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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3: A not-so-secret admirer.

Summary: Y/N meets Katsuki’s adorable side kick, Luna. This wouldn’t be a problem is Luna wouldn’t have a massive crush on Izuku and if Izuku wouldn’t be an oblivious idiot about it.

Y/N decides to help his roommate with the situation.

⚠️: Swear words, jealousy (don’t worry it’s not as bad as it sounds like)

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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“Did you like my figurine idea, Y/N?” Kirishima comes to your side. You swear his whole body screams ‘please, praise me!’ and if Kirishima would have a tail it would wiggle in the air right now.

“The what?”

Kirishima makes a sad pout as he pulls you towards the secret entrance and closes the bookshelf then turns Deku’s figurine to the side and the bookshelf opens up again.

“The secret door opens with Katsuki’s figurine on his side and with Zuku’s on the other.” He says proudly while Katsuki makes a gagging sound in the background.

“It’s so fucking cheesy. I can’t believe I let you do that.” Katsuki mutters ashamedly.

“Says the guy who insisted to have a secret entrance to Izuku’s office from ‘his’ agency which is supposed to be separate from Shitty Deku’s.” Kirishima mutters to himself as he stares at the blonde with pure judgment.

“I already told you, the door is for me to make sure the fucker goes home and doesn’t sleep on his shitty sofa!” Katsuki yells. “We share a few team members to save some money on the wages, but my agency is my fucking own!” Katsuki’s face is about to explode when the door opens again; this time it’s a shorter, absolutely adorable lady, a few years younger than the rest of the gang. Her hero costume has a Lolita style to it; she’s wearing a baby pink frilly dress, massive platforms, also in baby pink and her hair is in two ponytails. Her make up skills are absolutely amazing; it’s super glittery and they highlight her lavender eyes just the right amount. You are not really sure how good of an idea it is to wear a light color to the battlefield and you are quite sure the frills are a pain in the ass to wash, but who are you to judge?

Well, technically, you have all the rights to judge as you are the one cleaning Izuku’s blood soaked uniforms, but maybe it’s better to ask her for tips than shun her for her terrible life-choices.

“What do you want, candy floss face.” Katsuki mutters, already annoyed with her existence in the office.

“My hero name is Pink Cloud, sir.” The lady smiles, not even offended by her boss not knowing her name.

“I know what your fucking name is, I hired you.” Katsuki mutters with a straight face. The two have a staring contest before Pink Cloud decides to let the other blonde win.

“And I’m forever thankful for that, sir.” She smiles and looks at Deku. Not at you. Not at Kirishima. Just Izuku. Your stomach turns in a really uncomfortable way at that; you really don’t need to be a genius to know that look she sports on her face.

This lady must have a massive huge crush on Izuku; she blushes right away and waves like a silly little fangirl; she even dares to come close to the hero and TOUCH HIS SWOLLEN LIPS, right in front of you.

Your blood boils. You are just about to say something inappropriate when Izuku moves away from the girl, clearly not enjoying her sudden closeness.

“Excuse my rudeness but… have you been in a fight? Do you need a healing chapstick? I always have one with me!” The lady starts to rummage in her bag and you take a deep breath; one so loud and dramatic the whole room stares at you in unison; Katsuki with a shit eating grin, Kirishima with nothing but sympathy while Izuku stares at you two like a confused, newborn lamb.

Izuku has zero idea about this girl crushing on him. No fucking idea.

Oh boy. You really don’t like this.

“I’m okay, Luna-Chan, I haven’t been in a fight.” Izuku mutters sheepishly. “I hope your international hero license exams are going well!”

“I’m almost done with them!” The girl grins happily. “Thank you for all your help! I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without you.”

Your existence is completely ignored. You are not a big fan of that.

“Khm… that’s so nice of you, Izuku.” You mutter under your nose, your gaze probably murderous at this point. The blonde lady makes a sudden gawking noise like she literally just realized you are in the room which makes your facial expression even more irritated, but the green eyed monster is gone as the lady jumps into your arms to hug you, like she’s meeting an old friend.

“Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you! You must be Deku’s roommate, Sweet Pea! I heard so much about you! I’m Luna! I’m Dynamight’s new side kick! You probably haven’t heard of me because I’m quite new and Mr. Boss insisted for me to train for a few months before I ‘show my ugly face’ to the media, so…”

“I said unbearable, not ugly. It’s two different things.” Katsuki retorts. “Stop telling fucking lies, I don’t want the fucking HR to be in my ass for no fucking reason.”

“You are not ugly, Luna-Chan!” Izuku agrees and you really want to smack him in the face right now. “It’s always a pleasure to see you around the common areas!”

Needless to say, the girl blushes right away. “Thank you! You aren’t bad to look at either! I loved your new Instagram picture with the glasses! Super cute!”

Nope. Fuck this shit. You are out.

“I’m going to the toilet. You have fun.” You try your best to smile as you make your way towards… something. You genuinely have no idea where you are but you are quite sure this is not the way to the toilet and this is also Katsuki’s side of the building so you have no idea what leads where.

“Nooo, I wanted to ask her about her really cute hoodie!” The girl whines. You stop in your steps and you do something you really shouldn’t; you eavesdrop.

“It’s my hoodie. Sadly, it’s not available anymore, it was one of my first designs when I started and this one is actually a prototype, the one on sale is a little bit different.” Izuku goes on his usual rant. “We were in a hurry this morning and this was the first thing she could find in my drawer…”

“Your drawer?” Pink Cloud’s voice wavers.

“Yeah.” Izuku says, clearly confused by why is that such a big thing.

Okay, now you feel terrible for this poor girl. She clearly did not mean any harm and it’s not like you can be mad at her for having a crush on Izuku, the walking fucking green flag. She’s also extremely touchy in general, she jumped into your arms without even saying a proper hi. Obviously that doesn’t help with the fact that she definitely has the hots for your roommate and that somehow she’s the only person in this bloody agency who missed out on the news that Izuku is already pining over someone else so her efforts will be fruitless.

You really need to stop being so silly about this whole situation; Pro Hero Deku has countless of fangirls, probably half of the population has a crush on him anyway and this girl is really just one of those fanatics; this sounds quite ridiculous coming out of your mouth as you also started as one of them but there is a massive difference between you two; this girl clearly knows Deku as the pro hero, the symbol of peace, the perfect example of a good boy, but then here’s you, who knows the nerd Izuku who’s dramatic and indecisive, who can’t cook even if his life depends on it, and if that’s not enough, he has the terrible habit of neglecting his own needs for the sake of others, but you love him with all his flaws and all his silliness. It’s two different things even if it probably feels the same for the girl.

You know you should just leave it as it is and trust Izuku to handle this situation on his own, but you feel a little bit bad for the poor girl so you decide to take the matter into your own hands.

You make your way back into the office, not even knocking before you barge back in.

“Hey, Izu, I feel like a need some fresh air, you coming?” You mutter and Izuku looks at you with his adorably confused face so Katsuki decides to help.

“Okay, all of you fuckers, get out of my fucking office. Right now!” Katsuki yells and slams his hands on his desk for good measure. “Ei, show Cotton Candy face that move you two were talking about the other day!”

“Ei?” Luna looks around if there’s another person in the room. She gets even more confused when she sees no one.

“That’s me.” Kirishima grins and pulls the girl with him. “The roof is on the left hand side, straight up the stairs!” He winks at you two and you make your way up the stairs right away.

“You are scaring me.” Izuku mutters behind you; his legs are long enough to take back the lead but he doesn’t; he just runs after you, keeping up with your own pace perfectly. You were such an idiot for doubting this man for even a second. If you would ask him to prove his love by running around in his agency stark naked he would probably do it for you.

You finally reach the door to the roof. Izuku puts his finger on the sensor; is there anything in this building that isn’t secured?!; then makes his way towards the edge and sits down like you two are not up in the fucking sky right now.

“Izuku, move your ass back to safety, I want to ask you something.” You look at the hero with a tiny pout on your face; Izuku looks terrified for a second then he looks down, probably considering if he can skip this conversation if he jumps off the roof right now.

Well, this sounds really dramatic but we are talking about Deku who once almost jumped into an active volcano in Indonesia because he thought he heard someone crying but it was just the lava sizzling on the rocks. He also never uses the main door when he goes to work, just jumps off the edge of your roof garden and poof, he’s gone. So yeah, jumping off the roof is a legit option for the greenette right now.

Thankfully, he decides not to run away; he makes his way back to your side with his eyes downcast and ready to be reprimanded, even if he has no idea why. He’s so precious, Goddammit.

“Izuku, look… this might be shocking for your pure little soul but do you know… that Luna-chan has a crush on you and is trying her best to get into your pants?”

“What?” Izuku stares at you like that cat in that one meme where the reporter asks him if he knows he’s a cat. You really have to try hard to not laugh at his utterly confused face right now. “She’s too young to even think about… pants, Sweet Pea, I’m quite sure she’s around fifteen.”

Okay, scratch that. You are just about laugh in his face and you feel zero remorse about it.

“Izu, she’s an official side kick. She must be at least 18 to be able to do that.”

“No way.” Izuku looks like you like just told him that Santa doesn’t exist. It actually seems like Izuku.exe has completely stopped working because the guy’s eyes are dead right now. “I… need to talk to her. Right now.”

… and he jumps off the roof. Well, you guess you can go back to Katsuki’s office alone then.

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By the time you manage to make your way down the fucking stairs - the elevator only works with fingerprints so you had to go down by foot again - there is chaos in Katsuki’s office. Kirishima’s ears are pushed into the bookshelf, trying his best to hear the conversation on the other side while Katsuki hisses profanities into his ear about being a nosy fuck. When Eijrou sees you standing in the doorway he waves you over with a cheeky smile on his face which disappears right away when Katsuki karate chops him in the nape; Katsuki hisses from the pain as the side of his palm hits Kirishima’s hardened hair.

“Fuck’s sake, sit the fuck down.” The blonde sighs and takes his phone out of his pocket. He taps a few times on it and puts the device down on the table, the volume set to minimal. Kirishima looks at Katsuki incredulously.

“You bugged your best friend’s office?!”

“He’s not my best friend. And it’s for emergencies. This is an emergency.” He mutters with a red face. You have no idea what to say to that, honestly. You are not really surprised. These two are so ridiculously overprotective of each other you wouldn’t be surprised to find the same device in Katsuki’s office, hidden somewhere behind the massive framed poster of Katsuki and All Might.

“… Yeah, it’s kinda true? I guess? I’m sorry if that’s…”

“… I know you did not mean any harm and I’m not here to reprimand you or ridicule you for this, there is no problem with you whatsoever for feeling that way so please, don’t take this in the wrong way but… ahh, how to say this… I already found my other half. My heart has been taken for months now.” Your breath hitches as you hear Izuku’s voice coming out of the speaker, loud and clear. There is no hesitation in his voice, not even a tiny waver of anxiety. This is pro hero Deku’s voice, not Izuku’s. “This person is everything I always wanted so I’m sorry for not realizing your feelings sooner but I literally can not see another human being that way anymore hence why I missed all the signs. I really want to say something like ‘keep your chin up it might change eventually’ but that would be a lie and I hate lying; Luna-chan, I think she’s the one.” Finally, Izuku’s real voice appears but you are too busy trying to hide your tears from the two men sitting on your two sides to actually react to it.

Why are you even trying to hide your tears, you have no idea; Eijirou is literally bawling his eyes out next to you. Katsuki just looks dead and if you wouldn’t know him better you would say he looks nonchalant but after all these months you are more than sure he’s having a full on conversation with himself inside that thick skull of his.

“How do you know the difference between a crush and true love?” A heartbroken, tiny voice comes over the speaker and you really need to calm yourself down to not run over and hug the shit out of the poor Cotton Candy girl.

“Crush is more of a surface thing if you ask me. You like the person and you like the way they act when they are in front of you but you don’t like them for who they are in real life; you don’t know this person well enough, you don’t know their dark side, the thoughts they’re having when they are alone… you like the way they look, you like their scent but it’s not like you can’t live without those things. When you get to know a person, there are a few things that will disappoint you; maybe it’s the way they snore, the way they walk, the way they smell after a long day of work but all of that doesn’t matter when you are in love with them. You get to love all those flaws and then one day you realize you can’t live without them; breathing gets easier when they are around, your chest feels lighter when you sit next to them… even the smallest thing they do make you want to come closer, like the red string of faith is trying to merge you into one human being instead of two different ones. It’s suffocating sometimes but in the best way possible.” You can hear Izuku’s smile as he finishes the sentence. “This is obviously an overexaggeration and these feelings do calm down eventually, but I’m not there yet; if this person would ask me to bring down the fucking starts for them, I would bring them all down one by one and make a string light out of them… okay, that’s physically impossible with the sheer size of the stars, but you know what I mean. I don’t think I can live without this person anymore. I feel like I would drop dead right away if that would ever happen.”

Your brain is in overdrive. Katsuki is actually about the gag at this point. Kirishima stopped crying now and he just stares at Katsuki with lovesick eyes.

“You know you can just say ‘Sweet Pea’ instead of ‘this person’, right?” The girl perks up suddenly. “So you two are a thing? She’s really cute by the way.”

Izuku stutters and you freeze; fuck, you didn’t talk about this yet… oh my god, this must be so awkward for him right now…

“Yeah, we are a thing. A really good thing.” Izuku giggles and by the sound of it, he moves closer to the microphone.

“Oh my god, I can see how much you want to go back to her, I can’t believe I missed the signs. I need to be more vigilant from now on, I don’t want to be dumb blonde of the agency!” Luna laughs and her voice gets quieter; she probably just moved to the other side of the room. “I need to finish my assignment before I clock out. See you around, Deku!” The door opens then closes. Izuku sighs. Katsuki turns off the app in a matter of seconds, opens up a chat instead and clicks on the first picture in there. When the secret door opens he shoves the screen into Kirishima’s face.

“Okay, stop laughing that hard, it’s really not that funny.” He rolls his eyes; oh my god, is he pretending that you all have red eyes because of a funny meme?! This is hilarious. And what’s more hilarious is that Izuku doesn’t even question it.

“Ready to go Home? I’ll give you a proper office tour next time.” Izuku’s hand reaches out for you and you don’t hesitate to take it.

“Yeah.” You mumble as you entwine your fingers with his and leave the agency after saying goodbye to the two on the sofa.

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“So…” Izuku speaks up the first time since you two got home.

There is a weird awkward silence between you two. It’s not an uncomfortable one per se; it’s more like a ‘I want to say something but you might hate me for it’ kinda silence.

“You know… uhm… Katsuki has a bug in your office, right?” You stutter out, all in one go. Izuku stares at you for a few moments then sighs.

“Yup.”

“… and you also have one in his office, for ‘emergencies.’” Well, that’s a guess, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Yup.” Izuku says nonchalantly and jumps into his next sentence. “You know, I feel really bad for Luna-chan.” He admits with a blush on his face.

“She’s probably crying into her fluffy pink pillow right now.” You add helpfully; you can’t lie and say you weren’t about to say the same.

“So…”

“I’ll make dinner, you call her over.” You jump off the sofa and make your way straight to the kitchen.

“I love you.” Izuku says with his phone already glued to his ears.

“I love you too, please tidy the table for me!” You yell after him and just like that, everything goes back to normal.

Well, your kind of normal. The perfect kind.

“Yes, sir!”

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The day after:

Shitty Deku’s group chat

Katsuki: What have you done to Cotton Candy Face?!

Shitty Deku: We asked her over for dinner, why?

Katsuki: WHY THE FUCK would you do that for?!

