#bnha x You

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the trust that katsuki has in you is absolutely hit or miss, but most times he trusts you blindly. and he doesn’t really show it in the most obvious ways. one way in which he shows it, though, is when he leaves things up to you when he’s unable to fight.

even when the fight is him sitting frustrated in the drivers seat of his porsche, the manual gear stick mockingly standing before his injured arm. it’s not everyday that katsuki gets badly hurt, and it’s not everyday that he can’t drive home from the pain.

his right foot is on the accelerator, left on the clutch. his right hand hovers over the gear stick, when katsuki’s arm jolts from the pain. he hisses, and before he can even let out a curse, your left hand moves the stick down.

you just shifted gears for him.

“if you won’t let me drive, then at least let me help you, katsuki.”

his eyes widen, a small smirk on his face. his foot presses the accelerator even harder, with a single command coming from his mouth.

“third.”

without even looking, you’re certain his foot is on the clutch yet again, and your hand moves the gear stick up. it’s not long before he speaks up again.

“fourth.”

the stick goes down, and katsuki’s smirk grows even bigger. not once do you hesitate, and his crimson car runs smoother than it ever does. it’s unlikely that katsuki lets down his pride and allows you to cover for him, so it’s moments like these that you treasure. the sound of the car speeding up snaps you out of your trance. there’s a slight stop, but it’s not from hesitation.

fifth. katsuki doesn’t even have to mention it.

the gear stick moves up, right, and up again. katsuki can only chuckle as you smile, his hand resting with yours on the stick.

“i hate that ya know me so well.”

“well i hate the fact that you’re not letting me drive, kats.”

he laughs, “no way in hell you’re drivin’ my car.”

[sensitivepluto]

Late Night Texts with...

Touya Todoroki x Gn!Reader (smau)

Tw: swears and I think that's it.

@rueclfer I need to go to sleep but he fills my brain every time why can't he be real 😩

[inumkii]

can i borrow your notes? (denki ver.)

denki kaminari x gn!reader, college au

denki starts taking notes for you when you’re absent. little did he know, his illegible handwriting prevents you from actually using them

bakugou ver

coping coping coping with my miserable class schedule so i made another one. this one was made kinda fast,, just posting it to clear some drafts

[with-my-calamitous-love]

gentleman thoughts, comfort edition 🩶

gentleman! katsuki, whose love language is acts of service. who doesn’t need to know whats wrong to comfort you. who will gently (maybe not so gently, it’s him) remind you to get up and eat on those days you find it hard too. who’ll let you cry in his arms for hours, not moving an inch, acting as an anchor for you. who is normally a dick, but is also uncharacteristically patient and loving when he knows you need him to be. who will listen if you need him too, and is just as willing to go give hell to someone if that’s what you need. he’s a bodyguard <3

gentleman! izuku, who is probably the most emotionally intelligent on this list. who is so quick to notice signs when something is wrong, and who won’t hesitate to offer his support. who is a natural empath, hating to see you in pain, willing to give anything, but learns that sometimes they’re aren’t any tangible solutions and the best he can do is be there and listen. who always tells you that he’s proud of you, because he knows it isn’t easy. who is in love with you when you’re happy and healthy or when you’re sad and needing comfort, even when you can’t love yourself.

gentleman! shouto, may come off us cold or uncaring, but who cares so much more than he’s able to admit. who you learn to bond with over shared trauma, creating a safe refuge for just the two of you. who wants to understand for you, and even if he doesn’t, will be there as long as you say the word. who, after long crying sessions, awkwardly tells a joke that he heard fuyumi say to her class and delivering it in the most monotone voice. “why can’t can’t dinosaurs clap their hands? because they’re extinct.” (it was stupid.) (you still laughed.)

gentleman! eijirou, who might not notice right away, but who you have wrapped around your finger once he does or when you tell him. who opts to stay with you if he isn’t already, not liking the idea of you being alone while you’re sad. who, after holding your hand, comforting you and being your rock, gently helps you back up. who will congratulate you on things that feel small- texting someone back, taking a shower, etc- but cheers you on like you’ve just walked on the moon. who knows its your journey but swears to himself he’ll see it through with you.

gentleman! denki, who is kind of an idiot- but who always means well and loves unconditionally. texts you day and night, checking on you, sending you things he hopes will make you laugh. who is forgetful about most things but really good at reminding you to take your meds, to eat, to not be hard on yourself. who doesn’t wanna see anyone being mean to his partner, including you. who will gently remind you not to criticize yourself too much, wishing you could see yourself from his pov (you’re everything to him and he’ll remind you of that until you believe it).

gentleman! hitoshi, who knows so much about mental health because he himself has dealt with his fair share of struggles. who is endlessly patient, knowing that sometimes dealing with a messy room or dirty dish feels like it’d take everything from you. who is more than willing to spend a day in bed with you, holding you close, letting you cry or sleep it off. who leaves you with his clothes, his home and all his promises if he does have to be somewhere, assuring you that he’s a text away. who is more than willing to talk, but is also a great distraction if you need it- taking you out, playing you music, being the sweetest guy you have ever met and safe place.

[shawtylex09]

⋆˙⟡Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 2/14✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing, pining, stupidly silly interactions and Mic’s wingman-ness.

Enjoy babes ✧˖°.

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Shota walked into the teachers lounge, his tired eyes scanning the room, gazing upon the computers and a few of his colleagues chatting amongst each other. He sighed tiredly and walked to the counter, pouring himself a steaming hot cup of coffee.

He brought the hot cup to his lips and took a slow sip, enjoying the bitter taste of the black liquid on his tongue. He knew most people preferred coffee with either sugar or cream in it, but he was content to drink black coffee. It was simple.

That was the thing about it, it was plain, easy. It wasn’t complex with layers that could add unnecessary components to something that didn’t need to be complicated.

Shota admired the simpler things in life, opting for a minimalistic lifestyle. His apartment was pretty barren, aside from the records he had on a shelf with his record player, and the few pictures of Hizashi and Shirakumo he had on his walls.

