#but that's what happens when you have a first christmas at UA

[i-amm-mj]

Anything for you - Katsuki Bakugo x Afab!Reader

A/N: This work was inspired by this request that i couldn´t accomplished 2 months ago due to a lot thing that happened to me in that period, but here it is now, and i hope this is of the liking of anyone who reads it. Specially, the person that send it. :)

Angst to Fluff to Comfort.

Warnings: mentions of non consensual sex with a past partner, mentions of consensual sex with current partner, mentions of drugs, mentions of symptoms of PTSD. READ UNDER YOUR RESPONSABILITY.

Words: 2k

No proofread so it might have some errors hahaha :p

It happened when you were 17 years old, almost 6 years ago. He was your first boyfriend, and it was the very first time you had a sexual encounter. To be honest, you don´t even remember how it happened, you just remember the tears your eyes spilled while begging him to stop, the way your body just froze, and how your mind shut down to protect you from more damage besides the one it was suffering. You were an UA student at the time, and the man that ruined your life an ex-classmate from your old school who you happened to know since childhood.

"Is it Christmas already?" a hoarse voice said behind you and your body automatically tense after recognizing it “Look what a cutie you turn out to become” it continued to speak in a flirty tone. You didn’t turn, you were in panic.

You and Katsuki had had a date that morning and you needed to buy some ingredients before getting back home to make dinner together. But your boyfriend had left to go to the bathroom just 5 minutes before it all happened. To this moment your life had been better than you ever imagine. You had a strong and handsome boyfriend who you recently moved in with; you accomplished your dream of becoming a hero and you were improving yourself constantly in every aspect of your life. So, this had to be a sick joke, right?  

“Hey, look at me!” the man forced you to turn around. You could have punch him, break his arm or something for the matter, you were a pro hero for God´s sake… but in that moment you couldn´t react, your body was afraid of moving “I heard you are dating Dynamight” he smirked “Is he enjoying my leftovers? I bet he is. You are a sweet little thing anyways.” Your eyes opened in terror, you didn´t know what to do, how to react.

“Leave me alone… please” you almost beg with watery eyes.

“Awn, are you going to cry? Weren´t you a strong hero? I think you are more like a fragile doll.” He mocked.

“Stop.” You murmured “please. Just let me go.” you were crying at this point.

“But we are just starting, pretty” the man pushed you towards the shelves, trapping you with his body. He bent over with a twisted smile and tried to reach your lips, but then a muscular arm shoved the man and made him fall on his arm.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing!?” the loud voice of Katsuki resonated along the market “Who the fuck do you think you are to lay a finger on her, huh!?” with heavy and long strides your boyfriend was on top of the man in less than a second, holding him by the shirt. He had a murderous expression on his face.

“Katsuki…” your voice was weak, you were shaking.

“Are you ok, princess?” Katsuki asked in a sweet and gentle tone without taking his eyes from the man whining of terror under him. You nodded even when he couldn´t see you.

“I wasn´t doing anything, dude” the man said with panic in his voice “She´s an old friend and I just wanted to say hello.”     

“You don´t need to be that close just to say hello…” Katsuki growled. And due to the loud voice of your boyfriend, other costumers started to accumulate around you three. If some customer took a picture or a video of what was happening and share it on social media, the career of Katsuki would be fucked. The press and his haters on social media were looking for an excuse to talk shit about him anytime given, and it was obvious that they weren´t going to take the time to investigate what was really going on. So, struggling to put yourself together you decided to act. You reached for your boyfriend´s hand, helped him to get up, and got out of the store the faster your trembling knees allowed you to.

The tension in the ride home was more than evident. Of course, Katsuki wasn´t mad at you, but he wasn´t happy either. He had a lot of things to ask you, but he couldn´t pressure you. He didn´t want to put you into more stress. Not after how you reacted to that jerk. He couldn´t comprehend. You were one of the best at martial arts of the heroes he knew, so that man had to be someone you were painfully scared of. A bully maybe? He tsked. That was plausible, you always have been sweet, and to be honest, a little naïve in your younger years.

When you entered the shared apartment, your nervousness took the better of you, and you ran to the bathroom with the excuse of feeling tired and the need of taking a shower before going to bed. Katsuki wasn´t a fool and you knew it, but you didn’t have the energy nor the courage to be confronted about what happened at the store just yet. Katsuki let you be for the moment. You´d open up to him later, you had to if you wanted to maintain the kind relationship you two had.

You love Katsuki, a lot. You could even say that you´ve never loved anyone like that before. That didn’t mean that you were that experience at the romantic department, because you only had two boyfriends besides him: Shinso and Yo, but to be honest, even when you loved each of them, you never felt the connection you had with Katsuki. If soulmates were real, you were sure he was yours, and you will do everything in your power to stay with him for as long as he wanted you to. It was that, right now… you just wanted to cry, and you didn’t want Katsuki to see you like that… You thought that therapy had helped, that it was just a bad experience and that you wouldn´t let it get in your way… that you had get over it and put it in the back of your mind so it would never bother you again, but you were wrong. That voice, that smell, that presence was… terrifying. 

Once you opened the shower, you let yourself being engulfed by the warm of the water and let your eyes spill the pain your soul and heart were holding. Bakugo could hear your crying clearly from the outside, and he would be lying if he didn´t had the instinct to run inside the bathroom and held you the better he can. His heart was suffering seeing you suffering. He couldn´t help but feeling enraged at himself for not being able to help you. The love of his life was in pain because of something an asshole has done to her in the past and he wasn´t there to protect you.

You were calmer right now. You´d cried enough and were ready lo leave the bathroom and face your boyfriend. You thought he was going to be waiting for you sitting on the edge of the bed to confront you about what happened a few hours ago, but he wasn´t there.

“Kats?” you asked peeking your head through the door.

“Kitchen!” he answered. You smiled and let your feet guide you to him.

“Hey…” you murmured. Your boyfriend was making dinner himself. He glanced to you over his shoulder and smiled “I thought we were gonna cook together.”

 “It´s ok, you can rest.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You knew that once he had decided something you could never change his mind, so you decided the wiser and made yourself comfortable on the couch in front of the TV. And after a couple of minutes scrolling aimlessly through Netflix, you decided on watching some new anime about zombies that has just been released. And when you pushed play, you felt the weight of your boyfriend sank besides you and his arm snake around your waist to pull you towards his chest. He then kissed your temple and let a deep sigh escape his chest. You knew what he was thinking about.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispered in the soft tone only you had been able to pull out of him.

“I love you too…” you answered with your eyes processing the images on the TV. Somehow the protagonist of the show reminded you of Izuku, you smiled softly.

“What is it?” he questioned.

“He reminds me of Izuku.” To that he let a giggle escape his mouth.

“You´re fucking right. He does looks and acts like Deku. Bet he is a loser too.”

“Hey, don´t be mean, I think he is cute” Bakugo groaned and raised a brow.

“You think Deku is cute? Seriously?”

“Well, yeah. He´s cute like a baby panda type of cute.”

“So, you are into nerds?” He said in disbelieved.

“Well, I´m into you.”

“I´m not a nerd.”

“I wasn´t the third place in grades at school.” You retorted while laughing.

“Oh, is that so?” he placed you on his lap with one swift movement.

“Katsuki!” you shrieked taken aback. You were now facing him. His face with a glint of joy and mischief on his features. “You could have injured me or something, you know?”

“I would never.” He spoke softly. His face turning into a sad expression. “I will kill myself before doing something that could hurt you.” You frowned. You knew exactly what was this about.

“That man…” you started, avoiding his eyes “He was my first boyfriend and my first sexual experience…” you stuttered, Katsuki adjusted his hands on your back so you could feel secure in his arms “I- I didn´t wanna do it, and he forced me to do it…” your eyes watered at the memory and the body of your boyfriend tensed, clenching his fist on your clothes unconsciously.

“What…?” his mind could not process the information properly.

“I begged him to stop, but he kept going.” You were crying at this point “I never said anything because I thought that no one would believe me, but… I took therapy and…” Katsuki wanted to murder him. Really. He was sure that it destiny put the bastard in front of him again, he wouldn´t let him go alive. But right now, he just wanted to comfort you “I´m sorry” you said weakly.

“For what?”

“Because I didn´t tell you…” you sobbed, and his hand landed softly on your cheek.  He brushed the tears away and with the softest voice he had ever spoken to you said “You have nothing to be sorry about. It wasn´t your fault. Thanks for sharing this with me.”

You embraced him, crying again but this time from happiness. The hand on your back held you close to his chest, while the other hand tried to sooth you, rubbing your back “It´s ok, love. I´m here. I´m never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.” You sat straight to look him in the eyes, and then you squished his cheeks on both your hands. “What the fuck!?” he opened his eyes in almost panic.