Kirishima: I’m like 100% sure she’s crushing on Y/N right now. She just changed her background to a picture of you two. I’m usually a chill guy, but that’s a little bit concerning.

Katsuki: Maybe her kink is to be the third wheel.

Shitty Deku: What have I done

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro, I wrote 95% of this chapter in one sitting. I have no idea how I managed that but here we are, almost on time 😂 Don’t get used to it.

- Luna won’t appear again (well, she might, but only for the joke) and she means no harm so in case you think I’m brewing some weird-ass love triangle, hell no.

- I love how Izuku and the reader are on the same wavelength. They are perfect for each other 😭

- I actually wanted to finish the agency tour with a heated making out on the agency roof but Luna was like “Might as well stir some shit up” so I’m sorry for that.

- The next chapter will also have a bit of angst in it due to a miscommunication but as you know, I love my babies happy and content so don’t worry about too much!

- If there’s anything you want to see in this story, please let me know ASAP before I start the main plot of the second season! Once I start that there’s no way back so this is your time to shine and give me more chapter ideas and make sure this series never ends! 😂

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated as always! Any thoughts? Let me know! 🥦

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sakubabypowa734 · 6 months ago

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🚨BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA CHAPTER 428 ALERT SPOILERS!🚨

Iida protected Bakugou and Todoroki from the fangirls, telling them they weren't full recovered and this wasn't good to chasing after them. The girls apologized...

Shinsou was thinking that Bakugou liked attention but Deku answered that girls used to ignore Bakugou since forever. Mineta and Kaminari were jealous...

First fanboy! The student was in 1st year and told Deku that he wanted to be like him!

My sweet baby hero! Look at him! Look at his new costume!

The class was there to clean up the wreckage from the war...

Poor students, the war was ended not long ago that they needed to clean all the mess with pro heroes... not long break for them...

Bakugou asking Edgeshot if he was gonna stay in this form forever. Edgeshot answered to not worry about him and that he planned to become better than before, which Bakugou smiling.

Uraraka's feelings

Trying to smile, but the grief was to much...

She remembered Toga crying and smiling. That everything was taken on camera at the beginning but then, the camera was running out of battery, being unable to catch the conclusion between them both.

Uraraka breaking down and Deku shouting her name with the rest of the ember he had...

2 chapters left until the end!

My expectation:

- Deku talking about his feeling too, not love feeling but his grief, not being able to save Shigaraki, something he really regretted and eat him away from the inside

- Conclusion of Deku and Uraraka's moment

- Identity about the mysterious person from chapter 425

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robotlesbianjavert · 6 months ago

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WE'RE WINNING SO FAR........ I'M SCARED FOR THE NEXT SUMMARY PARAGRAPH THOUGH......

okay okay. leaks done. my rough thoughts ahead of sleeping on it/receiving full translations. i should update these when we do get something more proper though.

the bad

deku didn't kill himself out of respect for spinner's grief

deku getting to be cool and composed. he doesn't deserve it, he should be killing himself.

spinner blaming himself for not saving shigaraki sooner while he was possessed with afo like babe that is NOT your fault. i already saw one take being like wow it's so great that a character is finally taking accountability which is insane to me because WHY of all possible characters is it spinner and not a single person in power. what could spinner possibly do at the juncture he was in. go to the heroes? who killed twice and actively wanted shigaraki dead? take shigaraki and flee with his non-existent resources and inability to get shigaraki un-possessed? like fuck off. point that demand from accountability from characters it actually matters from.

the shoji mention. why is spinner calling him octopus. is it to continue to paint him in a villainous manner. why is he wishing him luck. why is spinner throwing a microaggression at shoji, is this to remind us readers that ooooohhhh spinner is suuuuch a hypocritical baddie or is it him being like, bitterly ironic. recognizing that shoji is trying Something but not really believing that Something will work. it's tone-deaf but so is everything about shoji. i just don't want spinner dragged through the mud on that.

like the balance of plotlines with "heteromorph discrimination" and "devotion to shigaraki" was always going to be dubious since MVA, i remember wondering where horikoshi would lean ahead of the hospital raid mini-arc, and obviously that Sucked Like Hell when it came to capitalizing on any meaningful commentary about discrimination but was awesome for the devotion bits. so seeing that shoji reference here reminds me of that imbalance. putting the emphasis on the devotion, which is ultimately the catalyst of spinner's development, but neglecting and worsening the discrimination bits, which formed the background of why spinner ends up so devoted to shigaraki in the first place. fuck it, it sucks.

deku doesn't deserve to remember shigaraki forever, because he should be killing himself, on page in front of a live studio audience. when he says he'll never forget shigaraki for the rest of his life it's because the end of his life will be five minutes from now.

why are support items enough to wake pops from a coma NOW. why are we skirting around the fact that deku was holding an old man's fate hostage in order to force a victim into being interacted with by her abuser because he's being emotionally blackmailed into it.

why are we ending on a gag. spinner is in widow mode but bakugou and todoroki are now forced to contend with fangirls. whatever.

deku should kill himself. because he hasn't deserved a single damn thing in this chapter so far besides admitting he's a murderer.

seriously there is no reality where spinner should be holding himself accountable for failing shigaraki. what the fuck was he supposed to do. refuse afo and get MURDERED? get packed with MORE quirks so that brain death was inevitable? approach a hero and get MURDERED? fuck off either the story needs to provide a tangible path for spinner to have taken that he denied or admit that he was powerless.

THE GOOD which i know. is shocking from me at this point.

so far i feel like spinner's outbursts and emotions are more or less validated and humanized by the narrative - throughout the leaks, i felt like he was held up as the positive counterpart that the readers are supposed to emphasize with over the citizens - who i'm sure we're supposed to see as Valid, but ultimately unknowing of the full story, inconsiderate and unchanged.

i can legally call deku a murderer! he admitted it! no one can stop me now!

while i can imagine a better manga where spinner as a creative is properly sprinkled in beyond the meaning behind his name, me and @codenamesazanka have tossed around the idea of spinner as a storyteller enough that i feel validated that spinner wants to tell shigaraki's story, and is the figure that ultimately humanizes shigaraki the most. i have some concern about attempts to go in on an agle where spinner is someone who only recognizes the "destructive" parts of shigaraki, but in the wider context like yeah. it should be spinner who tells shigaraki's story, and if nothing else is best positioned to portray him as a full person.

it's nice that pops isn't ditching chisaki after everything. i would very much like to know more about like, if pops is just not allowed to retake custody of eri or if he's choosing not to pursue it, if he has any deeper thoughts there. but it's nice that he's not giving up on the kid he raised into a life of crime.

spinner is gay. sure the chapter didn't say this outright but like he's gay and we know this. we can intuit.

sooooo funny after people complaining that shigaraki didn't leave last words for any other league members that this chapter goes out of it's way to specify that Yeah His Final Words Were For Spinner And For Spinner Alone. i've been bitter about shigaraki not getting to properly interact with the entire league since 2019 but this is funny why did the manga wait so long to confirm that shigaraki also cared about spinner instead of it being entirely one-sided.

#bnha bloggin #bnha 427 #bnha spoilers

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pwnyta · 7 months ago

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Now after listening to Euphoria and the rest.....

R-R-ROUND 3!

Award for WHY DIDNT THEY HAVE ANY RELATIONSHIP DURING THE ENTIRE SERIES goes to...

Bakugo and Shoto with All Might!!!

...Very genuinely this is baffling.

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Award for GIVEN THE WORST TASTE IN HUMAN HISTORY BY HORIKOSHI goes to...

Ochako!

Girl Im so sorry... You deserve better than this.

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Award for HARDEST FUCKING PAGE goes to...

All Might and Nighteye for 'YOU ARE NOT DEAD YET'

Damn he really is this bitch...

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Award to HOTTEST CAMEO goes to...

Ms. Toshinori!!!

Damn girl, when I die im divorcing my wife for you. I'll adopt your son too... I'll be the dad that stepped up no problem.

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Award for LITERALLY ME PANEL goes to...

Bakugo in CHOPPING OFF AFOS HANDS TO GET HIS FILTHY FINGERS OFF ALL MIGHT.

LMAO... same.

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Award for SICKEST FUCKIN 2 V 1 I CANT BELIEVE IT THIS IS THE ONLY FIGHT THAT MATTERS goes to...

Stain and All Might vs some bald bitch!

SERIOUSLY LOOKIT THEM GO!!!!!

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Award for DAMN THIS WOULD HAVE PROBABLY MADE ME CRY IF TOSHI AND BAKUGO ACTUALLY HAD A PROPER RELATIONSHIP THROUGHOUT THE SERIES goes to...

BAKUGO AND ALL MIGHT in gauntlet pass!

Damn I definitely woulda cried!!

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Award for MOST MISUNDERSTOOD TO RETROACTIVELY MOST UNDERSTANDABLE STEP AWAY BEFORE JCOLE goes to...

NIGHTEYE in he literally saw All Might get torn completely in half in his future vision god damn...

Nighteye im sorry these stupid ass bitches (EH/AM fans) would ever say anything about you...

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Award for THE MOST FUCKING POINTLESS AND SHITTIEST CHARACTER DESIGN REVEAL goes to...

HAGAKURE!

Damn... really.... She just looks like a fuckin normal ass girl? ...Lame as fuck dude. Youre just showing her for fanservice ATP

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Award for MOST NORMAL VILLAIN ALL MIGHT STAN BEHAVIOR goes to....

STAIN for... knowing exactly what All Might's blood smells like...

.... The way his eyes roll in the back of his head... JFC Stain....

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The award for HYDROGEN BOMB VS COUGHING BABY goes to...

Bakugo vs AFO in.... THIS IS LITERALLY JUST THE MEME. THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS. BAKUGO GOT KNOCKED UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH BABY SPIT UP...

Girl what...???

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On that note...

Award for UGLIEST BABY goes to....

BAKUGO! SOMEHOW!

Damn thats an ugly ass baby~

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Award for I REALLY WISH I COULDA SEEN THESE GUYS HAVE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION goes to....

AFOs most horny fixations!

LMAO... but I mean seriously... I woulda really liked to see them just talk about stuff.

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Award for OH SHIT YOU DIDNT DIE??? goes to...

Stars boys! WTF??

All Might thank you so much for saving them!!

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Award for HEAD SHOT FOR THE YEAR YOU BETTER WALK AROUND LIKE DAFT PUNK goes to...

AFO vs ALL MIGHTS FIST!!!

REMEMBER!!! HEY TOP DOG WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR PLAYIN WITH

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Award for MOST TRAGICALLY MISSED PUNCH goes to....

All Might! For never having a chance to talk to Endeavor after it was revealed his replacement abused his family!

It woulda been real cool Hori! All Might punching Endeavor sorta like he punched Deku and except actually impactful cuz the lack of physical damage gives way to the emotional damage of All Might being so fucking disappointed in him after trusting that he'd be good to take the mantle of #1 hero... DAMN.

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Award for WHAT IN THE JUNJI ITO IS GOIN ON goes to...

All of the BNHA villains!!!

Uzumaki ass warts power....

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Award for YAOI FANGIRLS WOULDA ATE THIS SHIT UP IF TOSHI WAS CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE PANEL goes to

AFO holding Toshi up like this--v

Goddamn...

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Award for DAMN I HAVE A LOT OF CRITICISM FOR HORI BUT FUCK THE MAN CAN DRAW!!!!!! goes to...

HORIKOSHI!!

God damn bro you can draw.... Thats crazy. Your line work is so fucking clean my guy..

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Award for MOST DROPPED PLOT POINT FROM THE VILLAINS goes to...

Spinner (& others but most importantly Spinner) for becoming a villain for Stains ideals! Literally where did this go?

Hey Spinner look at me? ...bitch. Keep Stains name out of your fuckin pathetic mouth!

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Award for MOST FORCED AND RUSHED POWER OF FRIENDSHIP goes to...

Bakugo and Deku

OH WAIT ITS A TIE!!!

AND!!! LEAGUE OF VILLAINS!!!

You aint gettin me to believe these are good friends Hori...

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Award for I AINT BELIEVING THIS SHIT EITHER goes to...

Koudas bird talking being a believable offensive attack....

Girl....

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Award for.... Yeah sure... I guess you exist... goes to...

SERO!!

...I mean... Why not? At this point... may as well.

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Award for CUTEST CRY FACE goes to...

TSUYU!!!

Reigning champ! I will kiss your forehead and put bandaids on your booboos baby girl dont you worry!

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Award for YEAH NO DUH... WHAT DO YOU MEAN TRAITOR TSUKAUCHI WAS TOO OBVIOUS WHEN THIS EXISTS REVEAL goes to...

AFO being that old man from Shigas backstory and fucked up his entire life!

...WOWEE!

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Award for WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN YOU SURE WOULDA BEEN USEFUL EARLIER goes to...

Honestly so many people but Thirteen deserves an award SO HERE YOU GO!

...aight....

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Award for PANEL THAT SHOWS HORIS EXTREME ARTISTIC GLOW UP goes to...

All Mights neck!

Girl what that neck do....

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This concludes ROUND 3 BNHA AWARDS!!!

#The BNHA Award Show!!#BNHA

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passerine-writes · 1 year ago

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Silent Sparks - Volt 66

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities and scars, sassy Tsukare, paranoia Word count: 3778

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 65 | Volt 67

Friday morning, I rolled out of bed with a sigh, barely getting any sleep. I was shocked to see Dad down there, and immediately started telling us about how someone wanted to write an article in the newspaper about us.

"They wanna do a feature on your class for some reason." Dad stated blandly, clearly already tired with the idea of it alone.

"Isn't that amazing, Deku?" Uraraka asked loudly, hurting my ears.

"This sounds exhausting." I stated duly, my brother nodding along with me.

"C'mon 'Ryo, it could be fun!" Denki said cheerfully, his smile contagious.

"I guess." I said with a small smile of my own. The rest of the class cheering about how cool this is gonna be.

"That's enough." We all froze under Dads glare. "It's nothing too exciting. The articles about how you're a settling in, adjusting to dorm life, that kinda thing. Principal Nedzu thought it would be a good idea." He said sarcastically. The events of today now making sense. "This'll show your parents and guardians that you're happy here. Maybe set a few minds at rest..." He drawled on, not enthused at all. I haphazardly raised my hand, making him sigh. "Yes, Onryo?"

"Two questions, because Toshi and I already checked the boxes of parents knowing we're safe and happy here, do we have to participate." Dad sighed at my question.

"Yes, all of you do."

"Damn, second question. Do you think my presence will make them reach their diversity quota due to interviewing a disabled kid?" Dad glared at me but I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"I expect you all to be on your best behavior today." We all froze when someone walked in.

"Don't worry on my account, Mr. Aizawa." A man with short, wavy black hair and glasses said. His whole vibe threw me off. I looked at my brother and he nodded in confirmation. "I wanna get a feel for what dorm life is really like, so there's no need for them to act any different than normal." I looked at Dad nervously, not wanting to be apart of this even more than a few moments ago.

"I didn't say you could come in yet." Dad grumbled out, already ticked off.

"I was told I had from eight a.m. till six p.m. So, unless my watch is wrong..."

"It's called basic respect, thirty seconds wouldn't have impeded that drastically on you." I said blandly, his eyebrow quirking in delight and making me retract from where I stood.

"I see Tsukare is as direct as ever. Hello, everyone, my name is Tokuda Taneo. I'm looking forward to learning more about you all." He bowed, and despite not verbally greeting him, I still bowed with the rest of my class. "Now, as I said, you don't need to do anything special. Just go about your day exactly as you normally would. The camera will do most of the work. I might ask an occasional question or two, and I hope you'll answer." He sent a flashy smile after, sending Mina into fangirl mode. Aoyama sighed and posed dramatically.

