#Unamused Midoriya

[fifteenthewolf]

You know I am not dead, right Kachan? (Crack)

Class 2-A are against a group of low-class villains. Midoryia gets hit with something and leave it to Bakugo to make it a theatric performance. (It was really a random idea)

Ships: TodoDeku (Maybe slight mentions of KiriBaku and Tsuchaco. Those are ships I ship, so I may have added hints. And there is one part that Midoryia x Uraraka shippers may find offensive, for that, I apologize. I love the ship and I can understand it, I just personally do not ship it.)

Enjoy! (I am new to writing, so give me constructive criticism if you would like)

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Of course Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Tsuyu, Uraraka, and Todoroki all get attacked by random villains in their way to the dorms after going to eat lunch at a restaurant. Why the heck not. 

They were weak villains, nothing like the League. But there were way too many. And they used the element of surprise. So it was a bit time consuming.

So that’s how they all got the excuse to beat up some villains on a Friday night, at least. The villains were going down quickly. It was simple.

Then, Izuku gets shot in the arm with a dart of some sort. A villain laughs maniacally, “That is going to make you feel like your arm has been shattered! You will more than likely kill yourself from the absolute pain!”

It was quite funny to see the look Midoriya gave the villain. They obviously did not do their research.

Bakugo grinned. Then he casually trips Midoriya as he walks past him. Then he rushes over, fake tears springing out.

“Oh no! Izuku, how did you possibly have to end this way!?”

“What.” Izuku deadpanned. Then he tilted his head.

Bakugo ignored him, he ducked to dodge an oncoming knife and gave the villain who delivered it an explosion without taking his eyes off of Midoriya, “Oh the suffering! Oh, the heartbreak!”

“Really Kachan? That’s so mature.”

Bakugo punched an oncoming villain that was coming near him without even looking, Bakugo still ignored Izuku’s words, “How dare you die on me, we were more than just rivals! We . . . Were rivals.” He placed a solemn hand on his chest and looked up. 

“I shall avenge you, you damned nerd!”

Uraraka giggled as she pinned down a villain and knocked them out. She was not helping Midoriya at all.

“Kachan, could you not hold me down so I could-“

“OH THE NERD HAD SO MUCH MORE TO LIVE FOR!” Bakugo said dramatically, drowning out Izuku’s voice, “HIS ANALYSIS NOTES” he exploded a villain that tried to attack from the front, “HIS LOVE FOR SAVING OTHERS!” He jabbed another villain with his elbow so hard they choked out blood.

“Kac-“

“HIS DEAR CLASSMATES” he exploded one coming from the side, “MAKING IT TO THE END OF SECOND YEAR” he placed the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically and his smile was a shit-eating grin.

“HIS COFFEE CREAMER BOYFRIEND!”

“Kachan!” Midoriya shrieked. 

“Sometimes I can still hear his voice.” He sent an explosion to a whole group of villains. “But now, I am just kneeling next to the broken body of someone because one of their bones are  SHATTERED. It’s the end!”

“Kachan I never make death threats but I am tempted to make an exception for you.”

“He was never able to make his first death threat” Bakugo said, solemnly. “He was a cinnamon roll, even to the end. I’m sorry half n’ half! Your boyfriend’s history.”

Midoriya looked at Todoroki expectantly, using Air Force on  a villain, that was about to go for his head. Todoroki had a barely noticeable smile on his face.

“Oh no.” He said, blasting some ice at a villain, making no effort to change his tone, “I never got to confess my undying love to him. Oh me. Oh my.” He blasts fire at another villain.

“Todoroki, not you too!” Midoriya whined. Uraraka floated in, taking on some air villain, “Oh no!” She exclaimed as she tackled the villain, “What happened to Deku!? He seems . . .”

“I’m sorry cheeks.” Bakugo said sorrowfully, “I’m afraid he is gone. You shall never be able to confess your unrequited love for him.”

Uraraka threw her head back after she delivered a final blow to who she was fighting, “NOOO! However shall I cope??!”

“Don’t worry, kero, I can keep you company in his place.” Tsuyu replied sadly. 

“You all are going to be in this, aren’t you?” Midoriya asked, his tone completely resigned. Bakugo’s grin turned even more feral.

“Are you going to be alright, Bakugo? Maybe we should have a dorms sleepover to cope.” Kirishima suggested as he took down one of the final villains. Bakugo exploded the last one and said, “I’ll only participate because he would have made me!”

“Actually, I count on Kirishima to do that.” Midoriya interrupted. Though, he was ignored. Uraraka picked him up, “it’s only fair that we are the ones to tell our classmates of his condition” she said, she was obviously the best at drama.

Bakugo nodded, “Yes. Izuku was one of our dearest classmates.”

“Maybe someone should just kill me now.” Midoryia muttered from his spot in Uraraka’s arms. He caught Todoroki’s apologetic smile and smiled back.

That day, it was chaos when Uraraka carried an unamused, completely resigned, Midoryia into to the dorms common area, claiming that he was dead.

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This is a random fanfic I wrote at 1 pm. I have no clue if it is any good, but you may get a good laugh. Hopefully you did. I am fully aware of how not-cannon it is. That was intentional.

I don’t know how to post on AO3 yet 😅.

My AO3 account is kinda acting funny, and I want to see people’s reactions to what I write, but I’ll start posting there once I can.

This is my first post and I am terrified.

[sundaaz-e]

Late Nights

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It’s late in the U.A. dormitory as you sit in the common room, reading. Everyone has retired back into their respective rooms for the night, as they have class early. But you? No. You’re up waiting for your boyfriend—at least that’s what you think he is to you—to get back from his internship. Katsuki, Deku, and Todoroki have been basically run ragged at Endeavor's agency. Katsuki is always complaining to you about how he’s getting less sleep and has to go to bed around 10 instead of 8. "Such an old man thing to say," you think to yourself with a small smile. Your face quickly reverts back to its original state as you hear Katsuki yelling at Todoroki.

“If your ass wasn’t so slow we would’ve gotten there in time to take him down ourselves,” he says with his usual sass.

“C’mon, Kacchan, don’t blame it all on him,” you hear Deku say, trying to be the peacemaker.

You hear Katsuki grumble some profanities directed at Midoriya before he stumbles upon you.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re still awake?” Deku says but continues to walk towards the stairs alongside Todoroki, who doesn’t even spare you a glance.

“Yeah, can’t sleep,” you say dismissively, eyes focused on the man you really want to talk to. Katsuki had stopped right behind the couches, right behind you, his eyes trained on you. As soon as Deku and Todoroki were out of sight and mind, he finally broke the silence.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” he says without any clear emotion.

“I know,” you say simply. He brings his hand down to smooth down your hair as a sign of affection and appreciation before making his way to the stairs. You watch him, kind of shocked that that’s all you get. But before he starts up the stairs, without turning he says,

“Ya comin’ or not?” his voice gruff.

“Mm, I don’t know, do you want me to come?” you say with a teasing glint in your eyes.

With that, he turns to face you. “I’m so not in the mood for you right now,” he says, looking very unamused by your teasing smile.

“Well then, you better get going,” you say, pretending to return to your book. You’re not really digesting any of the words; you’re merely just skimming the pages to look busy. You hear him stomp his way in front of you before snatching the book right out of your hands.

“Hey, I was reading that,” you say, reaching for the book as he held it above his head. You stand up to jump for it, but he leans down and grabs you by your legs, effectively throwing you over his shoulder. He stomps his way up the stairs and into his dorm room before throwing you on the bed. You’re practically crying from how hard you’ve been laughing.

“You think this is funny, huh?” he says seriously, but you can hear the humor in his voice.

You nod your head yes, still dying, and he chucks the book at you. It didn’t hurt because it was a softcover book. But you grab one of his pillows and throw it at him. He doesn’t attempt to dodge it or catch it, so he just lets it hit him.

“You’re so annoying,” he says, giving you a mean side-eye.

You stick your tongue out at him. He starts removing his uniform to change into pajamas, which consist of old Christmas PJ bottoms that you gifted him last year and a skull shirt.

“Sleepin’ here tonight?” he asks.

“I don’t know, am I?” you ask.

“Don’t start that again,” he says.

“Sorry, sorry, yes I am,” you nod.

“You want something to wear or are you good?” he asks. You’re dressed pretty comfortably right now, so you shake your head no and climb under his covers. He flicks off his lights before joining you in bed. You like sleeping closer to the wall when you sleep with him because his quirk makes him extra hot, so it’s very easy to overheat. Plus, he likes sleeping next to his alarm so he won’t miss it— weirdo.

As you close your eyes to let your body enter dreamland, you’re shaken awake. Katsuki is pulling you closer to him.

“Mm,” you let out a soft grumble, annoyed that he woke you.

“Don’t sleep so far away,” he says.

As sleep begins to take you, you feel him place soft kisses against your lips. “Goodnight” is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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Ya’ll send requests idk what to writeee😭

[emmyrosee]

“Baby!” You squeal, and he turns around as a wave crashes around him, seemingly unphased by the frosty water.

“What!”

“It’s cold!”

You shiver at the feeling of water lapping at your ankles, the chill of it turning your feet playfully numb. He merely smirks back at you, eyes covered by the sunglasses nestled on his nose, and walks backwards deeper into the water. “It’s not that bad,” he calls, shrugging his arms out. “You’re just a big baby.”

“A baby who’s going back onto the towels,” you giggle, stepping backwards. He calls a quick “chicken!” out at you, but just as you open your mouth to retort, Mother Nature takes care of him, and a massive wave sneaks behind him and takes him down, panic crossing his features as his knees bend and he plops square under the water, disappearing under the waves.

You cackle at the karma, hands clutching your sides at his expense, and he comes back to the surface, at first unamused as his hair is flattened to his forehead and his sunglasses are skewed. His skin glimmers in the sun at the droplets of water clinging to his skin, his trunks are clinging to the muscles and bones of his hips and thighs; he looks ethereal, had he not just been taken down by a wave all of 14 seconds ago.

At your laugher, he shakes his head and stands, glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “You think that’s funny?” He says, annoyance in his expression but amusement in his voice. “Huh?”

“Yes,” you manage. “I do. Karma told you to shut up, and you did.”

“I’ll teach you to shut up,” he barks, and the signals in your brain cross as he starts to make a mad dash towards you, grinning. You scream and try to make a sprint away from him, but the sand is soft under your feet, and you can’t get proper footing to get away fast enough.

“NAAAAOOOOO!” You shriek, hard enough your own head hurts, as two long arms wrap around your torso and hoist you into his arms, your arms instinctively wrapping around him and legs flailing wildly. You curse his strength, the strength you love so much, for him doing this to you. “LEMME GO!”

He doesn’t listen, as he wades back into the water, and as you brace yourself for impact of being thrown in, it never comes. Instead, he lowers you both into the ocean with so much as a shiver. You whine as the chill envelopes your entire body, but he shushes you with a kiss on your cheek.

“See?” He says softly. “It’s not so bad, right?”

“C-Cold!” You clench, but your arms wrap around him tighter and you giggle, his own body cold with water, but your heart warmed with love.

He hums and nips your ear, “maybe it is just a little cold.”

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hq!: osamu, atsumu, suna, aran, hinata, kuroo, oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, sakusa (but don’t tell anyone)

bnha: kirishima, midoriya, hawks

jjk: geto, gojo, yuuji, ino

plus ur faves 🫶🏻

@reverie-starlight I know how you feel about some of these boys so I hope you don’t mind the tag 🥺

[killsaki]

final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

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maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

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you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

if you saw any typos, no you didn’t !!<;33

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[lavendersmemories]

I wrote this in like 2022? Thought maybe I’d post it. If a certain part seems too familiar I was obsessed with back up by deJ loaf at the time. I have a half written part 2 if anyones interested after this part.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+, fem! Reader, not proof read, porn without plot, fboy Deku who’s not as good as he thought, sub Deku, begging, overstimulation, little bit of dacryphilia, might’ve missed something

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Midoriya was going on a walk, it was pretty late Friday night. As he walked through the path of the UA dorm area he found a girl sitting on a bench by herself. He didn't recognize her, she was really pretty though. Not having any plans tonight her figured he might as well try for a bit of fun. He went and sat beside the girl, she took out her headphone and looked at him unamused.

"Can I help you?" She asked coldly. He stuck out his hand to her, she looked down at it unamused not accepting it. He put his hand back down with an awkward smile.

"Hey I'm Izu-" he said getting cut off by her.

"I know your name Midoriya, and I know all about your little reputation" she said rolling her eyes, he was a little taken aback but she was starting to intrigue him.

"I didn't realize I was starting to get famous. If you know about me then-" he tried again but she cut him off.

"I know you think your some kind of lady killer but I'm not like these other girls your messing around with, I think I'll pass" she said standing up to walk away, he grabbed her hand this firey attitude in her making him really interested in her.

"You didn't even let me finish, how'd you know that's what I was gonna say" he said making her turn around.

"Fine then what did you have to say?" She asked starting to get annoyed.

"I was going to ask your name, and who you are since I don't recognize you" he said, it was the half truth he was interested in that but she had it pretty accurate that his mind was elsewhere.

"I'm Y/n, a third year in the support course" she said, she left out her last name. Making him even more intrigued, the way that she had such an attitude and stayed mysterious made him want to dive in her pants even worse, as terrible as that may sound. It wasn't just that though, he did want to get to know this mysterious girl's personality and why she acted this way. He was glad she was at least in his grade though, he was really hoping the reason he didn't recognize her wasnt because she was a first year. It also confused him though how he never met her in these three years.

"Well tell me more about yourself Y/n" he said making her pull her arm away.

"I know what kind of game your trying to play, and I'm not falling for it. Honestly just because you get around doesn't mean your this hotshot that's going to get everyone to drop their panties for you, especially because I'm sure you've never actually made a women cum in your life." She said pretty confidently. He stood up with a smirk on his face.

"I mean you can test the theory then if your so confident in it. But I will say I always make sure she finishes first~" he said, using a different tone for the second part. He was trying to be seductive, any other girl would swoon but she was used to this.

Any guy that acted like him had never made her cum, only left her annoyed. So she was sure his 'amazing reputation' was all front, he was being honest though. It was his pride that he always left girls shaking.

She finally let out a sigh and looked at him, trying to act defeated. Inside she was wearing a giant smile, kind of excited to crush his ego.

"I mean fine if your so sure of yourself" she said, making the smirk go back onto his face. She started walking towards her dorm, he followed her quickly.

"By the way when I make you cum don't be blowing up my phone, it doesn't make me your boyfriend or anything" he said from behind her, she nodded trying to stifle a giggle as she kept walking.

She took him back to her dorm, going up to the top floor. He entered the room taking a quick look around as she locked the door, not quite what he was expecting but to be fair the only thing he knew about this girl was her first name. He didn't normally like to do something like that but sometimes it happens. The girl then startled him by teleporting infront of him.

"Oh fuck, you scared me" he said as she laughed quietly. That was one way to find out her quirk.

"Don't worry, I'll be full of surprises" she said with a smirk. She then leaned up kissing him, he kissed her back wrapping an arm around her waist.

He slowly inched towards her bed, making sure to not knock either of them over in the process. Gently pushing her onto it before climbing over her body. As she stared up at him there was just something in his eyes, it drew him in.

He leaned down needing to feel her soft lips against his again. Letting his hands trail down her sides, not pushing under the shirt or straying too far, he always did try his best to be respectful.

He didn't try to pry anything, but her tongue slide past his lips making a grunt leave his mouth. If this was her pace he could most certainly match it. His tongue swirled against hers, fighting for dominance. She decided to play along and let him win, being able to feel the satisfaction on his face although she knew she could instantly wipe that away if she so chose to.

His hands settled on her waist, holding tightly as he let his tongue freely move about her mouth, trying to explore every inch of it. He was feeling satisfied in this, feeling as though she was there at his mercy. But her thigh pressed up against his crotch, causing a stutter in his movements and unexpected moan.

He had to pull away, looking down at her with half lidded lust clouded eyes. She only stared at him innocently, moving to take off her shirt. And he was quick to follow.

"Let me touch you?" He asked softly after discarding his shirt.

"Don't really have to ask" she sounded almost annoyed, placing his hands on her sides. As he let his hands explore the soft exposed skin he lean down, face in her neck. "wanted to be a gentleman" was grumbled against the skin as he kept touching her. Gently kissing at the junction between her neck and shoulder as his hands met her chest.

