#bnha ramble

[sldlovescartoons]

There’s something really funny to me about the idea of after Class 1-A becomes 3-A and graduates, that Aizawa would be relieved to get to love his pseudo-children from a farther distance because they are aging him prematurely. And then after the midterms the school year right after they graduate Nedzu just walks fuckin’ in with Izuku Midoriya in a white button up with an All Might Tie and a DynaMight Pocket Protector, Like-

“This is Izuku Midoriya, he’s going to be a TA here while he gets his degree.”

And Izuku bows like these people weren’t his teachers six months ago and just

“Please take care of me!”

Aizawa wonders what he did in a past life to deserve this.

[mibkid]

No because i know izuku’s dad is a mystery, but I am secretly hoping for izuku to be a child of divorce because there is not enough rep about divorced parents in anime, they’re either dead or awful or a nuclear family. 

Fuck him being dead, or being a villain, divorce divorce divorce!

[izukatsude]

they’re such all might nerds

[takami-takami]

You're torturing him.

Waltzing around Keigo's apartment without so much as a modest slip to cover your upper half. Plopping down on his stuffy couch that is beginning to hold your scent, swirled into his own like syrup. Fanning yourself with a limp hand.

Hot. Shirtless. Topless in his own home.

You made Keigo like this. You make him stir and ruin him in turn, like a fucking dog; well-trained, indulgent, starved.

You're engrossed in some supplementary book in your palms, the pages fluttering from the breeze of the fan that whirrs beside you. Or maybe you're listening to that show that's been bleating in the background on TV for who knows how long— fuck if Keigo is paying attention. That damned television screen is useless, except maybe to serve as something to latch his wandering eyes onto.

Keigo always did have impeccable peripheral vision.

The breadth and plush of your chest, unmarked, tortures him. Your skin is unbearably bare and kissable and biteable and it aches in Keigo how stupidly casual you are about the whole ordeal; like you don't even know how much he craves to plop a morsel in his mouth and kiss and suck to his heart's content.

But you do know, don't you? You know perfectly well how Keigo's knee bounces, eyeing the movement out the corner of your eye with a smile at the corner of your lips. You see how he chews the edge of his thumb, resisting the urge to push the appendage past his slick lips.

"What," you tease, stretching your arms up and over your head, fingers interlaced like a cage. Keigo gulps. "It's so hot."

You don't mind if I...?

No— I mean yes, please, God, yes, keep your shirt off— but he really should ask you to put it back on. Internally, Keigo is slamming his head into a proverbial wall, cursing himself for not getting his AC fixed sooner because he's never home anyways.

Funny how things always work both in his favor and against it.

Keigo's wings are wax and your body is the sun and he's melting, melting at the sight of you. Just let Icarus fall already, into your arms—

"Idiot," you roll your eyes. "If you want to touch so bad, you know you could just ask."

Keigo falls.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Part two

Katsuki is absolutely riddled with cuteness aggression with his children when they’re born. He just… can’t stop looking at them. Every time his babies coo or look at him with your big eyes, he has to walk away and take a deep breath before he starts to cry.

He absolutely adored his babies when they’re newborns, no doubt about that. He just prefers the 1-2 year old stage where he can be playful and he knows his antics won’t always end in crying.

Katsuki loves blowing raspberry’s onto his baby’s cheeks, relishing in the soft, peach-fuzzed skin rippling underneath him. The deep belly laughs from his baby spur him on, making him blow raspberry’s onto his baby’s chubby neck rolls. He simultaneously cant stand the laughter because it makes his chest hurt in pure sweet pain, but he can’t stop because this tiny person adores him.

He enjoys play fighting his babies, making you play the villain as he dresses your baby in his costume, placing their fat little tummy on his large palm as he makes them soar. Drool goes everywhere as your baby chortles, gummy smile going bananas as they squeal and attack your face, mouthing your nose as you uncontrollably howl with laughter.