"Vous agissez naturel et pas plus brillant." (You act natural and not more shiny.) I said to the sparkling blond. He gasped in shock, clearly not expecting me to use french.

"Oh Tsukare, I knew I always liked you for a reason." I sucked in a deep breath and started walking away. I overheard Tokuda talking to Dad and glared at the floor, despising this guys façade. I didn't know what it was, but he rubbed me the wrong way within thirty seconds. I walked over to the wall out of sight and looked at Dad.

"You have that gut feeling too, right?" I asked in a whisper, Dad nodded slightly. "Do you have to go? I don't wanna be stuck with this guy." Dad hesitated but slightly nodded again. "Okay, I love you." He signed the sentiment back and soon left.

I sat down between my brother and Izuku, Denki across from me as we ate breakfast. My brother poked my arm to stop me from glaring at the table while the reporter snapped his pictures.

"Tsukare, when did you lose your hearing? I couldn't help but notice your hearing aids." Tokuda asked in his pretentious voice that made me want to bash my head against the wall.

"Few months ago." I said dryly, not even looking at him.

"So you were a student at the time? It's fascinating that they allowed you to stay in the hero course." I stabbed my food harshly.

"And it's fascinating that we're only just now finding out that you're an abelist with such a closed mind that even a fly couldn't fit through the door." He stilled for a moment and searched for the right words.

"My apologies if that's how it came off. I simply meant that with one of your senses hindered, it could be a safety issue." I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"Again, still an ableist. Accommodations exist for a reason, you don't have to like 'em, just have to respect 'em." He stiffly nodded and went back to snapping pictures while I went to my room to change.

He followed us everywhere. On the walk to school. He followed me to the nurses office until Chiyo kicked him out. In class. All day he was taking pictures and I was close to my breaking point.

"I want an action shot of everyone if that's alright." He told us at the start of hero training.

Dad solemnly agreed and let him do his job. My brother and I posed accordingly and I figured I would let myself have fun, flipping through the air and breaking the small stretch of ground with my quirk. My brother sent out his capture weapon with his mask on, his left hand fiddling with the dial on the side.

During sparring however, things changed. I needed to let lose, so I went to the boy who was naturally explosive rather than my brother like I normally would.

"Bakugou. Let's spar." He raised an eyebrow but didn't protest, the two of us going to an area and stretching.

"The reporters got you that worked up, earbleed?" I glared at him and he returned the gesture with ease.

"I don't like people invading my personal space or life. And after him sticking a camera in our faces for the last four hours, I have some anger I need to get out." He curtly nodded and we got ready. "Quirks or no quirks?"

"What, you afraid or something?" He asked cockily.

"Only of you knocking out another set of hearings aids." He scoffed but agreed to no quirks this time.

He lunged with a right hook and I countered by grabbing his wrist and sending a swift kick to his knees. He crouched and rolled into it, tackling me in the process. I flipped us over easily and got a hand on one of his wrists. Before I could even grab his other one, he reached across and rolled over, his back landing on my chest. He slid off and grabbed both of my wrists, a foot pinning an ankle.

"Gimme your best, your angers making you sloppy." I glared at him as he stood, the both of us ready to go again.

We went back and forth, each of us pinning the other more than once and earning some bruises in the process. I laid on my back, the blades of grass tickling my exposed skin as a bead of sweat trickled down my temple. I heaved out a breath, exhausted after Bakugou and I sparred. My brother came over and stood in front of me, reaching out and hand and hoisting me up with ease.

So what was that all about?

I don't like the reporter. He rubs me the wrong way.

A lot of people rub you the wrong way.

A decent amount do, but this is different.

Different how?

I don't know how to put it into words, but Dad feels it too. And don't tell me you haven't noticed it either. Somethings off about him.

I thought it was just because of his profession at first. But I don't trust him either.

I nodded and kept my head down at the sight of Tokuda pointing his camera towards us. Everything about him, his condescending smile, his fake personality, it just pissed me off more.

Even on the walk back to the dorms he took pictures of us.

'Just five more hours.' I tried to remind myself, knowing it was halfway over. But that brought me no peace of mind. It felt less like he was interviewing us and more like he was studying us intently.

I sat with Toshi, Denki and Kiri in the commons, my hearing aids out and on the charger. The stress of today really sinking in after a while. Midoriya waved me down from outside and I curiously walked out there.

"Do you wanna train with me? You still look kinda stressed.. N-Not that that's like, a bad thing or anything but I figured you might wanna blow off some more steam. Especially considering you sparred with Kacchan today out of everyone." I let out a sigh and nodded. We trained under the stoop on the porch, the two of us eventually sparring as my anger grew with the feeling of unwelcomed eyes on me.

I got Izuku pinned again, only freezing when I saw All Might making an entrance. He carried what looked like a grocery bag and I let my best friend up, cheerful as ever with seeing his idol. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, arms crossing over my chest. The former number one waved to me, clearly trying his best to be civil after everything that's happened.

"Young Tsukare, Young Midoriya, hello!" I sent him a curt nod and leaned against the door frame. He went on about a regular check up at the hospital and grabbing food or something. "I brought the extra buns for your class."

"Of course you did. Always thinking of others, huh?" I repressed a scoff at Izuku's enthusiasm and grabbed the bag from our suspended teacher. My friend going on about how he was the symbol of peace and this and that.

"Now it's your turn." All Might said while placing a hand on Midoriya's shoulder, turning to me but not grabbing my shoulder. "As well as yours, Young Tsukare." I gave him a stiff nod and a thumbs up, tuning out until he left. The front door opening in the corner of my eye caught my attention.

"Getting late. Squeezing in one last workout?" Tokuda asked from beside us, my head turned fully so I could read his lips.

"Oh, us, yes." Izuku stuttered out. The reporter leaned over towards me and I instinctively took a step back.

"Huh. Something smells good." He mused while looking at me with a weird level on intensity.

"Yeah. They're meat buns. They're supposed to smell appealing." I said blandly, the dry sarcasm oozing from my voice.

"Do you want one?" Midoriya quickly asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Yes, please." He responded enthusiastically. Begrudgingly, I sighed and handed him a meat bun, taking one for myself and passing another to Izuku. The two got to talking about All Might and rather than going back inside, I stayed and sat beside my friend on the porch, Tokuda on his other side. I 'listened' as Tokuda explained that All Might saved his fathers life. The picture he took ended up in the paper and I wanted to glare at him. Out of anything he could do in that moment, his instinct was to take a picture of his father being carried out of the blaze by All Might. He handed Midoriya a picture of my friend and his mentor while saying 'it's your turn.' I was perplexed by the look on his face and I looked at him curiously. Multiple camera's began protruding from his body for a simple explanation of his quirk. "Everybody heard All Might's last words after the Kamino incident." My blood ran cold and I glared at him, Izuku turning to look at me cautiously.

"Well I didn't hear shit. Mind keeping it that way?" I said bitterly, my chest already tightening at how far he might take this.

"He said 'now, it's your turn.'" He decided to continue. "And I think, he was saying that to you." He said while looking at Midoriya. “My investigations found plenty of similarities between you two. The quirk you manifested is a power type like his. All Might even saved you before. From the sludge villain. And after you enrolled at UA High at the same time, he became a teacher here. I visited the Pussycats' agency. I met Kota there. That's when my suspicions were truly confirmed. Midoriya, I believe you are All Might's successor. What do you think about that?" I tried to stifle my laughter but soon was completely keeled over in a fit of hysterics.

"Wow, oh my god you are stretching for a scoop, and I thought villains were delusional." I managed to get out while huffing for air. "Okay, now that you're done being creepy and shit, I think I need to clear a few things up for you." I said while wiping a fake tear from my eye. "Power strength quirks aren't all that uncommon, it's not a rarity like Todoroki having two quirks. When you put it under a microscope like that, all strength quirks usually have the same base line. Second, when he was rescued from the sludge villain, he wasn't the only one rescued that day. The whole him being a teacher thing is redundant and far fetched, All Might's here on a contract and if you look at other parts of the picture, look at how many successful heroes are out there after a pro started teaching here that same year. And Kota? Kota has only just started warming up to the thought of heroes, let alone genuinely liking them. Izuku saved him during the training camp, despite the risk and followed up injuries. And the whole ‘now it’s your turn’ thing? He’s said that to just about every student in here, he just said it to me earlier too. I understand everyone freaking out after All for One made an appearance, but jeez, you're just stretching for something that's so far fetched only toddlers or superstitiously paranoid people would believe it." I fell over cackling again, falling off the porch edge and into the grass. My best friend jumped down and helped me up, trying his best not to laugh at my hysterics.

"I should probably apologize," Tokuda stated once we got back up, "I was never planning to report on dorm life."

"Fucking called it." He looked at me in disbelief.

"I apologize. But, I just had to know that there's still light in this world. How did you see through my bluff, though?"

"You were obvious from the moment you walked in." I told him with a smirk, laughing to myself still at how dense that guy could be. He smirked but extended his hand to shake mine, I hesitated but shook his hand and he quickly yanked me towards him. Instinctively, I elbowed him in the gut and kicked the backs of his knees. He spluttered on the ground and I stood there, processing how quickly I reacted. "I would apologize, but you had it coming. I don't like people touching me." I waved and walked back in, watching how he pulled the same thing on Midoriya a few moments later. Dad was standing inside, smiling ever so slightly as I walked in.

So, find out why he was here?

That guys delusional, thought that All Might passed on his quirk to Midoriya and is making him the next symbol of peace or something, some reporters really reach for the stars.

I see. I also see you stuck your ground?

Yeah, he decided to try and pull me in for a picture, I reacted.

Dad sighed and ruffled my hair.

"Hey Dad, can I get my ears pierced?" I asked randomly, a spontaneous thought popping in my brain. He looked at me perplexed, clearly not knowing what to say.

"Let's talk to Pops about it tomorrow, yeah?" I nodded contently and washed up for dinner.

I went to the bathroom and took off my tank top that got dirtied from falling off the porch. My stomach churned at the sight of my scars, despising how they looked. I examined myself in the mirror, ridiculing my appearance. I looked repulsive. My hair was a mess, sticking in every direction imaginable. My dark circles and bags under my eyes prominent in contrast against the rest of my skin. The scar on my face still a bright pink, others decorated across my skin in different shapes, sizes and colors. I looked horrible, everything else adding onto it. My scars were like a fucked up map that nobody can read and get lost no matter what because they usually give up after the first few minutes. The rough terrain engraved along flesh scaring them away as though it's a warning. Telling them if they chose to take the risk of knowing me, they might end up like me, if not worse.

Tears welled in my eyes and I let them fall silently as I poked and prodded at my own skin. My minimal self esteem taking a plummet and my insecurities taking over. My heart clenched as my thoughts spiraled out of control. I furiously wiped my tears away when I heard the door open, Denki making an appearance in the mirror. He didn't say anything. He simply walked behind me and held me. His chest flush with my back, arms wrapped around my waist securely. My eyes shut tight, still not used to the tender gestures of affection outside of family. He tucked his chin on my shoulder and swayed us back and forth softly.

"What's going on?" He asked me softly, clearly hesitant on broaching the subject.

"It's dumb." I tried to dismiss it, my voice weak.

"Then tell me about it." I sighed and let my body deflate a bit.

"It's just my scars.. they look gross." His face fell at my defeated tone.

"They don't though." I sniffled and shook my head but he pulled me closer. "They don't, I wouldn't lie to you, especially about something like that."

"Well, I think they look gross."

"I think they look hot." I let out a weak laugh, dissolving into a fit of giggles.

He wasn't afraid to get close, to take the journey of knowing me despite the warnings and hazard signs.

His arms moved, hands settling themselves on my hips now. Multiple scars on display while his thumbs rubbed circles into the marred skin.

"See? You look hot." I giggled a little more, blushing brightly once he placed a cheeky kiss on my neck.

"Denks, I think you might be delusional." He huffed and narrowed his eyes at me in a playful manner.

"Pfft, I'm not delusional, I'm a good judge of hotness." I rolled my eyes and relaxed into his chest. He smiled softly and pecked another kiss on my cheek this time. "What makes you think that?" I tugged my lip between my teeth as I thought.

"I don't see anyone outside of my family loving me when I look like this. All my scars say is I'm damaged goods." His face softened and I felt my stomach churn at my honesty.

"You're not damaged goods, and even if you were, so what? All that means is that you've been through a lot. Shit, you could say I'm damaged goods but you wouldn't." I nodded solemnly, knowing he had a point on that one.

"You're not, Denki." He hummed and started swaying us again.

"I think I am, but you don't think that. We can go back and forth all night and make it nowhere. Or we can agree that we don't see each other as damaged goods and come back to it another day." I nodded and let my head roll onto his shoulder. I felt the vibrations of him talking and popped my head back up. "It's nothing." I playfully glared at him and turned around, hoisting myself up to sit on the counter.

"That's not fair, using my disability against me to keep your secrets but still say them to me." He stepped closer and stood between my legs, hands moving to rest on my thighs. Fingers dancing up and down the sweatpants.

"Do you wanna know what I said?" He asked softly, looking up at me.

"Yeah." He smirked and trailed his fingers up to my hips before gliding them back down towards my knee. My heart beating faster at the tender touches and how close he was.

"I said that I wish you could see just how hot you are, you look perfect without trying and you deserve to treat yourself like the amazing person you are." I looked down at my lap, pushing away the butterflies in my stomach. He quickly made me look up at him, our foreheads resting against the others.

We sat there for a minute, just soaking each other in. He slowly leaned back a smidge, eyes bouncing up and down from my lips before leaning in. My eyes shut and I let my arms wrap around his shoulders. The moment I felt his soft lips touch mine for the second time, I took in a sharp breath of air. His hands moved back up to my hips while one of mine moved to his beautiful, blond hair. The kiss was gentle, our lips hesitantly moving together in a slow yet unsteady rhythm. It was perfect. Just like everything about him. He slowly pulled away and smirked when I tried to chase the kiss without thinking. He went to say something until I turned my head when I saw something move in the corner of my eye. Hanta and Kiri stood there wide eyed, jaws dropped. I ducked my head and buried my face in Denki's neck, feeling just how red I surely was.

As flustered as I was, I was even more confused on what this meant for us.

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mysterylover123 · 5 years ago

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BNHA Rewatch: Episode 57 “Rescue Exercises”

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aka The One With Rescue Exercises. Title basically says it all.

Wow what a waste of resources. I’m realizing that Tomura, if he hadn’t been so traumatized, could’ve had a very lucrative job sparing them expensive explosive equipment. What could have been.

Ah Deku is so thrilled. This is his thing. Saving to win.

LOL HUC. They’re such a clever idea. I wish the series used them more. This is the kinda material I signed up for when I started watching BNHA. How to teach being a Superhero.

Ugh why must we do this. I do like the idea that everyone in Class A thinks Deku is some kind of sex god because of this (they’re right). On the other hand, it’s Mineta. So it’s automatically stupid.

Deku is not responding to a hot girl waving at him like this. I think his gay is confirmed.

Uraraka’s annoying crush counter: 12. Deku is again scared of a girl, and Ochako just gets jealous of him.

Nagamasa apologizes to Katsuki so I instantly like him. Also WOW Kirishima may be the only guy in Class A with a waistline more fabulous than Kacchan’s.

Todoroki trying awkwardly to make friends with Inasa Aw.

