#blasty!sans

[crossbackpoke-check]

find a blorbo (nhl tag game)

RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.

tagged by @bondedpairs!! when i say too many teams to count and here for the narrative um. i may not have lied. this is not an extensive list of my blorbos but in order to make it not ten thousand years long i made up the rule that i had to do it straight from memory :)

anaheim ducks: as evidenced by recent events i DO like mason mctavish and trevor zegras but i have to honor laura and mention troy terry and beloved goalie gibbie*

boston bruins: oh for sure brad marchand… can i say patrice? one of the charlies got traded but i think mcavoy is still there because gryz is gone, brandon carlo is there still i think

buffalo sabres: cozens & thompson, owen power, rasmus dahlin, ukko pekka luukkonen

calgary flames: is chris tanev still here? is markstrom still here?? noah hanifin?? as a last resort i’ll say blasty

carolina hurricanes: aho & jarvy & teuvo teravainen & brent burns is still playing maybe? i know sepe got traded

chicago hockey: the bedsy narrative is compelling but ANDREAS ATHANASIOU MY BELOVED reunited with tyler bertuzzi… that’s the real story. also i like foligno

colorado avalanche: gabe landeskog, whatever ross colton & miles wood have going on, natemac + jo, mikko

columbus blue jackets: have long been on the merzlikins train, have been swayed to the darkside of umich boys (brindley, kent johnson, fantilli, blankenburg who is now on nsh)

dallas stars: seggy! mush! roope + miro and otter and robo and wyjo (rip ty dellandrea) and harls! etc.

detroit red wings: MOST players. dilly larks, moritz seider, jv, raymond, rasmussen, kitty, lyon, etc except for k*ne

edmonton oilers: mcdrai, ofc. nugent-hopkins, nursey, rip vinny & skinny

florida panthers: tkachuk, reinhardt, sasha barkov, verhaeghe (is there still?)

los angeles kings: adrian kempe… kevin fiala… danault… quinton byfield & alex turcotte

minnesota wild: kirill, marat, fleury, brodes, fabes, boldy, moose, middsy, spurge… god’s perfect idiots

montreal canadiens: going out on a limb here to say martin st. louis but also xhekaj (both), slafkovský, suzuki, my austrian reinbacher, yes fine cole caufield

nashville predators: MOST BEAUTIFUL D PAIR IN THE WORLD GRADY SKJEI AND ROMAN JOSI!! juuse, evangelista, isn’t stamkos there and also someone else who absolutely should not be

new jersey devils: nico… tuna (tatar), dawson mercer, siegenthaler, dougie hamilton, yes the hugheses whatever

new york islanders: barzy, zeeker & marty, anders lee, noah dobson lol

new york rangers: mika & chris, lafrenière & k’andre, shesterkin

philadelphia flyers: frosty & beezer and tk and sanny and the new baby michkov and coots and scooty loots and foerster etc etc. you know the Guys

pittsburgh penguins: the two headed monster but also compelled by rutger mcgroarty, and kevin hayes was there!!!

ottawa senators: timmy stü & brady! josh norris! the evolution of shane pinto! ullmark now and brännström and claude giroux and chabot

san jose sharks: ekky, thrun, mario, borde, logan couture, shakir, that other vaguely blond rookie

seattle kraken: brandon tanev, andre burakovsky! grubauer & d’accord also

st. louis blues: jordan kyrou, nathan walker (is still there?), rob thomas? is parayako still there?

tampa bay lightning: hedman, point, they dumped so many guys after the cup run… is kucherov still there or is he in nashville?? anthony cirelli (notable for being made out with by pat maroon)

toronto maple leafs: mitch, jt, willy, alex nylander, kniesy, dewar, et

utah hockey: crouse, keller, tuba

vancouver canucks: quinn, brock, petey, jt, garly, höggy, i want to say dakota johnson, elias lindholm?

vegas golden knights: brandon montour is here now… alex pietrangelo, so sorry to one i can’t remember who loves the lions it will come back to me

washington capitals: full of love and stupidity. oshie, nicke/ovi, pierre-luc dubois, dowd, vrána, milano

winnipeg jets: adam lowry!! josh morissey and kc and morgan barron, also vladdy my beloved

tagging @stillfertile + @colap1nto + @songsandswords + @moregraceful if they haven’t done it yet, i know they follow at least a couple teams. if anybody else wants to play i love adopting blorbos!!

[undertalethingems]

What would happen if Paps and Sans were shopping when Frisk, Toriel, Undne and Alphys arrived at their house? Would Frisk be a goner or would Flowey save the day yet again, perhaps one or both of the blasties encounter the man himself.

All I can say is stay tuned... :>

[grailfinders]

FGO Santa Lineup!

thanks to the anime nonsense that is Fate Grand Order, we've now got enough Santa builds kicking around that you could play as a full party of Kris Kringles!

you certainly wouldn't be hurting for healing, that's for sure. with Santa Alter taking most of her levels in the most busted cleric subclass to exist, she has access to the best healing in the game, on top of her suite of powerful debuffs to make fights even easier. of course, even the most offensively focused Santa Claus can hand out a present or two in a pinch.

of course, even better than healing would be to have a Face character, someone who can talk the party out of fights entirely. that's where Jeanne d'Arc Alter Santa Lily shines. turns out making a cute kid Santa Claus makes for a very persuasive build. outside of that, she's generally well-rounded, as you'd expect from such a studious Santa.

as you may have noticed, so far this party doesn't really have many damage dealers yet- that'll change with the last couple of santas, starting with Attila the San(ta)! this build focuses on big blasty lasers, but she's also got some skills with a candy cane to make children wish they hadn't been naughty this year.

if you really want to focus on locking down a small area, say, a wrestling ring, there's no better Santa for the job than Quetzalcoatl (Samba)! yes, her entire Santa tenure is based on a misunderstanding, but you have to respect the spirit she brings to the table. and also the giant, living present she uses to crush people to death.

if you want some melee madness this Christmas, but feel hanging out in a wrestling ring is a little to restrictive, we've still got the newest Santa on the block for you! Karna (Santa) is just what you're looking for, bringing the magic of boxing day a day early to deliver some stunning knockouts! and presents, of course.

[nightmare-okami95]

Pet versión femenina

[deadaccbyalex]

Draw some of my friendpais sanses XD

Ice! Sans: @reyindee Space! Sans: @iwel-san Paper grane and decans sans: @little-noko Internet!sans: me Melon!sans: @missladytale Sui!sans: @nebufi Sugar!sans: @sugartalesans

Blasty!sans: @shirochiidesu Flower!sans: @blue-sans

[pudimsuki]

Bakugou + pool + nsfw☺️

Pool fingering | Bakugou x reader

Hi, hope you like it ❤

Warnings: NSFW (18+ content), fingering, public place, jealousy, swearing cause it's our blasty boy, haha.

You knew you shouldn't test your luck with your hotheaded boyfriend. Of course you knew. But you did that? Well…

You’ve been teasing him all morning. Class 3-A went for a day off at the pool, planned by Kaminari and Mina, and you decided it would be a great idea to mess with your explosive lover.

First was the too-small bikini you decided to wear. Then you didn't pay much attention to him. Bakugou hates it when you don't pay attention to him. And to complete the package, you were spending way too much time with the other boys, even offering to put sunscreen on them.

Bakugou was fuming. You could tell even with your back turned to him. The way he threw daggers with his gaze at you wasn't the slightest bit subtle. The only reason he still hadn't done anything was his enormous pride, but to say jealousy wasn’t eating him alive would be a big fat lie.

He knew you were doing that on purpose. Oh, he fucking knew.

The way you bowed when talking to Kaminari, or the way you rubbed Kirishima's chest “oh so innocently” when you said he was getting stronger with his new training routine, being especially louder to make sure he would hear it.

He was getting tired of that little game you were playing. But it's when you went to that half and half bastard that he loses his shit.

“Todoroki-san, can you help me put on sunscreen? I can’t reach my lower back.”

The heterochromatic boy blinked at your question, surprised by the sudden request, but as soon as he held the bottle, Mina appeared at your side, whispering in your ear:

"Hope you know what you're doing, cause here comes the bomb."

Before you could react or respond, you felt your arm being gripped by a hand you knew all too well. Bakugou squeezed your arm, pulling you away from a stoic Todoroki who still held the filter in his hands.

“The fuck are you doing?” He growled in your ear.

You turned to face him, battering your eyelashes. “Nothing, Katsu.”

“Don’t play dumb now.” He said, red eyes burning yours. “You’re coming with me.”

You felt a shiver go up your spine, but chose to keep the facade.

“But Katsuki, I wanna swim.”

“I don’t care.”

You pout. “I wanna go to the pool.”

His jaw clenched at your behavior; you were walking on thin ice with him.

“And besides”, you proceed. “Everyone’s here, we can’t just leave now.”

He knit his brows, annoyed, but after a few seconds of deliberation, a mischievous smile came to his lips.

“You wanna go to the pool?”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, you knew where that smile came from. “Uh, I guess so.”

“Great, then we go to the pool. You've spent way too much time with these extras.” You blinked, surprised at how easy it was to convince him, but followed him as he led you to one of the corners of the bluish pool.

The cold water was a balm for the hot summer day, and you felt every pore in your body quickly getting used to the change in temperature.

"Hey man, are you going to play?" Kirishima yelled at Bakugou, raising a water polo ball.

"Nah, I'm fine. I’ll play the next round."

Kirishima just shrugged "All right."

"Are you sure you don't want to play?" You asked, knowing your boyfriend's competitive nature.

Bakugou just wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning against the wall of the reservoir, keeping some distance from the others who were already gathering to form teams for the game.

"I have other things in mind." He spoke close to your ear, his voice showing signs of his earlier irritation.

You grinned. "Aw, Katsu. Did you get jealous? That's alright, everyone knows I'm taken."

"Oh, they know. But I think you need a little reminder."

“Yeah? And what are you planning to…” You stop mid sentence, gasping. “Katsuki, what are you doing?” You inquired, feeling him run two fingers up and down your clothed sex.

“Playing with what belongs to me. Got a problem with that?”

He rubbed harder, making you squirm your legs.

“Katsuki, not here.”

“You’re not the one making the rules here, sweetheart.” He growled, holding you in place with his strong arm, your back glued to his chest. “I think you need a little punishment for being such a fucking brat.”

With that said, you felt his hand go inside your bikini panties and moaned at the direct contact. The movement of water making you extra sensitive.

You try to pull away from him, eyes wide at your classmates who are playing absentmindedly not far away.

"Don't you dare leave here. It'll be worse if you try." His voice was angry. Oh boy, you were in serious trouble. "Now this is what's going to happen. You're going to stand here like a good girl while I play with you and you're going to control your fucking voice. Your moans are for my ears only, got it?"

You just nodded quickly, holding his arm for support. You knew there was no escape the moment Bakugou put something in his head.

You stifled a moan as you felt him circling your clit slowly.

"Tell me, how funny it was to tease me, uh?"

Bakugou squeezed your little bundle of nerves between his fingers. Hard. You whimpered, shifting your legs. “Sorry Katsu.”

"Sorry Katsu." He mocks, mimicking the tone of your voice. "I should spank your ass so everyone could see my handprints through that tiny thing you call a bikini."

Any answer you could think of caught in your throat, replaced by a loud moan as Bakugou thrust two of his thick fingers at once into your tight hole.

"Didn't I tell you to control your voice?" He ranted, knuckles deep inside of you. "Or do you want everyone to listen to you, uh? Do you want them to see you purring like a little kitten with just my fingers?"

“N-no, I don’t.” You manage to babble, even with his thrusting starting.

He pulled his fingers out almost completely and thrust them back in tightly. You bite your lip, trying not to make any noise, but he could clearly hear your muffled cries.

“(Y/n)-chan!”

Your eyes widen when you hear Ochaco's voice. For a terrifying second, you think she's aware of your "lewd acts" in the water, but the giant smile she wears makes your worries slip away. In fact, from that little distance, everybody thought he’s just being weirdly affectionate and hugging you, even though he wasn't much of a PDA man. That is, at least for the time being.

You held your boyfriend's wrist, but he pretended not to notice. Instead, he started to thrust with more vigor.

"Answer it." Bakugou ordered in your ear.

"Stop." You mumble, almost desperately.

"If you don't answer her, she'll move closer. You don't want her to see how tight you get around my fingers, do you?"

Your walls contracted involuntarily, causing Bakugou to giggle behind you.

"(Y/n)-chan?" She called again and you noticed with horror that she actually started to approach.

"Ochaco!" You said, too loud to sound normal. "H-hey."

She smiles at you, still oblivious to your boyfriend's steady hand turning you into mud. "Me and the girls are going to buy ice cream. Do you want to come?"