He wasn’t one for complicated feelings, and opted out of them if he could. However, there was one thing he couldn’t pick the simple route with.

Shota dragged his tired eyes from his coffee, to Hizashi, seeing him laughing and talking with a certain someone.

A huff escaped the man through his nose as he felt a small heat crawl up to his ears. This was the one thing he couldn’t seem to make simple.

This new school year, a new teacher joined the teaching staff, along with All Might. She was beautiful, with a keen eye for art and detail.

This new teacher was soft spoken, considerate, and made his cold heart feel warm. He scoffed as he heard soft laughter at one of Hizashi’s horrible jokes, glancing up to see you speaking with him, covering your mouth.

He furrowed his brows, a small twinge of something along the lines of longing pulling at his heart strings. Damn him and his feelings.

Shota looked down at his coffee, seeing his reflection staring back at him. His tired eyes, shaggy hair, the scar under his right eye and his ungroomed face. He shouldn’t get wrapped up in someone- someone who wouldn’t look his way.

What Aizawa was unaware of, was the soft and tender gazes you shot his way. You were always looking at him, even if he wasn’t aware.

You glanced over at him and smiled softly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest, and a gentle heat rise to your cheeks.

Hizashi followed your gaze and grinned “Pretty interested in the coffee maker over there?” He asked, elbowing you with a smirk, his grin growing as you blushed a bit harder.

“Something like that” you said softly, your eyes still resting on the man enjoying his coffee, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back and sipped from his cup, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank down the hot coffee.

Hizashi clicked his tongue and sighed exasperatedly “you’re really looking at Shota, you got a crush on him or something?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms, leaning closer to you as he also gazed at Aizawa.

You hummed and looked down, tucking your hair behind your ear “please, we’re not kids, Hizashi, crush is a strong word. More like..I find him endearing.”

Hizashi chuckled and turned his attention from his his high school best friend, to you, giving you a sympathetic smile “you know he’s the most emotionally closed off and emotionally constipated man on the planet, right?”

You simply blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, looking away from him with sligjtly puffed cheeks. He was taking your affectionate gazes rhetorical entirely wrong way! You weren’t expecting a relationship with Aizawa! You barely spoke to the guy!

It wasn’t like you had dreamt about how softly Shota would tuck your hair behind your ear, gently caressing your cheek with his calloused hand and murmuring softly to you with his heavenly voice, telling you how beautiful you were.

Noooo no no, that wasn’t it at all!….right?

You sighed and chewed on your cheek, thinking before hesitantly replying to Hizashi, “yeah..I’ve picked that up from him.” Was all you could say. You knew it was true, Aizawa wasn’t an open book when it came to anything. You knew little to nothing about the man, but that couldn’t stop your heart from yearning for his touch and delicate voice.

Hizashi smiled a little and sighed, patting your shoulder “There there, Y/n, it’s not like you’re totally hopeless! He is human, after all, so you’ve definitely got a chance to win him over!” He said with his cheery tone, almost making you forget about your conflicting feelings.

You offered a small smile to the man as he threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning back at you. “Thanks, Yamada, but I’m not expecting some crazy relationship or expecting him to open up his emotions with me. I’m sure these silly feelings will go away.”

Hizashi felt his smile falter, before he huffed. In all honesty, he’d been hoping your resolve was stronger than that, he didn’t want you to give up on his best friend! Even if his friend barely knew how to express his emotions, he was a very interesting and intelligent guy!

Hizashi let his arm fall from your shoulder and crossed them, leaning closer to you “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get to know Shota, he can be one of the -genuinely- most considerate and supportive guys I know. He gave me the drive I needed to finally start my dream of running a radio show, so trust me, he’s a great guy under the stoic facade he puts up.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks. Aizawa did seem like the supportive type.

You rubbed your arm and glanced at the man, who’d migrated to his desk, grabbing some things and sifting through his folders. Did you really have a chance? Would he bat an eye at you? Would he reject you?

These thoughts swarmed your head as you gazed at him. However, your eyes caught the sight of a package of caramel hard candies sitting on his desk, Aizawa reaching into the pack and pulling one out, popping it into his mouth as he stood.

You furrowed your brows before an idea came to your mind. A smile formed on your lips and you glanced to Hizashi “I think..I think I’ll try and maybe get a bit closer to him, try and figure him out a bit before I jump into asking him out or anything like that.

Hizashi visibly brightened and grinned “wait actually? That’s awesome! Shota really needs someone to understand him and look out for him. He deserves it, you know?”

You nodded and glanced at Aizawa as he walked past you. You caught a whiff of his cologne and smiled, your knees feeling weak. “Yeah..I get what you mean” you mumbled, a stupid, small smile gracing your lips. Were you were really gonna try and get closer with someone as prickly as Shota Aizawa?

Yes.

Yes you were.

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Thanks so so so much for reading! This is my first Aizawa one shot, and I’m thinking about making it a part two, soooo maybe there’ll be more! Anyways, have a wonderful night my beautiful people!

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ love you to the moon and to saturn

childhoodfriends!touya x gn!reader

based on seven by taylor swift

eight years ago, when you were both five years old, you were too innocent to realise what was happening.

"hey, touya?"

you're lying down in the field just outside the forest, next to touya. the heat of the sun was almost overwhelming, but the two of you couldn't bring yourselves to walk back home.

"yeah, y/n?"

his eyes are closed, but he turns to you. a sign that he's listening. you can't help but stare at him a little.

"i think your house is haunted."

he opens an eye lazily.

"what do you mean? don't tell me you're scared of ghosts, y/n. we're big kids now. we can't be scared of ghosts."

"i'm not," you protest, but touya's already giggling. you can't help but join in too. "it's just - your dad's always mad. it has to be because your house is haunted, right?"

you miss the way touya falls silent.

"i think you should come live with me. we can be pirates. then you don't have to cry or hide in the closet anymore."

there's a small smile on touya's face.