He loves playfully biting his baby, soft little nips that never go more than a few millimetres of force. He enjoys picking up his baby’s hand, pretending to gobble up the teeny digits. He only ever gently nips the tips of their fingers. Katsuki adores playing the big bad wolf to his child, gobbling their belly as he soaks in their giggles.

And when they’re older, he enjoys picking them up and slinging them over his shoulder. He often gets scolded by you, to be careful because he could make your kiddies sick. He only rolls his eyes playfully, pretending to eat his kids as they’re trapped in his burly arms.

[candiiee]

Izuku: *walks into a Starbucks*

You: hii, there. What can I get for you, sweetie?

Izuku: hi! Can I have some banana bread?

You: of course. You know, I get off my shift in ten minutes.

Izuku: nice. Well, have a nice day! *Leaves*

Ten minutes later

Izuku: *comes back*

Izuku: it has occurred to me that you may have been interested in me

You: you're lucky I'm still into you

this idiot freaking would

[depravitycentral]

Tw: stalking, dub-con turned non-con but the reader is still kind of into it, recording, non-consensual recording, physical assault, threats, reader's kind of a freak in this

Thinking of yanderes who are so, so desperate to be intimate with you that they’re willing to go by your terms and adhere to the conditions you lay out for them.

You don’t want to touch him, not really – not with everything you know he’s done. You know he’s stalked you incessantly, following you like your shadow for months on end with no sense of privacy or personal space, intruding on every aspect of your personal life with only a passing sense of guilt.

(He’s watched you sleep, even settling beside you on your bed and watching the rise and fall of your chest, listening to the soft inhales and exhales, even going so far as to let his mouth hover over yours, breathing in the air of your soft little snores. He’s watched you shower, setting up cameras and staring through windows to see even a peek of your nude figure, palming himself and practically drooling because fuck, he would cut off his own limb to be washing your hair for you or soaping down your back, your thighs, your tits…)

You know he’s threatened others, blackmailed friends, family, and partners, perhaps even permanently eliminated potential rivals. You know he’s gone to extreme lengths to keep you right where he  wants you, to keep you within his imaginary grasp so that he can finally, finally make the final move to make you officially his.

He's a creep in every sense of word, but perhaps you’re a bit of a creep, too, because there’s something about the raw, carnal desperation he’s exhibiting for you that almost feels good. It’s flattering in a fucked up way, making your self-confidence skyrocket because here’s this grown man that’s absolutely whipped for you, willing to do all sorts of illegal and depraved things just for your allowance of him to breath the same air and occupy the same space as you.

You may not be a particularly egocentric person, but perhaps you can indulge his little obsession. Perhaps it’s boredom, excitement at just how pathetically eager he is, or maybe it’s even a genuine sort of fondness and attraction you’ve developed for him – regardless, the next time he begs for you to please, please just give him a single chance to show you that he can make you feel good, you’re biting your lip and nodding, interrupting his stuttered gasp and shocked r-really with a few conditions of your own.

And yet, no matter what conditions you lay forward, things don’t go quite as you’d planned, quite as you’d hoped. Somehow you lose control of the situation, and before you can stop it you realize you’ve opened the floodgates, the truly breadth of his yearning and disregard for morality uncomfortably obvious. Somehow, the creep manages to bend you to his whim – showcasing just how dangerous and strong his Loverboy, eager-to-please façade had been. Because now, the man hovering over you and groaning declarations of love and devotion is suddenly very strong and very impossible to push off of you.

And yet, his creep has rubbed off onto you, because you’re almost enjoying it.

And now, for the sake of imagination, let’s say you give one of three possible conditions…

He’s not allowed to touch you.

It’s a proposition that makes him whine, disappointment settling deep in his chest because how is he supposed to show you what you’re missing out on if he can’t kiss you or touch you or stuff you so full of his cock that you’re dazed and nonsensical?

It irritates him, but the prospect of getting to touch himself with you looking at him is enough to get him agreeing, and you’ll find yourself sitting in front of him, fully clothed even while he’s stripped down to nothing, red, swollen cock in hand as he furiously brings his wrist up and down. It’s loud – squelching and making bassy, tacky thump noises with each slam of his fist against his navel, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He’s too busy staring at you, eyes seemingly unblinking even when they’re half-closed in lust.

