#The Three Dumbigos Included

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Redamancy: A Mighty Valentine's Day

Part of @prominencesmashers Valentine's gift exchange! @actuallysaiyan was my valentine! I hope it fills your heart with so much joy!

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Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Smol Might, Small Might, Reader, All Might-centric, Fluff, A Little Angst, And Everything in Between!, Nemuri Kayama Mentioned, Shouta Aizawa, Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Thirteen Mentioned, All Might x Reader, Present Mic x Thirteen, The Three Dumbigos Included, Toshinori is Bad at Feelings, 5 + 1 fic, The five times Toshinori tried to confess his feelings to you, + the 1 time he succeeded, Gift Fic, Prominence Smash Valentine's Day

Word Count: 4,200 words

Summary: Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and Toshinori wants to admit his feelings for you before it's too late! Though he's got the spirit, he'll quickly learn that life knows how to throw some unexpected curveballs. Does that stop the Symbol of Peace? Absolutely not. OR The 5 times Toshinori tries to confess his feelings to you, and the one time he succeeds.

Author's Note: I've given the reader the name "Yin" (for, Your Name) and "Lyn" (for, Last Name) because I think it looks better than writing "Y/N," "L/N," "Name," or any other alternatives.

Attempt No. 1

All Might can do anything.

No matter how dire the situation, no matter how impossible the odds, no matter how strong his opponent, All Might perseveres and always comes out on top with a mighty fist raised high. 

Toshinori, on the other hand, is beside himself trying to wrangle the tangled knot of feelings in his chest. Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and he’s determined to ask you out before Snipe tries pulling out his rugged cowboy charms on you.

Considering he has zero experience with women and little to go off of aside from Midnight’s salacious soliloquies, he opts for a more classical option: flowers – which is why he’s currently thumbing through a bouquet catalogue with the local florist.

“And you said this one will be sure to catch her attention?” He points in the catalogue at a colorful arrangement themed with red, white, and pink flowers. 

“Oh, certainly!” The lady beams as she ties a bow around the stems of another bundle. “She’ll know what you’re trying to say for sure. This bouquet is well known in this area as the Matchmaker.”

“It is? Perfect! I’ll take these then.”

. . . . .

Toshinori sets up a time for the two of you to meet in the park as the venue for his timely confession. The wait for the bouquet isn’t bad, but actually having it in his hands prompts the Symbol of Peace to start pacing. Over and over he runs through what he’ll say, fumbling over his words even as he mutters them to himself. After a few moments, however, he’s worried he’ll ruin the bouquet and takes deep, cleansing breaths to center himself and pause.

Just be honest, like Aizawa said.

By the time he makes it to the meeting place in the park, he’s at his wit’s end. Facing villains suddenly seems much easier than this.

“Hello, my dear.” He plasters on a smile as his hands shake around the bundle of flowers behind his back. “I’m glad we could meet today.”

“Toshinori! I’m glad, too! It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper hang out.” The way your face lights up erases every single thought and essay he’d prepared this morning and the night prior. “What’s that you’ve got behind you? Is it a present for me?”

“Yes! W-Well, it’s nothing much. Just–”

BOOM!

An explosion rattles the ground beneath you both and screams in the distance send All Might on autopilot. If only he could think to hand you the damn bouquet in the meantime. 

But no. Instead, his fist tightens around it as he turns to you with frantic, blue eyes.

“Don’t move! Stay safe right here and I’ll go check it out!” He instructs.

The flowers disintegrate the moment he zooms in the direction of the blast, two blocks over. With a growl, he leaves them crumpled in the nearest blue bin as he sets his sights on the large bank robber sporting a hockey mask and massive paws. 

“You look like you could use a full serving of justice !” All Might laughs, whizzing over to the bank thief in record time, hoisting him up by the collar.

“A-All Might?! What are you doing in this district?!” The man squirms in the No. 1 hero’s grasp.

“My ears are always alert to the sound of villainy, no matter the distance!”

The bank robber is quickly subdued, as well as his lackeys trickling out of the bank behind him. By the time the cops arrive, a large group of grateful bank tellers and gawking civilians gather to watch their Symbol of Peace usher the culprits into the back of a police cruiser.

“Your finances are secure now…because I am here !” He grins wide while sporting a thumbs up.

When the cameras begin flashing, All Might knows he has to make a quick escape if he wants to conserve energy. “Thank you all for your continued support!”

In a flurry of wind, he jumps up to find the park again and stares at his empty palm. Damn. So much for the bouquet. His eyes land on the park and he drifts closer to the ground when another scream fills his ears.

“HELP!” A voice shrieks another block over. “Somebody help me!” 

Adjusting his course, All Might lands behind the offender, eyes glistening with determination and exuding a blue aura of menace as his feet stomp against the asphalt.

“Taking what doesn’t belong to you, hm? Looks like someone failed to teach you boundaries!” All Might’s dark smile paralyzes the fiend holding a stolen purse.

“All Might!” The victim chokes on a sob. “Thank you, oh, thank you!”

“Have no fear, ma’am. For I am here !” 

. . . . .

One hour turned to two until All Might’s watch flashes 12:00. He groans when he makes it back to the park and sees you’ve already left. To top things off, he’s used all but one hour of his energy, so he finds an alleyway to transform back to normal in a puff of steam. Shit.

He opts to walk home, having nothing else on the docket for the day and needing a much needed nap. On his way, he pulls out his cellphone.

I’m so sorry, Yin. Can we reschedule another meeting time and place? He sends the message all while kicking himself for the missed opportunity.

But what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just leave others in harm’s way for a date. What might have happened if I hadn’t intervened? His mind wanders and worries until your text tone jingles in his ear.

Of course! I understand, Toshi. I had a meeting at noon, or I would have kept waiting for you. So don’t worry!

Toshinori sighs, both reassured and deflated at the sight of your message.