"i'd love that, y/n."

you spend the rest of the afternoon daydreaming about pirate ships.

you could almost scream at how oblivious you were.

now, you're both thirteen. but one of you will stay thirteen forever.

you look into touya's eyes. but they're not really his eyes. the portrait looks sad, cold, empty. not the touya you remember.

"please, touya." the tears are streaming down your face, and there's a childish plea in your voice, but you don't care. "come back. i'm so sorry i didn't realise what was happening. i'm sorry i couldn't save you from your dad. we were supposed to be pirates together. move to india together. forever. and then we would live in the forest and write songs and be together. so please, come back, touya. you promised we could."

the portrait can only stare back.

[chaoticnephalemcinnamonroll]

Y/n: raises eyebrows Aizawa: Put those back down!

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑑

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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It was a few days into your stay in this new world, and you’d finally managed to get your hands on the magical device known as a cellphone.

“How does it work?” you asked, eyes wide as you looked it over from all angles. You tapped on its screen, but nothing happened. “Mine doesn’t light up the way the others do. Did they sell us a faulty product?”  

Izuku giggled. “It’ll turn on, don’t worry. You just need to plug it in so it can charge, like this... and you hold down the power button for it to start up.”  

He fiddled with a cable that plugged directly into the device on one end, then into the wall, through what Izuku had called an “outlet”. You weren’t familiar with any of this stuff, so it may as well have been sorcery to you.  

But true to Izuku’s words, the phone’s screen eventually lit up, and all sorts of vibrant colors and patterns soon graced your eyes. 

“Wow!” you gushed. “How does it do that? It looks so cool!”  

“This is just where technology is at in this world,” Izuku shrugged. “Cellphones used to be a lot more basic, just for making calls and sending texts, but now they’ve become mini computers. They can do a lot of really sophisticated stuff.”  

“What’s a computer?”  

“Ah... right. I guess I should have expected that.” He pointed towards the end of his room, towards what looked to be another screen, but way bigger than the cellphone’s. “Computers are devices that are really smart. They’re programmed that way. You can look up all kinds of information with them, play games, watch videos... there’s really no end to the possibilities. Cellphones are really convenient because they act like computers, but they’re portable, so you can carry them around with you wherever you go. It’s pretty neat, huh?��� 

“This is life-changing,” you mumbled breathlessly.  

Izuku laughed. “Yeah, you could definitely say that. Here, I’ll teach you how to use your phone. It sounds more complicated than it actually is, I promise.” 

That was what he said, but it sure didn’t turn out that way for you. There were so many different little features on screen. Some of them did things when you tapped on them; others didn’t. Izuku was doing his best to show you how everything worked, but it was such a staggering difference from what you were used to that it was just too much to take in all at once. 

Not only that, but you quickly realized you had another problem. 

“For the time being, I’m going to add myself as a contact,” Izuku said. He tapped on the screen a few times—not that you could really make sense of it—then eventually passed the phone back to you, smiling brightly. “See? You have your first contact now. That’s my name right there.”  

You blinked. “What does it say?”

“Hm? What do you mean? It’s my name. Midoriya Izuku.”  

“No, I mean... I can tell there’s something written there, but I can’t read it. The symbols don’t make any sense to me.”  

Panic was quick to creep onto Izuku’s expression. “You can’t read kanji? Or hiragana? But... you’ve been speaking in fluent Japanese this entire time.”  

“I’m not even really sure how that happened either. It might be a side-effect of the spell that brought me to this world, but I was able to understand the language pretty quickly just by hearing it a few times. I definitely don’t know how to read or write, though.”  

“Oh, well... that’s not good,” Izuku swallowed, and it was clear that he was putting it lightly. For better or worse, this country, Japan, was your home now. You were kind of screwed if you didn’t have the ability to grasp written forms of communication.  

Izuku pursed his lips, clearly lost in thought, then grabbed a blank piece of paper and placed it front of you. He’d brought some pencils as well.

“Try writing your name,” he suggested. “If you were able to understand our language just by being exposed to it, maybe it’s the same with reading and writing too. Maybe it’ll come to you much quicker than you think.”  

You decided there was no harm in trying, so you did just that.  

“This is how you write my name,” you smiled proudly, lifting up the paper so that Izuku could see it better. 

Regretfully, he just looked even more worried than before. “I-I’ve definitely never seen anything like this before,” he stammered. “I’m pretty sure there’s no language like this anywhere on Earth. Then again, I guess that’s not surprising, since you’re literally from a whole different world...”  

You frowned, then took another peek back at the contact Izuku had saved on your phone. No matter how hard you tried, you failed to understand how the symbols he’d inputted were meant to translate. You were lucky to have grasped the spoken language right away, otherwise you would’ve probably been speaking in gibberish on the streets and people would have thought you were insane. Unfortunately, as for reading and writing, it looked like you were going to have to learn it the hard way.

“I’ll do my best to teach you the basics,” Izuku reassured. “But, um... while you’re here, I think it’d be good to consider going to school. You’ll learn everything you need there. And there’s a limit to what I can teach you all on my own.”  

“School sounds fun,” you beamed. 

“Have you been to school before?”  

“Not really. My parents hired various tutors to teach me academics back at home.”  

“R-Right. I guess royalty have a different way of doing things. But,” he perked up, “I’m sure you probably received a really solid education, so you’ll have no trouble picking things up here. It might seem intimidating at first, but you’re smart, [Name]. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.”  

“How do you know that I’m smart?” you asked.  

“Well... aren’t you?”  

“Am I?”  

You both stared at each other for a good while. Clearly, this was a stalemate.  

“Anyways!” Izuku continued. “I’m going to start with the foundation of all the basics. And you can learn to write your name while we’re doing this. It’ll be a good first step.”  

You gripped your pencil tight and nodded, eager to learn. 

Japanese was hard. Actually, you supposed you should say that learning a new language from scratch was hard in and of itself, but based on what Izuku had told you, Japanese was one of the most difficult languages to learn in this world—especially for a non-native speaker.

So, yeah. That was great.  

Even so, you weren’t deterred in the slightest. It wasn’t like there was much you could do about it, after all. Moving to a different country all of a sudden certainly wasn’t an option, plus, you weren’t willing to sever your connection with Izuku either. This was your home now, and you had a good feeling about this place. You just needed to put in the effort to make it your own. 