It’s arousing at first to watch a man so blatantly and needily masturbating to you, but the moment that your eyes stray from him and his body he’s faltering, fury sprouting from his gut because how dare you not be looking at him during this. How dare you not contribute the same amount of attention and intimacy that he is. How dare you ignore him like he’s just some little puny bug when he’s whining and gasping about every little explicit, detailed fantasy he’s had of you.

And he’s moving before you know it, grabbing your clothed wrists in a single hand and pinning them above your head, keeping your thighs trapped between his own as he ruts into his fist, the smell and sound overwhelming now as he hovers over you.

Look at me look at me look at me he’s chanting to you, voice strained and uneven as the pleasure mounts, the scared look in your eye only making him harder, precum oozing from his sensitive tip in copious amounts, even dripping down his knuckles and lightly staining your shirt.

It’s not long before he’s coming, crying out your name and pressing his crotch against your body, cum spurting out to cover your torso, even getting a little bit against your neck and chin, the hot, slimy sensation making you squirm.

He’s panting, and as he resumes stroking himself, hissing and wincing slightly at the overstimulation, he’ll only breathily laugh down at you, smile too wide and his cheeks too flushed as he reminds you that I’m not touching you, am I? Fabric separating us still, but isn’t this good? D’you like being covered in my spunk?

It feels like hours before he finally lets his fist slow down, cum covering your chest, but with the majority of his releases concentrated over the expanse of your cunt, seeping through the fabric of your jeans and leaving the skin below feeling wet, the sheer volume impressive and leaving you to wonder how he hasn’t passed out from exhaustion.

He’ll groan, eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening up wide, leaning down so that he’s merely a breath away from your lips, murmuring next time, we’ll do this again and I’ll stick to your fucking rules, but a condom counts as not touching, right? Right?

Kyojuro Rengoku, Gyutarou, Koushi Sugawara, Atsumu Miya, Yuu Nishinoya, Koutarou Bokuto, Hawks, Jin Bubaigawara, Nobunaga Hazama, Uvogin, Leorio Paradinight

2. You want another person present in the room.

Maybe it’s a safety precaution, or perhaps this is the chance to play out some long-standing fantasy of a threesome you’ve had for longer than you’d care to admit. Regardless, he’s not pleased about the prospect of sharing you, but the months of wringing himself dry to the point of rashes and skin-rubbed-raw leave him babbling out a yes, promising to include whoever you desire.

Except, maybe you really are a sadist because of course you choose the man he hates most.

It’s a slap in the face but he manages to pull through, irritation already coursing through him the moment the three of you settle onto the bed, but things only get progressively worse. Almost immediately, the fucker is stealing your attention – pulling you in for a messy, loud kiss, and it makes his skin crawl to see the way your eyes close, how you lean into the kiss, how you guide his hands to cup your tits and grope at your thighs.

The intruder is far too comfortable, and as your yandere grabs you and physically puts you onto the other side of the bed so that he’s sitting between you two, he can only swallow. He’s immediately leaning in for a kiss of his own, lips working against yours in a fervor, hands unable to stay still as he yanks at the hem of your shift, ripping the material. He’s groaning against you, moving hurriedly as he tries to strip you, unwilling to let the intruder do anything as monumental and intimate as undressing you. But it’s too late, because the man is moving to your other side, pressing his navel against your ass and biting at your ear, and you’re breaking the kiss to moan and he thinks he’s going to be sick because the intruder’s hand is slipping under your skirt.

He slaps the man’s hand away, sending him a glare that makes even a shiver roll down your spine, before shoving his hand between your thighs instead, sucking in a breath because he knows what panties you’re wearing by feel, the pretty black ones that make your ass look so damn good, the one he’s stolen and jerked himself with so many times that it’s making a sort of Pavlov response hit him and oh oh oh no no no he can’t come yet oh please god no –

The moment is ruined, though, because the intruder’s kissing you again, suddenly slapping your thigh with his cock and telling you to beg for it, pretty girl, tell me you want it and something inside your yandere just sort of snaps.

