly paying attention to their conversation as Bakugo kept his eyes on yours. "And I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student, you're far superior to me" Iida continued; turning his head to you. "And you, Y/N. I didn't see you during the exam, you must've been one of the students who got in by recommendation. You must have a powerful quirk." He stated.

Recommendation? Bakugo thought, how? How is it that you disappeared for three years and now you're here standing in front of him? It didn't make sense, where the hell did you go?

You instantly turned to Iida. "Yeah...I suppose you could say that, it's nothing much in reality though" You say with a feeble smile.

"Hey! I recognize that messed-up hair! Falling boy!" Midoriya turned to look at whoever was behind you, as you followed suit you noticed he was blushing, a lot.

You were confused when she called him 'falling boy', you guessed they must've already met. The poor boy was just sputtering out nonsense as the girl with brown hair went on about a punch or something.

Bakugo was starring daggers into the back of your head as he sat; still, with his foot on the desk

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Three years ago: Bakugo's perspective.

No one was allowed on the street, there were police covering the roads and blocking off Yuko's house.

"LET ME OUT!" Bakugo angrily shouted at his mother who was holding him back.

"NO! ARE YOU STUPID KATSKI?!" His mother shouted back.

It took some time but he was eventually able to escape her grip and rush out the door. He made his way to your house as fast as his legs would let him. Once he had made it all he could see was a green fog, "What the hell..." Bakugo made his way through the crowd of people. That was your quirk, no doubt about it. But what happened? he thought.

"Hey, kid! You're not supposed to be here! Where are your parents?!" A hero was yelling at him to leave, but he couldn't control his body. "LET ME THROUGH" Bakugo was yelling at the top of his lungs still pushing through everyone like a bulldozer.

By the time he made it to the tape blocking him from your home, he saw you; your weak body was being carried out of the house on a stretcher and so was your family. Everyone up close to the scene were wearing gas mask. Your parents were crying, and your sister was...Yume was screaming; he'd never heard someone yell so loud he thought he was going to go deaf. But Yuko, why were you so quiet? Shouldn't you be screaming too?

Say something...He thought. Anything just make a sound. "Yuko...YUKO SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT! TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY!" He was being pulled away, he didn't bother to figure out who had a hold on him; Bakugo kept trying to get to you but you were being put away into an ambulance.

It had been two weeks since he'd last seen you. The rumor was that you had died since everyone came back but you. And of course, being his stubborn self; Bakugo marched his way to your home and started banging on the door. After many attempts, your mother finally opened the door.

"Where is she?" He asked demandingly.

She wasn't giving him the response he wanted, so he did the only reasonable thing. Bakugo Pushed his way past your mother and entered your home, he was calling out for you so desperately.

"Yuko! C'mon, I know you're here!" He was getting angrier every time he didn't get a response from you.

"I told you she isn't here!" Your mother followed him as he made his way up the stairs to your room.

Stomping through the hallway, he finally made it to your bedroom door. Bakugo had been here so many times he knew where everything was at like the back of his hand; everything except for you. He barged through the door before your mother could stop him and...

"I told you, Bakugo... she's gone." The older women had said weakly.

With his head down he went to leave but your mother put her soft hand on the boy's shoulder. "Stay."

And he did. It had been nearly four hours since he first arrived at your home; during that time he was going through your stuff. You weren't here so he thought it wouldn't matter if you cared or not- plus, he knew that you trusted him; so he continued.

As the fifth hour hit, he finally decided it was time for him to leave. He grabbed a few of your things to sneak back to his house. This included: A bracelet you always wore to school, and book you kept nagging him to read, and of course, he stole your childhood plushie. It was of your favorite hero; Lady Nagant.

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Present: Your perspective

You were staring at Midoriya's beat red face, you found it funny how the girl talking to him didn't notice it.

"If you're just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now."

Everyone standing in the doorway looked into the corridor. Laying on the ground was your teacher, Aizawa- er Mr.Aizawa. He was bundled in the yellow sleeping back you had gotten him for your first Christmas together. You didn't think he used it anymore; you stood corrected though.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." He said as he unzipped his sleeping bag and brought a juice pouch to his mouth; taking a drink from it. He sternly continued to talk as he slowly stood. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious." Sliding out of the sleeping bag. "Rational students would understand that."

Gosh, when he spoke like that he reminded you of your father. You hated disappointing him and that's all it seems you've done today. While the other students stared, you quickly bowed your head as an apology as you muttered "Sorry, sir."

"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher" He said.

Uh! He just completely ignored you! While you were concerned about that, everyone else was stunned by the man being your class's teacher.

Reaching into his sleeping bag he pulled out what looked to be a gym uniform. "Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside." He said while he handed you the one he was holding.

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After changing into your gym uniform, you and the rest of your classmates made your way outside. During the walk you stayed in the back while Bakugo was leading the class- like he always has; guess nothing has changed much.

You weren't sure if you were avoiding him or if it was the other way around, but you knew that now wasn't the time for confrontation. Even while outside you both kept a distance from each other.

"What? A quirk assessment test?" The whole class asked in unison. "But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" exclaimed Ochako.

While in the locker room, you had gotten to meet all the girls in your class, she was the first to come up to you and introduce herself.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Mr.Aizawa said with his back to the class. "Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions.-" He turned halfway to look at his students. "-That means I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before." He continued to explain but you had already tuned him out; your mind was so focused on Bakugo you couldn't pay attention to anything else.

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam." Mr.Aizawa stated. "What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?" He questioned with a straight face.

As Bakugo spoke, your attention was brought back; yet it was still on him. " Sixty-seven meters, I think" He replied. That was more than you remembered, we had to do physical exams every year at school. He's gotten stronger, and probably by a lot too.

Aizawa explained the rules of what we were doing; throw the softball using our quirks, and just stay in the circle. Bakugo went first as he was asked to, and as soon as he threw the ball. BOOM!

"DIE!" He shouted as the ball went flying.

I'm screwed you thought to yourself. If his quirk had gotten that strong in just the few years you were away..what were everyone's quirks gonna be like?

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro" Mr.Aizawa explained as he showed Bakugos score.

"Whoa, 705 meters, are you kidding me?" A boy with yellow hair said. Two other students had spoken after him.

Mr.Aizawa was giving a stare that you thought could kill as he spoke. "So, you think this is fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and playtime?" Idiots he muttered. "Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately." He said with a smug grin.

HUH?

Midoriya looked extremely worried as he held his hand.

You stayed focused on Mr.Aizawa.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs." Your teacher said as he brought his hand to his hair and raising it above his dry and tired eyes. "Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now." The first day was going to be a long one you sighed.

"Let the games begin."

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Test 1: 50-meter dash

Easy enough, not to brag to yourself but you were an excellent runner. Part of your training with Aizawa led you to constantly run out of his eyesight so you'd gotten pretty good at it.

You were to race against a girl named Jiro, right after Bakugo and Midoriya's race. Okay, you're OK. Stepping up to the white line, and placing your fingers down on it, you got ready. I'm A-O-K.

The gunshot went off signaling the race had started. Okay, I'm not okay! You thought as you took off. You were running off of nerves. But in the end, you won! Your time was marked as 4.78 seconds; just two seconds ahead of Jiro. Good

Test 2: Grip Strength

Maybe I shouldn't have started off so confident huh...

"You hit 540 kilograms? You're such a beast!" Said who you found out was: Hanta Sero.

A boy with purple..ball? Hair retorted after him"Yeah! Like a muscle-ly octopus!"

540!?! I can't even pass 50!

Test 3: Standing long jump

A lot of your classmates including Bakugo just used their quirks to fly over the whole landing pit, which unfortunately wasn't an option for you.

Test 4: Repeated side steps

You watched as Mineta- the purple ball-haired guy- bounced between his balls. He was flying side-to-side, least to say it was very entertaining.

You did okay during this part of the test, staying focused and feeling proud of yourself you hadn't even realized Bakugo was staring you down.

Test 5: Ball Throw

"Infinity?!"

That's how far Ochako threw- floated the ball. She has an impressive quirk. Next up was Midoriya, you watched him carefully. He never told you what his quirk was on your walk to class this morning, so you were extremely curious!

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." Iida said disappointedly.

"Huh? Of course, he is. He's a quirkless loser." Replied Bakugo.

Bakugo stood in front of you as you were standing next to Aizawa. Your teacher quietly called you out for staring at the boy.

"What's the look for?"

"Uh- What look?" you said tensely.

"The look you've got on your face right now." He was pointing his finger, nearly touching your cheek.

"I don't have a look on my face!" Quickly you covered your mouth feeling embarrassed you got so loud. You were prone to accidentally using your quirk when you got too nervous or overwhelmed and so; as green fog escaped your palms, Aizawa was quick to do the same. But to your stupidity this caused you to inhale your own gas. You pulled your hand away as you began to cough, your teacher activated his quirk to stop you from producing more as he took a few steps from you.

"Right." Aizawa said with a muffled voice.

The commotion had made Bakugo look back at you, exactly what you didn't want to happen.

"Tch."

He moved his attention back to Midoriya as you quickly avoided any more eye contact with him. Right, It's Midoriya's turn you thought fanning away all of the fog that was near you and the other students with the help of your teacher.

He was more focused than you'd ever seen him. And when he threw the ball- 46 meters? You were kinda expecting more till you saw Aizawa with his quirk activated again, but it wasn't because of you this time. He was looking straight at Midoriya.

"Uh...What gives? I was trying to use it just now." Midoriya said looking at his hand.

"I erased your quirk...The judges for this exam were not rational enough" He said as his scarf flew around his head. "Somone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school"

Harsh.

After a quick explanation of who our teacher was. Midoriya got a re-try, using his quirk this time. Aizawa was right to be concerned about the boy, Midoriya had broken a finger while throwing the ball!

Everyone was giving their cheers to him while you and Bakugo stood there dumbfounded. Bakugo looked enraged now, mouth wide open and hands sparking. He moved fast as he ran up to Midoriya screaming

"Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that or you're dead!" but before he could reach the green-haired boy, Aizawa managed to grab him with his binding scarf. "How the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

...

"You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up." Aizawa said walking away.

And without fail, that was you. Midoriya slowly made his way from Bakugo as you swiftly walked past the two. Quickly you finished that part of the test throwing the ball a mere 51 meters.

The next three tests were: Sit-ups, seated-toe-touch, and a long-distance run. Thankfully, you got some decent scores on them.

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At the end of the test, Mr.Aizawa stood in front of you and your classmates. "All right, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual score."

You stood next to Midoriya as he clenched his fist. His finger looked terrible. Looking ahead of you, Aizawa showed everyone their scores. Your eyes quickly made their way to your name passing Bakugo's name which was in the 3rd ranked spot. 6 Shoji, 7 Ojiro, 8 Kirishima, 9...Y/N. Yes! Placed in the top ten, Aizawa gotta be proud of me you giggled to yourself. Now, Where is Midoriya? You continued to search for him; 18 Hagakure, 19 Mineta...Midoriya's last. He stood with his head down, you felt sorry for him.

"And I lied, No ones going home." Mr.Aizawa stated. "That was just rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the test." He continued with an uninviting grin. Midoriya looked like he'd just seen a ghost after that reveal.

"That was pretty nerve-wracking, huh?" Sero said.

Kirishima replied to him "Nah, I'm always down for a challenge. And did you see that Y/N girl? I don't think she even used her quirk yet she placed pretty high! Pretty bad-ass I'd say."

Bakugo felt his eye twitch, of course, he wasn't eavesdropping on their conversation or anything. He just happened to be close enough to hear the whole thing.

Aizawa had excused the class for the rest of the day instructing them to grab a syllabus and to finish it by tomorrow. As he was walking off he stopped right in front of you handing him an excuse note to get his finger wrapped up. You decided to follow Aizawa as he walked off.

