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qitwrites · 3 years ago

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(AO3)

June 1st falls on a random Tuesday. The weather is decent enough, the sun bright but not harsh, and the air is pleasant, slowly dipping to colder temperatures.

Everyone crowds around various desks to chatter before homeroom, and Iida spends a grand total of two minutes trying to bring about order before migrating towards Todoroki’s desk to join in the conversation he’s having with Midoriya and Sero. When there’s roughly 14 seconds to spare before Aizawa rolls into the class in his signature yellow sleeping bag, everyone takes their seats and on time, as always, Aizawa arrives.

Three things are noted immediately:

1. The yellow sleeping bag is nowhere in sight. It’s happened before, but not often.

2. There’s a strange bounce to Aizawa’s step. Not like a normal bounce, but he’s not dragging his feet like a reluctant, sleep-deprived sloth. His steps are focused and intentional. This is a very rare, almost never-before-witnessed sight.

3. His hair is up. He doesn’t usually do it up for class, though they’ve seen him pull it into a pony when he’s dressed more casually and not in his hero attire. This is an unprecedented situation.

The class watches Aizawa wearily because, from literal months of experience, they have realized that when something is out of the ordinary, shit usually flings itself towards the fan in a most spectacularly dramatic fashion.

Even Bakugou is on-edge, watching Aizawa like a hawk. Midoriya is ready to whip his iconic notebook out and make yet another behavioral observation under the Eraserhead section. Iida looks ready to disperse any tension. They are all ready.

Aizawa sets his stuff down, gruffly wishes them good morning and then turns around to write something on the board.

They are not ready.

It’s not a big deal at all actually. In hindsight, its stupidly minor, but with Aizawa, it stands out bright and shiny, and even Koda makes a small noise of surprise.

Aizawa’s hair is pulled into a pony with a scrunchie. Which is fine, all well and good. But the scrunchie is made of a rainbow-colored hyper shiny material, which is surprising, because Aizawa always seems allergic to color, especially on his person.

And finally, there are only 6 colors in the rainbow. Momo connects the dots before the rest, though Midoriya follows closely behind.

‘That’s-‘

‘-pride,’ Midoriya breathes, soft but just enough for Bakugou, Jirou, and Sero to hear.

The class is shocked for the first ten or so minutes, as more and more people make the connection, but honestly, it’s just a scrunchie. And with Eri under Aizawa’s care, it isn’t unlikely that he’s worn one of her hair ties or something. This is probably a coincidence, even if it is the first of June, so everyone stops fixating and starts focusing on class.

The scrunchie goes unmentioned and1A is on the same page- it’s definitely just a one-time thing.

It is not a one-time thing.

On the second of June, Aizawa saunters in seemingly back to his normal attire, and a few shoulders slump. They might all be saying its a coincidence, but that doesn’t mean they’re happy about it. There’s something so reassuring about the idea of their teacher, someone that protects them fiercely and loyally, being supportive.

Aizawa doesn’t seem to pick up on the mood, he just assigns them some self-study before taking a seat at his desk. And then he, very uncharacteristically, puts his feet up and reclines in his chair, a folder propped open in his lap.

There’s a collective inhale, the whole class breathing in as one because there it is- undeniable proof that it isn’t a coincidence.

On Aizawa’s feet are the brightest, most vibrantly gay pride socks ever. Each of the 6 colors loop around the material before the pattern repeats, and there’s no white material or anything, just the colors of the flag over and over.

‘Holy shit,’ Mina whisper-shouts, and her smile is blinding. Uraraka giggles. Tokoyami nods sagely and says, ‘The support of a figure of authority is a beacon against the darkness of humanity.’

They do their best to focus on self-study, but there’s a buzz around the class, a happy vibe that permeates the air and saturates it completely. There’s a glob of purple in the corner that seems indifferent, if not actively dismayed, but he goes ignored.

Midoriya writes something in his notebook and puts three stars next to it.

On the third of June, Aizawa has a rainbow hair clip pushing his bangs out of his face, and on the fourth, the soles of his shoes are rainbow and proud.

The competition begins the following Monday.

The thing about class 1A is that they try to support one another in any way possible, to encourage and stand together and everything. The other thing is that they’re hella competitive. It’s a hero course after all, and they’re trying to come out on top and be the best.

And it turns out their teacher, the chilled, nonchalant, mostly uninterested Aizawa Shota, is almost more than a little competitive when it comes to this stuff.

On Monday, Momo uses a pride scrunchie to pull her hair into her signature ponytail. Jirou has a band around her wrist that says love is love is love, and Satou bakes rainbow cookies for the whole class, leaving a few on Aizawa’s desk beforehand.

Their teacher walks in with his hair up again, and when his eyes settle on the cookies, they widen fractionally before he schools his expression into a more neutral one. He greets them all and his eyes flit over Jirou’s band, and the colorful cookie crumbs around the class. When he looks at Momo, she quickly turns her head to the side, showing off her hair accessory that matches his.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t smile, or even nod, nothing. He just kinda gets down to business. At least, that’s what it would look like to someone on the outside.

But 1A reads him- they watch the way he pushes his hair back, fingers lingering on his scrunchie while he reads out their assignment. They see the way his eyes momentarily linger on the cookies or Jirou’s wrist, such small, quick glances that they all catch because they read him. They know him, and he knows that they know.

When class ends, the room is filled with warm giggles when Aizawa leaves, the plate of cookies in hand.

The next day, Ojiro has a braid in his tail with different threads mixed in there, forming the familiar rainbow pattern. Mina has her horns painted in a pride flag ombre, spanning three different colors on each. Kirishima uses a rainbow hairband to keep his bangs out of his face during training, and Midoriya switches out his black shoelaces for rainbows.

Aizawa’s eyes ping pong around the class, and for a moment everyone wonders how many dress codes they’re breaking but he doesn’t say anything again. He just reads out their assignments as usual, his own pride pin shining brightly on his chest, against the black of his hero uniform.

It’s all fun and games, full of warmth and support until Aizawa starts pulling out the big guns.

Because when Aizawa walks in with a multicolored scarf wrapped around his neck, the class collectively realizes- he is challenging them, and beating them quite mercilessly at that.

It’s obvious enough that even Bakugou growls in frustration, and then the games begin.

Mina shaves the word Pride into Iida’s undercut. Kaminari paints his nails. Hagakure replaces all her uniform buttons with multicolored ones. Shoji replaces his teal blue face mask with a pride one, and Uraraka has a few braids on the back of her head too. Satou’s desserts get more and more elaborate, more and more eye-catching and delicious.

The day after Aizawa walks in with a multicolored scarf, belt and goggles set, Satou stays up the entire night baking, set on paying their teacher back thrice fold.

Morning finds a rainbow croquembouche perched on Aizawa’s desk. Even Bakugou gives Satou a nod of respect because what the fuck? It’s literally a tower of sweets, brightly colored and absolutely delectable, and they get the biggest reaction out of Aizawa yet. His eyes widen, mouth dropping into a shocked little ‘o’, and his eyes immediately seek out Satou, who gives him a wide grin. Shaking his head incredulously, Aizawa conducts his class as usual. It’s a herculean task but he manages.

He still walks out with the entire dish balanced in his hands with great care.

Every teacher in their year has rainbow-colored tongues for the rest of the day.

Aizawa retaliates with eyeshadow. Rainbow eyeshadow. Jirou’s mouth drops, Aoyama starts wailing dramatically and even Todoroki looks impressed. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, and Mina wants revenge.

The entire class comes together for the final showdown. Everyone tries to put color in their hair, though it doesn’t really work for the darker colors. Tokoyami adds a few sprinkles of glitter into his feathers, Iida switches his plain black frames to much more gaudy pride ones, and Todoroki and Bakugou have the most vibrant hair of them all, bright and ridiculous. Aizawa eyes them fondly almost, and that’s when they should’ve realized they were way out of their depth.

Because on June 30th, Aizawa walks into the class, his uniform spick and span, hair down, a ridiculous bounce in his step. Everyone eyes him from head to toe, and when they land on his feet, Kirishima inhales shakily.

‘No,’ he whispers.

‘Oh yes,’ Aizawa answers, his grin far too gleeful.

‘No fucking way,’ Bakugou snarls. His hands are shaking.

‘Language,’ Aizawa admonishes, his smile widening.

‘We’re doomed,’ Mina mumbles.

And right then, Aizawa taps the heels of his shoes together, and his pride rainbow shoes glow up and that’s it. Class 1A has lost. They accept it rather graciously, all things considered. Aizawa cackles like an evil witch, and Sero comforts a weeping Kaminari.

On July 1st, things go back to normal. Mostly normal.

Because Midoriya keeps the shoelaces. Someone sneaks a rainbow charm on Bakugou’s bag that he somehow keeps forgetting to obliterate to pieces. Kirishima doesn’t switch out his hairband, and Ojiro asks Tsuyu to braid his tail when they go out for more casual outings.

And Aizawa? Well, the soles of his hero boots are never quite the same.

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denkineptune · 4 years ago

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mha date headcanons- boys and girls :))

♡ request: “i love ur blog already, ur writing is so good!!! im so excited to see the content u’ll be posting !! :D since ur taking requests, how abt some date headcanons for the mha boys (or girls if u want!) ?” - @dianangels

♡ thank you for letting me write girls aaa i chose to do some as first date hc. it was kinda hard to keep jirou’s gn because i wanted to reference wlw stereotypes but i succeeded in gender-neutral because i want everyone to be able to enjoy

♡ dedicating part of this to @anxious-botanist because she’s the one who inspired the momo cuddles hehe sorry it took so long

♡ fic details: headcanons, fluff, gender-neutral reader, 2nd pov

characters: kaminari, amajiki, jirou, ashido, yaoyorozu

kaminari- arcade

↠AR C ADE DA T E

↠you hear me??? arcade!! date!! ideal man, right here, someone claim him immediately or else i will be forced to take ownership

↠he’s super laid back and chill, pretty childish at heart. he only means the best, though, so i think an arcade is exactly what he would go for when taking you on a date! he doesn’t have a lot of money but still wants you to go home with something to remember the date by

↠he buys like $50 worth of tokens and splits it between the two of you, making sure that he tells you which games give the most tickets, because he’s definitely been here enough times to remember

↠his favorite game is either crossy roads or the big bass wheel- he loves crossy roads because of how cute the style is, but also there is impending stress and levels of d o o m as you progress further. big bass wheel is basically just gambling, and i think he’s yumeko jabami.

↠he hacks games to make you win sometimes,, his quirk is bascially designed to do this. it’s like he was born just to take you out on this arcade date. he uses his quirk to short circuit the game and trick the computer into giving you hundreds of tickets

↠he just wants to make you happy and see you smile!! there’s not a feeling quite like succeeding at something as silly as an arcade game, but there’s a certain pride to it that he loves seeing on your face.

↠kaminari only does it a few times, since he knows that you should be earning your prizes ((not that you know when he does it, he’s really cheeky about it))

↠playyyy multiplayers with him! he loves DDR (dance dance revolution)- you do multiple rounds and are equally exhausted by the end of it akdflad you may not be good, and tbh neither is denki, but you still have fun, which is what matters

↠he also loves taking photobooth pictures, he puts on the most horrendous filters and does the dumbest poses, but it’s so adorable. he does the typical one smile, one “serious”, one silly face, one kith > <

↠kami gets cocky,,, it’s just how he is,, he gets overly confident whether or not he’s been on a winstreak

“heyy, y/n! look at my speedrun on this, i’m getting so many tickets, i’ll be able to get a house by the end of it!”

↠and then he CAN’T because he doesn’t get the jackpot eghgdhgeh

↠by the end of the day, you’ve spent hours at the arcade, laughing and screaming with denki as you terrorize the small children. yes, he’s that kind of guy

↠by “terrorize”, i don’t mean like a bully, but he’s unintentionally intimidating kids with his pockets overflowing with ticket chains, a crazed look on his face as he goes absolutely ham on the shooting games

↠there’s electricity coming off of him, kids sometimes have to dodge it when passing by

↠so anyways, by the end of the date, you’re basically being kicked out of the arcade, because, as kami puts it,

“we were here when it opened and i’ll be damned if we’re not here when it closes,”

↠between the two of you, you’ve aquired tens of thousands of tickets??? the employees probably hate y’all, they had to count those beasts of ticket rolls you’ve accumulated during the 10 hours the arcade was open

↠exactly 62,069 tickets (69 go brrr- kaminari’s brain), and you can basically buy the arcade with that currency

↠but here’s the thing: he lets you spend all of it. you heard me, all. of. it. he just wants to see you happy, and the best way he can think of to get a final glorious memory of your smile is to let you spend the tickets as you see fit, this generosity just to see you glowing as you walk out of the building, arms chock full of amazing junk

↠but of course, you’d feel bad if you spent all of it, especially since he was the one who took you out, so you offered him the half of the tickets that were won

“denki, you won most of these with your amAzINg gaming skills, it’s only fair you get to have something too,”

“my prize will be seeing you- your- your-- aw fuck, i forgot the line, it’ll come back to me, just give me a minute.”