“You are so cute…” you said with the biggest smile he´s seen on you.

“No, I´m not, you idiot” he tried to defend himself but wasn´t really fighting you back.

“And you make so happy…” you whispered leaning towards him to give a kiss on the lips that he responded to almost instantly.   

After a couple of minutes, the soft kisses turned into passionate kisses, completely forgetting about the show you were watching, the food Katsuki was making or the entire world outside. He caressed your face with both his hands, whispering little I love you´s between kisses. You sighed, glad to be in love and being love by a man like Katsuki.

That night, after eating dinner and turning off the TV, he made love to you. The sweetest and softest way he could. Worshipping your body, kissing the bruises of the battle, holding your hands in his, making you cum like nobody else would. Just reminding you that he was by your side from now on and that he would never leave you alone.

This week was your first week off in months. No hero duty, no filling documents, no calls from the police station to arrest a villain, just pure laziness at home. You loved this way of living, but you missed the heat of your boyfriend besides you. Unfortunately, he was the head of his own agency with Kirishima and couldn´t have many vacations, at least no when he was on a big mission about a bunch of villains related with very dangerous drugs. And today was the day he was going to put them under arrest, so you took a rest from the anime you were watching to scroll through social media looking for any news about the case, and you find them a couple of minutes after.  

You sheepishly smiled to yourself when you caught a glimpse of the gorgeous scowl of your boyfriend in his winter hero suit while talking to the police. You had to admit that his serious expression was sexy. You continued to scroll in search for some good pictures of him to download, until a video of him manhandling a resisting man came up. Your eyes almost popped out of your skull when you recognized who it was.

You search for more information about the man and the reason of his detention and found out that he was being charged for possession and distribution of drugs, plus the aggression towards a hero. All of that could cost him at least 12 years in prison. As the hero you were yourself, and above all the girlfriend of Katsuki, you knew that it was all a lie. That your boyfriend had incriminated this man for what he did to you, and while a part of you was mad at him for use his authority for this, the other part was very pleased to see the bastard behind bars even when it wasn´t for the crime he must have been paying for.

You truly loved Katsuki and everything he could do for you…

[angy-grrr]

welcome back to me being pity. I don’t mind Izu///ocha* in fanon, there’s lots of cute content out there and they are adorable after all. I can’t not love them! However, when it comes to canon, and believing they have to be canon… i have issues with that. and when the justification this being a shonen manga and not focusing on love? Oh. That pisses me off.

There’s lots of shonen manga who are romantic comedies, slice of life, and in general just are about friendships and learning about feelings —but even when talking about just the typical popular shonen, this isn’t a good excuse for me.

There is no need to add 10 chapters about love in order to make it with a natural flow —small details are there for a reason! And I’m making a list of ways izu///ocha could have been developed easily without spending energy on it, using what its already in canon.

The end of the togachako fight, Himiko gets the All Might keychain, a symbol they both have shared to symbolize their crushes on Izuku and their unity in it. Instead of drawing her covering completely with her hand, show her giving it to Ochako, or already in her hand, not completely covered; this would express Himiko’s blessing and wish for Ochako to get to confess her feelings too. An “it’s your turn now, good luck!” moment. Bittersweet, tragic, but also would make it less wrong for her to say her feelings and date Izuku in the end -after all, it would be implied Himiko wanted that! But this way, covered and in Toga’s hand, the message is not clear (is she going to confess still? Or cover her feelings as they “died” with Himiko? I don’t believe she’s dead but shhhhh)

Mutual symbols. During the Christmas present exchange, they get each other’s, an All Might keychain and a bag of mochis, two things they personally like but gifted to other people, like the rest of class A. As we establish this keychain means “Deku-kun” to her and holds onto it, why not making mochis reappear more for Izuku? They are food, so he could have said “sharing mochis” as things you do with a boyfriend. Wouldn’t it be adorable he just said that without noticing that’s Ochako’s favorite thing? If we go further, maybe add a simple scene, where he thinks about how he wishes to share some with her, maybe during one of those calm moments before the war happened.

Have Izuku struggle a little when complimenting her when he thought she was talking badly about herself. If this is your crush, or person you are developing feelings for, how could you just be this confident about such embarrassing things, specially when you are already shy about love as a whole? Even him would know that’s embarrassing no matter how clueless he is for other things, so it would be better to have him struggle to say those things —looking at the floor, playing with his fingers, blushing. Typical Deku stuff, nothing new for his character, but it would confirm there’s something going on his side too that persists clearly even after the first war.

the hand holding; ochako grabbed his hand when they were bringing him back to UA and civilians were against it. It’s a way to comfort him, and tell him everything is going to be okay, he’s not alone. Even during that context, wouldn’t that be a bigger thing between crushes? After all, Deku blushed a lot in the beginning of the final war, when he was grabbed from where he was supposed to be and people he cares for are in the most dangerous situation of them all, why wouldn’t he blush if the girl he likes grabs his hand to support him?

Thinking about Himiko; a reason he could have not reacted is “well, this is the moment they are actually developing serious feelings for each other beyond a crush”. If I was writing this, I would make Ochako have flashbacks of Izuku’s terrible state during her speech —emotions getting her, she just really needs them to let him in! With his hopelessness, isolation, dirtiness and hunger! Isn’t this reason enough to get desperate for? She is screaming with all she has to please let him stay, he is just like anyone else… but thinks about Himiko instead? And not just to stop some sadness, but about making her smile (spoilers for chapter 425; instead of turning negatives into zeros, she is talking about turning negatives into positives. Saving her, and making her happy too, because there’s a need for happiness for them all, not just neutrality and pretending nothing is wrong). This decision establishes her hero arc and ideals, which is amazing! But I don’t see how this is an izu///ocha moment in canon really —just because Izuku cries, doesn’t mean this is good romance. ill never forget the little parallels Ochako has with All Might, and idk how to just let it be when ppl limit them as “her being the love interest”. No, her ideals are so cool, and I’m really hoping she achieves what she wanted for Himiko, so we can also add more angst to Izuku’s character and show her as the hero she is

*i censor it just to avoid appearing in the tags; ppl who want to find content of their ship don’t need to see what other people think of it, specially when it’s critical.

[vimara00]

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ Today I decided to write something with the trope "she fell first but he fell harder" because I can. Also, I wanna wish u a Merry Christmas!!! 🎅 🎄

Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)

Pd: It's gonna be a part 2

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: jealousy

Too blind to see (Kirishima x F!reader)

(Image created with AI)

Kirishima and y/n have known each other since birth as both of their mothers were friends. They dreamed of the two of them getting along and, in an ideal future, getting married and giving them grandchildren, but it was too early for the last part. They became inseparable and did everything together; They went to the same kindergarten, same high school, and even managed to enter the UA. However, because of y/n "sanation" quirk, she was at another class. But that wasn't an impediment for seeing each other every day. And when she wasn't with Kirishima and his friends, she would be helping on the nursery as part of her training. Her mentor, Recovery girl, always said that she'll take her place when she retired, so y/n needed to work extra hard if she wanted to be able to save heroes' lives during battle.

Kirishima was y/n's number one fan; she was his muse, his rock, and his 'best friend' while for her...he was way more than that. She was in love with her best friend and came with the realisation, at a very young age, that he didn't see her as a potential partner so she kept her mouth shut for all this years, scared of rejection.

However, lately, Kirishima's been more protective than normal; At first, she thought it probably had something to do with the LOV's recent attack, but certain actions made her think otherwise...

The other day, Deku came in with new injuries, and because he was a regular patient, he talked a lot with y/n while she treated his wounds. They became very good friends as she was one of the few who knew of OFA. Kirishima hadn't noticed how close they were till he came in later that day to check on Midoriya and found them siting next to eachother (shoulders touching and being VERY VERY close for his liking) reading and talking about his notes. He was standing at the door annoyed by the scene happening in front of him, and suddenly, a new sensation came with it, one he couldn't put into words, but it felt similar to fear. Of what? He was yet to find out...