I’ll just have to set up another meeting and try to tell her again.

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Attempt No. 2

“You’re trying to confess to Lyn?” Hizashi doesn’t know ‘quiet.’ He simply can’t help himself as he walks with Toshinori to the nearest arcade and whoops, “My MAAANN!”

“Shh! She’ll hear you!” Toshinori hisses, eying the arcade and feeling his ears ring. “Is there a subtle way I can let her know how I feel?”

“You’re talking to the King of Courting himself, Mr. Yagi!” Hizashi laughs. “But in all seriousness, it’s all about being honest and poetic. Her eyes aren’t just beautiful, they’re…” Hizashi gestures for Toshinori to complete the phrase.

“...exquisite?” Toshinori rubs the back of his neck.

“No! Well, yes, but you’ve gotta dig deep, man! Her eyes aren’t just beautiful, they sparkle like a million stars! Her smile isn’t just radiant, it…”

“...puts the sun to shame?”

“Now you’re getting it!” Hizashi exclaims as they step into the glowing arcade. “Good luck, good buddy! Just speak from the heart.”

With a clap on Toshinori’s shoulder, Hizashi disappears towards a group that is unmistakably Aizawa, Kayama, and Shirakumo. Now, Toshinori is left to find you himself, so he takes a deep breath as his eyes skim the many different game systems while brainstorming different compliments to give you.

As soon as his eyes find you, however, all flirtatious comments vaporize from his mind. Not one coherent thought remains when you turn to him with a wide grin sporting an All Might dress completed with white leggings.

Ten silent seconds pass by, and then your cheeks turn rosy while he stands ogling like an oaf.

“I’m sorry. Is this too weird to you? I almost talked myself out of wearing it. I figured it was too weird or fangirly, but I’d been hoping it seemed more appreciative…”

“No, no! You look amazing! It looks better on you than it does on me!” Toshinori blurts, his own face exploding in shades of red. “N-Not that I’d wear that…I meant my colors…or um, ah. I-I just didn’t expect it to look so perfect on you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous now.” You snicker, finding him endearing. “Come on. Let’s go see if anyone has beaten our high score on Galaga.”

The bells and whistles of pinball machines mingle with speaker sounds of gunfire, space blasters, and racecars screeching around a pixelated track. As it turns out, you reach Galaga and a new set of initials sits at the top of the leaderboard.

“Oh, no way! This means war!” You pretend to roll up your sleeves before pulling back your hair and grinning up at Toshinori. “We’ll reclaim the title!”

“With your spirit and determination? It is impossible to lose!”

. . . . .

You’re far too gracious, in Toshinori’s opinion, when you type his initials as the “New High Score!” icon flashes celebratory gold. Even though he urges you to take credit where it’s due – he didn’t even touch the console! – you dismiss him with a wave and nudge his shoulder.

“What’s important is that we have fun together.” You laugh, leaning your head on his arm and looking up at him with wide, dazzling eyes. “Don’t you agree?”

Toshinori can’t possibly refute it. Just your expression alone clasps his heart in an iron-grip. He knows in that moment he would do anything for you; you make Toshinori feel just as valuable as All Might. 

Like he could do anything no matter how dire the situation, no matter how impossible the odds, no matter how strong his opponent.

You make him feel like living .

This is the moment. He’s sure of it.

“Yin,” He begins, clearing his throat. “Do you think maybe we could–”

“Oh my gosh, Yin! Hey!” A girlish voice screeches and suddenly he’s torn apart from you. 

The moment fades as a sinking feeling is ushered into his gut. Of course, he delights in seeing you so happy reuniting with some old friends, but he can’t help but believe he’s missed his chance. One glance around the arcade shows him an entire dating pool entirely in your league and out of his. Could you possibly even want him? 

“Toshi?” Your voice breaks through his spiraling internal monologue.

“Hm?”

“You don’t mind if I hang out with them for a bit, right? You can tag along if you’d like. It’s just been so long since I’ve seen them.” You reach across and squeeze his hand.

“You go have fun.” He chuckles, taking your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I have matters to attend to anyway, so it all works out. Be safe, wherever you decide to go.”

“Thank you.” You surprise him by rushing into his side for a swift hug. He can only stand there, semi-startled as he blinks and you pull back. “Text me if you need anything.”

“Likewise.”

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Attempt No. 3

When you invite Toshinori out for a picnic three days later, he’s determined to suppress his feelings after two bitter failures. Or perhaps just letting his emotions bubble up to the surface naturally will yield better results than his previous two attempts?

That doesn’t mean Toshinori slacks in putting together his appearance, however. Normally wily locks of blonde hair have been tamed flat against his temple, complimented by a silky yellow button-up that accentuates his lanky frame. Pressed brown trousers lead into sleek dark loafers.

With one final look in the mirror and a glance at his watch, Toshinori hops up and down a few times to hype himself up before grabbing his phone, his keys, and starting a brisk jog to the beach. Come on. You’re the Symbol of Peace! You can have a cordial picnic with the woman you secretly adore.

Your blanket and large beach umbrella is impossible to miss on the searing sand. You’ve set up a dark wicker basket on a plaid blanket as you lay back in a lounge chair to soak up the sun. When you hear Toshinori approach, you crack open an eyelid with a shit-eating grin.

“Toshinori, you will never guess what I learned yesterday.”

Something about the way you’re looking at him prompts him to loosen another button on his shirt – or maybe he’s just winded from the jog over. 

“What’s that?”

You pull out a folder and open it, revealing a weathered news article with a picture of All Might face-planting into the streets of Shibuya. Immediately, Toshinori grimaces at the memory and turns to look at the ocean instead.

With a hefty sigh he grunts, “Okay, you’ve got your blackmail, what do you want?”

Laughter bubbles from your chest and you fall back against the lounge chair, pulling your sun hat over your face to muffle the snorting that follows.