↠he tried to be smooth and it failed, but you chuckled at the attempt, so all around, he considered it a success

↠denki gets a lot of dumb things that will probably end up being thrown away soon, but he also gets you a very soft bat stuffed animal that you should treasure and keep forever

amajiki- a walk and picnic in a japanese garden

↠tamaki is very shy, very socially anxious. he’s the kind to wait for people to leave a section of a store before he goes there, purposely do his errands in the early morning to limit social interaction, and find any excuse to leave a situation. which, tbh, isn’t that all of us?

↠let’s be honest here, if it wasn’t y’alls first date, he’d probably not go anywhere. as long as he’s with you, he doesn’t really care for anything too fancy

↠but he’s convinced himself that he needs to do something reasonably big for your first date to make sure you don’t regret your decision to go out with him. so instead of deciding to stay in, he goes somewhere that’s only slightly anxious for him, but where he still feels comfortable

↠so he’s decided on a japanese tsukiyama garden! these places are beautiful by design, not cheap but not too expensive, and people are obligated by rules to be quiet and keep their hands to themselves

↠nobody goes to a garden to socialize, in fact, i’d argue most people go just to look around, rest, and clear their heads. there’s usually not any screaming children, no quirk usage, no villains, it’s a little safe haven.

↠bonus: there’s butterflies :))

↠it’s so peaceful, and he gets to focus on you instead of whatever loud noise is making him anxious

↠he brings a picnic basket filled with all your favorite foods, and his! he makes a show out of displaying what he can manifest with different snacks, making a point to eat edible seeds so he can produce flowers for you 🥺🥺🥺

↠you walk around the garden for a few hours, marveling at the decor and how well-maintained everything is. there’s a koi pond, hanging wisteria trees, and multiple gazebos that create a really comfortable and calm environment

↠speaking of koi ponds, amajiki offers to buy you food so you can feed the fish! you stand on a bridge above the pond, sharing the container with him. the sMILE on his face when he watches you throw the food is so pure i’m-

↠he’s the walking embodiment of “uwu”- his face is so calm and his eyes are shining and he can feel his heart swelling with love i am GOING to cry my eyes out

↠but honestly, he wishes he could stay in this moment forever- you’re happy, he’s happy, and it feels like you two are the only people in the universe. right now, he doesn’t have to worry about school, villain attacks, his future, or anything that makes him anxious; all that he can see right now is how beautiful and at peace you look. he took you out today, and you’re enjoying yourself. this is one of the few things that makes him confident: knowing that he’s able to make you happy

↠tamaki is silently celebrating; you’ve had a good time and he didn’t freak out, so it’s the best possible scenario!

ashido- rollerskating! ((look at her she’s adorable the smile n the eyes aaa))

↠mina is a very energetic and bubbly person, its quite obvious if you’ve spent any amount of time around her

↠for your first date with her, she’d already have a location in mind!!

↠the atmosphere of rollerskating rinks is so electric, she can’t help but feel happy there, and she wants to experience that lovely feeling with you, too :))

↠you enter the rink, and mina is already borderline bouncing off the walls alskdfj

↠whether or not you’ve ever skated before, ashido is super cautious with you- multiple times she’s fallen on her butt while learning how to skate, so unless you’re a pro, she’s watching your every move to make sure you don’t get hurt

“y/n! please be careful- you’re not getting hurt on my watch!”

↠she jabs a thumb in her direction proudly, with the cutest bigass grin on her face awh 🥺🥺🥺she’s really enthusiastic about sharing one of her passions with you

“try to balance, alright? don’t put too much weight on your heel or toes, because then you’ll fall on your butt. here, take my hand and i’ll help you! hey, there you go, you’re doing great!”

↠she pays for everything and will WRESTLE you if you try to disagree aldkfa if you’re the type of person to pay for everything as well, y’all are going to have to fight; mina will not give up

↠ashido comes here a lot, so she’s friendly with all the employees, she has the uncanny ability to make friends wherever she goes ((i mean she’s friends with bakugou,, if she can do that,, she can do anything))

↠she takes one of your hands and backs onto the rink, watching for anyone behind her. once you’re balanced properly, she shows you how to move your feet so that the two of you are in sync

↠skating isn’t super hard to figure out, it’s mostly intuitive, so you’ll get the hang of it quite quickly!! maybe you’re not too fast, but it’s still fun, so it doesn’t matter

↠while you’re moving with care, making sure to focus on your footwork, mina will definitely take the chance to show off her skating skills! she’s moving like crazy, weaving around other people and nearly toppling them over but shh she’s trying to impress you and if i’m being honest??? she’s really fucking good aldkdf

↠it’s obvious that she loves this hobby, and the fact that she likes you enough to share it with you on your first date is so adorable aaaa

↠mina’s really agile- you don’t know if that’s all the hero training or just something that comes naturally, but the way she moves makes skating look like the easiest goddamn thing in the world-

↠she’s such a romantic, she’s definitely put in a request for the dj to play your favorite song, no matter if it fits the mood or not

↠heavy rock? sure!! as long as you’re having fun, who cares about what other people think? super vulgar rap?? w h y n o t ? !

↠she just has that extroverted, positive, charming energy that’s infectious

↠you can’t help but feel at ease around her, she’s a genuinely a great person, and what you think the epitome of a hero is

↠all ashido really wants here is to have fun with you- i mean she really likes you, and hopes that she’ll get to go on another date w/ you, so she’s doing everything in her power to woo u

↠and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working 🥺👉👈

jirou- hanging out in her room

↠kyouka jirou, being the more introverted person she is, wouldn’t really want to go somewhere super public, like mina would

↠i also believe that she’d want to be friends (or at least acquaintances) with you before asking you on a date- she’s easily annoyed by people, so i think that she’d need to be comfortable around you if she was to be romantically interested

↠and you’ve ticked all these boxes! you understand her sarcastic, blunt personality, and find it pretty amusing. beyond all that, she’s kind and caring, and deep down, she aspires to be a hero for all the right reasons. who wouldn’t love her for that?

↠so for your first date with kyouka, i think she’d want to be somewhere quiet and intimate with you. she wouldn’t want any interruptions ((specifically from jammingyay, who enjoys butting his head in other peoples’ business))

↠the most comfortable place for her would be her room, since it’s really just an extension of her personality, and since you’re quite close, she’d be okay with letting you in her private space. she trusts you.

↠just two guys bein dudes 🤠 ((if you’re a girl, it’s just sappho and her friend--))

↠music is one of the biggest things in jirou’s life, and i think she’d want to share it with you. that is, if you’d let her :)) she has dozens of different instruments, so if you want to attempt to learn something, she’d be totally down!!

↠please show her what kind of music you’re into! no matter what it is, she’ll listen to it. she wants to get to know what kind of person you are when you’re not around other people, and music is a great way to do that. even if you don’t have the same taste as her, she wouldn’t mind, since a) she’ll listen to pretty much anything, she’s not picky; and b) it’s something that you’re showing her, and that’s enough to make her happy

↠she’s not a very formal person, so i think she’d just want to talk to you and hang out. i’d think kyouka would be more of a fan of a gradual relationship, one that starts from friends and slowly evolves into more. and yes, as you can probably tell, i am a sucker for mutual pining and friends-to-lovers tropes-- im a simple hoe 😌

↠she’s super fun to hang out with!! her sense of humor is really snarky, she also enjoys talking shit about people she doesn’t like. if you’re not into that, she’s able to carry on conversation really well. there’s not a moment of awkward silence between you

↠jirou actually really likes talking shit about people hsahsh- as long as it’s someone that’s been mean in some way. she won’t say anything bad about someone who hasn’t done anything to deserve it. but if you’ve wronged her in some way, boy, do you have it COMING

↠by the end of it, i just know your cheeks hurt from laughing

↠she’s just a really fun person to be around, she may not be the most bubbly person ever, but she’s super easy-going and cool ((jirou bias incoming ekejke))

↠i do think she’d try to sneak some kind of affection if she thinks you’d reciprocate- if you’re really getting along well, she might snake her hand into yours when you’re sitting on the bed, laughing

↠honestly you might not even notice until she stops, because your hand feels empty and cold without her like your heart aa

↠if she’s really into you?? might get a smol peck on the cheek 👉👈 please try to get a smol peck on the cheek, it’s very cute and she gets so flustered

↠she goes up to you as you’re about to leave her room, grabs your shoulder, turns you around, and gives you an adorable if not slightly aggressive smooch

↠then she reFUSES to acknowledge what she just did akdfld- she turns away, beet red, and is completely silent

↠meanwhile you’re probably laughing your ass off because wow she’s so cute

↠kudos if you give one back to her, baby is on the verge of exploding ejkdjf

↠her heart just can’t handle what you’re doing to her

↠and despite what her appearance is, her heart is doing backflips- she’s whipped <33

momo: tea and c u d d l e s

↠she’s a very fancy person, obviously. yaoyorozu wants only the best for everyone she loves, and that, of course, includes you! she loves showing affection through giving things to others. her family status only magnifies this aspect of her personality, as being born into wealth gives her the means to spoil you rotten

↠and even though she’s bougie as all hell, she also somehow maintains an elegant and simple air about her. it’s impressive, really. it’s not like she tries to flex her money, it’s just a part of her life, and she enjoys using her privilege well

↠that being said, what’s more elegant and mature than going for tea? it’s a lovely pastime that momo would love to include you in!

↠lowkey,, she’s a whole sugar momma dfkdjla im not even joking- she doesn’t try to be, but virtually everything she does shows how rich she is

↠you arrive at the tea room, and by god is it fancy. there’s multiple chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, which is decorated with classic renaissance-style paintings. all the tables are set with white cloth, plates made of pure fine china, flowers and woven baskets set everywhere to create a cottagecore-like setting. the air about it is so sophisticated, from the patrons (wait is that a celebrity-) to the decorations

↠your face is kinda just,,, 😮,, because what in the world did momo get you into??

“momo, you’re so sweet, and this place is lovely, but don’t you think this is a bit much? not that i don’t absolutely appreciate it, it’s just that this seems really expensive, and i don’t want you to have to spend that much for just one date.”

↠she just chuckles, saying that it was “really nothing” (???? MISS GIRL???)

“don’t worry, y/n, this isn’t too much! i want to have fun today, and this place is so nice! let’s just find a table, alright?”

↠like, hunney, you’re so kind, but this is a LOT

↠but if you say so....

↠she looks at you with the most enthusiastic, wholesome eyes, and soon you’re following her like a puppy towards your table. the waiter sits you down, and leaves, giving you a moment to glaze over the menu to find a drink

↠and there’s so many types of teas, at least 30 on this page alone. you hadn’t even heard of half of these drinks, how would you know if you’d like them?

↠yaomomo seemed to notice your puzzlement, and said that you could get a pot of something simple, like jasmine green or earl grey, and she would get something fancier that you could try. why not?

↠a few minutes later, you’ve already adjusted to the sophisticated and intimidating environment, focusing only on the girl across from you, and how her eyes glittered with happiness

↠she orders a few normal tea foods, like scones with jam, lemon curd, and devonshire cream, and finger sandwiches. the fanciest thing she buys, though, is a blooming tea that arrives in a clear pot. it has an open flower inside of it, which is what the tea is infused with. it’s nearly 16,100 yen for one pot, though, and while you protest its expense, momo reassures you that it’s no problem (you just learned not to say anything about money, as it wouldn’t stop yaoyorozu from spoiling you)

↠ngl, it’s so fun to pretend to be fancy for a few hours at a tea room !! you acted as if you were a member of high society, using stereotypes to exaggerate your actions. it made some people only slightly irritated, but hey, it got a laugh out of a pretty girl, so who’s the real winner?

↠yaomomo taught you some classy etiquette that you should definitely use, it makes her so happy to think that you’re learning about new things while still enjoying your time with her

↠she makes really good conversation!! her intellect seeps through everything she says, anyone who talks to her would be able to tell that she’s extremely well-spoken and mature. momo is modest, and deflects a lot of the compliments you try to give her, so if you try to display your admiration for her, you’d probably need to be very specific about it. she doesn’t have the best self-image when it comes to her heroism and field work. spoken affection sometimes doesn’t get through to her, but you know what does? physical affection!