Ooh Deku notices Tododeku moment?

Jesus Uraraka just ask the guy out already! Or are you actually just jealous that he gets so many hot girls? The way you’re eyeing Camie is making me wonder if you’re really as straight as you claim to be.

“Damn extras” really Kacchan? Kiri and Kami are still damn extras? That’s harsh, man.

Yeah yeah Naga that would be cool if Ibara didn’t have the same power already. Also I kinda ship Nagamasa/Inasa a bit, since Inasa is Deku level of Fanboy over him in this scene.

Deku screws up a little here, but immediately recovers because he’s the best and that smile saved my life and made my small heart grow three sizes that day.

This is clever, of course, speaking to Nana Shimura’s philosophy about saving a person’s heart as well as their lives.

Deku is just the best.

Uraraka’s annoying crush counter: 13. OK she finally gets rid of it in this episode (for now), but seriously, what was the freaking point of all those annoying repetitive scenes reiterating her feelings if she’s just gonna get rid of them in the end?

I have no idea what the point of this is, honestly, except to prolong the “will they or won’t they” for no good reason.

It also ends up creeping me out because if that imitation theme, since Uraraka is still trying to be just like Deku and hasn’t learned a goddamn thing.

She’s only bailed out from failing here by Momo, and frankly I think she should’ve had to fail here so she could learn a lesson, like Todoroki and Bakugou, and change a bit, and stop falling into the same pattern. Because she still hasn’t figured it out, as of the time of this writing. Nothing’s changed. She still just wants to be like Deku and hasn’t learned to see him as a flawed, human being who she genuinely connects with and loves on a personal level beyond hero-worship. And that’s a bad thing in HeroAca. So unless the series actually does the hard work of changing their relationship and letting Uraraka mature and learn what it really means to love someone (which is not hero-worshipping them from afar and trying to be just like them, whatever Toga might say), I can’t ship them. I just can’t get behind it in canon. I like the fanon for it, where the positive aspects of their relationship are focused on, with maturity and grace. But in the show…they’ve got a lot of work to do, if they’re gonna be an endgame couple. (And frankly, she has a long way to go before she can supplant Kacchan in Deku’s eyes as his confidante, hero duo teammate, and object of greatest admiration).

Ah Inasa is great at wind!

Seiji is so hilariously out of touch.

Momo is just the best and we don’t deserve her.

Oh look isn’t Uraraka doing so much better now she’s decided to pretend she doesn’t like Deku dammit Ochako why can’t be cool anymore.

HAHA WOW BAKUGOU. I mean, you know what it feels like to be kidnapped and in need of rescuing, would you wanna be talked at like this? OK in hindsight, maybe he’s projecting his own feeling of inferiority onto these people - it’s himself he’s mad at, in the end, after all.

I’m really jealous of that HUC guy right now. Why does everyone get to be carried by Deku except me.

And now Ganga Orca. Ooh that fierce little smile on Deku’s face. I love it.

Episode 57 is ok. It doesn’t entirely feel like a complete episode, actually, because it’s so much a transition between two parts and an exposition dump about what part 2 of the exam entails. But there are some strong moments in it here and there, it’s full of adorable Deku scenes, and moves the plot forward nicely.

BKDK CORNER:

Nothing really, just the usual contrast between the two. Notably, both screw up in the rescue exercises at first, but Deku gets yelled at in return and ends up learning from his mistake. They’re definitely foils, as always. Though in this arc, Deku has the advantage, because he’s been starting to embrace that other side of himself, and Katsuki still hasn’t.

BEST GIRL OF THE EP: I’m gonna go with Momo again.

RANKER: Weird and Whacky BNHA institutions

5 The Business Course at UA

4 The MLA (Meta Liberation Army)

3 Hero Online Network

2 JP Hero Billboard Chart

1 HUC

#my hero academia #season 3 episode 19 #rescue exercises #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #inasa yoarashi #momo yaoyorozu #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #once again my priorities are very obvious #minor comments on everything else #and a super long rant about uraraka taking up #like half the thing #and the rest is deku fangirling #i'm so predictable lol #well to be fair #not much else going on in this one.

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andypantsx3 · 3 years ago

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unconventional | 1 | midoriya x reader

pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~13,000 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Excited to see more of your favorite heroes? Check out the additions to our weekend line up! http://bit.ly/9iJZ5jt

( ✧Д✧ )ᕗ @jell3_bell3 replying to @heroexpo_official okay but what if u just replaced every slot with an uravity panel

xinju @greenhopp replying to @jell3_bell3 and @heroexpo_official ooh concept: a red riot meet and greet, but instead of shaking hands u get to pet his abs

zennie | commissions open! @jennie_xz_art TBT to last year when I got yelled at by @officialdynamight. May you all be similarly blessed by him this weekend. #HeroX #spicyangriboi

green bean protection squad @bunnnniboi replying to @heroexpo_official they added a DEKU MEETING AND GREET?? you mean i get to see him IN PERSON???? brb astral projecting outta my fucken body

The truth of it was, you hadn’t originally planned on going.

HeroExpo sounded like the perfect thing for a huge hero nerd like you—a weekend packed full of panels, art, meet and greets, and a sea of fans just as wild for it all as you were. There was going to be all manner of food, merch, and even things directly relevant to your major—talks by support techs on building the next generation of hero gear, booths hawking knock off gear, and a hall specifically reserved for support item testing.

It would have been recreational and aspirational, and you had wanted to go for as long as you had known of the convention’s existence.

The issue was that HeroExpo cost money.

Lots of it.

As a college student nearing the end of a very intensive degree, you were not exactly raking in the big bucks, and you frankly had somewhat larger designs on the produce section of the grocery store than you did on HeroExpo. It was a hard draw between shelling out for tickets and eating something slightly more substantial than cup noodles for the rest of the semester.

You’d quite honestly been leaning towards the option where you ate actual food with a shelf life of under three years—especially since you’d recently heard tell of a sophomore who’d gotten scurvy off a semester of pasta and Ritz crackers—and you’d resigned yourself to another year of inattendance. You’d even started to make all the proper arrangements, bookmarking fan blogs and scrolling through twitter to follow people who said they would be attending HeroX so you could experience the event from the sidelines.

And that is when it happened. The patron saint of hero fangirls smiled down upon you, in the form of one very auspicious tweet.

HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Want to experience HeroX for free? Volunteer with our crew and get a free weekend pass! http://bit.ly/f1JX6ty

You had never clicked anything faster in your life, throwing your details into the form at speeds high enough to break the sound barrier. You shamelessly played up your support tech major, volunteering to help with any tech and tooling issues the staff encountered. And if you had also maybe buffed up the weight limit you could feasibly carry, and exaggerated your willingness to work with children, well, that was your own business. Besides, a few hours each day swearing and sweating over merch boxes would be well worth it to get into HeroX.

An organizer had called you within hours—eager college students with tons of enthusiasm and zero labor standards were apparently their target employment pool—and, after chatting with her over the phone and confirming the totally untrue weight limits you had just submitted, you were in.

And that was how you found yourself packed into the convention center downtown, with roughly thirty other hero nerds who, by the looks of them, had also definitely oversold their weight-carrying capabilities. You’d shown up the Thursday before to get your badges, then watched approximately a million hours of ancient work safety videos, detailing the appropriate use of ladders, operation of the trash compactors out back, and the suggested box lifting techniques.

Then they’d set you to work unpacking ten billion plastic chairs, laying out cheap scratchy tables along the hall that would become artist’s alley. You unfurled several hundred meters of line barriers with those retractable belts, and shunted boxes around like the grunt you were. It was backbreaking and totally unglamorous, and you’d started sweating only ten minutes into it.

It all proved worth it, though, when you caught your first glimpse of Red Riot passing through the lobby of the adjoining hotel, chatting animatedly with someone you guessed might be his manager, his bright red hair unmistakable even in his street clothes. Over the course of the afternoon, several other heroes followed, each one of them sending your heartbeat racing with a shocked little thrill.

It reignited the spark of your excitement for the weekend to come, and you’d started hauling boxes and unrolling barrier tape with renewed vigor. At the end of the day, you hauled yourself back to your apartment and passed out in your bed, exhausted but pleased, and excited for the prospect of tomorrow.

Had you known what awaited you when you showed up for your morning shift, however, you might not have been so excited.

Because when you walked into the staff room that Friday morning, a nightmare awaited you.

“You said you’re good with kids, right?” one of the organizers asked you. “We need you to wear this.”

You were actually not that good with kids, despite what you had claimed on your application, so the question itself was concerning enough.

But even more concerning was the this in question. A puffy, luridly-colored mascot suit, in the very vague shape of retired number one hero All Might. It puffed out in a bulge of stuffed muscles, moldering spandex, and an unfathomably large head, with a horrifyingly misshapen cut out in the smile where your face was probably supposed to poke out.

“No,” was out of your mouth the second your eyes locked onto it.

The organizer looked up from her phone, then, throwing you an evaluating look, and you realized that the fate of your afternoon attendance at HeroX rested on a different answer.

You backpedaled.

“Uh, I mean—how...how bad could it be,” you said faintly, eyes darting to the costume again. It stared back in a pile of lumpy muscles and yellow foam eyebrows. A hard pit of dread coiled in your stomach.

All Might was an icon. He had a special place in your heart—as he did with every member of your generation—and under other circumstances you would have been happy to pay homage to him in the stupidest outfit imaginable. But the suit was honestly super creepy and looked ancient as hell, and you could already see the way children were going to flock to it, like birds to a fat pile of bread crumbs.

Sweet lord above, you hoped the afternoon panels were gonna be worth this.

“You’re going to want to stick to one area, and look down if you do have to walk anywhere,” the organizer said briskly. “I’ve been told it’s hard to see where you’re going in that.”

She toed it towards you with the point of an ankle boot. “There’s an Uravity panel at ten in Hall C, you’ll probably want to start there. She’s popular with the younger kids.”

“Great,” you said hollowly, stooping to scoop it off the floor. You could barely fit your hands around the head, so you grabbed onto one of All Might’s signature bunny-ear bangs, hefting it over your shoulder like an axe. “Sounds great.”

Getting it through the door also proved a Sisyphean effort, but after several minutes of shoving and some creative angling, you managed to get it into the hall. Several of the other volunteer nerds eyed you sympathetically as you passed them, looking guiltily relieved that they’d escaped your fate.

Outside of Hall C, you wiggled your way into the suit, another endeavor that proved almost beyond human capability. Once you zipped it up, you discovered it was instantly stuffy inside, and smelled slightly mildewy, like it hardly ever saw the outside of a storage bin.

And it proved to get even stuffier over the course of the morning. Even with the mouth hole you could peek most of your face out of, the rest of the suit stayed warm, retaining your body heat and stubbornly resisting even the slightest modicum of airflow. As you had expected, children flocked to it, screaming with joy and rocketing towards you with all the speed and deadly intent of rampaging rhinoceroses.

By the end of the morning you'd worked up a mild headache from the heat and the spectacular volume of the convention-going children, and you were strongly looking forward to getting the damned thing off you. You needed to feel the cool air of the convention center on you once more the same way you needed air to breathe, or needed an advil for the pressure at your temples. You were also starving, and fully intended to descend upon Lunch Rush’s cafe station like a vulture on carrion.

So you may have been rushing as you made your way back to the staff rooms. Which is probably why you weren’t really being careful, or looking down as you had been advised to whenever you moved.

And that's when it happened.

As you passed the entrance to Hall C, your foot slid forward on something, shooting out from underneath you like you’d stepped on a skateboard. You stumbled backwards, arms whirling. You managed to slap the blunt edge of one wall with one of All Might’s foam hands, which bounced straight back off of it. And then you lost your balance, tripping backwards.

You’d just let out a strangled squeak of panic when there was a woosh of air, and your back bumped something that was decidedly higher than the floor. You could feel something shift through the foam of All Might’s caped shoulder, and the ceiling moved strangely in front of your eyes. It took you a moment to realize you were being helped back onto your feet.

“Um, are you alright?” someone asked you, slightly muffled through All Might’s giant head. The tone was male, gentle but sure, a careful lilt in it that you could have sworn you’d heard before.

You had to turn your entire body to see over your shoulder.

The person who had caught you was a guy. A super cute guy, at least as far as you could tell. He was fairly tall, packed with lean muscle, and broad across the shoulders—but it was hard to make out how much of that was real.

The issue was that he was wearing the most convincing Deku costume you had ever seen—no, the most convincing cosplay overall that you’d ever seen.

He had all the details of Deku’s suit just right, down to the material of his leg bracers and the color of the hardware on his gloves. It seemed to fit him just right, too, tapering in at his trim waist and stretching enticingly across those broad shoulders, cupping lovingly to a downright illegal set of biceps. You wondered absently if those were real or foam cut out, and had to stop yourself from reaching out to find out.

He even had tiny little freckles painted on, had achieved the same fluffy, bed head consistency to his inky green curls, and had clearly let someone work incredible professional magic with his makeup. His facial structure looked almost exactly the same as Deku’s, maybe just a little sharper than the Deku you knew from TV.

You’d always thought Deku himself was fairly handsome, if implausibly sweet-looking for someone with that amount of raw power, but this guy was almost something else entirely. He was definitely nailing the wholesome thing, too, but that strong jawline and the watchful attentiveness of his gaze were doing something to you that the Deku from TV did not.

You realized you were staring, and quickly moved to correct course.

“I’m alright, thank you for catching me,” you said, gesturing with one of All Might’s thick arms. “I literally do not know if I would have been capable of getting back up.”

Those green eyes flicked over you, and a smile pulled at his mouth. It hit you like a flash of bright sunshine, charmingly sincere, and you had to remind yourself that breathing was a thing you should probably be doing.

“Save people with a smile, right?” he said.

You laughed. How very Deku of him.

“And what a truly heinous villain I have been rescued from,” you said, finally catching sight of your trip hazard. The offending candy wrapper stared back up at you from the floor, villainously. You didn’t dare lean down to collect it in case the Deku fanboy had to cause to save you again.

He noticed it too, however, and leaned over and plucked it off the floor to toss it in a nearby trash can. You tried very hard not to notice the way the muscles in his thighs pulled as he leaned over.

So. Those appeared to be very, very real.

“Do you also need rescuing from, um, All Might?” he asked, eyes flicking over your mascot suit again as he straightened. “He looks hard to navigate in.”

You couldn’t help but grin back at him. “I’ll be free of him in a couple minutes for lunch break, but thanks. All Might is lucky he’s the only hero I would put up with this for.”

Even then, you still kind of wanted to dump the damn suit in the trash compactor out back and watch its huge head get compacted until it exploded, but you kept that particular fantasy to yourself. It could have been the costume, but this guy looked way too nice for petty shit like that.

The Deku fanboy perked up. “He’s amazing, isn’t he?”

Ah, so an All Might fan in addition to a Deku fan. But who wasn’t, really?

“He’s a legend for a reason,” you said earnestly. “I’m glad we’ve moved past the All Might era to a structure where heroes aren’t expected to shoulder the burdens of society alone like that. But I can’t begin to imagine the kind of selflessness and strength it took for him to be the icon he was for so long. I still feel safe whenever I look at him.”

The fanboy’s eyes brightened, lighting on you speculatively. “That’s it exactly.”

He smiled again, intimate and almost conspiratorial, like a ray of summer sunshine washing over you. You wanted to bask in it like a cat in a warm window. You couldn't help but feel weirdly drawn to him for someone you had just met, like he was someone familiar to you, someone you might be safe with.

Honestly, this dude could have given Deku himself a run for his money.

“What’s your name?” you found yourself asking.