"Uh- I..." That could be an easy way out of the current situation. Bakugou couldn't say no in front of Uraraka, but a slight squeeze on your waist told you better not to test the waters with him. "I pass, s-sorry.”

"Oh okay." She said and you thought she was going to leave, but she frowned at you instead. "Are you okay?"

"Excellent!" Again, too loud. Bakugou chuckled softly. "I'm great."

"Oh, it's just... Your expression looks a little pained."

"Oh" you replied, self moan self surprise. "The... The water! The water is cold."

“Really? I think it’s…”

"Uraraka-san!" Mina yelled from afar. You almost closed your eyes in relief. "Let's go!"

"I’m going!" With that, she said goodbye quickly and left. You breathed, releasing the moan you had been holding back.

"Holy shit,” Bakugou laughed. “I don't know if round face is too slow or if you're just a good actress."

You, on the other hand, were too busy paying attention to the movement of his fingers to laugh.

He fastened his pace, making you close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder. You whimpered when you felt him hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Katsu, please.”

“What?” He asks above you. “You're gonna cum, princess?”

He could feel you were close, your walls tightening around the double digits. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach.

“Tell me who do you belong to.”

“You, Katsuki. I’m yours.” you cried, not really caring with anything but the feeling of his digits right now. You hoped that the loud laughter and shouts of your friends as they played covered your voice.

“Good girl.” He said, voice deep. You could feel his hard cock pressing your ass behind the fabric of both your bathing suits.

You didn’t last longer. Bakugou was quick to cover your mouth with his hand when you came. The noise you made would definitely have alerted someone closer. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, your juices mixing with the water.

The boys called Bakugou to play the second round, but he declined by saying he wasn't in the mood. You blinked at him, still coming back from your high, wondering what he would do now, but he just kissed a spot behind your ear before whispering.

“We’re finishing this in the changing room.” He announced. “Guess It’s my turn to be pleased.”

Now, we love a jealous Bakugou, don't we?

Thank u for reading and for the support!

Angie ❤

[any comments will be answered with my main account: @angie-1306]

[tsuki-sennin]

Don don don donbura? Oh yeah, we were all fused together last week! What sorta uncharacteristic and wacky adventures will we get into THIS time? Haha! Haahhh... oh, I am not ready.

Spoilers, I guess...

-"So uh... are you guys trying to organize?"

-"You're our leader, Tarou-san! I thought we should all get up to speed."

-Awwww, they have a little plushie representing him, that's cute.

-Whose is it tho?

-Haruka seems very insistent on calling Tsubasa a pupper.

-Doggo = Doggo! It's so obvious!

-"Uhhhh, okay, sure."

-Hot, hot, hot towel!

-"Your hands seem just fine to me, Miss."

-Wow, smooth.

-Daaaaamn, Don Kaito pulls.

-Yes, they serve wine, and you can't have any. Sowwy.

-"You all fucking suck. You're a meta parody away from being the next Akiba Yellow, you're a whiny little bitch, and you're so full of hot air that I could use you to run a balloon service."

-He doesn't get a "Mister", I'm-

-"Please praise us, we're starved for affection :<"

-OHHHH THAT IS SO HARSH HOLY FUCK GLIHJLGK

-"He died before he could call me his little pogchamp the way Miho does :<"

-Pencil...

-Sonoi-san :(

-He just wants to art :(

-Pige...

-OHHHHHHH IT COMMUNICATES

-Sononi jkhlgvhkl

-Feesh :o

-Clounfeesh...

-Doggy?

-Don Clan :O

-I mean... he calls himself Don Momotaro pretty loudly, idk how you guys didn't notice

-Oooooooh, Ideon... that's a really cool name, holy shit.

-"We must kill the Funny Red Man for the sake of our dimension! I will have no regrets doing so whatsoever!"

-Oooooooh, Natsumi's a hairdresser...

-Thaaaaat's another layer to this conspiracy.

-Yeah Tsubasa, you look great :)

-"Oooooooooooh, you're a bad boy!"

-Ohhh, he was about to throw hands.

-Aaaaaaah, there's Miho-san!

-Just missed 'im!

-Wow, this lady's like... the worst lmao

-It's a housewife battle ground.

-Hitotsu-ki confirmed!

-Daaaaamn, Sonoi!

-What a legend.

-Oooooh, there he is! That funny mailman you like!

-"Human beings kinda suck, huh?"

-"Yeah..."

-I wonder...

-The companions are unionizing. Shinichi at the forefront.

-Beautiful lies...

-"Oh you're totally fine man. You kinda redeem humanity in my eyes :)"

-Ohhhh, Inoue, you're busting my balls here.

-He's even inviting him out I'm :sob:

-Oh come now, Tarou, maybe hes just a foreigner!

-Is that samba? ...Zyuden-ki?

-Don Time!

-"Hahaha!"

-Huh... the petulant overly honest madlad and the lonely histrionic widow fighting each other alone...

-OOOOOOOOOOOOH THEY SEE EACH OTHER NOW

-Oden cancelled. Damn...

-"My name... is Sonoi."

-Fuck this show, man :sob:

-Oh, we're back!

-Oh, doggy!

-"Where are the rest of you morons!?"

-"They're unionized!"

-"The fuck does that mean!?"

-Heeeeeey, Saruhara? I realize you're proving a point, but like

-WOW YOU BROKE FAST

-"Soooooooo... did we do a good job? :>"

-"Hahahahah~! Stay away from the blasty ends, my peons!"

-Robotaro Zan~!

-Epic.

-Yes Haruka, you're the leg. Leggy.

-"My fuckin' losers! Let's kick ass once more!"

-"Taste me delicious Peach Kebob!"

-Oh hi, housewife lady.

-SLASHED

-Oh my god, he gave out his weakness.

-OHHHHHH HE DEAD

-He vamoosed!

-Momotani Jirou!?

-Why is dressed like an asshole?

-Ohhhh, it's about that time, isn't it?

-For our sixth. Uhhhh, I believe his name was Don Doragoku? And he can also become Don Torabolt? Tiger and Dragon! A combination Gold and Silver! Just like Noel Takao~!

-He's got a halberd, from the looks of it. Seems like that's his changer. He's also got a little shield-y thingy, from the looks of it. Kinda reminds me of the Tajaspinner.

-Uhhhhhh, I believe I'll be seeing you next week. So... so yeah...

[qitwrites]

growing pains 

Fandom: Boku no hero academia 

There’s an absolutely atrocious, disgustingly gooey feeling curling around Bakugou’s chest.

He wonders if Recovery girl has any medicine for feels.

OR

5 times the Bakusquad tells Bakugou they love him + the one time he says it back

(AO3)

Ashido is many things. Book smart isn’t one of them.

No really, she’s got so much going for her with her dancing, her strength, her versatile quirk, her perky attitude and even her distinctive appearance, but she’s not one for the books. She doesn’t like them, and they clearly don’t like her back.

Her grades thoroughly reflect this hate-hate relationship.

Ashido tries though, she really does- even if it’s just cramming a few days before the exams, she tries to study. Yao-momo had even gone out of her way to help, but it just doesn’t do the trick. She knows she needs to get her act together and figure this out because she can’t be a hero with a failing grade, and the anxiety and fear starts taking its toll, leaving her restless and upset.

So, when Bakugou sees the pink-haired, pink-skinned pain-in-the ass sulking in the common room, he’s horrified by the words that leave his mouth-

‘Want my help?’

Ashido doesn’t even glance at him at first, choosing to stare at the wall forlornly. She slowly looks up to catch his eye, looks around, realizes that they’re all alone, snaps her eyes back to his and her jaw drops.

‘Me?’ She points a finger at herself. ‘You’ll tutor me?’

‘What did I just say dumbass?’

‘I just- BAKUBRO, THANK YOU!’

‘Shut the fuck up and get your shit. We’ve got our work cut out for us. And raccoon eyes?’

Ashido turns to look at him, eyes bright and shiny.

‘Tell anyone about this and I’ll kick your ass.’

Ashido beams. ‘It’ll be our little secret!’

To her credit, he sees her try. She’s distracted and constantly jumping up and down, too jittery to be in one place, but she also pushes herself to focus, to really absorb the material. Bakugou’s rough with her, the way he is with Kirishima, but he’s generous with the praise too, or as generous as he’s capable of being. It makes him feel all kinds of gross, disgustingly soft and gooey things when Ashido’s eyes go warm with pride when he pays her the smallest compliment.

They work hard for the two weeks leading up to the exams. Kirishima joins them for every session in addition to the stuff he does with Bakugou separately, and between the three of them, they manage to cover most of the syllabus quite thoroughly.

The day before the exam, Bakugou sees the nerves rolling off Ashido.

‘Oye!’

She flinches and turns to look at him, throwing him a sheepish smile. ‘Yes, Blasty?’

He bristles at the nickname but recognizes that there’s no malice, no intention to mock, nothing really- just a nickname meant for a friend. She isn’t provoking him- she’s just nervous and falling back on old, comfortable habits.

He grunts, ‘You nervous?’

Ashido chuckles. ‘Course I am! Don’t wanna let you down, you know?’

Bakugou smacks her lightly on the head with a roll of practice sheets.

‘Who do you think tutored you? Don’t underestimate our sessions. Get in there and fucking obliterate those stupid tests.’

Ashido’s smile grows more confident, and she gives him a huge thumbs up, bumps hips with Kirishima and jogs over to her seat. The bell rings, and the exams begin.

The tests are not bad. Bakugou notes that a good majority of the papers contain material that he’s covered with the two properly, and works his way through the problems, the equations, the literature, all of it. In the very back of his mind, in a place he barely refuses to acknowledge, he hopes that they’re doing ok.

A week after their final exams, Bakugou is walking back from the training centre when he sees a ball of pink approaching him at an alarming speed.

‘BAKUBRO!’ Mina hollers, arms raised over her head as she outright sprints at him.

Bakugou furrows his brow, chest expanding as he gets ready to yell at her when she interrupts him-

‘I passed EVERYTHING!’ Her smile is humungous, wide and warm and genuine to its core. ‘AND I ACTUALLY DID WELL!’

Bakugou doesn’t even realize he’s smiling back, that feral, triumphant grin he has when he beats someone during training or takes down a villain. He’s proud of himself, and he realizes, with a surprising amount of acceptance, that he’s proud of her too. Really damn proud.

He’s a bit slow to realize that she hasn’t stopped barreling towards him though.

‘RACCOON EYES, DON’T YOU DA-‘

Ashido collides right into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Bakugou curses the entire way, but Ashido out-laughs him, her body shaking with joy.

‘Thank you!’ She beams down at him, pulling him into a warm hug. ‘You have no idea what this means to me.’

Bakugou wants to push her off, wants to stand up, spew out some curses and stomp away, back to his room.

But he’s also proud. He’s also happy for her. He’s also glad she did ok. That she worked hard and was determined to make him proud and that she isn’t going to get held back or expelled or something.

So, he blames it on the summer heat when he not only doesn’t push her off but rests a hand on her shoulder, gives her a quick pat, counts to 10 and THEN shoves her away.

Ashido pulls off easily enough, still laughing. She bounces back to her feet, dusts off her track pants and offers him her hand. The blonde looks at it, huffs, and takes it with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

Ashido yanks him to his feet with a strong, firm grip and her eyes go soft and warm and radiant.

‘Thanks again, Bakugou.’

‘Tch, whatever. Fuck off.’

Ashido giggles. Her phone suddenly starts ringing and she pulls it out of her pant pocket.

‘Oh, it’s my parents, I gotta take this!’ She starts walking back to the dorms. ‘Let’s go out this weekend, get some food at the mall. My treat!’

‘I don’t want to fucking do-‘

‘Bye babe. Love you!’ And with that, she’s gone, her laugh echoing around the courtyard.

There’s an absolutely atrocious, disgustingly gooey feeling curling around Bakugou’s chest.

He wonders if Recovery girl has any medicine for feels.

---

Bakugou knows for a fact that Sero is 90% memes and 10% tape.

He has no scientific evidence to back up this claim of course, but he’s definitely right.  

The thing about Sero is that the longer you spend time around him, the more you can appreciate his stupid sense of humour, his great taste in mangas, and his ability to make the people around him smile.

Bakugou hates him completely, or so he tells himself. There’s no scientific evidence to prove on the contrary either, thank god.

So, with his shitty sense of humour and his easy-going nature, it’s natural to find Sero with a smile on his face. Not the kind of sunshine happiness that Kirishima has, but more of a mellow, easy joy. His body language exudes a relaxed vibe, immediately making the people around him lower their guard, and he shares a love for healthy food with Bakugou, earning him the blonde’s begrudging respect.

Bakugou finds the tape hero sitting at the kitchen island on a Tuesday night. It’s past Bakguou’s bedtime, but he’s hungry enough to warrant a midnight snack, though he’s not expecting any company. Turns out, neither is Sero.