↠she loves cuddles, and will regularly take you back to her house after a date to cuddle in her bed. her mattress is legendary, and it’s comfortable as hell. there’s an abundance of pillows and the bed isn’t too soft or too firm, and it’s always somehow an amazing temperature???? mattresses are investments, and this was definitely a good one

↠momo loves the intimacy and trust of holding you, it allows her to escape from overthinking and only focus on you, her beautiful partner. she doesn’t care if she’s the big or little spoon, but her favorite kind of cuddling is when you’re on your back and she’s curled into your side, head tucked under your chin and hand on your chest

↠she can do this for hours, please let her. she feels safe with you, confident, because you’re choosing to spend time with her in this quiet moment instead of being off somewhere else.

↠in conclusion,,, 💕women 💕

-denkineptune

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years ago

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I saw this one post where a person calls their dad during truth or dare using siri and siri is like "calling daddy" and the person starts screaming as someone's phone starts ringing. LIKE- IMAGINE IF THE READER DID THAT AND SHOUTO'S PHONE JUST STARTS RINGING AND CLASS-A1 STARTS SCREAMING. LIKE ALL OF THIS HAPPENS BEFORE SHOUTO EVEN KNOWS THE READER LIKES HIM AND NOW EVERYONE KNOWS THE READER HAS SHOUTO AS DADDY ON THEIR PHONE LIKE THIS SCENARIO CRACKS ME UP!! (I hope this made sense imao

warnings: crackish, 18+ characters, slight blink and miss alcohol consumption

a/n: so I read this when I first woke up and read it incorrectly, but now I see you said that they aren’t even together and I LMAOOOO OH NO THE FUCKING SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT SHCKAODUAK readers got some big ass balls putting his contact in like that without securing the goods. excuse the errors, it was done on the phone.

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you really needed to learn to stop letting your friends snoop through your phone.

the thing about mina and uraraka being allowed access to your phones passcode as your best friends meant that they also had free range in texting people back when you were busy and they were on your phone. in most situations it was never that big a problem because most texts you had to respond to were texts from deku, kaminari, your parents, or the classes group chat (and the nicknames on that group chat were self-assignable through the discord app).

but there came a day when you majorly fucked up.

“y/n!” mina yelled as you were busy changing from your hero costume to your casual wear, the long day at work finally over.

“yeah?” you answer back, only slightly distracted with figuring out if the slightly singed fabric was enough to request a new one. you looked over at mina who had been in the middle of responding back to kaminari about how no, you didn’t want to be his assistant for a magic trick he just learned, but minas typical soft smile was a deceiving, tainted smirk. “...mina?”

“who’s daddy?”

if your heart and stomach could drop to your toes, in this very moment it did as you threw yourself at the smirking acid user, voice already screaming as you tried to rip your phone from her hands. the two of you wrestled for your phone, voices screaming:

“give it back!”

“tell me who it is!”

“none of your damn business!”

“ow, my boob!”

“ow, my face!”

“WHO’S YOUR DADDY Y/N!”

eventually the two of you were broken apart but you held onto your phone.

for two months, mina pestered you about who it was, thankfully, she did it in a way were of wasn’t spread through your old classmates like wild fire. she pestered, and pestered, but you were equally stubborn. you wouldn’t give.

but you should had seen it coming when the since graduated class of 1-a arrived at momo’s apartment for a get together. why you agreed to play truth or dare should have been your clue to simply say “no.”

eventually, the universe was not in your favor, and with the slight calming buzz of the alcohol in your blood, minas gold eyes set on you with all but the fierceness of a lioness corning a bloodied, dying antelope.

“y/n, truth or dare?”

there was only ten of you (you, mina, uraraka, tokoyami, shoji, kaminari, kirishima, sero, hagakure, & mineta) playing the game, the other ten were by the tv watching as bakugou and deku played one another on some retro all might game.

“like hell imma fall for that you asshole, dare!” you exclaimed confidently, knowing full well what her truth would be. but unfortunately for you, the inevitable was still to come, your brain cells were just not working.

“I dare you to repeat after me,” mina spoke loudly, and you nodded, readying yourself for whatever she might say. “hey siri!”

“hey siri,” you spoke, your phone immediately lighting up at the sound of your command.

“call dad.”

“call dad,” you parrot, but then your blood runs cold. oh no, your dads contact had been changed to a set of emojis recently and when your body immediately reacted to turning off the phone, mina snatched it out of the way, pressing speaker as she does so.

“calling daddy.” came siri’s robotic voice and the ten in the circle immediately began to scream.

“MINA GIVE IT BACK!”

“NEVER!”

“what’s going on here?!” iida shouts from the tv area, his eyes wide with worry and needing to know the information of why ten people were screaming their heads off. “why are you yelling?!”

“SIRI IS CALLING Y/N’S DADDY AND ITS NOT THEIR DAD!” kaminari yells above the noise and instantly the crowd of a loud ten becomes rowdy twenty, everyone demanding to know who the fuck it was in their own way.

the ringing suddenly stops, embarrassed hot tears spilling over your eyes as you pray to whatever deity existed in the world that the contact of the person daddy held didn’t pick up.

but the soft breathing on the other side of the line seemed to echo through the room as everyone fell quiet immediately.

“hello, y/l/n?” comes the undeniable, irrefutable familiar voice of the one and only todoroki shouto and nineteen pairs of eyes fall on you. “everything okay?”

your heartbeat is hammering in your throat, and the cruel, sly grin of mina makes you want to cry as she pleasantly hands you your phone, as if nothing of controversy was happening.

“I-I’m okay,” you nearly whimper, shame digging into your shoulders nearly sinking you six feet under while your friends seemed to grow devil horns and glinting smirks. “was just... everyone’s wondering where you are, so I decided to call.”

you’re positive shouto nods from the other side, and you can feel the small smile from his voice as he speaks next, “i’m nearly here, actually. sorry, there was an incident with my filing at the agency. i’m not holding up anything, am I?”

“no, um... everyone’s just wanting to see you now.”

“you can say you miss me,” he teases gently and you swear a fire erupts on your face at the way the nearby gazes erupt in devilish glee. “i’m five minutes out, i’ll be there soon, no worries.”

“i’m not the one missing you!” your voice squeaks in your obvious denial. “everyone else does!”

“mhm.”

“it’s true!” you exasperates, your eyes pleading at mina who, despite absolutely soaking up your embarrassment and awkward flirting with who she knows is your crush, feels a tinge of sympathy.

“yeah! hurry up already todo-kun! we have to set the new record for DDR again!” mina yells loudly despite the quiet, quiet room.

“oh, hi ashido,” shouto greets before making a finalizing noise, the teasing in his tone vanished. “well, i’ll hang up, be there soon.”

“okay, yeah, see you then.”

“bye.”

the phone screen brightens again with the ended call, and never have you ever felt this embarrassed underneath the scrutinizing gazes of your closest friends.

“so...” jirou snickers, her teeth digging into her lower lip in a failed attempt to not laugh. “todoroki is your daddy?”

“SHUT UP!!!!!”

by the time shouto arrives to the get together, he’s impossibly confused with what’s going on, but they don’t let anything slip up, even when he goes to join you later on that night. they know better. they know you’re just friends.

#todoroki x reader

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tsukikento · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: You were always so kind to Bakugou, constantly doing favors for him, and everyone felt sorry that he never reciprocated your feelings. You didn’t mind though, especially not after tonight.

Words: 4533

Warning/Genre: Some angst, mostly fluff though. Slight swearing.

A/N: This took so long, what a mess! I know I should be writing for my series, but I got this idea and could not let go of it. It is pretty different to my usual style so I hope you guys like it! Also posted on my ao3 @ allie_win

The crisp Friday morning started similarly to how it always does. You woke up, went on your morning run, and got ready for class. Once finally done pampering yourself, you made your way to the kitchen. Although your class, class 2-A, would eat dinner together, people’s eating habits for breakfast were varied, and so everyone was on their own.

After your run, your body craved protein and carbs, so you always made yourself something you could easily eat on the way to class. Today, your plan was to make a hearty breakfast burrito.

Out of habit, you also made a breakfast burrito for Bakugou Katsuki to take to class, making sure to add extra spices and hot sauce to his.

You had noted quite some time ago that the boy went to bed early and got up late, typically getting 11 hours of sleep, which was ridiculous in your opinion. However, you also noted that he never had time to eat anything during the bright and crisp mornings.

You had sat next to Bakugou since your first year at U.A. and had heard his hollow stomach grumble enough times to know he needed food. He just did not have the time to make anything.

Just as you finished wrapping the warm tortilla of Bakugou’s burrito, the blond boy came rushing through the hallway, his gray backpack in hand. This day was typical to all the others, meaning it was only you and Bakugou left in the big dorms at this point.

“Good morning,” You greeted, smiling at the not-completely awake boy.

He looked up and you while still rushing to put on his shoes and leave. He didn’t bother to respond to you.

“Made you breakfast,” You offered, showing off the two burritos. You grabbed your bag, two waters, and both burritos and now made your way to the door where Bakugou was currently lingering.

“I don’t need you to make me breakfast every morning,” Bakugou scolded, at first not taking the burrito.

“I just made too much,” You reasoned, shrugging your shoulders. “I struggle with making small enough proportions for only one person.”

Bakugou’s red eyes pierced through you as if trying to figure out whether or not you were lying. It was a story he had heard time and time again. He thought you should have learned by now considering it was nearing the end of your 2nd year at U.A.

“No one else is here to take it anyways,” You continued. “Come on, just take it before we are even later for class than we already are.”

Bakugou grumbled and snatched the burrito and water from your hands, mumbling a small “Thanks.”

You smiled brightly at his response and slipped on your shoes. “Ready?” You asked, noticing that Bakugou was waiting for you by the door.

Once again, Bakugou only hummed in response. However, this time it was because he was currently digging into the burrito. A smile creeped its way onto your face, the satisfaction and joy from helping Bakugou evident on your face.

You didn’t know what it was, but you just felt the need to take care of the short-tempered boy.

You and Bakugou walked to class silently, both of you finishing your burritos before entering the main building and making it to your classroom seconds before the bell rang.

The day continued on smoothly, but just before lunch, Bakugou dropped his pencil on the ground. No one noticed as the pencil quietly rolled under your desk.

Before Bakugou had a chance to grab it, you bent over and picked up the mechanical pencil.

When Bakugou looked at you to grab the pencil, he immediately noticed your bright, almost blinding smile, and shining, vibrant eyes. Your hair was styled perfectly, no hair out of place despite having just bent over and your school uniform was crisp and hugged your body in all the right ways. Before he could make a fool of himself, he snatched the pencil from your hand similarly to the burrito.

He grumbled and turned back to Aizawa-sensei, not bothering to say thank you.

He was, however, blushing and you knew that he appreciated your help. You smiled, satisfied with the interaction, as you turned your focus back to the notes you were taking.

On your way back from class, you, Momo, and Jirou took the long route, making your way through the flower fields that were just beginning to sprout.

As you passed by, you grabbed flower after flower, creating a colorful and fragrant bouquet. You didn’t know the names of all the flowers currently in your hand, but the deep oranges, greens, and blacks immediately reminded you of Bakugou and his hero costume.

By the time you got back to the dorms, Bakugou was heading out with Midoriya and Todoroki to go to Endeavor’s agency.

When you crossed paths with him, you stopped him by placing a hand on his chest. You took a moment to feel just how hard his chest was against your hand before focusing back on Bakugou’s face.

“I picked these for you,” You gushed while looking down at the blooming flowers.

In response, Bakugou scoffed and pushed past you to get out the door. “I don’t need flowers that are just going to die,” He snapped while following Midoriya and Todoroki through the door.

After he left, Momo came to your side, apologizing for Bakugou’s rude behavior.

You laughed and brushed Momo off, “Don’t apologize for him, it’s not your fault.” You smiled at your kind friend to show her it didn’t bother you. Although you were sure she didn’t notice, you definitely did see the small blush on Bakugou’s face that formed when you offered him the flowers.

Obviously Bakugou wouldn’t have accepted the flowers, you didn’t expect him to. That, however, didn’t prevent you from placing the flowers into a vase with water and placing it in front of his closed bedroom door.

It never bothered you when Bakugou didn’t accept your kindness. It was enough to see his blushing face and red eyes looking at you.

That night was the end of the year party; every student would be getting together in the gym to celebrate a long year.

Last year, all of you were too young and nervous to ask anyone to accompant\y you. However, with hormones on the rise this year, a lot of the boys in the class were rushing around to find a date whether in your class or not. For example, Kaminari had gotten up the nerve to ask Ibara Shiozaki to attend the party with him. The beautiful girl with vines for hair politely declined, saying that she could not decide on one boy. Apparently twelve had already asked her to the party before Kaminari.

Currently, you as your female classmates were gathered in Ashido’s room. Everyone had brought over their dresses and makeup to get ready. As expected, most of the conversation revolved around dates.

“Ahh,” Ashido sighed, her black eyes glossing over at the prospect of love, “I can’t believe Uraraka and Midoriya are going together. So cute!”