“I don’t want anything!” You cackle. “I just thought it was funny! You’re always portrayed as this big hero who never misses a beat, never trips over his own feet; it’s nice to appreciate your humanity every now and then. I think it’s endearing. It makes you more approachable.”

“I’m not sure eating pavement would qualify as approachable.” Toshinori scoffs, taking a bite of strawberry as you both enjoy each other’s company.

“You don’t know that. Maybe someone with a really weird quirk out there has this very news clipping taped up in their room!” You taunt, ruffling his neat and tidy hair.

“Hey!”

“What? It’s too flat. I prefer it more when it’s a fluffy mess.” You shrug.

“I…wait, really?” He pats his hair and combs four large fingers through the wispy strands. “I didn’t know. I thought maybe I’d try to tame it since we were having a nice picnic – it seemed a formal enough occasion to me.”

“Toshi, I’ve seen you hold press conferences with a messier style.”

“Yes, but…I don’t know! I just wanted to see if maybe you’d like it better flattened down.” He grants you a smile. “But I’m glad you like it messy. It was starting to get suffocating.”

“No need to act out of your comfort zone for my sake.” You giggle, setting your chin on your palm as you smirk at him. “Though I’m flattered you did all of that for me.”

Toshinori meets your eyes and he wonders if he should seize this opportunity. This time, he just manages to open up his mouth when a gust of wind sends your hat flying across the beach and soaring towards the crashing waves.

“Ah! My hat!” You lurch up to run after it with Toshinori quickly taking point beside you.

Sand showers between the two of you as the hat glides and flutters on a different course every few seconds, always a fingertip away from your grasp. Toshinori nearly secures the prize when he trips and, in a fit of irony, lands face first in the sand.

He lifts his head, sputtering and spitting out grains of sand as you fall back, hat in hand, howling and holding your sides as you’re overcome with mirth. Once you calm down, belly still shaking with aftershocks of giggles, you help him blow out the remaining debris in his eyes.

“Thank you.” He exhales, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all while he dries his eyes on his shirt. “We speak of this to no one.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m keeping this experience all to myself.”

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Attempt No. 4

One week remains until Valentine’s, and Toshinori knows that if he wants to stand a chance in hell at getting heartfelt chocolates from you, he needs to step up his game. He’s tried flowers, he’s tried flirting, he’s tried a friendly outing on the beach, and now he’s got to resort back to basics again: dinner.

He follows the proper procedure, toeing the line between continued friendship and secret admirer as he holds your chair out for you and tells you how radiant you look this evening. 

“You’re a lifesaver, Toshi. This week has been insane and I need a good meal.”

Once he pushes your seat in, you roll your neck around and allow your muscles to relax and settle. The way your shoulders slump and your face smooths out leaves no question in Toshinori’s mind that tonight is the right decision.

“I’m glad to be of assistance. You’ve been looking overworked.” He admits, sipping from his water glass before the waiter comes to take his order. “Is there anything specific that’s been weighing on you? I-If you feel comfortable sharing, of course.”

You don’t miss a beat.

“Ugh, it’s just the kids have been crazy , lately. I swear there’s a full moon on the horizon.” You lean forward on the table as you invest yourself in the conversation. “Most of them are starting to understand press conference etiquette and I can see their progress. It’s just, I think they know the break is coming up and it doesn’t help that I’m at my wit’s end and getting burnt out.” 

Both of you pause as the waiter sets your orders in front of you. Toshinori waits for you to continue, except you’ve already dug into your meal. He chuckles when your eyes roll around in your head.

“I’m glad you like it. This place has udon that’s out of this world.”

“If I weren’t already so emotionally pent up, I would cry.” You admit between bites. 

Enraptured by your every word – and thoroughly impressed with his food – Toshinori sits across from you for an agreeable meal, offering himself as your ranting soundboard since you seem to need the release. Once he’s paid after dessert, the two of you stroll arm in arm towards your apartment. 

“I hope I didn’t steal the spotlight this evening.” Your hair curtains your blushing cheeks as you stare at your feet. “I didn’t intend to go on a whole tirade. You know you’re allowed to do the same thing with me, right?”

“Of course. My week has been amiable, and this week you needed me. So, I’m more than happy to be a safe place for you to fall.” He stretches a hand out to rest at your back, but clenches his fist as he thinks better of it and never makes contact. He stops outside your door while you fumble with your keys. “Have a good night, Yin. I,”  adore everything about you “hope you rest well and feel refreshed in the morning.”

As your gazes finally meet, unspoken tension crackles in the air. You rock forward on your toes and part your lips. Toshinori’s lashes flutter and cranes his neck toward you. Then, you tuck under his arm and squeeze him in a hug instead.

“Thanks for everything, Toshinori. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Attempt No. 5

Empty cupboards and a scarcely filled fridge convince Toshinori to make a grocery trip after a fruitless search for eggs. The removal of the majority of his stomach might have shrunk his appetite, but didn’t erase it. He’s scouring the aisles when a flash of orange blossoms in his peripheral vision.

He lays eyes on a cute Valentine’s bear that he tosses into his basket without hesitation.

Hey, Yin! I was in town and figured I’d swing by, if that’s okay? I found something that made me think of you and I’d like to drop it off. Toshinori uses his white tee to clear the smudge from his screen as the grocery bags rattle on his arm.

Now free from the stuffy atmosphere in the store, he glides through the streets of Japan, bobbing and weaving through the clogged crowds in a race to reach your apartment. He’s just outside the door when your text tone chirps in his ear.

Hey, Toshi. I hate to tell you this, but I’m sick. Feel free to stop by if you’d like, but I don’t want you getting sick, too. Thank you so much for thinking of me!

Could this be it? His perfect chance to take care of you and demonstrate his affections, served up to him on a silver platter? Toshinori can hardly believe it, but he knocks on your door and steps inside anyway when you bid him to come in.