And there he was; All Might. He spoke to Aizawa as you just stared at him with wide eyes. Aizawa finished the conversation quickly walking off without you, whilst you just kept oogling. All Might's in Midoriya's corner? You questioned, and then the number one hero looked down at you.

"HI THERE!" He said loudly raising a hand.

Nope. You were out of there, you fled and quickly caught back up with Aizawa

"Kids..." All Might said rather disappointedly.

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Finally, as the school day came to a close, you and Midoriya walked out of the school together. It was nice to have your friend back. Halfway down the path you both were stopped by Iida, he was asking how Midoriya's broken finger was. The three of you decided to walk out of the gates when you heard Ochako call out.

"Hey~! Wait up, you guys!" She yelled as she sprinted over. "Are you going to the station? Ill join you guys!"

"Oh, you're the infinity girl." Iida said.

"Im Uraraka Ochako! Let's see. You are Tenya Iida, You're Y/N L/N, and your name is...Deku, right?"

"Deku?!" You and Midoriya said at the same time.

"Uh, yeah, isn't that what Bakugo called you?" She defended. "During the fitness test, he said..."Deku you bastard!" Right?"

"Uh, well. my name's actually Izuku. Deku's what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me." He said explaining with his frantic hand motions.

You covered your mouth trying to stifle a laugh. She was damn good at impersonating him. "You guys still have your nicknames for each other?" You asked.

"Well, I think it would make a great hero name! Plus I think it sounds kinda cute!" Ochako said all smiley.

"DEKU IT IS!" Midoriya shouted with a beat red face.

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Once stepping off of the school grounds, you explained to the three students that you had a ride waiting for you. After parting ways, you made your way to Aizawa's car. But before you could get there you were stopped by someone yelling out your name. No, it wasn't your name, but rather your old nickname. It felt like time froze when you turned around and saw Bakugo hurriedly making his way to you.

"Dammit Yuko! Stop walking so fast!" He yelled.

Your phone rang but you ignored it as the boy was getting closer and closer. "Suki..." Your palms felt dry. Not good.

"How the hell are you here?!" He asked. He was being loud, yeah. But he didn't sound angry the way he did with Midoriya earlier; he sounded hurt. You were just staring at him when he looked you in the eyes.

Trying to reply to his demanding question was hard. You get studdering over the same words, over and over again. Your phone rang again; Aizawa. This was his third time calling.

"Answer me, will ya'!" He took a step closer to you, finally noticing you were scared; it wasn't because of your quirk this time, it was because of him. "Yuko..." He tried again meekly.

Your heart twinged at the sound of his voice going soft. You opened your mouth to say something back to him, but as soon as you did; Aizawa's car pulled up next to you.

"Get in." He wasn't asking, he was telling you to.

"But-" You tried.

"Now."

You looked from the car to Bakugo, deciding it was best to listen. Bakugo turned to walk away as soon are you grabbed the door handle.

"Suki!" You called out. "Tomorrow, meet me at the train station! Please..."

Without even looking back he gave you a small thumbs up as he kept walking away with his head down.

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Authors note:

Dunno if I like how I ended this but phew, it's long!

I figured I'd save some of the things I have planned so I can continue writing long and detailed parts, let me know what you think!

Sending much love to all of you!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #fanfic #mha bakugou

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year ago

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While you wait, you jump up with your arms outreached and your hands stick to the ceiling, allowing yourself to flip yourself over until you're sitting cross-legged on the ceiling. Oh right, you can do that. Your hero name isn't Nightcrawler for no reason after all. One time Izuku woke up and saw you up in the corner on ceiling before screaming, but nowadays he just looks up and says 'morning Suki!' You open two eyes only and look at your phone, humming the song playing in your earbuds before you start to sing. Combined with your quirk and your incredible set of lungs, you've been given a good set of vocal chords so you sing. A few times you've sang around the others, you were only met with a few boys looking at you in a trance and the girls getting excited over your voice. " Loo le loo le lai lay... Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby, back to the years of loo-li lai lay. And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow, bless you with love for the road that you go. " " May you sail fair to the far fields of fortune, With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet. And may you need never to banish misfortune, May you find kindness in all that you meet. May there always be angels to watch over you, To guide you each step of the way. To guard you and keep you safe from all harm, loo-li loo-li lai lay. " You don't realize it but you're singing a bit louder but still with the gentle softness your mother taught you. " May you bring love and may you bring happiness, Be loved in return to the end of your days. Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you, I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li lai-lay. May there always be angels to watch over you, To guide you each step of the way. To guard you and keep you safe form all harm. Loo-li loo-li lai-lay. " " Loo-li loo-li lai-lay... " Anytime you sing, your voice is carried out through the halls and brings the others into a deeper and more peaceful sleep, but you panic and land on your hands when the light flickers on and you just... keep doing a handstand until you regain your composure and plant your feet on the ground before standing up and locking eye contact with 1-A's class president, Tenya Iida. " Suki. " " Tenya. " You nearly forgot, tonight Tenya wasn't here and had to go to an emergency family meeting so he looks exhausted and is wearing a mask. " Need help getting to sleep? " He nods with a tired yawn, taking off his glasses and rubbing the tears out of his eyes. " That would be... very appreciated. " Luckily the coffee is done brewing so you head over to him and hoist him up into a hug. Sometimes when someone comes back from night patrol with their mentor or a night out, you just carry them to their room and give them a small dose of your sleeping gas before singing a lullaby. - - -

In Your Time of Need.

(Doing a little something different, this'll be a fanfic that involves our alter/OC Suki! She's from BNHA, and is a Class 1-A student! She also says hi from co-front, we're writing this together. - Star)

(This is her by the way.) Let's begin!

Your name is Suki Kitagawa. You're 16 years old, over 6'2 (thanks to your dad's side of the family being very tall), and you weigh a good 223 lbs. worth of muscle, a little bit of fat and a whole lot of love. Your quirk is Sleeping Gas, but it doesn't work the way most folks would instantly assume it would; for instance, your quirk isn't activated until you open your many eyes (thanks to your mom's side of the family) and your mouth is uncovered by a face mask that is specially tailored to contain the gas from exiting your mouth. You hate explaining to people how you get around with your eyes closed, it's a very lengthy explanation. How your quirk works once activated is as simple as it seems, you take a deep breath in and exhale to produce the sleeping gas. However the gas has many different effects depending on how big a cloud of gas is. If you take in a shallow inhale and exhale a little trail of smoke, it'll make someone very tired and have them nap for like an hour. Deeper inhale and a longer exhale, that's enough to let someone sleep a normal 8 hours but your quirk is really dangerous if you're in stealth mode. You need a special device that is similar to a gas mask, although it's more of an amplifier for your sleeping gas to spread everywhere, in order to induce really bad psychological damage to your enemies. A deep inhale and long exhale that'd normally get someone to sleep 8 hours is amplified by the mask tenfold, causing possible comas where the ones in the comas experience the worst of nightmares. When they wake up, they aren't who they were anymore and are afraid of you. While this quirk is seemingly powerful, it takes a major toll on your ability to sleep and have normal functioning sleep schedules. You stay awake for days and nights depending on how often you use your quirk, and to make up for the gas leaving your lungs, you have to smoke either medically-prescribed marijuana or sleep with an oxygen mask on and you hate the oxygen mask so weed it is. Of course, Iida Tenya tends to try to get you to stop smoking. Whenever Mr. Aizawa checks up on you, you're as high as a kite and sometimes he'll even get blazed with you in your room. It's just a secret you and him keep behind closed doors, like how you also help him and everyone in the dorms sleep at night. Speaking of, that's where you find yourself tonight. - - - With earbuds plugged into your phone and both of them in your ears, you walk the halls with your quirk activated and eyes wide open with small trails of smoke and gas lingering along the floor like mist. You haven't been able to sleep for 12 days now, and sometimes you just want to be lulled to sleep by your own gas but sadly you aren't affected by it at all. Some nights you're miserable and try to smoke weed but most nights you just wander the halls and let your quirk help others when you can't stand being in your room with your thoughts. It's only 12 AM this time, and you've been at this since 8:30 PM so you can feel your body aching and yearning for the sweet feeling of collapsing but you just can't. You decide to head to the kitchen and make some coffee, closing your eyes and not covering your mouth since you don't need to always wear the damn mask. It's just a safety precaution you take most of the time since you've been taught from a young age that you need to cover your mouth to not scare any children. Grabbing the coffee pot, you pour out the old coffee (or what's left of it, fucking Denki drinks too much of this) and fill it up with water in the sink. During this, you grind the coffee beans and change out the coffee filter before placing a new one inside and scooping the grounded coffee into the filter, getting the now-full coffee pot and pouring water into it's designated spot before finally setting the coffee to brew.

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mettywiththenotes · 3 years ago

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I cried laughing

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years ago

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Wild Hearts: Chapter 2

Summary: It’s been 6 years since Katsuki Bakugou walked out on you and your hometown without an explanation. 6 long years of humiliation and heartbreak. So what happens when he walks back into your life asking for a favor? You know he’s not good for you, but what if your heart doesn’t?

Genre: angst, eventual smut, hurt, comfort, pining, slow burn, MDNI

CW: language, smoking, threats

Word Count: 1390

"Aunt Y/N!" a soft voice cut through the harsh sounds of the bar, and you carefully tracked the head of blonde curls from behind the bar as it weaved around the tables to reach you, earning a few curious glances.

"Grace, what the hell do you think you're doing? Just because I own the saloon doesn't mean you get to run on in here anytime you want," you scolded gently, setting a glass of whisky in front of the man you'd been in the middle of serving at the bar before kneeling in front of your twelve-year-old niece. "Understand?" you asked seriously, brows raised.

It had nothing to do with it being bad for business, these men could drink in the next town over if it bothered them that much, but for Grace's safety, she shouldn't be here. Most of the men who came in were drifters with short tempers and nothing to lose; a gunfight could break out any second, a fact you were far too aware of.

The young girl nodded solemnly, and your features softened, tucking a stray curl behind Grace's ear. "Now, Ms. Mallery, what can I do for you?" you smiled, and Grace stretched on her toes to peer over the bar, grooves from countless knives etched into the dark wood.

"Mama said she wanted me to see if Mr. Iida is around. She wants to ask if our new dresses have arrived yet," she explained.

You sighed softly. Tenya and your sister, Janie, had a strained relationship. Almost as strained as the one between the two of you. You straightened up to scan the saloon, finally locating the raven-haired co-owner of the general store.

"Go tell your mother I'm asking him right now," you mumbled. "but go out the back," you added quickly as the young girl looked to run back through the main room, and Grace nodded, pausing in the doorway. "Want me to tell her you said hello?" she asked curiously.

You turned away, sadness tugging at your heart for the loss of closeness you used to share with your elder sister. "Only if you think she'd like to hear it," you finally said softly, wiping down the bar one last time.

Grace disappeared with a nod, and you steeled herself to approach Iida's poker game. You loaded a tray with a couple new shots of whisky as a peace offering before making your way over to the table, hoping they'd leave you be, but luck didn't seem to be on your side. Most of the men playing were locals, and this particular group never missed a chance to mock you or get grabby, and today was no different.

"Training the sheriff's daughter to be a whore like you? He ain't gonna like that," John, the sheriff's right-hand man, snickered as you set the glasses in front of them, and you gazed coldly at him across the table.

"Don't call me that. I'm not a whore," you muttered. "And Tom can shove a stick of dynamite up his ass for all I care," you hissed, turning to Iida. "I know you aren't working the store today, but Janie sent Grace in to ask if you'd gotten in this week's shipment yet?" you asked apologetically, wiping your hands on your skirt as the rest of the group grumbled, your blatant disrespect for your sister's husband igniting their tempers.

Iida nodded, tossing his cards down. "I'm losing anyway; I'll go check now," he murmured, handing you enough money to pay for his drinks, leaving without another word.

You watched him go, sadness tugging at your heart. There was a time when you'd been able to call Tenya a friend, considered him a brother even. But that had been 6 years ago. Things changed.