He decided enough was enough and entered the room, making his presence known. Izuku might have noticed the intense look Kirishima was giving him cause he tensed and moved a little so his body wasn't touching hers at all; He knew that, even though the redhead was such a great guy, when it came to her, he sure as hell would beat someone up just because that person looked the wrong way (Midoriya has seen it many times). Y/n didn't think much of it as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and kept doing some reports that Recovery girl has left for her. After she was done, they left so Izuku could rest, but not before she gave him a quick hug and said their goodbyes. Kirishima was rather quiet all the way to her doorm, and once they arrived, he said 'You are really close with Midoriya, ah?' 'Yes, he's a really nice guy! He comes almost every day so he's my favorite patient by now' His face turned into a frown to that and respond 'Is that so?' He hadn't stopped looking intensibly at her, and it was making the e/c girl nervous. <Why does he sound like he's jealous?> The girl was wondering when suddenly, he grabbed her forearm gently so her body was now facing him. His eyes were no longer on her but the floor, and he whispered 'I don't like you being that friendly with him. I'm supposed to be the one who receives your hugs and the one you tend their wounds of!' He paused for a few seconds and finally looked at her as he continued 'I don't like sharing your attention or you affection. I know it's selfish but lately, when I see you with others, it hurts and it annoys me...I feel kind of left out and I don't like it one bit' Someone would of assumed this 'sensations' Kirishima was having were of pure jealousy or envy because of the threaten of her finding someone else and that this might have been his confession but no. He's convinced himself, and her, that it was his mission as a 'big bro' that he needed to be sure the guy she settled for was a nice one. That night, both of them went to sleep with a huge weight of their hearts. Y/n because she realized that nothing has changed and that she'd always be his friend no matter how cute she dressed or how mature she acted, she'd never be his first option. As for him... He felt his chest tighten at the thought of her being with some other dude.

The next few days, he did everything in his power to not let Midoriya or any other of his friends near y/n, but he couldn't control everyone for too long, could he? It wasn't long enough until UA most handsome guy, had to pay a visit to the nursery and even took the chance to invite her to endeavors agency to work with them. She was very excited to tell him about what happened and that she accepted their offer, but Kirishima had to pretend that he was happy when he actually was feeling sad)?

Since then, mister cute face has spent too much time with her and did everything together; from eating lunch to going on missions alone and then having dinner at his house (Midoriya and Bakugou were there too but still) The redhead was going crazy to say the least. However, he began to wonder if these emotions were similar to the ones a brother would have for his little sister or more like a boyfriend would have for his girl. The word 'jealousy' came along with those thoughts and so he understood why he got so annoyed and anxious whenever she was with someone else or how worried he got by just the idea of her having a boyfriend or even marrying someone; marrying someone who wasn't him. He was in love with her! All this time, he actually thought he was doing the right thing by being protecting her from praying eyes but he was just keeping her to himself instead. He realized how mistaken he had been and needed to make his intentions clear for her even if she rejected him. He just needed to find the right time

....

Part 2 in a few days 😉

[princess-of-the-corner]

I am so sorry for this ask, I promise:

But I'm curious how the whole Rekindling scenario might be different in olor.

Like, a big part of the omegaverse is that kinks are kinda more acceptable and seen as normal since you all have a period of time where your sex drive can turn you lowkey insane.

I get the sense that while the kids may have a similar reaction on the "WAIT YOU TWO ARE FUCKING AGAIN?" front, I'm really not sure how they'd react to the exact nature of the fucking in olor.

Although. Bonus points for all of them being able to SMELL that Rei and Enji have "rekindled" and Shoto, oblivious bean that he is, still has no idea what that smell MEANS. And nobody wants to explain it to him.

Cue many an awkward moment where upperclassmen were getting teased after smelling weird being recontextualized, and now Shoto REALLY needs some brain bleach.

Oh so there's multiple things with this and I'm gonna go on tangents so!

So while some aspects of the Omegaverse are ofc horny on main, discovering kinks isn't necessarily something that would happen on its own.

Like. How does one discover kinks if you're not the type to actively look at kink content that may introduce you? Mostly by accident.

Taking Enji and Rei as an example. They have very little knowledge of kind outside of a basic 'it exists' and maybe a few baseline things like bondage. But while one may learn about handcuffs and realize they like that, unless they look into it they're not going to really think 'hey get some ropes and tie me up like a Christmas ham'(shibari) on their own.

On the other hand, they'll run into other kinks by nature. For example: both have a temperature play kink. It came free with their Quirk. But at the same time neither really /knows/ that temperature play is a common kink that people can be into .

Of course there's another category that I don't quite think applies to these two but is a real-world thing of 'hey why does this episode of Totally Spies turn me on?' so ya know.

Multiple ways to figure out kinks but the baseline 'really horny' isn't one of them.

Anyway onto the scent stuff:

I debate on whether there's a specific scent to sex stuff past like. Heat/rut blasting pheromones to entice a partner. Which is kinda different.

But it's more like. The fact that while they've been co-habitating for a while and while living together does get their scents on each other, it's faint and you'd have to be actively looking for it. But then suddenly their scents are so strongly all over the other. Add in being bad at hiding bite marks and... yeah. Figured it out.

Re: Shoto being able to connect the dots or not: In both mainline CC and olor, they wouldn't be at the 'rekindling point until probably at least Shoto's third year of high school. And at that point between living in the UA dorms and his own experiences he's not exactly clueless to the 'oh y'all are hooking up' signs.

that said!

One of my favorite shifts in dynamics that olor brings to the table is actually in the /before/ part of the relationship, not the afterward Rekindling part.

Like

This is a plot bit I kinda did in Road to Hell, it's just elongated and different in olor. But also I don't think it got across in full in Road to Hell because it's Enji's pov and he didn't notice.

But it takes a bit for Rei to really actually trust Enji at all. Even with the things he says, she's suspicious. She's not used to people who would treat her like a person. She expected to end up with a husband who would expect her to be at his beck and call. And who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer if she refused.

So when she ends up living with Enji, though he did some things different, she still expects the same treatment. So she plays into it at first. This leads to their talk in the kitchen in Road to Hell where he does his best to assure her that he wants to help her above anything else.

And while this intrigues her and she wants to trust that he's a decent man who didn't know what he was getting into with her and all...... that hasn't been her experience so she's skeptical until he proves himself.

In Road to Hell this happens quicker, as we have the 'engagment party' bit where Kaito took Enji out for a drink. Rei's too filled with anxiety because while the man can play whatever role he wants sober, who knows what he'll do when drunk.

And she anxieties herself into it. Unable to sleep. Waiting up. Preparing herself for something awful....... Only to have him ramble about liking her and try to ask her on a date.

It clicks in her head that 'oh. He actually means this. He's not going to hurt me like that.'. Ofc it doesn't get rid of /all/ of Rei's issues. Even if she logically knows what kind of man he is now, it doesn't stop years of conditionng and expectations and fear that one slip will change things

Anyway:

In olor, this goes on a bit longer. Because one aspect of the Omegaverse is 'using heats/ruts to justify sexual assault'. So it's not a 'how does he act when drunk' question for her, it's a 'how does he act when heats/ruts are in play?'.

And Rei avoids this for a bit. First heat when they're living together, she avoids him altogether. Makes an excuse of not feeling well.

That doesn't last of course. Anyone with basic sex ed knows heats are a monthly thing so if she's 'sick' every month.... yeah he'll eventually connect the dots.

Which yeah eventually it does get to a point of noticing and being in proximity and.... nothing happens. Oh sure, he definitely notices. Reacts with interest. But he doesn't make any moves.

Even so, Rei's still on edge until the roles are flipped. When dealing with his rut instead. She tries to avoid him but he's not making an effort to avoid her. And it's the same thing as before: clear interest. This time a bit more forward, as his thoughts are hazed. But the second Rei pulls back, so does he.

It's only now that it clicks. She's safe here.

[xexiar]

Mistletoe

Ao3 Ff.net

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"Come on, Deku. I want to show you something." As Uraraka pulled me by the arm, I was left wondering what she possibly wanted to show me. We all were enjoying a Christmas movie when she tried to get my attention. At first, I didn't think much of it. Maybe she had learned a new move while on work studies.

But as we neared the elevator I noticed something. My heart started racing as the thing came into view. I somewhat hoped that what she wanted to show me wasn't that. For what I saw was a mistletoe.

And to my disbelief she pulled me under and held both my hands. As she interlocked our fingers my heart started racing and my face began to burn. What exactly was I supposed to do in this situation? She is my friend after all.

Before I knew it I watched as Uraraka's face came closer to mine. In a panic I forcefully pulled my hands away and started to backup. The look of sadness and disappointment on her face hurt. But it's not like I see her in that way. "I'm sorry."

I watched as tears began to slide down her face. A part of me felt horrible for doing this to her. But at what cause would lying to her make things better. She then ran to the staircase and disappeared from my sight.

…

I can't believe I was made to stay longer than I wanted. At least the movie wasn't all that crappie. But in the corner of my eye I noticed something. I shouldn't really care what round face or Deku does, but I couldn't stop watching.

It's when I saw where round face was taking Deku that I felt a pinch in my chest. I shouldn't be feeling this. But noticing how they were nearing a mistletoe made me feel like throwing up.

But I had to remind myself it's not my place to say anything. After everything I've done, my words won't matter. And as I watched them near the mistletoe the more I tried to not look. Yet something held me in place.