The girl in question blushed, distracting herself from the task at hand and resultantly began floating away. “It’s just as friends!” She exclaimed as her face began to get a little too red.

Ashido then moved on to Momo, who was sitting on the pink desk, applying her final touches of makeup. “And Yaomomo,” She exclaimed, “I can’t believe Todoroki asked you, It’s like a royalty story of a prince and princess!”

Momo, who had grown all the more confident in herself over this last year, waved off Ashido. “We are going as friends, my dear. Don’t read too much into it.” Jirou grinned at her elegant friend, who blushed in return. Even if it was as friends, it was obvious Momo hoped for more than just the company of Shouto. She even told you and Jirou that she was hoping to get a few dances out of the rather oblivious boy.

“Ashido-kun,” Tsu chimed in, “Why are you so concerned with other’s love lives when you could be getting ready for Kirishima to take you.” The comment was innocent, although it could have easily been mistaken as rude.

Ashido pouted and sat down on the floor by her makeup. “Kiri just asked me because I’m like the only girl he talks to.”

“You don’t know that,” You replied, turning your head to look at your pink friend, “Maybe you’re the only girl he talks to because he likes you.”

That silenced your friend, the comment making her debate her relationship with Kirishima.

“You’re one to talk,” Hagakure commented, making all the girls around you giggle.

You looked at the girls around you quizzically, unsure of what they meant.

“She’s talking about Bakugou,” Jirou added as she fiddled with her dress, pulling it down as if it would suddenly become longer.

“What do you mean?” You asked before you sprayed your face with a moisturizing setting spray.

“We mean,” Uraraka began, “That you are attached to Bakugou at the hip, always doing him favors.”

“So what?” You snapped back, “I like helping people.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Every other girl in the room looked at you, their eyes practically rolling simultaneously.

“Yes,” Momo began, “You do help us. However, you help Bakugou more than anyone. You make him breakfast every day! And you literally sparred against him hours every day for this past week to prepare for our final. Do you not remember how tired you were? Do you not remember that you still insisted to help him out even though he told you to take a break?”

You looked at the girls around you, getting slightly lost in your thoughts. Eventually, you replied, “So? I just like helping people.” You turned back to your mirror to inspect your makeup, “It’s not like he asked me to the party today anyways.”

You felt a small tinge in your heart at the idea of your emotions not being reciprocated. You weren’t an idiot, you knew you had a soft spot for the blond boy, but you promised yourself to never act on them. You were happy with the small times you got to be with him, satisfied enough to let your relationship with him continue without a ‘next step.’

You looked to your side to see Jirou giving you a pitying smile. She sat down next to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. You knew she was in the same situation as you. You gave her a small smile and she leaned in to whisper to you as Ashido and Hagakure continued to talk about boys.

“We can go together,” She mumbled, “Show everyone.”

Your smile grew, happy to have such a good friend.

Suddenly, small explosions rang through your ears. Everyone knew who caused it.

“Y/L/N,” You heard Bakugou’s voice yell over the sound of his annoyed explosions.

The girls in the room looked at you with suggestive eyes and smirks. You rolled your eyes at them and got up from your spot on the floor to open the door that Bakugou was now banging on. When you swung it open, you were met with the face of a rather upset Bakugou. His cheeks were puffed out from his pout and his hand was still up, positioned to bang on the door once more.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt, the top two buttons were undone and he had a gray vest on with red stitching and embroidery on it. His black slacks were hung slightly too low on his hips and in his hands was a maroon tie that matched the red stitching on his vest. It was smashed into a ball and you already knew what he was going to ask.

You smiled and reached out for the tie, flattening it in your hand to get rid of the wrinkles Bakugou had made.

As you did this, Bakugou took a moment to eye your outfit. It was lucky that you had just finished your makeup.

You had on a red dress, the color almost matching his tie. The sweetheart neckline flowed down and hugged your waist, making your curves evermore prominent. The dress poofed out just slightly after your waist, a black lace lining was over the fabric and it had images of roses on them; Bakugou noted how well it matched the red on his vest.

Bakugou looked up at your face as you continued to smooth out the fabric of the tie. Your eye makeup mixed red and black colors together perfectly and when you looked up at him with a small smile and glossed over eyes, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He looked down and wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants before looking up once again. Over your shoulder were six other girls, all staring at the interaction.

He made eye contact with Ashido, who was grinning wildly and it made him upset that anyone could watch as he fell for you.

“Let’s take this into the hallway,” He mumbled as he gently held onto your elbow and led you into the empty hall. He closed the door behind him, staring daggers at Ashido just before it closed.

When he turned around to face you, you were holding the tie up, waiting for him to make the next move. Bakugou bent down and moved forward so the tie was lying on the back of his neck. He popped up his collar as he made note of how goddamn close you were.

For you, the proximity was also something quite jarring, even though you had been tying Bakugou’s ties for him since the first year. He only wore them for very special occasions because he hated the feeling of them around his neck. You were the only person able to tie it loose enough that it didn’t bother him. Or so he claimed.

You slowly and carefully moved the fabric, making sure that it would work with Bakugou’s immaculate suit perfectly. “So,” You spoke, practically whispering. You looked into the boy’s red eyes, your gaze holding him in that position, “Soon we’ll be third years.”

“Yeah,” Bakugou replied, trying his best not to sound like a total fool.

You caught the way heat rose from his neck to face, a pale pink following it closely.

“It’s crazy,” Bakugou sighed, averting his gaze away from you and to the ceiling.

You hummed in response as you tightened the tie just slightly to rest perfectly aligned with the collar of his outfit. You stepped back and smiled at your work before reaching up and putting his popped collar back into the appropriate place.

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of having Bakugou alone like this. Although you could not kiss or hug the blond boy, you were satisfied with what you were able to have.

It was all worth it if you were able to have moments like this.

“Do you like the flowers?” You asked, noticing they were no longer in front of his door.

Bakugou scoffed, “I just took those shitty flowers in because Kirishima made me. Not like I want the dead petals falling all over my room.”

Your heart hurt slightly at his response, but pursued your questions. “They match well with your hero costume. It’s cute.”

You threw that word out there to see how he would react. You weren’t calling him cute, but you were calling something related to him cute. Bakugou pushed himself back and shoved his hands into his pockets, looking down at his feet.

“Whatever,” He mumbled before pulling out his hand to pick at his tie. “Thanks,” He mumbled.

“No problem,” You reassured, feeling rather confident in yourself.

“See you at the dance,” Bakugou spoke before turning around and making a beeline towards Kirishima’s room.

You smiled and made your way back to Ashido’s room.

The gym had been decked out by the third year students. Colorful lights were hung up all around the gym and they were reflecting against glass to make colorful rainbow lights reflect against the floor and wall.

You were currently standing with Jirou at the punch table, watching Todoroki and Momo awkwardly dance. Even though Momo was trained in Ballet and Waltz, the pop beat that was currently playing did not match well with her elegance. At least Todoroki was equally as awkward.

Your eyes wandered over the crowd, finding all of your friends. Uraraka was dancing in a group with Midoriya, Iida, and Shinsou. It seemed the green haired boy was too nervous to dance with her alone, even though they were technically going as a date.

At least it wasn’t just you who was having a disappointing night. You sighed, trying to pull yourself out of your slump. Just because you weren’t going as a date, didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun.

You pulled Jirou over to a table with Kaminari and Sero sitting at it. To your knowledge, they hadn’t danced with any girls yet and were probably itching to show they weren’t the awkward guys they actually were.

“Do you guys want to dance?” You asked as Jirou fixed her dress. “Let’s go, Sero!” You added to make sure Kaminari would end up dancing with Jirou.

The black-haired boy nodded, smiled, and stood up while gently taking your hand in his.

Although your dress was long, it was trimmed just above your ankles and relatively light, making it easy enough to keep up with Sero. By the end of the song, you had worked up a sweat from trying to keep up with the two energetic boys. Your sides hurt from laughing so hard at their ridiculous dance moves.

“Oh my goodness!” You laughed as the next song began. “I need to catch my breath.”

“Same,” Jirou breathlessly agreed. She grabbed your hand and followed you to the table you left your drinks at.

You looked behind you to see Sero and Kaminari continuing to dance with just each other. They waved at you and you looked back towards the table. When you sat down, you immediately chugged your punch down and sighed at the comfort of the soft chairs.

You and Jirou chatted lightly before Sero and Kaminari finally joined you again, grabbing their own drinks to sip on.

“I’m gonna get more punch,” You excused yourself before making your way to the snack table.

You looked around the dance room as you lingered by the table and grabbed something to drink and eat. Subconsciously, you knew you were looking for Bakugou. You hadn’t seen him at all in the gigantic gym and were beginning to wonder if he even showed up.

Although his blond, spiky hair helped him stand out, his red haired friend was even easier to find. However, he was currently on the dance floor with Ashido and Bakugou was nowhere near him. You sighed and let your eyes wander to the back of the gym, hoping to see Bakugou grumbling in the corner.

As your eyes traced over the barely lit back wall, you finally saw the spiky-haired boy. He was standing next to Tokoyami. However, Tokoyami was currently being asked by Tsu to dance.

You confidently made your way to Bakugou now that he was all alone. You had two glasses of punch in your hands and were making sure not to spill any. The boy in front of you had a grumpy face that didn’t disappear when he noticed you approaching him.

A coy smile graced your lips, the lipgloss you had on shining perfectly with the lights. “Hey, loser,” You greeted while extending your arm to hand him the drink.

Bakugou scoffed, but easily accepted the cup of red liquid. He sipped it and immediately groaned at how sweet it was. “Ugh, have you been drinking this all night?”

“No,” You lied.

“Your teeth are red,” Bakugou replied.

You immediately closed your mouth and pouted. You didn’t expect him to be such a dick so quickly.

Bakugou chuckled, “So sensitive.” His crimson eyes looked directly into yours, the smile on his face mirroring itself in his eyes. The teasing kindness behind them was enough for you to feel better.

“I’m not sensitive,” You countered, “You’re just an ass.”

Bakugou laughed much louder this time, his chuckle not very audible over the sound of the music, but you could still hear the roughness behind his voice that once again made your insides spin. After his laughter died down, you were both silent, letting the sound of music and people talking fill the air.

You were tempted, oh so tempted to ask him to dance.

You were imagining the feeling of his warm hands on your waist or the goofy dance moves he would display that would make you laugh. You looked down into the cup of bright red punch and you were sure your face looked just as red. There was no way he would dance with you.

“Come on,” Bakugou finally spoke up. You looked up at him just in time to see him snatch your drink and place it on the table nearby. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you through the gym.

You were right. His hand was warm.

You relished in the comforting feeling of his hand fitting perfectly with yours instead of being concerned about where he was taking you. He opened a small closet door in the corner of the gym. It was filled with random sports equipment, but also had a metal ladder attached to the wall.

Bakugou let go of your hand, and gave you a look that wasn’t quite readable before he began climbing up it. You stood still and stared at his backside, trying to decipher the mischievous glint in his eyes.

After getting about halfway up, he looked down at you and hissed, “Come on, dumbass!”

Although nervous, you followed him, being careful not to mess up your dress. You heard the sound of Bakugou’s unlatching something and you were then greeted with the light of the full moon. Bakugou then disappeared before reappearing only a moment later, his hand extended to grab yours and help you up.

You gratefully grabbed his hand and he effortlessly pulled you up to the roof. You immediately fiddled with your dress, making sure it looked okay.

“Stop messing with it,” Bakugou mumbled as he pushed your hand away. “You look great anyways.”

You didn’t comment on the compliment, knowing that teasing him would make Bakugou freeze up and put up a wall. Instead, you let the blush on your face speak for yourself.

When he noticed your reaction, a small pink flush fell upon his cheeks as well. He looked down at his feet for a moment to hide his face before looking back at you. At this point, you had stepped onto a small concrete step and were admiring the night sky. The lack of lights and forested areas in U.A. made the stars brighter than ever.

“Why did you bring me here?” You finally asked after the silence settled. Your comment fell from your lips, once again creating waves in the merciless, restless ocean that was your relationship with Bakugou. You looked away from the stars to face Bakugou, who had been staring at you. From this angle, you were looking down on him, easily able to admire the way the stars and moonlight framed his sharp features.

Shocked, Bakugou took a step back and scratched his forearm, a nervous habit he picked up over a year ago. “To escape,” He replied simply, “To show you this.”

The faint sound of music filled the air because of your lack of response.

Bakugou was driving you insane. For so long, he barely showed any care for you and now he was taking you here. He took you here to escape from people. However, by bringing you, he was insinuating that he didn’t need to escape from you, but also wanted you to be with him during his escape from the world.

You looked back up at the night sky, trying to find an answer to your problems in the stars. “They’re beautiful,” You sighed.

Bakugou hummed in agreeance, but his eyes were more focused on the concentration on your face and the way it contrasted with your soft eyes and bright smile.