Izuku did what he could to teach you, but attending school was obviously the most efficient approach. Actually getting into school, however, was a different matter altogether. You’d initially been thinking that your stay with Izuku would be a temporary one, but you were already afraid of being separated from him. You didn’t know what you would do if you were left alone. Teenagers like you weren’t allowed to live on their own, so most likely, you would end up being placed in an orphanage since no one was around to take care of you.  

Frankly speaking, you hated the thought of that, so you decided to pull out all the stops and come clean to Inko. 

“I’m from a different world,” you blurted all too suddenly over dinner. Izuku’s food quite literally fell out of his mouth from shock, and Inko gave you a funny look, although she didn’t seem too worked up over it. She probably just thought you were saying silly things as a joke. 

“Is this some sort of reference I’m not getting?” she frowned.  

“N-No,” you said sheepishly. “I’m really telling the truth. I didn’t want you to try and contact the police or anything because I don’t even have a family to return to. At least, not in this world. I ended up here one day, and Izuku was nice enough to help me out when I had nowhere to go. I was thinking of keeping this a secret because I figured I would only be staying here for a little while... but I’m honestly scared to leave. I don’t know where I’ll go.” 

Inko probably still didn’t believe you, but her expression seemed more solemn now.  

“[Name],” she said gently. “What’s going on at home? You can tell me. No matter what it is, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe.” 

Ah. She still thought you came from a complicated family, and probably assumed you didn’t want to go back home to be around your parents. If you went with that story, though, at some point, you worried she really would get the authorities involved. 

No. Even if it was a long-shot, you needed to convince her. She was Izuku’s mom, and he already knew your secret. You just hoped that even though she was an adult, she wouldn’t dismiss you as some troubled teen making up excuses.  

“[Name], wait,” Izuku mumbled, but you’d already stepped out of your chair and begun moving closer to Inko. 

She watched, looking confused beyond measure, as you opened up your mouth and revealed your teeth, which sharpened into fangs. You knew it would probably take more than this to convince her, but it was a start, at least.  

“I’m a vampire,” you said. “I need to drink blood to survive. My world is very different from this one, filled with all kinds of creatures and different species that don’t exist over here.”  

Inko swallowed uncomfortably. “[Name], I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but I really, really want you to be honest with me. You don’t need to make up stories. What exactly is going on with you and your family?”  

“I wish it was a story,” you sighed heavily. “My parents aren’t with me. They’re back in my old world. Vampires like me are pretty strong and heal quickly too. Don’t you think it’s weird how fast my injuries healed up? I got hurt pretty bad, two days in a row, but I’m already as good as new.”  

Instead of giving you a direct answer, Inko glanced towards her son, who had gone awfully quiet.  

“Izuku,” she frowned. She seemed to be searching his expression for some sort of explanation. “[Name], what is she—?”  

“She’s telling the truth,” Izuku mumbled. “Mom, I know it all sounds super ridiculous, but I don’t like to lie to you. [Name] doesn’t even know how to read or write. Not just in Japanese, but in any language, for that matter. She has no clue about how technology works either. You could ask her when the second World War took place, or even what it is, and she wouldn’t have a clue.”

Inko’s bottom lip trembled. “What the... t-this is all sounding very strange, you two. Izuku! Are you sure your friend is alright? This a serious matter, so I’m begging you, don’t play games with me.”  

“It’s not a game, mom. We’re serious.” 

“About vampires? But that’s just not possible.”  

“I could show you if you want,” you offered. “Izuku’s let me drink his blood before, back when I really needed it.”  

Oops. Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to a mother, especially when it involved her own son, but Izuku backed up your statement with a hasty nod—all the while blushing profusely. 

“My parents don’t exist in this world,” you continued, looking a bit more dejected now. “I promise I’m not lying. I didn’t even know about Quirks or any of that until Izuku explained them to me. You could call just about all the police in the country, but I can guarantee that nobody will be able to register me anywhere. It’s a crazy situation, and I know how it sounds, but it is the truth.”

She’d gone completely silent, and you were actually a bit worried that she was going to turn you in and have you committed to some sort of mental institution, but thankfully, Inko really was Izuku’s mom. She was kind to a fault.  

Her shoulders sagged. “Goodness... I-I don’t even know what to say. Okay, then. Let’s say for the sake of argument that I believe you. I would still want some sort of proof.”

“Hm... you could wait it out for a little while and see how close I’ll get to dying if I don’t drink any blood?”

Both Inko and Izuku stared back at you in abject terror. Okay, so that suggestion was a dud.  

“I could hurt myself really bad and then show you how quickly I heal up once I do drink blood?”  

Strange. They didn’t seem too keen on that one either.  

“In that case, I’m fresh out of ideas,” you shrugged.  

“Mom, we’re really telling the truth,” Izuku insisted. “I don’t even know if it can really be proven, but [Name] knows nothing about our world. It just doesn’t seem like something that would be possible unless she wasn’t actually from here. She has nowhere to go. If you call the cops, social services, or whatever... she’ll be alone. And afraid. And I really don’t want that for her."

Inko stared at you for a few good moments. Out of nowhere, she gripped you by the shoulders and squeezed down tight.  

“I’ll only ask this one more time,” she said sternly. “Your family... they haven’t done anything to make you too afraid to go back home? Enough that you would make up a crazy story like this to convince me to let you stay?”  

You smiled. “Nope. I’m not scared of my parents. I can’t say they’re as nice as you, but I didn’t leave home voluntarily. One day, I’m going to find a way to get back to my world, no matter what it takes.”  

Inko let out a shuddering breath. “It... really doesn’t look like you’re lying. At the very least, I can’t see it in your eyes. Or maybe you’re just a terribly good liar and have me completely fooled. Oh, alright. If you really have nowhere else to go, and since you’re the first friend Izuku’s had in a long time... then, yes. You can keep staying here with us.”  

It hardly took a second for you and Izuku to break out into cheers. 