The moment Deku and round face was under I started preparing for my heart to break. But to my shock, Deku pulled away from her. I may not be able to hear but I could faintly read Deku's lips saying sorry.

I then watched as round face began to cry. Deku hates seeing someone cry. Was she trying to use that to her advantage? At that very thought I was enraged. How dare she use such tactics to win over Deku!

It didn't take long for round face to finally run off. Good. But the look on Deku's face was another matter altogether. Knowing him, he's probably blaming himself for the whole ordeal. That should never have happened.

At that, I made a mental note that round face was absolutely not to be anywhere near Deku by themselves. I may not be worthy to be by Deku's side, but sure as hell anyone who wants him has to get past me.

I then watched as Deku put on his coat and boot, and went outside. This isn't good. What was I going to do with that emotional nerd? Before long everyone else has left to their rooms, besides me and Deku.

I got my gear and went outside. It didn't take long to spot the nerd sitting on the steps. "You're going to catch a cold, nerd."

"I hurt Uraraka." I just fucking knew it. So I went over and sat with him. "I made her cry. But it's not fair. I only see her as a friend."

"And here I thought you liked round face."

I watched as Deku wiped away his tears before looking at me. "What made you think that?"

"For starters, you're always blushing when it comes to her. And how you always talk with her. Not to mention, how you're always with her."

"You take that back." Deku shoved my shoulder, as he puffed his face. Damn, nerd. Why did you go and get cute on me? "It's not my fault she was the first new person I talked to when entering UA. At that, she's the first girl that I ever spoke with. You should have known this. Oh, that's right! How would you, when you always bullied me!"

At that, I felt that pain in my chest again. I pinched Deku's nose before looking away from him. "Whatever." With that I started to stand up and wipe away the snow from my legs. "Now get your ass up and get inside, you damn idiot."

I didn't leave him room to protest, as I grabbed him by the collar. "You don't have to be so mean, Kacchan!" He then fully got up and brushed the snow off himself. "Happy now?"

"Nope. You're still outside."

"Well, so are you!" With that we both walked back inside the dorms. As we went over to the elevator I just so happened to look up. To my disappointment that mistletoe was still there. But at the same time I wasn't too sure if I was actually disappointed.

I looked down at Deku and happened to see that he was blushing. It didn't help that he was fidgeting with the base of his shirt as he avoided looking at me. Did he also notice what we were under?

At that very thought, I felt my face go on fire. What exactly was I supposed to do? And just my luck that the elevator was taking forever to reach the bottom floor. Besides that, why haven't either of us moved away?

I felt my heart trying to pound out my chest, as I panicked on what to do. At that, I don't think I could ever do that. I don't feel that's something I'll ever have, with how much pain I inflicted onto Deku. But maybe, just maybe there was something I could do.

That's when I reached for his face and just pinched his cheek. I don't get why I did it, but I did. And Deku's face and ears turned completely red. That wasn't until he also reached for my face and pinched my cheek. If the elevator didn't open when it did I think I would have fainted. Along with being grateful Deku decided to move first.

The elevator ride was quiet between us. But the moment it came to his floor, Deku ran out. And when I finally reached my room I just laid in bed, completely in shock. "I pinched his cheek. And we were… were… under a mistletoe. Does that count as a… kiss?" Saying that word made me feel light headed and giddy at the same time. I even fell asleep with the biggest smile I ever had before.

…

As I sat wondering about what just happened, I watched the snow continue to fall. I was still in disbelief that Uraraka pulled my underneath a mistletoe. What am I supposed to say or do? It isn't fair to either of us.

While crying over the fact I hurt my friend, I heard footsteps stop behind me. "You're going to catch a cold, nerd." Oh great. It's Kacchan.

"And here I thought you liked round face." I couldn't believe my ears! How dare he! It's not like I had many friends. Let alone a female one! Kacchan can be so mean to me. Suddenly he pinched my nose as he was getting up. "Whatever."

Once we had removed our shoes and hung our coats, we made our way to the elevator. As we did such, I saw that awful mistletoe again. And as we ended up stepping underneath, all because it was just before the elevator, I felt somewhat nervous.

I just hoped Kacchan didn't notice the mistletoe. Especially when my face was starting to burn as I realized how close Kacchan really was. We could practically rub our elbows together with how close we were. Maybe if I don't say anything he won't notice. It's not like he'll kiss me.

Oh gosh. Just the mere thought of Kacchan possibly kissing me had my heart racing. I know it'll never happen but it's such a fitting thought for the moment. If I could enjoy the thought until the elevator came then I'll be happy.

That was until Kacchan pinched my cheek. And when I looked at him, he had a deep shade of pink across his face. Was this…? Without a second thought I pinched his cheek back. Whatever this moment was, it was too perfect.

When I finally got to my room I felt like I could die happy now. I was not only blessed that Kacchan and I were on somewhat speaking terms. But also I was extremely happy at the fact we pinched each other's cheek while under the mistletoe. Pinching cheek?

It was then I started recalling every single time Kacchan had ever pinched my cheeks. From when we first met to just moments ago. In fact, even when he bullied me he had always pinched my cheeks. Especially if we were alone during the time he was being mean to me.

And that's when it hit me. It's possible that pinching my cheeks has always been his way of kissing. Now that thought had me screaming into my pillow with glee.

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"1/3/81

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fandoms have literally always been like this. did you know the empire strikes back was a disappointing sequel nobody really loved

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Karini: What if?

Title: All In

Explanation: First ep to my what if my OC character was in UA high hope you like

Summary: OC just arrived at UA High and she’s not holding back at all. The only thing is that she’s hiding a little secret from them…and it’s kind’ve a family thing

Description: Brown hair to her collar bone white bangs, Wears braids majority of the time mostly cornrows, Emerald green eyes similar to Midoriya’s, Aliyah is mixed but you can tell she’s darker compared to Emily, she’s about 5’7, she tends to be chaotic but that’s cause she just overall wants to be seen, I wear contacts just cause I don’t to want to wear glasses.

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OC POV

Names Aliyah Sheresko got 2.5 mil on YouTube with 200k on TikTok just for being a bilingual psycho.

I’m fourteen years and going to some high school in Japan for personal reasons.

You may have heard of me in since I visited my sister for Christmas and let’s just say it wasn’t very

“Normal, no c-c-calm, or maybe… good a-a-at all,” Someone said with sass

I was sitting in a black car just staring out the window when someone rudely interrupted my thoughts

I a few minutes ago I waved goodbye to my sister Zuri while she headed off to school

Now I have an annoying person talking in my head

“That a-a-annoying per-rson’s name i-is Alexandra. AND I CAN HEAR YOU!” Alexandra yells

“Oh yeah did I forget to tell you I’ve had this annoying person talk to me in my head since I was 8 and told no one about this cause they might think I’m crazy,” I explained

“We all know crazy,” Alexandra says to me making me roll my eyes

I look into the rear view mirror and sigh

My life in the Bronx may have been ghetto but I still got to live now I’m gonna be in some stupid boarding school

“I need a new mom and for Brayton to be alive again,” I said opening the window

I poke my head just cause I need to breathe

“E-e-everybody c-c-comes a-a-a *takes a breath* comes and goes,” Alexandra says

“But why did Brayton have to leave me. Even if he wasn’t my biological dad I still loved him like one… he also kept my mo- Avery in check and ever since he died Avery’s been batshit crazy,” I said to myself then look at the bruises on my arm and hand

“While also being violent,” I whispered the last part while pulling my sleeves down and gloves up to the point you couldn’t see the bruises

I’ve always wanted my life to be something great something extraordinary but instead I was always taught to accept what I get and don’t get upset

But I’m not your average boujee girl from the hood I’m a wannabe hero and of course will be the-

“Most popular hero out there,” Alexandra says with an uninspired tone

“Y-you say the s-s-same shit all the th-th-time get over yours-self,” Alexandra said with attitude

“Didn’t I tell you the same thing when you rejected by Darren?” I asked sarcastically

“Well too be honest that is an entirely different convo- and look at we are here,” Alexandra said and I looked outside to see a giant gate

“My god this looks like something out of those rich white people movie like mean girls,” Aliyah said

I opened the door and let myself out. The driver took out my luggage

“Damn this place is fire,” I said surprised

in front of the gate was some emo man and a rat with a scar on its face

“Yep this is for sure Japan,” I said to myself

I walked to them as I bowed only cause I think it’s a think you do as a way of saying hello- look I know the language I just don’t know the gestures or the body language

“ Ah Ms. Sheresko welcome to UA High. I am Principal Nezu Founder of this academy and this is your homeroom teacher Mr. Aizawa,“ Principal Nezu introduced them both and they also bowed

Mr. Aizawa hands me some card

“Here. Since your license from America had to be updated,“ Mr. Aizawa said handing me my license

Yeah I went to a hero highschool in America but the one here in Japan just happens to be better

We all walk inside as the gate opens “This school is hot and so big I’ve never been in something like this before,“ I said impressed by the way it looks

Aizawa took into another building away from the school

It was the place I was staying at

“Got five floors too I’m taking the fourth,“ I called out and used my quirk speed to give myself a quick tour around the place and of course drop my stuff at a random door

Before coming right back down

Aizawa wasn’t surprised about my speed cause my grandma who I’m staying with probably told him about my quirk

We walked towards the school and next towards the classroom

As soon as we made it inside the classroom I had an emotional less face

Okay time to play this right all I need to do is act like how I do online since me actin as anything else sucks

Let’s begin

“You know I can hear you right?“ Alexandra asked with such sass in her voice

“ This is Aliyah Sheresko she is a transfer student from America and your permanent classmate,“ Aiwa introduced and oddly enough the class was quiet

The hell I do now? All I did was nothing and I’m still- wait a minute, why is there a girl staring at me which such excitement holy shit what is she gonna-...