"Better wrap it up. I may close early tonight," you snapped to the remaining men, having no intention of actually doing it but wanting them gone nonetheless.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, nothing out of the ordinary happening, save for a fistfight you'd had to break up over a seat. As closing time inched closer, the poker players got rowdier, drawing curious or sour glances from the drifters once in a while.

"How much?" John asked, leaning against the bar, lazily drawing his eyes over you as you cleaned a glass, only half paying attention to him.

"Three bits for the cheap stuff, four for the rest. You know that," you replied evenly, lifting a brow. Your guard was down, so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realize the rest of the group was snickering a couple of seats away.

"Any of you got three bits on you?" he called to them before turning his gaze back on you, his smile freezing you in your tracks. "I think I just found a whore," he grinned, and your heart dropped.

You turned your face away from him and the others who laughed hysterically at the joke as you bit down on the side of your cheek, forcing yourself not to cry, not to let them see how much they wounded you.

He leaned further over the bar to continue, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret. "So, tell me, how much did Bakugou pay?" he smirked, and fury, mixed with betrayal, shot through your body at the sound of his name. You turned angrily on him, jaw clenched, and stared him down. "Pay your tab and get the hell out," you growled. "We're closed."

John's eyes darkened with anger, but he slammed money on the bar regardless, leaving with the others trailing behind, hands shoved in their pockets as they cursed you under their breath.

You stood shaking behind the bar as you hung your head, anger quickly dissipating as sadness rolled through your body, your hair shielding the tears threatening to flood your cheeks. You clamped your jaws shut to keep the cries inside, trying to force yourself to be strong, telling yourself not to think about him.

You should've been used to it, should've been used to the humiliation, to the pain that accompanied Katsuki's name. It had been six goddam years, after all.

And yet, you still weren't. Still, even a slight mention of him or his name sent you spiraling out of control, unable to keep your emotions in check.

You hated him.

You swiped at your cheeks roughly as a couple tears slipped out, finally forcing yourself to move on and to count how much they'd paid, dismayed to find they hadn't paid in full but not surprised.

You let out a deep breath, glad your piano player hadn't worked that night. You darkened the lamps in the saloon and quietly padded to the second floor to your small bedroom with feet almost as heavy as your heart.

You didn't bother changing, the task seeming too exhausting at that moment, and flopped onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. For a while, you resisted the urge to pull the familiar scrap of paper out of the pocket of your skirt, weakly vowing to yourself that you'd throw it out someday.

With a deep sigh, your resolve crumbled, and you slid the worn playing card out of your pocket, gently unfolding it with two fingers. The edge of the faded card was slightly torn, and a water ring from a glass you'd set on it once cut across the queen's face and the heart in the bottom right corner.

You still didn't know why you'd insisted on keeping the damn thing all these years, but you couldn't force yourself to get rid of it for some reason.

You shook your head, silently cursing your heart for being so weak, and tucked the card under a book on the bedside table, turning your back to it and shutting your eyes.

As sleep eluded you, you imagined, not for the first time, what life would be like if you ever got the guts to leave town. But deep down, you knew you'd never do it.

Even after all these years, you secretly believed he'd come back, even if you'd never admit it. You drifted off, thinking of the blonde cowboy with the crooked grin, and found yourself wishing, not for the first time, that he'd never walked in or out of your life.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader - Gentle Touch

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x GN Reader

Genre: Mega Fluff

Warnings: The reader is injured (burned) in a flashback and is described with a scar throughout.

Summary: Bakugou's friends slowly find out about his soft side through you.

Word Count: 4.8K

It was a certainty that among the tens to hundreds of thousands of applicants who applied to UA every year that there were some who knew each other. And, it was basically inevitable that, of the students who were accepted, at least a handful would also know each other. That was all basic probability.

But, three students who all knew each other in UA's most difficult to enter course? With only 200 students being accepted a year, all three of them would have had to score well above high on the written exams followed by having a close to stellar performance in the hero course exam to accomplish it.

Yet, on the first day of class, it didn't seem all too impossible.

You had arrived fairly early, nervous to navigate the large, unfamiliar school yet excited to finally be in the hero course, and made your way to the classroom far before the bell rang. It appeared you weren't alone in your early behavior.

A couple of students were already there. But, most obviously, there was a familiar face.

"Kacchan!" You called out. Of course, you already knew the blonde would be in class with you. Despite his so called resistance, he texted you regularly and was quick to pick up your phone call the day you both received your acceptance videos. He refused to walk with you to class this morning claiming that, "You wake up too late."

"Are you excited to be at UA! I can't wait to see what classes are like!" You exclaimed to the blonde.

He scoffed, "It's not going to be anything special, probably."

His ears flushed a bit red. "Liar," You thought, "you're just as excited as everyone here."

"Excuse me!" Someone loudly cleared their throat to get your attention. You looked towards the classmate to show he'd gotten your attention. He was strikingly… blue. His hair, eyes, glasses, even his shoes were blue.

"You should take your feet off of that desk right now!" The boy addressed Bakugou instantly.

You hardly even noted the blonde's odd (and rather dangerous looking) seating position. He almost always sat like that: chair practically tipping over and legs on whatever surface wasn't the floor.

"Huh?" Bakugou responded.

"It's only the first day and you're already scuffing school property, you cretin!" The other boy quickly reprimanded Bakugou.

"Are you kidding me? Your old school put a stick up your ass or…" You attempted to interrupt the rest of whatever insult tirade Bakugou might continue on, "Kacchan, just take your feet off the desk! It's not that big of a deal!"

"No way in hell if this guy says it." Bakugou glared at the blue guy.

"Allow me to start over, then, I'm Tenya Iida from Soumei Private Academy…" The blue guy, Iida, was quickly cut off by Bakugou, "Soumei huh?" You didn't even bother to stop him this time; it wouldn't do any good.

You looked around the room to see if you could find better opportunities just taking your seat. That was until you noticed the door was open and another student was standing, or rather hiding, behind the frame.

"Izukun, I didn't know you were here!" You exclaimed at the sight of his recognizable green hair, "You should have told me you were coming to UA! We could have talked about it during the break."

"Sorry," he responded nervously, "I didn't think you were interested in knowing."

Your conversation, once again, didn't last long as the blue haired boy came up to interrupt you for a second time to speak with Midoriya. "It's like I'm not even supposed to be here." You thought as you moved towards your seat which just so happened to be behind Midoriya's.

To other students, your familiarity was clear instantly. From the nicknames you all called each other, Deku, Izukun, or Kacchan, the last one was the one other students latched on to the most. To the interactions you all had, Midoriya being quick to talk to you or be at your side first, Bakugou seeming to be more civil when holding a conversation with you (or even the fact that he was holding a conversation), or Bakugou's aggressive responses to Midoriya and the other boy's almost planned responses in return. One of those being more concerning than the others, 1-A could spot the differences.

And, one of those big differences was Bakugou.

Bakugou wasn't afraid to throw a punch or rather an explosion at whoever he pleased. Except for you. Within the class' first couple basic training sessions, he steered his explosions clear away from you, denying your requests to spar (that he happily accepted from other students) and even stopping what he was doing all together to tell you to move somewhere else. That was further amplified during the Sport's Festival. Despite the chaos, Bakugou clearly made a point to not direct explosions at your group during the cavalry battle while ruthlessly doing so to others.

Outside of battle too, the way he treated you was far from how he interacted with others. After the USJ Incident, Kirishima hardly missed how Bakugou swiftly and almost stealthily had moved from being beside Kirishima to wherever you were. Not to mention, there was something about his hands. When he was walking beside you or in any vicinity near you, he made a point to shove his hands into his pockets.

"So, what's your deal with (L/N)." Semester midterms were approaching and Kirishima had managed to worm his way into the only spot for Bakugou's intense study sessions which included: hours at a local cafe, odd stares by said cafe's employees, and a lot of smacks to the head by whatever material Bakugou had on hand.

"Huh?" Bakugou glared at him; a glare more menacing than usual.

"Sorry, that came out wrong!" Kirishima quickly tried to correct himself, "I mean uh– you knew them before UA, so like– how? 'Cause you treat them way differently than Midoriya."

"We went to school together, shitty hair. Isn't that obvious?" Bakugou replied.

"Well, yeah but– nevermind!" He quickly shook his head.

"Don't start a fuckin' sentence and then stop! What the hell were you going to say!" Dropping the subject seemed to make Bakugou more upset, the stack of papers he was being hit with returning to Kirishima's vision threateningly.

"You're gonna' get even more mad at me if I explain myself! Just forget about it!" Kirishima tried to insist.

"Finish what you were saying!" Bakugou began taking swats with the stack of papers.

"I thought you two were a thing! Like, together!" Kirishima said while desperately avoiding the paper.

"Huh?" Bakugou stopped abruptly before scoffing, "No way in hell. Like I said, we just went to school together, and they weren't shitty like Deku."

A silence fell between them for a moment. Kirishima didn't miss how oddly calm Bakugou was in responding to that sort of question. "Get back to studying, you still can't get the math right!" The blonde didn't let it last long before Kirishima's eyes were back on the textbook and practice problems as he attempted to learn the formulas.

Kaminari began to note the next incidents at the summer training camp. Admittedly, he had been distracted by his sheer joy of just being allowed to go to the summer camp at first… then he remembered the "training" part of the event and lost that joy. It was seriously brutal with the intense training in the day, cooking his own meals, and all of that followed by lessons with Aizawa late into the night.

Actually, it was one of the first few times Class 1-A was cooking together that he noted something new about you: the large scar on your left hand.

"Hey Kaminari-kun, can you hand me that towel?" You asked. He had been helping you to cut vegetables, but he realized later that he was really just washing the vegetables and handing them to you. Of course, he was too sleep deprived to even be allowed to hold a knife.

"Oh, sure." He picked up the towel that had been bunched up in the corner and passed it over to you.

"Thanks!" You quickly used it to wipe water and vegetable bits off your hands. A bit dazed, he watched your motions carefully.

"Hey, when did you get that?" He wasn't really thinking when he spoke aloud at the recognition of a scar on your hand.

It covered a decent portion of the skin on your left hand: almost covered your thumb to the other side of your hands and spanned from around your knuckles to a bit past your wrist. It discolored your skin a little bit but mostly created odd, stretched and bumped looking patterns in the area.

You laughed it off, "I've had it for awhile. I got it when I was a kid."

You handed the towel back to him, "How did you get it?"

"Oh– uh…" You quieted at that, "Just a stupid accident, y'know?"

"Yeah, I did stupid things all the time!" He didn't notice your change in behavior and just went on, "I used to think it was cool to try and zap electrical sockets because it made my fingers buzz. Then it blew up…"

He continued going on his tangents about his injuries as a kid; he was 15 minutes into his third story before he realized that dinner was basically ready around the two of you.

Only a couple of hours later did the scar came up a second time. He was a bit more awake now after having eaten and realized that he completely left his phone back where they were staying the whole day. So, despite knowing that Aizawa would scold him for being late, he went back to get it.

"Who just left weights out here!" Kaminari hissed as he nearly kicked the item.

"You need to be more careful!" Kaminari heard a voice speak angrily. It was pretty close, so he scanned around for it.

"Are they talking to me?" He wondered, "Wait, no. That's just Bakugou– wait, who's Bakugou talking too!"

Almost completely forgetting about searching for his phone, he became focused on Bakugou standing with someone by where, if Kaminari wasn't mistaken, he was sleeping.

"You shouldn't be forgetting this shit either." The blonde muttered after his first exclamation.

"I know, I know! I just forget how bad it gets every summer." That was your response.

Bakugou seemed to have been handing you something, a tube of some kind. He was too far away to really see what it was, but the blonde clearly wasn't happy to be giving it to you.

"Thanks, I'll try not to forget it next time." You replied.