‘Oh, hey.’

Immediately, Bakugou’s shackles are up. Because Sero isn’t smiling. He isn’t teasing him, there’s no humorous lilt in his voice, no mischievous glint in his eyes, nothing. He’s hollow almost, his skin pale and his eyes sunken in. Even his breathing seems off, too fast and too shallow all at once.

‘What are you doing up?’ Bakugou asks, quirking a brow.

‘Could ask you the same.’

Sero is barely looking at him. He has his phone in a vice-grip, and he looks like he’s going to throw up.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

Sero jolts at that, eyes darting all across the room, and he can’t seem to look at Bakugou. Can’t seem to sit still or calm down. Bakugou can taste his anxiety, and it’s making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He feels protectiveness - strong and vicious and ridiculously overpowering - all the way in his toes.

‘Nothing, ha, I’m fine.’

‘Tapeface, I’m not fucking blind. If you don’t want to fucking talk about it, fine. Just don’t lie to my face.’

Sero finally looks at him, and he looks lost and scared and helpless. Bakugou’s never seen him like this, and the protectiveness surges.

‘I- I didn’t expect anyone to be awake. I’m not sure, you know, how to talk about it. I don’t even know what to do.’

Bakugou grunts to show him he’s listening before turning around and slowly pulling things out of the fridge. He remembers Sero’s love for fruits and soy and all things healthy and decides to make some Mapo Tofu. Not because Sero will like it or anything, the blonde just really likes Mapo Tofu, ok?

Bakugou begins the task of pulling pots and pans out of the cabinets and gets to prepping the ingredients. He keeps himself busy and fills the space with the comforting sounds and smells of food because he is an expert at being unable to talk about his feelings. To articulate his thoughts sans anger and rage and panic. And he finds that it's easier, even if only a little, to talk when the focus isn’t just on you. When there’s stuff going on, when there are other focal points. It’s less scary.

‘My mom is getting surgery.’

Bakugou pauses in his movements. He stays still long enough to indicate to Sero that he’s listening but goes back to work so the focus is still on the food, so Sero will continue to speak. His voice is uncharacteristically soft and so pained, and something in Bakugou churns horribly. He works more softly, so he can hear everything.

‘She’s had medical issues all my life, so it’s nothing unexpected. She gets surgery pretty often, but it’s never any less scary.’

Bakugou can’t even imagine what that’s like, to have a parent regularly undergo medical treatment and surgical procedures.

‘It’s the first one since I got to the dorms. I’ve never been this far away, and I can’t-‘ Sero’s voice chokes. He breathes deeply and continues ‘-I can’t calm down. I begged them to let me come home but they refused, said I need to see this UA thing through, do my own thing, all that.’

Bakugou continues to cook. The kitchen smells warm and spicy, and the sound of sizzling spices saturates the space between them, and he thinks he can sense Sero calm down a little.

‘I get it. I do. They're right and logically, I can accept that. I just. Fuck, this is horrible.’

Bakugou doesn’t offer any words of comfort or advice because what does he know? He has no idea what Sero is going through, and anything he says might sound insincere or plain insensitive. So instead, he cooks. He cooks the meat, mixes in the spices, and tastes the broth. He works fast and efficient, his movements practised. When it’s done, he plates up two bowls, and sets one in front of Sero, taking the seat next to him. Sero’s at the head of the table, so Bakugou ends up on his right.

Sero stares at the bowl and then looks up at Bakugou.

‘Mom makes me Mapo Tofu when I’m upset,’ he grumbles by way of an explanation. The blonde proceeds to douse his serving in extra chilli oil and peppercorns because he made the overall dish at a much more tolerable spice level. NOT for Sero or anything, just because. You know. For the fuck of it.

Sero stares at the bowl of food silently before picking up the spoon.

‘I haven’t told the rest because I couldn’t find a way to talk about it.’

Before Bakugou can figure out a way to respond to that, Sero continues, ‘I’m glad you know, is not so bad to have someone to talk to. Or at, I guess.’

Sero digs in, and after the first bite, his eyes light up.

‘Holy fuck,’ he breathes, ‘this is so good.’

Bakugou smirks, digging into his own bowl and humming in agreement. It’s probably the best Tofu he’s made so far.

‘Shit man,’ Sero says in between big bites, ‘I freaking love this. And you. But mostly this. But also, you. Like 65-35? Maybe 60-40.’

The blonde snorts and Sero’s grin gets wider. They eat in relative silence, with the occasional comment from Sero and the sounds of them kicking each other playfully under the table. When they’re done, Bakugou rinses the bowls in the sink and joins Sero on the couch in front of the TV. It’s gotten ridiculously late, but he doesn’t want to leave him alone.

Sero rubs the back of his neck. ‘I uh, I don’t want to go to my room right now.’

Bakugou leans over the couch, grabs two throw blankets from a bin nearby and flings the yellow one at Sero.

‘Play that cool documentary on speedcubing,’ he barks out, tucking himself under his own red blanket. Sero gives him a wide-eyed look before navigating to the right piece on Netflix. He gets comfortable under the throw, and they fall asleep to the sound of people solving Rubix cubes at inhumane speeds.

Shoji finds them like that in the morning and gently shakes them awake. Sero’s phone has a message from his parents, telling him everything’s alright, and that’s the only reason Bakugou forgives him for gathering the blonde in a big, warm hug before the sun is even up.

He crawls into his own bed 5 minutes later, and his heart feels lighter than ever.

Maybe an antacid will help with all of these stupid, horrid feels.

---

Bakugou doesn’t like people.

As a general rule of thumb, he dislikes them almost instantly. People are loud. They’re invasive, annoying, clingy, and they never smell good.

People are also cruel and selfish and use you as they please.

Bakugou doesn’t like people; until he comes to UA.

Because the people in UA are loud, invasive, annoying, clingy, and never smell great either.

But they’re kind. They’re smart, driven, capable, funny. They work hard, they play hard, and they’re mostly selfless. They don’t flock to him simply because he’s got a great quirk or something. Truth be told, they’re all pretty formidable themselves. Grossly underdeveloped and years away from being at his level, but Bakugou knows that with time, all of his classmates will reach insane heights. They wouldn’t be in UA otherwise.

So Bakugou tries. Mostly because his stupid squad won’t leave him alone, but he tries.

When people hang out in the common rooms, he’s downstairs with them. If there’s a stupid Christmas party, or it's someone’s birthday, or the class wants to go out shopping or to play in the pool, Bakugou tags along with them more often than not.

There is a compromise though. With a social battery as small and easily drained as his, it isn’t uncommon for the class to find Bakugou chilling in a corner with his headphones in, simply taking in the vibe rather than actively participating. There’s no bad blood over this though- they kinda get it. Not everyone is as friendly or as vibrant as Kirishima or Kaminari. They’re honestly just glad he’s there at all, so they do their best to make sure he’s included while letting him set his own pace.

Bakugou’s in one of his recharging phases when he spots Jirou.

The earphone jack hero is wandering around, looking a little worse for wear. There are people from both 1A and 1B milling around, talking and laughing in the common areas, and the energy in the room is almost stifling. The blonde doesn’t miss the way Jirou covers her ears at one point.

From what he can tell, Jirou is an ambivert. She enjoys the company of others often, but she’s also perfectly fine being on her own, with a book and some music to keep her company. Right now, she seems exhausted, her own social battery running dangerously low.

Bakugou catches her eye. She gives him a small wave and he sticks his tongue out at her, pulling the skin under his eye down on one side. It’s petty and dumb, but he sees her huff a laugh and slowly meander towards him. Bakugou goes back to closing his eyes and tipping his head back, enjoying the familiar texture of the common room couch and the sound of the music in his ears drowning out everything else.

He feels the couch dip next to him, close but not too close. Jirou doesn’t touch him, doesn’t bother him, doesn’t shake or poke or otherwise engage him. She just sits there, stock-still.

When his eyes slip open again, Bakugou sees that she’s got her hands in her lap and she’s mimicking his posture, comfortably seated on the couch with her head tipped back. Her signature headphones are nowhere in sight though, and her eyes are open and red.

Distantly, Bakugou wonders if she’s forgotten them. That would suck ass- he’d be lost without his own pair. And Jirou’s relationship with music is on a level no one else can fathom- it’s literally part of her DNA, her quirk, her identity.

Bakugou isn’t sure what compels him to do it- maybe it’s because they both like bugging the hell out of Kaminari. Maybe it’s because Jirou is no-nonsense when it comes to hero work, which he can respect. Maybe it’s because, beneath all the teasing and smart-ass comments, Jirou has often looked out for him, advocating for the need for personal space when the idiot brigade drains him.

Whatever the reason, Bakugou finds himself pulling out his right earbud and holding it out for her, a silent invitation.

It takes maybe 4 seconds for him to feel the bud lifted gently from his fingers. Jirou is careful to not jar his own earbud when she adjusts his in her right ear, and Bakugou moves to raise the volume a little.

It is a bit annoying, yes, to have one ear open to the noise around them, but it’s not unbearable- far from it. He’s got some reggae on right now, a genre he indulges in when he needs to calm down and just relax his body.

When he turns to look at her, Jirou’s got a smile on her lips. Her feet are tapping to the beat effortlessly, and her fingers are mapping out the tune on an invisible fretboard. She opens her eyes and looks over at Bakugou, and her smile widens, crinkling the edges of her eyes.

Thank you, she mouths, flashing him another blinding smile. It makes Bakugou huff.

‘Whatever,’ he murmurs under his breath. The look in her eyes could not be mistaken for anything else- unadulterated gratitude and a heavy dose of love.

These gooey feelings are going to give him an upset stomach, Bakugou’s calling it right now.

---

Bakugou doesn’t even notice the pattern till Kirishima points it out to him.

It goes a little something like this- Bakugou feels off during training, or maybe doesn’t do as well as he’d expected on a test or project, or something just doesn’t go right. So naturally, he’s in a piss poor mood.

The squad’s antics don’t do much for him then, doesn’t really raise his spirits or anything, and he usually goes back to his room, slamming his door shut and pacing around like a caged tiger.

And that’s when his phone rings. The caller ID reads Pikachu.

‘What the fuck do you want?’

‘Bakubrooooooooo,’ Kaminari croons, and Bakugou wants to break something.

‘Fuck of-‘

‘You ever wonder if cereal is soup?’

All the fight drains out of Bakugou, leaving only confusion in its place. ‘What?’

‘Yeah, I mean, is cereal like a sub-category of soup or something? Wouldn’t that make sense?’

‘Dunce-face, what the fuck? That doesn’t even make sense? You don’t cook cereal?’

‘Yes, but you could eat it with a soup spoon. That should count for something.’

‘I hate you. So much.’

‘Aww, love you too bro. Ok, gotta go, byee~’

Bakugou stares at his phone, shocked and confused and annoyed.

But no longer angry. No longer pacing about, no longer in a foul mood.

Another time, after a particularly bad bout of training, ending with aching forearms and snarls of frustration because he needs to get better but it’s not happening fast enough, Bakugou wants nothing more than to scream into a pillow and maybe eat some hot sauce.

Again, he gets a call from Kaminari.

‘Wha-‘

‘Do you ever just think about pizza and cry?’

‘Huh?’

‘Yeah, I mean, I think humanity reached its peak when it invented pizza, you know? And that makes me cry. Such perfection.’ He can picture Kaminari making a chef’s kiss gesture, and it pisses him off.

‘This is why you called me? Are you fucking with me?’

‘It’s really an honest question Bakubro. Don’t you ever tremble at the sheer magnificence of pizza?’

‘Delete my number.’

‘No can do. Gotta go, love you, bye!’

And again, he’s gone, just as quickly as he arrived. And again, Bakugou is left feeling baffled and miffed but no longer angry, no longer itching to scream and claw and break something.

He still eats some hot sauce though.

Kirishima is with him after one of his bad days, sitting on his bed and trying to pacify him.

‘It’s ok, it-‘

‘Shut up, Shitty hair! Fuck-‘ His hands tremble with the need to just do something, vent somehow, to break the tension in his spine. He doesn’t want to snap at Kirishima, which is why he never lets him tag along when he stomps away to his room after a bad day, but the redhead can be ridiculously caring sometimes and Bakugou doesn’t want to hurt him.

He doesn’t know what else to do though.

‘Shit, I- you need to leave, get out before I-‘

His phone rings. Pikachu, it says.

‘Dunce-‘

‘I’ve decided that, in the event of an apocalypse, you and I are teaming up together.’

‘Wha-‘

‘I know you’d much rather team up with Kirishima, cause he’s so strong and handsome and he’s your best friend, but he’ll be fine. I, on the other hand, will die immediately. So, it’s just you and me Blasty.’