“Yes!” you exclaimed, rushing towards your friend and wrapping him in a big hug. He reacted with a nervous little squeak and a bright red flush, the way he always did, but he too seemed to share your enthusiasm. “We get to stay together,” you grinned. “I don’t have to leave and find somewhere else to live! I’m so happy!” 

“Y-Yeah!” he beamed back. “This is great news! Thank you so much, mom! Thank you for helping us out.”  

Inko smiled warmly. “It was worth it just to see the looks on your faces, if nothing else. I still don’t even know what I believe... but I can tell [Name] is a good girl. For now, that’s more than enough.”  

“Oh, right,” Izuku blinked in realization. “She needs to attend school. That’s the whole reason she wanted to tell you the truth. If she goes to school with me, she can learn a whole lot more about our world this way. I’m trying to teach her as much as I can, but it’s harder than I expected.” 

“School? Well, I can try enrolling her into your middle school, but I’m pretty sure I’d have to be her legal guardian for that to work.” Inko nibbled on her lower lip. “It’ll be difficult to obtain those documents, especially if there’s no record of [Name] to begin with. I’m not sure how it’ll go.”

“It’s worth a shot,” you grinned, completely unbothered.  

You were on cloud nine right now, and it was going to be damn hard to dash your spirits. Which was why, the very next day, you dressed up all pretty in one of your new outfits and made a prompt visit to Izuku’s middle school, which you would hopefully be attending soon.

Both Inko and Izuku had come along with you, naturally, and you found yourself face to face with the school’s principal.  

Currently, he was staring down at your admission documents with a puzzled expression. “Different last name, I see. Mrs. Midoriya, do you have legal guardianship of this child?”

“N-Not yet,” Inko stammered out. “But she’s been staying at our home for the last little while. I can provide proof of our living conditions, and she’s been properly taken care of.” 

“Well, can you get in contact with the child’s family?”

“My whole family’s dead,” you chimed in—a bit too eagerly, perhaps. “Izuku and his mom are, um... very, very, very distant friends of one of my late relatives, so they took me in.”

The principal gave you a look of disbelief. “Uh-huh. Well, my hands are tied here. It sounds like a complicated situation, but I can’t very well allow someone to enroll a child that they don’t have legal custody of. Sort out the matter in court first, and try to transfer in later.”

From what Izuku had told you, these legal matters could take a long time, and quite frankly, you didn’t feel like waiting. There was also the issue of getting other people involved. You didn’t need anyone poking their nose into your business and realizing how many things about you just didn’t add up. It would raise a whole lot of undue suspicion. Worst case scenario, the authorities would take you away from Izuku by force.

There was no chance you were going to let that happen. But thankfully, you had an idea.  

Admittedly, a reckless one.

You turned towards Izuku and Inko with a smile. “Do you two mind waiting outside for a minute? I just want to try and talk to this nice man on my own.”

“Sorry, kid,” the principal sighed. “No matter what you say to me, my answer will be the same. I’m not looking to get in trouble with the law.”

Your smile didn’t drop, and although Izuku and Inko were staring at you with visible confusion, you still gestured for them to leave the room first.

Once you were finally alone with the principal, you leaned across the desk. “Sorry about this,” you mumbled quietly.  

“Huh? What are you—?”  

You grabbed him by the arm before he could get a proper reply out, then sunk your fangs into his skin. He briefly yelped out from the pain, of course, but you didn’t drink very much blood from him. You didn’t need a lot. After all, you had a different purpose in mind.

“You’re crazy,” he winced. “Absolutely crazy. I’m really going to call the police now.”  

“Don’t you dare,” you ordered, and the man’s hand dropped right as he reached for his phone. You could feel your head throbbing, the way it always did when you tried to use this technique, but at least it seemed to be working. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” you smiled. “You’re going to let me attend this school, and the same class as Izuku, too. You’re not going to stir up a fuss and demand that Inko shows you the paperwork, and you’re also not going to tell anyone about what just happened. You’re going to forget I ever bit you, actually. All you need to do is approve my enrollment, and that’s that.”  

You snapped your fingers, and just like that, the hypnosis came undone.  

“W-What?” he blinked, glancing all over the place in confusion. “I was just... what did I...?”  

“You were just about to celebrate the fact that I’m starting classes tomorrow,” you beamed. “Right?”  

He stared at you for a few moments, with a vague look of understanding, but eventually nodded his head, suddenly much more sure of himself.

“Oh, yes!” he beamed. “That’s right. [Last Name][Name]… ah, perfect. Yes, it looks like everything I need is in order. And you can start classes as early as tomorrow, you said?”  

“Yep! I’m super excited to meet everyone and make tons of friends!”  

“That’s a good attitude to have. I’m thrilled to welcome you to your new school, [Name]. I’m sure the other members of our faculty will feel the same way once they find out.”  

“Awesome! I’ll get plenty of sleep tonight, so that I can be ready for school bright and early,” you grinned. “Thanks so much for everything, Mr. Nice Principal. It was lovely to meet you!”

The principal chuckled softly and waved you off, up until you left his office. Only once the door fully shut did he allow himself to wince, then rolled up his sleeve and furrowed his brows in confusion. 

“Are these... bite marks? How in the world...” 

Back on your side of the door, Izuku was all over you, fretting incessantly. “[N-Name], are you okay? It sounded like he got angry with you for a moment... we thought we heard yelling. As expected, it’s a no-go, huh?”  

“What are you talking about? He approved my admission.” 

“Eh?”

Both Izuku and Inko were staring at you in bewilderment. Your head was still aching quite a bit, and it would probably continue to do so for a little while, but it was worth it. You normally hated putting people under the effects of your hypnosis after drinking some of their blood. It felt like a slimy thing to do, and it kind of was, but you really wanted to go to school with Izuku. It was just this one time. Just this once.

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned. “I have my ways.”

You said that, but you’d been lucky that it had even worked, since you weren’t very good at using hypnosis to begin with. Maybe this was fate, though. There was that saying that everything happened for a reason, after all.  