"You better not," Bakugou made his usual tch sound, "You need to be putting it on three times a day otherwise it's just going to hurt more and you won't be able to train."

"Is that really Bakugou?" He wondered. Kaminari felt moved by the way Bakugou was speaking, and he wasn't even talking to the other blonde!

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." You seemed far more dismissive of it than Kaminari would ever be. The electric blonde could already picture himself bawling his eyes out in this situation.

"I'll see you in a bit!" You began making your way towards where Kaminari was.

"Shit!" Kaminari whisper-yelled as he attempted to quickly hide. That would totally ruin Bakugou's mood if he knew Kaminari had been there to witness whatever exchange just happened.

"Hey, Kaminari-kun!" He failed to hide very well as you immediately spotted him once you reached the hall he was standing in.

"Heeyyy, (L/N)," he poorly attempted to make his crouched, hiding position into pretending as though he was tying his shoes, "What are you doing here?"

"Um– I was just going to the hot springs." You replied, "What are you doing here? I thought the extra lessons with Aizawa started 15 minutes ago?"

"15 minutes? Shit, I gotta' go!" He sprinted away, almost as fast as Iida, at your comment.

"Weird…" You muttered while heading back to get your stuff for bed, the tube of aloe still in hand.

Mina heard the story almost immediately. It was hard to miss one of the six students doing the extra lessons, so everyone was quick to notice the blonde gone from the extra lessons.

"He's coming," Sero insisted, "He just said he was getting his phone!"

"If he's not here in 5 minutes, I'm going to find him." Aizawa had glared at the group, anger evident.

They managed to stall him for 5 more minutes before the man had enough of it and was out of the door. Another 5 minutes later, the electric blonde was being dragged into the room by Aizawa's capture scarf.

"That's an extra 30 minutes for all of you." Aizawa had declared when he released the boy from the capture scarf.

"Seriously, where were you!?" Mina hissed as Kaminari took a seat beside her.

"Okay, I was getting my phone," Kaminari whispered, "And I saw Bakugou there with (Y/N), and he seemed like– worried? He was giving them something and saying that they needed to be more careful about something. Also, did you know they had a scar on their hand?"

"Kaminari," Aizawa said, "Focus."

"Sorry sensei!" Kaminari sat up straight and turned towards the front of the room.

For awhile, Mina didn't really think about it. There were more important things to worry about with her friends having been attacked, Bakugou himself being kidnapped, and being moved into dorms all together. But, she could notice things on her own.

Mina knows she's a very physically affectionate person. She practically drapes her body over her friends at any opportunity, and the pink girl is somewhat used to the resistance of her affection.

In the past, people called it weird or that, "You can only do that stuff with your boyfriend!" All of which were beliefs she strictly tried to change. So, with the dorms, Mina was quick to begin recognizing this behavior in one of her close friends: Bakugou.

"Bakugouuu! Momo said she's busy, can you please help me with this homework!" She practically pushed her entire body weight onto the blonde and she wrapped her arms over his shoulders. Kirishima did it all the time… maybe with the exception of the dead weight part.

"Get off of me," he immediately responded while easily lifting the pink girl off of him, "I won't help you if you do that shit."

"So you'll help me!" She selectively ignored what he said.

He scoffed, "c'mon, before I change my mind."

"Thank you so much!" He squealed –pulling him in for a proper hug this time. Bakugou didn't return the hug; his hands were awkwardly hovering in the air.

"I said don't do that shit!" He yelled.

"Has Bakugou always been this way?" She wondered.

As she already remembered, Kirishima was almost always hanging around Bakugou in some sort of way. And, the blonde didn't usually seem to mind. But for her? He always seemed to blow up about it. It was true for a couple of other friends too.

"Hey Bakubro!" Kaminari happily greeted Bakugou, "We were gonna' do a Mario Kart competition, wanna' join?"

Kaminari, much like Mina did, leaned his weight onto Bakugou in a sort of side hug. "Get the hell off of me dunce face!" Bakugou had yelled first before responding.

Most damning of all was when Mina witnessed Bakugou treating you the same. Of all people, Mina assumed you were the baseline of how nice Bakugou could be to people. Yet, here she was.

Unlike usual, Mina had managed to wake up rather early. She was out of the door almost at the same time as Bakugou, which was a feat on its own.

"Kacchan, wait up!" You called out. Mina was still in the middle of putting her shoes on when you brushed past her to catch up with the blonde who was already out the door.

"I told you I wasn't waiting around any longer." Despite his statement, Bakugou had paused until you caught up to him.

"I said I would be down in a couple of seconds! I can't make the elevator go any faster." You took his hand into your own as you responded.

Mina couldn't quite hear what Bakugou said in response to the action, but it had to have been something negative as you protested, "It's fine, Katsuki. You haven't done anything wrong since, and I trust you."

You two had already made it pretty far away from the dorms, but Mina was sure the next words you said were, "You aren't going to hurt me." Bakugou and you seemed to continue holding hands until Mina stopped looking at the scene and moved to go gush about it to Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.

"He still seemed to protest it! But, he never does that for you Kiri. Is there something wrong with us?" Mina concluded the story.

"Um– maybe it has to do with our quirks?" Kirishima suggested.

"Our quirks," Kaminari contemplated, "Wait, is he trying to call us weak!"

"Is he?" Sero continued the line of thought.

"No, I mean with his explosions! I don't know if it's manly to say this–" Kirishima seemed conflicted.

"Tell us!" Mina shook Kirishima by the shoulders as the other two echoed the sentiment.

"W-well, he's said before that my quirk makes him feel– comfortable, I guess? Those weren't his words at all. But, he said that if his quirk went off then he'd know I'd be safe? It was super manly when he said it!" Kirishima explained.

The explanation quickly led to even more discussion about the subject. So much for being early.

"See, it was fine!" You reassured Bakugou after having reached the school still hand in hand.

"Yeah, whatever." Bakugou quickly adopted his tough appearance.

You gently attempted to pull your hand away. The blonde usually let go of you first once you actually made it to the UA building. You assumed it had something to do with keeping up his "bad boy" look, as you called it, but you just decided to go along with it.

"We aren't even in class yet." Bakugou reacted to your action by keeping a firm hold on your hand. A small smile came across your face.

"Hey, how long have you known Bakugou and Midoriya?" Sero asked you one evening.

The explosion boy in question had refused to attend your friend group's Wednesday night homework session. "You know they aren't actually going to do work," Bakugou told you, "I have a sleep schedule to follow."

Bakugou was only partially wrong. The group started by doing homework, and you all remained rather focused. But, Kaminari must have encountered work he didn't want to do and began talking to the group. Soon enough, none of you were working and instead talking about whatever topics came up.

"I can't believe Bakugou and Midoriya got suspended." The topic switched at the mention of the two boys.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask what all of it was about." Kirishima replied, "Like, I know they don't like each other. But, Bakugou isn't the type to fight people without reason, I thought."

"I'm not really sure," You lied. You knew exactly what it was about; he had told you, and you wanted to steer the conversation away from any sort of speculation, "But, it probably had to do with the license exam. He didn't pass, so he was probably upset about it."

"I guess," Kaminari agreed, "why wouldn't he come to one of us if that was the case? Like, Kiri could probably take whatever blow Bakugou has! And, they wouldn't have gotten in trouble for it."

"His– stuff with Izukun goes back for awhile." You shrugged.

That was when Sero asked the question, "Hey, how long have you known Bakugou and Midoriya?"

"We all went to pre-school together so I guess almost all our life." You answered.

"That's like– a really long time!" Kaminari replied.

"Ooh, do you have any embarrassing stories on Bakugou!" Mina was quick to the draw.

"I think he'd prefer that I don't share those." Although, you could already picture several.

"C'mon, he's not even here!" Mina insisted.

"Yeah, but he'll know who told them!" You continued to deny Mina's pestering.

"We'll keep quiet about it, promise!" Sero joined in.

"No you won't!"

"Well tell us something about him! I need to know! Has he always been so…" Mina waved her hand around for a moment as she tried to find the words, "y'know, how he is!"

"Yeah, was he just the same but tiny?" Sero spoke up.

"Well, kinda? Since he's had his quirk he's always been a bit– harsh, I guess." You took a moment to think before you spoke –looking down at your hand and rubbing at the scarred skin.

The others in the room were quiet after having noticed the action. They looked between each other for a moment before Kaminari spoke, "Hey, I know you didn't really want to talk about it when I asked before. But, how did you get that scar?"

"Well," You trailed off while repeating your previous hand motions, "I know you guys are close to Bakugou, so you'll probably understand. I hope."

Izuku, Bakugou, and you had been close for a really long time. You three became quick friends after attending the same pre-school, and your parents had become even quicker friends once they met.

You three had been released to the park while your parents sat at some park bench and talked to each other about adult things –none of you cared to listen to it. Izuku, Bakugou, and you had run off to play your favorite game: heroes.

Somewhere along the way, Bakugou had distracted Midoriya and decided to leave the boy behind while taking you with him.

"Kacchan, that was mean!" You tried to look behind and see the green haired boy, but you two were probably far from him now.

"He's fine," Bakugou declared, "He always figures out how to get back."

"Miss. Inko will probably get upset, though! We should go back!" Bakugou had your hand tightly in his own as he pulled you along. As you attempted to pull away, he didn't loosen his grip.

"No way, we can play better games without him!" Bakugou declared.

"Kacchan, let go!" You exclaimed.

"No!" He shouted back. His other hand sparked up into the small, angry crackles.

Instead, a loud "crackle, pop" came from his other hand which was in yours. That day, both of you found out that Bakugou's quirk was produced by his sweat. Your hands together, having produced a lot of sweat on the hot summer day, were quick to create a dangerously large explosion as it reacted to Bakugou's other small, fiery explosions.

You remembered shrieking as the large explosion pushed you away from the blonde and onto the grassy ground. And, you remembered the horrified expression Bakugou held when he looked at you before quickly rushing you to your parents.

But, you couldn't even feel the 3rd degree burn that had been made onto your hand as you were rushed to the hospital.

"He really only just got his quirk," You concluded your recount of the memory, "so, we didn't really know about it at all."

"Healing quirks are really helpful too. I'm sure I would have got more than a scar if it wasn't for that!" You tried to clear the heavy atmosphere in the air, but it didn't really work, "Uh– but Bakugou has a much better understanding and control over it now! He's spent a lot of time with it."

"Ooh, so is that why he had whatever that stuff was at the summer training camp?" Kaminari was the first to comment.

"Huh?" Kirishima, Sero, and you all asked in unison.

"You remember that?" Mina asked alongside that.

"Well, yeah! I've never seen Bakugou be so caring before." Kaminari defended himself.

"It also explains what I saw last week!" Mina argues.

"Um– what did you see?" You questioned.

"You two were holding hands on the way to school! But Bakugou seemed like– weird about it, and you were reassuring him?" Mina explained.

"Oh, yeah." Your face heated. You could remember having passed Mina one morning, but you had no clue she actually continued watching you and Bakugou.

"That's how I got that scar though! I used to explain it, but it made people think he could be really dangerous, which isn't true! And, he clearly tries really hard to not let things like that happen again." You attempted to change the topic back to where you started.

"I get it," Mina replied, "I used to accidentally get acid all over everything. I lost so many cute clothes!"

"Yeah, and if Bakugou were that dangerous we'd all have so many scars already!" Sero added.

"Hey," Kaminari suddenly said, "Do you think Bakugou's quirk could be used to make a flamethrower since it can work outside his body?"

"It totally could! We should get him to do it! And Mina could use her acid to make it even more powerful!" Kirishima spoke up.

Quickly, the conversation devolved to speculation about how Bakugou's quirk worked and how all their quirks could combine together to make the best explosion.

You smiled at the, admittedly stupid, conversation –happy that Bakugou had found good friends.

"Hurry up!" Hands shoved Bakugou around wherever they could reach to get him towards the couch and away from in front of the screen.