An annoyed sigh left his mouth at the fabric keeping him from properly touching them. He was too nice of a boy to acknowledge it earlier but he knew she had a nice chest. And as the boob guy he was he was rather excited. His hands were quick to trail behind her back, getting at those clasps quickly.

As he sat up to help her completely pull off her bra his eyes sparkled. She did have a nice chest, infact he was sure he loved it he thought. His hands were quick to cup them, feeling himself twitch against his jeans at the softness. He could do this forever.

When he realized her gaze was fixated on him and his awed look he flashed a bright smile. Leaning down to press kisses onto her collarbone.

"You have a really nice body, so beautiful" he mumble out softly, green eyes staring up at her as he left those soft kisses. Instead of venturing lower like he would've liked to he was pulled up into another kiss.

He smiled against her lips, loving the soft feeling of them against his. He really hadn't realized how worked up he had gotten until a slight shift had his hips pressed against hers. And he had to hold back a whimper at the feeling. It embarrassed him how horny he was, he usually didn't feel this way nor move so quickly. But the feeling of her leggings inching down made him ready to rip off everything and just be inside.

He sat up, his face slightly flushed as he looked down at her lightly panting. He was tugging at his belt as he watched not only her legs be exposed but also her cunt. She really did move fast, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love this pace.

His pants were quickly tugged off and he was now spreading her legs, getting ready to dive right in when she stopped him with a gentle tug of the hair.

"That won't be necessary" his eyes went wide, she really wasn't gonna let him please her? His mouth hung open for a moment but he sat up anyway, looking down at the girl.

"Then should..." his voice trailed off slightly, not positive what to ask but as her gaze trailed to his boxers he got the message, quickly pulling them down.

After he took his boxers off he tried to get on top of her but was pushed onto his back. She climbed ontop of him straddling his waist. He looked up at her as she gently grabbed his cock, before she let him inside her she looked down at him.

"By the way if I fuck and make you cum you gotta promise not to stress me. Don't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messages" she said with a smile, making fun of what he said earlier. He tried to retort but she pushed the tip against her, he pressed his lips shut.

Her being on top of him did slightly ruin his usual method but he was sure he wouldn't have a problem, or could take back control and get on top eventually. He was pretty confident in this, he's always been good at lasting long.

She in one swift quick motion made their hips meet. He didn't know what happened but he let out a grunt and instantly released inside of her. His eyes were shut tight and he gripped the sheets as he drained his load. She was quite surprised but stayed as she was.

After about a minute he opened his eyes, his face was red and the embarrassment set in.

"I-I-I" he just stuttered over again. She put a finger over his lips, beginning to rock her hips back and forth. A loud moan left his lips. "Y-y-y/n you.. you can't do that... it's too much" he said grunting and moaning, his eyes closing tightly and his hand grabbing her waist.

"Come on Midoriya you were supposed to make me cum, wheres the fun in me getting one thrust" she teased him a big smirk on her face, but she did stop moving her hips since he asked. He looked up at her, his face was red and his mouth was just left hung open. She could make out some sweat starting to drip down his face. "Well I'm disappointed but I guess if your already tapped out.." she said lifting her hips to get off of him, his hips thrusted upwards to her. He wasn't sure why but the feeling of even a little of that overstimulating pleasure leaving made his body react on its own.

"N-no, more please" he whined out, she looked down at him surprised again. He grabbed onto her hips as he continued to grind his up into them. His eyes were beginning to gloss over, with all the girls that he had been with before he never felt this way before. He had never cum so quickly, and had never chased pleasure after an orgasm. Something about her had him entranced and needing more.

"Oh I thought it was too much?" She teased seeing his head shake on the pillow, she pushed her hips back down over his. Making a loud moan leave his mouth.

"Oh god, yes please more!" He pleaded as her hips started to slowly move. He kept bucking his hips up into hers begging for her to ride him faster. Her wet walls were absolutely strangling him as she slowly bounced herself on his cock.

"Please! Faster!! I need it, please Y/n!!" He begged, his eyes growing teary again. She rolled her eyes at the begging boy beneath her, as bad as she wanted to tease him she couldn't will herself to as he shamelessly asked for more. So she raised herself almost completely off of him, sinking back down on his cock before going at an unfair pace.

Izuku squealed at the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling, he had never had a girl make him feel this way before. Usually he'd be routinely pounding away (not that he was complaining, he always got to get off) and working circles on her clit while saying the nastiest words into her ear. Or if he had a girl ride him (which was hardly ever) he'd be guiding her, fucking her down onto his cock. Possibly even holding her still just to pound up into her.

But this was a completely different and new pleasure, this felt better then any sex he had before. This made all his other sex compare to nothing more then his left hand.

He was writhing underneath her, holding onto her thighs bruisingly as she kept unfairly riding him. Her walls squeezing around him for all he was worth. And as much as the pleasure burned, as much as he thought he should stop, he just couldn't. Not when it felt this good.

He stared up at her with glossy emerald eyes as he kept squeezing her thighs, digging his nails into the plush flesh. Loud moans wouldn't stop leaving his mouth. She on the other hand looked unphased above him, riding him like this which was to her content because Izuku knew he was powerless right now. He felt like she was just using him as a toy, and god did he love being her dildo.

A loud gasp left his mouth, followed by a sob as she angled her hips a new way, allowing him to hit deeper inside her which resulted in her squeezing him tighter. Tears rolled down his cherry red cheeks as his head tossed back and forth across the pillow. His tight grip on her thighs turning deathening as he tried to take the burn of the overstimulation out on them.

"O-oh god, fuck, please, please!!" He cried out, not even knowing what he was begging for at that point. Her head tilted down to check in on the boy beneath her again, and god he looked ruined. Tears were streaming down blushing cheeks as he cried his pleasure, sweat matting his curled locks to his forehead.

"Please what pretty boy?" She asked and hearing her sultry voice, plus the nickname made him snap again. His back arched and his mouth fell open as he shoot inside her once again. A shrill scream escaped his throat as he thrashed at his second overwhelming orgasm.

Her pace never faltered, staring down at the boy in amusement as she kept greedily riding his cock. He didn't know how but he was still half hard at this point, and unfairly twitching back to life inside her. He really didn't think he could handle anymore but he'd be dammed if he asked her to stop.

His eyes were fixated on hers as she gazed down at him. Even with his blurry vision he could make out the smug look on her face. He couldn't stop himself from coming undone like this though, he would choose this pleasure over anything else.

"Such a pretty little thing you are" she purred out softly, a choked out moan leaving him in response. And a loud sob followed as her hands met his chest, expertly playing with his nipples. His thighs shook above the sheets at the new pleasure of her fingers rolling his buds. He'd never been touched that way before, and he really didn't think he could take it on top of everything else.

"Y/n.... Fuck! I can't... can't take it!" He cried out, his eyes squeezing themselves shut tight. Even as he said that he wouldn't let go of her thighs, and his cock still throbbed inside her.

Her hips didn't slow though, they probably sped he really couldn't tell anyone. And she just kept squeezing around him, the sensation was growing tighter. Her delicate fingers were still dancing on his chest, just adding to the overstimulation that was melting his mind with each pinch and roll of his sensitive nipples.

His thighs shook beneath her as his eyes shot open, crying out wishing for the burn to stop even if it felt so good. Her expression above him was no longer smug his blurry vision was finally able to decipher, in fact she was biting her lip and looked to be struggling. And from the way her gushing cunt wouldn't stop clenching around him his two functioning brain cells were able to tell what was gonna happen.

So he willed himself to buck his hips up into her unforgiving heat, wanting so desperately to help her cum even if he could barely think. She was caught off guard and her motions on his chest had to pause as she tried to collect her bearings. As much as she wanted to hold back, make it look like she had so much more self control then him, she was failing and she knew she was gonna cum soon.

"Please!! Please, leaaaseee!!" Izuku forced himself to scream out, it was the most coherent he could get even though it was horribly slurred by all the drool in his mouth.

She took the hint, cursing herself in the back of the mind as she let herself give in. No longer ignoring the tightly wound begging coil in her stomach she moved a hand down to rub her clit. Quickly coming undone and convulsing around his cock. Izuku couldn't be happier to see her cum "for him", it wasn't much of his doing but it satisfied him. So much that the sight had his eyes rolling back and his back arching off the bed, pouring a third load into her tight clenching pussy. Until he was whining and whimpering, it really had become too much.

She looked down at him and mercifully lifted herself off from his cock. Wiping the tears and drool away from his pretty face as he hazily stared up at her, a happy dopey grin on his face and unfocused emerald eyes close enough to meeting hers. She gave his forehead a kiss before getting off the bed, fetching a towel to clean him up.

His hazy eyes opened a little surprised as she started cleaning him up, mumbling his appreciation. He was practically passed out right now, barely paying attention as she got herself dressed again.

When he forced himself to sit up he felt like he couldn't look at her with anything other then pure adoration. He sighed dreamily "this is more then a crush, i just might be in love" whether it was with her or her pussy was still to be determined.

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Friend or Foe ?

Overhaul, the powerful leader of the Shie Hassaikai, kidnaps Pro Hero Deku's girlfriend. Now his prisoner, you have no choice but to get to know him. But . . . is Overhaul so bad after all ?

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TW for kidnapping ; CW for SMUT so 18+ only please !!

Dating a pro hero had its perks.

You had a guaranteed protector from any type of harm, someone who had a good income, and you had a front row seat to many exclusive events. Dating the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya aka “Deku,” meant that your perks were bumped up tenfold. The spotlight was always on him, and if you were spotted on his arm, it meant it was aimed at you too. Although the attention could be constraining at times, you secretly relished in it and felt immense pride towards your boyfriend.

However, dating such a public figure had its drawbacks.

Like the current moment you found yourself in.

One moment you had been in your bed, exhausted from another day of work, and the next you found yourself groggy in an unfamiliar room. The floor was cold underneath your thin pajamas, and as you came to, you realized the lighting was dim. When your eyes finally came into focus, fear immediately struck you as you recognized the looming figure sitting in front of you.

Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul, the young head of the Shie Hassaikai.

You had recalled when Izuku had told you about his battle with him, how he had been successful in saving Eri but that Overhaul had disappeared without a trace. There had been rumors that he was still working as a yakuza, and a few heroes had reportedly run into him. Despite that, no one had made an effort to capture him, and he remained working as a villain behind the scenes.

Now, here you were, lying at his feet in what you could only assume was his hideout.

He was resting a gloved hand against his cheek, golden eyes seemingly bored as he glanced down at you.

“Well, look who came to. Welcome.”

His deep voice had an unamused lilt to it, although the plague mask he wore muffled it slightly. You glared at him, trying to sit up but feeling the room spin around you.

“You might want to be careful. I personally mixed the sedative we gave you to bring you here. You’ll be unsteady on your feet for a while.”

Glaring at him again, you ignored his warnings and rose to your feet unsteadily.

“Izuku is going to find you, and he will kill you this time.”

A chuckle rumbled from behind his mask, golden eyes squinting as he seemingly laughed. Shaking his head, he waved at someone behind you, instructing them to take you to your new room. A pair of strong arms grabbed onto your shoulders, pushing you towards a door and into a dim hallway. After a few turns down different corridors, you were shown your room. It was a simple one, with a queen sized four poster bed on the right and a large bookshelf directly across from it. A vanity sat beside the bookshelf, with a door beside it leading to what you assumed was the bathroom. You were surprised to see there was a window with sheer white curtains pulled shut, letting in some moonlight from outside. The lackey pushed you in, pointing at the bed.

“You are to stay here at all times. Meals will be brought to you. You will be supervised during baths, no arguments.”

Your stomach sank at that.

“Boss suggests you get some sleep. Like he said, the sedative he gave you is pretty strong.”

It seemed as if he could read your mind, as your body began to feel exhausted at that moment. You nodded, waiting until he shut and locked the door behind you before stumbling over to the bed. Collapsing onto it, you shut your eyes and dreamed of your boyfriend coming to rescue you.

***

The silver lining to being a kidnapping victim was the strict routine you kept.

You were awoken at eight AM sharp every morning, with a different member of the Shie Hassaikai coming to rouse you from sleep. The door next to your vanity turned out to not be the bathroom, but instead a closet. The bathroom was down the hall, and you were led there every morning to shower for the day. As mentioned they waited in the bathroom for you, timing your showers to ten minutes. They would watch as you stripped and stepped into the shower before turning around to give you some privacy.

When you returned to your room, a tray was always waiting for you. The first day, the tray had been placed on the vanity, and you had frowned and turned to the member responsible for you that day.

“I don’t even have the decency to have a dining table or something?”

The next day, when you returned from your shower, a small table had been added, with a comfortable armchair placed next to it. You ate in silence before handing the tray to the minion who always took it hastily and shuffled out. The remainder of the day was spent either reading, sleeping, or pacing the room. Lunch was delivered at noon sharp, and dinner at six o'clock promptly.

Overhaul never made an effort to come visit you. The rotating door of subordinates never mentioned him either, and you were beginning to question why he had kidnapped you in the first place.

After the first week, you knew that finding something to pass the time faster was needed, so you decided to look at the bookshelf. Each shelf was stuffed with books, and you were surprised to see a lot of titles that you had already read. You decided to start at the top shelf, pulling the very first book and working your way to the bottom. The first book was, ironically, Pride and Prejudice, a guilty pleasure that you often reread. You spent the day reading it, paying no heed to whoever was in charge that day as they delivered lunch and dinner.

The days bled together as you went through each book. You were a bit disappointed that there was nothing new for you to read, but the reading helped pass the time. One of the lackeys had pointed out your reading habit while walking you to the bathroom, and while you showered he struck up a conversation with you about what you were currently reading.

“Tess of the D’urbervilles,” you called out over the running water. “I’ve read it, like, ten times. It’s a favorite of mine, but pretty much everything in the bookshelf is.”

“Wait, you’ve read all those books?”

You turned your head and was relieved to see his back was to you as you showered.

“Yeah, reading is a big hobby of mine. I’m thankful for the books, but something new would be appreciated.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, letting you know you had three minutes left in the shower. The walk back to your room was silent, and he stated he would see you later to bring you your remaining meals. You picked up Tess of the D’urbervilles, picking right up where you left off.

When lunch arrived, you were kind of looking forward to whoever had been in charge of you that morning. He was the only one who made an effort to talk to you, and you felt lonely pretty much all the time. Right as noon struck, you heard the door unlocking and looked up, a fleeting feeling of happiness rising in your throat.

It turned to dread as Overhaul walked in.

The subordinate from earlier rushed in behind him, placing the tray of food on the table. You noticed he had a book tucked under his arm, and he placed it on the armchair before scuttling off. Overhaul stood by the door, gloved hands clasped behind his back as he studied you silently.

“Are you finding your living arrangement adequate?”

You crossed your arms, frowning at him.

“You mean do I like being trapped in a room and having my showers timed? Yes, of course, it’s so peachy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly walked towards you. You scooted backwards on the mattress, trying to put as much distance as possible between you two.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. The opposite, actually.”

He stopped at the foot of your bed.

“I heard that you’ve read all of the books that I provided for you in the bookshelf. I must say, I’m rather impressed. You are a very well-read woman.”

“Er, thank you.”

Overhaul gestured to the book that had been left on your armchair.

“A gift, I suppose. I hope this isn’t a novel you have read already.”

You studied him before carefully sliding off the bed and walking over to grab it.

“Things Fall Apart?”

He nodded, cocking his head as he spoke to you.

“It’s a fantastic narrative about the effects of colonialism in Igboland. It really shows you how humans have the great talent of ruining many things.”

“You’re one to speak,” you muttered without thinking.

You froze, turning to slowly face him. He seemed unbothered, his golden eyes crinkling a bit as you realized he was smiling.

“Let me know what you think. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He left then, leaving you alone. You ate first, savoring the food before grabbing Things Fall Apart and climbing into bed. Overhaul was right - it was a fantastic book and it was hard to put down. You ordered the dinner tray to be brought to you in bed so you could continue reading comfortably, and you stayed up late to try and finish it.

For the first time in a while, you were tired when you were awoken at eight. The henchman of the day noticed it and was particularly gruff with you as he led you to the bathroom. He sneered at you as you undressed, barking out the minutes left and ogling your naked body, much to your chagrin.