He’s got the man on the ground before he can stop himself, fists raised and connecting with the man’s face, blood already covering his knuckles with just a few hits. He’s growling, a sort of inhuman sound that leaves his teeth bared, audible even over the man’s pained whimpers, even as the consciousness slips from his eyes and he goes limp against the ground, chest rising and falling very slowly.

And you’re still on the bed, staring with a dropped jaw and fear swimming in those pretty eyes as your yandere comes back to you, blood staining his palms and speckling his shirt, his breathing ragged as he shoves your head down to his crotch, telling you suck it clean or I’ll kill him, a smirk settling on his lips as you immediately hollow your cheeks.

And as he maneuvers you onto your knees, fingertips groping and kneading at your cheeks as he fucks into you from behind hard enough to leave your ass ricocheting and jiggling, it’s difficult to not hear the way he breathily laughs, thumb coming around to pinch at your clit as he tells you didn’t break your rule, there’s still another person in the room, isn’t there? Stupid fucker’s just not able to see how well you take my cock.

He’s shoving your face too far into the mattress to respond though, so he only answers himself with a slurred groan of ‘m coming, fuck take it take it –

Sanemi and Giyuu, Akaza and Douma, Oikawa and Kageyama, Kuroo and Daichi, Daishou and Kuroo, Tsukishima and Hinata, Shigaraki and Dabi, Endeavor and All Might, Nobunaga and Franklin

3. You want everything on camera.

Maybe it’s a kink for being recorded or maybe you simply want hard evidence to be able to use against him when you eventually take him to court, confident that he’ll let something incriminating slip out. Regardless, he’s very, very eager to fulfill your request, only growing slightly camera shy when the time finally comes.

It’s not a complicated set up, really – you’ve got a tripod of sorts with your phone balanced on it, the video rolling and centered on the bed where you’re settled in his lap. He’s clutching at you, making all sorts of little whimpers and whines as you kiss him, his lips eager and insistent and his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth the moment he can. It’s sticky sounding, and you’re sure the camera can pick it up.

When you pull back for air, letting your shirt come up and over your head, you’re almost embarrassed at the way he immediately shoves his face between your breasts, violently shaking his head back and forth, not paying attention to the way your bra cups poke at his eyes. He’s mouthing at your nipples over the fabric, even going so far as to dig one out of the cup, sucking and licking at it. His free hands travel down the expanse of your back, tracing the muscles under the skin and eventually settling at your ass, moving you to grind on his already very hard cock.

He pulls back with a little pop noise, licking his lips and looking up at you almost dazed. So pretty, he mumbles to himself, squeezing his hands, and you can only shiver in both excitement and discomfort as he starts rambling.

Been dreaming of this for so long, baby, stalked you for so long that I know exactly how to touch you, how to fuck ya… Been touching myself too much to the thought of you, huh? Feel how fucking hard I am just from a bit of kissing and touching?

He giggles at that, nipping at your nipple and enjoying the way you squirm slightly.

Broke into your apartment almost every day the last year, stolen your stuff and licked every utensil you own. Wore your panties and sucked on your toothbrush, stole your mail and hacked into your laptop and phone cameras just to get a front row view of you.

The information makes your stomach drop and you stiffen in his hold, his his insistent, guided grinds against his crotch only pick up.

Touched you while you slept, too, but I think you already knew that. You’re hard to wake up, y’know? And you make this cute little whine when I finger you, but this is much better right now. You’re hotter when you’re awake, but I’ll take you either way.

It’s ten more minutes of dreadful, disturbing admissions from him as he grinds you against him and suckles at your chest, leaving your nipples sore and bruised, puffy and overly-sensitive. The camera’s still rolling, and it’s only when he curls in on himself, a strained f-fuck spilling past his lips as something warm and wet seeps through his boxers that he slows down, stopping and cupping at your tits, squeezing harshly and burying his face in them once more for a brief moment.