I look down and see some boy under my skirt and that’s why you wear shorts kids

“Damn I’ve never see anyone this short before besides my sister but you make Kevin Heart seem like the average man,“ I said picking him up

I saw his fave and put him back

“Ooh no you looked better when I didn’t see your face,“ I said out loud and someone laughed a little too loud

“Classic from a psycho,“ A pink skinned girl said

“Oh my- you...you know who I am?“ I asked so happy and accidentally threw the midget outside since I left the door open

“Who doesn’t your pretty popular for your voice and for having a hot sister,“ A girl with Raven hair said

Holy crap people actually know me- I mean whenever I’m outside people look at me as if I’m ready to break the law or they know me because I’m Emily’s sister but never for... Hold up

“What’chu you by-“ Aizawa interrupted me

“Right now I need to leave for something important. Sheresko you may take your seat in the back,“ Aizawa instructed and I went to my seat

But as soon as he left I went to that raven haired girl

“What do you mean by my voice?“ I asked the girl then she pulled up a video of me my friends and my sister doing a cover of Lady Marmalade

I took her phone and looked into the comments and someone time stamped Mya’s part

I WAS SINGING- HOLD UP I CAN SING barely above average

“Girl what’s your name?“ I asked her

“It’s Jirou-“ I interrupted Jirou

“Well Jirou you found yourself possibly the famous friend you will ever have in eternity,“ I said to her and she didn’t respond at all

Mina jumps up in front of me

“Hi I’m Mina Ashido and of course your biggest fan!!“ Mina excitedly said hugging me randomly

“Oh wow... Okay,“ I said confused

“I watched all your videos and followed you on TikTok and YouTube and even watched you since the beginning,“ Mina all hyper and what not

“Wow Mina I’m so glad to have a fan and potential friend like you,“ I said to her and she got even more hyper

Different people started introducing themselves towards me but I recognized one person

“Broccoli boy?“ I said to myself while looking at him and he responded

“Yeah it’s me,“ Midoriya responded

I hugged him

“Yo it’s been too damn long how has it been,“ I said hugging him tightly

“Like five years exactly,“ Midoriya says while squeezing him to hard

I stop hugging him and memories comeback

“I remeber back in the old days when we were friends and how saved you from some dick head and than that dick head became my bestie forevies but then I forgot his name over time because he was a dick head and now I know he’s somewhere out there,“ I explained the whole story and oddly enough Midoriya looked scared with my words

“I-I- I don’t think-“ Midoriya was interrupted by someone who yelled randomly out of no where

“WHO THE HELL YOU CALLING DICK HEAD?!?“ Some blonde guy yelled

“K-kacchan please calm down,“ Midoriya said

“Shut up Deku!“ He clapped back again

But then I turned around and I looked at him pissed off

“Yo asshole who the hell you think you are talking shit to my best friend?“ I asked him in anger

“ Names Katsuki Bakugou and I’m the one that should be asking you that question if you think your something more than a-“ I interrupted him by throwing a blade his direction hitting the wall behind him and missing his head by inches

I walked to him

“Listen up ass hole. I suggest you shut your pretty face right now before I cut it. I’ve hurt teachers before, what? you think I’m not gonna-“ I said to him with nothing more than sinister thoughts

“Did I ask?“ Bakugou asked sarcastically and I was impressed by that

“Oh I see how you play. Why don’t we take this outside cause when I go ghetto I stay ghetto,“ I threatened

That is in fact kinda true since right if I wasn’t playing my side I would’ve killed this guy within seconds. If you think I’m playing well I’m not I’ll to jail if it meant shutting him up

“We got gym a few periods from now I’ll kick your ass then,“ Bakugou said with a smirk while I had nothing but an angry face

The bell rang and the tension was way up past the ceiling.

“Challenge accepted!“ I said with a smile nothing I kick his ass within seconds

We both left while the class just looked at us in fear

“What is wring with that new gurl she’s gonna get herself killed,“ Tsyuu said

“I think she has a chance at actually winning especially since she was very close to stabbing Bakugou in the face,“ Ochako said

Still pray for her,“ Tsyuu said

Gym period

We was told to change into our hero suits

I was given a necklace by Avery to make sure I could change with ease into my costume.

As I turned my necklace and changed the girls looked at me in shock

Oh god what did I do now? Is it because of my body, yeah I already no my body is weirdly shaped but at least I have a butt- wait could it be the way the shoes look I thought yellow and black looked good together

“How did you change like that it’s so cool?!” Mina was excited

“What-?” I asked so confused

“Yeah is that apart of your quirk or just something you did?” Jirou asked

“I turned my necklace and then I was able to change into my hero suit a woman named Avery made this for me,” I explained before putting my contacts in my locker and shutting it

Right now I had someone’s ass to kick and his name starts with a k

During gym half of the class were assigned to a name from a hat and brawl against that person since one person was sick

Luckily I was able to pick Bakugou’s name from the hat and that made people “ooh “

“Look at that dynamite boy guess fate always wanted us to fight,” I said sahking the piece of paper with his name on it while I rolled on my roller skates towards him

“ I’m gonna kick your ass watch out,” Bakugou threatened as I stood next to him

Everyone stood next to their partner and turns out whoever won would get get an extra 10% added to their grade for gym and that got everyone ready

“Guess we’re last give you more time to prepare dynamite boy,” I said and watched as the first pair go against each other

Mina against some girl named Uraraka

“Who is that?” I asked myself while looking at the girl

“That’s Uraraka! One of the pretty popular ones here destroy Mina,” Alexandra said

I was impressed I’ve heard of telekinesis but that’s not what she had but she destroyed Mina

“Yo Scarlet witch but not pretty GREAT JOB!” I shouted towards her and she smiled at me

I wanna challenge her she's interesting, especially her quirk but still I have a feeling that UA High’s students aren’t as great as I thought of them to be

I mean sure they quirks are unique but back in America High school Teachers don’t take shit from anyone especially the heroes in the Bronx even if there was a few

That’s what I loved about the Bronx it taught me to be real and to live life in some make-believe dream especially since these people wanna become pro heroes pretty much what I hear twenty-four seven especially out of broccoli boy's mouth

“Y’all talk about any other thing besides being a hero, gosh it sounds like I’m in a cult right now,” I said out loud watching as Midoriya go against some guy named Todoroki

“Yeah how you two met each other?” Mina asked

“Dynamite boy bullied broccoli boy I saved broccoli boy now we all besties,” I said getting faster and faster with every word

As I saw Midoriya use his quirk I was surprised by what I saw

“Midoriya never had a quirk. Wait- did he?” Alexandra asks

You didn’t stutter? But yeah last time I met him he never had a quirk he was quirkless now look at this. Midoriya is using some black thing to go after Todoroki then he uses somehow walks on air

I thought to myself while looking at him. I turned to Bakugou

When did Broccoli boy get a quirk? and why is there so many?” I asked and Bakugou looked at me

“He got his quirk last year,” Bakugou said and I smirk

“Sure that you're not hiding something about his quirks. I mean it has a lot of potentials and look at what it can do. You know since you two knew each other longer you’d think he’d tell you something about his quirks....” I said and watch as people cheer for Midoriya

It was me against Bakugou now

I walk towards Midoriya

“Wow Midoriya I’ve never seen anything like your quirk before,” I said and suddenly he replied

“Thanks!” Midoriya replied

“I was just wondering since not only have I never seen a person inherit a quirk so late in their lives, never seen anyone not inherit at least partial of their own parents quirk, but I’ve also thought I would never see anyone use black whip again,” I said in his ear and Midoriya was frozen to the ground

I smirked at his appearance

“I just wanna know how you did it. And why you did it? Someone as innocent as you still only sees one side of being a pro hero when in reality your seeing the wrong side,” I said to him and he was confused

“What do you mean by wrong side?” Midoriya asked

“OI SHERESKO HURRY YOUR ASS UP!!” Bakugou yelled at me

“I’m just warning you right now about the danger, neglect, and the amount of social drama that comes when you're a pro hero,” I warned him not looking in his direction

“If it's so bad then why are you here?” Midoriya asked

“Cause I forced too,” I said to myself but by the way Midoriya reacted I could tell he heard

I got ready and put on my mask

Suddenly Bakugou just jumped and got ready to attack me.