Overhaul returned at lunch, standing by the door again and waiting for his employee to leave. He looked at you with what appeared to be expectancy before speaking.

“So? What did you think?”

“You were right,” you admitted, although you didn't want to. “It was an amazing book. I stayed up late to finish it.”

You walked over to hand him the book. As you got closer, you were surprised to see that he towered over you. Angling your head up to peer at him, you took note of how his green jacket stretched slightly to fit his broad shoulders. He smelled . . . clean.

“Thank you. It wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it.”

“Well, I asked if your living arrangement was adequate. It’s only fair that you keep your mind sharp.”

He took the book from you, his gloved hand brushing yours. Another book was produced from his jacket.

"This title is a bit older, but a great narrative as well.”

Middlemarch by George Eliot.

“The author of this is actually a woman. It was a series, but this is the whole collection.”

You thanked him, turning away shyly to look towards the tray.

“I shall leave you. Until tomorrow.”

He returned the next day with the same expectant look.

“It was a little boring,” you had admitted, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.

Instead he had laughed, shaking his head as he held his hand out to take the book from you.

“Well, how about North and South? It’s a bit Jane Austen, but with the issue of class heavily focused on.”

A new routine was established, one that included Overhaul. He began delivering your meals alone, bringing a new book every morning with breakfast. If he was busy or pulled into meetings a note was sent with his subordinates, apologizing for his absence and offering a new book for you to read. While you ate, the two of you talked. He asked if you had ever wanted to be a pro-hero, and you told him you had no desire to, especially since you had a fairly uninteresting Quirk. He told you about Pops, the man who had raised him and who he greatly admired. You told him about your favorite things, and he told you about his. After a while, you found yourself finding him as a friend and not a villain.

It was also hard not to notice that he was attractive. He had grown comfortable enough with you to remove his mask, and you had been stunned silent at seeing his face. His eyes were ingrained in your mind, but seeing it combined with all of his features sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He had a sharp jawline with stubble never growing, a sharp nose, and slightly pouty lips. Whenever he took off his jacket, you admired his tall, lean form but took note there was evident muscle. The henchman who you had grown close to, who you came to learn was named Rappa, told you that he had fought Overhaul in an underground brawl, and he had been surprised by how fit the man was.

You were conflicted at the attraction that was beginning to develop. The friendship that was developing also led to an internal conflict, and you kept convincing yourself that the only reason you were getting along with him was to avoid being killed. Whenever you caught yourself thinking about him throughout the day, you told yourself you were developing Stockholm Syndrome. A tiny voice in your head reminded you that the theory had been debunked, but you kept convincing yourself that that’s what it was.

Time bled together, and it felt as if you had been kidnapped for a year. Overhaul continued to visit you, and eventually you were allowed to wander the hideout with a guard. Rappa often accompanied you, especially when you sat in the courtyard. Your window had a view to the small area, a small fountain surrounded by flower bushes that often got abundant sunshine. Sometimes you just sat there, shutting your eyes as you turned your head to the sun. Other times you brought a book, curling up by the fountain as you flipped through pages hastily. Rappa would engage you in conversation, and the two of you often exchanged laughs.

Overhaul must have developed a strong sense of trust in you, as one day while delivering lunch he asked if you would accompany him to an event. You cocked your head to the side, putting your utensils down to fully listen to him.

“It’s a social event. My presence has been requested, and I have an image to preserve.”

He hesitated before clearing his throat and resuming.

“Word has gotten around that you are in my clutches, and it is expected that you will come along with me.”

“O-oh.”

The room fell silent. You couldn’t look at him, eyes focused on the food.

“There will be guards with us at all times. No one will lay a finger on you.”

You didn’t respond. Overhaul got closer, pausing right before the table.

"I will not make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You slowly looked up. He had removed his mask, tucking it under his arm. His expression was sincere, features tinged with slight worry as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I’ll go with you.”

The days leading up to the event were filled with preparations. A tailor was sent to collect your measurements, promising to bring the gown in the next few days for you to try on. Rappa went over security measures with you, teaching you codewords for various situations that could arise. Overhaul popped in when he could, checking on you to make sure you were still comfortable with going before departing for the day.

You were given details about the event. It was a private event, invite only for the most sought after villains. When you asked what type of event it was, Overhaul paused and said it was an auction.

“There may be some . . . things that might disturb you. You will be safe as long as you do what I say.”

The day of the auction you were allowed to sleep in. Breakfast was left for you, a note beside it stating you would be summoned to get ready later that day. You ate slowly, thumbing through the most recent novel that Overhaul had left you. Rappa came to collect your tray, waiting for you to finish and sparking light conversation. Once you were done he gently took the tray, studying your face for a moment before speaking.

“Overhaul will come and collect you in the afternoon. He will oversee you as you get ready for tonight.”

You felt nervous for the first time. Rappa smiled, taking note and gently placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to protect you.”

He laughed, turning to walk out of your room.

“Besides, Overhaul will kill me if anything happens to you. You’re too precious to him now.”

The door shut, leaving you sitting there with your mouth agape.

Precious?

***

While reading, you fell asleep. You woke up to someone softly shaking your shoulders.

“Are you alright?”

Dazed you sat up, the figure in front of you coming into focus. Overhaul was inches away from your face, mask on as his golden eyes peered down at you with concern in them. The close proximity had you blushing, and you pulled away slightly.

“Er, yeah. I’m okay, sorry for falling asleep.”

He pulled away, a slight frown on his face.

“No need to apologize. Come, we must get you ready.”

You were surprised that he offered out his hand. He always wore gloves, and right now was no exception. Hesitating, you took it, letting him pull you out of bed and leading you out the door. You were used to the walk to your bathroom, taking a sharp turn to the right but he kept walking forward.

“Um, where are we going?” you asked.

“My personal quarters.”

Heat flared throughout you. Was this . . . appropriate? Couldn’t he have sent someone to your room instead? A flurry of questions flooded your mind, keeping you distracted as he led you the rest of the way. Two men stood guard outside his door, greeting him with nods as they let you both pass. His room was neat, with white walls and plush, white carpet. A large king-sized bed was to the right, covered in a fluffy, white comforter and various comfy looking pillows. Two matching nightstands were on either side, adorned with lamps. Two large windows were on the opposite wall, letting in abundant sunshine. A desk sat in front of the windows, with documents and office supplies placed neatly on its surface. To the left, a dresser and bookshelf sat on either side of a door, which was where Overhaul was leading you.

The door opened to a luxurious bathroom. There was both a clawfoot tub and a large shower with a rain showerhead. You felt your chest tighten as he closed the door, locking it before clearing his throat.

“Since we will be in close proximity all night, I will directly oversee your hygiene. Please strip and get into the tub.”

He busied himself then with turning on the tub water, opening a cabinet and rummaging for bath soap. You watched his back, biting your lip as you realized you had two choices: strip, or be killed. With shaking hands, you pulled your shirt off before sliding off your sweats. Overhaul turned around, mouth open to ask you a question but snapping it shut upon seeing you in your undergarments. He swallowed slowly, trying to keep his eyes on yours but failing.

“Go on. The water won’t be hot for long.”

You took note of the slight quiver in his voice. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you unclipped your bra and slid your panties down your legs. You slowly approached the tub, waiting until you saw the bubbles forming and looking at Overhaul for approval. He merely nodded, and you gently stepped in.

The water was hot. You stifled a painful groan, slowly sitting down and trying to keep your body relaxed. Overhaul pulled a stool, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it neatly on a towel rack. He pulled his gloves off, draping them over the jacket before settling next to you.

“I’ll be gentle.”

You didn’t respond, keeping your eyes low. His hands threaded through your hair, gently loosening some knots before pulling it into a neat bun. Your breath got caught in your throat at the gesture. His hand dipped into the water, swirling the bubbles around. A bath sponge was produced out of the water, and he gathered bubbles on it before placing it on your shoulder. He inhaled a shaky breath, letting it glide across your collarbone before brushing against your chest. The material tickled you, and you bit your lip to hide any sounds. The sponge dipped towards your navel before rising again and passing your chest again. You were aroused, and you were ashamed of the fact. He gently pushed you forward, washing your back before dipping the sponge back in the water.

“Lower into the water.”

You slowly slid down, letting the bubbles get washed off. He washed the area again, lingering on your chest before resuming the same path as before. After rinsing, he instructed you to stand. You stood on shaky legs, flitting your eyes over to him quickly before looking straight ahead.

The sponge started at your navel, brushing across your hips before circling around to your lower back. You shuddered, biting harder on your lip as he returned to the front. He paused. You were about to turn your head to peer at him but he kept on, rubbing the sponge on your core.

“You . . . you need to be clean. Everywhere.”

You nodded frantically, trying hard not to press your thighs together. He kept on for a few more seconds before moving down your legs, circling around and washing your ass.

“Water.”

His voice was a whisper now. You sat back down, sinking a little lower to be safe.

“Up, angel.”

Angel.

Your head was spinning, and you blamed the hot water. He lingered on your hips, his free hand gently squeezing one before retracting. He brushed against your core, his wrist pressing against it before moving down your legs. You sank into the water when he asked, lifting your feet up so he could wash them quickly before asking you to stand. He handed you a towel, asking you to dry off while he cleaned the tub.

You waited by the door, trembling slightly as you watched him scrub furiously. The back of his neck was red, and you convinced yourself it was the heat.

Yeah. Just the heat.

***

The image in the mirror kept surprising you.

The hairdresser had left you with your natural hair, blow drying it to give volume at the top. The makeup was smoky, paired with an innocent pink lipstick. The dress that had been chosen was . . . sultry. It was a spaghetti strap, cut with a V to accentuate your cleavage. Expensive lingerie had been picked out, with a lace pushup making your boobs the center of attention. It cinched at the waist, a high slit ending at the top of your thighs. Black garters finished the look, peeking out through the slit.

Overhaul’s eyes went wide upon seeing you. Rappa grinned, showering you with compliments as he took his position beside you. The both of them were dressed in tuxedos, their hair neatly styled. Rappa had tamed his long hair, and it hung neatly to his shoulders. Overhaul’s hair, despite being short, had been slicked back slightly.

“You look fantastic,” he murmured.

The three of you rode in a private car with heavily tinted windows. Overhaul sat in the front while Rappa rode in the back with you. The ride was quiet; the only sound was the music playing softly in the background. Through the dark tint, you noticed you were driving away from the city and towards the warehouse district. You watched as the roads began to disappear, the car pulling off into what had once been some sort of shipping dock. The driver kept on before coming to a stop at a lone warehouse in the back.

“Rappa, you know the drill.”

He nodded, sliding out of the backseat and jogging around to open your door. He extended a hand out, grinning as he helped you out. Overhaul was waiting in front of his car, offering his arm politely to you. Rappa took his place behind the both of you, silent as he followed you inside.

The warehouse seemed inconspicuous at first, but as you entered you could faintly hear noise in the distance. The sound of your heels clacking echoed in the large expanse, your breaths coming out louder than usual. At the far end, a large stack of shipping containers were stacked around a door, where two men stood. Upon seeing Overhaul approach they nodded, opening the door and bowing.

The inside was far from what you expected black market events to be.

The hallway was lined with lanterns, glowing with a soft, orange light. The floor beneath you had lavish carpet, a deep violet color and soft under your feet. The three of you continued on towards a set of brick stairs, descending down towards jazz music. At the bottom of the stairs, a large room opened up, covered in round tables with dark tablecloths and jars filled with candles. People hung about, a few wearing masquerade masks to conceal their identity. Your heart dropped as you realized a few Pro Heroes, openly chatting with what you could only assume were villains.

Overhaul nudged you forward towards the bar. The bartender grinned, leaning against the counter as he took in your appearance.

“Well, well,” he beamed. “I never thought I would see the day you had a lovely woman on your arm, Overhaul.”

“Do you not recognize her?”

The bartender leaned in, studying your face before his eyes widened a fraction.

“No shit. That’s Deku’s little girlfriend!”

He leaned back, whistling.

“How did you bag her?”

“I kidnapped her.”

You bristled at the reminder. Right. You were here against your will.

Right?

“We have wares to view. We shall chat later.”

Just like before, Overhaul nudged you towards another set of stairs in the back. This hallway was lined with open doors, each one showcasing a wide variety of “goods”. You saw rooms upon rooms of weapons, drugs, and, to your absolute horror, people. Overhaul noticed your distress and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers before giving it a quick squeeze.

“Eyes forward,” he murmured.

The three of you went on towards the final set of doors, where Overhaul stopped in front of the only closed one. He knocked three times before entering. The League of Villains was waiting inside, heads snapping up and grinning upon seeing who was there.

“Well, well, well,” Shigaraki grinned. “We have business to discuss.”

***

Rappa had steered you away as Overhaul stayed behind to discuss business. You went back downstairs, sitting at a table while he hovered, eyes sweeping around you. Thankfully, after seeing who you had arrived with, no one dared to approach you. After about twenty minutes you were nervous, eyes flickering back to the staircase looking for Overhaul.

“Were you abandoned, little one?”

Rappa narrowed his eyes as a man came up to you. He was unfamiliar to you, but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. Swaying unsteadily on his feet he leaned in, leering at you as he licked his lips.

“You’re very pretty. I can show you a fun time, much more than that bird beak guy.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but he grabbed your hand. Rappa stepped in, trying to pull the guy off of you but failing. You wailed, the guy’s skin melding to yours as you realized he had some sort of attachment Quirk.

“Well, would ya look at that?” he slurred. “I guess you’re mine now.”

“You guessed wrong.”

The man was grabbed, Overhaul’s eyes alight with anger as he used his Quirk to disintegrate the drunkard. Your eyes went wide as his arm began to disappear, getting close to where you were connected before suddenly stopping. The pain in your hand dissipated, and you realized he was using his Quirk to reverse the pain.

“Are you alright?”

He gently pulled you to him, cupping your face as he gently brought your hand up. You were shaking slightly, nodding as he examined your skin.

“Thankfully he didn’t do any severe damage. Come, let us go. I’ve done what I needed to already.”

Overhaul let go of your face, and you realized suddenly that his hands were still bare from using his Quirk. He slid one hand down, settling on the small of your back. Heat flashed through you at the intimate gesture, and you found yourself leaning into him. The walk back to the car was, thankfully, without issue, and you were headed back in no time.

“Shall I escort her back to her room?”

Rappa had opened your door, raising an eyebrow at Overhaul who shook his head.

“No, I want to check on her hand again. You’re dismissed for the night. Thank you, Rappa.”

His hand resettled on the small of your back. When he opened the door to your room, you turned to look up at him.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said softly.

He shook his head. “I was just trying to protect you.”

It was silent for a moment while his eyes flickered down your figure.

“That dress looks, ah, complicated. Shall I help you out of it?”

Before you could think it through, you nodded. He stepped in, quietly closing the door behind him and locking it. You took note of that, arousal coursing through you as you walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it so you could remove your heels. Sighing, you rubbed your feet. Overhaul came to kneel in front of you, gently taking your feet and massaging them. You sighed in content this time, tipping your head back as you relished in the feeling.

Even though you had simply been by his side all night, there had been tension between the both of you. You blamed the bath with him earlier, but you had caught him glancing at you throughout the night. Even now, as he rubbed your feet, he was sneakily staring at your chest, eyeing the way your chest rose and fell.

“Let me unzip your dress.”

He sat beside you, gently sweeping your hair aside and grasping the zipper. It slowly slid down, his fingers lingering on your skin. You shivered, closing your eyes as you felt arousal forming deep within you. The dress fell from your shoulders, slowly falling before pooling in your lap. You heard Overhaul inhale at the sight of the lingerie underneath.

“Overhaul,” you whimpered.

His lips were quickly on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before sliding across your shoulder blades.

“Kai,” he whispered. “Call me Kai.”

You turned around, studying his face before kissing him. One hand cupped your face, the other grabbing your hair and gently tugging on it. You raised your hands to hold him but hesitated, knowing about his aversion to touch. Kai sensed your hesitation and pulled back, grabbing onto one of your hands and placing it on his crotch.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

You squeezed his bulge, releasing a low groan from him. Your hands moved up, pulling at this shirt to untuck it before unbuttoning it quickly and throwing it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours as you worked on his belt before slowly pulling his zipper down. There was a pause as you stared at each other, a silent way of asking for consent before continuing.