The pop music playing in the background slowed down dramatically, but was still clear. You noted how well the angelic music matched the peaceful and serene environment around you. Although Bakugou made your heart race rapidly, he also was a source of calm for you. He had been with you since year 1 and you both went through so much together and separately.

Reflecting back on these two years, it made you all the more sure that you and Bakugou had something special even if it was unspoken. You were never going to stop helping him because it seemed natural, as if the universe was guiding you in that direction.

Bakugou cleared his throat to grab your attention.

You looked back at your friend who was shyly looking at the ground. When he looked up at you, his brilliant, vermillion eyes were practically sparkling under the moonlight. He pulled his calloused hands out of his pockets and wiped them on his pants.

The air was thick with anxiety; your and Bakugou’s nerves were practically palpable under the brittle and cold night sky.

Bakugou lifted his hand in a cupping position. “Dance with me?” He stammered.

You couldn’t remember a time where Bakugou was so nervous before.

With the utmost care, you cautiously took Bakugou’s hand, immediately noticing how his powerful hands were surprisingly soft. Just like he would with an explosion, Bakugou easily and carefully guided you off your perch and pulled your close. The simple, instrumental music continued to flow through the gym and to your ears, providing a slow beat to dance to.

Bakugou’s hand continued to grasp yours as his other moved to your waist. You placed your hand upon his sharp shoulder and moved gracefully with the blond. He was surprisingly poised with his moves.

You felt Bakugou’s body heat as he pulled you closer. Your chest was now pressed against his and you bent your head down to avoid his gaze. Bakugou let go of your hand and placed his hand on your waist which led you to wrap your arms around his neck.

When the song ended, Bakugou pushed himself back while still holding onto your hands. He looked down at you, a faint, but satisfied grin graced his lips and his eyes sparkled with pride and happiness.

You couldn’t help but smile back, and you knew a blush had creeped its way onto your cheeks. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Never had you expected Bakugou to do something like this.

However, as Bakugou moved his hand to push your hair behind your ear and glide his thumb against your cheek, you wondered if maybe you should begin to expect things like this.

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milkacchan · 4 years ago

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Request for anon: Hii! If you're not too busy, may i ask hdcs for 1A girls (together) realizing that Yaoyorozu and fem Reader are in a secret relationship, thank you! Have a nice day / good night!

Just reminded me how much I want a gf and how in love with momo I am ngl

They didn't mean to see it!! They really didn't. They'd all decided to hang out of a little bit, for a late night movie once the boys had gone to bed.

Because boys are annoying. And they wouldn't be able to watch anything they'd actually want to.

So in a fit of quiet giggles, the girls of class 1A, head down the stairs.

Mina's first, occasionally looking back to hush the other girls because she'll be damned if Kaminari wakes up and tells everyone else about it. Then she'll be pissed.

"Hush hush," she whispers, moving her hand to dismiss the noise. "Do we have everyone here?"

"Momo wasn't in her room," Tsu shrugged, "it at least she didn't answer, maybe she fell asleep."

"Same with (Y/N), we'll just include them next time."

Mina frowns. "But that means..." she looked at her fingers, "Uraraka, Me, Jirou, Miss invisible-"

"I have a name," Hagakure huffed.

"Shh, I know, Miss invisible, and Tsuyu, that's only four of us." She whined. "That's no fun."

"It's plenty fun. Maybe one of them is downstairs still. You know (Y/N) refuses a decent sleep schedual." Jirou leans against the stairwell, crossing her arms.

"She does," mina nods, "I dunno why."

"She thinks it's a personality trait." She rolls her eyes and Hakugure snickers.

"Stop, that's mean. She just watches tv until it's like 4 am. I remember walking in to her room one time because I'd forgotten my jacket, and she was crying to a tv show about cute puppies."

"That's her personality trait right there,"

"Wrong!" Mina turned around. "She hit me afterwards with a textbook. 'If anyone hears about this I'll tear you apart-' So don't tell her I told you."

"C'mon, let's just go. That movie is calling out my name." Hagakure jumped up and down impatiently, holding onto the rail.

"Yeah yeah," she mumbled. "Now everyone shh,"

And so they continued in their trek downstairs. That is, before Minas hand went out.

Everyone stopped. She was peaking around the doorway, arm out behind her. Uraraka frowned. "What's going on?" She whispered.

"You won't believe this," Mina whispered back, pulling her head in. "Well, they're awake- just- just look, subtly."

So the girls moved and looked around themselves.

Sure enough, there you were. They were sure if you were awake, not that it mattered, because momo was there too. The two of you were splayed across the couch, momo under you, hand on your waist and the other playing with your hair.

You were on top of her, laying on your stomach. On hand cupped her cheek and the other hand made a home in her hair on the back of her neck.

The tv played softly in the background but momos attention was on you. Her eyes scanned your face, lips curling into a small smile as you mumbled something into her neck. She rubbed circles into your back with gentle fingers. It looked so soft- so refreshing to just be held like that.

The girls poked their head back in.

"Oh my god, Denki owes me ten bucks." Jirou grinned. "It was obvious really."

"It wasn't and you know it. How long have- how long do you think they've been hiding this?" Ochako joined, her hand over her mouth

"I don't...I don't know. Honestly I never got gay vibes." Tsuyu shrugged again, peaking back over. "At least from Momo,"

"Really? Momo radiated it."

"She liked Todoroki at one point,"

"Yeah in freshman year. And only for like 3 months."

"Didn't they used to hate eachother? I always assumed they just tolerated eachother." Hagakure whispered, leaning over Ochako.

"Maybe it was because they were both pining after eachother but hadn't realized it yet." Tsuyu out her hands together with a grin.

"True, Y/N was awfully close with Sero for awhile."

"They still are?"

"Yeah but like- obviously platonically because (Y/N) is very obviously into girls." Mina looked back at the 4 standing in the hall.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah like when we went to the beach and instead of staring at our boys and getting blushy- she stuttered over a girl who complimented her bikini." Jirou nods.

"She literally has a pride sticker on her mirror." Mina rolled her eyes.

"Not everyone's studied her room, Ashido."

"Best friend privileges I guess," Mina held up a peace sign, sticking her tongue out for a second before glancing back with Tsu.

"They're so cute," Hakugure whined, leaning against the wall. "Look at how she's looking at (Y/N). I want someone to look at me like that."

"I'm gonna be honest- I never pegged (Y/N) to be a softie."

"Yeah me neither."

"Huge softie, just hates showing it. Like I said, puppies. Crying. 3am." Mina spoke again.

"You know I can hear you guys right?" You groaned, not lifting your head from Momos shoulder. She only smiled, looking up to the door.

"Oh fuck- Um..Hey, hi- how yall doing?" Mina gingerly stepped out from the doorway, the other girls following.

"We're doing well, how about you?" It was momo this time, she was a little red but her hand never stopped moving through your hair. "What are you guys doing down here?"

"We could ask you the same question,"

"Cuddling. Clearly. You have eyes Mina."

"Fine, we were going to have a girls movie night so we wouldn't be made fun of by the boys. We knocked on your doors to see if you wanted to join but obviously, you weren't there. Because you're here."

"Obviously. Feel free to use the tv but I'm not moving." You grumbled, eyes closed.

"Grumpy are we?"

"She is a little." Momo spoke again, looking back at you. "What movie were you guys thinking?"

"The one where you tell us how long you two have been together. And why you've hidden it." Jirou sits down at the other end of the couch, groaning when Mina sits next to her, moving your feet into her lap.

"Yes yes, that one." The three other girls sat down where they could, looking at the couple intently.

"That okay?" Momo asked, still looking at you.

You only nod, giving a grunt of affirmation in response.

"About seven months."

"Seven?!"

"Seven. Beginning of summer after first year."

"Why'd you hide it?"

"Neither of us are out yet. At least not to the whole class."

"I was out to Mina and Sero, that's it." You mumble from your spot against momo.

"Wait not even Bakugou knew?" Ochako questioned, grabbing a pillow next to her.

"Nope. Neither does Kirishima. I know its not a super big deal- nor an important one, but I just haven't. Not really something I was planning on doing."

"You know they're gay right? Kiri is bi. But they're literally dating."

"I know. Just haven't said anything. Don't see a reason too."

"It's not really anyones business and we don't feel like dealing with the aftershock. Not yet at least. Maybe prom. Or ceremony."

"Valid reasons."

"Yeah but I'm sorry we found out, you guys weren't ready."

"Not a big deal 'chako, really." You shifted slightly and momo moved her hands. "It's not like we're scared of it or anything. Just a lot going on, a lot of people. So we'll just go gradually I guess."

"Yeah. No need to look so worried Tsu. It's alright."

"We'll try our best to keep the boys from finding out." Hagakure sounded, nodding to herself.

"You guys did a really good job though. Like a really good job."

"I'm surprised you guys didn't figure it out," you opened an eye. "The boys are dumb so I'm not surprised about that. Midoryia might know. Little bitch knows everything."

"He does! It's kinda creepy. You breathe and he knows your whole life story."

"Yeah, shits crazy." You nuzzle back into Momos chest. "'Rozu keep playing with my hair. Please."

She hums and her fingers run through your hair once more; gently tugging at any knots.

"That's too cute." Hagakure whines. "Like I said, i want someone who looks at me the way Momo looks at you."

"Shut up and play your movie."

"Be nice, (Y/N)."

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asian-hero · 4 years ago

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Emergency request May i ask hdcs momo realising that her femcrush was a child abused by her father(verbally and physically)during a girl's night where reader says that she does not want to have children (because she is afraid to be like her parents). she has a crush on momo but is afraid of a relationship because she thinks that she risks to mistreat her as her father did with her mother. it's actual questions i can't stop asking myself so ... if you're unconfortable just ignore it. thank you.

A/N: Even though I may not know you, the fact that you question yourself on whether or not you would be a bad parent/partner to someone is proof enough that you would never be the way your parent was. It’s understandable that you’d be scared that you may end up hurting the ones you care about most, but please remember that your parents aren’t a reflection of you, and you can grow and develop and be your own person in the world, one that can bring warmth and kindness to everyone around you, please remember that ❤️

It was rather rare that you and the rest of the 1-A girls would have a girl’s night all to yourselves

I say this because, whenever you all try to have one, one of the boys will barge in and demand they be apart of it, and that they feel left out. Pretty soon after, the entirety of 1-A is sitting out in the common area, as you all had to migrate out of whatever dorm room you were in due to the sheer amount of growth your group had

Finally, though, the seven of you are finally able to have a girl’s night without the interruption from any of your other classmates. It was a nice way to just unwind with one another and talk about all the things that have stressed you out, made you laugh, and anything that’s happened to you during the day

If you were completely being honest with yourself, you were mainly excited for these nights with just the girls because you could hang out with Momo without anyone questioning your motives

This was a great excuse for you to hang out with her, but not have to deal with all of the unwanted emotions that would occur if it were just the two of you

As much as you liked her, you felt that she could do so much better than you, so you never wanted to risk anything, and, in the end, you sort of ended up avoiding her. So, these girl’s nights gave you the perfect opportunity to be near her without having to deal with the consequences of it after

While you’re busy being in a heated discussion with Ochako about what flavor of mochi is the best, you don’t notice a certain pony-tailed girl looking your way

It was fairly obvious to everyone else, or at least to all of the girls, that Momo had the biggest crush on you. She would stare at you when she thought no one else was watching, and would just admire your beauty. As cliche as it sounds, she found that you were most beautiful to her when you were in your natural state. Whenever you were talking to your friends, with the biggest grin on your face as you laughed at one of their jokes, she’d find herself being unable to breathe. She could honestly watch you for hours and never be bored of it

Of course, she never really acted on her feelings, mainly because she felt that you were uncomfortable around her. Whenever you two were alone, you refused to look at her, and you’d only talk to her when she asked a question, and even then you’d only answer her in short tidbits. While it hurt her feelings, Momo couldn’t find it in herself to confront you about it. Perhaps it was because she was scared of the answer that would come, or maybe it was the fear that you wouldn’t answer her at all, and then she’d just be standing there all by herself

So, she resigned herself to just watching you from afar, taking happiness from seeing you look so happy with the others. After all, she knew that she’d be able to hang around you during the few girl’s nights you all had, so she’d hold out until then

After a while of talking about your school work, how annoying a certain purple haired boy was, and how you all feel you’ve progressed with your quirks, you had landed on the topic of the future: namely, about your future families

Mina was the first to talk about her future, saying that she wanted to find someone who was strong, kind, and funny. She also went further into her future life, saying that she wanted a wedding by the beach, and wanted to wear a pinkish wedding dress. After her future wedding, she’d want to start having kids immediately, stating that she wanted at least two little ones

After her came Toru, then Ochako, then Asui. Even Jirou had participated in the conversation, albeit a bit reluctantly. Eventually the conversation had found its way to you, and you couldn’t help but feel self conscious, wanting nothing more than to just fold in on yourself to escape the questioning looks of your friends

You took in a shaky breath, attempting to calm your nerves before saying that you weren’t sure you wanted any kids, much less a relationship. Immediately, as you’d predicted, you were bombarded with questions of “why?” and “are you sure you want to shut yourself in like that?”