As customary for Bakugou, he had to make a separate bowl on movie nights that he could cover in hot sauce and whatever other spices he combined. And, as customary for everyone else in the dorms, they didn't feel like waiting for him. So, the introduction of the movie was already in full force as Bakugou returned to the common room and had to find whatever seat was left for him.

Today, you'd been lucky enough to get there early and get a couch seat, and, of course, you saved a spot for Bakugou. "You can't save spots!" Kaminari had whined as he was reduced to sitting on the carpet.

"Yes they can!" Bakugou called out from the kitchen. You could still feel laughter bubbling up in your stomach at it.

The blonde basically fell into his seat before placing the bowl of popcorn in between you two.

"No." You whispered while moving the bowl away, "C'mere."

Bakugou looked at you a bit cautiously. Of course, he looked towards your hand first before considering the option. This time, you didn't even need to get your whispered reassurances out before he moved closer. His head rested on your chest as he lazily flung his arms around your torso while your hands found their way to his hair. The position was a bit awkward at first, but Sero kindly gave up his spot on the couch for the two of you to lay out.

"Is that seriously the end!" Kaminari whined as the movie came to a close with credits fading in.

"Is there a second one?" Uraraka leaned forward. Mina, who was quick to grab the remote, began searching the movie title for any sort of sequel.

"There isn't!" The group groaned in collective annoyance. Of course, they had encountered a key downside to watching an old movie they didn't even research.

"That's so annoying," Uraraka basically threw herself back into her seat, "What now?"

"Look at what comes up as recommended." Sero gestured for Mina to do that.

"Doesn't Bakugou usually say this was a shitty movie by now?" Jirou commented. Although, from her couch position, she already saw Bakugou's current circumstance.

"Huh, Bakubro?" Kirishima turned towards the couch you two were on behind them. Bakugou was completely asleep on top of you with you in a similar state.

"Let's pick something quiet, maybe." Midoriya suggested as everyone turned back to the screen.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakusqaud #x reader #x gn reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bakugou x gender neutral reader #bakugou x reader

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whathereoncewas · 2 years ago

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Hockey player! Bakugou

This is my first official post so hello:)) I saw au's about the mha boys and a hockey au and omg. Anyways, enjoy :)

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Hockey player! Bakugou who is mean on the ice, won't hesitate to throw his stick and gloves to start a fight. Who bangs into the glass in front of fans and waves at the little kids cheering his team on, even dedicating goals to some of the lucky ones. Hes big and fast making him a even more of a threat for the opposing teams.

Hockey player! Bakugou who hates doing interviews, he tries his best to just brush past them avoid them but got told he has to do one every now and then to keep up public appearances.

Hockey player! Bakugou who was trending on Twitter with edits of him after a game of him standing there all sweaty and running his hand through his hair to get it out his face, laughing at a stupid question he was asked, the top part of his equipment already discard leaving him in the black long sleeve undershirt. It only made him hate doing interviews even more

Hockey player! Bakugou who is wanted by many, constantly being asked about his relationship status and being asked out on dates and such, him always waving it off and saying that he's too focused on hockey to worry about any of that.

Hockey player! Bakugou who notices you sitting with some friends at a game of theirs, though has never see you before. You're allright in the front beside their player bench. You were sitting with Mina and Uraraka and a few other of their friends, and skates over and slams his weight into the glass, scaring you as he just flashed you a bloody smile with his mouth guard before taking back off to the game. He's distracted the rest of the game looking over at you.

Hockey player! Bakugou who shoots the wining goal in literally the last seconds of the game that was previously tied, and looks over at you in the stands and points his stick at you before he was engulfed by his teammates for getting the goal.

Hockey player! Bakugou who rushes to the changes rooms to get his gear off, blowing off any interviews along the way, before he is asking Kiri about you and why he's never met you before as Kiri just shrugs "you never really come out with us after games, at least not often enough" he says before smirking at him "why, got a crush on the lil thing?" He says as Bakugou just rolls his eyes and huffs, Kiri knowing all too well that Bakugou did and shot a look over at Denki who was listening the conversation as he nodded in agreement back.

Hockey player! Bakugou who showers and gets he shit together, actually planning on going out and celebrating this time, knowing that Mina and the rest would be there, hoping you would be too. He walks out of the change room and over to the group of the waiting friends, chilling in their seats still by the bench waiting to be told what was going on for the night.

"Oh Bakugou! Didn't expect you to come out, congrats by the way!" Mina says throwing herself at him and giving him a hug as he gives he a soft pat on the back "yeah, you played great out there!" Iida says before Bakugou looks over as you and sticks his hand out "I'm Katsuki, I don't think we've met before" he says with a slight smirk as he watches you take his hand him almost losing it at how much smaller it was then his "Y/n, its nice to meet you" you say flashing a smile back up at him.

#hockey au #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki thirst #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #hockey player! bakugou #waterrants #hockey player!bakugou

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saetoru · 3 years ago

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tee… ‘m here on behalf of the iida simps and i remember us being promised a drabble, you‘ve been slacking, babe. where is it!!! >:( /j

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 | 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀.

you and iida both think the other talks too much, but not for the same reasons. he thinks you have too little regard for what you say and who you say it to, and you think he chatters too much about rules and all those other things you don’t really care for. and maybe iida tenya is a bit of a know it all, and maybe he’s a bit of an entitled and bossy pain that you can’t seem to shake, but he’s also quite sweet when you look under the surface, and perhaps you don’t mind the sound of his voice as much as you think you do.

“that is an absolutely unacceptable outfit to wear in this weather,” he huffs at you, eyebrows scrunching in distaste at your attire. why is your jacket so thin? and where is your scarf? and you’re supposed to be wearing gloves—it’s snowing, anyone responsible enough would know to wear gloves. and clearly, iida is utterly distressed by your clothing choice, but you’re not too thrilled he’s sticking his nose into your business.

“what is it to you, iida?”

“who in their right mind leaves the house dressed like this? it’s snowing,” he emphasizes the last part with a dramatic wave of his hand at the white flecks of snow falling over your heads.

you roll your eyes—because really, iida always points out the obvious, and he always makes a fuss over it too.

“i know it’s snowing,” you grumble. “i can clearly see the snow. it’s piling up on your glasses,” you point out flatly, and instantly, he takes them off his face to dust the snow piling up on the edge of his frames. you catch a glimpse of his dark blue eyes, and they make you still for a second. you dont think you’ve ever noticed how deep of a shade of blue they are, and you also notice that his eyes lashes are long—annoyingly so, and you almost want to rip them out for being so much prettier than your own.

“being so underdressed in this weather could get you sick,” he says sternly, “and then you’ll have to skip on patrols to recover. you could get civilians sick if you show up you know, and—”

you purse your lips at his incessant babbling—he sure does love to hear himself speak. “oh really? wow, that’s a neat little fun fact. thanks for sharing,” you say sarcastically, and he huffs, cheeks puffing up in that little way only iida tenya does when he’s frustrated. or he’s being mouthed off to. or both, like right now, for instance.

you didn’t want to be stuck having to routinely patrol this area of the city with iida, but pro hero work’s not easy. it’s always one thing after another of things you really don’t want to do—but what choice do you have? and more importantly, there’s no way to avoid iida tenya. he’ll find a way right back like a boomerang, and he might as well hit your head while he’s at it, maybe that’ll give you less of a headache than the constant ringing of his voice in your ears.

but you’ve grown accustomed to iida. you’re used to leaving your apartment exactly at 7:35 sharp to meet him on time, he hates tardiness, and he always points it out. you’re used to making sure you offer kids an extra big smile when you talk to them, he insists you’re the face of the youth, and he takes being a role model really seriously. and you’re used to constantly having him nag about one thing or the other, but the odd part is that the longer you know iida, the more you learn to love yourself.

he whips you into shape and brings out the best in you, and he gives you a little push that jump kicks you to give a shove of your own.

“i’m only looking out for you,” he insists, furrowing his brows deeply. but he steps forward, and you can feel the heat radiating off his gloved hands as he hovers his over yours. “your hands are going to get all cracked and dry if you don’t wear gloves,” he holds your hands up to inspect, tutting as he notices a few cracks in your skin already. “see? like this.”

“okay, it’s not that big of a deal,” you roll your eyes, pulling your hands away. you don’t know what this has to do with patrol anymore, and more importantly, you don’t know why your heartbeat is suddenly a little more rapid after his hand touches yours—but you refuse to believe the most logical explanation that comes to mind.

“it is,” he says instantly. “it is to me,” and the words come from his mouth like it’s nothing, like it’s casual, like it’s normal. you swallow deeply and take a step back, not meeting his eyes.

“iida, i got it, okay? i’ll wear a better jacket and winter appropriate accessories for you. you won’t have to do patrol alone—” and suddenly, a heavy jacket is placed on your shoulders, and iida is taking the liberty to take your arms and slide them through the sleeves of his jacket himself. you’re instantly engulfed by the scent of his cologne, woody and warm, with a hint of lavender.

“there, wear that,” he says firmly, leaving you no room to protest. but you’re you, and you protest anyway.

“but what about—”

“i’ll be running around anyway,” he says softly, “it’s kind of my quirk. i won’t get too cold.” and for the first time, iida’s voice isn’t stern or exasperated. it’s gentle, and it’s warm and inviting. you take a step forward, daring to look into his eyes, and they’re staring right back at you with the same hint of fondness you’re trying to fight back. it’s a losing battle in the end.

“thank you,” you say quietly, and you mean it. he nods, and for a moment, he awkwardly shuffles around on the balls of his feet, almost making you giggle—there are times where even iida tenya doesn’t know what more to say.

“well, you’re my partner, and it’s my duty as not only your partner, but a pro hero to look out for others, even if i have to—” iida is cut off abruptly with a soft peck to his lips, and his breath hitches in his throat as he stands stiffly. this time, you really do giggle.

“okay, partner and pro hero iida tenya,” you chuckle amusedly. “are you busy after patrol?”

“uh…no,” he trails off, blush dusting over his cheeks.

“great, you can walk me home then,” you nod, like the plan is set in stone. “so i can return your jacket to you before you leave, of course,” you add. he nods quickly, clearing his throat and looking away.

“r-right, of course. i would be happy to.”

and maybe for once, you want to hear iida talk and talk and talk as he walks you home after your patrol.

lola my love, only for you, here is the iida drabble. even if it pained me id do anything for you. thank you my darling ruth for beta reading

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cloud-9ine · 3 years ago

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Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

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vamppanda · 2 years ago

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Burst into flame

Shoto Todoroki x Black reader

Request by @SharaeBakre on wattpad.

Warning ⚠️: None

Reader as a fire quirk.

🧊🔥🧊🔥🧊🔥🧊🔥🧊🔥🧊🔥🧊🔥🧊🔥

People say that when you met your soulmate, you will know at that moment. It's was early in the morning, everyone was here in class or just now coming in class. Todoroki was sitting at his desk waiting for class to start. He was listening to some of the other classmate chatting it up about or that. Soon the bell ring and everyone rush to their seats. Aizawa wiggles in his class.

''Well I see everyone is ready for class, but first there well be a new student that will be here tomorrow.'' Aizawa told the class.

Shoto had a feeling, no more like urge that he should look out the window that you can look in the hallway. Shoto wanted to so bad, but he stay looking at Aizawa. Soon he give up and look out the window. He saw was a girl (h/c) with red in the back of the hair and she was wearing a crop-top sweater and a short shorts, with black flats shoes. She was walking with the principal. What made her more beautiful that she had a darker skin tone, he only read it in books. What he did not know he had activate his quirk.

'' Todoroko.''

'' TODOROKI.''

Todoroki snap out of thought. Everyone look at him, he blush in embarrassed.

'' Todoroki this is unlike you please pay attention and stop your quirk too, before you burn the school down.'' Aizawa said as he continue class.