Kai stood to remove his pants, leaving him in his underwear. His erection was straining against it, causing more arousal to pulse within you. He gently pushed you back onto the mattress, and you crawled further back to settle on your pillows. The mattress dipped as he knelt on the edge, slowly making his way towards you. You felt fire burning your skin where his eyes landed, memorizing every dip and curve of your body and committing it to memory.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he murmured.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands grabbed yours, placing them beside your head as he interlaced your fingers. His bulge kept rubbing against you, creating delicious friction that just wasn’t enough. Your hips jerked up, seeking more but Kai simply chuckled, shaking his head as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“So impatient, hm?”

One of his hands let go to reach into his waistband and slowly pull his underwear down. His cock sprang out, thick with a neat trim at its base. Kai reached down to pump himself, and your stomach clenched when you saw he could barely wrap his own hand around it.

“Are you ready, angel?”

You nodded furiously, looking deep into his eyes as you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss him. You felt his cock head pushing against you, and you lifted your hips to help him slip inside. The initial stretch burned a little, and you tried to relax to help him ease inside.

“Relax,” he breathed, pressing a wet kiss to your temple.

You sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly felt your body relax. Kai groaned as he pushed further inside until he bottomed out and was pressed flush against you. He froze, panting above you as he allowed you to adjust to his thickness. When you were ready, you jerked your hips up.

Kai started off slow, pulling his hips back until just his tip was in before slamming into you. You gasped, squeezing his hands at the feeling as he repeated the motion. Goosebumps rose on your skin, with a shiver running down your spine at the feel of him stretching you out slowly. After a few thrusts, he began to pick up speed. His thrusts began to get rougher, and you felt your bottom beginning to get sore from the sheer impact of his hips.

But you didn’t care. Your mind was spinning at how good he was fucking you, and you wondered where he had been your whole life. You wrapped your legs around him, trying to put your feet up as high as you could. The changed angle had him hitting you even deeper, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out.

“Kai,” you panted. “Don’t stop.”

Your words spurred him up, and his thrusts were so fast your body couldn’t keep up. You felt your insides clench as your orgasm began to form, and Kai sensed it because he fucked you even faster.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you up and no one else will be able to do so. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, words failing you as the knot in you snapped and you came hard with a yell of his name. Kai kept on, riding you through your orgasm until you felt him spasming inside of you, followed by a surge of warmth. He shivered, nuzzling against your neck as he tried to relax his breathing. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of affection as he stared at your blissed out face.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.

“I’m all yours, Kai.”

***

The silence of the base was broken by the sound of a loud crash. A flurry of underlings ran towards the sound, Rappa among them to report back to Overhaul. He was quickly notified that the sound of the crash was the Pro Hero Deku, who had come to retrieve his long-missing girlfriend. The Shie Hassaikai leader was calm, dictating orders to his men and waiting patiently in his meeting room.

It didn’t take long before the young man had fought through the throngs of men, stepping into the room with a menacing glint in his eyes. Overhaul sat on the couch, arms spread lazily along the back of it. One leg was crossed, ankle neatly pressed against his knee.

“Well, it took you long enough.”

The resolve in Deku quickly crumbled upon noticing you. A slow grin tugged at Overhaul behind his mask, his hand coming up to rest gently on your head. You were sat on your knees at his feet, leaning into his touch and angling your head to smile up at him.

“But it took you too long. She’s all mine now.”

[deusvervewrites]

Extraterrestial: I assume that Midoriya is highly unamused by Earth's attitude toward technological progress?

He's kind of neutral about it. He thinks it's dumb but he doesn't have much investment in it

[catalysted]

act out : izuku midoriya

act one, scene two. “cast list”

y/n chuckled slightly as she set her phone on her desk, face down. she needed to start paying attention in class, after all, if she fails any classes, she can’t be in the play. she begrudgingly lifted her gaze up towards the board where her teacher stood, lazily flipping through a powerpoint slide. and of course, just as she decided to start paying attention, her phone starts going off. it buzzes at least four times, and embarrassingly, it takes a lot of strength for y/n not to flip her phone back over and see what’s going on. thankfully, she has at least some willpower and is able to successfully leave her phone alone for the last ten minutes of class.

“oh my goshhh you guys”, izuku stated, covering his face with his hands to hide the growing blush that was rapidly spreading across his cheeks. “it is so totally not like that!”

“i don’t know deku”, uraraka started with a sly smirk, “this girl you’ve never actually talked to randomly follows you on twitter almost immediately after you audition for the play she auditioned for, sounds like she thinks you’re cute.”

“you’ve conveniently left out the part where her friend, who is also my friend, tagged her in a tweet of mine.” he sighed, “she probably just wanted a new mutual.”

“i have to agree with midoriya, uraraka.” iida chimed in. “it doesn’t seem like there is anything to read into for this situation.”

“whatever.” uraraka pouted, “you guys are no fun.” she crossed her arms, playfully looking away from her friends to emphasize her “disappointment” with their disagreement. just as she turned, she heard the unmistakable ping of a twitter notification sound from izuku’s phone. “oh my god that’s her isn’t it?”

“oh please, i’m sure it’s probably not—“, izuku started, “oh it is her.”

“i told you!!!” uraraka yelled, immediately lunging for the boys phone.

“stoppp uraraka!! it was just twitter telling me she made a tweet!”

“ugh. that’s no fun.” uraraka slumped, going back to pouting again. as izuku read the newest y/n tweet, he laughed slightly, regaining uraraka’s attention. “what did she tweet, deku?”, she asked.

“here, you can read it.” he said, handing the pink-cheeked girl his phone.

“okay!!” uraraka said, jumping at the opportunity to use midoriya’s phone. after awhile, she finally finishes reading, and hands izuku’s phone back to him while giggling.

“see, now you know why i was laughing!” midoriya said as playful attempt at proving himself right.

“mhm! that y/n sure is funny!”, uraraka said, smiling.

“clearly you want to die” y/n said, poking her finger playfully into her best friends chest.

“i did not say that”. kaminari stated, purposely using a unamused tone. “clearly you suck at listening”

“yo rude” y/n scoffed, “and we’re supposed to be best friends.”

“come on kaminari,” kirishima chastised, “don’t be mean.”

“she literally said that i should die!?” kaminari exclaimed, laughing as he did. “clearly you are playing favorites.”

“GUYS!” y/n interrupted. “CAST LIST IS OUT!”

“who’d you get?” kaminari asked, leaning over to get a better look at y/n’s phone screen.

“I GOT MARTHA!”

“oh look! midoriya got mortimer!” kirishima grinned.

“oh damn…” y/n sulked slightly. “that means he has a love interest.”

“oooh who?” kaminari asked, eager for whatever drama might be about to ensue.

“some girl named hagakure.” y/n said.

“oh hey we know her!” kirishima said, looking to kaminari. “remember? she’s in our chemistry class.”

“oh right,” kaminari started, “she is isn’t she?”

“cool, great you know her. can you guys like give me the scoop on her? like is prettier, funnier or like in any way better than me?”

“oh stop y/n.” kirishima said. “you’re great, no need to worry about hagakure. i’m sure you can get midoriya to like you.”

“i didn’t even say that was what i wanted to do??”

“it’s obvious.”

with all the commotion caused by the released cast list, y/n had failed to see the twitter notification that someone had retweeted her tweet.

a/n: sorry this took so long.. i lowk do work full time and it’s just hard to find the time to write. in case you don’t recognize the cast list from the picture, the play that is mentioned in this fic is called arsenic and old lace! it’s one i did when i was in hs! i figured it would be easier to write about a play i participated in lol

taglist: @urfav-cupidon

[bnha-headcanonss]

suggestion :)

Dadzawa, unnamed bio daughter. Hizashis present as well (get it? I’m hilarious.), the house arrest boys mentioned. Love Dadzawa <3

Words: 838 (short one)

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Aizawa was beyond exhausted, as always. Something happened in the dorms last night and caused Bakugo to go apeshit about something Midoriya did, he went absolutely “off the walls rocker crazy” or whatever Kaminari said. Aizawa doesn’t remember, or care too much.

He approaches his front door, unlocks it, and walks in. It’s extremely quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Aizawa has a 14-year-old daughter, like most 14-year-olds, she loves to blast music when no one is home. There was no music, and her bedroom light was turned off.

“I’m home.” Aizawa shouts through the apartment waiting for an “okay!” or “how was work?” But nothing.

“Hello?” He yells out. Still no response.

He walks over to her bedroom, but no one’s there. He searches all through the apartment but it’s empty. No 14-year-old girl in sight.

Aizawa takes his phone out of his pocket and checks for any missed notifications. He’s urged her to understand the importance of communicating with him since there are so many villain attacks, something could happen to her and he needs to be aware as her father, obviously.

He rings her number, and it goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to set in, and he dials his go-to man Hizashi.

“Shouta! Wasn’t expecting a call from our number-one caller so soon! What’s the deets?!” Usual enthusiasm, expected, not necessarily appreciated, ever.

“I can’t find her. I got home and she’s gone. I tried calling her and it went straight to voicemail.” Aizawa clearly has panic set into his voice. Hizashi picks up on this and drops the bubbling energy.

“I’m leaving UA right now, meet up and we’ll look for her.”

Aizawa rushed out of his apartment and met up with Hizashi about 3 blocks from the school. They search in all the places Aizawa knows his daughter could be, but she isn’t in any of her usual spots. Aizawa goes to the police station and files an urgent report. Officers get sent out immediately.

The heroes find themselves back at Mic’s house. They’re both exhausted, with no sign of Shouta’s daughter anywhere. They need to recoup and think of a different approach, they go inside Mic’s house and immediately get hit with, sweetness?

The oven was on at some point today, chocolate fills the air. They head over to the kitchen and see chocolate chip cookies set out on the counter to cool off as well as a mountain of dishes in the sink. There’s a hum and faint voices coming from the living room, the gentlemen make their way over there, but not before Mic grabs a cookie. Aizawa gives him a sort of “what the hell man?” type of look. Hizashi follows it up with a “well what do you expect” look and an arm shrug. Shouta rolls his eyes and continues. The lights are off but they see both Shouta and Hizashis daughters curled up on the couch knocked out with some movie playing.

“You’re joking.” Aizawa says, unamused, in disbelief, but relieved.

“I guess they were here the whole time?” Mic questions.

“Appears so.” Aizawa flipped on the lights and crosses his arms. With the sudden burst of light, both the girls woke up.

“Oh hey dad, whatcha doin’ here?” His daughter stretches out of her sleep and yawns.

“You never let me know you left the apartment. Want to explain that?”

“Ohh you’re riiight. I’m so sorry, the movie we’ve been waiting foreverrr for just dropped and I rushed over. I totally meant to let you know.”

“And you happened to fall asleep?” Shouta looks at the television the back at his daughter.

“Well the movie finished a while ago. We just kept them going.”

“Don’t let that happen again, please. I thought something happened to you. Mic and I have been searching everywhere for you, I have to call the station and let them know you’re okay.” Aizawa warned, pulling out his phone.

“Okay, I’m so so sorry dad, really.”

“If you guys are done, we should head home. It’s dark and you have school tomorrow.”

“So do you. Yeah, let’s go.” She half-joked and proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the home.

The girls and fathers said bye to each other as Aizawa and his daughter proceeded to make their way home.

“How was your day though?”

“The boys were a mess today. Mostly Bakugo.”

“The house arrest boys?” Aizawa chuckled at the name.

“Yes, the problem children.”

“Do you think they’d ever get along? They’re always beefing. It’s funny, but it’s getting old.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were still at each others throats 10 years from now. Now get in the apartment.” They’ve reached their front door and make their way in.

“Again, I’m really sorry about tonight.”

“Just don’t let it happen again okay?”

“Promise!” She says with a big smile on her face and she makes her way to her room. Aizawa crashes on the couch and proceeds to lay there until he falls asleep. This happens often, although he has a comfier bed in his room, but to be fair anything has to be better than that sleeping back he uses in class.

[strugglingfloralclerk]

🤍White Day❤️

Summary: With Class 2-A taking bets on Todoroki Shoto's love life (again) a certain teleporter keeps her distance.

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If last year taught Taika Miri anything, more confessions of love and adoration were coming Todoroki Shoto's way for White Day. She never thought of Valentines Day as a brutal holiday until she saw how calmly Todoroki rejected his admirers. Not until she witnessed multiple girls walk away with wet faces and broken hearts. The memories of February fourteenth replayed in the background of her mind.

The first confession came from a young woman named Yoshino Kaiya, a third-year student in financial studies. She confessed to Todoroki in the brisk, foggy, morning. She was curvy and tall and radiated confidence. Yoshino presented Todoroki with a beautifully wrapped assortment of teas and mochi. Taika thought Yoshino spoke so eloquently too.

"I think you're amazing Todoroki-kun." Yoshino told him earnestly. "I would love to go on a date with you, if you're willing."

Todoroki bowed his head out of politeness, "Thank you, I am flattered but I am not interested in going out with anyone right now." Yoshino bowed her head back at Todoroki, then quietly walked away with a glum expression as a group of girls rushed out to offer her various words of kindness and support. Taika nearly found herself amongst the girls who offered Yoshino comfort.

There was also a cute, bubbly, blue haired first year by the name of Asakura Rin. Taika thought this first year was the bravest, since Asakura marched right up whilst Todoroki was deep in conversation with Bakugo and Midoriya.

Asakura held out a handmade Valentine's Day card, complete with red and white glitter and delicate, pink lace. She smiled brightly at Todoroki, deaf to Bakugo's insults for interrupting their conversation. "Todoroki-senpai," Asakura began, "I think you and I would be a good match, please go out with me."

Todoroki's expression was calm, he seemed civil but rather unamused. "Thank you for thinking of me, but I am unable to go out with you."

Asakura straightened her posture, thanked Todoroki for his time, then left. Her painted, manicured hands held unto the paper heart with melancholy and tenderness. Taika wondered how much time and effort Asakura put into the cutely homemade card for Todoroki.

After Asakura, there was a fellow second year student from the support course. Sugihara Kimiko had beautiful long, feathery eyelashes and delicate, swan-like features. Taika remembered Sugihara the most because of her blushing face and sweet demeanor. Sugihara approached Todoroki right as Aizawa dismissed the class from training. Her hands trembled slightly as she offered up a basket of baked cookies and chocolates to the fire and ice user. "T-these are for you, Todoroki-sama, I made them from scratch. I've had feelings for you for a while now a-and I hope you can accept my affection."

Todoroki rubbed the back of neck as his eyes shifted from the basket back to Sugihara. "You're very kind, but I am not looking for a relationship. Anyone else would be lucky to have you."

Sugihara nodded sadly at the rejection and as she retreated from Todoroki, Taika saw the tears that trailed down Sugihara's face.

Those three girls were not the only ones who worked up the nerve to confess to Todoroki Shoto either. There were more young ladies coming from every corner of the university campus to declare their affections for him. Yet, Todoroki rejected each one of them.

The sound of Mina practically sprinting down the stairs pulled Taika out of her thoughts.

"Place your bets, ladies." Mina quipped as she skipped energetically into the common area. "How many confessions will the Prince of UA get today?"

Taika quietly listened in on the guesses; her hands clammy as she sipped her first and last cup of coffee for the day.

"At most, ten." Tsu slapped down a ten-dollar bill into an empty jar that sat in the middle of the kitchen table.

Toru giggled and dropped a plump but small coin purse into the jar. "I say sixteen."

Denki placed a crumpled bill into the jar next, "I say twenty!"

The coffee in Taika's mouth suddenly tasted bitter at the thought of twenty more girls being rejected by Todoroki. Did he even remember Yoshino, Asakura, and Sugihara and their confessions? She wondered. These gentle, impeccably dressed, polite and bright girls seemed perfect to Taika. They seemed sweet and ultimately perfect for Todoroki, and yet he still dismissed their gifts and feelings.

If girls like that didn't have a chance with him, Taika was sure she didn't.

Momo leaned over to whisper to Taika, curiosity clouded her eyes. "Miri, did Todoroki mention-."

An invisible hand swiftly popped both Momo and Miri atop their heads with way too much vigor so early in the day. "No getting insider information from best friends!" Toru lightly scolded Momo and Miri with her typical amount mirth in the morning.

Even the universe was letting Taika know that's all she would amount to Todoroki. Truly, Taika was foolish for harboring deeper feelings for the young man. They were too different to make sense romantically; friendship was the only realistic outcome.