He detaches himself, walking over to your phone and ending the video, before pulling his own out and replacing it with yours, walking back over to you and licking his lips.

Hey now that we’ve got yours and I’ve confessed to all the shit you wanted me to, it’s my turn, yeah? We make a video for you, now we make a sex tape for me. Oh, don’t make that face – ‘m not going to show it to anyone. Well, except maybe you, would you like to watch it back with me?

He doesn’t give you time to respond as he flips you onto your stomach, displaying a level of strength that shocks you, keeping you flat against the bed as he pulls you towards him so that you’re dangling off the edge, ass bared to the camera. He giggles, tracing a fingers against your clothed cunt, before slapping at it harshly, enjoying the way you squirm.

Let’s put on a good show, huh? I’m thinking…

He lets a leg stand on either side of your hips, settling himself so that his chest is pressed flush against your back, lips brushing at your ear as he murmurs we’ll start like this, the angle will be really good, I promise. Trust me, ‘ve watched a lot of porn – you’ll look good like this.

Then he’s forcing you into his lap, facing the camera and making your legs spread wide, a hand slipping into your shorts and toying with your clit. Then like this – think I can make you squirt? Think it’ll reach the camera from all the way over here?

Finally, he’s forcing you onto your knees while he stands over you, the camera right at your face level as he pets at your hair, sighing dreamily and saying and we’ll finish it like this – be loud, okay? Wanna see you gagging and choking. And if you don’t swallow, I’ll just have to do it again – thoughts on throatfucking?

And as he settles you onto your stomach, mounting you and letting the camera roll as he fucks into you hard enough to leave you screaming his name, he’ll only whisper in your ear between hearty groans and the slap of his balls against your ass remember, you wanted the video sweetheart.

Douma, Tengen Uzui, Rintarou Suna, Kenma Kozume, Tooru Oikawa, Dabi, Hizashi Yamada, Shalnark (like a LOT), Uvogin

Be careful what you wish for, because with your rule in place, they will bend it to work to their advantage – but don’t be too hard on yourself for enjoying it. After all, they know you better than you know yourself – can you really be surprised that they know exactly what will turn you on, too?

[sugarverse]

causally thinking about your boyfriend putting sunscreen on your back while you lay on your tummy, the beach hadn't been too busy which was exactly why he felt comfortable humping into you. "stay still, 'm almost done. you don't wanna get sunburnt, hah? d..don't want your pretty skin gettin' all rrred.." he stutters out, rutting into you completely before cumming into you. hes slow to fix your bathing suit, staring at the mess hes made.

[aromanticannibal]

blank template here ty op

[yammpi3]

I NEED THIS LOSER BADLY. I’ll write stuff abt him…soon kinktober is alr tearing me to shreds.

[hawkstincan]

my blorbo shined thank you sensei 😭

[house-of-angst]

Y'all mind if I talk about Present Mic's quirk for a second? Great.

So, my partner and I have been having Erasermic brainrot lately, and while we were binging content with them, I became interested in Hizashi's voice quirk. I began searching stuff about how sound/volume works, and linking it to his canon stuff.

I'll just say, the info I found makes him a pretty scary guy. It's a shame he's so underused in both canon and fanon.

Frequency

First of all, I want to talk about something everyone knows about him: his quirk is potent enough to shatter glass. Now, when it comes to decibels, it's always important to consider the time and distance a certain note is held for, since these can impact the "hit" a certain sound wave can have when influenced by effects such as the air or vibrations.

(Please keep this in mind for the reminder of this post)

When it comes to glass, however, it breaks almost instantly under the pressure of his voice. Our most constant example of this is the man's poor lenses, but there is a scene I'd like to talk about the most, it being he one where he completely shatters Shigaraki's tank.

One might argue that the glass was already weakened from Mirko's kicks, but that's honestly part of something that makes this so impressive to me; Mirko's legs are strong enough to straight-up rip a high-end Nomu's head clean off, yet this tank was tough enough to withstand two attacks from her - including her ultimate move - before starting to leak; and the fact she was heavily injured doesn't fly here, as we very clearly could see she wasn't holding back one bit.