While you already predicted that they’d react like that, it still didn’t make you feel any better to be proven right

You merely shrug your shoulders, trying to play into the nonchalant role, saying that you just weren’t really interested in having kids, and that really, you’d be doing your imaginary kids a favor, as if they’d been real, you weren't sure that you’d be the best parent

Once again, you were silenced by the other girls telling you that you’d be a great mom, and that anyone would be lucky to have you, and while it felt great hearing that, you couldn’t really imagine a life like that for yourself

As you felt yourself spiraling into dark thoughts about yourself, it was Momo who saved you. She put herself in front of you, scolding the others for pressing the subject when you were clearly uncomfortable.

While the others were apologizing profusely after realizing how uncomfortable you were, Momo was taking you to her own dorm room, telling the others that you’d both be back soon

In all honesty, you really wanted to tell the others that it was fine, and that you were just “overreacting,” but the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth

Once the two of you reached her dorm, she pulled you onto her bed, sitting across from you, waiting for you to say something. After a few more seconds of silence, and the realization that you weren’t going to speak, she sighed, leaning in closer to brush the hair away from your face

“You know, if there’s something bothering you, you can always tell me,” She started, before pulling her hands away, “I won't tell anyone.”

With just those few words, you felt everything pouring out of your mouth: about your childhood and how your father had been abusive in every sense of the word, how all those years of torture had led you to wanting to be a hero in the first place, as you didn’t want anyone else to live like that, and how those years had damaged how you saw yourself and the world, and that you didn’t feel like you deserved to be happy

She doesn’t interrupt you as you stumble your way through your sentences. Instead, she inches ever so closer, and pretty soon she’s enveloping you in a tight hug, holding your head against her chest

Tears that you didn’t know were there started to dampen her shirt, and you try to push yourself away, with a meek attempt at an apology, but she refuses to let you go, only moving back slightly to stare directly into your eyes

“I’m sorry that you had to deal with all of that by yourself. You didn’t deserve any of what your father did to you, and I promise you that you’re more than deserving of all the good things in life. Please don't ever say that you’re less than, because I can assure you, if there was anyone in the entire world who deserves kindness and love and warmth, it’d be you”

She pulls you into her chest again, this time burying her face into your hair, trying to conceal the tears that were beginning to form in her eyes. With a shaky voice, she speaks again:

“I mean, it’s not like you’re hard to love, either. I know that all the girls love you, and so do the boys, even Bakugou,” She laughs, rubbing her cheek against your head, “Though he’d try to deny it.”

Her voice grows softer, almost as if she weren’t sure of herself, “I love you too, you know.”

You lift your head up, a curious look on your face. Even though your mind is filled with such opposing emotions, and your self doubt hadn’t gone away, you couldn't help but ask:

“As a friend?”

She sighs once more, shaking her head. That’s all the signal you need to realize one thing: somehow, Momo had fallen for you. Despite you pushing her away, not talking to her, she’d still found herself growing to love you. Even though you never once showed much of an interest in even being her friend, she loved you nonetheless

It was a thought that both excited you and terrified you. So, you did the only thing that came to mind: deflect. Scoffing, you turned your head to the side, not wanting to look her in the eye

“You can’t be serious,”

She tilted her head, a saddened look crossing her features, “Would it truly be that bad if I loved you?”

When you didn’t respond, she gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at her

“I know it’s hard for you, especially with all that you’ve told me, but I know that you aren’t like that,” She squished your cheek, “You aren’t your father, and neither am I. So, will you please give me a chance? Let me prove to you that love isn't as scary as it seems to be”

It was hard to deny her when she gave you such a cute expression. Still, you frowned, burying your head into her shoulder. “I’m not sure if I know how to love,”

She smiled, rubbing your back. “Don’t worry about that, I’m more than willing to wait for you,”

As the two of you sat there, finding comfort in one another’s arms, you couldn’t help the small warmth growing in the pit of your stomach. What was it? You weren’t really sure. Did it scare you? Of course it did, but you knew that, with Momo, you’d be safe

When the next morning came rolling around, the rest of the girls had checked to see if the two of you were okay, and instead of finding the worst, they found the two of you snuggled up in her bed, with your head resting upon her chest, and her arms wrapped around you protectively, as if trying to shield you from the world

The girls shut the door lightly, and they refused to let anyone near the two of you for the rest of the day

#bnha #mha #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #momo yaoyozoru #yaoyorozu x reader #yaoyorozu momo #yaoyorozu momo x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #momo x reader

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 4 years ago

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UA's Two Universal Problem Children

UA's Two Universal Problem Children by yes bella no

its a mega crossover a fricking miracle if i finish it expect no actual plot

Words: 1542, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of My Mega Crossovers That Shouldn't Exist But They Do So Frick You

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Edward Elric, Isabella Santos, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, some random kiddnappers idk, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Asui Tsuyu, Hagakure Tooru, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Tokoyami Fumikage, Aoyama Yuuga, Ojiro Mashirao, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Kadou Koji, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss, Ectoplasm, Snipe, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Class 1-A, Class 1-B, U.A. Students, Dabi, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri, Giran (My Hero Acadamia), Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, League of Villains, Muscular, Mustard, Moonfish, Yoarashi Inasa, Kate Vaughan, Moura Nagamasa, Utsushimi Camie, Ms Joke (My Hero Acadamia), Yo Shindou, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Gran Torino, Death Arms, Fourth Kind, Gunhead, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Lunch-Rush, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Thirteen, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Characters, Eri

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Edward Elric/Ling Yao, Isabella Santos/Tobias Maudington, Original Female Character/Original Male Character, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A & Class 1-B, Bakugou Katsuki & Class 1-A, Class 1-A & Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A & Shinsou Hitoshi, Class 1-A & Edward Elric, Class 1-A & Isabella Santos, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Edward Elric, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Isabella Santos, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Bakugou Katsuki & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Shouto & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Edward Elric & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Isabella Santos & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Edward Elric, Todoroki Shouto & Edward Elric, Isabella Santos & Bakugou Katsuki, Isabella Santos & Todoroki Shouto, Isabella Santos & Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou & Todoroki & Shinsou & Ed & Bella, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Ashido & Bakugou & Bella & Ed & Denki & Kirishima & Sero & Jirou & Shinsou, Bakugou Katsuki & Utsushimi Camie, Todoroki Shouto & Yoarashi Inasa, Edward Elric & Utsushimi Camie, Isabella Santos & Utsushimi Camie, Edward Elric & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Bakusquad, Bakusquad Shenanigans, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku are Childhood Friends, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki, Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Partially Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Deaf Character, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, They're all insane, low key crack, but we don't talk about that, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Todoroki Shouto is a Little Shit, Kaminari Denki is a Little Shit, Edward Elric Is A Little Shit, Alphonse Elric is a little shit, Isabella Santos Is A Little Shit, featuring eds anger issues, featuring eds awful people skills, featuring bakugous anger issues, featuring bellas nonexistent pacience, featuring eds nonexistent pacience, Todoroki is an investigator, he tries, bella helps him anyways, i need some type of mean character, i choose ochako, sorry its just easiest with the tododeku, tokoyami and shinsou being best friends okay, they're both lowkey/highkey emo insomniacs, and speak in hiakus, ed is an emo little shit, bella promises shes not emo, and that she just likes black, no backstory for you, guess and fill the blanks, Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, you can fight me on this, Shinsou Hitoshi is in the Bakusquad, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, because he's stupid and an idiot but that doesn't mean he isn't smart, cause ed and bella are idiots too, but they're still really good at science, SO, i don't really like all might, i make it obvious, im still not over the sports festival, imma talk about bakugous quirk, imma talk about everyones quirk, i gotta make him suffer cuz i love him, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Insecure Bakugou Katsuki, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Insecure Kaminari Denki, Insecure Shinsou Hitoshi, Insecure Edward Elric, Insecure Isabella Santos, Oblivious Todoroki Shouto, neither does bella, todoroki is 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Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Sibling Relationship, they have cats, and two other teenagers, its bella and ed, todoroki stays for the cats, a lot of things are underplayed in bnha, im talking about all of it, nezu rat god surpreme, midnight almost kills bakugou, Quirk talk, cementoss is okay, he's just kinda chill, snipe respects women, so does kiri, jk he respects everyone, kirishima drinks his respect women juice, bakugou is a feminest, Class 1-A Group Chat, Class 1-A Shenanigans, they all use their baku-bella-nicknames, Kirishima Eijirou vs Shirts, Bakugou is just Insoke with explosions, that makes kirishima tanjiro, Kirishima pulls a Tanjiro, Denki is zenitsu, jirou is nezuko?, idek anymore, crack treated seiously, or just something serious treated as crack?, i wouldn't even know the difference, I Don't Even Know, ed has no idea his harem exists, they all play mario cart, bakugou and bella win most of the time, ill add more tags, no beta we die like men, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Cook, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Edward Elric Swears, Edward Elric Needs a Hug, Edward Elric Keeps Alchemy, Edward Elric vs Milk, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Isabella Santos Needs a Hug, Edward Elric is a Dork, Isabella Santos Is a Dork, Isabella Santos is a Good Cook, Cuddly Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Cuddly Edward Elric, Soft Edward Elric, Soft Isabella Santos, Cuddly Isabella Santos, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Gay Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Bakugou Katsuki Has Issues, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, BAMF Shinsou Hitoshi, BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Isabella Santos, BAMF Edward Elric, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Adopted Eri, Edward Elric Keeps Automail, Post-Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Pre-Entrance Exam Arc, Pre-U.A.

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30337686

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aurorafreerose · 4 years ago

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Don’t Be Late- Kacchako

Summary- Bakugo writes Uraraka a letter. She gets herself into more than what she can handle.

Headcanons- Bakugou’s sweat (nitroglycerin) smells like caramel + he calls her angel face (manga canon) instead of round face.

Writer’s note- I wrote this chapter listening to Borderline (single ver.) by Tame Impala, We Got Love by Teyana Taylor, and Flashing Lights by Kanye West, and encourage you to do the same!

Words: 2014

Read on Ao3!

"To: Angel Face," Ochaco started to read out loud.

Wait a minute.

"'Angel Face' ?!" sputtered Uraraka in utter bewilderment.

"Doesn't Bakugo-kun call you that, kero?" asked Tsuyu, her straight black hair tucked into a messy ponytail. "Yes, but I didn't expect him to address me like that in my note... and he made it so obvious, too..." Uraraka trailed off.

Today's assignment in class had been to write each other anonymous notes critiquing their battle abilities, with the intent of gathering constructive criticism from their peers for the next week's training sessions in USJ. It forced them all to analyze their classmates' strengths and weakness, and more importantly, gave them rudimentary, short-term goals to focus on. They were supposed to be anonymous, because- how did Aizawa-sensei put it- "I don't want you spending your time worrying about the implications of your classmates' notes. You'll be assigned a random pair, because I don't trust you to pick. The point of this exercise is to gather feedback, not a free-for-all in which you trade personal opinions with each other. That's why you aren't going to put your names on there, and don't even think about writing something unrelated. I assure you that if anyone does- he'd narrowed his eyes at them- they'll have to deal with me personally."

Ochaco shuddered as she recalled Aizawa-sensei's frightening aura emanating the room earlier that day.

"And don't even think about writing something rude or thoughtless- I'm looking at you, Bakugo and Kirishima-" she remembered Bakugo had replied with a dismissive "Tch" and reclined his head back as if he didn't have a care in the world. He'd kicked his legs up on the seat in front of him- which coincidentally, belonged to a highly affronted Iida, which had made Aizawa-sensei so irritated that he gave Bakugo his signature death stare for thirty seconds before Bakugo finally gave up on their standoff and sat down like a normal person. A small smile graced her lips as she sat remembering the day's events.

She realized that Bakugo was probably the only person who was confident enough - or maybe careless - to pay no heed to their teacher's warning. But why would he go through the trouble of risking house arrest just to address her-

"Keep reading, Uraraka!" prompted Mina, leaning her head forward.

"Oh- right! Sorry, girls!" Uraraka replied bashfully, unconsciously raising her four fingers to her neck as she realized she'd momentarily gotten lost in her thoughts. The chattery group were all seated in the common area, with Tsuyu on her left, Hagakure and Momo on the couch directly opposite theirs, Jirou in an armchair diagonal from her right, and Mina resting (somewhat) beside her. They'd decided to debrief the notes with each other, because really, who wouldn't want to find out who said what to who? She resumed reading the note, being careful to keep her pinkies in the air.