Todoroki got back to work, but he continue thinking about that girl.

During lunch he way sitting with the deku squad. Midoriya look at Todoroki. Todoroki look back at him.

'' What do you want Midoriya?''

'' Are you ok Todoroki-kun?''

'' Yes I am.''

'' Well your quirk do off in class which is wired.'' Iida said as he was during his does his chops with his hands.

'' Yeah it unlike you at all.'' Ochaca said.

Todoroki look at all of them, he sighs. He put his chops stick down and he got up with his empty lunch tray.

'' I have to get going, I need to fine something .'' with that he left. Everyone was looking at when he left.

'' ~ Ribbit ~ I think he is in love. ~Ribbit~''

Todoroki walk though the hallways thinking about that girl he saw during class and thinking about why his quirk activate when he was looking at that girl?

He was so confuse that it.

'' Maybe you like the girl. That can't be it you did not even see her face.'' His inter self thought. ''um, I just wish I can fine out.''

He was so deep in thought that he did not notice that made to his classroom and he was sitting at his desk. His friends try to get his attention and he snap out of it.

'' ~ Ribbit ~ What was you thinking about? ~ Ribbit ~'' Tsugu said

'' Nothing.''

'' Well it have to be something Todoroki-kun.'' Izuku said

'' We are really worry about you.'' Uraraka said

Shoto sighs and look at them.

'' Ok fine.'' Everyone was happy, that Shoto was going to tell them.

'' Well during class I had a urge to look out the class window, So I did, and when I did I saw this beautiful girl. She was soo beautiful that I start taking in every details on her, but the thing is i did not see her that well, but I am so confuse, because I want to fine her.''

Everyone was smiling at him. He look at confuse, like why they was smiling at him for.

'' Todoroki I think we know why you to find her.'' Iida said as push up his glasses.

'' Really.''

'' Yes, It because you are in love with her.'' Ochaco said excitedly.

'' We should find this girl.'' Izuku said

'' Yeah we can do it after school.'' Iida said.

'' This is a mission to find this girl.'' Uraraka said.

'' ~ Ribbit ~ This is going to be fun ~ Ribbit ~.''

'' Don't worry Todorki-kun we will find her.'' Izuku said as he put his hand on Todoroki shoulder. Shoto smile at him a little. The bell ring sighing that lunch was over.

'' Well time for class.'' Iida said.

Everyone got to their desk and Everyone start coming to class.

School was over and everyone was packing up.

'' Me and bakubro is going to workout wanna come.'' Kirishma said.

'' Sure me and Sero need some workout.''

'' Cool, how about you Todoroki, Iida, and Midoriya.''

Everyone turn to them to see them half out of the door, with Ochaco and Tsuga.

''We are you guys going in a hurry uhm.'' Mina said

Midoriya neruous rubs the back of his head.

'' Well...we....um..go.''

'' We going to on a mission, see you guys later.'' Ochaco said, as she she grab Midoriga and rub out the door with the rest of them follow close behind them.

'' They are doing something suspicious about them.'' Momo said as the rest nod their head.

Todoroki was laying in bed thinking. They did not had any success in finding the girl, but he did not want to give up. He will find this girl even if it was the death of him. He went to sleep dreaming about the girl.

The next day the Deku squad was standing outside for him to come to school. Todoroki walk up to them.

''Morning,'' Todoroki greeted

''Morning '' Iida greeted

'' ~ Ribbit~ Morning'' Tsugu said

''M-Morning'' Izuku greeeted

''Morning'' Ochaco greeted happily.

They start walking to class, but Shoto start having a urge to look over to his right again. So of course he did and when he did, His fire quirk and it was full on too and his face was shook . I mean it was powerful. Everyone was looking to him. You walk up to him and it just you more beautiful when the sun just right on her.

''Hey do you know where class 1-A is?'' You said as your was a little on fire to.

'S- She talking to me and she so beautiful up close.'' He thought.

He open his mouth just to have no words coming out of his mouth.

'' Hello I don't have all day here.''

''Um I can show where it at, we in the same class.''

'' Oh for real think goodness, now come on '' You said as you grab his hand.

'' Oh, by the name name is (L/n) ( Y/n). What is yours?''

''Mines is Todoroki Shoto.''

'' Well Shoto, I just come from Jamica, So be nice to me.'' You said as you giggle. His fames went bigger.

'' ok''

'' So this is have it feel to find in love and find your soulmate.''

MEANWHILE.

'' I think he forgot about us.''Izuku said

'' So that her, she so pretty. I am soooo happy for him''

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Master List

#todoroki shōto #Shoto Todoroki x black reader #animexblackreader #xblackreader

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whoneedssubtitles · 4 years ago

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dating iida and mirio ☁️

pairing: tenya x reader, mirio x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.0k

author’s note: two of my favorite boys in mha, i hope you enjoy! this took me forever but i’m happy it’s done. onto the requests!!

i see him as a huge simp when he’s got hearteyes for someone so prepare to be loved on ♡

you are his peace—being a class rep is hard work! he really appreciates it when you take care of little tasks for him so he’s not as stressed. acts of service is definitely his primary love language.

one of the manifestations of this is that he’s very observant when it comes to you being tired, stressed, uncomfortable, etc (both big and small). so if your feet hurt, for example, he notices immediately and offers to carry you on his back or on his shoulders.

always walks you to class or wherever you need to go without fail. he wants to spend as much time with you as possible and he likes being able to protect you. quality time is his secondary love language.

i’ve posted this before, but iida is definitely subtly possessive. he’s not going to stop you from talking to people or step out of line, but he definitely will get you jewelry with his name or initials on it. he prefers a little gold anklet :)

he’s a true gentleman so there’s very limited pda unless he’s jealous, but something he will always do is kiss your hand when he sees you and hug you goodbye. his favorite types of kisses are the ones to your forehead. his favorite place to be kissed is his cheek.

more gentlemanly things: he ties your shoes, carries your bag, opens doors for you, pushes in your chair, and walks on the outside of the sidewalk to protect you from the traffic.

he doesn’t get jealous often (or at least doesn’t act on it often), but when he is, he’ll put his hand in your back pocket or around your waist. it always kinda takes you by surprise when he does because it’s so rare.

you two are studying together a couple times a week. it’s in your shared google calendar so there’s no avoiding it, but at least he’s a good study buddy! you can read more studying with tenya hcs here

you can tell he’s really in love when he starts acting like a little house husband and performs very domestic favors for you: washing your dishes, helping you clean your room, etc. he just wants to be useful to you!

he loosens up just a little bit when it comes to you, but yes, the hand-chopping remains.

big cuddler! likes to lay his head on your chest as you play with his hair. you’re his home and his rock; you help him relax.

sleepy iida >> he’s so relaxed and just says things without a filter (usually just how much he loves you)

he finds it cute when you wear his glasses and sweaters, though he’ll act annoyed if he’s been looking for them.

tenya is your baby!! if you don’t cup his cheeks and squish them together, i will!!

another big simp! i love him to pieces

his primary love language is physical touch, and he’s extremely comfortable with pda. he’s constantly touching or carrying you and he’s a little cheeky with it.

if you walk past his table at lunch, he’ll pull on your wrist so you fall onto his lap and wrap his arms really tight around you until you give him a kiss, then he’ll let you return to your friends.

he’s very confident and secure in your relationship so he doesn’t get jealous, but he loves showing you off anyway. he always makes a big fuss whenever you enter a room, showering you with compliments and cheesy nicknames.

he also playfully flirts with you and will ask you out a million times even though the two of you are already together.

mirio is a very playful guy, but he’s a bit more grounded, even bashful when it’s just the two of you. he flusters somewhat easily (attentive, heartfelt compliments are the way to go) and always has a smile on his face because you just make him so happy!

physical affection feels more intimate to him when it’s just the two of you, so when you’re laying on his chest, you can hear his heart beat pretty fast.

he’s not as observant as tenya, but he does make an effort to make life at least a little bit easier for you. if he notices you’re running late to class, he’ll have breakfast waiting for you at your desk. if you had a rough week, he’ll take you out to lunch or dinner at your favorite restaurant over the weekend.

he brings you apple or orange juice boxes from the vending machine almost every morning. i don’t know how i know this, but i do.

mirio is the kind of boyfriend you’d watch shows with, like the two of you binge watch series together. he’s always hanging out at your dorm so it gives you two something to do (though you have no problem just enjoying his company).

he likes bothering you while you’re doing work. he’ll poke at or squish your cheeks, take your pens and papers, call your name a lot, etc. he just wants your attention. he’ll stop if you let him put you on his lap as you work.

of course, you’re friends with nejire and tamaki; mirio introduced you to them before you started dating and you’ve been a part of their group ever since. nejire actually helped mirio brainstorm ways to ask you out. the four of you have movie nights every week or every other week, and you stick to this even after ua.

you, him, and eri like to go out to the bakery and candy store to get pastries and sweets together. eri always asks for a little bit of whatever you and mirio got because she thinks it must be yummy if you ordered it.

daydream masterlist.

#daydream #daydream hcs #mha x reader #mha hcs #mha fluff #iida x reader #iida fluff #tenya x reader #iida hcs #mirio x reader #mirio fluff #mirio hcs #togata x reader #mirio headcanons

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julzrulz · 4 years ago

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MHA boys with crushes pt.2

˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

How I think these MHA boys would act if they had a crush on you but make it part 2. Boys being sweeties make me go brr. bruh I'm on a roll, next stop todo and shoji (my baby)!!!

Rating: G (General Audiences, All Ages Admitted)

Pairings: Kirishima x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Iida x Reader

TW: N/A

Notes: Headcanons, Gender Neutral Reader

───── ❝ 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 ❞ ─────

blushy blushy boi

really doesn’t want you to know how he feels about you until he knows you feel the same

the bakusquad makes it so painfully obvious, making kissy faces, bothering you about how you feel about kiri, asking if you’re free anytime soon, calling you you guys’ shipname-- and worst part, he can only sit back and watch

poor baby

he becomes very hyper aware over stupid stuff about himself-- like getting super self-conscious if his breath smells, does his hair look funny, everything and anything

overanalyzes everything and anything, what he said, how he looked, any voice cracks

he swears you are so out of his league-- he takes advantage of every second he gets to be with you

likes to spend time with you and makes an effort to touch you when ever he can (of course in a manly™ manner)

like sitting way to close to you, touching elbows while eating lunch, tickles you by surprise, puts his arm around your shoulder, playing with you hair alittle

doesn’t stutter around you often but when you catch him off guard he will quickly become a mess

he rubs the back of his neck and fidgets when he’s around you

likes eye contact with you but sometimes its too much for him.. he’ll get lost in them loose focus and forget what y’all were talking about

really likes to train with you, you complemented his quirk once and now he always wants to use it around you

loves to help you where he can

even if its just holding the door open for you... and you’re at the other side of the hallway

oh god

mimics your body language subconsciously-- smiles when you smile, tilts his head when you do, moves his hands like you do please he’s so cute

cleans up a little nicer when he knows he’s going to be around you

likes when you spend one on one time with him, there’s less pressure without his friends around because they make his crush so obvious to you

he would call you bro by accident and then beat himself up about it-- seriously it keeps him up at night