Izuku peered over at you while you walked through the halls, his eyes slowly narrowing. “Um... [Name]. That’s not blood on your lips... is it?”

“Hehe. Oopsie.”  

“What did you do?!”  

It wasn’t at all uncommon that Katsuki found himself in a bad mood, but he’d been in an especially bad mood these past couple of days.  

And it was all your damn fault.  

Finding out that Izuku had somehow made a friend was already irritating enough, but to make matters even worse, you’d gotten on his damn nerves and challenged him to a fight. A fight that hadn’t gone as planned, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d underestimated you. Clearly, you were a lot stronger than you looked, which begged the question as to why you hung out with that goddamn loser. 

Then again, you seemed to be one hell of a weirdo yourself. Katsuki still shuddered every now and then when he remembered the way you’d greedily slurped up his blood. Seriously, who did that?  

My shitty mom screamed at me for hours after I got back home looking all beat-up like that... fucking hell. If I ever see that bitch again, I’m gonna make her regret messing with me.  

Katsuki rubbed at his bruised face and grimaced. Class was as damn boring as always, and it didn’t help that he could see that shitty nerd fidgeting in his seat out of the corner of his eye. What the hell did he have to be so restless about? It was fucking creepy.

“Ahem,” the teacher said, clearing his throat all of a sudden. “It’s a bit unexpected during this time of year, but I’d like to take a moment to introduce a new student to our class. Everyone please be sure to give her a warm welcome. You can come in now, by the way!”  

The door slid open, and Katsuki yawned loudly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. As if he could care less about whichever extra was joining the class. 

“Hi, everyone!” 

Katsuki’s eyes widened. That voice. He knew that voice.  

A pathetic wheeze left his mouth, and he couldn’t help the way his jaw dropped nearly all the way to the ground. There was no way. There was just no way.  

And yet there you were, grinning and waving at everyone, with so much as a care in the world.  

It was only until your eyes locked with his that your expression changed, but it didn’t shift into discomfort or fear.  

Instead, you openly smirked at him.

“You fucking bitch!” Katsuki roared, slamming his palms down on the table loud enough that everyone turned their heads.  

The teacher gave him a cross look. “Come on, Bakugou. Let’s not start this early in the morning. Be nice to your new classmate.”

“That’s right,” you kept on smirking. “I’m excited to be friends with everyone, including you. Don’t you feel the same way?”  

Katsuki officially had a new person on his shit list.

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[mitsua]

WORDS AIN'T ENOUGH

synopsis: izuku with an s/o who places little notes saying cheesy things every now and then (0.32k)

he really appreciates and when his mind considers the thought of doing the same for you, he's already with his pen on hand.

if you come up with lines that would even the most serious person cringe, he'd laugh at it but still take every compliment to heart, after all, he really cherishes everything you do and say for and to him.

well, now he has his post-its and a black pen... what can he write?

yes, it's difficult for him to find what to say, there's simply so much!

because of this, what he thought would only be a couple of post-its with simple love lines converts into a five page essay of all the reasons he loves you—there's more, but his hand started to hurt.

he decides to give you the letter himself and explain ramble—that he wanted to reciprocate your little notes but it turned out like this and he feels like he destroyed the whole purpose of the reminders you wrote down for him to look at everyday and make him smile like only you know how to and—at this point you caught what he was trying to say and chose to make stop his wandering with a kiss to his lips. izuku immediately shut up and melt into it, giving you a sheepish smile once you separated, looking to the letter still in his scarred hands.

you tell him there's no problem with the way he decided to reply to your notes, that, moreover, you think he did it even better. opting to clarify that the whole purpose was to remember him some traits of him you loved the most or just make him smile.

after this, everytime he read a note from you, he made sure he'd give you lots of cuddles when he was with you and keep it in a box you gifted him with a present of your first anniversary together, along with the others.

still, expect to receive a whole-heartedly written letter from him on special occasions!

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[luviisabella]

Bakugou loves when you hold onto his biceps. It’s so intimate, even when it’s not sexually.

He used to HATE the winter but when he realized you had a higher tendency to cling onto him and squeeze his bicep so tight he began to grow fond of the season.

Or when you two would go out for hero awards and while walking on the red carpet you’d happily hold onto him and have the biggest smile. Proud of both of you for making it so far and being so lucky.

God what you do to him.

But his favorite thing by far… is when you’re crying and you just let him wrap you up. Letting his arms cage you in and now it’s just the comfort of reminding you that while he may be strong, for you, he knows how to be gentle. 🧡

[shouyuus]

completely pussydrunk!hawks who can barely control himself when he's fucking you, groans and grunts and makes the most incoherent noises when he's thrusting into you, pushing you in half so hard that that you can feel the backs of your legs straining, your knees pressing against your shoulders, toes curling, his eyes half-hooded and just so full of hearts, pupils so dilated you don't even know if he can see properly, bending down to lick at the sweat on the side of your neck, making you squirm and twist at the sensation, heat flooding in your tummy he way he mouths at your like a debased, starving man.

"ke-keigo don't --"

"d-don't? don't what?"

"'s gross -- a-ah fuck --"

"gross? nah --" he licks his lips, bends down, grins all lopsided and smitten, fingers digging into your thighs as he slows down his thrusts ever so slightly, his cheeks pink from the exertion, wings ruffling behind him, red feathers everywhere -- "nothin' bout you's gross, dove -- nothin' got it?"

he groans, letting his head drop into the crook of your neck; you can feel him trembling as he continues to rut down into you, his pace getting sloppy and desperate, his breath hot and wet and needy.

"could eat you up -- kiss every inch of you, wanna taste every part of you, yeah? fuck so pretty for me -- so wet -- fuck fuck fuck --" rambling to himself as his thrusts get all shallow, moaning about the taste of you on his tongue.

and after he's finally filled you up (multiple times, mind you), he turns to you, breathless, his chest heaving, brushes a few sweaty strands of hair from your face and says --

"i meant what i said... nothing about you is gross to me, and i'll fuck you till you remember it, yeah?"