‘Fuck right off, why would I-‘

‘We could name ourselves the atomic blondes.’ Kaminari suddenly makes a whooping noise. ‘Damn, that’s perfect Bakugou! I gotta print tee shirts right now, we’d look amazing.’

‘I am not wearing anything that matches you, miss me with that shit.’

‘I promise it’ll be black, and like, soft, with skull patterns or something.’

‘Fuck off.’

‘I gotta go anyway, but you’re stuck with me Bakubro. Anyway, bye, love you!’

They end the call, or rather, Kaminari cuts it before Bakugou can get an insult or two in there, and when he looks back at Kirishima, he sees a big, goofy smile on his face.

‘What?’ he grumbles, tossing his phone on his bed.

‘He does that often?’

‘What, call me and say really random, really stupid shit? Yeah, all the damn time. I need to block his ass.’

‘Kinda sweet though, huh?’

Bakugou cocks his head. ‘What’re you talking about? It’s a fucking pain.’

‘Yeah, but you don’t seem as mad anymore.’

‘I-‘ And yet again, Bakugou is disgruntled and confused and irritated at himself, for getting swept up by Kaminari’s pace, but he’s not angry. All the fight has mostly bled out of his limbs, and he feels more or less normal if only a little on edge. Nothing too difficult to deal with.

‘Son of a bitch,’ Bakugou breathes. Kirishima’s smile is a tad wider, and he scoots over on the bed, making some space for Bakugou while he pulls out his laptop, ready to load up some shitty videos.

‘Tell him about this and I will never speak to you again,’ Bakugou grumbles finally, settling in next to Kirishima, leaning most of his weight into the redhead.

He feels Kirishima’s chest rumble with laughter.

‘Your secret’s safe with me.’

Bakugou wonders if anyone’s ever tried to harness the power of feels to run turbines or some shit, because this stuff’s turning out to be overwhelmingly powerful.

---

In terms of quirk compatibility, Bakugou has found his perfect match in Kirishima.

The blonde’s quirk is perfect for offence. Granted, it’s exceptionally versatile and he can handle his own just fine, but with Kirishima, he feels invincible.

Red Riot is unmoving, unabashed, and utterly unbreakable. He knows Bakugou inside out, knows his moves, his tactics, his signals. They fight like a well-oiled machine, adjusting and improvising with ease. Fighting alongside Kirishima, alongside Red Riot, is like breathing. They almost dance around each other, and between taking down villains and conducting search and rescue, they’ve made themselves a formidable hero pair even before graduation.

So, it’s not uncommon for them to be paired up even when they’re working and interning under different heroes. They’re that good.

They’re on a mission together when things take a turn for the absolute worst.

Most of the pros are down, caught in the crossfire or too busy protecting the civilians to engage in combat. There are fires blazing everywhere, smoke congesting the air around them so much that Bakugou can barely breathe.

Riot stands next to him, breathing slightly laboured but otherwise unhurt. Bakugou has a cut on his forehead, blood running down his face, but he feels ok. Good enough to rush into battle and do his part in subduing these shitty villains.

But experience has taught him better than to run in with no plan, even when he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to rush into the action. Experience has taught him that without a moment to catch his breath and restructure the plan to achieve their goals, he’ll be doing a lot more harm than good. It’s frustrating as all hell, but he’s a hero in training. You learn this stuff on the job.

‘What do you think?’ He asks the redhead.

Kirishima straightens out his back, hands on his hips. ‘The elemental quirk user will probably be the biggest pain in the ass.’

Bakugou nods. ‘It seemed like a water quirk. We need to get her away from the buildings, away from the piping. There was also that shitty smoke user, he’s the reason the air is barely breathable.’

‘Yao-momo’s masks would’ve come so in handy right now,’ Kirishima muses with a smile.

Bakugou grunts in begrudging agreement but doesn’t comment further on it. ‘There should be three other villains, all with high-level quirks. I’m not sure which other pros will free up to help, but we have to isolate them, move them towards the construction site,’ Bakugou points somewhat East of their current location, ‘as per the plan.’

Kirishima nods in agreement and catches Bakugou’s eyes and the blonde’s breath hitches.

They don’t talk about it, but here’s the other thing- they’re probably going to get hurt, maybe even fatally. Not because they’re weak or they want to or anything, but the villains seem endless. They’re fucking strong too, and even with an army of heroes, the villains seem to come at them harder and faster the longer this battle goes on. Bakugou can feel his own stamina start to vain, and he knows Kirishima will hit his limit too, slower than the blonde but still. There will come a point when Kirishima’s skin won’t harden and Bakugou’s blasts will lower in intensity till all he can manage are sparks.

And even then, he knows they will fight with their fists and their bodies and their teeth. That’s what heroes do- they put everything on the line, for the people and for justice.

More often than not, they lose their lives for it.

Well, for what’s it worth, Bakugou could not have asked for a better partner by his side in such shitty, dire times. Kirishima’s soft smile seems to reflect his sentiments.

‘Hey, Katsuki?’

The hero code of conduct frowns upon the use of personal names in costume. You have a hero name for a reason, and it helps preserve your sense of anonymity and privacy, even if it’s pretty useless at its job.

For Kirishima to name him, and first name him at that, just goes to show how serious the situation is.

‘Yeah, Ei?’

‘Make me some hotpot when we get back, ok?’

Bakugou inhales deeply, coughs because of the stupid smoke, and his fists clench tight enough to leave crescent moons in his palms.

‘Only if I’m in the mood, Shitty Hair,’ Bakugou retorts, his voice far too soft for the King Explosion Murder hero. But that’s ok- here is only Eijirou, Katsuki, and the world burning around them. Soft is ok here.

Kirishima’s familiar belly-deep laughter gives him a boost of energy.

‘Let’s kick some ass.’

Bakugou feels, for one glorious moment, like he can take on the entire world.

They take their first few steps before Kirishima steps in front of him, blocking off his path. When he looks up to catch his eyes again, the blonde’s protests and insults die in his throat.

Kirishima’s gaze is trained on him as he slowly reaches forward and grabs Bakugou’s right forearm with his right hand, fingers digging into the muscle. It’s a firm, solid grip, reassuring and warm and so very familiar. His eyes are bright, bold, and wine-red. And they’re so full of love, brimming with the kind of affection, respect, and adoration that Bakugou never thought he’d be subjected to. Kirishima opens his mouth as if to say everything his body is already telling Bakugou.

‘I know,’ Bakugou interrupts, voice hoarse. Because he does know. The redhead is his best friend in the entire world, his person, his rock. ‘I know, Ei.’ His own fingers wrap around Kirishima’s wide forearm, gripping tight with calloused, too hot fingers.

Kirishima flashes him another soft smile past his headgear before letting go. He waits for Bakugou to catch up and they walk together, side by side, equals.

When they see the first villain, doing her best to uproot an entire building, Bakugou casts one last look at Kirishima, sees his positively feral smile, and charges with the force of a wild beast.

There are no feels there, just adrenaline, rage, and trust so thick, even concrete would crack under its weight.

---

When you’re training to be a hero, things can go wrong.

Accidents happen. People don’t move out of the way fast enough, or there’s a domino effect of some sort, or the aftershocks of one attack reaches a place it shouldn’t.

Bakugou’s switched up his training partner, choosing to train with Iida to fine-tune his aim and work with a fast-moving target. His blasts hit the mark sometimes, but not always. The gym is huge, so they aren’t really risking anyone with their training; at least, that’s how it is for a while.

But then, Bakugou takes aim and blasts at Iida, Iida dodges swiftly, the attack takes out a portion of the rock formations in the gym, and suddenly there’s a landslide headed right at Hagakure and Kaminari.

Bakugou doesn’t even think about it; his body moves before his brain catches up, and he’s suddenly in front of the two, arms raised to obliterate the debris when he realizes that a portion of the mountain had been laced with explosives for someone else’s training, and his quirk would make things exponentially worse. With the last few moments he has, Bakugou shoves Chargebolt and Invisible Girl away roughly and gets buried under the avalanche of debris.

The last thing he thinks he hears is a chorus of voices yelling Bakugou before his vision goes black.

---

And that’s what Bakugou remembers when he wakes up to white. White walls, white curtains, white sheets.

Unfortunately, the noise isn’t white. It’s annoyingly and stupidly loud.

‘There are too many of you here,’ Recovery girl says, sounding exasperated. ‘He will be fine, he just needs to regain his strength.’

‘Sensei, a whole section of a mountain fell on him, how can he just be fine?’ Jirou questions, sounding severely distressed.

‘Plus, this happened while he was saving me,’ Kaminari chips in. ‘I’m not leaving him.’

‘I have a secret healing quirk of my own,’ Ashido bullshits. ‘He’ll feel so much better when he hears my voice. I have to stay, it’ll be a crime for me to go.’

‘I can tape his wounds?’ Sero offers sheepishly.

He can hear Recovery Girl’s sigh from the other end of the room. ‘And you?’

‘He’s my person.’ Kirishima says it like it’s enough of an explanation.

Recovery Girl clicks her tongue. ‘Overdramatic, the lot of you. Play rock paper scissors or something, but I’m only allowing one of you to stay. The rest of you are going back to the dorms.’

The room bursts into noise again and Bakugou’s head feels like it’s splitting open.  

‘HOLY FUCK, SHUT UP!’ The blonde roars from his bed. ‘I LOVE YOU GUYS, BUT IF YOU DON’T STOP YELLING, I WILL BODILY THROW YOU ALL OUT THE DAMN WINDOW.’

His own yelling does more harm than good to his throbbing head, but the noises stop completely so at least it did its job.

He’s alone for a blissful second before a crowd of five idiots surroundS his bed. Kirishima’s face peers into his, smile wide and eyes crinkled around the edges.

‘Hi, how you feeling?’

‘Like someone ran me through a garbage disposal and then put me in a microwave.’

‘Such details, much prose,’ Sero quips, earning him a chop from Ashido.

‘Blasty my love, can we do anything?’

‘Yeah, shut the fuck up and let me sleep.’

Jirou squeezes his calf from the foot of the bed. ‘You gave us a real scare there.’

‘I’m fine,’ Bakugou grumbles.

‘He will be,’ Recovery Girl reiterates, pushing them away and standing next to him. ‘I’ll do another bout of healing once you’ve recovered some of your strength. You can go back to the dorms before bed.’ She turns to his classmates. ‘Only one of you.’

They look at one another and everyone but Kirishima starts shuffling away reluctantly.

Kaminari lingers behind before quickly giving Bakugou a gentle hug. ‘Thanks,’ he whispers into his ear before pulling off and following after the others. Bakugou rolls his eyes and curls onto his side, yelping when he puts some weight on his tender side.

‘Easy,’ Kirishima mumbles, easing him onto his back. When Bakugou is finally comfortable, Kirishima drags one of the chairs lined up against the wall next to the bed and plops down, exhaling. Bakugou opens a tired eye to look at him and sees Kirishima with a stupidly smug smile on his face.

‘What?’

‘You love us, huh?’

Bakugou had hoped they hadn’t caught that, even though he’d screamed it loud enough for the entire building to have heard. Apparently, a cliff falling on you doesn’t stop you from blushing.

‘Fuck off, you were hearing things,’ he says anyway, because what is Bakugou if not in full denial about so many things?

Kirishima’s laugh is loving not mocking, and he puts his hand on Bakugou’s elbow.

‘Good to have you back Kats.’ He gives it a gentle squeeze. ‘Get some rest huh? I’ll be here when you wake up.’

Bakugou gives him a weak glare, but he can’t muster enough rage and anger because the absolute worst part is, he meant it. Because apparently being a rage-filled hero in training doesn’t make one impervious to feels.

Bakugou feels so betrayed by his own thoughts and emotions.

But right as he loses consciousness, he finds himself wondering if he minds all that much and he decides he doesn’t, almost not at all. The answer doesn’t really surprise him either.

He falls asleep to a cool breeze brushing over his skin and the sound of Kirishima humming under his breath.

[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 9:

In the end it was Mina who had to take one for the "greater good" and promise to delete /all/ (and it was a lot) of her girl Kacchan pictures in order for Bakugou to agree to let them doll him up for the mall. The pink skinned girl had pouted when Bakugou made the bargain but agreed nonetheless because to hell she was missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.

"You have to let us do /and/ dress you however we want though, okay? That's the deal" Uraraka reminded and Bakugou rolled his eyes with a 'tch', crossing his arms over his chest.

"As long as you don't make me look stupid, do what you want. Let's get this over with" Bakugou grumbled and the girls squealed. Mina and Hagakure immediately started digging through their combined pile of clothing they each took from their own closets and piled up on Bakugou's bed. Mina had a bunch of animal print and vibrant, loud clothing that just screamed 'look at me' while Hagakure's was a bit more simple but still very girly and cute. Bakugou was dreading what they were going to dress him in.