The pitiful display in front of him tugs at his heart, and he finds himself on autopilot when he sets down his grocery bags and strides over to press his palm to your forehead as you lay buried underneath a mountain of blankets on the sofa.

“You’re hot. Have you taken a fever reducer?” He chides, combing back a sweaty lock of hair. 

“Yeah, just a minute ago.” You reassure him, caressing his hand while leaning into his palm. “Don’t stay long if you don’t have to, Toshi, I can take care of myself. I don’t want to make you sick.” 

“Nonsense. I’ll be fine. I want to make sure you’re taken care of.” He tuts, shaking his head before remembering why he initially came in the first place. “Oh! That’s right, I’ve got something for you.”

He pulls out the orange bear with hearts sewn into his feet and a larger, matching heart tattooed into his tummy. The large golden text on his belly declares, “FUR-EVER YOURS.”

“Aww, Toshi! You didn’t have to do that.” You squeal, forgetting yourself for a moment and coughing so hard your chest aches. “Sorry about that. I love him. I’ll let you know what I name him when I’m coherent enough to give him a proper name.”

“I’m glad you like him!” Toshinori perks up, heading into your kitchen to search for tea-making equipment. “Would you like me to make you some tea for that cough?”

“That would be heavenly.”

You’re nearly fading when he returns with a steaming mug of ginger tea, complete with honey and lemon to help your, presumably, sore throat. Though your eyes fight to stay open, you have no problem taking the mug and setting it on the side table nearby.

“Thank you so much. I can’t stress enough how lucky I am to have you.” You sigh, readjusting your head against the pillows and succumbing to the heavy weight of your eyelids. “Lock the door behind you when you go, ‘kay?”

“I will.” He promises.

In another breath, you’re snoring, and since you appear fully submerged in your dreamland, he risks a kiss to your forehead before he leaves.

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Attempt No. 6

Over the course of the month, it’s become obvious to you that Toshinori is interested in you. Well, at least, you think so. The bashful comments, attempted gifts, and overall pleasant moods and outings you’ve shared within these two weeks guide you to one, daunting and exhilarating conclusion: your affection for Toshinori seems like a mutual one.

So, with the might of a thousand suns and the determination of an Olympic gold medalist, you pour all of your efforts into making him one of the best, and only, heartfelt chocolates you’ve ever made. You try the recipe not once, not twice, but three times to make sure they’re as delectable as possible. 

By the time you make it to the staff room on Valentine’s Day, your stomach ties itself in knots as the limited number of females exchange their own chocolates. Recovery Girl has polite chocolate for everyone that’s wrapped in cute, pink little mesh bags. Thirteen offers some heartfelt chocolate to Present Mic with blushing cheeks over in the corner, while Midnight offers a small bag of cheese to Hound Dog. 

“You giving Toshinori some heartfelt chocolate, Lyn?” Aizawa asks and scares the shit out of you in the process.

“I’m…gonna try.” You hope you sound more confident than you feel.

“Good for you.” It’s as much encouragement as you’ll get from the erasure hero. “For what it’s worth, I’m hoping I’ll get some from the librarian.”

“Oh, really? How sweet!” You beam, before turning to find Toshinori. “I’m going to go find–eep!”

The tall behemoth in question stands in front of you, blonde hair wily and fluffy as always. A plot twist you hadn’t expected? In his hands, he holds his own package of chocolates.

“Yin,” He greets you. “I know it’s not traditional for the guy to give chocolates until next month but…” He extends the small package of chocolates with shaky fingers. “I hope you’ll accept this as an expression of my affections.”

You accept the package and exchange it for your own, wrapped in his signature colors. He takes it and your smile illuminates the room so much it could be a new point of orbit.

“I have some for you too, Toshinori. I wanted to make sure they were perfect for you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time, but it never felt like the right time.” You confess, looking away.

His large hand comes under your chin to make you look at his luminous eyes, blue and twinkling in the light from the window. 

“I guess the right time found us, then.” He laughs, glancing down at your lips and back up to your eyes. “May I?”

“Please.”

Your hand comes up to rest on his chest like it was always meant to be there. His thumb caresses your neck so tenderly, as though he’s done it a thousand times before. Electricity sparks between the two of you even before your lips ever touch, and the world falls away in a swirl of desire and unrestrained need. 

In the quiet sanctuary of Toshinori’s cubicle, after immense effort and copious failed attempts, you both indulge in the shared reward of a final, successful confession.

[neonscandal]

Random ask, if you sort your top fav characters from BNHA & JJK to Hogwarts houses, which houses will they be (in your opinion)? Why?

I spent an embarrassing amount of time looking for the artist I bought my "Dobby is a Free Elf, F*** TERFS" sticker from (still couldn't find them 😭). Before I jump in, just taking the time to remind readers that we can maintain a connection to media we grew up with but refrain from putting more money in the hands of a creator who actively preaches against and promotes messages that impede upon the freedoms and lives of our trans frans. 🏴‍☠️⚡️

I'll use the lineups from these last asks (because I flip flop, I just love so many of them, okay??).

MHA

Katsuki Bakugo - Slytherin. Slytherin like Draco Malfoy in the sense that he's outwardly and overly confident. But his predisposition for "darkness" scares and frustrates him because he just wants the same recognition of being a good wizard that Izuku gets.

Izuku Midoriya - Gryffindor with Ravenclaw underpinnings. Gryffindor is the one house where anyone can belong if you're only brave enough to ask and he'd totally make a scene muttering to himself under the sorting hat.

Shouta Aizawa - Ooof. This is hard because he has the outward disposition of Snape as a teacher but Aizawa is so soft at heart and incredibly logical. Of the Three Dumbigos, he would be in Ravenclaw. Bonus: Oboro would have been in Gryffindor and Yamada would have been in Hufflepuff.