"I didn't even say anything though," Taika muttered into her coffee as she took another sip. "Also," She added once the caffeine hit her soul, "You guys know Todoroki doesn't feel comfortable about us making bets on his love life."

"I'm sure you can write that into your 'best man' speech when icy spice gets married." Bakugo gruffly teased with an ugly grin. "Huh, eggplant? Nice sentiments and whatever the fuck."

Yeah, the universe was making it explicitly clear of how stupid Taika was for her feelings.

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Todoroki quickened his pace as he cut through the crowded campus. The wind whipped around him as the sun hid behind grey clouds. Rain began to trickle from the sky. She was right within his reach when he decided to slow down.

"Taika," He called out to the purple haired girl. He instinctively took the umbrella from the teleporter and propped it right above them. The first time he tried to just hold the umbrella for her, Taika nearly punched him. She thought he was some random guy rushing at her. Todoroki learned to call out for the feisty beauty ever since then.

What he didn't realize was Yaoyorozu and Jiro also walked along side Taika before he rushed to her side. Whatever they were speaking about came to a sudden halt. Todoroki took a few seconds to study the teleporter's face to clue into the situation. His head titled to the right in curiosity.

"Well!" Jiro exclaimed as she grabbed Momo's arm and began to speed up, "Thanks for your notes, Miri! Talk later!"

Momo smiled warmly at Todoroki and Taika as she followed Jiro. "See you two at training."

The way Taika rolled her eyes was not lost on Todoroki. Jiro and Yaoyorozu wanted to gossip, and they wanted Taika to gossip with them.

"What was that about?" Todoroki was fairly certain he already knew what it was about. However, Taika seemed a little more guarded lately and he didn't know what was going on in her head. Her expressions, behaviors, and sometimes her words felt slightly off to him. Taika seemed vaguer. It almost felt like she was distancing herself from him, or like she was hiding something from him. Their text messages lessened in frequency since February; she skipped out on the last two movie nights with Sero and him; and she turned down his offers to help with kanji. Kanji, okay?

"Your love life." Taika looked over to the handsome young man holding her umbrella; her heart skipped a beat in her chest at the sight of him. Why was he so naturally chivalrous? She added, rather stiffly, "They were wondering how many confessions you've gotten so far."

Todoroki felt an odd, unknown feeling pool in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to talk about other girls when he was with Taika. It was already weird to have young women approach him with declarations of love when he didn't know them. Not to mention, there was the even weirder feeling of guilt that would gnaw at Todoroki when these girls confessed to him in Taika's presence. He felt insulted on his and her behalf. Todoroki couldn’t tell anyone why he took it as an insult on their behalf, but he did.

Quite frankly, this White Day was more aggravating than Valentines Day because the confessions prevented Todoroki from spending his time the way he wanted to. Again. He hadn't even gotten the chance to get Taika a gift for White Day yet. Sure, he handed out everyone else's gifts early, but he wanted more time to get something a little different for her.

He sighed in defeat. "Why does it matter if I don't accept their affections? Shouldn't it matter more if I do accept their confession? Shouldn't it matter if I like them back?" The falling rain softly tapped against the umbrella as the wind picked up with a vengeance.

Taika sensed Todoroki's frustration over the situation as she caught how he suddenly gripped the umbrella handle harder. "You're right." Taika told him firmly. "The number of confessions isn't important at all if the feelings aren't genuine or reciprocated." Concern wrinkled Taika's face as she smelled the scent of warm plastic. She went to grab the umbrella from Todoroki's hand, only for him to evade her touch.

"I can hold it for you." Todoroki told her as he fought against his body's natural urge to blush at her words. He liked that she understood him, even more, he was relieved that she backed up his feelings. Reassuring as ever, he thought as he adjusted the umbrella closer to Taika.

"Todoroki-kun." A new voice called out to the two hero program students.

Taika and Todoroki both tensed, but for different reasons.

"Sorry," Taika shot an apologetic look to the enchantingly stunning woman who stood before them with desire in her eyes and a box of chocolates in her hands. Taika didn't need to witness another heartfelt and gut-wrenching declaration of love. "I'll see you later, Todoroki." Taika announced as her eyes sought out shelter from the rain.

"But your umbrella-." Todoroki was met with the teleporter's sudden absence. Gone was Taika, gone was his sense of comfort and ease as this new girl began her confession. 

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"None of them?" Sero asked with a dumbfounded look slapped on his face. "Not even one of them?" He repeated with more intrigue as a bead of sweat trickled down his face.

"Are we surprised though?" Kirishima asked thoughtfully as he unzipped his training uniform. He'd have to text Mina later, even if there was nothing to report. The fire and ice user didn't state how many confessions he got today. "It's not like 'Roki is interested."

Todoroki's shoulders visibly dropped, and his already aching muscles contracted tighter. Mina, Toru, and Jiro had been teasing and prying for some kind of information during this training session. Their questions echoed in his mind: 'So, how many confessions today?'; 'Do we know any of the girls?'; 'Do you think you'll get more confessions later tonight?'; 'There are so many girls walking up to you and you don't want to date any of them?'

"Because I'm not interested." Todoroki expressed with an edge in his voice. If Kirishima or Sero experienced just how time consuming and tedious the situation was, Todoroki was sure they'd feel the same way he did. Inconvenienced.

Mineta decided to invite himself into the conversation; a feral look in his eyes as he imagined all the possibilities. "I'd have a date with a different girl every night. Monday for bookish girls, Tuesday for the tough girls, Wednesdays for the girly girls, Thursdays for the sexy ones, and Fridays for the goth girls-."

"No lady in her right mind would ever put themselves in a situation where they'd have to date you," Iida calmly informed Mineta before any more details were shared.

Midoriya's eyes fixated on the contents of his journal; the pages smudged with ink, pencil, sweat, and tears. He wrote a storm down onto the newest page. "You did reject a lot of gorgeous faces, Todoroki." He paled slightly as he recalled some of the pretty crying faces at Todoroki's rejection. "It was...something."

Kaminari nodded at Midoriya's words. The energetic young man let out a low whistle as he recalled one particularly pleasing face. "Sakamoto Mai."

Sero's jaw dropped; Kirishima's eyes widened; and Midoriya dropped his pencil. All three hyper focused on Todoroki now; surprise and confusion in their expressions.

"Pick your jaws up from the ground." Todoroki scolded as he gathered his toiletries. He wasn't even sure which face belonged to Sakamoto; they all blurred and blended after a while. However, since they were on the topic of beauty, Todoroki found beauty was curls of long, purple hair, glowing brown skin, cocoa-colored eyes, and a dimple adorned smile.

"Besides, what's the point if I don't like the person back?" Todoroki challenged, a pensive look on his face. "Taika said-."

Bakugo barked in an aggravated manner. He rolled his eyes at the stupid half and half boy. "Jesus. Fuck. We get it, you put a lot of stock into Taika's opinions. Fast forward to how many confessions you got."

Todoroki's eyes narrowed in defiance. "No." He didn't want to talk about this anymore. He also did not like the tone Bakugo took when he uttered Taika's name. "As far as you know, I've gotten no confessions." Todoroki decided then and there that if he did not accept the young women's gestures of affection, then their declaration of love did not count at all.

"Well, as far as you know," Bakugo bit back with a smug grin, "A little froggy told me that you're up to eight confessions so far."

The door to the men's locker room swung open; a disgruntled Shinso complete with a soft grimace and tired eyes trudged into the room. He pointed out toward the hallways of the training arena, "Hey, Todoroki, there's a girl looking for you again."

Irritation and impatience shot through Todoroki as he placed his items down and begrudgingly walked out to the hallway to get another confession over and done with. 

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In hindsight, Taika should not have indulged her curiosity. She should have been her 'no-nonsense' self and told the other girls of class 2-A that they were being collectively weird about this. But no. She was so morbidly intrigued that she didn't have the strength to resist looking at insta profiles of certain girls who approached Todoroki. She couldn't tear her eyes away as they all viewed one profile after the next.

"There!" Tsu pointed at Toru's screen. "Her! That Chihiro!" Torinaga Chihiro was an English lit major with silver hair styled into a pixie cut and pastel pink eyes. Her hobbies included flower arrangements, going to cat cafes, and practicing the piano. She and Todoroki would have gotten along great due in part to their likeness for cat cafes, Taika thought with a shallow sigh as they looked at Torinaga's page.

"She's so pretty," Ochako commented as she looked over Toru's shoulder to get a good look of the new face on the screen.

"She's pretty and she's been rejected." Mina chimed in quickly as she smoothed a berry scented lotion methodically across her pink skin. "Next girl, go."

Koyama Akiko's Instagram was filled with pictures of her judo trophies, ribbons, medals, and self-help books recommendations. There were also some tasteful pictures of Koyama in lingerie for a sponsorship promo. According to Momo, Koyama came from old money and from the finest stalk of the Japanese aristocracy too. Taika's head spun hard at that fact.

"Maybe that's enough," Taika said as she averted her gaze away from Toru's phone screen. Her insecurity was on red, high alert and it had been such a long time since she felt small and inadequate…All because she stupidly allowed herself to like some boy.

"Just one more!" Toru squealed as she typed in another name into the search bar. Her legs kicked out excitedly as she bounced on the locker-room bench. "Training's done and we have thirty more minutes before they close the building."

That's when Sakamoto Mai's profile page loaded up. Sakamoto was perhaps one of the most beautiful women Taika had seen. Wavy, red, silken hair, a long, elegant neck, and eyes of pure jade. Sakamoto posted a lot of pictures of her family's tea shop (Momo and Ochako highly recommended stopping by one day as their tea is delightful). There were posts about Sakamoto's beloved orange cat; her favorite books (some of which Tsu noticed were also Todoroki's favorite); and Sakamoto shared her love for creating new ramen and soba recipes too.

In Sakamoto, Taika saw someone kind and patient and bright. If Todoroki saw Sakamoto, he'd probably think the same thing. Sakamoto was literally his dream girl; Taika was sure of it. No way did he turn down someone as ethereal as Sakamoto. Taika could handle being around Sakamoto if Todoroki brought her around. Taika's heart felt heavy at the thought of Todoroki dating, but Sakamoto seemed like a good fit for him. If Todoroki was off dating and courting Sakamoto, then Taika could take her feelings, pack them away, and completely focus on her grades and scholarship and her family.

With her heart sinking like lead down into the depts of her body, Taika put on a brave face. "Sakamoto would be a good-." Mina interrupted Taika with a bored and calm tone of voice. The pinkette was now focused on her nails. "Todoroki already rejected her."

Taika wanted to take Toru's phone and throw it across the locker room. The most perfect girl for him, out of the already impeccable line up of other perfect girls, already got rejected by him. Maybe Taika didn't understand him at all. Maybe she wasn't as close to Todoroki as she believed.

Momo leaned over to whisper into Mina ears, Toru and Ochako were already typing a new name into the search bar. The other girls also waited in anticipation to see the next profile load up.

"This is ridiculous," Taika pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Why the hell was she putting herself through this? She was being an even bigger fool by scrolling through strangers' profiles. Did she enjoy feeling like shit about this? Was that why she kept comparing herself to random people?

"I'm going back to the dorms for dinner," Taika announced like an impatient child over the new chatter about a new, gorgeous face. She had enough self-inflicted emotional trauma; her body was sore from pushing past its comfort zone today; and she was getting tired.

"Uh-huh," Mina nodded along as Momo whispered something into her ear. "Bye, Taika-babe." Taika didn't know if she needed to roll her eyes or laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Rain fell harder under the cover of dusk and clouds of dark grey and the wind gave an unholy, shrill howl.

"Well...shit." She took in her surroundings and promptly realized that there were no free, abandoned umbrellas she could take now. There was also a lack of campus newspapers Taika could have used as a makeshift shield from the rain. The wind spoke abruptly, its scream caused chills to break over Taika's skin. The cold spring rain of Japan could never compare to lukewarm spring rain of Retesuwa. No way was she running all the way back to the dorms.

"Fancy meeting you here." A familiar and friendly voice approached her as a lazy grin broke across his face. A large part of Todoroki was extremely relieved to run into Taika. For a second, he was worried Taika was someone else. He was happy for a moment alone, a small encounter that felt much like a serendipitous event since he still had something that belonged to her. Taika’s heart jumped into her throat from her chest.

Todoroki's lazy grin had her smiling back softly in response. "Hey, Todoroki."

Todoroki looked out at the heavy rain and dark skies, "Would you like me to walk with you?" His eyes glued on Taika and her pretty lips. He could count on one hand how many times Taika's lips alone distracted him during training. He quickly opened the umbrella and gestured for Taika to stand on his left side.

Taika chuckled at him, "I mean, it is my umbrella you're holding."

Embarrassment nipped at Todoroki as their arms brushed against each other. Still, with their physical closeness, Todoroki felt that Taika wasn't being forthcoming about something. He sensed it in the way Taika's gaze didn't fully meet his. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he briefly wondered if Valentines Day and White Day had Taika feeling lonely. Maybe that was the cause of her changed behavior? He read somewhere that young ladies sometimes felt sadder during the so-called season of romance.

Was that Taika though? She never struck him as the type to feel strongly about Valentines Day or White Day. Todoroki gently pushed his elbow into Taika's side, his stomach burned with a fuzzy sensation. He yearned to know what changed. "Are you okay? You feel distant."

Taika frowned as self-shame radiated from her head down to her heels. "I've been busy with training and our assignments." The lie was so glaringly obvious, it would be a miracle if Todoroki didn't see right through her.

"Well, there's busy and there's being absent." Hurt evident in Todoroki's voice. Was training and homework so much more interesting than him?

Taika inwardly winced at his words. She was making herself absent, scarce, and unavailable...but she never meant to hurt Todoroki. Truth be told, Taika thought Todoroki would just immediately latch onto Sero or Midoriya and not even question her absence. She just wanted to not feel like a foolish, lovesick girl. Even now, with them huddled close together from the rain, she had the faintest hope that maybe this meant more.

Taika refused to entertain her silly, little fantasies. She needed to get a grip and get over herself. She was needlessly hurting Todoroki over feelings she'd never have the balls to confess.... No matter how much she liked Todoroki, the cost of their friendship wasn't worth it. That was crystal clear to her now.

"Grades are important, but there's more to life than that." Todoroki sounded like he was scolding her, not in a playful manner, but more so in the traditional sense of the word. "I'd still make time for you, Taika, even with training and extra assignments."

No truer words had ever been spoken in that moment. Todoroki ignored an agency obligation in favor of spending time with Taika, and Taika alone. To say Endeavor was displeased over that would be more than an understatement.

"I-." Taika felt like she was going break under Todoroki's intense gaze. She didn't like lying to him, but she wasn't going to tell him the truth. "I was reviewing future chapters for our quirk theories and applications class."

Todoroki halted; his face wrinkled subtly in concern. That didn't sound like Taika at all, or at least to him, it didn't.

"You?" He emphasized pointedly, "You needed to review quirk theories and applications?"

Taika shrugged uncomfortably. "I'm trying to stay on top of our class assignments."

Anxiety cut right through Todoroki the way the cold wind cut through the tree branches that shook above their heads. "Is it your scholarship? Are you at risk of losing it?" If Taika left...No, he didn't want to think about that.

"I'm in good academic standing, Todoroki." Taika admitted with her eyes focused on ahead. "I just don't want my grades to slip. Aizawa did say our lessons would get more rigorous throughout the year."

Todoroki looked pensively at Taika. He knew something was up with her from the way her eyes averted his, a glum expression on her features, and the way her lips fixed into a frown. She never lied to him before-or at least-Todoroki didn't think so...Taika was a lot of things, but he didn't believe her to be a liar. Closed off and guarded, yeah, but his Taika wasn't one to lie. The rain quieted down, the wind came to stop, and Todoroki's mind jumped to the absolute worst-case scenario next.

"Are Auntie and Uncle sick?" Todoroki wondered out loud. "Or did something else break in the house that's thousands of dollars to fix?"

A dry, short chuckle escaped her. Please, no more broken water heaters and faulty breaker boxes-Taika prayed to whichever god who cared enough to listen. Her bank account just barely recovered. "No. Everything's good back in Retesuwa." Taika could see the vague outline of their dorm building from where they stood on the pathway.