Kirishima waved goodbye to the girls and they all thanked him for helping them move their things to Bakugou's dorm. Not only were they dressing him but they also brought over their own things to get ready in his room too (they were dressing in their own rooms though). There were makeup bags on his desk, straighteners and curling wands plugged in as they helped do each other's hair, etc. It looked like a disaster zone as pinky and invisible girl dug through their things and carelessly threw them on the floor as they looked for what to put on Bakugou while simultaneously also looking for an outfit for themselves.

"I'll be doing your makeup, Bakugou-san. Do you have something in mind?" Momo smiled sweetly as she sat down in front of him, placing her makeup bag on her knees. Momo by no means considered herself a makeup guru but she did know a thing or two from watching videos and practicing on herself.

"Do whatever you think will look best on me" was all the blonde said and Momo gave him a nod. Based on his facial features already, Momo didn't need to do much. His skin was flawless already so she wouldn't need to do any spot treatments for acne or blemishes. Any eye bags were close to nonexistent too. Bakugou obviously took very good care of himself. All in all, Momo didn't think Bakugou even needed any makeup to appear stunning so something minimal just to make his best features pop out would be the way to go. Momo took a cute bunny headband to push his hair back and out of the way while she applied a sheer tinted moisturizer to his face. She started off with brows then moved on to a light pink/peach eyeshadow look with a small wing. Blush and a tinted lip balm for a coral wash of color was her next move. Cherry flavored. After that all that was left was mascara to make his lashes longer and fuller and a subtle highlighter for a dewy look. His makeup was kept to a minimum to make his natural beauty pop and if it was possible Bakugou looked even prettier than before.

"Wooow" Momo heard from behind her and turned to see Mina, Ochako, Jirou, and the rest of the girls looking over Momo's shoulder at Bakugou in awe. The blonde had his eyes closed since Momo had been applying a bit of highlighter on his lids so he opened them and looked at the girls with a raised eyebrow. For once Mina had nothing to say as she just appreciated the sight of her friend looking like an angel instead of an angry pomeranian for once.

"You did good, Yaomomo" Ochako broke the silence, one side of her head straightened while the other was still curved, the straightener still in her hand. They all agreed, each asking the black haired girl if she could do their makeup next. Momo blushed a bit under the praise of her friends and of course agreed to help them with their makeup.

Bakugou took out his phone to open the front camera and look at himself. He smirked a little. "Not bad, Ponytail" he looked up. Even he knew he looked good.

Momo smiled brightly. "There honestly wasn't much to do. You're already so pretty, Bakugou-san, so I only had to do a few things" she explained.

"Oi Blasty! Look what we have for you!" Mina and Hagakure both came forward with two articles of clothing. "Try them on!"

He took them. One was white and the other pink. "Fine" he mumbled, no other choice but to agree, and went into the bathroom attached to his dorm. He got undressed quickly out of his school uniform and put on what they picked out for him. The top was a white, layed, ruffled, off the shoulder crop top. The bottoms were a pair of high waisted, wide leg magenta shorts that sort of looked like a skirt if he kept his legs together. The combination wasn't bad and as he exited the bathroom, Mina gasped, putting her hands over her mouth like the drama queen she was.

"You look so good, Bakubabe!!! Here, I got these from my room just now. I think they'll pair well with that outfit" she smiled and grabbed some tan sandals with an ankle strap and a small heel. Bakugou took them and sat down to put them on. After that all they had to do was his hair. They didn't really do much but just brush it and add some product to make it fluffy and softer (which Bakugou definitely did not make a note of to remember and buy later). Hagakure spritzed him with a sweet smelling perfume and then he was done. By that point most of the girls had picked up their things and left to change clothing except for Mina who was changing in his bathroom since all her clothes were in his room already and Jirou who was already dressed looking like every girl's e-girl dream aesthetic.

Once she was done, Mina texted the class group chat to check if everyone was ready and that they'll be meeting in the common room in ten minutes so they can head over to the mall together. "We'll see you in a bit, Bakubabeeee" Mina waved him goodbye and she and Jirou left to their own rooms. Once they were gone Bakugou laid back in his bed to rest and mentally prepare himself for the rest of the day. After eight minutes he heard a knock and went up to answer it.

"Hey are you rea- oh" Kirishima's mouth snapped shut as he just stared down at Bakugou with red cheeks and wide eyes.

"Oh?" Bakugou tsked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "That all you have to say?" The blonde was just joking but Kirishima immediately shook his head no.

"No! I mean- I.. you.. you look good. Very manly" he smiled nervously and Bakugou rolled his eyes with a snort. ‘Darn it’ Kirishima cursed himself for getting so awkward and not coming up with something better. It was like he was going back to his middle school self.

"Yeah whatever. Let's go, shitty hair" Bakugou grabbed his phone and room key card then locked the door behind him and started going to the elevator to go down to the common room with a strangely quiet Kirishima next to him. ‘What's up with him?’ he thought to himself.

Next to Bakugou, Kirishima's head was going a mile a minute. Every rom com movie he's ever watched with Mina was flashing through his mind right now and he kept imagining himself and his best buddy in the main characters' positions. Him picking Bakugou up by the waist, their hair moving in the wind while his open button up flew behind him like a cape. Him shielding Bakugou from the harsh sun while he enjoyed a popsicle snack (spicy mango is his favorite). Him tucking a flower behind Bakugou’s ear. Him kneeling down to buckle the strap on his sandal when it came loose. Glancing over at the blonde when they were in the elevator going down to the first floor, Kirishima smiled shyly but then looked away with a frown when he realized he was royally 100% screwed.

[word count: 1428]

[wonhaebunny]

y'all know how i said i'd be posting more unpublished drabbles? yeah.

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it starts with gossip amongst the girls during breaktime.

an "educational discussion", ashido had called it.

(it was fucking gossip.)

"say, who do you think is the most attractive guy in our class?" hagakure had piped up suddenly, startling everyone into silence.

yaoyorozu laughs nervously, breathing a flimsy, "i'm not sure this is appropriate-" before she's cut off by ashido's contemplative hum.

"it would be todoroki, right? i mean - look at him."

she gestures at todoroki, who freezes at the attention, cheeks bulging with the rice he's in the process of eating.

"hn?" he grunts questioningly. the girls giggle, waving him off easily.

"no, i mean other than todoroki, obviously." hagakure says. "uraraka, what do you think?"

the brown-haired girl startles at the question, flushing slightly.

"me? a-ah, i. um, i'm not sure..."

tsuyu croaks out a deadpan, "you can admit you think it's deku, kero."

this sends uraraka floating into the ceiling, blushing wildly as she stutters out weak denials.

"i'd say kirishima or kaminari, probably," ashido muses to herself.

tsuyu pipes up again with, "well, bakugou-chan isn't too bad-looking either."

the class falls silent so quickly one would think tsuyu had just dropped a bomb. everyone turns to stare at her, even bakugou (although he is more confused than anything else, having only just tuned in at the mention of his name).

and then ashido is tipping her head back and letting out an ear-splitting cackle.

"b-bakugou," she wheezes, "you think bakugou is good-looking?"

yaoyorozu, who's been staring at bakugou contemplatively since tsuyu's comment, like she's just seen him in a new light, murmurs, "no, asui-san is right. he's aesthetically quite attractive."

ashido laughs even harder at this, sending bakugou pushing back from his desk with a loud growl that has kirishima starting to rise from his own.

"you got something to say, raccoon eyes?" he snarls, and ashido snickers to herself.

"no offense to you, bakugou, but this is todoroki we're comparing to here," she says good-naturedly, and his eyes narrow immediately.

"you think that half'n'half bastard is better than me?" he asks, suddenly dangerously quiet, and deku, who's been watching the entire exchange warily, pipes up with a flimsy, "ah, ashido-san, i don't think-" only to be cut off by bakugou's cold glare.

"shut up, deku." bakugou spits, and the green-haired boy's mouth snaps shut.

ashido sidles up to the blonde and places a hand on his shoulder. he reaches up to grasp her wrist instantly, corner of his lip curling in a warning snarl.

she continues bravely, fearless in the face of imminent danger. "i'm not saying you're hideous, blasty. but let's be real, you're no shoujo prota-"

her sentence tapers off into a startled squeak as the hand grasping her wrist pulls, twisting until she's slammed back-first into the wall with a muted thud. moments later, bakugou's arm is coming up to box her in, forearm pressing against the wall next to her until their faces are inches apart.

"holy shit," sero breathes in the background. hagakure is screeching about witnessing a real-life kabedon, and deku just looks wholly weary of the situation.

ashido swallows, shrinking away only for bakugou's other hand to come up, pushing her chin up with a curled index finger.

"finish your sentence, ashido," he drawls, red eyes intense on her own and smirk devoid of all its usual bloodlust in favour of something more roguish that has her heart beating wildly in her chest.

"c-close," she bites out, widening his smirk even further in what feels like a punch to her gut. her cheeks heat at the proximity. what was she doing again? words. she's forgotten how to use them.

"i-um. yes." she mumbles, eyes flickering from his own to his arm propped up next to her head, to his collarbones, exposed by the unbuttoned top of his uniform shirt.

wow, she thinks, suddenly feeling very faint, bakugou has a really nice chest.

his index finger trails up from her chin to her cheek, before gently tucking a curl of hair behind her ear, and a strangled noise escapes her, cheeks heating up and turning a deep shade of magenta instantly.

"i wish he'd pin me to a wall like that," ashido hears kaminari mumble dreamily, followed by a sharp slapping noise and a hiss of pain.

bakugou leans even closer, head tilting slightly and eyes falling half-lidded as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips again.

"let me make something very clear," he says loftily, finger tracing down her cheek again to the corner of her lips and sending her heart jackrabbitting.

he leans in until their noses are almost touching, the scent of caramel everywhere around ashido, and catches her gaze again.

(oh, now she sees what tsuyu and yaoyorozu meant about his features being, ah, aesthetically pleasing.)

"i could smoke every single one of you losers in my sleep. icy-hot included." he whispers against her cheek, velvet smooth. he holds her gaze steady until she nods in understanding, mumbling out a hoarse, "i believe it," and then he's pushing away. he stomps back to his desk, default scowl already attached to his face again, leaving ashido pressed against the wall with wide eyes. she slides down slowly until she's sitting, face buried in her knees, and muffles a scream, a withered husk of a being.

"i'm so gay," kirishima whispers.

hagakure is practically vibrating.

and bakugou? well, his point is proved.

[ererokii]

First Date

Ochako Uraraka x Fem! Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff fluff and fluff on the top with a slight sprinkle of rejection

Synopsis: Uraraka realizes she has feelings for you and based off the other girls advice, she asks you on a date.

Word Count: 5086

This is for the loml @saltie , everyone go check her page, her art it is truly amazing <3 this was inspired by one of her pieces

Uraraka Ochako honestly can't remember how she found herself in this situation. It should've been a somewhat quiet night in the 3-A common room. One moment she found herself walking in the common room to grab a cup of water with the rest of the girls lounging around, gossiping about who knows what. Then the next she found herself being dragged forcefully by the invisible girl. Somehow, Ochako was the center of attention. 

“Sooo Uraraka! Who do you have a crush on?” The pink girl beside her cooed, nudging her side with her elbow. The other girls quieted down a bit as they waited for the brunette’s answer. 

 “What do you mean? I don't like anyone at the moment! What makes you think I like someone- cause I don't!” Uraraka said quickly, looking away as she tried to ignore the fact that her usually pink cheeks darkened with the teasing. Uraraka usually did the teasing but was never on the end of it.

“Oh come on! We all need to know who you like! You don’t need to hide it from us!”  Yaoyorozu chimed in, sitting across from them as she sipped her tea. Murmurs of agreement arose as Ochako covered her face with her hands, accidentally making herself float off the couch as Mina quickly reached up and grabbed one of her ankles to bring her back down. 

“T-the only person that knows is Midoryia!”

“WHAT?! You told Midoryia before any of us?! Ochako what the hell!” Hagakure and Mina said in unison, both throwing their arms in the air but only Mina’s were visible. 

“Maybe if you guys both sat down and stopped yelling Uraraka would tell us!” Jirou yelled over the twos yelling. “Maybe she isn’t ready to tell us!”

Both girls sat down as Mina crossed her arms over her chest, a pout evident on her face. “I’m sorry, not sorry for pushing you Uraraka. We just want to know who it is! That’s all!”

Ochako let out a defeated sigh as Asui came up from behind her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, letting out a small ribbit. “Ochako if you aren’t ready to tell us that’s okay, just know we all support you know matter what.” All the girls nodded in agreement.

“It’s not that...I want to tell you guys it’s just really important to me and I…” she trailed off and wiped the tears that she didn’t realize were there. Asui immediately wrapped her arms around her neck from behind as Mina grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently.