He set off a chain reaction off explosions blinding me

I had to get out of there I flew up out of the smoke but then he kicked me in the face and I went flying back o the floor as the smoke went away

I saw his face full of happiness

I threw up to ten knives in his direction but be blew them back

I can’t go too fast I already used up my speed quirk while putting my bags away

I had to use enough speed to the point that I won’t break my legs agains.

I got off the floor as Bakugou tried to blast me but I moved

I took out my wings- Well what was left amd sharpened them

I prepared my skates because I wasn't gonna hold back

I didn’t even notice but my eyes turned yellow as I went and used my speed

As I rolled towards him I used my skates to not only kick him in chest cause if I kick him in the face I would kill him especialy with how fast I was moving

As many time as Bakugou moved out of the way and blasted me away I was still able to get a few hit on him

As long I didn’t let him think and kept attacking him I was good suddenly

As I threw a blade at I used my speed to move away but then Bakugou somehow knew exactly where I was going and blasted me

That blade left a cut on his arm and now I realised the only way I was gonna win was if I killed him or at least knocked him out

“I already know your going for my neck you can knock someone out if a blade goes into someone's neck,” Bakugou said when suddenly I took out all of my remaining blades and ones he blew away and started to attack him with them

I have up to 40 off those do to the fact that they are handheld blades and how big my wings are

“Yo leader knife make sure they keep him distracted while go after him kay,” I assigned and it went around Bakugou staying far enough from him where hd couldn’t attack it but close enough to watch the other blades

My knives/blades can’t talk but they do have a mind of it’s own which is why if you ever become the holder of this quitk you must make sure you have a leader knife/blade to that is prepared to always watched the other blades

The leader blade/knife is the most valuable one not only because the knife if connected to a core body part like the other blades and if it breaks I could potentially die but it's connected to my heart and I could have a heart attack if it breaks

I stay in my and go on my knee and watched as my leader knife/blade goes farther and farther down until it signals me to go for below

Everything after that was all in slow motion because of how fast I was moving using my quirk

I sped and went through a small space but then I saw him again raise his gauntlet up towards my face but he just barely missed me as he blasted a few blades away

He kicked hit me in the jaw but I was able to oush through it all

I was able to kick him in the face with my rollerskate I could see him close his eyes as if he was knocked out

My leader knife/blade came from hiding and went into my hand I saw Aizawa standing up

I still have a chance at winning I can’t have him stopping it now

I saw him barely open his eyes as I swung around him and wrapped my legs around his chest tightly but then I heard a crack and I dropped my blade

Bakugou fell back and now he was laying on me which made my leg hurt even more

Bakugou was knocked out laying on my chest while my leg was broken

I pushed him off and saw my leg was in the wrong direction

I had to lay back down on the ground because of how much pain I was in I was literally crying just cause of how scared I was

The last time I tried to go that fast I did break my leg but that was back when I was nine years old

After that incident, my leg was healed but not all the way it needed to make a full recovery

I was sitting next to Bakugou waiting for recovery girl to give me a past

“If it wasn’t for your stupid rollerskates I wouldn’t be here,” Bakugou muttered

“Just can’t even admit the fact that you lost,” I teased

“No one won because Aizawa said we tied!” Bakugou clapped back

“God, you listen to that emo man like get over yourself we all know I won,” I said smirking

“Dumb ass no freaking won get that in your thick skull,” Bakugou said and flicked my head

“I could kick you in the skull right now and kill you,” I said, and he growled at me

“I’m gonna kill you-” Bakugou was interrupted by me

“Did. I. Ask?” I said and that guy pounced on me

Someone that tiny recovery girl separated us

“Now listen, you two are both weak if you let someone of my separate two giants,” Recovery girl says

Recovery girl gave me a note and Bakugou carried me

Now you may be asking why he’s carrying me well before that incident I made a bet with him saying “whoever was alive or at least still breathing is considered the winner. And that the winner shall be carried by the loser”

Yeah since I was still breathing I was being carried to arts class by Bakugou

“Well Bakugou I didn’t know you was such a sly fox,” Midnights teased and we both reacted with a disgusted face

“I like men not boys,” I said glipping my hair back

“She’s too ghetto for me,” Bakugou said and that surprised me

Not because he called me ghetto I already know I am but that he used it correctly in a sentence is just astonishing

“Aw~ you looked up Black slang to understand me,” I teased

“You say stupid shit that makes no sense,” Bakugou said and then just dropped me on the ground

“I hate you so much,” Bakugou muttered as he walked towards his seat

“Love ya too my brotha,” I said while getting up

Life is one pain in the ass but even if that question is solved I still have one more that needs to be answered

After school in my dorm

I was calling someone hoping they would answer

“What do you want right now I’m on patrol?” My sister Emily asked on the other side of the phone

“Emily do you have the book?” I asked

“What book?” Emily asked

“The book about those certain quirks and the what makes them so interesting,” I said to her

“Aliyah I gave you that book when you was leaving. I put it in your book bag before you left,” Emily said

“Wha-” I was interrupted by my sister hanging up the phone

I looked through my book bag and saw the book

It looked brand new even though this book was created when Emily was just five

This was originally a journal Avery made about the different kinds of quirks out there and what they can do but just mainly the kind of quirk they are combat wise whether they’re useful or not

But Avery did a whole research about a certain kind of quirk where one of them was black whip for sure

As I was flipping through it I saw a few pages talking about AFO yet they were ripped out

I ignored those pages knowing they would only bring back bad memories.

I kept going until I read something that said OFA

“This is it,” I said to myself and read as fast as I could but then someone entered the room

“Aliyah we have to talk about something,” Midoriya said to me and I looked up at him and closed the book

“Midoriya why didn’t you tell me?” I said putting the book away

I walked up to him and he was confused

“What do you mean?” Midoriya asked acting so naive

“Why didn’t you tell me... That you got your quirk from All might,” I said to him and he was in fact shocked with my words

“Midoriya your quirk is One For All and I know it too,” I said while holding him by the shoulders

“I-I-I-” Midoriya styttered the entire time propbavly confused on how I knew that

I saw behind him was Bakugou and I could tell he was listening on as he was walking into his room

I pushed Midoriya away and looked at him angrily

“How could you not tell me something like this?” I asked him angrily

“Because it has bothing to do with you!” Bakugou angrily says and was about to slam the door shut but then I caught it and slammed the door back open

“Bakugou you're my best friend and I guess it’s been so long but nothing will change that between us. Same goes for you Midoriya. I don't my own best friends keeping secrets from me,” I said to both of them

We were all quiet everyone starring away from each other

“You are all going into my room to discuss this situation and exactly what you two know!” I demanded then held both of their hands

“Because y’all are like brothers to me and I love you both,” I said in a calmer tone

In the end we all did go into the room but we got to learn more about each other

Even though Bakugou always had to fight with Midoriya but I still know that they see each other like best friends

Guess now I can finally use my saying in the end of part 1

“This psycho is out,” Aliyah says with a wink

[thelazyhermits]

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays, everyone!! I hope you’re all having a great day!!! ^-^

As promised, here’s a post detailing what Fortune got for Christmas. I’m just gonna focus on her since Eri mostly got toys along with a few cute pieces of clothing lol

As I’ve mentioned before, the 1-A students teamed up to pick out gifts for Fortune & Eri, so they didn’t get 20 presents a piece from the class lol 

And the same can be said for Class 1-B. Although, they didn’t split up into so many separate groups like Class 1-A. They just as a whole picked out a few gifts for Fortune and Eri. 

However, Monoma & Kaibara also secretly bought presents for Fortune XD

All these presents were addressed as coming from Santa, so Fortune never gets a confirmation of who picked out what. However, some presents are obvious enough that she can figure out who picked them out.

For example, Kaibara got her a camera since she had been wanting one after spending time working on her photography skills while on Nabu Island and had asked him to help her pick out one once she got back to UA. 