Shoto Todoroki - Legacy Slytherin but sorted into Gryffindor much to Endeavor's chagrin (and likely to spite him).

Eijirou Kirishima - this is a hufflepuff. ✨

JJK

Nobara Kugisaki - This one was legitimately a head scratcher. She has her Hufflepuff moments from being so in sync with Yuji but I think Nobara's more Ravenclaw or Gryffindor leaning. Especially with that ego. Actually, yea, let's be for real, Nobara would want to be in the place where she can kick the most ass and not from an academic perspective. Gryffindor with Ravenclaw underpinnings though I'm open to hearing other people's takes on her situation.

Yuji Itadori - If he'd had any insight into the houses, any idea that there were such a thing as Gryffindor whose bravery was renowned, he probably would have had the sense of mind to end up there. But buddy boy was just so happy to be included having zero connection to the wizarding world that he rejoiced at his sorting in Hufflepuff. He's well received in their ranks and, of course, is not a stranger to students in other houses. I'm not saying the Sorting Hat didn't see obvious potential, though. If only he'd persisted to ask.

Megumi Fushiguro - Unbeknownst to him, the Zenin's are a legacy Slytherin family. He'd always heard the way Gojo had spoken about Slytherins and was annoyed at the possibility of ending up there (more than how much Gojo annoyed him) so, instead, the Sorting Hat saw fit to put him into Gryffindor after his imperceptible begging.

Kento Nanami - This man is a bored Ravenclaw. He gets through school, aces his OWLs and NEWTs and then becomes something boring in the muggle world because, while magic makes things convenient, the shenanigans and idiocy of his peers and upperclassmen encouraged the pursuit of a life of solitude to recover from the hijinks he suffered while in high school. He'd come back for the Battle of Hogwarts, though. That's a call he wouldn't be able to ignore.

Satoru Gojo - He thought himself smart enough to be in Ravenclaw 👀 but was ultimately damned by his legacy Slytherin family lineage. Dismayed by the Sorting Hat's deliberation, he felt there was more glory to be had in Gryffindor and changed the tide of the Gojo family with this subsequent desire. He had the time of his life. Never told Megumi about how long the Sorting Hat deliberated though... likely forgot, in fact, because once he belonged in Gryffindor, nothing else felt right. Bonus: Shoko was in Gryffindor as the actual Ravenclaw of the trio. Geto was in Gryffindor with Hufflepuff underpinnings. The hubris he developed by this association would still be his undoing and leave him vulnerable to manipulation.

[faulty-writes]

Warning: Mention of characters from Manga. 

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Student!Hizashi Yamada x Student!Reader

[ This is my third piece for the Hero Bingo event hosted by @bnhabookclub, the theme for this is Runaway Bride. I added a bit of a twist to it as opposed to what most would think a runaway bride plotline should be. Still I hope you enjoy. I love Hizashi Yamada! ] 

[ Most would think a U.A. student’s life revolves around training, work-studies, and internships. However, most don’t realize that while U.A. students may be the talk of the town. They can participate in normal student activities. Despite your dedication to the support course, you decide to audition for a play U.A. is putting on. However, your friend Hizashi Yamada seems to disapprove of your decision and when he finds out a wedding scene is to take place. He is determined to bend some rules to finally get you to understand how he feels about you. ] 

Hizashi smiled as he watched you laugh along with the group that consisted of himself, Shouta Aizawa, and Oboro Shirakumo. However, more often than not you weren’t included when the students of Class 2-A made fun of the three boys. Dumbigos seemed to be their favorite word to use when describing the trio, which you didn’t take too kindly to. It wasn’t unusual for students to have friends in different classes, in your case.

You were a member of the Support Course and happened to meet Hizashi that way. He had come into the Development Studio asking for some type of sound device that would direct his voice quirk more effectively, of course, you were more than happy to help and found the over-enthusiastic blond to be charming. It wasn’t soon after that, you noticed Hizashi would come to the Development Studio just to see you and try to strike up a conversation.

You had gotten introduced to his friends that way and before you knew it, the four of you were hanging out and occasionally making weekend plans with one another. Of course, Hizashi seemed to be the one most after your attention. You thought nothing of it seeing as Hizashi was quite unreadable but unknown to you. He held feelings for you, which had started when you began defending not only him but Shouta and Oboro as well.

You never seemed to like the way the other hero students treated your boys and though it was almost amusing watching you scream at the bullies. Part of Hizashi felt bad, if anyone tried anything to hurt you. More than likely he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. But luckily it never came to that, most would think that students in U.A. High were only dedicated to their department. However, that wasn’t the case.

U.A. also catered to various other aspects of High School life which included being a part of the school band, participating in after school activities, and putting on plays hosted by the drama club. Usually every High School had one major play they put on every year, though Hizashi never took part in such things. Acting wasn’t his strong point and he believed in being honest which often clashed with his acting ability as he hated things that made a mockery of true feelings. However, he wasn’t expecting you to actually want to audition for a part.

You had mentioned it during lunch as you sat against the wall with Shouta, Hizashi, and Oboro. “So, did you guys hear about the play U.A. is putting on?” Oboro smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically, “Yeah! I heard it’s supposed to be a really good one, what do you think Shouta?” he asked as he elbowed the grumpy boy who was only trying to finish his lunch and avoid conversation.

He let out a sigh and turned his attention to Oboro, “Who cares.” he said with a shrug. “It’s just some stupid play, nothing will come of it. I don’t know why Y/n is even mentioning it.” you frowned, Shouta was always such a stick in the mud. “I mentioned it because I’m thinking of auditioning for a part.” you said and gasped when Hizashi grabbed your shoulder. “Whaaaaaaat?!” he exclaimed, making you wince at the high volume of his voice.