Ochako took in a deep breath before letting it out, clenching her hand into a fist. “I’m lesbian. And I have a crush on Y-” the door opened, cutting her off. Entering the common room was Bakugo and Y/N. 

Mina’s eyes widened as she realized what Ochako was going to say. “No way!!” she exclaimed before placing her own hands over her mouth in excitement. 

“Hey, guys sorry if I missed anything! Bakugo wanted to do some extra training so I couldn’t say no! After all, I do need the extra practice!” you said cheerfully, untwisting the cap to your water and took a swig of it.

Bakugo let out a ‘tsk’ before placing a somewhat gentle slap to your back. “Whatever Y/LN. I just need another body to beat after all. You have improved, but what can I say? You have the best teacher around.” 

“Really? I guess you are right. I should be thanking Todoroki-kun then!”

“What did you say?!”

You laughed and patted his shoulder. “Yeah yeah, whatever best teacher! Go run along you smell!”

“And you don’t?!”

“Both of you smell! Go shower already!” Mina said from her position on the couch, resting her head on her hand.

Bakugo grumbled and shoved his hand in his front pocket, the other slinging his bag over her shoulder as he walked off to go to his bedroom.

Uraraka stared at you as you interacted with Jirou. She watched the way you would move your hands as a way to express yourself while talking. The curve of your nose to the way your lips moved so smoothly while letting the words pour out. In her eyes, you were the most perfect thing she had seen. Every time you would doubt yourself, she was always there to pick you back up. There was no doubt in her mind. She wanted you.

“Ah! I have to go shower now! Don’t have too much fun without me!” You teased the girls and slipped your phone back into your bag after showing Jirou a photo. “I won’t take too long either,” you said, picking up your bag from the stool. As you glanced around the room, your eyes landed on Ochako’s form as she was staring outside the window, a longing gaze in her eyes. 

A sad smile tugged at your lips as you shook your head as if to shake the thoughts out of your head as they continued to invade your head. She doesn’t like girls, right? She had to like Izuku. They were always together so she had to have caught feelings for him right?

As if she had a sixth sense, Ochako turned her head and caught you staring at her. No one dared to move their heads. Both of you caught up in a trance in each other's eyes. Your cheeks darkened as you quickly looked away, embarrassed that she caught you. “Well I’m off bye!” you yelled quickly and immediately made your way to your room, head down the entire down. Once they knew you were out of earshot, they all flocked towards the brunette. 

“Y/N?!”

“I didn’t know that!”

“I mean if I had to guess it would have been Midoryia!”

“Well, ribbit she didn’t tell us either!”

“Let her breathe! You guys are crowding her!” Momo said but didn’t even notice she was in the front.

“Oh enough of this!” Mina groaned and grabbed Ochako by her shoulders. “When are you asking her out?!”

Her eyes widened quickly as she held her hands in front of her in defense, her whole face going red if possible. “I can’t! I don’t even know if she likes me! Let alone girls! Do you know how awkward that will make our friendship if I ask?!”

“No Ochako! Y/N likes you!” Hagakure stated as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. “Have you seen the way she stares at you? The lingering touches? How you guys are constantly with each other? Hell, I would have thought you guys were together! She has it bad for you! Do it! Because I’m positive a certain blasty boy might have feelings for her too!”

This caught her attention. Bakugo? Attitude Bakugo Katsuki? Bakugo has a crush on you?

She blinked once.

Twice.

Three times.

“He likes her too?!” The girl yelled as she grabbed a cushion, gripping on it tightly. “Out of everyone that can have a crush on her, it’s him?!”

All the other girls were shocked by two things. The sudden change in behavior on Uraraka’s behalf and the fact that Bakugo held feelings for you despite saying how he will have no distractions in becoming the number one pro hero. 

“Yes! So you better hurry and claim your woman before he swoops in and takes her off her feet for you to never see her again and then they’ll end up being happy and you’ll be alone!”

“Mina!” All the girls yelled, sending a look her way. 

“What?! I’m just being real!” She defended herself, hand-ups. 

“Yeah maybe a bit too real! Momo replied and took a seat next to Uraraka. “So you want to ask Y/N-san out? Or are you not sure of it?”

Uraraka became quiet as she thought about it. It was no doubt that she had feelings for you. The thought of taking you out on a date excited her to no end but at the same time, the fear of society not accepting lingered in the back of her head. The only problem was; Did you even like girls?

There have been times when she saw you get close to Bakugo or even Todoroki. The number of times she felt jealousy boil throughout her body as she watched you linger touches on one of them. In those moments she wished she could just speak up about her feelings for you but couldn’t.

“Yes.” She replied confidently, nodding her head “I want to ask Y/N out.”

Momo gasped and clapped her hands together in excitement. Hagakure snapped her fingers as the rest of the girls only heard the noise. “We have to help you! We can set something up cute and you can confes-“

“No no no!” Jirou cut her off with a shake of her head. “If Uraraka wants to do it, it’ll be her way!”

“If Uraraka wants to do what?”

Everyone gasped and froze as they quickly turned their heads. There you stood in nothing but shorts and an oversized t-shirt, your wet hair down as a result of finishing your shower. 

Uraraka squeaked and covered her mouth as if she let out the most important thing in the world. How long have you been standing there? Did you hear anything? Everything?

“Y/N!”

“Uh hi?” You said, questioning their sudden change in behavior. “What’s going on? What is Ochako going to do?”

It seemed as if they all communicated with their eyes, sneaking glances at each other. “Oh, nothing! I’m beat, I'm going to go to bed!” Hagakure said as she grabbed Jirou’s wrist. “Right Jirou?!”

Jirou nodded her head quickly in response to Hagakure. “Yeah! We’re going! Momo come on!” She said quickly as Momo got up. 

“Yeah sorry Y/N-San! We can talk tomorrow!” Momo exclaimed as the 3 girls quickly walked off to their dorm.

Asui let out a ribbit as she nodded, standing up. “I’m going to bed too. I’ll see you both tomorrow in the morning” she said and patted Uraraka’s shoulder before walking up to you and gave you a quick hug to which you reciprocated. “Night Tsu,” you said and let go of her.

Last was Mina. She had a grin on her face as she stretched her arms. “Well don’t be up too late either guys! I’ll see you in the morning!” she laughed and gave Uraraka a look. “Do it soon or else!” she exclaimed and skipped off after Asui who was waiting for her.

Once those two left you looked over at Ochako who looked deep in thought. “Ochako?” you questioned and walked over to her, sitting beside her. “What’s wrong? What are they talking about?”

“Huh?!” she looked up in alarm and scooted back a bit in embarrassment. “What do you mean?!”

“The others. They were saying how you’re going to ask someone something?”

She got quiet and looked down at her hands. “Y-yeah they are right about that..”

Suddenly her hands were engulfed by yours as you held them gently, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb in a soothing circular motion. “You can tell me you know. You can trust me. It’ll always stay between us”

The brunette nodded and looked up at you, her brown eyes staring into yours. “I..” she trailed off and panicked. Was she supposed to confess right here right now? She would look like a fool if you didn’t feel the same. “I like your shoes!” she blurted out.

You tilted your head to the side slightly as you looked down at your bare feet. “Ochako I’m not wearing any shoes..”

“Haha really?! Oh silly me guess I'm seeing things! I must be so tired I'm going bye!”

You watched as she walked off quickly only for her to stop moving, clenching her fist to her side. Before you could open your mouth to question her, she quickly turned on her heel and pointed a finger at you, her face burning up. “I like you! Will you go out with me on a date?!”

Silence.

The way you stared at her with your doe-like eyes and your mouth open in shock. She couldn’t bear the silence. “Say something don’t stay quiet! It’s a no huh?!”

“What?! I-I’m just shocked! Of course, I’ll go on a date with you! I like you too!”

A weight was lifted off of Ochako’s shoulders. Her scared expression changed to a happy one as a smile appeared on her face. “Really?!” She pinched her arm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming or if this wasn't was a cruel prank.

You nodded quickly as you played with the tips of your hair. “Yes really!” you said as you stood up, walking towards the girl. “I mean it, Ochako,” you said softly and kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” you said and waved at her, walking off in the direction of the stairs to go up to your room.

Uraraka stayed still, speechless. She hesitantly reached up to her cheek, placing her index and middle finger against the spot where you kissed her. “Oh my god..”

An excited squeal broke her from her thoughts. Mina and Hagakure were hiding behind a wall as Mina’s head popped out from behind. “You did it!! See?! That wasn’t hard right?!”

Uraraka, who was still speechless, just nodded her head, unable to formulate any words. “Uh-huh..” she whispered before her eyes widened. “Where do we go?! I didn’t think it through! I didn’t think it would come this far!”

“Oh calm down!” Hagakure whispered loudly and grabbed her wrist. “Mina and I will help you out! Trust us on this!”

☽✧    ✦    ✧☾

Your clock read 3:35 PM

The only thing Uraraka messaged you was to meet outside the doors at 6 PM. That meant you still had time to go train with none other than Katsuki Bakugo. Speaking of Bakugo, currently, he was outside your room, waiting for you as he had his bag in his hand. 

“Oi! Shitty woman, how long does it take to put a tank top and shorts on hah?!”

“I’ll take even longer if you keep banging on my door!”

“Whatever just hurry up!” 

You looked at yourself in the mirror while quickly putting your hair up. “You can do this. The date is not till later but..you got this.” You said and nodded confidently, grabbing your bag and swung the door open. “Jeez, I thought you would have broken down my door for taking too long. Seems that someone finally learned what patience is” you teased and shut your door, locking it. 

“Will you shut up?! We’re wasting precious time here!” He yelled and followed your figure from behind. 

“Ah yes because we all know you want time with me!” You grinned and walked into the common room. Kaminari and Sero were currently sitting at the table, looking at something on Sero’s phone. 

“Oo Bakugo you’re going out again with Y/N again huh?!”

Bakugo growled. “What’s it matter to you?! Shouldn’t you be in short circuit mode right now?! Or do you need help getting there!”

Both males sitting at the table busted out laughing, Sero hitting the table as Kaminari leaned back in his chair, almost fully tipping it over. 

Bakugo started walking over to them, clenching his hand into a fist. “You think it’s funny?! You fucking extras!! I’ll kill y-“

“You’ll kill them, we get it! Can we go now?! I got places to be!” You intervened and grabbed Bakugo by the back of his shirt, tugging him away. “All mighty lord explosion murder we’re making a move on now. Bye boys!” You said cheerfully and dragged Bakugo out of there as he kept saying curses to the others which fueled their laughter even more. 

“Let me go!” he yelled and swatted your hands away from his shirt. “Keep your hands to yourself! You’ll ruin my shirt!”

“Your shirt was shit, to begin with” you shot back and kept on walking in the direction of the training center. Bakugo let out a noise of irritation and followed you in silence. 

His heart fluttered when you were holding his shirt from behind. He would never admit it aloud to anyone else but he did have feelings for you. He felt as if you were the only one that could tame him. Kirishima was the only one who knew of Bakugo’s crush on you. Whenever he stared at you, he felt as if his own heart had a quirk of its own, always going boom boom. His most favorite memory of you is after a sparring match. An afterglow of sweat as you taunted him for more. The way your hair stuck to your face and the pink of your cheeks, the small huffs for air as you tried your best to get back on your feet. Perfection. If Katuski Bakugo had to describe you in one word, it would be perfection. After your match today he was going to do it. He was finally going to do what Kirishima said which was, ‘to man up and do the manliest thing ever’ and ask you out.

You both entered the gym in silence as you went over to the bench, placing both of your bags down. “Ready to get your ass handed to you again Bakugo?”

“I like to see you try Y/LN”

☽✧    ✦    ✧☾

You landed on the mat with a grunt as Bakugo placed a foot on your stomach. “What was that again? Ready to get your ass handed to you again Y/LN?” he recalled your words with a snarl as he took his foot off of your body. Both of you had been training relentlessly for the past 2 hours. You got up slowly and looked up to see him stretching his hand for you to grab. You smiled tiredly and grabbed onto it, letting him pull you up with a bit of force, causing you to bump into his chest. 

“Oh shit sorry Baku”

He simply shook his head and let go of you, grabbing his water bottle as he took a sip, eyeing you as you checked your phone. “It’s getting late. We should start going” you mumbled lowly and began to pack your things. Bakugo cleared his throat and put his water down. “Do you want to go get something to eat after this?”

You froze as you looked up at him. “Like..as in a date?”

He nodded and crossed his arms, puffing his chest out ever so slightly as he felt a trail of sweat slither down the side of his face. “Yeah.”

“O-oh that’s sweet of you Bakugo but I’m going somewhere with Ochako after this” 

His eye twitched faintly as his hands became more sweaty than they already were. “Pink cheeks? Where are you guys going?”