Now, let's get technical.

According to Google, a normal tone of voice would be around 50 decibels, while the required to shatter glass would be a minimum of 105. For comparison, that's roughly the same volume as a jackhammer. Now, you might be thinking, "Oh, that's not so bad! Some singers can do that!" and you'd be right, but there's also some other things to consider. Allow me to explain.

Some singers can reach a pitch that can make glass vibrate enough for it to break, but I've personally only heard of this happening if the person has their mouth close to a smaller, empty cup, and even then the volume would be distributed around. Hizashi, on the other hand, was standing several feet away from this reinforced tank and was able to shatter it immediately, using the directional speaker around his neck to aim the volume. This would naturally require for him to hit even higher decibels, specially when you take into consideration that one's frequency must match the glass' for it to vibrate, which drastically increases when it's dampened. (Read next topic for more info on this)

And then there's his glasses which, like I've stated before, are the most common thing he breaks with his voice. Obviously, this is not directed and it's not a total shatter, but there is something to be observed; say, did you know the necessary volume for lenses to crack, when not being directly aimed at, would be that of a nearby shot from a highcaliber gun? That's roughly 140-170 decibels.

Harm factor

Boy, oh boy! I'm betting most of you were looking for this part when you clicked the read more, right? Look no further, I've got you covered, you just better remember what I mentioned before about distance and duration.

Hizashi's parents were unfortunate enough to have a mutant child that was born with his quirk already active, and I'm willing to bet a newborn doesn't have the slightest bit of control over a power as destructive as a sonic-powered voice, which immediately resulted in everyone in the room bleeding from the ears.

Sound-related ear bleeding is most commonly associated with a ruptured eardrum, which can happen at around 150 decibels and is about the same as a jet engine taking off. While a baby most likely unleashed his maximum voice power on the first breath, I believe something like that would, thankfully, only develop fully after puberty, just like with non-powered people like us, since his quirk is a drastic intensification of a common function and not a new ability altogether.

With that being said... The Finals Exam.

In this, Hizashi was standing very far and, even with the directional speakers, there were many obstacles in the way that kept him from landing direct soundwaves on the students. Regardless, Jirou's ears bled in less than 30 minutes being exposed to this.

This could have happened due to the fact that she has a hearing quirk, which would make hers much more sensitive, but let's study this, shall we? We don't have the exacts of what happened there, but the students are visibly uncomfortable upon the first soundwave, which would suggest it was at about 120 decibels upon impact (with 85 already being enough to cause damage to your ears) and being emitted even higher by him, considering distance muffles volume. Still, I think all that would be nothing compared to the scream he let out after those bugs started crawling on him, with how unfiltered that was.

With Jirou, it comes to no surprise this volume at this distance and time almost rendered her deaf, and realistically would take several months of healing time. How much do you want to bet Hizashi got a solid scolding from Shouta? I mean, it was supposed to be a challenge, but homeboy came this close to breaking her quirk.

Another thing I want to point out is that his voice is powerful enough to actually fucking launch people, and this only happens due to an event called acoustic trauma, basically meaning Hizashi can surpass supersonic levels. Although, it's important to note that this effect is caused mostly due to pressure and not so much as sound, so while it's not freakishly loud (about the same as thunder), it can still cause hearing and psychological damage.

! WARNING !

The following part contains graphic mentions of injury, and death. Do not proceed if these are sensitive topics for you.

Now, we look at the disturbing side of Hizashi's quirk. Buckle in, because it's a wild ride.

Remember what I commented earlier, about him having to hit even higher frequencies to be able to shatter Shigaraki's tank? First of all, as the doctor was sent flying, this qualifies as supersonic, but that's not all. To shatter such a protected tank, with liquid inside increasing the density, he'd have to hit over 200 decibels; which is considered extremely dangerous and most definitely fatal, as the threshold of pain is of 115-140 - this can cause damage such as crushed ear bones, ruptured lungs, or embolism. For comparison, this would come close to standing right next to a Saturn V Moon Rocket during launch, and is no longer considered a "sound" due to the vacuum.