[kateschi]

between bites and blushes

synopsis: class 1-a speculates about your secret relationship. as the teasing continues, a small slip reveals the truth, leaving everyone stunned—and katsuki annoyed.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

class 1-a buzzes with speculation as you sit among your classmates in the common room, a warm lunch spread out before you.

whispers ripple through the table, each voice eager to share their theories about your love life. you smile, pretending not to notice the heightened interest.

“who do you think y/n is dating?” kirishima asks, leaning forward with a bright smile. “I mean, she���s been acting kind of secretive lately.”

“yeah, and she never talks about him,” kaminari adds, his eyes wide with curiosity. “it’s gotta be someone from a different class, right?”

midoriya furrows his eyebrows. “maybe it’s someone in class 1-b? I’ve seen her talking to some of them during training.”

you chuckle softly to yourself. you’ve been keeping your relationship with katsuki under wraps, wanting to enjoy it without the pressure of everyone’s scrutiny.

as if sensing their curiosity, katsuki sits down beside you, his presence immediate and commanding. he slams his tray on the table, causing a small shake, and grabs his bowl of spicy ramen.

“what are you losers even yammering about?” he asks.

“oh, just talking about y/n’s mystery boyfriend!” kaminari blurts out, his grin mischievous. “you know, the one she’s too secretive to talk about!”

katsuki narrows his eyes, looking between you and kaminari, as if he’s weighing how much to care. you can’t help but smile at the situation.

“you guys should really focus on your training instead of my dating life,” you say lightly, enjoying the way katsuki shifts slightly in his seat, the faintest hint of annoyance crossing his features.

after a few minutes of banter, katsuki pushes his ramen aside to make room for dessert—an assortment of mochi he’d been saving.

you watch as kaminari, with his usual absent-mindedness, leans over to grab a spoonful of katsuki’s ramen while katsuki’s attention is diverted.

“hey, what are you doing?” you call out, but it’s too late.

kaminari shovels the food into his mouth, a blissful look on his face. the moment he registers what he’s just done, his eyes widen in horror. “uh, oh...”

katsuki whips around, his expression darkening as he realizes his precious ramen has been tampered with. “hey! what the hell did you just do?” he roars, a vein in his forehead twitching with irritation.

kaminari’s face pales. “I-I thought it was just a taste! it looked really good!”

“looks good? you think that gives you the right to just take my food?” katsuki yells, rising from his seat, quirk already sparking at his fingertips.

the common room goes silent, all eyes glued to the impending chaos. kirishima grabs kaminari’s arm, pulling him back instinctively. “dude, you might want to apologize before he goes off!”

kaminari stammers, “I-I’m sorry! it was an accident!”

katsuki marches over, and in a flurry of furious energy, he pushes kaminari back, delivering a quick, sharp punch to his shoulder. “next time, ask before you eat something that isn’t yours, you dumbass!”

the rest of the class watches in a mix of awe and nervousness as kaminari scrambles to defend himself, stumbling back to his seat, where he winces in exaggerated pain.

“man, you really care about your food, huh?” kirishima laughs nervously, though the humor is tinged with apprehension. “I wouldn’t want to be on your bad side!”

katsuki grumbles something unintelligible, his gaze shifting back to you. you can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation.

days pass, and the class is still buzzing with excitement over kaminari’s mishap. speculation over your love life continues to swirl, but you remain tight-lipped, enjoying the mystery and the quiet joy of your relationship with katsuki.

then, one day, as you sit in the common room with katsuki, you eye his leftovers sitting on the coffee table. he’s absorbed in a training video, and you can’t resist the temptation.

you reach over and take a bite of his remaining ramen, savoring the rich flavors.

katsuki glances over. “y/n,” he warns.

you flash him a playful grin. “just having a little taste! you don’t mind, do you?”

his expression softens slightly, and he shakes his head. “if you’re hungry then just tell me, so I can make you more.”

you grin, warmth flooding through you at his casual offer. “aww, you’d do that?”

“of course! just don’t go stealing my food like some idiot,” he replies, crossing his arms, but there’s a softness in his tone that makes you smile.

just then, the rest of class 1-a filters into the room, their curious eyes darting between you and katsuki.

kaminari, still nursing his bruised pride, can’t help but speak up. “so, you’re not gonna beat her up for eating your food?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.

katsuki looks at him, utterly perplexed. “what kind of jackass beats up his girlfriend?” he retorts, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance.

a heavy silence descends over the room, the weight of his words hanging in the air. your classmates exchange stunned glances, eyes wide with disbelief.

the realization hits them like a wave, each one processing the implication of katsuki's casual admission.

“oh, that’s why you’ve been in a good mood lately—” midoriya blurts out, his eyes going wide with understanding.

katsuki’s face flushes, and he instinctively pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as if to shield you from their astonished gazes.

“stay out of our business!” he yells, then he points at midoriya, “especially you!”

the room erupts into a flurry of shocked voices, each member of class 1-a grappling with the sudden revelation. uraraka’s mouth drops open in disbelief. “wait, you guys are actually together?!”

kirishima’s grin grows even wider, and he nudges katsuki’s arm playfully. “dude, that’s awesome! I didn’t see that coming!”

you can’t help but laugh at the chaos, your heart swelling with affection for katsuki. you think that that nobody is noticing that katsuki’s hands are crackling, and that his eyes are picking his targets.

you figure that you won’t tell them, since, hey, good chaos is healthy every once in a while.

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[sensitivepluto]

On the Down-low

Short & Sweet - Day 3: Secret Meeting

Touya Todoroki x Gn!Reader

[TW]: injury & care, cursing, pet names, Touya Todoroki in general

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After those texts you'd rushed to his place immediately, your first aid kit in hand. As annoyed as he made you, the wound he shared with you didn't look good. You'd never admit it to him, but his dangerous lifestyle often had you lying awake at night with worry.

When you finally made your way up the fire escape to his window, you rapped your knuckles against the cold glass. And then after a few moments you did it again...and again. Why wasn't he answering? Did he pass out? Maybe you should go around to the-

You watched as a shirtless Touya stumbled to the window and opened it haphazardly for you. By the time you'd wiggled yourself in he was already collapsed face down on his old creaky bed.