You shrugged and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “I have no idea. She said to just be ready by 6 and I still have to go shower. We can train more tomorrow. Bye Bakugo!” you exclaimed, waving to him and jogged off to leave the gym.

He gritted his teeth and growled faintly, kicking at the ground as he walked off in the direction of the gym showers. Maybe another day you will go out with him and this time without any distractions. Did you want to go out with him? 

The more he thought about the situation, the more he thought about Uraraka’s odd behavior whenever you were around. The way her pink cheeks turned a more dark pink if that was even possible, the slight stutter in her voice and the way her eyes would look your body up and down. The little voice in the back of his head knew that this was more than just a hangout. Guess he would just have to find out for himself.

☽✧    ✦    ✧☾

It didn’t take you that long for you to shower and start getting ready. The clock read 5:40 as you were almost done doing your hair. At the moment you were curling your hair with your friend, Mina Ashido sitting on the toilet seat trying her best to calm down your nerves. “You like Ochako and Ochako likes you! What’s the problem?!”

“Mina the problem is that I’ve liked this girl since the beginning of our second year! And now I'm going out with her! How can you ask that?!”

“Ah just don’t stress so much! You look good! it’ll be okay I promise and if it doesn't I’ll date you instead!” She said in a reassuring tone that didn’t sound reassuring at all. You let out a groan and unplugged the curling iron, fixing your simple curls as you stared in your reflection. You opted out to a simple yet pretty look. 

“Did Ochako tell you where we were going?”

“Yup! But it’s a surprise” 

“I hate surprises” you mumbled and flattened out your shirt. “Do you think I look good then?”

“Of course I do! And I know Ochako will too! Speaking of her, shouldn’t you be out there meeting her soon?”

You quickly looked at the clock and nodded. “Yeah soon. In like 10 minutes.. fuck I’m just so nervous I want this to go right”

Mina nodded and placed her hand on your back, moving her hand up and down in a soothing motion.  “I know Y/N! The best advice I can give is that you just be yourself and everything will be okay!”

You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, your right. Alright, I’m ready to go. Can you w-“

“Want me to walk you down? Sure! Aww, this is so cute! It makes me feel like a proud mom walking her daughter to her first date!” She squealed in excitement. 

“D-Don’t say it like that!” You stuttered and quickly grabbed your bag, taking one last look of your appearance in the mirror and nodded. “You aren’t my mom that’s weird!”

“Oh, whatever! Hurry up! You don’t want to leave your precious lady waiting!”

You felt the heat in your cheeks as you quickly turned off the lights and shut the door behind you, locking it. “Alright let’s go!” You said excitedly and looped an arm through Mina’s, both of you making your way to the common room.

Uraraka waited on the couch, tapping her fingers on her phone case as her leg bounced up and down impatiently. In a normal situation she would have been calm and collected but with this, calm and collected was out of the question.

As she waited for you, her head was filled to the brim of thoughts. What if it didn’t go well today? What if it was too awkward? What if you hated it and would never talk to her again? So many what-ifs circled her mind as she slowly started to doubt herself.

Before she could continue to doubt herself any longer, she heard footsteps approaching from the end of the room. Her head lifted quickly and stared in awe. Beautiful. 

There you stood in a simple floral tie front top and black jeans. Who knew the most simple outfit would look amazing on you?

“Y/N-San! You look amazing!” She said and stood up, looking you up and down again before looking into your eyes. 

A blush formed on the apples of your cheeks as you scratched the back of your neck. “T-thank you Ochako! You look amazing as well!”

There she was wearing a red v-neck lettuce-edged trim crop top with grey fitting jeans.

You shook your head quickly, detangling yourself from Mina. “Okay go back to your room now!”

Mina let out a laugh, gripping her stomach. “You’re funny you know that! You too have fun! But not too much fun! And don’t be out late either! I would hate it if I had to somehow bring everyone!” She grinned and pushed you two out the door. 

“Goodbye!” She yelled and shut the doors quickly.

Both of you and Ochako flinched at the sudden noise before she let out a small giggle. “I guess she wanted us out that bad. Ready to go?”

“Of course I am. Where are we going?”

“A cafe! Is that okay with you?” She asked. There was a sense of doubt in her voice 

“Anywhere with you is more than okay” you reassured her with a smile.

☽✧    ✦    ✧☾

The walk to the cafe wasn’t awkward at all. You had your doubts. But they seemed to be washed away with every minute you were with her. 

Uraraka was in line for the both of you, telling what you wanted beforehand as you found a table to sit at. 

You had your head resting on top of your palm of your hand, elbow resting on top of the table as you stared out the window, humming a tune softly. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear anything near you.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes widened faintly as you shook your head, getting yourself out of your daze before looking up at the voice. Standing there was Uraraka, who was holding both of your drinks, a concerned look on her face rather than her rather cheerful one. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. I just got lost in my thoughts while waiting for you is all”

She let out a sigh of relief, sitting across from you and placed your drink in front of you. “Good. I didn’t want to lose you so early in the date”

The heat rushed to your cheeks as your hands wrapped themselves around your drink, staring down into it. Date. Sometimes you still forgot you were on a date with her. It was still unbelievable, even with her sitting in front of you with those brown memorizing eyes staring into yours, a smile evident on her face. 

It was safe to say that both of you had a great time with each other. The two of you cracked jokes, talked about somewhat personal problems, and made fun of a certain someone in your class Mineta.

The two of you were walking in a nearby park by the cafe. Uraraka was rambling about something she learned from Midoriya as you listened attentively to her, enjoying the excitement in her voice, the way her eyes would light up when she reached her favorite part. The smile on her face was by far the best thing you could see. 

“Sounds like someone is spending a bit of time with Deku. I’m starting to think you have a crush on him instead of me” You teased her, nudging your elbow into her side. She let out a gasp, feigning a look of shock. “How did you know?! I thought you were Deku all along!”

You let out a laugh, getting closer to her. Your hand brushed against hers as both of you looked at how close your hands are. You slowly linked your pinkies together as you walked in silence to a bench, swinging your conjoined pinkies in a back and forth motion. 

“Before coming here Bakugo asked me something,” You said breaking the comfortable silence, staring at the upcoming sunset. Upon hearing the name, the brunette turned her head to you. She held your hand comfortably in her lap, fingers entwined.

“Really? What did he say?”

“He asked me out”

“..he what?”

“Katsuki asked me out before coming” you confirmed with a nod. Her grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly. “Course I said no. I only have my eyes on the person beside me though”

The hard look in her eyes that she didn’t notice was present, soften as you said those words. She smiled and cupped your cheek with her other hand, stroking the soft skin of your cheek. “You mean that..?” she trailed off in a low whisper.

“Course I did” you replied and leaned forward, resting your forehead against hers as you closed your eyes. 

Unbeknownst to the both of you, a figure in the distance was walking your way from behind. 

Bakugo had his hands stuffed inside his front pockets, a slight hunch in his posture as he kept walking closer. “Just a hangout huh..stupid raccoon eyes” he muttered in irritation, stopping beside a tree that was in earshot of both of you.

After a moment of silence, Ochako spoke up, “I do like you Y/N... I’m glad you said yes to coming with me”

You traced the outline of her face, a gentle smile gracing your features. “How could I not? I like you so much Ochako” you whispered and looked into her eyes before leaning in, shutting your eyes.

Her eyes widened faintly before shutting them, leaning in as well and met you halfway, pressing her lips gently against yours in a sweet and innocent kiss. Her lips tasted sweet. They felt soft. The flavor of her drink she had not too long ago lingered on her mouth. It felt as if your mouth was molded just for her. Just for Uraraka.

That was all he needed. He turned on his heel, kicking a rock out of his way and began to stalk his way back to the dorms. He was heartbroken, but he would not admit it out loud. As much as he hated seeing you with Pink Cheeks like that, if you were happy then he would swallow his pride and leave you alone instead of pestering you. Honestly, seeing you happy was all he wanted, whether you were dating or not. Happiness was a good look on you no matter what. You deserved to be happy, even if it was Ochako Uraraka.

As much as you wanted to feel her lips against yours forever, oxygen still existed. She was the first to pull away, panting softly as she tried to catch her breath. “Will you be my girlfriend Y/N-san?”

You nodded your head fervently. “Y-yes I will! I would love to be your girlfriend Ochako!”

The look in her eyes was to die for. She squealed in excitement as she suddenly tackled you on the bench, wrapping her arms around you. “I promise to be the best girlfriend to ever girlfriend in the entire world!”

You laughed and brushed her hair that was in your face. “I believe you! I promise to be the best girlfriend too!” 

Both of you stared at each other, a love-struck look in your gaze. This was the best decision you’ve made in a while. A choice you knew that wouldn’t have any regrets. None at all.

[the-judge-of-bones]

More headcannons 2: electric boogaloo

- Yarn’s stats are surprisingly good compared to most sans since he never had the lab accident like many of them, His stats were never affected and though he did still overwork himself quite a bit, He didn’t lose hope. He held onto it, He persevered despite all the challenges and will continue to do so long after the rest of him would have given up.

ATK: 160 Def: 160 HP: 300

LV: 5

* You think your going to have a good time

- As many realize, Yarn is a rarity amongst san’s due to the fact he has a Perseverance soul instead of an integrity soul, This also mean he’s missing many of the powers known to Sans’s and works quite a bit differently then the rest of them, it makes him unpredictable because alongside his different magic, Yarn fights differently to make up for what he’s lacking in.

- Perseverance souls are known for their soft purple coloration that is linked to a monsters willpower so their magic can be stronger or weaker depending on what they need it for though generally speaking, It leads monsters with these trait to have an aura about them that inspires other monsters to get up and keep going despite the challenge they might be facing (though this also does wonders for monsters with lesser stamina wanting to plow him), The more Perseverance souls you have grouped together, The bigger this range of affect is and the more potent it is.

- Perseverance souls are well known for their Close combat prowess (Being often equally balanced in ATK/DEF) and don’t do as well with long range opponents, They work well in groups or alone, They were feared for how well they could break down other’s defenses with their magic and even if they couldn’t break it down. Pairing a Perseverance and patience soul together was a deadly set that brought down one a many bases in the war.

- He uses his magic sometimes when he’s working at Saffron’s to impress the guests, When he’s forming an ectobody, his magic will gather around him like Shibari binding before exploding outward into his proper ectobody so for a time, It looks like of course. Shibari which excites monsters quite a bit though he can of course also use his magic to do actual Shibari but he’s been waiting for a good time to reveal this at the bar since he needs a willing participant.

- Yarn practiced his magic when he was younger under muffet’s tutelage because of her potent perseverance soul and he’s still friends with his old teacher (As he lived with her for threeish years with a itty bitty baby papyrus after the death of their parents), This is why his magic so often takes on the form of threads. Wrapping around and binding his opponents, Forcing people to dance along or around the strings to be able to attack him. Due to basically being adopted by the spider clan (He still considers them family to this day and will always buy spider donut or cider), He was always taught their passed down practice of Spell weaving.

Spell weaving is something technically all soul traits can learn but it’s easiest in perseverance souls and the finest, More perfected spell weaving is almost exclusive to the spider clan, Yarn can weave his own magic into items or food to give them unique magical properties but he can also borrow attacks from other monsters and weave them into an attack of his own. No matter if it’s from another skeleton, a elemental or what have you which mixes the stats of it’s original attacker in with Yarn’s own stats. Spell weaving also extends to protection spells, Much like the barrier was crafted. Yarn can weave barriers around himself and other monsters though it takes a lot of magic and focus to maintain a barrier around (And that’s if the barrier is stationary) so if he’s not being supplied magic by other monsters in the barrier, He eventually will collapse and the barrier will fade away.

- Yarn can’t shortcut, Can’t summon gaster blasters and can’t use blue magic at all so no throwing people around or picking them up, he won’t pop in and out of random places and of course. No big blasties, Yarn however, Can still wrap his threads around a soul (Which he usually refrains from doing out of respect and caution) and he’ll squeeze said soul until it pops from the pressure which is how he does his judge duty. Yarn is as fast as regular sans but instead of dodging every hit, He’ll actually take a hit or two to get in close to whoever is attacking them and absolutely beat the crap out of them. Instead uses his dodging skills to duck and weave around attacks at close range.

[gabelandescrocs]

flames, blues, sharks

calgary flames: favourite national team? 

Ooh okay so I dont really pay much attention to international comps but I'd like to say Team Canada (2014) im fairly new to hockey(like i literally just started being a fan at the start of the year) but i did watch some of their games on youtube and I just think that whole roster was 🔥🔥🔥

saint louis blues: best jersey? 