The fanboy blinked, almost like he was surprised you had asked. “Izuku. What’s yours?”

You stifled a surprised laugh. Either he was staying super in character, or you had just found out why Deku was clearly his favorite hero.

Cute.

“Ah, of course,” you said agreeably, though you felt none of the same need to masquerade as All Might. Especially given that you were about to be mercifully free of him. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he echoed, smiling again, and the sound of your name in that gentle but firm tone did weird things to your ability to breathe.

It was maybe this lack of oxygen flow to your brain that prompted you to ask your next question, something you never might have done if you hadn’t been so strangely, instantly charmed by him. Something that, you would find out only later, would set off the chain of events that led to the rest of your weekend.

“Hey, I’m about to be off shift for the rest of the afternoon,” you told him. “Can I treat you to lunch, as a thanks for the save?”

The fanboy looked back at you, those green eyes flickering over you with a keen discernment almost at odds with that warm smile. You felt suddenly like he caught everything, every little detail, like he was the type who could pick something apart and put it back together with just a look alone. You ignored the recessed part of your brain that began to pipe up about his potential to take you apart.

You had just met him, and no matter how cute he was, you needed to at least get to know the guy first. Plus, you were wearing a moldering All Might mascot suit and he’d watched you wipe out on a candy wrapper. He likely was not finding you the epitome of sexy right now.

The fanboy looked a little shy, then, and lifted an arm to tousle the curls at the back of his head. You had occasion to notice that the muscles in his arm were also very, very real, and your mouth went kind of dry.

“I think I’d like that,” he said, another smile turning up the corner of his mouth. “Where did you have in mind?”

Your mouth pulled into a grin again, pleased, and you gestured vaguely to your All Might suit. “Let me rid myself of this monstrosity, and I’ll treat you to Lunch Rush’s?”

He nodded that head of wild curls. “Sounds great. I’ll, um, wait for you here?”

You nodded as best you were able to in the All Might costume, feeling strangely giddy. It was just lunch, but you were excited to have made an acquaintance at the convention, and it didn't hurt that he was as weirdly winsome as he was.

It wasn’t every day you found another hero fan with a smile that pretty, and it was all but unheard of for a fanboy to be as built as this dude obviously was. Plus, if the save and the shy hair tousling was anything to go by, this guy was genuinely a nice boy, and the accuracy of his suit told you he might even be a bigger hero nerd than you were. You hoped desperately that the two of you would hit it off over lunch.

And with that thought, you waved him off. You turned on your heel, darting back to the staff rooms as quickly as All Might would allow, your heartbeat fluttering in your chest.

And that is how things started.

Just a heads up that this fic is going to be posted somewhat slower than my usual pace!! I'm going to be taking a little more time off of writing than I typically do for ~self care~ because I've been getting a little burnt out at work. Thank you for understanding!! 💕

#midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha

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pov: fablesofkitkat bets they could hurt you and Shoto in a story (oneshot)

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Synopsis:

“Love is weird, huh?"

His fingers slipped on the wooden piece. The clatter was loud. The dual quirk user caught himself. “What was that, princess?”

“Love. Liking someone romantically. Weird stuff, huh?”

“…Indeed?”

genre: fluff/angst

AN: i posted this before, deleted it and now imma post it after a few tweaks.

tagging bnha angst fiends: @speedmetalqueen @bootyholelicker @bl--ankhaeji @madeofsaltiness @happilyheavenproductions @stuckoutsideofthebox @that-fic-girl @shijjii @izuoyarmin @bolinbxby @comehome2myheart @kimyouxe

You and Todoroki were curled up on the tatami floor in his room, sharing one blanket.

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"It's weird."

"What's weird?" You turned to him.

He was holding his knees with his head resting on them. Slowly, he steals your breath away with a smile, along with your heart. Wrong. There was nothing to steal anyways. You already pinned yours on his sleeves, giving your heart to him. Volunteering as tribute.

"I always seem to say more than I should when I'm around you."

The mood shifts ambiguously.

"Ah." You cleared your throat. "Is it because my presence is forgettable? That way you feel I'm safe?"

He chuckles. The swarm of butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach. "You? Forgettable? Not likely. Safe, I agree. You're my confidant."

"Then maybe because I'm vulnerable around you alot and you got influenced?" You guessed.

"Maybe. Why are you so red?" He asks suddenly, teasing you upon noticing the rapidly reddening cheeks you're sporting.

"Speak for yourself." You scoffed. His right pinky curling and locked with yours. Your legs pressed against his. You weren't exactly caught off guard. You saw it coming and you simply stayed still but you couldn't avoid being flustered. "Also, when you like someone you adopt their habits."

"How arrogant."

"Is it arrogant when proven right?"

"...I never confessed."

"Neither did I."

"But you kissed me." He says bluntly.

You dry coughed. "I- Well- You pushed your face towards me!"

"I just wanted to see you blush. You were very... forward."

"You enjoyed it!" You scowled, embarrassed.

He slowly brings his face closer to you. Closer, and closer, and boop-

Your nose touching his.

You and Todoroki blushing madly but he wears it better because he prompts,

But you worked hard to make the public love them again. You worked hard to expose Dynamight's 'gap moe' and all the fangirls came flooding in, supporting the once hated arrogant hero. Deku didn't need much of your help with the public because he was inherently kind and naturally charming. It took a few clips of him and Dynamight's teaming up that three types of fangirls emerged: the one who support Dynamight, the one who support Deku and the one who shipped them together. Endeavor needed careful planning, you didn't expose him too much on camera but the small feats, the humble work he did that he used to think was far beneath him, you had them on the newspaper just at the far corner. Humility. You didn't want Endeavor's changes to be shoved down the public's throat, just enough for it to simmer and have them come to their own opinion.

"Now what?"

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The thing worse than a rebellion is what causes the rebellion. That's what the League of Villains stands for, isn't it? A rebellion against the corruption of Hero Society, against the real villains of the society: The Public Safety Commission. Someone had to take the brunt of the public's anger and first it was Endeavor, Hawks and now the new generation is taking a hit from the public as well. Dynamight for his arrogance, media couldn't help but see the similarities of Endeavor in the Explosion Hero. Every now and then, there were slanders to his character but all in safety of anonymity. Shoto had gotten the public's ire too with the simple relation of being Endeavor's son. And... Deku, more than anyone else got public hate the same way All Might did; when All-For-One revealed their quirk, the power to take away a person's quirk, a large number of the masses agreed that true equality could only be achieved when quirks ceased to exist. The League of Villain was defeated but the idea sat at the back of some people's minds.

Lastly, your husband: Shoto. He was transparent, straightforward, no-nonsense, and he took the public's hate with a stride. Still, you went on talk shows just so you could give the public an idea of how adorable he is. You talked about how terrible he is with cooking, stories that painted normalcy, you worked hard to make him stand in good light. You wanted the public to see how similar the heroes are to them, that the only difference between the public and the heroes is occupation. Hell, you even took it a step further and made them realize that heroes aren't immortal and that they risk their lives through a documentary you were working on. You became the diplomat between heroes and the public.

That's why you became a target.

There was a new league of villain on the rise. The big named heroes were called and those who were on standby didn't think too much when a hero's home got attacked. Whoever was attacked, they're a hero as well, surely they can handle it. Despite the distress signal, the standby heroes took their time to respond. It was only mere minutes anyway. Shōto's house was found destroyed, and somehow it turned into a jungle. Your quirk, when you bleed, plants grow.

A city wide broadcast follows, interrupting the news, the rebels talked about how you covering the rotten cores of heroes, how you blinded the public with a fake persona, how you made your married life sparkling that everyone forgot how villainous the heroes are. It was sickening how you put the heroes' name in the sky as if they never did anything wrong. Not anymore, they'll shut you up. They made sure to shut you up but they weren't a total villain like the heroes, they relented you a chance to say goodbye,

"Mom, see how death follows a hero everywhere?-" You smiled at the phone you were holding. There was a cut on the video and when it resumes you had a swelling cheek. "Mom, listen to me carefully, I'm sorry I don't think I can visit you this weekend."

You took a shaky breath, trying your best not to cry. "Thank you for raising me. I'm sorry- you are a brave woman and I commend you.."

"You done?"

"No, wait- Shoto, sweetie, my wonderful husband... " You smiled affectionately at the camera, but tears trails down at the thought of leaving him. "I wish to commend you-"

You let out a sob and tried hard to stop the tremors on your body. You wiped away your tears and resumed to smiling sweetly, if this was to be your husband's last memory of you, at least let it be you smiling. "But you still have one thing to do: take care of our son. I love you."

You blinked the tears away, making it fall down your cheeks but you persevered to smile despite the ache on your cheeks. You don't wanna die. "Live your lives. I love you all. Especially you my son, I'm sorry I can't be there with you when you grow up. I love you. I love you all."

You wipe the tears again and kissed the camera. There was muffled click of the gun's safety being removed. The video ends.

"Retired hero, Vine, murdered in her own home."

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Heroes against the public. For all the work the heroes did for the public, this is how they repay them: a hero dead. Not just any hero but everything she stood for. A bridge between the heroes and the civilians. After all the work she did, despite running herself ragged, just so everyone can reach an understanding. Until when... When will the heroes stop bowing towards the public? When will their condemnation stop?

"Protests to abolish the PSC rises."

"Flame-Ice Hero's wife murdered in cold blood."

"Hero diplomat, Vine, murdered by protesters."

"Heroes in pandemonium to catch fleeing protesters."

His wife was dead.

---

Todoroki raised his head, his wife's body covered in white cloth, lying down on the mortuary table. He uncovers your face, you looked so peaceful despite the violent shot through your brain. He screamed; wept; shook your body; he pleads for you to wake up; he pleads to Kami for some miracle; he broke down.

Shoto curled up. Covered his head. And tried to unmake reality and do it again, he would've stayed home.

He was not the only one here. All of your friends were here, the whole class A, his family, a hand on his shoulder, Endeavor, he barely felt it.

There were only screams and weeping. And then, silent fury. He and along the vengeful were gone, tearing the city to find the murderers. The shocked ones like your mother, wandered about in her own home, unsure of what to do. Jobs were neglected, some were done half-heartedly.

Not everyone. Some people, those who never knew you, those who never even heard of your deeds avoided those who mourned. Why was everyone crying? It was just another hero who died. A retired hero who couldn't even defend herself against her assailants. What a shabby hero. Why didn't she just kill them like how shitty heroes usually did?

Call them cruel but the world wasn't ending. When everyone was done with grieving, the world will still be there. The city will just be fine.

The old man spoke of your name solemnly. "... when my daughter was kidnapped for human trafficking, no hero looked at the case, they shoved it to the police, the police told me it was a hero case, I went back and forth between the two bureaus and I heard about her, it was a long shot but-"

People died all the time anyways.

---

There were eulogies to be said. Not just from the heroes but also the civilians who received your help.

He was riped with age, back permanently bent, a cane to steady him. Some of those who were here for your funeral, listened. Others, numb, oblivious to the way they knelt around your casket.

"She was a hero and yet- she never thought it was beneath her to help my daughter's case. Some heroes see catching villains is the only hero's job... but her? It wasn't that at all. She believed every crime to be solved is a hero's duty. She returned my daughter- alive- and well.."

He spoke from the heart. "Afterwards, she shouldn't have anything to do with me. But she kept in touch- paid for my daughter's therapy. I didn't know her well. But she cared about the people, she wasn't just a token hero. Yeah, she didn't beat up villains but she was the best damn hero for me."

He hung his head.

"She was a hero that everyone forgot to aspire to be."

Then you had to go and be killed by a bunch of extras. He never thought he'd owe someone he could never repay to now.

He wiped his eyes. You have touched many lives. Ochako could see the old man was one of many as he looked at the crowd.

---

There was a pair of heroes enraged beyond belief, tirelessly turning brick and stone to find the murderers. Dynamight had always been a hothead but now, no one could say it was without cause. He owed you despite being an extra. He called you Weed because of your plant quirk. He didn't care if the public hated him but the adoration did make his life a lot easier due to your help. He promised you and Icy-hot that he'd repay you for that.

Shōto's grief manifested into fury. He had ice-like persona, no one could see past through his seriousness except you. He was as clear as the ice; his temper as tranquil as a glacier. But glaciers do crack and once they break off, a tsunami comes. Vengeance. For wrath. The world had ended. It was only fair that his wife's murderers should end as well.

Press statement to the perpetrators from Flame Ice Hero: Shoto

"YOU KILLED HER!! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN,HIDE AS WELL AS YOU CAN BECAUSE WHEN I FIND YOU ALL, I WILL FEEZE EVERY DROP OF BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS AND BURN YOUR BODIES INTO ASHES. PRAY THAT WHEN I FIND YOU, YOUR DEATH IS SWIFT. Pray but no god will save you from me!!"

---

Todoroki slams the man against the bars, hands gripping the collar. He activates his quirk ice starting to creep on his right arm.

"You can't kill him, Todoroki." Iida says with worried eyes. "They turned themselves in. They're at the mercy of the law."

"Mercy? Did they grant my wife mercy?" Kami, he wanted to kill them all. It was so so easy.

"They're sentenced a lifetime imprisonment."

"They're alive, the very thing they deprived my wife of. Why should they live when they took her life?!"

"Because it wouldn't bring her back!"

Todoroki screamed himself hoarse. "Then what do I do, Iida?! What do I do with the gaping hole in my chest?! What do I do when every second feels like dying?! That every moment that passes I wish I was the one who's dead?! Don't tell me to forgive them when all I could think of is cursing them to death! I curse them all!!"

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"To feel better? Midoriya, you misunderstand me. I want to kill them not because I'd feel better. I know it won't. It's simple really. I want to kill them because I want them dead. That's all."

"Sneaking in here and killing them will undo her life's work, Todoroki! She worked hard to bridge heroes and the public. To bring peace between them. Do not dishonor her! If you kill them, the heroes will be hated, especially with how much her murder was publicized but if the people see that heroes follow the law too, that we can attain peace and justice, they will sympathize with us."

His mismatched eyes glanced at her, halting his strategic thoughts upon the shogi (japanese chess) pieces. You took a deep breath. A long and painful breath. Then another one until you remembered to exhale. Todoroki looked at you oddly. You were sitting together, on the tatami floors of the living room. A shogi board between you. He reached out for a teacup, the scent of matcha rose to his nose, a scent that clings to the air, prevalent to a home you two built; the taste left a nice herb note on his tongue. He knew what was coming. The cicadas sung.

"If there ever was someone to become a martyr... I would've expect it to be you, Midoriya. Not my wife. You don't understand... if you lost Ochako, you would've felt the same way."

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| Summer spent with you,

| Fall I lost you, then Winter

| I daydream for Spring.

-Todoroki Shōto, The Sakura Trees Stopped Blooming (a haiku)

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"Hey, shotocake."

“Love is weird, huh?"

His fingers slipped on the wooden piece. The clatter was loud. The dual quirk user caught himself.

“What was that, princess?”

“Love. Liking someone romantically. Weird stuff, huh?”

“…Indeed?”

"Does it ever get lonely?"

"What do you mean?"

"You see it's like shogi, I used to really love this game. I walked and breathed this game. My whole life revolved around this game until I realized it doesn't need to be. Just because I used to love shogi doesn't mean I had stop myself from loving anything else."

You looked up to meet his eyes, hand cupping a lieutenant piece. You placed it down and then he placed his piece down as well.

"But loving you is different from loving a game."

"That's what you're doing right now, shotocake. You're loving me like how I used to love shogi. You're... stuck. Love is not supposed to be stagnant."