With that being said, the man came very close to dying by Hizashi's hands (voice?) twice. Not only was he so close during the lens incident, literally being inches away from his face and in risk of getting his eardrums ruptured already, but if Mic had decided to raise his voice even more during his rage, it'd be possible for the frequency to make the doctor's inner organs malfunction, or straight-up burst from the pressure.

But that's not the worst part.

After establishing that the lethal amount of over 200 decibels would be necessary to shatter the tank given the circumstances, if he exceeded 240 and the doctor happened to be in the way of this, it would be enough to cause his head to explode upon impact. That old man better be grateful that he was standing a feet few away, and that the supersonic blast blew him away a bit more, or it'd be an immediate game over.

With all this being said, how devastating would it be for this guy to scream his rage out?

(Please keep in mind that many of the extreme cases in this are actually impossible to happen in a real-life scenario and are purely speculation!)

[redr0sewrites]

"loser dabi" "loser tomura" "loser hawks" what about loser AIZAWA. what about old and awkward and bitter Shouta Aizawa who thought he'd never find love- until u appear in his life, pretty and a bit younger and full of brightness, the type of partner he'd never thought he'd have, and suddenly all of his nonchalant and quiet personality is torn away as he becomes an awkward and flustered mess. he doesn't know how to handle it, this influx of new feelings and attraction, and we all know he's not the best at people skills... not that you mind of course, to you, it's just endearing to see the strong willed and so called icy Eraserhead mumbling like a teen just because he's asking you to go out and get coffee with him <33

[dynachan]

Katsuki hates the rain. Hates feeling vulnerable and weak. He took his time in the rain to apologize to Izuku infront of EVERYONE to get him to come home. If that's not love, then I don't know what the hell is.

[takami-takami]

Cute things Hawks does:

Asks, "what was that for?" With a lopsided smirk every time you give him a surprise kiss, even if he knows the reason.

Doesn't even bother to look with his eyes when he catches things, given the sensory prowess of his feathers; except when you trip. In that circumstance, he uses both arms to catch you.

Picks you up and carries you at every available oppurtunity. You're light as a feather to a pro hero's strength, and he'll make sure you know it and thoroughly internalize that. As a man, as your protector, it's kind of important to flaunt that for you a little.

Collects funky looking socks. Fuzzy ones. He starts buying two pairs and gifting you a set matching his. It's a well-kept secret, until you move in together and catch a glimpse at his oddly familiar-looking sock drawer.

Absentmindedly fidgets with items, especially those that have some sort of sensory element to them. He clutches his fluffy coat to his face to self soothe, runs his fingers along the nearest soft object to keep his focus centered on work.

Hawks tries really hard to pick up on your hobbies. At first it's curiosity from one side of the windowpane; hesitancy as he watches you, an unspoken rule barring him from joining in. The moment you extend an invitation for him to join you, coaxing him, he lights up and nods. You catch him practicing on his own some nights, a spark in his eye and pride in his chest.

Never lets sleep take him without telling you he loves you first. His sleepy, gruffy voice has woken you up more times than you can count. "Babe. Love you," he slurs, clutching you close to his chest as he passes out from exhaustion the moment he hits the bed.

[may-we-rest-well]

All Might isn't dumb. He doesn't lack intelligence. He's dealing with crippling depression and self esteem issues which cause him to seem a little airheaded at times but he's not unintelligent or incompetent.

He wouldn't be a teacher...hell he wouldn't have made it as the #1 hero for so long if he didn't have the brains to make strategies or snap decisions on how to handle different situations and villains. It also takes emotional intelligence to own up to your mistakes, to admit that you're wrong, promise to do better, and actually follow through on it.

Just because he acts silly doesn't mean he's dumb. The same applies to real life. Thinking that way is how you push people away.

The happiest, intelligent and most outgoing people can still be dealing with incredible pain. Don't think you know a person based just off what they show you on the surface.