If everything was good in Retesuwa, why did he still feel like his friend wasn't being truthful? "Then what's wrong, Taika?" His concern bordered too close to panic. Taika spent less time with him, they weren't texting as much anymore, and Todoroki could sense Taika's distance the way he could sense a change in temperature. "What's going on with you?" His voice earnest and his heart pounded loudly as he awaited her reply.

I like you-that's what's wrong, Taika thought. I like you and I know.... I know this wouldn't work out. Taika steeled her nerves and mentally prepared to tell Todoroki more lies in order to protect their friendship.

"I'm exhausted," Taika breathed out. "I feel like I have a ton of responsibilities on my plate, and I am exhausted." Now, she could add sick to her list of symptoms as the guilt of lying to Todoroki blossomed inside of her.

 "Only exhausted?" He leaned in much closer toward the teleporter, and the tempting but faint scent of honeysuckle nearly pulled his body even closer toward hers than necessary. Where exactly did that new urge come from, Todoroki blanked momentarily.

"I'm exhausted and overwhelmed, and-." Her heart urged her to be open, her mind urged her to focus on what needed to be done. "I'm exhausted and overwhelmed and I really just need to take a nap before I go crazy."

Todoroki purposefully narrowed his eyes at her, one eyebrow arched inquisitively, and there was an ever so faint frown on the corners of his lips.

'Is that all?'-a pair of mismatched eyes asked as they investigated pools of rich brown. 

Taika merely nodded 'yes’; her features twisted into an apologetic pout. Her face warm as Todoroki looked down at her intently. She was glad the embarrassment and shame that boiled within her spirit didn't fester in a blush on her skin. Those little, white lies would catch up to her, she was sure of it. However, on the chance that the lies stayed safely hidden, Taika would be completely fine with that too.

The half hot, half cold student's gaze softened with sympathy and warmth for the teleporter. He wasn't completely convinced that Taika was merely exhausted, but he didn't want to press on and bicker about nothing. However, he did miss her presence in the days that passed, and it was only fair they spend some time together tonight. To make up for such an inconvenient, bothersome day- Todoroki rationalized.

"I'll ask Fuyumi if she still has some of that relaxation tea blend you like." He told Taika in a hushed, gentle tone. The scent of honeysuckle momentarily paralyzed his inhibitions; his left arm settled comfortably along her shoulders. "I'll get you some medicine too, in case you may be getting sick."

Taika allowed herself to lean into the pull, her body thankful for the extra heat. Always a gentleman, Taika thought as the wind picked back up. She appreciated Todoroki's offer, but based principal alone, she knew she couldn't lie to him and then turn around and accept his kindness. She was raised up poor and rough, but that didn't mean she had zero morals.

"That's not necessary," The purple haired beauty commented sternly; her heart burned in secret adoration for Todoroki. Her eyes aglow with a subtle glint of dejection. "I wouldn't want you to go out of your way for me."

Todoroki was equally as determined and stubborn as the teleporter. "Well, good thing I'm not doing what you want, Taika." He informed her with a charming yet smug half-grin. "Besides, I insist." The mental map of his errand run was complete, so he was set. Todoroki would get Taika the relaxation tea blend, some medicine, those sour strawberry and raspberry gummi worms she liked, and coconut water on the chance she wouldn't want tea later.

Taika disagreed and it seemed so did the weather as the rain began to pour again. They both walked a little faster to get out of the rain, both huddled a little closer too even as they reached the porch and walked through the common area. 

"Todoroki, I don't-." Taika didn't get any other words out beyond that 'don't'. Todoroki interrupted his friend with an assertive edge in his voice.

"Taika, I am going to do this for you. I'll meet you at your dorm room later." Taika's heart slammed hard against chest; she felt warm all over and momentarily speechless to her core at the tone of his voice.

It is only when she reached the comfort of her dorm room, does a surprised laugh escape out from her lips at his sudden and unexpected boldness. With Todoroki's decision set in stone, who was Taika to disagree with their plans for the night?

[eris-snow]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, pain, discovery, pain

Masterlist

July 12th. Tit for tat.

“T-Trespass?” Izuku stutters, eyeing the rickety sign that had been eroded with acid rain. “W-We really shouldn’t, we’re supposed to be heroes—”

“Oh, cap it, Midoriya, we’ve done this more times than you’ve broken your bones. If they really wanted us out of here, they’d have chewed us out years ago.” You swing yourself over the gate, and hoist the picnic basket with you. Your hair falls, and the grin that you give him is every bit more genuine than he’s ever seen you before.

Every step closer to this mysterious haven had your shoulders easing and your face glowing with more and more colour. It makes him more determine than ever.

“I’ve been here with you?”

He knows that he's been here with Kacchan. When they were little, Katsuki had led his jerk squad straight into the forest without fear or regard. He’d idolised his friend so much back then, that he’d simply followed along with starry eyes because he didn’t want to be left out. Now, he was being led back into the same forest by a girl whom he was supposed to know. (Bye, bye character growth.)

Excellent sense of self-preservation, if he does say so himself.

“Every week,” you clip. “Plus, this area wasn’t barricaded back then, so it was easier to access.”

Arching an eyebrow, Izuku folds his arms. “Isn’t that a sign that they want to keep us out?”

You give him an unamused expression, and raise an eyebrow. Eyes glimmer, you smirk, as if daring him to play with fire. “Come on, Izuku. Do you want to see the clearing or not?”

Hands clenched in fists. You see steel settle in Izuku’s eyes, mouth set into a thin line. There’s not a movement wasted, all efficiency, a void of struggle as heclimbs over the barrier with ease. Landing on his feet, he dusts his hands against his shorts, and gives you a beautiful smile/

“Let’s go.”

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It’s the Polaroid in his pocket and his visions come to life. Wild Forget-Me-Nots scatter across the field, crystal blue water in the lake nearby. Fine grass that tickles his ankles, and the weeping willow tree that grows big and strong. He’s never been here, he swears he hasn’t, but the feeling of déjà vu tells him otherwise.

Take me, where the grass is always green, where the water always runs clear. Take me, back to our past, to where your memories remain frozen in time.

He looks around, and tries to picture it. Little versions of himself and you playing tag in the field, each age a different branch you’re able to grab until both of you can climb the weeping willow with ease.

You’d climb, because you loved scaling things like a monkey, and Izuku would watch, making sure you wouldn’t fall. He smiles at the image he created, and pockets it in the back of his mind.

You spread the picnic mat out with practised ease, opening the basket to reveal two lovely bentos that you made from scratch. He swipes it out of your hands before you can change your mind.

“Childish.”

“You make good bentos,” He huffs. He still remembers that one charity event where Kacchan and you whipped up meals for 100 children in an orphanage. It felt straight out of a reality TV, and as an avid watcher of MasterChef junior, he will admit he got a little teary-eyed when you and Kacchan surprised the class with lunch too because the caterer’s truck broke down.

Even so, as both of you quietly devour the bentos, there’s nothing but a dull hum in his mind.

He didn’t expect this, not in the slightest. He’d prepared, both mentally and physically for the onslaught of memories and pain, but the skull-squeezing agony never arrives. Neither do the memories. 

Failure tastes like bile up his mouth, and no matter how well you stir-fried the vegetables or how tender your beef is, it can’t erase the failure he feels for failing you. Izuku can’t say he’s not disappointed, and he can see it in your eyes, the way they dim when he looks at you.

Your eyes are searching, your gaze hungry for recognition, and you’re always able to discern truth from lie. It’s a marvellous skill, but it makes Izuku feel like glass as you see straight through him.

It’s a battle you need to win alone.

Your perfectly cooked beef tastes sour in his mouth.

Why? He thinks miserably, can’t he be stronger than this?

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Izuku’s surrounded by ice blue, and it takes him a couple of seconds to identify where he is.

A dream? He shakes his head. Can’t be, he never fell asleep.

He turns again, and smashes into a wall. His poor nose flares in pain, and Izuku takes a second to rebalance before readjusting himself to properly stare at the obstruction.

It’s looming, like a symbol of impending doom, but unlike the first time he saw it, there’s an ugly crack on it that runs all the way down to the pitch-black void. Behind it, there are windows and windows of moments captured in time.

It doesn’t take a neurosurgeon to figure out where he is in his mind.

A flash of green, and he’s pounding his fists against the wall with all his strength. One For All doesn’t work, so Izuku summons the power of his raw strength and rams himself against the wall. Nothing enlarges the crack, and nothing breaks the wall down.

Come on, there has to be a way.

“Let me in!” He roars, slamming his body into the towering barrier.

It doesn’t budge, and instead ignites pain like a lighter on birthday candles. Slumping to the black of the void, he shakes in rage and helplessness. 

Katsuki is depending on him. You’re relying on him, and all he’s taking is defeat after defeat. 

He can’t even break a wall right.

“Please…” He whispers, voice cracking. The monster stirs the pot, and Izuku tumbles in it. “I don’t know what else to do.”

Watch me crumble.

Watch me break.

Not knowing what else he needs to do isn’t an excuse. It means he just isn’t working smart enough.

Izuku pulls himself to his feet, eyes watering with tears as he prepares himself for the impact he’s going to inflict on himself again…

…when words flicker on the wall, carved in bright light.

My Quirk isn’t very strong.

Izuku stumbles in surprise, and falls against the wall with a thud. The writing sears itself into the obstruction, and it stares at him like a guiding hand.

Izuku grasps onto it, because it’s all he has.

Tit for tat, this for that. A brother for a brother, and pain for bits and scraps.

The writing is painfully vague, so Izuku reads on.

You want to find your memories? I understand. My Quirk is simple, very simple. Pain is not worth the weight of knowledge. Your trade is insufficient.

Try again.

Izuku’s breath hitches at the words. That’s when, the ground shakes, and a voice brings light to his surroundings. The wall fades as it’s bathed with light, and the last thing Izuku sees, it’s the words. that wash out with colour.

Try again.

“Mido…”

“Midoriya…!”

“Midoriya!”

The lake greets his gaze as he snaps out of his daze. “W-W-What? Is everything okay?” He sputters, glacing around with muscles taunt with anticipation.

Villains? Where?

“Calm down, worrywart, just us.” You say, rolling your eyes. His eyes snap up to see you sitting on a tree branch above as you sketch something in the notebook in hand. “Did something happen? You spaced out there for an abnormally long time.”

“Y-Yeah…” He says, running a hand through his curls. Thoughts swarm, and the words he’d seen are seared in his mind like a tattoo.

Your trade is insufficient.

Try again.

“Yeah.” He whispers, voice falling.

“I’m fine.”

[xgummibearx]

Sick day pt2

Aizawa x (F) reader 

Intro: So, ya’ll really liked this one! I have had some requests for a part two so here you go! I was hoping to have this for Valentine’s day but you know what? Not everyone is able to celebrate that day so let’s work around that.  summary: After taking care of Aizawa, he wants to make things up to you. 

Warnings: None, tooth rotting FLUFF. 

---

“You sure you will be okay?” (--) asked, puling up to the dorms. Aizawa nodded, undoing his seatbelt.

“Yes, I’m still a little under the weather...Nezu has me practically court ordered to rest for the rest of the week.” He sighed. “All Might is covering home room for the time being so I’m gonna have to deal with the aftermath of him spoiling them...” Aizawa added, looking a little extra unamused at the thought. (--) smirked. 

“Well, I think you’re a little tough one them sometimes...you have an amazing class.” She smiled gently. “Those kids have a lot of respect for you, you should be proud.” Shota bowed his head politely as he opened the door. 

“You have a point there...but still, if these are going to be heroes they need to know now what’s at stake, the pressure will only increase as they move forward.” (--) reached over to take his hand. 

“I think you forget how much these kids have gone through.” She turned her head a little, trying to meet his eyes. He looked so lost in thought, and even he was too tired to hide the worry in his face. “Those kids have seen more in their first semester as students than most heroes see on patrol in their first year.” He chuckled. 

“You got a point there too.” He looked over. “It’s selfish but...I suppose my own worries cloud my judgement.” Shouta got out of the car and stretched a little. “I guess I really do need the time off.” 

(--) couldn’t help but laugh, starting up her car. “No one needs this more than you.” She waved to him, pulling away to leave him staring at the back of the car. 

---

The weather was chilly, and (--) could see the students whispering. Love was in the air, and valentine’s day was approaching. Pink and red were everywhere, even some of the teachers were talking about plans for the big day. (--) however, didn’t have much on her mind as the day drew nearer, and she eventually found herself alone in her apartment that night. 

She poured herself some tea, gently inhaling the fragrance as she wrapped herself up in a warm knitted cardigan. Soft music played from her laptop as she finished her tea and fell asleep in her cozy living room. Peaceful, and content. 

It had been nearly a week since she had helped Aizawa in the hallway when she heard a somewhat familiar, hesitant soft tap on her office door. She didn’t look up from her notes just yet, spinning around in her chair. “Midoriya, I am afraid that Recovery Girl isn’t due back from her break for a few more minutes but I’m sure I can-” She looked up, raising her brows. It wasn’t the familiar sight of Izuku but rather, Shouta. “Oh! Hello!” She smiled, putting down her notebook. A small flutter of excitement rippled in her stomach. Why was she so excited to see him? She wondered for a moment but it was swiftly forgotten as he stepped in, holding something behind his back. “You know I admit I am relived to report that I have not seen Midoriya for a few weeks now, I think it might be a new record.” He chuckled softly. 

“He’s come a long way.” Shouta shifted to the side, still not revealing what was behind his back. He swallowed the lump in his throat, the now likely crumpled roses behind his back felt clammy from his sweaty palms. “Speaking of your...well, remedial skills...” He tried to stand a little straighter. “I, wanted to thank you again for all your help and well.” He handed her the roses, pink and white. They looked so delicate in comparison to his rough hands. “And with these comes a question.” He took a quick deep breath as (--) carefully took the roses. “Would you allow me the pleasure of taking you out for dinner tonight? Nezu...well, is allowing me to teach but has still requested I refrain from night patrols for another week...” (--) smiled, standing up with the roses in hand. 

She leaned over, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “I would love that.” He stood a little too stiffly, silently lifting his goggles to his eyes in hopes that it would hide his face. (--) giggled, leaning a little closer. “You look a little red...are you sure you’re no longer feverish?” He cleared his throat. 

“I am not.” 

[geminai-ramblez]

MONOMA: *outside of school and talking to a 'friend'* Okay so, the Pythagorean Theorem is...

MIDORIYA: *jumps Monoma* Heya! Monoma! ;D

THE FRIEND: *screams in terror catching everyone's attention* OMG IS THAT THE SERIAL KILLER: YUUTO?!

MIDORIYA: *blinks unamused at the friend* You blind or something?

MONOMA: *bonks Midoriya's head* He's not a serial killer.

ALSO MONOMA: He just needs therapy.

[pinkykats-place]

BKDK Mermaid AU Mer Bakugo x Human Deku Ⅱ

AO3 NSFW Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All contain mature content. Read tags.

Art work is not mine.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

A Salty Distraction by Viridian_Sunset

Summary: Deku has a shitty day at work and finds comfort in his mermaid friend.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

One Fish, Two Fish, Half Fish, Marine Biologist by RandomFandoms65000

Summary: Izuku was ten years old when he met Katsuki aka a merman that the aquarium called Dynamight. As Izuku aged the merman never left the back of his mind it was one of the reason why he decided to become a marine biologist. He not only wanted to because of his love for salt and fresh water creatures, but to study Katsuki's species. Merfolk were rare and well the more they talked the more Izuku fell in love with the merman. Maybe he had always loved him.

Complete | 20 Chapters

Rated - Mature

Specks of Gold Against the Ocean's Waves by Serah_chan

Summary: While enjoying the light of the full moon, Katsuki Bakugou, an orange tailed merman, crosses paths with a handsome surfer with freckle littered cheeks. While he's not supposed to interact with the human, there's something about them that draws the merman to get close and ignore all boundaries.

“Huh, he’s kinda good looking for a human.” Katsuki muses, feeling the annoying itch of curiosity push him towards getting a better look. He wonders if he can observe him from down below as he takes on the waves, catch glimpses of him as he falls back to the water. Human eyes weren’t exactly the best anyway, so he shouldn’t have to worry about being seen... right?