"Your quirk is strong."

"Ehhh? Bakugo-kun complimented you?" remarked Mina in awe. She had flopped backwards onto the couch, her head now upside-down and parallel to Ochaco's. "He almost never compliments anyone, except for maybe All Might... but I don't really know if that counts..." She lifted her arms absentmindedly and outstretched her palms, wiggling each of her fingers.

"He might have felt obligated to, since it was an official assignment and all," Momo suggested thoughtfully, nestling her head in between her thumb and her index finger.

"Well, he never complimented me, he just criticized me! You all just heard it for yourselves!" Jiro chimed in angrily, brandishing her letter around, which she'd read right before Ochaco's. "And he wasn't nice about it either, but I guess that's typical of him," she admitted.

"Go on, Uraraka-chan!" Hagakure leaned forward- you could tell because her pajama shirt shifted directions- and Ochaco assumed she had an encouraging expression on her face, although you could never be sure with her.

"In order to make the best use of it, you should continue to focus on learning martial arts."

"What does he mean by that?" Ochaco looked upward, her face set in a thoughtful expression as she let her thoughts roll off of the tip of her tongue.

"It means... you should continue to focus on learning martial arts?" Mina's head was now resting on the floor as she continued her descent down the couch, her still upside-down body making its way as her lopsided thighs, each going in a different direction, took the place of where her head had previously been next to Ochaco's head.

"I think Bakugo-kun means you should improve your fighting form. He was probably thinking about the sports festival," suggested Tsuyu, bringing her lips down to the milkshake resting comfortably in between her hands. Everyone seemed to approve of this interpretation, and they all went silent in anticipation of Uraraka's next words.

"However, there are times when you have to appear relaxed, even if it's just an act."

"That's it?" asked Momo curiously. "I thought he would have had more to say, even if they were supposed to be short."

"Yao-momo, why would he have made it longer?" said Ochaco.

"I don't know, but he went through an awful lot of trouble just to make sure you knew it was him who had written," Momo remarked.

"All right, we've spent way too much time on this note! My turn!" exclaimed Mina excitedly, who was now lying on the floor smiling and pulling out her own set of yellow paper. "See what this one says... I think it might have been Mineta, because look, it's kind of pervy, see..."

"Ahhhh..."

As the girls gathered around Mina, Ochaco wasn't really paying attention to whatever weird note they were hotly discussing. Bakugo's note was still on her mind.

There was no reason for him to reveal himself to her, but he did it anyways. Why would he do that? He didn't gain anything from it. Maybe he was bored, and decided to trip her up?

And telling her to improve her martial arts skills? That was way too vague! What was she supposed to think of that? Was he just trying to rub her loss in even more?

No, he wasn't that kind of person. As scarily competitive as he was, Bakugo was never cruel to her.

Did he want a rematch? Maybe that is what he wants. It was almost too perfect. They were training next week, and tomorrow was their free day, so if that's what he wants, it's what he'll get. I'll ask him. Even after their match at the sports festival, she wanted to improve so badly. And of course, the best person to ask was the person who gave her the advice in the first place, right?

The next time I see him, I'll ask him, she decided.

About ten minutes later, speak of the devil! Bakugo walked into the common area, wearing a black tank top that (Ochaco hated to admit it, but it was true) accentuated his already well-defined muscles nicely and blue athletic pants, a towel wrapped around his neck. Fresh from the gym his fluffy blonde hair, unruly as it always was, poked out in a multitude of different directions.

His expression was blank. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. He stared straight ahead at the floor, not bothering to glance her way. Her heart almost felt like it was sinking, but then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. She lifted herself off of the couch, gave a quick "I'll be back" to the girls, who were still avidly discussing whether or not Mineta wrote the note, and began walking Bakugo's way.

When he saw her coming, he paused the return journey to his room and sent a slight nod of acknowledgement her way. She stopped walking when she was directly in front of him. She didn't remember him being this tall, but he'd grown over time to the point where he ended up dwarfing her tinier-by-comparison frame, making her seem miniscule. She caught a whiff of burnt caramel emanating from him, but quickly forgot about it as his red eyes narrowed at her.

"What do you want, Angel Face?"

He sounded impatient. She noticed his voice seemed softer compared to his usual growl, but it was clear he wasn't paying her much attention.

"I was thinking about the sports festival-"

"And?" He cut her off with no regard to what she was saying, overly eager to finish their conversation. It was obvious how much he wanted to head upstairs, even though it was only 8:00.

Ochaco rolled her eyes in annoyance. Could he please, at least give her the luxury of finishing her sentences?

Creasing her brow, she asked, "Do you want to spar together tomorrow? It's a free day, after all."

He raised his eyebrows at her, finally showing some engagement with what she was asking him.

Crossing his arms, he asked, "What's in it for me?"

"Huh?"

"What do I get out of it? I'm not wasting my free time fucking you up for no good reason."

Ochaco couldn't stop the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"Practice. Experience. Well, I wanted to continue focusing on learning martial arts, and anyways, I'm curious to see how our quirks interact more." She hated herself for referencing his note, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

Bakugo made direct eye contact with her. It was as if a silent agreement had been made between them as his red pupils locked on target to a pair of brown ones. The intensity behind his eyes flickered, almost scaring her with his ferocity; it was off-putting, the way he radiated sheer dominance, utter power, in all aspects, and it was reaching at her, occupying all of her thoughts. It had only been a few seconds, but he'd still managed to effect her so dramatically in such a short span of time.

What was he doing to her?

"...Fine," he spat, now irritated. He really did hate being held to his word. "But let's make this clear. We're not fuckin' hanging out or whatever the fuck you and shitty Deku do, he snarled, placing a disgusted emphasis on his name. "We're just practicing."

Bakugo clearly wasn't expecting her to take his advice this particular way.

"Right. Just practicing. Got it."

Ochaco didn't understand this new, burgeoning feeling that was beginning to spread throughout her chest. It began to permeate her lungs, her breathing becoming sharp and more ragged; she was taking in much more air than she was before. For some strange reason, her heart was beating faster than it was a minute ago, and adrenaline was pumping through her veins, making her awfully tense...

Why was Bakugo Katsuki making her nervous?

"Just meet me right here at 10:45, sharp. Don't be late, cheeks."

Before she had time to respond, he was turning on his heel and walking away, leaving her free to return to her still-gossiping friends.

It was just nerves, she reassured herself on the way back. Anyone would be nervous talking to Bakugo. Anyone. He was notorious for evoking similar reactions. You couldn't blame her for her reaction. Just nerves, she repeated, ignoring the small handful of doubts in the back of her head.

Uraraka couldn't sleep. Her arms splayed across both bedsides, her heavy-lidded eyes were glassily staring at the ceiling as she busied herself with counting sheep. Slowly but surely, the sheep's coats began to get increasingly blonder and fluffier, until she was counting a horde of angry little Baku-sheep.

"Pffft!"

She didn't recall it at first, but now that she thought about the last time she saw him, she swore she remembered the tiniest blush on Bakugo's face right before he turned away.

Bakugo Katsuki, the angriest, loudest, most volatile person she knew? But why?

She realized what Bakugo was probably thinking to himself as he was writing her that note.

"However, there are times when you have to appear tough, even if it's just an act."

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batz-insonne · 5 years ago

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Class 1-A head canon sexualities that I know probably aren't Canon

Yuuga Aoyama: Asexual + Aromantic

I see Aoyama to not really be interested with others and more so focused on himself and getting better with his studies, I think he's better with self appreciation then anything-

Mina Ashido; Pansexual

Its probably because I associated her with the pansexual flag at first when I saw the anime, but I think she'd like someone more for how she feels around them and how they handle life and common things more then focusing on their gender, and I'd think she'd wanna get to know them a little more before she'd lock em down so she can vibe with them better

Tsuyu Asui; Demisexual Biromantic

I feel like it takes longer for Tsu to open up more to people, especially sense I find her the most unknown to me and harder to read, but if she did get a relationship I think she would really care for the most part sense she finds both guys and gals nice to look at occasionally

Tenya Iida; Straight as a wooden ruler

I do like the idea of some of the ships I've seen him in with some boys, but he appears on the more straight side of things, and I feel like he'd love to have amazing kids and a wife, but I still think he'd be very supportive!

Ochako Uraraka; Question mark

Okay, here's my thing- I feel like shes questioning it for the most part, I think she likes guys for the majority but if she sees the occasional attractive girl she can't help but panic and accidentally make herself float while trying to shield eye contact and/or hiding her face, but she doesn't really know what to call it

Mashirao Ojiro; Straight but questioned on it

I think he's as straight as Iida, but he would get questioned on it a bit too often for his liking, but he doesn't really care sense he knows what he likes, and he doesn't care what others like either

Denki Kaminari; Bisexual

Memes are neat, girls are hot, guys are hot too- I think he's more of the chaotic ones who's in a constant state of energy and has no clue what to do in life anymore and has given up on controlling it, which I feel like most bisexual people feel if I'm being honest

Eijiro Kirishima; "Is this a boyfriend?" Aka gay

I feel as if he's a bro and everyone will think he's as straight as a pole for months until he has a gay crisis over a manly man, his only weakness

Kouji kouda; Asexual Panromantic

I see him as just a cinnamon roll who just wants pet friends forever, but he wouldn't object to sharing time with another person no matter what their gender is, he's content with them if they're nice enough

Rikidou Satou; Asexual fancy steel ruler

I feel like he wouldn't be interested in sexual activity but he will definitely shower his wife with love and affection each day and make her amazing food, mostly liking the romance side of things

Mezou Shouji; straight as a wooden ruler #3

I think he's more of a bro and chill dude that wouldn't chase love, but if he meets an attractive girl with a nice personality I think he'd definitely try to swoon her the best he can

Kyouka Jirou; hello, good Bi

I think Jirou would go for either of them as long as they could listen to nice beats with her, but I feel like she'd prefer a gal pal more so sense she finds them more mature on average and she don't have time for no games

Hanta Sero; I put the Bi in bi-directional tape

Chaotic Bisexual on the loose with Denki, he likes girls a little more but when he sees a nice guy he's going to be smitten as soon as physically capable

Fumikage Tokoyami; What's love? Never heard of her.

I feel like he's definitely more ace+aro and enjoys being alone with dark shadow a lot more then being with humans, and he's perfectly okay with it

Shouto Todoroki; Question mark 2.0

I feel like he's never had a crush before and he's too oblivious at those feelings to know until he finds himself needing to talk to someone about it weeks into feeling it, the people him liking though is more random then anything

Tooru Hagakure; Straight

I feel she'd get a lot of crushes on guys and practically be boy crazy, but she's really accepting of any guys who are gay or attracted to guys more so she'd compliment them but not thirst over them

Katsuki Bakugou; "I'll kill you all but that stupid rock" Aka Gay

He hates literally everyone, tries to kill two, and then there's the shark rock- if he's to love anyone I'd guess a dude

Izuku Midoriya; Bisexual

I feel like sense it wasn't until high school he had proper relationships that he just grew to keep options open for friends and love interests

Minoru Mineta; heterosexual snake

This, I feel like, is most obvious due to things we've seen of him, most of the things I've seen is just him being hormonal to the point of attempting to spy constantly. I also sadly feel like if he learned someone was gay he'd exploit it as much as possible and avoid them because of how I feel like he'd see it, but he's probably redeemable if he cleans up a lot

Momo Yaoyorozu; lesbian.

I feel like she's more inclined to get flustered about girls more so then any guy, and if a guy did do so it's probably over an embarrassing factor and not because she thinks they're pretty

This is it, on students anyways, non of this is canon most likely

#kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #mha headcanons #sexualities #mha izuku #not canon #bnha crack #kamisero #kamishin #ah shit here we go again

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trashfor-imagines · 5 years ago

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If There’s Light There’s Hope | 4

Bakugou x Fem!Reader (BNHA)

Summary: U.A. High School was your dream. You wanted to save people. You never expected how wild your journey would be and you certainly never expected a hot headed boy to play as large of a role as he would. Warnings: Swearing, angst.

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That question echoed through your mind. Why had you tried to save him? The easiest answer was wanting a rematch. It was clearly more than that with how you reacted to him. Should you tell him a half truth? Should you say anything at all? Honesty was the best policy though. You just had to figure out how to use words to describe your feelings. Your face was on fire, your head downcast to stare at your carpet as you managed your inner turmoil. Your palms felt like they were on fire against his chest. Why wouldn’t he just let go of your hands?

Taking a deep breath, you let it all out. Every feeling you had kept to yourself came tumbling from your lips. “The easiest answer is you still owe me real fight, but I... That’s not all.... I-I couldn’t not fight for you. It’s selfish, but... I knew that if those villains succeeded, I’d lose out on so much. If you became a villain... I’d lose out on getting to know you and fighting along side you. You’d be my enemy then. And then I realized that wasn’t you. You weren’t someone easily swayed. You’re meant to be a Pro-Hero; I can just feel it. That’s when I realized if I didn’t try to save you I’d be... The League would have... You’d be... It’d be the end to so many things that could have happened!”