You covered your ears and squirmed around to face him. “Don’t do that.” you scolded with a soft glare. “Oh uh...sorry.” he said as he rubbed the back of his head, “But ya caaaaaaaan’t audition!” he exclaimed once more and you held a finger up to your mouth. “Shhhh.” you hushed him, though you found his words confusing. You crossed your arms and looked at him suspiciously. “Why not?” you questioned, and Hizashi seemed a little nervous.

“Well...because…” he glanced away, trying to come up with a rational explanation. “Because?” you asked, trying to get him to speak. He shook his head, “Well, if you’re too busy practicing for the play. Ya won’t get to hang out with us as much!” he said, Shouta and Oboro looked at him just as equally as confused as you. Truth was, Hizashi didn’t want anything to take you away from him.

His personal feelings for acting and such might have something to do with it. Yet, Shouta and Oboro seemed to disagree with him. “Aw, come on Hizashi!” Oboro said before swallowing the food in his mouth, he’d always bring a bento box for lunch, and ironically, he’d always make a mess as well. There were small pieces of rice sticking to his mouth and cheeks, which in a way was almost cute.

But Shouta would always comment that Oboro was more like a toddler when he ate. “You have to let Y/n audition! We can always spend time together later.” he suggested, flashing a bright smile at Hizashi but Shouta huffed in response. “Stop making a big deal out of it Hizashi,” he said before he resumed eating.

“Three against one ain’t faaaaaaair!” Hizashi cried out before pouting, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his display. “I win,” you said before leaning close to him, “and I will audition, even if you don’t like it.” you said before standing on your feet, you brushed off the front of your uniform. “Better luck next time, I don’t know why you don’t try auditioning. You’d probably be good,” you said as you patted his shoulder.

“I’ll see you guys later, I want to get a headstart on my newest piece of equipment.” you waved Shouta and Oboro goodbye before leaving the cafeteria. Hizashi watched you leave with a pout and slumped against the wall, letting out a sigh. Oboro blinked at his friend’s odd behavior. “Is something wrong?” he questioned and Hizashi shrugged. Shouta rolled his eyes, “Do you really have to ask that?” he questioned, “It’s obvious what’s wrong.” Oboro still seemed lost.

“What do you mean?” he asked, though Shouta seemed more annoyed than usual. His eyebrow was twitching and his jaw was clenched. He was just trying to eat his lunch in peace. “Hizashi…” he said, effectively catching the boy’s attention. “Just tell them how you feel, it’s not that hard.” Hizashi jumped and glared at Shouta before pointing his finger at him.

“It is that haaaaaaaaaaaard! How do ya expect me to tell them!?” Shouta shrugged, not offering an answer while Oboro tapped his chin. “Well, I have an idea…” he said, though Hizashi and Shouta knew that Oboro’s ideas weren't the best. Hizashi was willing to listen anyway. “Okay, picture it!” Oboro began, holding his hands up in the air. “Dress up in your hero costume and buy a big bouquet of roses! Then you…” he trailed off when he noticed the look his friends were giving him.

“What?” he said before dropping his hands and Hizashi once more leaned against the wall, staring at the fellow students in the cafeteria. “How am I going to tell Y/n how I feel.” Hizashi whispered though he had enough confidence. Finding the courage to blurt out the words that sang from his heart was another obstacle entirely. Yet, his jealousy seemed to work against him a few days later when you told him you had gotten a lead role in the play.

You almost thought you had broken him with the expression he pulled, his jaw was dropped and his glasses were halfway down the bridge of his nose. His eyes were wide and it almost scared you, “Are you alright?” you asked, and Hizashi shook his head. “What did ya just say?!” he demanded, which made you jump. “Uh…” you pressed your hands to your chest, tilting your head. “I just said I auditioned for the play and I got a part!” you exclaimed happily, “It’s going to be amazing, there’s even a wedding scene!” Hizashi tried to push down the growl building in his throat.

“W-Wedding scene.” he repeated and you nodded, “Yeah, I mean there’s also a kissing scene but it’s nothing more than a peck on my groom’s lips. Well, I should say Sensoji's lips.” you replied and that growl finally escaped him. Sensoji was a student from Class 2-B and someone Hizashi tended to clash with. Just knowing your precious lips would be stolen away from that overgrown gorilla before he had a chance to taste them, made his jealousy rise. He clenched his fists and you took note of the awkward tension that was beginning to fill the air.

“Is something wrong Hizashi?” you questioned, taking note of the small trembles that began to course through his body. He clenched his jaw and looked toward the floor, “I-I’m fine. I have to go, I’ll catch ya later.” he said before quickly turning on his feet and running down the hallway. Ignoring your call, “Hizashi! Hizashi!” you stomped your foot, clearly confused. What the hell was his problem?

“Shouta!” the blond yelled as he approached the depressed-looking boy who was walking past the gates of U.A., Oboro right by his side. “Hm?” Both of them turned to look at Hizashi who scraped his shoes along the ground and caused dirt to fly up. “Guuuuuuuuys!” he cried out, causing Shouta to sigh and Oboro to raise his eyebrows in surprise. “Something wrong, Yamada?” he questioned as the boy caught his breath, nodding his head in response.

Shouta frowned, in all honesty, he just wanted to go home. But he was slightly curious as to what was bothering his friend, but he could guess just as easily. It was clear there was one thing on Hizashi’s mind lately, and his suspicions were only confirmed when the blond lifted his head and spoke. “It’s Y/n!” he exclaimed, pointing toward the U.A. building. “Huh? What about them, are they injured? Do they need help?” Oboro questioned and Hizashi shook his head. 

Shouta took a step forward and narrowed his eyes. “They told you about the play.” he stated, catching Hizashi off guard. “What…” Shouta and Oboro exchanged a look, “Opps uh well…” Oboro rubbed the back of his head before Shouta reached out and placed his hand on Hizashi’s shoulder. “Y/n already told us, I was hoping they wouldn’t find you but looks like they did,” he said before dropping his hand and Hizashi let out another growl.