He decided to follow Komori’s advice and go ahead and get one for Fortune since Christmas was only a few days away by the time of her return. Plus, this way he knows he can get her a present that he’ll know she’ll like haha

Since I’m already talking about a 1-B student, I’ll go ahead and mention what the class as a whole got for Fortune: 

A cute winter outfit that all the girls worked together to buy. They each picked out a different part of the ensemble. 

A garden box that Fortune can hang on her balcony and multiple seed packets so she can grow her own herbs. They made sure to decorate the box to make it look really cute. 

Bath & beauty products/fragrances that are good for relaxation. Cause she had been so stressed because of her stalker, they decided to get her some stuff that could help her relax.

Monoma’s present was a scarf that he handknitted since he thought nothing could surpass a handmade gift lol

Now, let’s move onto Class 1-A.

Bakugou & Kirishima: New running shoes. Bakugou noticed that she has been wearing the same pair of shoes for forever because she’s such a pennypincher, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Kirishima was in full support of the idea and wanted to find some shoes that were as cool and manly as Fortune lol 

Midoriya, Todoroki, & Iida: A new spice rack filled with pretty much every spice known to man. Thanks to Todoroki’s & Iida’s thick wallets, it was easy for them to acquire the really expensive spices. Midoriya took care of buying the actual rack since that was within his budget lol

Yaoyorozu & Jirou: Am electronic tablet that Fortune can use for work and for pleasure such as reading so Fortune wouldn’t always have to go to a bookstore if she feels like reading. Yaoyorozu took care of that and the case while Jirou got a giftcard for Fortune to use for buying the books. 

Uraraka & Asui: They got her a cat-themed apron and matching oven mitts.

Aoyama, Hagakure, & Ashido: They picked out a cute outfit for her like the 1-B girls did and also got her some cute hair accessories. 

Kaminari, Mineta, & Sero: An DVD boxset of an anime Fortune showed an interest in and some merch related to her favorite anime/video games

Ojiro, Satou, & Kouda: They unknowingly did the same as 1-B and got products that they thought would help Fortune relax. They also got her a free massage at a place not far from the school.

Shouji & Tokoyami: At Dark Shadow’s behest, they got her a pillow they happened upon while out shopping that looked like him since Dark Shadow wouldn’t let up until they agreed lol Aside from that, they got her a picture holder that hangs from the ceiling cause they know how much she likes decorating her room with pictures

Next is Shinsou, Hatsume, & the Big Three.

Shinsou: A cat-earred hoodie with matching socks

Hatsume: She created a mini flying device that basically acts as Fortune’s personal assistant at the dorm. It can watch whatever food Fortune is cooking whenever Fortune needs to leave the kitchen for whatever reason and will let her know when the food is ready so the food won’t burn. It’s also capable of helping with chores since it can carry a great amount of weight despite its small size, so it could carry a basket of laundry for Fortune. It also acts as a second pair of eyes to watch out for Eri while they’re at the dorm. It’s one of Hatsume’s most successful inventions to date lol

Big Three: They also got her more things to hold pictures for display, most of which had a cat theme like cat shaped frames. They also got some fairy lights and other cute dorm room decorations.

And lastly the teachers.

Midnight: As a gag gift, she got Fortune a pair of handcuffs, but when she was playing Santa, she got Fortune some cute clothes.

Thirteen: A jacket made to resemble her hero costume since Fortune has said before how much she likes her costume since Fortune finds it really cute. It’s really soft and comfortable. Hugging Fortune while she’s wearing it is like hugging a marshmallow haha

Mic: A deluxe spa day package along with a note from Santa who said he recommends taking Mic for her plus 1 lol 

Nedzu: Several packets of vegetable seeds along with a note saying that a garden area has been prepared for her. Fortune had brought up to him one day about growing her own vegetables since it’s cost-efficient and because Eri had shown an interest in gardening after seeing it on TV, so now, they have their own garden area behind the dorm, courtesy of Power Loader’s Quirk lol

Power Loader: He built a garden shed for the gardening tools he bought her and built a covering for the garden so it’ll be protected from the elements. He also made a side garden area just in case Fortune and Eri wanna try growing flowers too.

Snipe: A giftcard to the local cat cafe and a stylish hat that he thought would suit her.

Cementoss: A mini zen garden. They help him relax, so he hoped it would do the same for her. 

Ectoplasm: One of those devices that plays relaxing sounds to help you sleep but can also be used as a speaker that you can hook your phone up to and play regular music through. 

Vlad King: A giftcard to the local dog cafe and a cat-themed charging dock for her cell phone

Hound Dog: A really nice foot massager

All Might: He got her a hat, scarf, & mitten combo that’s modeled after Midoriya’s hero costume since he knows how much it would mean to her to be the first person to get merch modeled after her hero. He made the design subtle enough that everyone wouldn’t immediately realize who the hat/scarf/mittens were modeled after since he didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to Fortune & Midoriya’s close relationship, so only those who know all the details about that relationship would notice. He also got her some really nice jewelry and clothes that Melissa helped him pick out. Santa Might went all out haha

Recovery Girl: Her gifts were brought by Santa Might lol She got Fortune a first aid kit that’s packed with everything a trouble magnet like Fortune could ever need. It’s small enough to fit in her backpack, so you can bet she’s taking it everywhere she goes haha

[autumnalsteahouse]

— surprise @kingkatsuki <3 I had the amazing honor of being your secret santa this year and may I just say, I’ve actually had this idea ever since we talked about Harry Potter and I was like 👁👁 hold on I bet she forgot so lemme just bring it back. I knew from the start that I wanted it to be a baku fic because……………… duh. but I threw shindou in there because I just felt the need to. get the best of both worlds if you know what I’m saying. anyways! I hope you like it nd have a happy christmas <33

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader ; implied shindou x fem!reader

genre: Harry Potter au! smut <3

word count: + 4.7k

warnings: under the influence (lust spell), LIGHTLY implied cheating… like you’ll have to read in between the lines for that one, improper cleaning of wounds**— but we in magic school so it’s for the plot, a tad bit or oral (m! receiving), bakugou has trouble speaking during the smut — very self indulgent of me I’m so sorry jo—, slight (barely rough) public sex, aftercare is implied.

** please dear god do not rub alcohol on burn wounds, it doesn’t help at all.

a/n: (I feel I shouldn’t have to say this because I would never write for minors but since hogwarts IS a school—) everyone is over 18. this is placed in year 8 for everyone… or better yet, think of hogwarts as college if you will. Think of them as whatever age you’d like AS LONG AS ITS 18 AND UP.

ALSO PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT EDITED… but please enjoy regardless!!

It was hard to focus on what you were doing when the obnoxious blonde UA representative was boasting so loudly.

“This is going to be the easiest of the tasks,” he smirked at the reporter, Rita Skeeter, “my… friend is an animagus who happens to be a dragon. I’m basically guaranteed to pass.”

Fiddling with your first aid kit, you urge yourself to focus and make sure everything is there. You had to use it a few after the first challenge, everything was very hectic so you couldn’t quite remember if you had put everything back.

“Hey, don’t worry,” That familiar cool voice comes from behind you, “I know you’re probably super stressed about me but I just want to assure you, I’m going to make it to the next round-- just for you. maybe get banged up a bit just so I could come to see you after.”

Sighing, you turn to face Shindou already knowing you’ll find a sly smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

Green, grey, and black really were his colors, his Slytherin sporting robe making his cunning eyes pop.

Giving him a once over, you scoff, “Yeah okay, but don’t hurt yourself too much. I still need all the… parts… functioning.”

He snorts, “even if the goods are damaged, you would mend them.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Little did you know, ruby-red eyes were set on your smile, scanning over the cute Hogwarts healer in training. There were several of you in the tent, but none had quite struck up Katsuki’s attention quite like you-- one of the only few people in your school that he’s seen with some backbone and a genuine personality. Not trying to do anything but your job… and maybe that prick who approached you.

Sucking at his teeth, he rolls his eyes and begins his stretching.

“Good day champions! gather around! Gather around, make a circle around me.” an excited voice demanded, making every head turn in the tent.

The silver-haired human version of a grandfather clock made his way to the center of the tent, followed by each challenger’s guardian. Once everyone was gathered, he was handed a deep aubergine velvet pouch that was closed tight by one of the others that had followed him into the tent.

Pulling the drawstrings loose, he makes sure to do it slowly, just for the theatrics, then taking a swift look at the person closest to him,

“Well go on then mister Shindou, reach into the bag.”

A slight smirk raises as he looks at you, bound up hand diving into the bag without hesitation.

you had to hold back a chuckle as you heard him hiss at the fizzle of heat that licked his fingers, the phrase, ‘so stupid is all you could think.

A moment later, he pulled out a small green dragon that sat in the palm of his hand, flapping its wings and blowing out small tufts of flames.

“The welsh green!” Dumbledore announced.