Arms wrapped tightly around you as your face was pressed to his chest, breaking you from your spiraling thoughts of his could-have-been death.

“After tonight, you won’t have to cry because of me, (Y/N). And if anything makes you want to cry you better tell me and I’ll kick its ass. You got that?” His hold around you tightened soothingly. “So don’t cry anymore, ok?”

You hadn’t realized your body trembling, or the tears pooling down your face as you confessed your feelings through sobs. This continued a bit longer until you’d cried your fair share, your body tired from that emotional release. He helped you to your feet and put you to bed right after.

“We’ll talk later,” he said as he left, glancing back before closing your door.

There were no warnings given to keep your mouth shut about tonight, or expressions that he’d kill you if you told anyone what was said or done. You realized he trusted you and that was enough to leave a smile on your face as you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up late and found yourself rushing to get ready. It took forever to tame the puffiness around your eyes from crying. You meant to pack your lunch after studying last night, but that clearly didn’t happen. Part of you was thankful for waking up late. It stopped you from overthinking about every little thing from last night. Glancing at your watch, you shoved a slice of plain white bread into your mouth and quickly rushed out the 1-A dorm, passing some students from other classes who seemed to be committed to being late.

As you exited the building you were suddenly yanked back by a hand on your wrist, stopping you. Turning back, you felt your face flush. Bakugou pushed himself off the wall, his hand slipping down from your wrist to hold your hand, sending a sensation up your arm and throughout the rest of your body.

“Took you long enough.”

It was silent between the two of you as you walked to class, your eyes downcast trying to ignore your blushing cheeks. Glancing up, you noticed several students staring at you and whispering. You felt yourself go stiff, becoming extremely self conscious.

Bakugou squeezed your hand once and spoke confidently as he looked ahead with his head held high. “Just relax. If you don’t want this you can let go at any time.”

Thoughts raced as you analyzed his words. You gave his hand a small squeeze in return, smiling faintly. Any worries or doubts left you by the time you made the five minute walk to campus. It wasn’t until you walked into class, still holding hands, did you suddenly feel the weight of the situation, noticing everyone’s shocked and surprised expressions. Mineta and Kaminari seemed full out devastated. Bakugou walked you to your seat before walking back to his own, just in time for Eraserhead to begin homeroom. You used to hate sitting alone at the very back of class, but now you were thankful, able to avoid almost everyone’s gaze. It was short lived, however, when you watched in horror as Eraserhead merely told the class to keep it down and he’d see you all again for P.E. at the end of the day, zipping himself up in a sleeping bag and sliding under the teacher’s desk.

As if on queue, the girls quickly swarmed, eyes bright and shiny, expecting you to speak. Just past Yaoyarozu and through Hagakure, you caught a glimpse of Kirishima and Kaminari trying to get Bakugou to talk, the other boys keeping enough distance so that they could hopefully eavesdrop.

“Momo was right!” Hagakure whispered excited.

“Of course I was! It was really just a guess though,” Yaoyarozu admitted smiling.

Ashido leaned in closely, pouting, making you sit up straighter to avoid your heads from colliding. “But didn’t you call us crazy?”

“I always thought you and Todoroki might have made a great match,” Uraraka wondered aloud, the girls agreeing in unison. “I mean, you two have probably spent the most time together.”

“The two boys are very different aren’t they,” Yaoyarozu mused. “What’s Bakugou like as a boyfriend?”

“Hey what’s with that twinkle in your eye?” you questioned her, your face lighting up for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 24 hours. “Look I... Todoroki’s just a friend and I think it’s pretty obvious he’s got things other than dating on his mind. As far as Bakugou, I’m not even sure if we’re dating. He just held my hand and walked me to school this morning. If you want to know what we are you should ask him, then come back and tell me so I know too.”

The girls’ expressions fell, disappointed in the lack of juicy gossip and possibly pitying you.

“It’s going to be ok (Y/N).” Jirou offered encouraging words before the girls slowly went back to their desks, Yaoyarozu following them to chat a bit more.

Asui turned to Uraraka, “I was really hoping for a romantic story.”

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to stop the burn in your cheeks. Opening your eyes, your gaze fell onto Bakugou who had shifted to sit sideways in his seat. Though he faced straight ahead, his eyes were focused on you. You were positive your face was stained red now as you offered a smile that was more shy than confident.

When lunch time came around, you nervously caught up with the girls. They didn’t bother to pester you about Bakugou anymore between class changes so you weren’t sure if they were disinterested in you now.

“Hey girls. I didn’t pack my lunch today. Could I join you?”

“Of course (Y/N)!” Asui cheered. “Let’s hurry so we can sit at the same table.”

Lunch was more fun than you expected and you could definitely see yourself hanging out with the girls more often. It had been a while since you'd smiled and laughed so much. You left lunch early with the girls to head back to class, your conversations filled with jokes and laughter. This unknown weight you’d been carrying felt lifted off your shoulders and you felt your normal self again, confident and unshaken. Ever since encountering those villains at training camp, you lost your confidence and knew you’d been a fraction of your true self. Honestly, boys had never been a problem for you to navigate before. You had never been as shy as you were now dealing with Bakugou and his attention, but now, with your renewed sense of confidence, you were determined to be less awkward and more you.

“Oooh! (Y/N), looks like someone’s waiting on you,” Ashido teased as the girls shuffled past Bakugou and into the classroom, leaving you in the hallway. He stood there leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Hands clasped together, you stood in front of him, smiling. “I heard you’re waiting for someone.”

He scoffed, tilting his head to the side, a smirk making its way to his face. “Yeah, my girlfriend.”

Raising a brow, you felt your heart flutter. “Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Reaching forward he grabbed your school blazer, pulling you forward into his arms.

“Who says she even wants to be your girlfriend anyway? Did you even ask her? Or did you think holding her hand this morning was all you had to do?” you replied, attempting to slip from his grasp. He easily grabbed the back of your blazer’s collar, pulling you back to him.

“You want me to lay it out? I will,” he spoke seriously. “I know what I want so if I have to outright ask you it’s not a problem.”

His words were sure and there wasn’t any doubt. You smiled at his confidence and honesty. “As my boyfriend, will you walk me back to the dorms after school?”

Another hour and the class headed to the locker rooms to change into your gym uniforms. When you all arrived to the U.S.J., Aizawa began explaining what was going to happen next.

“Okay everyone. All of you tie a red ribbon to one of your limbs,” he instructed, motioning to the box of red ribbons beside him. “The goal of today’s training is to protect that ribbon you just put on. If your ribbon gets stolen, you’re out.”

Mineta raised his hand. “Who are we playing against?”

“Here come your opponents now.”

The doors opened and class 1-B entered in behind Vlad King wearing blue ribbons; the Pro-Hero smirked. “You kids ready for some tag?”

1-A quickly tied on red ribbons and were ready to go, letting out cheers.

“Finally something fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, punching into his palm.

“1-B is actively hunting 1-A. If there’s an encounter and someone from 1-A manages to grab 1-B’s blue ribbon, you’ll get bonus points on your second term finals. Alright you guys better split up. You have free reign to all of the disaster zones. Even though you should be able to handle it, simulations have been disabled as an extra safety precaution. Losers write a five page essay on evading enemies,” Aizawa droned, his eyes suddenly narrowing, “And my class should keep in mind that I do not want to grade essays.”

There was a moment of silence before everyone broke out into a run, splitting up. Bakugou threw you over his shoulder before using his quirk to propel the two of you toward the mountain zone, heading toward the top. Setting you down he smirked, proud of himself. Arms crossed over your chest, you gave him a deadpan stare before punching him in the shoulder.

“What was that for?!” he yelled, surprised.

“It’s going to take forever for someone to find us now,” you pouted, hoping you’d see action sooner than later.

He growled stalking down the mountain. “Fine. Then let’s go find one of those 1-B weaklings.”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, following right behind him. Sure, he had his rough exterior, but it was easy to see that he was the type to express himself through actions.

“What’s so funny?” he grumbled.

Smiling wider you skipped forward and closed the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around his bare upper arm. “Let’s just go kick some 1-B butt.”

It took two hours before the game finally ended. You’d gotten some cuts and bruises, but managed to keep your ribbon safe. Bakugou, however, was another story. His ribbon had gotten shredded and both teachers agreed he was out. He was so pissed he ended up blasting Monoma in the face and earned Sunday detention. Yikes.

Class 1-A won after Sero taped up and trapped the last two 1-B students, allowing you and Hagakure to steal their blue ribbons; you managed to grab 4 ribbons on your own. The last of you standing were yourself, Sero, Hagakure, Jirou, Shoji, Ojiro, and surprisingly Aoyama. The class was pretty sure there had been bets placed between Aizawa and Vlad King because even though 1-A won, Aizawa was pissed, yelling about how everyone who lost their ribbon had to write a page on why they lost.

Heading back to the locker room, you took a shower, hissing as the soap and water touched your cuts and bruises. You frowned at the injuries. Tetsutetsu had been your toughest opponent. You were lucky when Kirishima appeared when he did. The two of them took each other out simultaneously. Changing back into your uniform, you smiled at seeing Bakugou waiting for you. He carried your bag and walked with you to the dorms.

“You feel ok?” he asked, his voice low.

“I’m sore, but I’ll be fine. Tetsutetsu really got me when I was distracted,” you waved it off.

“Your leg’s bleeding, idiot,” he deadpanned. Glancing down, you cursed, seeing a thin trail of blood running from just above your knee and down the side of your calf. “I’ve got bandaids in my room. Come on.”

“Bakugou, I’m bleeding on my uniform. Let me grab something to change into first.”

“It’s fine, I’ll give you something,” he dismissed, pulling you towards the boy’s side and to his room.

After seeing the rooms of the other boys - minus Mineta’s - you never expected the scene before you. His room was relatively normal. His bed was pushed against the right side with blue, black, and white sheets and pillows, an electric fan at the foot of it. There was a dark blue rug on the floor. To the left was a desk and dresser with books and other knickknacks lying on top of the surfaces. On the walls were a few posters of the top 10 heroes, a rock band, and a calendar. It impressed you how spotless it was; you expected at least a few items of clothing lying around, but even his bed was neatly made.

“Have a seat on the bed.” He went over to his closet and pulled out a first aid kit before dragging over his computer chair and sitting. You managed to get blood on your shirt from cuts on your shoulder and back that hadn’t completely stopped as well as a stain on the edge of your skirt. Fingers crossed you could wash it out. He tended to the easier cuts on your hands and legs first. It was a bit sloppy, but it made you smile at how much effort he put into not doing an awful job. A faint blush reached his cheeks as he stared at the bloodstain below your collar.

“If you take care of my back, I can get this one,” you offered. He didn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact. You turned around on his bed, legs crisscrossed. Pulling your shirt up, you exposed your backside and shoulders to him. As his fingers gently touched your skin, your own blush creeped up on you. You stared at the poster on his wall, studying the faces of the heroes.

“I’ve got this stuff for bruises if you want. You’ve got a nasty one on your back,” he commented.

“Yeah sure,” you said, a bit absent minded. As his fingers touched your skin, you shivered, tightening your grip on your blouse.

“There, done,” he muttered. Getting up he rifled through his drawers for a shirt and shorts, tossing them beside you. “I’ll be outside if you want to change.”

Turning around, you watched as he walked outside and shut the door. You quickly made work of your clothes, cleaning up the cut on your chest and sticking on a bandaid. You used the cream he left out for your bruises, rubbing it in well to the discolored skin. Rolling the waistband of his black shorts so the length was considerably shorter, you slipped on his grey shirt, letting it swallow you up. The image of the lit bomb printed on the front made you smile. A fuse lit bomb was a pretty good description of how he wanted others to see him.

Opening the door, you smiled at him brightly. “Thanks for the clothes. I’ll get them back to you later.”

“Keep them,” he spoke simply, avoiding eye contact.

“Sure,” you nodded, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. “Well, I’m going to do laundry then get some studying done, so... See you at dinner later?”

“Yeah.” He walked past you and back into his room, pausing to add, “Wear my clothes though.”

It was cute, watching him try to keep up his casual and stoic act. Heading down to the laundry, you applied some stain remover before going to your room. Your phone went off. Apparently the girls were having a study group in a few minutes and they invited you. Getting your things, you joined the girls who greeted you happily and made room around the coffee table for you.

Things were drastically looking up. You had friends, even a boyfriend, had done quite well in a training class, gotten your provisional license, interned under Endeavor, and genuinely felt happy. For a while longer, you hoped you could hold onto this feeling.

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