He reached up to ruffle his hair, letting out a small burst of anger before he took a deep breath. “There’s a kissing scene!” he suddenly shouted, however, Shouta and Oboro seemed unphased by this as they were more than used to Hizashi’s loudness. Though the few students that were walking by jumped in surprise. Shouta raised his eyebrow and placed his hand on his hip. “So?” he questioned and Oboro shook his head.

“So?” he repeated before wrapping his arm around Shouta’s shoulders. The boy grunted in response, clearly annoyed as his friend pulled him close. “We have to prevent that kiss from happening!” he declared, throwing his fist into the air and Hizashi quickly followed. “YEEEEEEEEEAH!” he screamed yet again, Shouta groaned and Oboro released him before covering his ears.

“Keep it down,” Shouta warned before looking at Oboro who nodded in agreement. “Buuuuuuut,” he said, causing Shouta to almost cringe as he knew that Oboro was about to talk about yet another brilliant idea. “I have a solution! Remember my old idea?” he said, and Shouta rolled his eyes. “How is your old idea going to help?” he questioned but Hizashi held his hand up. “Now waaaaait a minute Shouta, I want to hear him out.” he said, and Oboro smirked in victory.

“Alright, you ready? This time you’re going to confess your feelings to Y/n and put a stop to that kiss in the process!” Hizashi smiled as he heard those words and nodded, “Let’s do it!” he declared enthusiastically as he folded his hands into fists, determined to finally tell you how he felt. Though he had to be careful not to give himself away and you began to grow concerned when he started avoiding you and a little suspicious when you saw him around the auditorium and during rehearsal.

It was even more concerning when you noticed that Shouta and Oboro were tagging along with him, what were they up to? You tried to ignore it and focused your attention on your role, though if you were being honest with yourself. You were a little nervous, you hadn’t expected to get a lead part when you auditioned. But at least Hizashi hadn’t complained, in fact, he hadn’t mentioned anything revolving the play since the day you told him you had gotten a part in it.

Strange. As opening day approached, you had tried to track down the trio. But it seemed the three dumbigos were nowhere to be found and in a way it upset you, one would think their closest friends would be there for them. Especially opening night of the play, maybe you misjudged them? But you didn’t need them if they were going to treat you this way.

Still, as the auditorium filled up, you couldn’t help but pull back the curtain and try to find their faces in the crowd. Unfortunately, it seemed they weren’t going to show up. Nemuri seemed to notice your odd behavior and walked up to you before the first act, “Y/n,” she said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. You jumped in surprise and turned to face her, “Hm?” she chuckled, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you darling. But you seem on edge, last minute jitterbugs?” she questioned and you frowned, should you tell her?

You weren’t sure, then again. You trusted Nemuri, even if she was a third year. You sigh and shrug your shoulders. “Hizashi isn’t here,” you began, “and neither are Shouta or Oboro. I haven’t seen any of them since I told them about this play in the first place!” you exclaimed as you stomped your foot, a small amount of anger filling you. “I mean...aren't they supposed to be here? Aren’t they supposed to support me? I...I don’t know what’s going on and all of them have been acting so strange lately I just…” you groaned and slapped your thighs.

Nemuri was a little surprised by your display, but she seemed to understand your dilemma and offered a smile. “I’m sure they’ll be here, you know those three. Especially Hizashi, he likes to make an entrance.” she explained as she placed her hand on her hip, you wanted to believe her and she did make sense. Those three boys left impressions everywhere they went.

“I…I guess.” you said before your sensei announced it was time for the first act and everyone needed to get into position. Nemuri smiled at you, “Good luck out there, break a leg.” she said with a wink and a soft blush came to your cheeks. “Uh, thank you.” Nemuri waved you goodbye as you ran off to take your position. Butterflies came as you watched the curtain go up, though you were a lead role. You couldn’t help but continue to glance over the crowd, praying that your friends would show up.

However, as the second, third, fourth, fifth act came. You had stopped searching as it was clear they weren’t going to show and honestly, it hurt. Your classmates noticed your sad expression, though none of them asked what was wrong and you couldn’t blame them. More than likely they were nervous about the outcome of the play and how it would improve or worsen U.A.’s reputation.

As the final scene approached, you felt a little awkward dressed as a bride. The white dress clashed with how your character was supposed to feel, how any bride was supposed to feel. Anger and sadness seemed to be swirling like a hurricane inside of you and maybe that was a good thing, as it numbed the butterflies that had bothered you at the start of the play.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder why your friends hadn’t shown up and hesitantly scanned over the crowd one last time as you walked onto the stage for the final scene. There were rose petals scattered across the floor and a few extras standing around, the scene was supposed to resemble a church in which your character was about to wed the love of their life. This also happened to be the kissing scene you weren’t exactly looking forward to, still given your sour mood you could care less. You walked onto the platform where Sensoji stood, he smirked as he saw you.

You cradled the fake bouquet of flowers to your chest, though this scene called for you to be cheerful. You just couldn’t bring yourself to smile, in fact in that moment. It almost seemed like you were standing on the stage by yourself, words became blurred as you got lost in your thoughts. “You may now kiss the bride.” That was your cue to complete the scene, but you were busy looking at the floor. Your expression blank and the extras on stage looked at one another.

“You may now kiss the bride.” the words were repeated and it wasn’t until one of your classmates nudged you that you snapped out of your thoughts. “Huh, what?” you questioned and realized your mistake, oh right. A fit of laughter came and you felt your cheeks heat up, damn it. You looked at Sensoji who seemed to be getting impatient, “Uh sorry.” you muttered before stepping closer and tried your best not to cringe when you felt him grab your arms gently and pull you close.