───── ❝ 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 ❞ ─────

the slickster™

he works to make his crush on you so painfully obvious and make it everybody's problem

lets be real he started making moves on you as soon as he laid eyes on you

he claims there was “an instant connection”

you’re different from all his other crushes, this one was not shallow

usually he would rush in and just flat out ask a chick out, get rejected and repeat

but no he wasn’t going to be rejected from you

he always showers you in praises and compliments because damn shawty kinda fine ahaha

anything from how beautiful, to how smart, talented you are, how cool your quirk is

he really does live to serve your ego

he gets so excited around you he might just short circuit

blushy around you but loves eye contact, god why are your eyes so stunning

always flirting with you non stop, it’s so embarrassing how he does it too, but if it makes you laugh its good enough for him

he definitely preens around you, playing with/styling his hair, “accidently” flexing his arms when he stretches wants to look his best and show it off

he lights up when you walk into class

talks and whines about how he can’t find the “right person” (spoiler: its you) he does this to try and get a reaction out of you and give you an opportunity to flirt back

as much as he's very forward with his advances, he’s always a pinch away from throwing up

always finds a way to relate himself with you, you (for whatever reason) hate apples? well now so does he

is really insecure about going stupid on you-- he only wants you to see him at his best, after all that's what you deserve

becareful with this one he gets his advice from mineta

───── ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 ❞ ─────

Another boy I think would be clueless, not because he doesn't understand his feelings or know what a crush is, but because his brain probably goes a mile a minute

he looks after everyone in 1-A so it takes a while to notice you’re the break in the blur

he’s WAY more mature with his crush, iida is a man not a boy

it doesn’t happen too often but when he gets nervous he starts to ramble and its always something big brain that you can’t understand

he likes to spend time with his crush anytime he can-- without being overbearing

you tell him he can call you by your first name and he makes sure to say it so softly, as if it were made of glass. compared to the yelling he always does

you’re a BIG deal to him

he would offer to walk you anywhere you needed to be, craving some alone time with you--to get to know you better and try and gage on how you feel about him

would also offer to carry things for you

is always the first one to stick up for you, even if your in the wrong

he would also slip in a couple gifts here and there but in a discreet way

he wants you to think of him just as much as he does you

oh you need a pencil? welp iida’s got one for you and it just happens to be in your favorite color.. and he “forgets” to ask for it back, now you use it all the time

yes he gets alittle smug when he sees you use it

he would constantly be reminding you of rules and not to break them, it may come off as a nag but rules are there for a reason, to keep you safe, and that's all he wants for you

if you do break any though he always lets it slide

in his eyes you can do no wrong

any mistake you make will be praised by this man. you trip during combat? he’s got you, fail a test? he’ll study with you and say that you’re so much smarter than your grade.

has an over whelming need to care for you, always checking if you ate, drank enough water, got a good sleep

if you laugh at his weird-cute habits like the arm chopping or when he pushes his glasses up he would do it a lot more often-- ugh he loves your smile

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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writersmorgue · 3 years ago

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asking bnha characters their pronouns on live (pt. 2)

DENKI

"ALRIGHT GAMERZ!!!" Chargebolt screeches, almost knocking their Pikachu headphones off in their excitement. "WELCOME TO THE LIVE! As always I'm your host, Denki Kaminari- aka Chargebolt- aka lord spamton- aka underpaid to the point of desperation!" They grin wickedly at the camera and crack their knuckles, "Let's get started." Chargebolt spins in their chair, grabbing their keyboard and sliding it front and center on their desk. "As always, while we wait for this to set up, we're gonna answer some Q's!" They scan the chat, "Do I dye my hair! Great first question from letmeplugyou, as I've said before on this stream NO I do not! I get it from my mom, and if you've seen her in action before you would know." They pause, squinting, "If you guys keep calling my mom a milf I'm shutting down the stream." They snort at the moderators flooding chat to block people. "creammesquidward wants to know my pronouns! Ah, that's a good one. I like he/they. Honestly, I'm good with she too. Whatever you find yourself using is fine with me. I'm not picky," They wink at the camera before promptly turning their attention to their monitor when it lights up, "Alright!! Let's fight some demons!"

SERO

"Mr. Cellophane, Sir! We're live with Protagonist Mag, can we ask a few questions? " The camera pans to Sero as he makes his way down the red carpet in dark green, skin-tight slacks, and a matching shirt tied together by a harness that straps across his chest and neck. His dark eyes pan across the paparazzi lining the walkway before he makes eye contact with the man who'd called for him. "Hello!" He grins, snake bites glinting in the sharp light, "How are you doing?" The interviewer blushes and stammers an 'okay' to which Sero beams, "Glad to hear it! Can I answer some questions for you folks?" The interviewer nods, fumbling with his notes before clearing his throat and beginning.

"So, these are some questions our viewers picked for us to ask you. Erm, first up is Emi who asks 'what the tape,' referring to your quirk, 'feels like.'" He looks to Cellophane expectantly.

"Ah, a good question, Emi, it feels like- you know when there's a hair stuck in your mouth and you pull it out?" The interviewer nods, "It's like that, but on a larger scale, and the feeling is somewhat dull."

"Ah! How interesting! What a unique comparison, Mr. Cellophane. Next, Kai asks, 'what are your pronouns?' of course you just had a shoot with Mode Japan, a famously female modeling agency. Many speculate there are changes in your gender identity!"

Cellophane frowns, "Well, my pronouns are he/him, so no changes from what I keep updated on my socials. Though as for the correlation to my shoot, the purpose of that issue was to actually promote awareness of so-called 'gendered' clothing. Frankly, I and many others believe the gender norms associated with items such as dresses and suits should be rid of and diversity among trends in fashion for boys, girls, and people alike to be promoted. I appreciate the question about my pronouns but if I was only asked because I wore a dress then I believe you all should rethink your priorities." He smiles at the camera and looks back to the interviewer, "Shall we move on?"

IIDA

"Hello All, on this week's episode of Fast Talk I will be taking questions from you, my faithful audience!" Ingenium adjusts his glasses as he skims through his chat, "Yes you can ask anything, there is no set topic, however, I request that you keep this civil and classy." He bristles as some not-so-safe-for-work questions come in, eyes zipping around to find a suitable first topic. "Ah! One of you would like to know how much orange juice I consume in a day. Of course, it is common knowledge that my quirk runs on orange juice. I tend to drink upwards of four cups when i plan on using my quirk, and stick to one glass in the morning when I'm off for the day." He grins at the camera, "One never knows when they may be called into work as a Pro Hero!" He scans the comments again, taking a sip of his mug full of... well, probably orange juice. "What are my pronouns? He/him. I appreciate your request for the information," He raises his arm up, "It is the courteous thing to do, especially when meeting new people." He swipes it down to his lap, "No, my blood is not orange-scented."

YAOMOMO AND JIROU

"Hello Lovelies! Welcome to The Gay Agenda, an in-depth dive into the realm of sexuality. I'm one of your hosts, Yaomomo!"

"And I'm your other host! Kyouka!! Love, why don't you tell our wonderful listeners what we'll be doing today!" Earphone Jack rustles in the mic, turning towards their co-host.

"Of course! Well, as regulars here know, we normally pre-record this podcast to upload every Sunday, but today we have a special LIVE segment!" She claps excitedly and types on her keyboard to pull up their discord, distracting herself.

Jirou snorts, "Yes well I'll finish for you then, we asked you all to tune in on this fine Tuesday to send us some questions! Of course you all won't hear this until we post it in a few days but it's neat that we get to be live with you in some way!" Their grin is audible through the mic as their girlfriend mumbles in thought. "Right, Momo?"

"Er- yes!" Creati clears her throat, "And to start off we have a question in from Arm of Poland who asks 'big fan! what was being a closeted gay couple at UA like?'

"Well, Arm," Jirou huffs into their mic at the name, "It was honestly pretty uneventful. Of course, we weren't the first out couple, that being Present Mic and Eraserhead who are married. It was strange being the only lesbians in the class, though. We couldn't relate much to any of the gay couples in class, but it was nice to know we weren't alone!"

"I agree, Kyouka, there was definitely a rift between us and, say, Shoto and Izuku. I believe we were, erm, sexualized more heavily as well, that ending when a specific ex-classmate of ours was expelled."

Jirou hums in agreement, "Yeah thank Nezu for that. Next question from Ponyo Powerwasher who asks, 'could we have a clarification on your current pronouns, please! I know you tend to switch it up and twitter is all over the place. Hope this question doesn't get annoying. Love you both!' Of course!! Always game to answer this question, never feel like it's a bother to ask for pronouns. My current pronouns are they/he, but I still prefer identifying as a lesbian, and i like the term girlfriend." They lean into the mic, "If you misgender me I'll bust your kneecaps."

Creati giggles, "Mine are just she/her. But I'll make them a sledge hammer anytime so don't be afraid to publicly tag us on socials if you'd like to never walk again!!" She quips sweetly.

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realcube · 3 years ago

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midnight. the only one up at this time should be the class representative, checking that every door in the dorm building is locked and secure so everyone can sleep safely.

well, usually he has his rounds completed by eleven at the latest, but many thoughts have been troubling him today so he found that slowed him down. allowing an audible groan to drum in his mouth, he lazily approached the door to his room, ready to throw himself on to his bed after a long, tiring day. (of course, not before completing his nightly routine.)

to his surprise, there was a familiar figure sitting with their back against his door. it caught him off-guard at first, but upon further inspection, he realised the sight was more confusing rather than dangerous.

“(y/n)?” he kneeled down, gently poking your shoulder, figuring that you were asleep by both your unresponsiveness and your faint snores. “why are you outside my dorm?”

no reply.

he noticed a small light glowing beside you and craned his neck to get a closer look. eyes meeting the source of the lustre, the corners of his lips pulled into a small smile; next to you there sat a cupcake with a lit candle forced through it. The icing was blue, just as you promised, and beneath it lay a card which iida took the initiative of reading.

“happy birthday, class representative!!! thank you so much for being an awesome leader and a friend to all!!! i hope you get what you wish for. from, (y/n) <3″

oh, his birthday; he had almost forgot. glancing down at his watch, he noticed that the clock had only just struck twelve, meaning that you probably fell asleep while waiting to be the first one to wish him happy birthday. just the thought of you doing something like that for him caused the tips of his ears to heat up slightly.

on the front, there was a collage of many pictures mostly of him, some less flattering than others. but he much preferred the back, where there was a much smaller picture of the two of you on a roller-coaster together when you convinced him into riding with you by saying you were too scared to go on by yourself (which you later revealed was just a ploy). you looked ethereal while he looked utterly terrified, and his hair was a mess. the caption read:

“maybe wish for a new hair gel ;)”

wow, even while asleep you somehow managed to find a way to flame him. rolling his eyes, he reached over and gently picked up the cupcake, bringing it close to his lips before closing his eyes, trying to come up with something to wish for, as per your request.

however, his mind was a void. all he could think of was the tasks he had to do tomorrow, his worries and how peaceful you looked. why couldn’t you have wished him happy birthday at a normal time in the day? at least then his thoughts might’ve been intelligible.

“what are you going to wish for?” he heard a whisper from beside him, right at his ear, and he turned to look at your weary face; hooded eyes only just staying open to innocently gaze up at him, admiring the reflection of the flame in the lenses of his glasses.

“i’m unsure. what do you think i should wish for?” he replied in the softest voice he could force.

you motioned to the back of the card with a goofy — but wobbly — grin, before relaxing your neck and allowing your head to rest on his broad shoulder, “new hair gel. but what do you really want?”

“to stay here forever.”

the way he didn’t miss a beat caused you to giggle; especially since it was coming from someone as austere as iida, who you thought relished in sticking to a tight, strict schedule. “to stay where? in U.A.?”

iida blinked twice at your response, jerking out of his daze and becoming acutely aware of his previous statement. obviously he couldn’t disclose that he wanted to chill in the hallways with you forever, so instead he spluttered, “uh, yeah.”

“then wish for that.” you replied, already dozing off with all your weight resting on iida’s arm, not that he noticed. his eyes flickered between the light and your soft features pressed against shoulder, and his cheeks felt sore, he hadn’t smile this much in so long.

“(y/n)?”

“shh.” you momentarily silenced him by waving a finger over his lips, “i’m asleep.”

“apologies.” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, offering you the cupcake as he did so, “but would you like my wish? i can’t think of anything.”

“it’s not my birthday, so it doesn’t count.” you grumbled, pushing the cupcake — and hence the glare — away from yourself. “but if you want, you can make a wish for me.”