"Can't I stay? It hurts to love you out there."

You gave him a smile, the one that haunts him still. "That's silly. Love is the only thing that doesn't hurt. Will you finally wake up, now?"

"I can't."

"He needs his father."

"I don't want to forget you. I don't want to love somebody else." He was crying now, hanging his head low in shame.

"That's something we can't control."

"I love you."

"I know. Time to wake up now." You moved to embrace him as he cried, sitting on the floor. You were never there. There was only the scent of the green tea, and the distinctive refreshing smell of tatami mats. The paper on shoji doors has long turned yellow; some had little tears on them.

"Otou-san, can you recognize me?"

Todoroki looks at the direction where the voice came from. It was like looking at his younger self. Except the eyes and the absence of a scar. Your son had his mother's eyes. Funny how the world goes on, how the world had to turn, how everyone's lives resumed just like how your son did, while for someone, for Shoto, time had frozen. He stood shakily and embraced his son. He had to stop pretending now, to stop hugging the air, to stop asking comfort in your ghost when his son needs it more, when the living needs it more than his dead heart. Now, he thinks of the next moment, the next minute, the next hour. Finally, he's thinking of the future. Thinking-

ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ⸴

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AN: up to you whether Shoto killed the murderers. if you didn’t cry, I’ll hold your comfort character as a hostage and will kill them if your pillow doesn’t get wet in the next few minutes. work them tear glands. NOW.

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kitthepurplepotato · 2 years ago

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MWRMI part 5

My Weird Roommate, Midoriya Izuku

Week 3 Part 1 - Reality Check.

~•🥦•~

Summary: Living with pro hero Deku was too good to be true; when Midoriya doesn’t come home one night, Y/N realizes how painful it is to love the Number One Hero.

Warnings: Injured Deku, swear words, a hint of angst.

First part Master List

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After having Midoriya around you for a whole day the house feels cold and strange without the green haired nerd. Your moping got to a point when even All Meowt felt sorry enough for you to come out and keep you company so needless to say, you definitely look pathetic right now.

Sometimes, when the urge to see your flatmate got unbearable you messaged him about stupid things; random hero fun facts, fan arts, screenshots, a picture of you cooking his favorite meal and for your surprise, Midoriya responded to all of them.

After a while he also started to send you random pictures about his patrol; sometimes it was just a lovely picture of the sunset but sometimes they were grimy and disgusting; pictures of his injuries or a selfie of Midoriya with a massive black eye. Usually, by the time the greenette came home the injuries were gone thanks to the amazing healer guy they have on their team, but that doesn’t make it easier to see him like that. Being close to a hero isn’t a fucking dream, it’s more like a nightmare. You never know when it’s the last time you see him and you can never sleep soundly until you hear the door open; what if he ends up in a hospital and no one informs you? What if he comes home thinking he’s all okay but there is an internal bleeding killing him slowly while he sleeps?

Yeah, being close to heroes suck.

But let’s come back to the present now; to the present that’s also not so pleasant.

You wake up in the middle of the night to a notification on your phone; you dozed off on the table again while working on another project. The notification almost makes you throw up; it’s an article about a massive fight in the middle of the city, not too far away from your current home. You turn on the TV as the article states it’s being aired live; you can see pro hero Deku, barely standing on the sidelines while the rest of his team finishes the work in the middle. Dynamight manages to catch the last villain, so technically the heroes won, but you can’t help the tears trailing down your cheeks from seeing your friend wobbling to the nearest emergency station before passing out in the nurse’s arms.

You try to keep calm but you can’t stop yourself from sending him a message.

You: Please send me a message when you wake up, Midoriya!

Just as you expected, there is no response coming back. Fuck.

Thankfully, All Meowth graces you with his existence and lets you pet his fluffy little head. What a supportive little animal.

After a few dreadful minutes; 40, to be exact, there is a notification on your phone.

Midoriya: ….!hehdgeuehdbgenevrm

Midoriya: I!m oksbdgeb

Midoriya: fuxk

Midoriya: Hey Freeloader, stop freaking the shit out, I’ll bring him home as soon as he’s coherent. Make him some soup or some shit, the fucker didn’t take a break today. I’m also hungry by the way and I deserve a fucking serving.”

You don’t need to think twice to know who wrote that message. You sigh and take a deep, shaky breath.

He’s fine. He’s coming home.

~•🥦•~

“We’re home!” Dynamight’s loud and hoarse voice breaks through the silence.

In any other situation, you would probably take five to ten minutes to fangirl over the fact that Dynamight is here; he might be rough and abrasive towards everyone but his good looks and heroic deeds still managed to take him to the second place on the hero rankings; but right now, you can only see the green haired man who’s holding into his shoulders like he can’t even stand straight without help.

“Midoriya…” You run through the living room to check up on him but Dynamight puts his arms out to stop you in your tracks.

“He’s high.” He declares. “Our healer’s quirk likes to kick you in the ass when it’s overused. He’s not aware of his surroundings, so don’t even bother.” The blonde hero rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen, the greenette limping after him, still holding the guy’s shoulder like a lifeline.

“Izuku, we are going to eat and then you are going to bed, okay?” Dynamight pushes Izuku’s chin up to force eye contact; he speaks to him with a soft, reassuring voice like he’s a random toddler he found on the street. They sit down next to each other on the dining table then Izuku nods but doesn’t move towards his food; the blonde sighs and takes the spoon in his hand. “Open your fucking mouth, you big baby!” Dynamight screams at the clearly high greenette, who obeys without hesitation.

… it’s 5 fucking AM and here you are, staring at motherfucking Dynamight force feeding pro hero Deku with your soup at your fucking dining table.

This fanfiction got really weird, really quickly.

“Where is Y/N?” Izuku speaks up after gaining some color in his cheeks. You perk up at the sound of your name but you decide not to get involved in their conversation.

“She’s literally sitting opposite of you, you dump fuck.” The blonde grumbles, clearly fucking done with the situation.

“Is she okay?”

This is such a Midoriya thing to do that you can’t help but smile; the guy comes home after almost dying on the battlefield yet his first coherent question is about someone else’s wellbeing.

“No, she’s probably scarred for life after seeing me feeding you, to be honest.”

Well, what were you expecting from Dynamight, sugar coating? Nah.

“No…” Midoriya’s voice trembles. You really want to hug him. “I don’t want her to be mad. I don’t want her to leave!”

Fuck, your face is wet. You never ever want to see that look on Midoriya’s face, it’s absolutely heartbreaking.

“She’s not going anywhere you moron. She made this soup for you, so eat it.” Dynamight grumbles at him again, but Deku only smiles at him.

“What the fuck are you smiling at me for?” The blonde is clearly not a big fan of affection, his face contorts into a frown from all the cheesiness.

“Y/N’s soup is even better than yours.” The greenette answers with a lovesick smile on his face but apparently, this wasn’t the right thing to say as the blonde’s face heats up in anger.

“Now take that back you asshole or I’ll push this spoon down your fucking throat.” Dynamight looks like he’s about to explode but Deku is clearly unaffected by the empty threat.

“No, Kacchan is mad.” Midoriya’s shit eating grin is so huge it can probably be seen from the top of Mt.Fuji. The blonde decides he’s done with Deku’s shenanigans and literally throws the guy into his bedroom without a single warning. He comes out after five minutes and sits down on the sofa; he holds his hand out and stares at you until you put one and two together.

Ahh, he’s asking for food.

“I really wanted to hug him before he goes to sleep.” You reprimand as you make your way to the sofa with a big bowl of soup. You made a special batch for the spice loving blonde as a thank you. Dynamight rolls his eyes and nods approvingly at the taste.

“I don’t want to listen to him bitching about embarrassing himself in front of you again. For some fucking reason he really cares about shit like that when it comes to you.” Bakugou answers nonchalantly, like you’ve known each other for ages and this isn’t your first ever conversation. After seeing your confused face, he elaborates on the topic. “He won’t remember you being with us because I didn’t let him look at you. He’ll wake up tomorrow thinking you were fast asleep and he won’t beat himself up about it.”

“So long story short, you being an asshole is all an act and you are actually more like a protective big brother.” You poke at the sleeping bear, but for your surprise, he doesn’t get offended by you seeing through him.

Okay. This is new. This is not how people portray Bakugou in their fanfictions.

“We are all family. We support each other. Being a hero is a lonely job so if we are not there for each other no one ever will ever be.” The blonde answers with a straight face but his voice gets melancholic by the end of his sentence.

You don’t know what to say to that. You understand the sentiment but at the same you can’t help but wonder how the fuck is the pain not worth it. These people; both Midoriya and Bakugou; are the most protecting, most loving people you’ve ever met in your life. They are loyal to a fault and they go out of their way to make their loved ones feel safe.

“You guys deserve the fucking world and some blood and the lack and of contact during missions won’t change my mind about that. This night was the worst day of my life but I would do it over and over again if it means I can stay close to him, because he’s worth it.”

You definitely overshared a bit, but by the look of it, Bakugou doesn’t care nor comments on it.

“You are different than the rest.” He mumbles, playing with a piece of meat at the bottom of the almost empty bowl.

“Different?”

“Yeah. I didn’t like this whole roomie idea, you know.” He admits. “It’s dangerous, even with a mutual friend. A lot of people tried to use him and he’s so fucking naive. But I can see it in your eyes, you know… That you care about him. And he also can’t shut up about you, so.. welcome to the family, or whatever. Also, gimme’ your phone number so I can update you on all the shit so you don’t freak out.” Bakugou throws his unlocked phone into your lap; his background is a picture of the gang sitting on each other on Deku’s sofa. He’s so cute.

“Thank you… for accepting me. It means a lot.” You mumble sheepishly, your whole face red as a tomato. Bakugou snaps his phone out of your hands and throws it in the air to catch it, just to be cool and edgy.

“Save the cheesy shit for the nerd, Freeloader.” The blonde grins. “Make sure he sleeps enough. He’ll be good as new by the afternoon.” Dynamight stands up to put the dishes into the dishwasher. “Thanks for the food, send me the recipe.”

And with that, the hero is gone and the the silence is back; you lie down on the sofa and listen to the noises coming from Deku’s room, but after a few rustles, everything quiets down and only the soft, content snores can be heard from the room next door.

You fall asleep on the sofa, not having the energy to go into your room; at least you will be there in case Midoriya needs help during the night.

~•🥦•~

You wake up to Midoriya’s footsteps around 9 AM; barely a few hours after he came home last night. He looks disheveled and confused as he tries to put on his hero costume.

“Midoriya… go to sleep.” You pull yourself up; the hero jumps in surprise by the sight of you. “How do you want to fight evil if you can’t even sense me sleeping on the sofa, huh?”

You know that’s a low blow, but you’d do anything to keep the hero from going out today. He needs to stay home and you also need him to rest for your own sanity. He looks pale and all over the place, there is no way you’ll let him go out like that.

“Y/N, I’m fine. I can’t skip work…” Midoriya is just about to start rambling about the importance of his job, but you don’t let him finish. You throw your phone towards him which he catches in one swift move.

“Read it.”

Dynamight: Yo, freeloader. Tell Deku he’s not needed today. I found cover for him. If he leaves the house I’ll kill him.

“How does he know your number?”

Fuck, you didn’t think this through. Midoriya is not supposed to know about yesterday.

“He left a note with his number on the table, so I sent him a message.” You lie, feeling terrible for doing so but it’s all for his sake.

Deku doesn’t say anything just sits down next you; his face looks sad and heartbroken, but he doesn’t say a word about it. You really want to hug him but you are not sure it would be appreciated right now.

“Mido…” You are just about speak up, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“You are lying to me.” He declares with a heartbroken smile. He knows. He doesn’t remember but he’s a clever guy and you are a terrible liar.

“Not all lies are bad. Sometimes, people lie for the sake of their loved ones.”

“I also lied.” Midoriya admits. “About me being okay. I’m really tired. Mentally. Physically. In every single way.”

“I know.“ You can’t help it; your hands move towards Midoriya’s frizzy curls. Midoriya melts into the touch, clearly desperate for affection now that the air is clean between you two. “Put your head into my lap and let’s watch a movie, okay?” That way he can fall asleep and you can keep an eye on him for the rest of the day. Win-Win.

~•🥦•~

As the movie starts, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. It’s a dumb and fluffy movie, something that takes his mind away from all the violence in the real world. Midoriya’s hair is full of knots under your palm, so you slowly rake your fingers through the mess, detangling it lock by lock as the green haired hero contentedly sighs, urging you to keep going. It’s way too domestic and way too intimate but you can’t stop; Midoriya clearly needs the attention right now, he’s melting into your touch, his cheek buried into the soft throw that sits between your things and his head for more comfort.

When the movie ends, you realize you didn’t even look at the screen once but neither did Midoriya; he’s fast asleep on your lap, drooling like a golden retriever after a full day of fun. You try to clean him up a bit but he’s not having any of it; he murmurs in his sleep and takes your hand in his, subconsciously caressing the skin. A shiver goes down your spine from the soft touch, churning your insides with it, but you don’t have the heart to wake him up.

Midoriya is too much. He’s so kind, so beautiful, so affectionate, and so-so full of love; you can’t believe you are on the receptive side of all of this. You really feel like you don’t deserve Midoriya’s attention and deep inside you know it doesn’t mean the same to him as it means to you but right here, right now, you let it all in, ready for the biggest heartbreak in your life when this is all over.

~•🥦•~

You wake up after a few hours, still in the same position. Midoriya’s now flawlessly fluffy head is still resting in your lap but he’s facing the other way around; he looks up at you with sleepy eyes, a tired but honest smile decorating his handsome face.

“Good morning, sweet pea.” He mumbles half asleep, hiding his face in your tummy for a few more seconds of peace.

The nickname almost makes your heart stop, but you try your best to ignore the fluttery feeling in your chest.

“I’m quite sure it’s afternoon.” You strike back with a sass, which the green haired hero blissfully ignores.

“Whatever. It’s nice.”

“Yeah.” You admit with a red face, and this is the moment Dynamight chooses to barge into the flat with a bunch of other people behind him.

Okay, this is extremely awkward.

Do these people know how to knock?!

“THE MIDORIYA CHEERING UP SQUAD HAS ARRIVED!” Chargebolt yells while the others hide their faces in embarrassment.

“By the look of it, shitty Deku has a good enough time already.” Dynamight snickers and Deku jumps up like a happy puppy to forcefully hug the shit out of the annoyed blonde. While everyone is busy staring at the two hugging each other, you take a moment to take a look at the intruders; every single of these people are heroes you follow on every single available social media.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t. Freak. Out.

Don’t…

“OH MY GOD, THATS RED RIOT THAT’S FUCKING RED RIOT, Midoriya!”

Fuck.

… Next Part!

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Random ramble from the potato:

- Thank you so much for all the love on this series I'm so happy you love it as much as I do, this is baby😭💚

- Also, you are not ready for the next part! Ask my bestie, she has a lot to say about it. 😂 @porusuniverse

- I accidentally bought a Deku figurine today. And a Todoroki one. It was an accident, I swear. Kacchan was lonely, he needed a friend.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always 💚 Tell me your thoughts! 🥦

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sakubabypowa734 · 6 months ago

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🚨 BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA CHAPTER 427 ALERT SPOILERS! 🚨

2/5 chapters before the ending!

3 main points in this chapter.

First: Deku meets Spinner and tells the message that Shigaraki wanted him to give to Spinner and only Spinner.

Spinner called Deku a murderer

He was totally furious and angry and devastated by the death of his first and only friend.