Complete | 19 Chapters 

Rated - Mature

I’ve Got You, Stupid Human by GreenEyesSublime

Summary: The mysterious man swam the last few feet to the rock. Putting his hands up on the edge, he hauled himself out of the water with a flourish. Izuku watched in awe as first a toned, muscled chest emerged from the water and then a tight pack of abs followed by a dangerously sharp v-cut pointing downwards towards a...tail?!

— — —

Or, human!Izuku has been cleaning the beach for weeks and merman!Katsuki is tired of just watching. 

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

A Salty First Kiss by DarkMachi, Iwacakes

Summary: Izuku Midoriya's family beach trip went awry when an attempted act of heroism lets to an unexpected first.

Jumpcut to twelve years later: Izuku was struggling to stay afloat when his stepfather threw him a chance. What was meant to be a reprieve turned into something else entirely when he finds someone washed onto the beach. A memory he should have buried long ago, a kiss he could never forget, and a debt he could now repay.

Or.

What do you do when you have an angry Merman in your bathtub that speaks a different language?

Or.

What do you do when a stoopid hooman rescues you and then proceeds to start courting with you?

Complete | 101 CH | Contains Smut

Wavelength by gardengalaxy

Summary: Izuku practices surfing away from prying eyes, knowing he will have lots of attention on competition day. But what if he's already caught someone's interest?

One Shot | Trans Deku 

Rated - Explicit

A Breathless Song by chibicharlie95

Summary: Izuku loves the sea, so much so that he can never seem to part with it... But will he become a part of it? A siren's song in the middle of a storm may help him to find the answer.

One Shot | NSFW

what the water gave me by twinstarsies

Summary: "It's like I'm challenging fate," he says to a hermit crab he finds tucked into a crevice in the rock. "I'm daring it to knock me into the water just to show me who's boss. At this rate, it's probably going to win." 

"Something's gonna knock you into the water, alright, but it won't be anything as nebulous as fate," a voice says, tone wholly unamused. 

Izuku startles so hard that he forgets to use his quirk to catch himself as he slips from his perch on the rock into the ocean. 

— — —

Izuku goes on a forced vacation and meets the love of his life.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Contains Smut | Trans Midoriya

Call of the Siren by Gemsom

Summary: Izuku always imagined that sirens sang their victims into the water, and that their helpless victims could do nothing to resist. He almost wished that was the case.

Every time his captain’s ship crossed the narrow sea, Katsuki came to see him. The siren's friendship seemed so genuine, but Izuku was smart enough to know that the creature was sweet talking him to his death. Katsuki never denied it either - asking over and over for Izuku to offer his life.

Of course, Izuku had no way of knowing that the siren planed to give him a new one in return.

Incomplete | 9/18 Chapters | NSFW

Last Updated Jan. 2023

[lance-space-mommy]

I'm Sure You Regret Kidnapping Me

Midoriya was never one to miss school. Even if everyone made his life at Aldera Junior High hell, he still managed to show up. Midoriya’s presence was expected to say the least. When Midoriya didn’t show up for school, everyone knew something was wrong.

The teacher announced Midoriya was missing and there would be an investigation held. Any information about who was the last person to see him would be vital. They were hoping students would come forward to help.

Before that could happen the projectors in every class turned on and all other devices were shut down. Teachers were freaking out. They knew it wasn’t a power outage as the screen was on, but they didn’t want to accept the other possibility; That they were in the middle of a villain attack.

A slightly blurred video started playing. It was fuzzy, but everything could still be clearly made out. On the screen were two teens seeming to be in the middle of something serious. One looked around their age while the other looked like they were in high school. The younger had short brown hair and mysterious markings on his body. The older person had long, dark blue hair twisted into a braid. She had very flashy jewelry as well as stunning piercings.

The teacher was trying to take control of the laptop, even stepping out to ask other teachers if they were having the same issues. The school speakers also didn't seem to be working as they weren't getting any messages from the Dean of the school.

"This is taking too long," announced the girl, running her fingers through her bangs.

The guy sighed in defeat, looking at some object in his hands. "Shit, you're right. We need-."

The two looked at each other, seeming to both come to the same conclusion. Either they forgot something or realized what they needed to do to accomplish their goal.

The adults and the students didn't understand what was going on. For all they know, they were being pranked. They didn't know the people they were watching and whatever the duo was doing wasn't clear. Bakugo was unamused, his arms crossed as he glared at the screen. A couple of students were talking amongst themselves with hushed voices.

The two rush out of the room and the camera switches to the next room they enter. They are in the hallway now and the area they are in is humongous but low quality. The halls look like they never got past the spackling faze. The drywall was exposed along with spackling paste covering cracks and screws. The corridor was long and tall, showing it was a big hallway. They rush to a cracked door and the camera switches.

Aldera Junior High turns into a trainwreck when they see Midoriya appear on the screen.

The two look nervous upon entering, staying wary.

That got the teachers and Midoriya's classmates to freeze. There was no way the push-over crybaby Midoriya made people uneasy. Soon the school was just as nervous as the duo on the screen was.

"Midoriya?" called out the girl bravely, her voice very soft.

"Hey, Midoriya. We uh-," stammered the boy, looking at the girl for encouragement.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, only for no words to come out. She had to retry, finally managing to speak for the boy. "We need your help."

Midoriya on the other hand was crying, seemingly in pain as he was clutching his clothes. He was covering his face as well so no one could see what his expression was.

The guy nodded even though Midoriya wasn't looking at him. "Yeah, you're the only one that can... you know. Uh- is there anything we can do to make you feel better? So we can get you to help-."

Midoriya snapped his head upwards, his eyes red from crying as tears stained his skin. His lips trembled as he screamed at them. "Somebody sedate me!"

The two leaped back, terrified by Midoriya. Meanwhile, back at Aldera, everyone was wide-eyed with dropped jaws. There was no way Midoriya actually scared them. There was something about the unhinged screaming that sent shivers down their spines.

Midoriya never raised his voice, let alone glared at the people who bullied him relentlessly. There was no way Midoriya was absolutely losing his shit on people who wanted to actually help him. There was also something about the look in his eyes that freaked them out. Midoriya was currently held hostage, and two that were with him were also hostages. Midoriya was probably breaking under pressure. That was the scary part, Midoriya was pushed past his limits every day and he finally hit his breaking point. Midoriya was losing his shit.

"Woah, woah, woah! Izuku, I know you probably want to stab someone right now... but we gotta get out of here," sympathized the guy, stepping over.

Midoriya glared at the guy, jabbing a finger at him. "Don't patronize me! Unlike you, I feel like I'm dying. You got a quirk, use it."

People back at Aldera swallowed hard. The way Midoriya spat the word 'quirk' at the duo gave everyone chills. There was a lot of hatred dripping from Midoriya's tongue as he spoke. As much as Bakugo and his two lackeys hated to admit it, they were slightly bewildered.

While Bakugo was more stunned by Midoriya being bitter and attacking them for having a quirk, Fujii and Yasui were two other things to deal with. Fujii was shocked Midoriya could hold so much anger despite his claim he felt like he was dying. Yasui was taken aback by the fact Midoriya was being bitchy. He was clearly lashing out, defending himself while knocking the two off their high egos.

The two deflated a bit, looking at each other with a shameful look. The girl stepped forwards, bowing her head. "Look, Midoriya. We are sorry for what we said before. We were wrong."

Midoriya struggled to his feet, breathing heavily as he grabbed his gut. "Oh please, do tell. What were you wrong about?"

The girl raised her gaze to look Midoriya in the eyes. "Everything. We should have listened to you. We wouldn't have gotten into this problem if we had listened to you. Clearly, we are useless even with quirks. We shouldn't have said those things about you because you are quirkless. You're smarter and stronger than me and Ogami combined."

Back at Aldrea, you could hear a pin drop from the silence that washed over the group. The occasional noise of disbelief escaped someone's throat. There was no way that someone was bowing before Midoriya and sucking up to him. They were taking the blame and complimenting Midoriya. They were apologizing for treating him poorly because he is quirkless.

Midoriya stepped towards them, glaring at them. "Well, thank you for growing a brain Maeda, and stating the obvious. Also Ogami... I'd like to hear it from you too."

Ogami swallowed hard, bowing as well. "I apologize. What I said before was out of line. Clearly, we can’t do anything right. Besides… our quirks don’t offer us any advantage. We need you.”

Midoriya smiled, letting out a refreshed sigh. “Yes. You do.”

Bakugo stared at the screen, amused. Midoriya wasn’t playing nice and he liked that. The resistance and the lack of empathy coming from Midoriya was unmatched. Midoriya wasn’t going to tell them it was okay and forgive them. Midoriya wasn’t going to pat their shoulders and dismiss their previous fuck-up's with forgiveness. Midoriya wanted to rub it in their faces and make them wallow in their own self-incompetence. Bakugo loved it.

Midoriya made his way to the door, still clutching his abdomen. Maeda went to help him, but Midoriya shoved her off. “Don’t act like you care now. You had no problem leaving me to die back there before.”

Maeda raised her hands in defense. That was the final message before Midoriya started throwing hands with the two. No one at Aldera would’ve gotten to that point. Hell, they’d probably never gone back to him in the first place. At Aldera, the majority would rather die than admit they'd been wrong for the past two years.

A couple of Midoriya's classmates all exchanged a knowing glance. Midoriya was pissed and wasn't trying to hide it. Midoriya probably tolerated everyone that bullied him because no matter what happened, they never switched up. The group was stubborn, but they weren't fake. They weren't going to act like they magically care or go behind his back. Maeda and Ogami had proven they weren't trustworthy to Midoriya.

Midoriya reached the area they had been in and he looked at what they were doing. Midoriya squinted at the machine before turning to them.

"You both are idiots," remarked Midoriya as he crouched.

The two turned light pink as their eyes were torn away from Midoriya. When they heard him messing around with the small machine, they ignored their embarrassment and tapped into their curiosity. Midoriya was messing with wires and cords like it was common knowledge. Suddenly the door flew open.

Midoriya rose to his feet, tossing the machine aside as he had deactivated the security scanners. "Let's go."

Midoriya cracked his back before letting out a shakey breath. He looked through the door to see another endless hallway. Stepping through, Midoriya leads the way. The two follow closely behind, almost cowardly from the foreign area. Midoriya looked unbothered, making his way through without a care.

The trio's heads all snapped to a room where a crash could be heard. Midoriya is the first to move, grabbing the door handle and throwing open the door. An altercation between a doctor and a kidnapped child could be seen. The kid was kicking, crying, and attempting to scream. Unfortunately, the ducktape seemed to silence the child. Midoriya's blood boiled as he shouted out.

"Hey! Get the fuck off of them!"

The person jumped, staring at Midoriya. Maeda and Ogami hid like the cowards they were, staring at each other with wide eyes. The duo couldn't believe Midoriya had the balls to do such a thing.

Back at Aldera, the entire school was in a fit of despair. The teachers all watched in horror as Midoriya just pulled a suicidal move. Midoriya was not in good health judging by his prior cries of pain, he was in no condition to fight nor protect himself. The students were on the same page, but also equally as worried for the child who had been attacked. It seemed that whatever was going on in the mysterious place was a traumatizing nightmare.

Bakugo was undeniably stunned. Midoriya had guts and he wasn't surprised. He had always been that way since they were little kids. He always threw himself in the middle of a fight to stop it. What had caught him off guard was the anger on his face and the fact he dropped the f-bomb. Midoriya rarely cursed and when he did it wasn't anything serious. Midoriya was beyond serious and Bakugo doubted Midoriya had thought past the confrontation.

The villain threw the kid to the ground and turned to Midoriya. "What are you doing out of your cell?"

"You call what I was in a cell? Consider it a cardboard box," taunted Midoriya, staring at the person with a bored expression.

"Why you-," grunted the man, pulling out a gun and aiming right at Midoriya's face.

Midoriya didn't waver, blinking slowly as he crossed his arms.

Teachers covered their faces, feeling dread pool in their stomachs. Students followed suit, looking away in fear of the villain pulling the trigger. Bakugo refused to look away, knowing this interaction wouldn't be cut and dry. Besides, the blank look on Midoriya's face was hard to look away from despite it being so haunting.

A couple of Midoriya's other bullies watched, curious about how this would go down. Midoriya wasn't known well for defending himself so how was going going to get himself out of a gun being aimed at his face.

"Wow, merchandise like you shouldn't go to waste... but if you're planning on being difficult I can easily find someone else to replace you," sighed the villain, cocking their gun.

Midoriya tilted his head to the side. "I think that's the nicest thing I've ever been told. Being quirkless and all... I wouldn't consider myself merchandise that shouldn't be wasted."

The villain cursed themself, their gun seeming to shake a bit. "Dammit. How in the hell did a quirkless fuck like you manage to get out?"

"It's no hard task really. Even with all the shitty injections you gave me, your attempts of trapping your cattle here aren't too complex," sneered Midoriya, swallowing hard.

"If you keep running your mouth like that, I might just send a bullet between your eyes," threatened the villain steadying the gun again.

Midoriya shrugged, staring him in the eyes. "I wouldn't mind. It would probably be the first scary thing you'd do."

"Oh? Do you fear death? Is it because you're quirkless? With how you talk to me I bet you think you can make a difference in the world," ridiculed the villain, smirking as they thought they hit a nerve.

Midoriya remained quiet, his eyes twitching a bit. The villain stepped forward, the gun clearly aimed at the spot between Midoriya's eyes. "Is that what you fear? That you'll amount to nothing? Or frightened you'll disappear from the minds of others before you make something of yourself?"

Midoriya shook his head, letting out a quick chuckle as he let his face fall, void of emotion. "No. I'm not. I am happy because I want to die. I want to return to nothing."

Silence followed. The villain felt their eyes widen, their hand trembling a bit. The child on the ground stared up at Midoriya in shock, everything they just experienced being too much to process. Midoriya's teachers covered their mouths. They were horrified by what they just heard even though they should've been aware they were part of the reason why. Midoriya's classmates paled, listening to the undeniable truth. They should've taken their words, taunts, and bullying at face value. Their actions hurt people and actions have consequences. They actively hurt him, excluded him, and offered no sense of safety his entire time at this school.

Bakugo listened in horror. At this point, even if he hadn't suicide-bated Midoriya, he had been the main tormentor. His lackeys felt just as guilty. They had sided with Bakugo and have been arguably worse in certain cases. They were the ones to announce his quirklessness at Aldera when they all got accepted into the school. They would the ones to laugh and encourage others to be just as guilty by being bystanders.

The villain lowered the gun, his excitement at being in power vanishing. How could they be in power when they were doing exactly what their victim wanted them to do?

Midoriya suddenly lashed out, sending his fist into the villain's nose. The villain flew back, crashing to the floor. The villain was knocked out, unconscious.

Bakugo's jaw dropped. Midoriya's other bullies' jaws dropped. Midoriya's classmates' jaws dropped. Midoriya's peers' jaws dropped. Midoriya's teachers' jaws dropped. Everyone's jaws at Aldera Junior High were dropped.

People exclaimed their disbelief that Midoriya did a one-shot on the villain. People were hyped up, freaking out. People were crapping their pants at the information Midoriya packed a deadly punch. The school was in chaos mode with this information.

Midoriya stuck up his nose in disgust as he rubbed his knuckles. After making sure the villain was out, Midoriya rushed to the child's side.

Midoriya easily took off the ducktape, caressing the child's face like a worried parent. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The kid didn't bother responding, rushing into Midoriya's arms to hug him. Midoriya yelped at the weight suddenly put onto his injury, but quickly hugged the child back. The child was trembling and Midoriya simply supported the kid's legs around his waist and picked the kid up. Midoriya bent down and snatched the villain's belongings before locking him in the room.

Midoriya turned his head to look at where Maeda and Ogami were hiding and pouted out his lip. "Aw, were you so scared you had to hide?" Midoriya suddenly shot them an angry glare. "Fucking cowards."

No one could disagree with Midoriya. When you compare the two both possessing a quirk and Midoriya alone without a quirk, they did seem cowardly. Midoriya got the out of the area they were originally contained in, took the lead, saved a child, and did all of that while being in immense pain.

Midoriya tossed them the key. "I'm assuming you are capable of opening locks right?"

Maeda caught the keys, nodding. She wasn't about to talk back, Midoriya knocked out a villain with one punch. For a while, the live stream wasn't anything interesting. The four made their way through the halls, freeing more and more people.