OKAY HEAR ME OUT, idk why people hate the stars black out jerseys when they literally have those abominable snowman jerseys that are just 🖓. those blasty pads Rittich had made WERE SO FUCKING COOL. Its a shame we'll mever see those again (sorry flames fans. here have a hug ♡) and last but definitely not the least, YOUR. VEGAS. GOLDEN. KNIGHTS. oh my god like BROOOOO the red was such a great choice. im glad they went with this logo. I love looking at these jerseys so much

san jose sharks: favourite first overall pick? 

Okay this one was hard bcs as I mentioned, i havent been around here for a long period of time so I may not know a lot of shit. So what i did do is use ye ole Google and look at the list of first overall picks, and by far the man that stands out most to me is Marc-Andre Fleury. Yes, its a bit bias bcs I am a pens & knights fan but this man has been performing his absolute best this season. He has been the backbone for the Knights ever since the franchise started and to be a first round pick as a goalie?? thats pretty fucking cool. He's been doing crazy saves for a guy thats 36 years old. I hope he gets to raise the cup again soon and this guy is definitely going to be the most praised and most memorable hall of famer in the future

hockey team ask meme

[nightmare-okami95]

Estaba aburrida y me puse a pensar ya que en todos lados andan con esta cosa de el Mario bros lo de la corinita se me vino a la mente hacerlo con mi pet xD jejejejejej y pos ahí quedo

[liebegott]

365 Days. | Joe Liebgott.

inspired by a prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers​

feel free to send me a request!

pairing: joe liebgott x fem!reader

wc: 1k

synopsis: joe can’t sleep so he takes you out over a hill to talk about stuff! 

a/n: i am definitely not a writer and this is probably the first thing i’ve written in around 4 years. its really short but i just wanted to try and get my brain churning. i hope at least someone likes it !!

i mean no disrespect to the real joseph liebgott. this is all purely based on ross mccall’s portrayal of him in band of brothers.

“Goddamn Joe,” You cursed, pulling the sleeves of your robe over your bare arms as you stomped down your driveway towards his parked cab. “It’s nearly 2am, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” hissing, you leaned down to face Joseph Liebgott, your best friend, and the biggest thorn in your side. He had his head peeking out from the driver side of his cab. 

Flicking away his cigarette butt, the young man shot you a wink, “You look lovely as always, sweetheart. Except for that frown. You comin’ or what?” 

Irritated, you huffed and climbed into the passenger seat of his beat-up cab. You and Joe have known each other since you both had training wheels on your bikes. Before he left for Toccoa, the two of you had spent nearly every evening together, driving around in his cab together, talking about what you’d do to get out of San Francisco. Since he’d be back, he tried his best to bring everything back to normal. Except, you were both glad to still be in San Francisco, and nothing was normal.

“You can’t be honking your horn at 2am,” you exclaimed, hitting his arm gently, “Ma’s asleep!” Joe simply waved this off as you put on your seatbelt instinctively, resting yourself comfortably in your seat for the second time that night. “What do you want?” you looked at him, expecting him to turn off the engine. Instead, he pulled out of your driveway.

“Just calm down alright? I couldn’t sleep.” Throwing you yet another wink, he reached into the backseat and handed you a bag of chips. “Besides, I got you food. Now quiet or you’ll wake the whole town up with your yapping.” 

“You were literally blasti-“

“Hey! What’d I say? Eat your chips ma’am.” Joe scolded, nudging your chin with his finger, “Attitude.”

⋯

You both drove in silence, the only sound coming from your grumpy munching. Joe had the windows down, the cold breeze making you even grumpier that he had called you out in nothing but your robe and nightgown. Your childhood friend had been back for awhile— Back living across the street, and back driving his cab around town, cheating sailors out of their money. That also meant he was back tormenting you nearly every minute of his spare time. Not that you minded. You missed him while he was gone, and looked forward to letters he would send you every now and then.

You watched him now, how his hands gripped the wheel of his car and skillfully maneuvered it up the hill you both sat on every now and then whenever he couldn’t sleep. Joe was still the boy you knew from next door, except he wasn’t anymore. His eyes still crinkled the same way when he laughed, and his lips still curved into a lopsided smirk whenever he was up to no good. Except, Joe looked older now. Much, much older now. Though he stood taller, his chest broader, he had wrinkles in places age often left untouched. 

Staring at him, you never realized he had parked. With a wave of his hand, he asked you to follow him as he climbed out of his seat. As Joe settled onto the roof of his car, patting his side for you to come join him, you could see tonight was different. Different from all the other times he had dragged you out on this hill overlooking San Francisco.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice quiet. “I figured maybe you couldn’t sleep too.”

You let out a gentle laugh, bumping your shoulder with his, “I was very much asleep, Joe. But thanks for thinking about me.” Joe gave you a soft smile that never reached his eyes. 

“Ya know, this time last year, I stepped foot into Bastogne,” he whispered, closing his eyes with a deep sigh, “Sometimes, when its way too quiet, I close my eyes and I still hear them— Them mortars blasting the trees above us.” Joe tried to laugh to lighten the conversation but couldn’t. “Now, a year later, and the whole world seems too quiet for me.” His hands shaking, Joe brought another cigarette up to his lips. He tried to light his cigarette, but when his lighter failed to produce a steady flame, he angrily tossed the cigarette to the ground. 

Joe never talked about the war, and any mention of it would make his smile dissipate. You never asked, because as much as his face annoyed you, you wanted nothing more than to see him smile. But again, tonight was going to be different. 

He turned to you, his voice louder this time, “It’s just weird. I wake up and my bed is warm, I take showers, I go down to my cab and I can see you through your kitchen window.” Taking your hand and squeezing it, he closed his eyes again. “I see you instead of darkness— Instead of the flashing I had to pretend were fireworks. I am where I begged to be, and yet I still hear them. Sometimes they’re so much louder than the traffic downtown.”

“Joseph,” you whispered, cupping his face, “Tell me your most precious memory.” You wiped away a tear from his cheek that had managed to slip out.

Joe opened his eyes, gripping the hand you had on his cheek, “When the train stopped at the station and I saw you, in that yellow summer dress waiting for me. You waited for me to come back.” His eyes softened, “I knew I loved you then, and all this time I was just hoping to see you through your kitchen window again.” 

Your breath hitched, eyes brimming with tears. “I meant of the boys, silly,” you whispered, gently pressing your lips onto his. The two of you sat there, arms around each other, hearts swelling with unexplainable love that grew not only through time but also through distance. You knew you would never understand what he went through, you would never hear what he heard when you closed your eyes, and you would never be able to feel what he had felt, freezing in a foxhole in that forest. All you knew was that he was here. Joseph Liebgott was alive, and he was here in your arms.

Pulling apart and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, Joe whispered, a gentle smile playing on his face, “Tell me your most precious memory.”

“Just now. That was the first time I’ve seen a real Joe Liebgott smile in a long time.”

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

how would the boys be around mineta who harasses their crush?

Hi, I could ask headcanons for dadzawa, Todoroki and Bakugou (or Midoriya), defending the reader from Mineta's harassment. Or simply to aizawa defending his adopted daughter from harassment of Mineta? please (If you have already written it or it bothers you, ignore the request.)

Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya

Note: since none of us are comfortable doing age difference requests, we’ll go with aizawa with his adopted daughter      -admin z

bakugou katsuki

-he’s a tsundere and it’s already been established 1001 times on this blog

-so he’s going to try and hide his feelings from everyone, no matter what the situation

-when he does eavesdrop on mineta’s conversation

-at first he wouldn’t really care about what he’s saying

-but as he keeps talking

-he feels disgusted and there is no doubt about it

-he will make sure he listens to every single filthy word coming out of his word

-and when he does confront him

-it’s very casual

-it’s eerie that he’s so calm that everyone present would be like

-bruh??? bakugou??? you okay??

-and when he brushes off the concerns of other and faces mineta with the most evil smirk on his face

-the tension in the room just reaches it’s peak

-“mineta? What were you saying???”

-“n-n-nothing really”

-and it’s 2 seconds away from him going boom boom mode

-and expect mineta to be breaking out in cold sweat

-“you dare talk about my crush that way with your filthy mouth? I will make sure to burn your insides”

-and before things get too wild, he remembers how you’d always scold him for taking fights too seriously

-by using his quirk and ho you don’t like that

-with an audible “tch” he places a punch on his tiny ass face, turn and walk away

-and when you confront him about it and ask him about why he didn’t use his quirk

-“what is to you punk? do you want people to talk about you that way?”

-“no, but you could’ve used your quirk”

-and when he’s rendered speechless, you let out a giggle at how cute he was acting

-you lean in and place a small, but firm kiss across his lips

-albeit shocked, he’s a happie blasty boi

-and pull you right back in with the excuse “well, I just saved you. don’t you think I deserve more?”

 todoroki shouto

-he’s the guy who has zero chill and zero control

-and fools himself into thinking that he is showing zero signs of anger

-he’s expression shows that he could give a fuck but he chose not to

-but his actions suggest otherwise

-like he’d hear what is coming out of that grape shit’s mouth

-and even before it becomes too long

-mineta would start trembling as he hears the cackling of fire and feels the heat

-because he doesn’t want to hear another word

-“mineta, I suggest you do not talk in such a way or before taking you to aizawa sensei, I will make sure you get hurt”

-he just feels so repulsed by the feeling

-he wants to crawl under his own skin after hearing the vulgar words

-and wonders how you can stand such words coming out of him

-because he certainly can’t listen to your beauty being talked about in such ways

-that over thinking only intensifies his flame

-it’s like mineta turned a switch of hatred within him

-and someone needs to snap him out of it before he goes berserk

-when he sees you, his flames instantly die

-and he’ll close himself up

-and maintain a distance

-because he chose to expose his ugly side to you

-“what is happening todoroki?”

-“nothing y/n-san things just got a bit out of control”

-“a bit? that’s way out of control”

-and when you place your palm underneath his chin and urge him to tell you what’s going on

-he’ll crumble under your touch and will truthfully confess what was going on

-he’s worried you’re repulsed by his actions

-but when you silence him by hugging him out of the blue and placing a kiss on his cheek

-“thank you for protecting me todoroki-san, i couldn’t have asked for more”

-this babie issa happie babie 

  midoriya izuku

-he another babie

-and he just doesn’t doesn’t want to hear unpretty words about a pretty person

-now as scared midorya seems

-he really ain’t that frail

-over the time, he has gained the courage to stand up for himself and his loved ones

-so when mineta begins talking in the most vulgar way

-in front of him

-even though he clearly knew midoriya’s feelings towards you

-he is disgusted at how low mineta can stoop

-he wants mineta to immediately stop

-because he worries about how you’d be after listening to everything

-and he’s frankly unsure he’d never be able to look at you if he didn’t stop mineta at this point

-so he takes a deep breath

-and approaches him

“Oh midoriya-kun? Want to join in our conversation about how appealing Y/n-chan is?? I understand why you like her, who wouldn’t love that body?”

-and although he was mumbling what words he’d tell mineta

-but when the word “body” reaches his ears

-he loses his control and lands a punch straight to his face

-with tears in his eyes, he looks at the mineta while he was moping over how his cheek stung after the punch

-“don’t’ you ever talk about Y/n that way! She is amazing and beautiful and you’re running her beauty with your inconsiderate words. Do it another time and I wouldn’t hesitate to use my quirk for hurting you next time mineta-kun”

-and when you drop in when he starts his monologue

-you’re awe struck by his sincerity

-and when he’s done

-you throw your arms around his neck and place a firm kiss on his

-although surprised at the intimate contact and the foreign warmth over his lips

-he manages to pull you closer and return the kiss with a fervor you never imagined

-and whenyou finally pull away

-he leans down and rests his forehead over yours and as both of you pant, you utter a small

-“thank you midorya”

-“anything for you”

  aizawa shota

-without zero warning

-expect the squirt to be plastered to the wall

-as aizawa unleashes his technique

-“sero give me your tape so that this idiot can never open his filthy mouth again”

-detention for 2 weeks with full time cleaning duties

-and 3 essays submitted to him and nezu sensei

-pleading why he shouldn’t be expelled

-with an apology letter in the neatest handwriting possible

-verifying that his daughter will never have to put up with his shitty antics

-he is there for his baby girl

-and promises that he will continue protecting his daughter from everything and anything

-he’ll go to the lengths of comforting you over a dinner

-and will encourage you to honestly open up

-and when he is finally released from detention

-always expect aizawa to weird stuff to make his daughter and class laugh

-he’ll become the pettiest person alive

-and what do I mean by that?

-he will cancel mineta’s quirk at the most unexpected times

-there’d be a day where y’all go to thirteen’s disaster rescue training dome

-and mineta would be called upon for a demonstration near water area

-and as mineta is in midair, he’ll sneakily cancel his quirk

-so that he falls right into the water and makes sure to give one of the best laughing sessions