"Touya..." you sighed, unhappy that he'd gotten himself injured again.

"I don't want to hear another lecture, doll. Can you help or no?" He grumbled. "Also stop calling me that. It's Dabi now and you know it."

A disapproving hum left your lips and you joined him on the bed. Of course you knew what he was doing was all a means to an end, but it didn't mean you approved of it. Especially since all he was doing was injuring himself.

Trying not to waste anymore time, you took a look at his back. The gash was worse than the picture he sent you told. A deep gash spread across his back, starting at the shoulder and cutting diagonally to his hip. You lightly touched at either sides of the wound, inspecting the inflamed skin. It definitely needed stitching

No words were shared between the two of you for quite some time. You unpacked your first aid kit for alcohol and cotton rounds. The kit wasn't much, but it was what you had. You soaked the pad in alcohol before positioning yourself over Dabi.

"This is going to sting." You warned before delicately running the pad over his back. The man hissed in pain, causing you to hesitate. You worked as fast as you could, cleaning the wound and prepping it to be closed.

"Jesus fuck..." He growled. It made your heart ache to watch him in pain, but it needed to be done. You reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his stapler and a row of staples. If you weren't so engrossed in your task, maybe you would have noticed Dabi staring you down. Most of his face tucked into his arm. His eyes were half-lidded as he watched you prep his stapler, your faced scrunched in focus.

"Okay, are you ready for the staples?" You asked, finally catching his eyes with your own. He held your gaze for a moment before looking off lazily.

"Go for it, doll." You nodded and adjusted yourself back over him, steadying yourself. Of course you'd helped him with his staples in the past, but no matter how many times you did it left you uneasy. Nonetheless you took a deep breath and started.

Click...one...Click...two...Click...three.

Twenty. It took twenty staples to finally close the wound. You were amazed that Dabi took it without a word. Maybe a hiss or a grunt in tender areas, but otherwise completely silent.

A thought overtook your brain while you cleaned up your mess. The many cotton pads littering the bed, as well as searching for a gauze wrap for Dabi - of course you never found one. All the while, his gaze studied you.

"So why was it you wanted me to sneak in again?" You questioned, your back turned to him. The thought on your mind finally in the open. He rolled his eyes at the question.

"Didn't want to get the league involved." He posed. You turned to look at him with question in your eyes.

"What do you mean 'get them involved?' They've seen you injured before, no?" The man grunted and pushed himself up to sit on the bed.

"Doesn't matter..." He trailed off, not making eye contact with you. You thought for a moment and rounded the bed, coming closer to him.

"Unless..." You teased. "You simply just wanted me to take care of you." The statement sat in the air between you. He looked at you with those lazy, piercing blue eyes. "Am I right?" You pressed.

Dabi rolled his eyes once more. "Don't test me, sweetheart." He warned. You feigned offense.

"Oh no? I guess I'll just leave you alone then. Go on home." You turned to leave dramatically, but his hand caught your wrist in an instant. Dabi pulled you in so you were face to face with him.

"You are not going anywhere tonight, doll." A dangerous smirk pulled on his lips. And you smiled at the implication. It was going to be a long night.

[inumkii]

hii when u have the time can u pls do a roommate au with hitoshi or denki?? u can choose fic or smau, whatever’s easiest! and nws if u can’t/don’t wanna do this rec!! xx

talk too much

denki kaminari x reader texts

daily texts between you and your roommate denki

EEEE thank you smmm for the request!!!!! i initially started writing some stuff for hitoshi but i got carried away writing denki so im sorry about that….. i have a few ideas for shinsou,, maybe i’ll come back to him another day

[kebma]

“katsuki bakugo.”

you glare at him as soon as you enter the living room. he startles slightly and furrows his brows to match your scowl.

“the hell do you want? what are you comin’ in here screaming for?”

you pout at him and cross your arms.

“you know exactly what you did.”

he groans and stands up, dropping his phone on the couch as he goes over to you. you let out a huff and turn away from him causing him to roll his eyes. within seconds you’re being lifted off your feet.

“wha- hey! put me down you jerk!”

“not till ya tell me what’s got you all worked up, pretty.”

you can feel the grin on his lips as he nuzzles into your neck, placing kisses along your pulse line. katsuki knows he’s won when you sigh and go limp in his arms.

“you didn’t kiss me goodbye this morning… you hate me,” you conclude. he headbutts you softly.

“stop saying dumb shit,” he presses a gentle to kiss to your temple, “you know damn well how much i love you.”

you slide out of his arms and turn to face him, pout still on your face.

“well your lack of kisses this morning says otherwise.”

“i kissed you this morning as soon as we woke up,” he says with a smirk, arms coming to wrap around your waist and pulling you close.

“yeah that was my good morning kiss, i need my goodbye kiss too, dummy,” you state. he gives you an unimpressed look and you return it with a grin.

katsuki rolls his eyes again.

“you’re right, i shoulda known,” he says sarcastically, but there’s no real venom in his voice.

“mhm,” you agree, pecking his nose, “now you know for future reference. i need a good morning kiss, then a breakfast kiss, then a getting ready kiss… probably a few kisses in between them all too… and then right before you leave, i need my good bye kiss.”

he snorts.

“any kisses you’re forgettin’?”

“hmmm… probably my i’m sorry that i missed my good morning kiss kiss.”

he grins.

“that i can do.”

[startaee]

obsessed w the idea of being close to katsuki's mom. you're just yoga friends or jogging buddies, so when he groggily walks into the kitchen on that saturday morning, to find you in your cute coord set, eagerly watching mitsuki make that healthy drink she was telling you about all morning, he's stunned.

all he can see is your side profile. lips parted in awe as your eyes are wide and glimmering with curiosity. and he thinks you look absolutely adorable with the little fat under your chin, he thinks it compliments your soft jawline. and he's about to think more, but then you turn around to face him, with a smile that just knocks every thought right outta his goddamn head.

pt.2

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