Even if the stream wasn't as interesting, the suspense was still at an all-time high. The school full of teachers and students was still anticipating an attack or another villain. There was no way this whole situation would be this easy.

Eventually, their group was up to fifteen people and was making their way through the halls. Eventually, Midoriya reaches a room and unlocks the door with a keycard he stole. The person who kidnapped him and the leader were seated in that room. Midoriya walked in a closed the door behind him.

It seemed as if time slowed down for the group back at Aldera. There was this new kind of fear that consumed them. The unknown ending of the finale. While none of the knew if these were the remaining people, the decor of the room Midoriya was in gave them the impression whoever was in there was of high authority. Midoriya was once again alone, purposely closing himself off from the group because of the kids present. Midoriya was clearly slowing down a bit as time progressed because of his injuries and pushing down his own issues for the sake of everyone else.

"I should've known you'd be a firecracker," scoffed the kidnapper, crossing his arms. "You put up a nasty fight."

Midoriya smiled innocently. "I really hope you enjoyed the broken arm and concussion."

Bakugo raised a brow, slightly surprised Midoriya fought back. Maybe Midoriya wasn't taken by surprise. If he was taken by surprise, his kidnappers clearly sucked at kidnapping. He didn't believe Midoriya could fight in an intense situation like an active kidnapping despite he had watched Midoriya win after being in a standoff with someone armed with a gun.

The leader laughed, tilting his head back for dramatics. "Aren't you entertaining! Never would have thought a quirkless teen in this day and age would have this charisma."

Midoriya's face scrunched up in disgust. "You really are a freak... Tanji Susumu. I know you've been watching, you do realize this is the end for you right?"

The leader revealed as Tanji Susumu, chuckled, "Well... I may just let you all leave without a fight if you care to sit on my lap for an hour or two."

Students were appalled by what they just heard. While it was no surprise this sicko was a pedophile, his bluntness about it was revolting. It was equally as disgusting to say that to Midoriya like it was an offer. He knew the option was to fight or to sexually please a pedophile.

Midoriya stepped forward, a faked looked of surprise on his face. "Oh, so we are negotiating now?"

Tanji smirked, seeming to believe Midoriya was considering it, and got excited. "Yes, we are."

The adults in the room grew nervous. They were blind as a bat and failed to notice the clear strain in Midoriya's smile and the hatred in his eyes. They were terrified at the thought Midoriya would give in. Bakugo knew better, Midoriya threw around emotions and words to mislead his opponent only to strike them down when they were distracted.

"Let's just make something clear," began Midoriya mysteriously. Midoriya walked forwards slowly, his smile dropping into a scowl as he spat, "I wouldn't fuck you if your dick were made out of gold."

Midoriya's tone sent shivers down everyone's spine. Bakugo smiled, genuinely fond of Midoriya's expanded vocabulary and harshness. He wanted to watch Midoriya kill this bastard. All the teachers grew excited, seeing that Midoriya never once considered taking up the offer. Midoirya's classmates were all shaking in anticipation, uneasy about what was to come.

Tanji seemed far too excited about Midoriya's abrasiveness and patted his lap in excitement. "Woohoo! You're one mouthy cunt aren't you?"

The kidnapper grinned, nodding at Tanji in agreeance. Midoriya's frown deepened as he stepped forward. Tanji continued to laugh as if Midoriya's words were the most amusing thing he's ever heard. Midoriya grunted as he sent his foot out, kicking Tanji in the throat. Tanji flew back in his seat, the air knocked out of him. His frantic breathing could be heard.

"Cunt likes to kick!" shouted Midoriya spitefully.

People jumped, yelped, cheered, and froze upon Midoriya's attack on Tanji. The bastard of a man had really gotten on everyone's nerves so no one was complaining. In all honesty, many were more impressed with how powerful Midoriya's leg was. His kick was high and fast. Many also were too busy wrapping their heads around what Midoirya had just said.

The kidnapper approached ready for round two. Midoriya narrowed his eyes and faced his body to the man. Midoriya moved forward and sent another kick to a lovely spot in between his legs.

"Get some!"

The kidnapper fell to the ground, reaching for his manhood. Midoriya stood over him mercilessly.

"Ugly bitch!"

Jaws hit the floor with Midoriya's aggressiveness. There was something so hypnotizing about it. The kick to the balls and the shouting gave them heart palpitations. They were all super excited about the fighting. After all, Midoriya was clearly winning. Some of the teachers were still trying to get over the fact Midoriya cursed like there was no tomorrow.

While many of the teenagers were excited about the fighting, they were extremely curious about where it all came from. He never showed an ounce of aggressiveness and his physical abilities in the gym never seemed to change. Midoriya never showed this side to himself so many questions they had would end up going unanswered.

Midoriya stepped on the two villains on his way to the back wall where he grabbed two knives. "You underestimated the wrong quirkless person. I hope you die a painful death."

The two groaned, struggling to get up. Tanji looked up, clutching his throat. "If you were my son, I’d beat the shit out of you."

Midoriya turned around to look at where Tanji pathetically struggled while gripping the knife. "And if I was your son, I’d slit my throat first." Midoriya flicked his wrist, sending the knife to rest right beside Tanji's hand. "Try harder."

Warry glances were exchanged. Bakugo swallowed upon seeing Midoriya's precision. Midoriya had always been seen as competition in Bakugou's eyes, but now he was serious competition. Where Midoriya's desires never wavered before, he now had the physical strength to support his goal.

Some people were freaking out that Midoriya was dangerous. Some people were amazed by his knife skills. Some were cheering for him for telling off the guy. Everyone would rather die than be that pedophile's child.

Midoriya walked out, closed the door, and punched the security panel, sealing the door shut. Letting out a deep breath, Midoriya turned to the group that had been anxiously waiting.

"Okay, let's find where they kept our things and get out of here."

The group found the storage room. Midoriya called the cops and the group all made their way out of the building. The live stream continued, but they could no longer see what was happening. Eventually, the live stream ended when the cops arrived.

When Midoriya arrived the following week after leaving the hospital and taking a mental recovery, he could immediately tell the difference.

There were a lot fewer insults as he went through his day. The underclassmen no longer whispered to one another as he passed them in the hall. His teachers treated him with respect and took him seriously. If he had a question, they actually answered it. If he had a concern, they listened.

It wasn't until Midoriya was in his second year of UA that he found out about the sudden change in behavior. He always believed it was because they knew he had been kidnapped.

Bakugo and Midoriya were munching on some spicy curry when the conversation came up. Midoriya swallowed his bite before speaking. "What did the teachers tell you when I disappeared for a week?"

"Well, they announced you were missing and there would be an investigation held. Before that even happened, the dumbass villain broadcasted you all escaping like an idiot," revealed Bakugo, scoffing before stuffing his face again.

"What! Oh god. So that's why everyone was acting weird," groaned Midoriya, covering his face in embarrassment.

Bakugo made direct eye contact with Midoriya and bluntly commented, "Half the fuckers were scared of you. The other half was all shy and guilty. Besides, you beating up the idiots and shit-talking everyone was funny."

"You think so?" inquired Midoriya, a timid smile on his face at the hidden compliment.

"Shut the hell up you damn nerd!" roared Bakugo, throwing a spoon at Midoriya.

"Wha-chan!" yelped Midoriya as he swiftly dodged the fork.

(The end! Did anyone notice my two references? One from Neon Genesis Evangelion and one from Ozark)

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Date Planning - TickleTober2022 Day 14 (Self-Insert; OC x Canon)

Expect some art for this fic by the ever so lovely @giggly-squiggily! Enjoy!

Summary: While Todoroki and Shiori are walking home from school, the two start coming up with dates to go on. When Todoroki doesn’t seem enthusiastic about them, Shiori comes up with the perfect way to help her boyfriend be more expressive.

Word Count: 1492

It was the start of another weekend at UA, and class 1-A was lucky enough that they didn't get any homework from Aizawa. After saying goodbye to her friends, Koda Shiori started her trek home.

"Hey! Shiori!" called out a familiar voice.

The girl whipped her head around and saw her boyfriend jog up to her.

"Hey, Shoto!" Shiori said, "What's up?"

"Oh, I just... wanted to walk home with you." Todoroki said with a faint blush.

The two heroes-in-training have been together for a little over a year, and Koda never gets tired of seeing how flustered Todoroki gets when asking to do "couple things," like walking her home.

"Sure! I'd love your company!" Koda said with a smile.

The half-and-half hero smiled at his girlfriend, a faint redness on his cheeks. Shiori would take the bus home, but walking home beside her boyfriend beats taking public transportation.

"Last week's date was super fun, don't you think?" Shiori suddenly asked.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Really fun," Todoroki said.

"I'd never expect you to be so good at go-karting."

"Well, Midoriya and the other guys had invited me to go with them once before, so I guess I picked up on it."

Shiori chuckled while listening to her boyfriend.

"We should go there again next time for a date," Koda said, "How does that sound?"

"Sounds fun," Todoroki said calmly, "Let's do it."

Shiori's smile fell at what her boyfriend said.

"Well, where would you like to go next week, Monday after school?" Shiori asked.

The half-and-half hero hummed in thought before looking at his girlfriend.

"We can go to the National History Museum," Todoroki said, "Maybe we can find something about your father."

What Todoroki said made Shiori's heart skip a beat. Todoroki blushed as he took Shiori's hands in his.

"I know how much finding out about your father means to you, and I want to do everything in my power to help you find him." Todoroki said.

Shiori felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Shoto..." Shiori said softly.

Shiori smiled and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend.

"Thank you," she said, "That means... everything to me."

Todoroki grinned and returned the gesture.

"Anything for you, princess." Todoroki said sweetly.

When the two parted, they started walking once more.

"So, where else should we go on our date?" Koda asked.

The half-and-half hero hummed in thought before looking at Shiori.

"We could go to the aquarium on Wednesday," Shoto deadpanned.

"That sounds fun!" Koda said, "On Friday, we can go to the boardwalk!"

"Yeah."

Shiori looked at her boyfriend to see him wearing a cold and unamused expression on his face. Shiroi frowned and decided to test the waters.

"Well, why don't we head to the park right now?" Koda suggested, "I'm in no hurry to get home; plus, we don't have any homework over the weekend. We can finish discussing date plans there."

Todoroki looked down at his girlfriend and nodded with his normally serious face. Shiori sighed as the two changed directions to the park near Shiori's house.

"What's wrong with him?" Koda wondered, "Does he not wanna go on dates?"

When the couple reached the park, the two sat under a large weeping willow tree, sighing with contentment as a breeze swept past.

"So, let's pick up where we left off," Shiori began, "Where should we go on a date?"

"I heard there's a traveling zoo coming next week on Thursday," Shoto said with a blank expression, "We can go to that,"

"That sounds like fun!"

"Yeah..."

Shiori frowned before laying her head on her boyfriend's lap. The two locked eyes and stared longingly at one another.

"Shoto," Koda began, "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" Todoroki asked.

"Well, I thought you'd be more enthusiastic about planning our dates. Wishful thinking, I guess..."

Shoto sighed as he ran a finger through his girlfriend's hair.

"I am happy about planning our dates," Shoto said.

"Yeah, but... you don't show it," Shiori said, "It's like... you're not interested."

"I am, truly."

"Then, why don't you show it?"

Shoto frowned at Koda before turning away from her, his scar facing his girlfriend.

"This is why..." he said softly.

Shiori mentally kicked herself, now feeling horrible about pressuring him with questions.

"I'm sorry." Koda said.

"No, no. Don't apologize," Shoto said, "You're right; I should be more expressive, but it's... hard, y'know?"

Koda nodded as she stared at her boyfriend's scar. Seeing how she and Shoto were sitting, a sly smirk appeared on Shiori's face.

"I think I know of a way to help you be more expressive." Koda said.

"How?" Shoto asked, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

Shiori grinned before tackling the half-and-half hero, only to scribble her fingers all over his sides. Todoroki yelped before dissolving into a giggly mess.

"Kiorihihihihi! Nohohohoho!" Todoroki giggled.

"There's that smile!" Shiori exclaimed.

The half-and-half hero giggled wildly as he slammed his legs against the ground.

"Kodahahahahaaa, plehehehease!" Shoto giggled, "This isn't funnyhyhyhyhyhy!"

"Must be; look at how much you're laughing, Shoto!" Koda said, "You said you wanted to be more expressive, so I'm helping you out!"

Shoto giggled as he tried to throw his girlfriend off him. The half-and-half hero yelped when Shiori clawed at his armpits, his uniform blazer doing nothing to protect him. Shoto pressed his arms against his sides, trying to stop the tickling, but it only worsened the sensation.

"No, no! Aheheheahahaha!" Shoto cried, "Get your hands ohohohohout!"

"I can't! You trapped them!" Shiori laughed, "Guess I have no choice but to tickle you here, Shoto~!"

And here comes the teasing. Shoto has always been vulnerable to Shiori's teasing, always making him flustered. Now she's teasing and tickling him?

"N-No teeheheheeasing!" Shoto said, his face flushed with red.

"Fine, I'll stop the teasing, but you're just too cute to tease; I can't help myself!" Koda said.

Shoto groaned through his laughter, trying to cover his face with his hands, still pressing his arms to his sides. Shiori smirked as she started pinching Todoroki's top rib. Shoto immediately removed his hands from his face and latched onto Shiroi's wrists, trying to pry her hands away.

"Okay, okahahahahaaay! That's enohohohough!" Shoto laughed.

"Do you promise to be more expressive?"

When Shoto didn't reply, Koda moved her hands down his hips, eliciting a wild buck and an increase in volume.

"Nahahahahahaaaa! Please stahahaaap!" Shoto cried, "Not thehehehehere! It tihihihihickles! Shiorihihihihihi!"

"Well, of course, silly!" Shiori said, "It's supposed to tickle!"

Shoto scraped his heels into the dirt, trying to find some way to escape his girlfriend.

"Stop, stop, stohohohohohohop!" Todoroki cried, "Babe, plehehehease!"

Koda felt her cheeks heat up when Shoto referred to her as "babe."

"Are you gonna be more expressive?" Shiori asked, moving her hands to her boyfriend's thighs.

Todoroki squealed before laughing his heart out.

"NONONOHOHOHOOO!" Shoto laughed, "NOT THEHEHERE!"

"No, you're not going to be more expressive?" Shiori questioned, "Huh, guess you need more persuasion."

Koda moved her hands up until she was clawing at her boyfriend's inner thigh. The sensation made Todoroki's laughter go silent.

"PLEHEHEHEHASE! STAHAHAP IHIHIT!" Todoroki laughed, "IT TIHIHIHICKLES!"

"Tell me something I don't know." Shiori deadpanned.

Todoroki kicked his legs out, trying to throw off his girlfriend's fingers, but his attempts were futile.

"BAHAHAHAHAAAABE! PLEHEHEHEHEEEEEASE!" Todoroki half-laughed, half-whined.

"Are you gonna be more expressive?" Koda asked.

"YEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH! I PROMISE! I PROMIHIHIHIHIHIHISE!"

Shiori giggled before halting her assault. The half-and-half hero panted under his girlfriend, wearing a goofy grin on his face.

"Feeling better, Shoto?" Koda asked, climbing off her boyfriend.

Todoroki sighed as he sat up, nodding toward his girlfriend. A peaceful silence fell between them until Shoto placed a kiss on Shiori's unsuspecting cheek. The young girl looked at Todoroki with wide eyes.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"I'm being more expressive," Shoto said with a faint blush, "Every time I feel happy around you, I'll give you a kiss on the cheek."

What Shoto said made Shiori smile. Koda leaned over and kissed Shoto's lips, feeling his lips heat up. When she pulled away, she chuckled at Shoto's blushing face.

"That was a just because I love you kiss." Koda said.

"Just because you love me," Shoto began, "Or love me for something more~?"

Shiori felt her cheeks burn up, making Shoto giggle at the sight.

"So, about those dates." Shoto said, leaning back on his hands.

Shiori glanced at Shoto before playfully punching his arm.

"Y-You can't say things like that and then go back to your calm, collected self!" Shiori squealed, "That's not fair!"

Shoto found himself laughing at Shiori's flustered state, mentally patting himself on the back for finally flustering his girlfriend for the first time. Todoroki knew that he would keep his promise to his girlfriend. He would be more expressive, especially towards Shiori. He'll make sure that Shiori knows how much she means to him if it's the last thing he does.