Remember that Spinner was an outcast, so he decided to stay alone and playing videogames, especially the League of Legends. After that, he met Shigaraki who told him he played LOL too. Spinner found in Shigaraki a friend and a hero.

While Spinner transformed and got bigger, the police wanted to intervene but Deku stopped them.

He wanted to let Spinner confessing everything he held in his heart and told his sorrow...

Spinner said "The past never dies", that he will continue what Shigaraki has started and told him he gonna write a book about it and Deku answered him, not to a book but a comic.

Before leaving, Deku said he won't forget Shigaraki for as long as he lives.

And Spinner said to Deku to tell the "octopus" aka Mezo, to do his best.

Second: Overhaul met again his boss.

The boss said it's too late to apologize to him, that he should apologize to Eri for the rest of his life. Maybe Eri will forget about Chisaki, but it wasn't the reason to forget what he did to her. The boss told him that he'll stay by his side and scolding him until his death...

Third and last part: welcome back to UA.

Almost a normal day with fangirls running after Bakugou and Todoroki...

Jealous Mineta and shocked Deku!

Break next week. And the last one before the end!

Expectation:

- Deku talking to Uraraka about the war and Toga

- No confession cause I can't see anymore the same relation between them like at the beginning

- Uraraka feeling better for talking with Deku but Deku still the same since the beginning of the year

- Aoyama's party with the class 2A but Deku stay apart and is lost in hsi thoughts

- Maybe we will know who is the mysterious person from chapter 425?

Wish to meet Daddy Midoriya in chapter 430...

Don't forget his sorry a**, Hori-sensei!!!

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fandom-eclectics · 4 years ago

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Ahh idk maybe you could write about one of the boys with an s/o from another school, who's bullied and made fun of when the kids in their figure out that they're "supposedly dating" someone? And maybe after class ends the two meet at the front and everyone realizes that everything was actually true lol

Eeek, such an amazing idea!! Ty ty for blessing me with your geniusness! Funny things, I actually have a few classmates who would do this so this will definitely come from the heart! I hope you like it! Have a wonderful rest of your day/night!

|| "𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕪" ||

Characters: Deku and Shinsou

Status: Not Proofread

Reader: nothing specific mentioned

Type: ineshots// angst if you squint with a smidge of fluff at the end

Warnings: low key bullying

A/n: let’s play the awesome game called “how long can Kat last before she gets too emotional and goes all out with this cause she has classmates who would 100% do this to her”

✎ Deku had been your boyfriend for two years now and you wouldn’t wish it any other way. Of course, you didn’t tell anyone besides your parents/guardians about it because you only felt it right they know. Also, you didn’t want to draw too much attention to him, since you knew he had fangirls that would be all over him if they knew he had a s/o. So, imagine your face when you leave your phone on your desk to go grab a piece of paper the teacher wanted you to get off their desk and you come back to one of the popular girls making googly eyes at your phone.

“Y/n! Where’d you get this picture? I haven’t seen it around yet!” She asked, turning your phone around and pointing at your Lock Screen

If it wouldn’t have been such a terrifying situation you would have laughed at the adorable picture of your boyfriend. He was holding a stuffed bunny you had gotten him, and wearing some bunny ears he had found at a store.

“Oh, I-.” You started, but where cut off by the girl. You thought her name was Sakura but you weren’t positive.

“Oh my gosh, are you on one of those like secret discord’s that hack into his camera roll!” Sakura questioned, adding a gasp at the end.

“Well….no….I’m not that big of a fan.” You say, adding a nervous laugh at the end.

You didn’t like this situation, not in the slightest. You wanted her to put your phone down and to leave you alone. No, it’s not like your a “not like other girls” type of person where you like to be “alone” so you could “daydream”. These particular girls just liked to get in everyone’s business, and you didn’t want them in your’s unless necessary. Though you had friends, they just didn’t go to this school.

“Sakura, what are you doing over there?” Her friend, Yui called from across the room.

“Yui, you have to see this picture y/n has of Deku, it’s so cute!” Sakura swuealed.

Yui got up from her seat and came to look over Sakura shoulder at your phone. Her expression was one of suprise as she looked at the photo.

“That’s the guy who almost won the sports festival! He was against that other dude….Shoto I think was his name. They’re both super hot.” Yui said

“I know right! I wonder if they are dating anyone.” Sakura speculated.

“Well…actually…” You started, kind of getting a tad bit upset that they where talking about your boyfriend like that. Though, I mean, they didn’t know you two where dating, so you couldn’t get too mad.

“I mean, but, in reality that Deku kid is so awkward. It’s like he can’t even keep a good conversation. But, I mean, he’s hot and popular.” Sakura said.

“I know, I know. That Todoroki kid has that ugly scar on his face. It’s a shame, he’s be perfect if it weren’t for that. And, his personality could use a bit of work, he seems so bland.” Yui agreed

“Hey, they are both wonderful people. Sure, Izu might have trouble keeping conversation with new people, but everyone has their fears. And Shoto’s great just the way he is.” You interjected, the slightest bit of defensiveness coming into your voice.

They both turned around to look at you and just stared at you for a second. You wondered what was going on, why where they staring? I mean yeah, you stood up for the two boys but that wasn’t new, a lot of people had comeback’s for the popular girls when they would say things. Then, it hit you, you had called them by their nicknames, not their formal hero names.

“Izu? Awe, that’s so adorable. Almost sounds like you know him personally y/n. You must be reading too much fanfic.” Sakura commented

“And Shoto, are you on a first name basis with him too. Please, I’m sure you’ve never even been in the same room as him.” Yui continued on the trail of insults Sakura had started

“Well actually, me and Deku have been dating for about two years now. As for Shoto, he’s a really good friend, and I couldn’t sit here and let you insult them.” You blurted out, your emotions of anger starting to take over.

There was a moment of silence where the two girls just sat in their seats and looked at you. Sakura had long ago, without you noticing, sat your phone back on your desk. You picked it up quickly in the awkward silence. Though, the silence was broken by hysterical laughter coming from the two girls.

“Oh y/n, you don’t actually believe you and Deku are dating so you? He’s so strong and popular, and your so…..normal and bland.” Sakura stated, recovering from her fit of laughter.

“Really, you should hear yourself. You sound so stupid y/n. You don’t have to lie to get attention you know.” Yui added

“I’m not lying, I’m being serious.” You insisted

As if on cue your phone rang and you turned it over in your hands to see who it was. However, before you got the chance to see Sakura snatched it out of your hands.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Y/n, this is just embarrassing. You really downloaded one of those fake apps so it would look like Deku was calling you. That’s pathetic.” Sakura laughed, pressing the hang up button.

She lightly goosed your phone, it landing on your desk with a small thud. You were fed up with this, why would these two girls care so much? Why did they have to mess with you of all people.

As the bell finally rang, you got up from your seat and took your things. As you walked out of the building, Sakura and Yui behind you laughing and talking loudly about the events that had just happened, you spotted someone.

A certain green haired boy was standing outside the building waiting patiently for you. Seeing his big green eyes and content smile as he saw you made your mood instantly clear. Though, before you could run to him and give him a hug, you where shoved away by Sakura, followed by Yui.

“Oh my gosh! It can’t be! Is that you Deku!” Sakura squealed running up to your boyfriend.

“Oh, uh, hi?”Deku greeted nervously, slowly backing away from the over excited fangirl.

“What are you doing here? Coming to see us?” Yui asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.

Izuku let out a nervous laugh then said

“I’m actually here to uhm, pick up y/n. We have a date this afternoon.I tried calling her but she must have been in class because the call got declined” He told them, letting slight blush and a small smile grace his face.

You recovered from the shove and watched the whole thing go down. The funniest part being the surprised looks on Sakura and Yui’s faces when they discovered you were right.

You walked up beside Izuku and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He looked at you and smiled a soft smile. Sakura and Yui still standing there in disbelief.

“There is no way your dating this dork!” Yui exclaimed

“Y/n’s not a dork. Well, I mean she can be but not in a negative way. “ He defended you, grasping your hand in his.

“Ugh, whatever, so your dating big deal.

Your just gonna leave her anyways right?” Sakura interjected

“I would never leave y/n!” Deku insisted

You felt your cheeks slowly heat up at the way he was defending you. You promised yourself to thank him a million times over later for his words.

“If you’ll excuse us, we’ll be leaving now.” You said, turning around and tugging on Izu’s hand, as an indication to follow. Leaving a stunned Sakura and Yui in the dust.

✎ Shinsou “I have passed out your tests, you may review them during the last ten minutes of class.” The teachers voice rang throughout the classroom. Hina, a girl who was adored by all, passed the dwindling stack of paper towards you. After taking your test off the top, you turned and passed it to Himari, Hina best friend.

Sitting in between the two quote on quote “populist girls” was the most annoying thing ever known to man. No, you did not claim to be “one of the boys” or “not like other girls”. But if you had to listen to “I only got 1 hour of sleep last night” or “look, I wore a black choker, I’m so emo.” One more time, you were gonna punch someone.

No, you weren’t a gatekeeper, you just didn’t like that they made fun of people who actually enjoyed and embraced the emo aesthetic, but yet they wanted to be “so cool and emo” five seconds later. It didn’t make any sense.

You looked down at your test, smiling slightly at the 93 that was in red pen at the top of the paper. You had studied so hard, pulling many all nighters with your boyfriend. He didn’t even go to the same school as you, but he was still honored to help you study. He was an insomniac after all. So, it wasn’t like he wasn’t already up anyways.

You blinked, stifling a yawn as you read through your test. You hadn’t slept well at all last night, nervous about the test you had today. You also hadn’t had your morning coffee, you woke up late and where in too much in a rush to have time to fix it.

The classroom was alive with chatter and laughing from all the other students, especially Hina and Himari.

“Can you believe that guy at the sports festival?” Himari said.

“I know right, he was so hot with his purple hair and mysterious looks.” Hina agreed

“And his quirk! So villainous and attractive!” Himari added

You hated that since you where in the middle of them that they would just completely act like you weren’t there. They could be like “Hey, do you know the guy we are talking about?” So you could be like, “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend. Now pleas respectfully shut it.”

“His quirk’s just brainwashing, it’s not villainous. It’s actually really helpful and cool.” You interjected.

The two girls looked at you, stunned to see you actually put yourself in their conversation for once.

“Yeah right. Brainwashing is such a villain move. But, he’d make a super attractive villain. If I where to get kidnapped, I’d definitely want it to be by him.” Himari said.

“Please, if anyone’s gonna be a villain here, it’s gonna be y/n. Always wearing dark colors and baggy clothing. “ Hina joked

“So true, and then y/n will be single for the rest of their life. Well, I mean, no matter if their a villian or not.” Himari laughed at her own insult.

“Hey, I’ll have you two know I have a boyfriend. Unlike you guys who talk to 17 different guys on snap and can’t get a single date planned out.” You burst out, mad at them for poking fun at you.

“Pleas, y/n, I have SO many more guts after me than you do. Please, if me and Shinsou ever met, we would click right away. Dream couple I’d say.” Himari explained

“Who’s your boyfriend anyways? Is he some boy you read about in one of your books?” Hina taunted

“Actually, my boyfriend, is Hitoshi Shinsou.” You stated firmly.

The two girls gasped and then had a moment of silence. They both looked at each other, then looked back at you, then looked at each other again, as if they could read each other’s minds through their looks.

“That’s….nice y/n…” Hina said with a very fake tone of happiness

“There is no way this dork and that hottie are dating.” I caught Himari mouthing to Hina.

“I know right, she’s so….basic and he’s so…gorgeous.” Hina mouthed back.

As the bell rang you got up immediately and grabbed your things. Not bothering to tell Himari and Hina that you could read lips. Walking to the outside of the building, You spotted Hitoshi, waiting whilst looking at his phone.

You rushed over to him and gave him a tight hug, the joy of passing your test hitting you again. Breathing his lavender scent befor you pulled away.

“Did you get my message?” He asked with a small smile.

“Oh, sorry. Haven’t checked my phone.” You say, pulling your phone out of your pocket to look at said message.

Hey, if it’s okay Iwas gonna pick you up for coffee this afternoon after you get out of school. My treat, as a reward for all the work and effort you put into your test. I’m sure you passed with flying colors. Love you!

You smiled at the message he had sent you, looking back up into his purple eyes.

“Of course I’ll go get coffee with you!” You agreed to the offer.

“Y/n?! Is that you? With a boy?” Hina exclaimed, running up to you, Himari not far behind

“Are these your…uh…friends?” Hitoshi asked you as you moved to stand beside him.

“Oh, no, we aren’t friends with y/n.” Himari corrected

“We don’t prefer hanging out with dorks.” Hina said

“Ah, I see.” Hitoshi said, rolling his eyes.

“So, why are you dating her? Is it cause you feel sorry for her?” Himari asked

“I’m dating Y/n because she’s a wonderful dork to hang around and much better than girls like you who feel the need to insult people. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be going now.” Hitoshi Said, turning around with your hand in his, and leading the way to the coffee place.

You owed him a kiss and a lot of thank you’d for his kind words.

Hope you have a good day/night!

You are so loved! <3

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oilbun · 3 years ago

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"It's okay to cry.."

Warnings? No, just fluff and mild angst

Izuku Midoriya x (female) reader

alright, i thought of this on my first day of my cycle, very tired from painkillers trying to stay awake watching mha to come up with this so bear with me. I've fallen in love with this sweet broccoli boy and I just thought this was neat and sweet ;_;

Summary: you get couch ridden with cramps when Izuku arrives home from early patrol.

ao3

Your first day is always the worst. It causes a lot of pain, despite the fact of how ready you were from tracking your cycle. But everytime, with out fail, that first day knocks you out with nausea and pain. Its sometimes a miracle that you get out of bed and make it to your bathroom and living room couch, the pain can be so bad. With heating pad solidly against your hips, blanket huddled around you, you settle into the couch and turn on the tv. Popping pain killers in your mouth and downing with water as you watch the news. Seems they're always talking about Deku, and showing him in action. You cant help but sigh when they show your boyfriend, giving you a glimpse of his scars and bruises. You reach for the remote as your apartment window slides open, causing you to turn your head and see Deku climbing in. He always left and exited that way, guess it was more heroic than the front door.

"Oh, hey you're up" Izuku said, shutting the window behind him.

"Yeah.." you say weakly.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, a tired, yet concerned and loving look in his eyes. You shake your head and lift the blanket to show the heating pad.

"Oh no.. you started huh?"

"Yeah.. are you okay? You're uh, kinda bleeding," you say, pointing to your own cheek to reference the cut on his. He lifts his hand and touches it gently.

"Oh! Yeah I'm fine y/n, always am," he said, "I'm gonna change out and take care of you, kay?" He kissed the top of your head as you weakly reach up and pet his fluffy green curls before he walks off to your room.

"Okay," you say, watching him go. It was basically a habit, watching Izuku change out of his hero outfit. Not just to catch a glimpse of the muscles that makes you and every other fangirls heart sing, but to notice every scar on his body from his quirk, as well as the fresh injuries from battle. It usually poked at the worry living in the bottom of your stomach, and it wasnt just the cramps. Izuku always gave his all in every fight, in every training session. He'd always been like that from what you remember back in his UA days. The news brings your attention away from Midoriya to talk about the anniversary of All Might's retirement. Izuku walks back into the room in shorts and a t-shirt and catches a glimpse at the tv as well.

"Oh yeah, I guess that is today huh." He said, sitting down next to you. Looking at him, he seemed clearly tired.

"Izuku.." you say dearly.