“of course, whatever you’d like.” he replied without a shred of hesitancy, readying the candle by his lips.

you pried your eyes open slightly to gaze at the cupcake, watching as the dying flame began to flicker desperately, “i wish that this one guy could know how much i love him.” you hid behind his shoulders, trying to conceal your embarrassment for your sappy wish.

“that’s charming. what’s his name?” he hummed, immediately regretting how intrusive and rude his inquiry sounded as soon as it rolled off his tongue.

“iida.”

“oh.” he paled, heart rate increasing in his chest as he—

“tensei.” you continued, clicking your tongue while leaning forward to blow out the candle before being swatted away by tenya, who put out the flame in the process.

“not funny!” he announced sternly yet laughed in unison with you as the fight for the cupcake raged on.

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Last one I promise to stop bothering you ahhhhh . Can we plz get a Iida Tenya (pro hero age) smut (I love this guy) like maybe you reader catching him jerking off can you imagine prim and proper tenya doing dirty things? And things get crazy after:) thank you for listening to the rambles of a crazy woman

Your wish is my command

We all know Iida has a big dick right?

And yes i looked up black hairstyles cause i just started doing my own hair leave me alone 🤚🏿

Dubious Consent, blackmail, squirting

Working for the Iida family was honest but harsh work. They strived for professionalism and didn’t allow mistakes, no matter how small. With each member holding a leading title in almost every section of Japan, it was a no-brainer that you would choose to work with them. The only problem was, your socially oblivious boss.

One would think that as the new Ingenium’s sidekick, you would have an insider’s look into his personality and lifestyle, but that was farthest from the truth. For the 2 years that you’ve worked alongside him, you had been kept at a distance and forced mainly to handle the paperwork.

According to him, until he was sure you could handle yourself on the field, you needed to stay away from danger. In hindsight, you would have understood that choice and would have been completely fine with it. However the fact you couldn't m could never learn to handle yourself in the feels if you were never allowed on the feels was a glowing contradiction

Spending time with your boss was informative yet draining. He always set an example of a good business deal and would always explain things you didn’t understand.

The downside however, was his obsession with the non-existent dress code. Since you don’t do any outside work lately, you never put on your hero costume. So i you were always dressed in normal clothes, and every last one of them he had something to critique about.

“Here’s your coffee Mr. Iida.” The bluenette man hummed his appreciation and you turn to sit back at your corner desk.“Miss L/n….”

You tense, preparing yourself as the sound of his chair scraping against the hardwood floors announced his incoming presence. His heavy footsteps loomed closer until he stopped just barely behind you.

Your legs are kicked apart and you find your boss kneeling below you with a measuring tape. “I am appalled, your skirt is 4 centimeters away from the recommended 5 inches above the knee, we do not run a brothel here, please respect the code Miss L/n!”

You sighed, it was best to just go along with his antics. “Yes, Mr. Iida, I’m sorry for my ignorance.” As you bowed you faintly heard a small choking sound and Iida’s hands grabbed your shoulders to raise you back up. “I’ll have none of that bowing, it was a simple mistake.” He pushed up his glasses before stiffly walking back to his desk.

When he came back into view, his face was slightly flushed from what you assumed to be the heat, “I am printing something in the room below, do you mind getting it for me?” You nod and headed out the door. It may have been your imagination but you could have sworn you heard a faint curse word coming from your boss’s mouth.

Reaching the lower room was quick and effortless so you sat and waited for the presumed paperwork Iida was printing. Many of your coworkers passed you with pitying looks that you did your best to ignore. You knew that this life was not one strived for by an aspiring hero but you couldn’t just up and leave.

Your head began to itch slightly. Why is it taking so long to print? While you pondered the situation, you watched a short woman walk up to the copy machine and begin copying her own set of work. You felt your eye twitch, there wasn’t anything even programmed to print.

You stood up and quickly made your way back to your office. Stepping inside, you look blandly at your enclosed room. The memory of your boss's large windowed room flashes through your mind and you decide to work out there instead.

As you walked to the door that connected your office to his, you tilt your head curiously as a loud muffled growl comes from inside. "F-Fuck yes, suck that cock!"

His voice was guttural, and the words were something you would never dream of him saying. But what stuck out to you more was where it was all happening. I know this man ain't screwing at work!!

Without thinking you barge into the room and your jaw drops at the sight.

Sitting in your chair, was your boss, Tenya Iida. His hair was disheveled and his suit was reduced to nothing but his white shirt and open slacks. He was flushed from the neck up and sweat had accumulated in his brow.

Held tightly in his right hand was his dick and it was just as dodged as him. It was also bigger than you imagined

….not that you even imagined it in the first place.

Angry blue eyes dart up to look at you through low hanging bangs and you realised you had been staring. "This is uh… Sorry!" You internally cringe at the fact you stuttered.

As you turn around to leave, you are restricted by Iida's voice. "Stop." Almost as if in a horror movie, you turn back to him slowly and it takes all your willpower not to look down as he had shamefully left his manhood out.

You press yourself against the door as you watched Iida remove his glasses and place them on your desk. "It's rude not to knock Miss L/n." You swallow shallowly when he raises a finger to motion you forward and for a moment you lose all rational as you soon found yourself standing in front of him.

His legs were spread wide open and his dick looked like it was ready to bust any moment. The tip had become an even darker red hue, contrasting ironically with the trimmed layer of dark blue curls nestled at the base.

Despite the situation, the man before you sat looking rather relaxed. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and you caught sight of swirling tattoo sleeves wrapping around each bicep. "Come closer Y/n, I promise not to bite very hard."

He had never used your first name before and that seemed to compel you to move closer, allowing him to use your wrist to place you in-between his legs. "There is a very important rule that I have yet to teach you in the world of business."

The trained look he had focused on you left no room for argument as one of his large hands easily wrapped around your upper thigh. A shiver runs up your spine as his thumb strokes your skin slightly under your skirt. "When one has even an ounce of blackmail against you…"

Iida grabs the front of your blouse and uses it as leverage to tug you to the ground. Down there, fingers gingerly comb through your freshly dyed Nubian Twists, "... you need to blackmail them as well, fair trade and all that."

The grip in your scalp tightens and you feel your eyes slightly water at the sharp sting. The other hand still holding his cock, positions it towards your full lips as a silent order. Salty precum covers your mouth and your tongue darts out to lick it off. The sight was porn worthy.

Before you got too carried away, you decided to see how far you could push him. You bring your hands to softly wrap around his member as you gauged his response. "If I agree to this arrangement, what will I get in return?"

Iida sighed as you licked his dick starting from the balls to just below the top, "What do you want, a raise?" You shake your head and kiss a thick vein traveling along his shaft. "I want to work out there, as your official sidekick."

You could tell his patience was running thin as his hips twitched so you wrapped your mouth around the top, pressing the flat of your tongue against the slit. Iida looked down at you, teeth nibbling roughly on his bottom lip. "Why...ah~ why should I let you work anywhere near me after this!?"

In a bout of anger, you accidently let your teeth drag down the sensitive skin. Iida's eyes roll to the back of his head in such a way that you couldn't pinpoint it as a result of pain or pleasure. "I can easily report your victimizing and unprofessional behavior to HR."

Iida's eyebrows furrowed and he yanked you off of his cock. You stand up shakily before being slammed against his glass table. "You got a lot of nerve, making demands yet you're the reason I was being so unprofessional."

Iida slides down to his knees and raises your skirt over your plump ass. You internally groan as you remember the matching baby blue lingerie you were wearing, that was not going to help your case. Iida slaps your right asscheek nice and hard making you moan softly. "Who is this for?"

You decide to play into it, you sway your hips a little and stick your butt out closer to his face. "It's for me, myself, and I." Iida pulls at your panty strap before letting it snap back. You had to admit it stung. Giving attention to your other cheek, a tan hand takes hold of it and squeezes hard.

"And if I let you work with me, what is my reward?" Iida uses his teeth to pull the fabric of your underwear away from your hidden prize. You hummed as if in thought, "Good karma?"

Lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, "Sorry that's not good enough for me." You grind back on his face and relax on his table more. His hot tongue massaged and prodded your lips and clit, but never got close to being inside of you.

"Working as a pro hero is karma filling in itself, but it is stressful. Not enough time for personal focus."

Iida sucked on two of his fingers before siding them up and down your slit, taking extra time to teasingly delve past your opening before retreating just as fast. You groan, "What do you want me to do, suck your dick under the table on weekends?!"

Iida hums as he joins his mouth along with his fingers. You sigh as his large middle finger finally breaches you and sends soothing sparks throughout your body as it rubs against your walls. The combined stimulation of his hot tongue against your clit, and his even warmer fingers barely grazing against your g-spot had you in pure ecstasy.

"As convenient as that sounds, if someone were to find out we'd be in a lot of trouble." At this point you're bouncing back on his fingers giving Iida a show as your pussy squelches around his fingers. Your mouth hands open in soft pants, fogging up the clear glass below you.

Iida stand up as he continues to finger fuck you in the same rythm as he pumps his cock. "How about dinner and we see how that goes? Let's be professional." You side your clenched fists down your sides as Iida removes his fingers and replaces them with his dick.

You wait in anticipation for him to fuck you but he stands completely still, and you then realise that he was waiting for an answer. "You don't think it's a little too late, dinner comes first you know?!"

As much as Iida loved your banter, his dick was so fucking hard that your joke only agitated him.

Leaning over you, he places one hand on the glass table while the other takes hold of your hair, jerking it back. You hiss as your scalp burns for a moment, but that small pain was replaced with a greater one as teeth sank into your shoulder. "If your going to be sidekick material, that attitude is going to have to be worked on now stop testing me before I fuck it out of you."

You roll your eyes and grind down on his dick making him moan, "Fine sergeant dick, I'll be your little trophy wife, in return let me work for once, I didn't go to school for nothing damnit."

Your hair is released so much quicker than you expected that you almost hit your head on the table. Iida chuckles darkly, "Wife? Trophy slut would be a better word for it." Another harsh smack was delivered to your burning bottom, but he was satisfied after long last.

His hips finally press firmly against you as the full length of him is accepted with your pulsating core.You try to talk through the discomfort, "My ring better be huge after this."

Iida laughed sympathetically as he kissed the dark bruise forming from where he bit you. "The biggest money can buy."

The stretch began to feel pleasurable as his thrusts got faster. As a result of course you could feel yourself getting louder as well. "Faster!" Iida grunted as he held your waist to balance himself. Underneath the sound of the wobbling desk, your low groans are heard as the slapping of skin soon becomes more incessant.

"I've been waiting to fuck this lewd bottom for months! Parading around in all them damn form during outfits!"

The feeling of your bosses cock pumping in and out of you was overwhelming as he was ruthless when it came to chasing his own pleasure. Your legs trembled themselves closed, as you received another harsh slap to your ass. By the time this was over, you were sure you were going to be unable to sit.

On the other end, Iida was deeply pleasured by the sight of your ebony skin shaking from the force of each thrust. That's why it was unsurprising when a high pitched moan that most definitely wasn't yours fills the room.

"Ah, yes, I'm going to cum so deep inside of you, I can right? Pretty please!?" The man was practically whimpering as his cock twitched inside of you. If you were honest, you couldn't even answer as you feel his cum fill your insides. Even so, you felt your toes curl as he kept going.

"Come for me Miss L/n!" The shakiness that seeped from his voice as he fucked himself into an overstimulated mess was adorably pathetic. You do your best to reach in between your legs and stimulate your clit.

As you get closer, your cute hole tightens like a vice around Iida's cock and he finds himself coming again in quick spurts just like before. He was unable to take anymore stimulation and weakly pulled out of you before pumping the fingers in your wet heat. "Come on, cum on my fingers Miss. L/n."

You while loudly as you rub your clit faster and like a large wave, an orgasm crashes down on your body making s clear liquid spew from your cunt, wetting the floor.

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