“Pucker up.” he said and though it disgusted you, it was part of the play. You swallowed and closed your eyes, leaning close. You could feel his hot breath against your mouth just before the lights went out. Several gasps filled the room and those on stage, including yourself, looked around confused. This wasn’t part of the play and you hissed as the stage light illuminated the entrance of the auditorium.

Your eyes widened as you saw Hizashi, dressed in leather from head to toe. However, you quickly realized it was his hero costume which raised another question, why was he wearing it? You turned on your feet, scanning the spotlight area and rolled your eyes when you saw Oboro perched next to the oversized light. Where was Shouta? Well, it didn’t matter.

It seems everyone else was at a loss and Hizashi smiled as he raised a microphone to his lips. “HEEEEEEEEY there listeners!!!!” he announced and you winced at the volume of his voice. He continued to smirk and raised his fist in the air, “I’m here to stop an INJUSTICE!!!” he exclaimed and your eyes widened. Confused looks were exchanged before Hizashi pointed to the stage and somehow you knew he was directing that finger at you.

“Y/N!!!!” he screamed and you felt embarrassed, especially as all eyes turned on you. Damn it, Hizashi. Your cheeks flushed and you glanced to the floor, a moment of silence came and Hizashi suddenly seemed nervous as his smile faded and his shoulders slumped. You slowly glanced up, was this why he hadn’t shown up? Was he just planning on doing this the whole time to ruin the play?

Shouta was perched down behind the last row of seats, acting as Hizashi’s support. “Hey…” he said, catching Hizashi’s attention. “Hm?” he responded before Shouta shook his head. “Stop letting your nerves get to you and just tell them how you feel already. I can’t believe you dragged me into this,” he said as he rolled his eyes and Hizashi almost wanted to growl but Shouta was right.

He needed to tell you this, even if this was the most extreme way to get his feelings across. He took a deep breath and turned his attention back on you, he felt his heart accelerate and brought the microphone to his lips once more. “Y/n, I can’t allow ya to kiss another man!” he shouted, and you looked at Sensoji who seemed to be fuming. His hands were curled into fists and you were a little afraid of what he’d do. But you focused your attention back to Hizashi. “Why…” you said before he took a step forward, “I love you!” your jaw dropped, did...you hear him correctly?

In the background, you could Oboro cheering. “Yeah! You finally did it Hizashi!” he said as the sound of his faint clapping filled the air and Shouta face palmed himself, Oboro normally brought unwanted attention to the three of them. You were still in disbelief and your feet seemed frozen to the stage, you placed your hand to your forehead. Maybe you fainted on stage and this was all a dream? Unfortunately, you knew the reality of the situation.

Hizashi, Shouta and Oboro were late because they had made up this whole scheme just so Hizashi could confess that he loved you? It was both creepy and yet somehow, touching. You took a step forward as Hizashi extended his hand, “I love you, Y/n! That’s why I cannot allow ya to kiss that so-called groom!” he pointed to Sensoji before running to you and in turn, you pulled up the bottom of your dress and ran to the end of the stage where Hizashi extended his hand out once more.  

“Hop on down from that stage and runaway with me!” he said and your face flushed, the sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears and yet, you found yourself reaching for his hand. He smiled at you and without warning, grabbed your wrist and pulled. You gasped as you found yourself falling off the edge and straight into Hizashi’s arms. You were shocked and pressed your hands against his chest.

You hadn’t expected him to do such a thing, Hizashi was excitable but he’d never do anything to hurt his friends even if it was a joke. Still, you couldn’t help but look at him with adoring eyes. He smiled back at you, “Do ya truuuuuust me?!” he questioned and a small amount of fear filled you, what else was he planning to do? Your fingers curled into the front of his jacket before you hesitantly nodded.

“Great!” he chuckled before scooping you into his arms, you squeaked as your shoulder bumped into his chest. “Hizashi!” you cried out, it was one thing to be lifted up. But you were still wearing the wedding dress which was uncomfortable and the people that sat in the audience continued to look confused. You were grateful the lights were turned off as your face was bright red.

“Let’s go!” he said as he turned to run, your arms wrapped around his neck before he kicked open the auditorium doors and continued running. “Hey!” he said, tilting his head down to look at you. He found your expression and the way you perfectly fit in his arms to be adorable. You swallowed and parted your lips, “Y-Yes?” you said, your voice a little shaky. “I really stole my bride away huh?” he joked before kicking open another set of doors and ran toward the front gate. 

Shouta and Oboro were trailing behind him but stopped as they passed the front doors of the school. Watching as Hizashi ran off with you, the sound of clapping echoed from the auditorium. “Do you think they thought that was part of the play?” Oboro questioned, and Shouta shrugged. “Even if they did so what,” he replied before slipping his hands into his pockets. “Come on.” he said as he began to walk and Oboro tilted his head, “Come on what?” he questioned as he followed behind.

“We need to make sure Y/n returns that outfit to the drama department.” he said, though even he hadn’t expected Hizashi to carry you away. “Oh...right,” Oboro said and stopped when he stepped onto the sidewalk. “Do you want to ride one of my clouds?” he questioned, ready to manifest one on demand. But Shouta shook his head, “No…” he replied before looking into the distance.

“I can’t see them anymore, maybe we can just wait until tomorrow.” he said before he resumed walking. “Huh? So we’re just going to let them be?” Oboro asked as he placed both arms behind his head. “We...did a pretty good job with that though, huh? I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly,” he said and though Shouta didn’t want to, he found himself smiling.

“Yeah...at least Hizashi finally got Y/n.” he said as he looked up at the sky, the moon was full and white in color. “Do you think we’ll be lucky enough to see Hizashi carry off Y/n when they get married for real?” he questioned and Shouta turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised. Oboro blinked, “What?” he pouted and looked at the ground as he continued to walk. “It’s a nice thought,” he replied, but for now. He was happy his friend finally found the happiness he deserved.