"I remember.. that's the day I basically was officially passed on All Might's torch.. which was scary.. how do you fill shoes so big..?" He wondered outloud. Being the number one hero has to take a toll on Izuku. Always being called to work of some kind, always fighting, always coming home with new cuts and bruises.

"I just wonder.. if I live up to him.." He said, staring down at his clinched fists.

"Izuku..." you start, "You shouldnt put so much pressure on yourself like that." Once you say that, he sniffles in reply.

"I know.. but I cant help it, as his successor and the number 1 hero right now.. I can't help but think that stuff." He said as tears rolled over the freckles on his cheek.

"Izuku..c'mere.." you said, reaching out to him as he lays his head on your chest, wrapping him in a hug. "Its okay to cry." And there came his waterworks. Sometimes you could tell how much pressure and stress Izuku can put on himself. You think he forgets that even though he's a big shot hero, number 1 even, that he doesnt have to be though all the time. That hes allowed to cry. You pet his hair and shush him quietly as the news shifts topics and melts into background noise.

"Izuku... its okay hun. You shouldn't put so much pressure on youself. You do so much, for everyone and yourself. Don't think that ever goes unappreciated," you say.

"You think?.." he sniffles as his sobs quiet down.

"Of course! The world appreciates you and what you do," you say, lifting his face to lock eyes with his emerald ones that always sparkled when he looked at you.

"Your fans appreciate it too, and I appreciate what you do." Blush dusted under the freckles that kissed Izuku's cheeks.

"I appreciate you y/n," he said lovingly. You canf help but smile at him, he's too adorable for his own good sometimes.

"Just, make sure you come back home from missions in one piece. Not just for me, but for all your fans, and everyone else out there. Okay?" You ask, kissing his forehead.

"I promise." He said. You sigh happily as he rests his head in the crook of your neck as you play with his green curls.

"Izuku, my hero.." when he hears you say this he lifts his head with the most giddy smile on his face and kisses your lips softly but with a drive behind it.

"Your hero.. only yours.." He mumbled on your lips as he pulled away a bit, both of you smiling happily.

#izuku mydoria #bnha izuku #izuku fluff #izuku my beloved #mha fanfiction #deku midoriya #deku x you #deku x y/n #deku fluff #mha deku #deku #izuku midoriya x reader

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whumperooni · 4 years ago

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Hii!! If you're up for it, could you write something about Katsuki-nii? I just wanna be his wittle wife, stealing his clothes, being bred full of his cum, constantly hanging of his arm and talking about how much I love him. People might think we're too close for siblings, but they know better than to say anything, just like i know better than to be anything but Katsuki-nii's good little sister-wife.👉👈💕

Despite being one of my favorite characters, I haven’t written Katsuki before so please be gentle! o( _ _ )o

tags/warnings: tw incest, a smidge of jealousy and possessiveness and insecurity, aged up characters

You hear the whispers. You always do.

“She’s here again?”

“What kind of adult woman still makes lunch for her older brother?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird? I mean...why is she always over him like that? And the way she dresses...it’s like...”

“Don’t they live with each other? That’s a bit strange, right?”

They whisper. They whisper, but they never really give voice to the uncomfortable thoughts and suspicions clouding their minds and filling their drum, dull days with the scandals they crave.

They whisper and you? You don’t listen.

You don’t need to listen- they don’t matter, their opinions don’t matter, the stares and gossip and mindless speculation don’t matter.

The only person who matters is Katsuki and, to a lesser degree, yourself.

Why should you care about others when your shining light- your sun, your heart, your darling big brother- is there to eclipse them with all his love and adoration?

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“Don’t you think they’re a little too close?”

More whispers, more gossip, more nosy busybodies trying to forget their own troubles by trying to bury themselves in you and your brother’s life.

It’s sad, really.

You ignore the raised brows and mouths hidden by hands and snuggle a little closer to your nii-san. He rolls his eyes, huffs, but his arm wraps around your waist a bit more firmly and his hand squeezes your waist, his fingers dig into your hip with a little flex.

“Nii-san, should I make curry or yakisoba tonight?”

“Mabo Dofu.”

You hum and you nod, mentally tack on the chore of going to the grocery store after you’re done here. You need to pick up his dry cleaning, too, and you need to remember to press Katsuki’s suit for his meeting with the hero commission in the morning.

Oh, and you need to lay out your dress for the dinner with the Todoroki’s tomorrow night.

Ah, tomorrow is going to be busy.

“Oh my gosh is that Dynamight?!”

Fingers dig into your hip again and you know that your big brother is irritated without having to look. He’s tired today- annoyed- and you know that the squealing call of a fangirl is not exactly what he wants to hear.

Poor nii-san- it must be tough having to deal with so much attention sometimes.

(Though, he does deserve the attention- he’s such a good hero; strong and handsome and eye catching without even having to try.

He’s perfect.)

“Dynamight! Dynamight! Will you sign my planner?!”

Two girls pop up right in front of- eyes sparkling and wonder on their faces, their proximity much too close. They don’t seem to notice you at first, but that’s okay- nii-san is the one who deserves the attention after all.

“Oh my gosh, I just love you so much! You’re so- oh.”

Ah, and now there’s disappointment on both their faces- expressions falling and pouts pushing rouged lips out, something almost irritated crossing over them.

Again, that’s okay- you’re used to it.

One of them- clearly the bolder of the two- eyes you without restraint. Her head cocks and her arms fold across her chest, her brows furrow.

“Is this- I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? Oh, that’s cute.

You’re much more than a girlfriend.

Before your big brother’s temper can snap, you fix a sweet smile on your face- head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder and a giggle slipping from you.

“Oh, no- I’m his sister!”

“Sister...?” the other one asks, brows knitting together to match her friend’s.

Her eyes dart to the strong arm keeping you firmly against your big brother and you let your smile grow when she looks back up at you, give her a nod.

“Yep! Dynamight’s one and only little sister,” you chirp.

Katsuki snorts and you have to stifle a giggle when the girls exchange a look between them. Before they can say anything else, you nudge your big brother- smile softening when you feel him pull you just a little bit closer.

“Katsuki, sign her planner!” you urge him. You smile at the girl who hadn’t asked for any autographs and she seems to startle a little, flush whenever you prompt her with, “Do you have anything you want signed?”

She hesitates before giving a small nod and you watch as she starts digging around in her purse, detach yourself gently from your brother so he can carry out his duty to his fans.

He does so, with some grumbles and huffs, and the girls are aware enough not to push for a photo- scurry away with eyes lit up once again and excited squeals leaving them. You watch them with a smile and then reward your brother with a kiss to his cheek.

That gets him relaxing, just slightly, but you make a mental note of being extra attentive to him once he gets home from work.

“Nii-san,” you murmur, “I’m going to head off, okay? I need to pick up groceries.”

“Fine,” he grunts. “Just make sure to get some sansho.”

“I know, nii-san,” you huff, fondly. Another press of your lips to his cheek and then you squeeze his hand, smile at him with all the warm love you have. “I love you.”

“...love you.”

It’s rough, quiet, but it still has you beaming all the same.

You flounce off to run your errands- mind swirling with all the ways you can make your big brother happy.

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It’s not too big of a surprise whenever you run into Sero at the store- he works in the same city as your big brother and you do run into him every once in a while.

What is a surprise is the way he rubs his neck sheepishly in the middle of chatting, when he smiles at you with a spark of hope in his eyes and a nervousness you’re not quite used to from him.

“Hey, I was wondering- are you free on Saturday? I thought maybe we could grab dinner or something...”

Your head tilts and you blink at him- surprised by the question.

Is he asking you out on a date?

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sero- on Saturday Katsuki and I are going to the movies. And we have a lunch with Kirishima planned.”

For a moment, Sero looks a little dejected. But then he’s smiling again and nodding.

“Oh, yeah, I get that. What about Sunday?” he asks- persistent but not quite pushy.

You smile at him and it’s guilty, a little apologetic.

Sero is nice. Friendly. You’re sure he’d make for a great date.

Maybe in another life...

No, in another life you’d still find your way back to Katsuki.

You shake your head, fingers flexing on your shopping cart and your expression softens even when his own smile wanes.

“Sunday we’re having lunch with the family. And Katsuki promised he’d take me shopping...”

“Ah...”

It’s quiet for a moment, awkward. Sero scratches his cheek and he forces his lips back up, rubs the back of his neck again in a way that seems a little...frustrated.

“You, uh, you spend a lot of time with your brother,” he says, words coming out in a near mumble. “Don’t you ever have time to yourself? Time for a boyfriend or anything?”

A boyfriend?

You almost huff, but you just smile instead- big and sweet as you shake your head with a soft laugh.

“Why would I need a boyfriend when I have my nii-chan?”

And, with that, Sero’s face falls completely- features distorting with something that you can’t quite name, something that almost almost has you feeling ashamed.

“Right...”

More awkwardness after that. Sero makes his excuses to leave and he detracts himself- a frown on his face as he leaves you all alone with your shopping cart and a faint, quiet sadness that you quickly push away.

You shake your head and clear your thoughts, look down at your shopping list.

Right, you still need to get the sansho. And you should pick up some beer for Katsuki, too.

With a hum, you continue your shopping- the exchange forgotten for thoughts of domesticity and all the plans you have with your big brother instead.

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“Fuck.”

Your lips quirk into a smile at Katsuki’s groan and you wander over to him with a beer in hand, press a doting kiss to his cheek before sliding into his lap.

“Long day?” you ask in a murmur, hands running over his chest.

You get a grunt in response- Katsuki’s head lolling back with another groan whenever your hands begin to knead at his shoulders, soothe tight knots.

“Fuckin’ reporters got the jump on me,” he huffs. “And goddamn Deku wouldn’t stop talkin’ to ‘em.”

You make a sympathetic little noise and run a hand up until you can stroke your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. Something close to a sigh leaves him when you begin to massage there and you feel your heart melting a little as you watch the tension so very slowly begin to bleed from him.

“I’m sorry, nii-san,” you tell him- sincere, voice soft. “That sounds like a pain.”

Another grunt and you hum, drape your arms over your big brother’s shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You need to relax, nii-san,” you mumble, pressing closer when his hands grip your waist. “I wanna help...”

“Then help.”

It comes out as a growl and you shiver from it, rock yourself against your big brother and slot your lips against his.

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“Is that what you’re wearing?”

You blink and look over your shoulder at your big brother, look down at your dress.

It’s simple- form fitting, yes, but not overly tight. A pretty dress with pretty flaring pleats and a cute sweetheart neckline, heels and stockings to match. You’re wearing one of the necklaces Katsuki has bought you- a copper choker with an o-ring in the middle, tiny and shining rubies dotting along the copper band.

It’s one of your favorites- something he had bought you when he first started the agency. The dress is new, but it’s a favorite, too.

“You don’t like it?” you ask him, frowning just a tiny bit.

Katsuki huffs and he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head with a scowl.

“I like it,” he grumbles. “I’m sure Icyhot will like it too.”

Ah, now you see what the problem is.

A sigh leaves you and you gently place your hands over his, look him over in the mirror.

Slacks, a button up that’s not quite buttoned up. Simple and not his style, but something that makes him look so very handsome. You love it when he’s dressed up a little and you know that he likes it when you dress up, too.

“Nii-san,” you murmur. “I don’t care if Shoto likes it or not- I only care if you do.”

It’s true- it really is.

The words have Katsuki’s scowl softening, just a little, and you turn your head so you can press a kiss to his jawline, hum whenever he tilts his head back so you can lay another on his neck.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he huffs- still so grumpy, his arms tightening around you. “Don’t like the way fuckin’ Natsuo looks at you either.”

“Katsuki...”

You turn around before he can grumble any more and you cup his face, kiss him and try to show him just how much you care for him and no one else.

“Nii-san,” you tell him, soft and adoring and sincere as can be, “it doesn’t matter if they look at me. I don’t care. I love you. You’re all that matters to me.”

Katsuki’s expression flickers with something fond, with something near vulnerable. It’s gone in a second, though, and then you’re backed against the wall, your brother’s lips are meeting yours.

“You’re mine,” he breathes against you, fingers digging into your hips and your dress bunching up underneath them. “Mine.”

His lips find your neck and you’re left mewling, clinging to him and rocking against a thick thigh whenever he slips it between yours.

“Yours,” you gasp out- Katsuki’s teeth nipping at you, his hands dragging you up and down his leg. “I’m- oh- I’m all yours!”

Katsuki grunts and then one of his hands are gone, then there’s the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He lifts you and you moan at the display of strength, wrap your legs around him when his cock ruts against you. It takes just a quick second for him to push your panties to the side and you shudder when you feel him pressing against your entrance, cling to him and claw your nails into his back.

“So fucking wet.”

You are- you really are. How can you not be when you’re held up like this- your big brother lifting you like you weigh nothing, vermilion gaze burning as he takes in how quick your cheeks flushed and how fast your face falls needy and hazy? How can you not be when he looks at you as if you’re everything- a beautiful bounty, a delicious treat, a darling little sister, a perfect wife?

“Please, nii-san,” you mewl, beg. “Please- I need you!”

A growl and then your big brother is sliding into you- stretching you open with his big cock and making you moan, whine his name.

“Gonna fuckin’- shit- gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts- no time wasted as he starts to thrust, sends your head spinning as he fucks you against the wall. “Fill up my girl’s cunt.”

It’s a promise as strong and sure as anything. You whimper, nod, and press a needy, clumsy kiss to his lips, clench around his cock at the thought.

“Gonna rip off these panties,” he growls- near snarls. “Fuckin’ drip my cum all over the Todoroki’s house- show them who you belong to!”

Oh, fuck.

The thought of that has you keening and you nod along to the words, gasp and hold onto him desperately as heat sears through you- as overwhelming pleasure has you choking up, almost sobbing.

“Yes! Nii-san, please! I’m- please- show them-”

Katsuki moans and it’s hot against your neck, broken up by an open mouthed kiss and his lips sucking a deep bruise over your flesh. You start to come- lashes fluttering and a sob slipping past your lips- and his teeth dig in deeper to your throat, the snapping of his hips gets faster, harder.

“Good- fuck- good girl. My good girl- comin’ on nii-san’s cock like a good lil slut- you’re so fuckin’- shit- say you’re- say you’re-”

“I’m yours, nii-san! Yours! Yours! I love you!”

A growl, a groan, a slam of his hips and then Katsuki is coming coming coming- filling you up to the brim and over it. You’re pushed over the edge and then you’re coming with him- mewling and clawing at him, pressing desperate and frantic kisses to him.

You only stop when his hips slow down, when he’s finished humping his seed into you. You’re both left panting then- his forehead pressed against yours and his cock softening inside of you, his eyes muddied and soft as they look over your dreamy, fucked out expression.

He slips out of you and he sets you on your feet- big hands landing on your waist to keep you steady and his lips finding yours in a slow, gentle kiss. Katsuki straightens your dress for you and he swipes smeared mascara out from under your eyes, presses a kiss to your forehead and has you sighing, letting out a soft and sweet noise of contentment.

“Mmm, I love you, nii-san...I love you so much...”

Katsuki huffs and he kisses you again- hand cupping your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek and you’re graced with a mumble in return- a quiet little “I love you too.”

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Twenty minutes later you’re sitting in the Todoroki’s living room- your big brother’s arm thrown over your shoulder, your panties stuffed in his pocket, his cum drying on your thighs and the last of his seed slowly oozing out of your cunt as you sit there and smile, lean against Katsuki.

You love your brother, you do.

You’ll always love your brother. You’ll always be his.

#rooni's shit #tw incest #i think i made him too soft but oh well #Anonymous

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