Shindou almost seemed pleased with this, keeping his eyes on you as he mouthed, ‘too easy.’

Rolling your eyes was the only thing you could respond with, having a creeping feeling that his cockiness was only going to bite him in the ass.

Going around, the other two champions go to get their dragons.

Durmastrang got the Chinese fireball, a scarlet dragon with a passion for flames.

Which only meant UA was left with the only other dragon… the Hungarian horntail.

Of all the dragons you read up on, that one had to be one of the more dangerous ones in the competition- more so, the most dangerous of all.

As the name suggests, a spiked tail flicked around in Bakugou’s palm, wings almost guarded as the mini version jeered toward him. Those little yellow beady eyes were challenging the spikey blonde, you could even tell from afar. Looking to see the champion’s reaction, only a small rise of surprise bubbled inside you, because Bakugou’s red eyes were staring right back at it, no sense of cockiness was present now. Just concentration, on the dragon and nothing else. You’d even go as far as to say he was studying in a mix of curiosity and determination.

Even if it was just a glance in your direction, you were caught staring and the sudden urge to spew that you didn't mean it like that-- that you were just observing how he was with the dragon-- was overwhelming.

Before you could formulate any sort of rebuttal, the blonde glanced back down, effectively silencing you.

What were you to do? Cause a slight scene just to clarify a minor misinterpreted interaction? No.

“Okay!” Dumbledore claps his hands, “these are all miniature representations of the dragons you will be facing. Each dragon is given a golden egg to protect, and you, as the champion, must retrieve it, for, within the golden egg, there is a vital clue for the next challenge. Without it, you are unable to move on.”

Turning to face the Hogwarts representative, the old wizard smiles, “okay mister Shindou, at the sound of the cann-“

The loudest boom shook the whole tent, the crack from the cannon making you almost feel as though you’ve been shot.

“Yes, well– at the sound of the cannon,” Dumbledore finished, rolling his eyes before looking up at Filch.

The circle dispersed and every other champion went to their corner while Shindou stood at the edge of the exit, trying to swallow any visible nerves.

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, you inch over to him.

When he realizes you're heading over to him, he clears his throat and attempts to straighten up.

“You know, you’ve got this under control,” you murmured quietly enough so that only Shindou could hear.

You’ve known him long enough to predict his reaction— he’s a very proud man, some may say a little too proud that it borders on the line of cockiness… but you've seen him in action. Underneath all of those layers, he tries his best in everything he does. And right now, even though he might not show it, he needs that reassurance.

“Oh I know, doll. I’ve got this. Madame Pooch didn’t call me one of the fastest flyers for nothing. I’ve gotta live up to my name! And maybe… I’ll get a reward after I’m successful?” He smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Hm… maybe. If I feel like it.” You whisper, throwing a little wink his way before heading back to your station, thinking about the offer.

It really is up to you, you’re well aware that the offer is always there… but you also know that you’re not the only gun in his arsenal.

You sigh as you sit down on the stool next to your kit; now is not the time to be thinking about that. It’s best if you just focus on the first trial; as soon as you properly took your seat, it wasn’t hard to do.

It was almost immediate, how he summoned his broom.

clever.

Watching Shindou soar through the air in such a small stadium was absolutely mesmerizing. All of his movements were sharp and precise, ever so swift. He was really good at leading the dragon to believe one thing when the exact opposite was in the works.

He actually wasn’t in there for too long; It was hard not to smile when he had a clearing, swooping down and snatching up the gleaming golden egg. He made haste to dive right into the exit of the stadium, leaving unscathed.

Good for him.

They’re probably leading him to go rest in the infirmary, where a nurse will check on him before letting him go about the rest of his day.

Another cannon let off, this time, one you were prepared for.

The contestant from Durmastrang stepped out into the open, seeming as though he’d almost fight the dragon by hand.

You were waiting for the moment where he would summon his broomstick, thinking it was the most logical thing to do, only to raise your eyebrows at him casting a sleep spell towards the reptile.

The beast fell with a hard thump, immediate deep snores echoed around the stadium, making it almost way too easy for him to retrieve the egg.

One last player entered the stadium, spikey blonde hair catching your eye.

Bakugou Katsuki.

He walked out as he had already won in such an odd costume- a tight orange X crossed at his chest, black fabric showing off his slim waist, but baggy black almost sweat like pants outlined with a loose green garter that held up at his waist; his stride was not in the obnoxious way you would think.

He strode out, keeping his eyes on the dragon, who was staring at Bakugou with the intent of roasting him like a marshmallow.

There was a moment of silence before he whipped out his wand from his lower garter and pointed it at the winged beast before screaming a curse in another language.

The curse was loud, popping crackles launched from his wand with a hot blinding light that whipped straight into the dragon’s eyes.

Multiple gasps came from the crowd; many in great Britain had never heard such a spell, you for sure didn’t.

The shock continued when not a moment later, the dragon screeched a loud shattering sound before heat licked the whole stadium.

Eyes wide, you watched the angry flames engulf the rocky bottom, every inch of the floor covered in inescapable heat.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as the dragon stopped, now preoccupied with getting whatever was in its eye, out.

For the first few seconds, a heavy silence hung in the air- the only things that seemed to be moving were the cloaks of panicked teachers moving in a dash to see if Bakugou was alright.

You were so concentrated on seeing if there was anything moving in the arena, anything at all, that when you did, you screamed out his name.

You didn’t mean to, you really didn’t. It wasn’t professional at all and could have put him in serious danger with the dragon again if you were loud enough; but when you saw the blonde hair, you couldn’t help it. To think you’d witness the death of a person you’ve seen only mere minutes ago- it felt like a reflex.

The champion was limping towards the exit, left arm severely burnt while his right carried the perfectly shiny golden egg. Half of his clothes were burnt off, but he didn’t seem to mind. He had one goal— and that was to successfully leave with the golden egg.

The teachers froze, unable to help, now seeing that he was alright impatiently waiting for him to cross the threshold so they could make sure he was okay.

His guardian, All Might– a tall, toned, slender man, was biting his nails with his gaze glued to his student. It was just then that you, being the healer that you are, should probably meet with madame Pomfrey and head down to do a quick inspection before guiding him to the infirmary.

You were on your way down when you saw the champion in question, wandering the stone halls.

“Uh, excuse me?” you call out in the quiet hall.

He stayed silent and kept walking.

“Bakugou? Bakugou Katsuki?” you try again but it did not change the speed in his pace.

“Hey-”

“Where do you keep your potions?” a gruff voice spoke out.

“I’m sorry?”

“Can’t you hear? I said where are your potions? I’m sporting a pretty bad burn here and I need it to heal before the next task.” he almost growled.

“Well if you would just listen to me instead of continuously walking away, then maybe you’d realize that I’m a healer and could do exactly what you’re looking to do– much better than you alone ever could.” you spew out, seeing red. Who was he to talk to with such an attitude? What was his problem?

That made him stop dead in his tracks, turning to face you with a smug grin, “so healer, where are your potions?”

…

Guiding him back towards the arena, you decided to attempt conversation.

“So… You didn’t think that would happen? I mean fire is a dragon’s number one self-defense mechanism? If you take away its eyesight, fire will be used.”

“I’m not an idiot, of course, I knew that. It was already factored into my plan but the boulder I was behind shifted from the force of the fire. It’s fine. Anyways, You’re a healer assisting this task– so I’m going to assume you know how to sort this out.”

“Well… yeah.”

“Good then, let’s get on with it.”

“Uh, hold on– the school matron has to check you first, and then she’s going to tell me what I need to do for you.”

“Half of my body is burnt… and you need someone to tell you to heal my burns? It’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“Yes but–”

“Oh! There you two are!” Madam Pomfrey huffed out, summoning the floating gurney behind her. “Mister Bakugou, please get on this. We’re taking you to the infirmary.”

“I’m not getting on that, I can walk perfectly fine.” he scoffed.

Surprising you, the matron just shrugged, “Suit yourself,” before turning to you, “Please take him to the infirmary and brew up some burn-healing paste as soon as possible and thoroughly rub his wounds with it. Make about 3 kilograms and apply half of that today, I’d say… the rest is for tomorrow morning. Mister Bakugou is in your care from now on.”

“Alright, thank you, Madam.” you bid her adieu.

“Finally.” the rude blonde rolled his eyes.

Sighing, you close your eyes and try to focus on just getting him to bed so you could leave and make the potion.

“You know,” you start, stepping into the path of the infirmary, “for someone who burnt his arm pretty severely, you don’t seem to be in too much pain.”

“Well, I’d think you’d know why princess– since you’re a mediwizard and all.”

You turn to face him but your attention is drawn to his lifted wand. The tip was glowing a deep soothing yellow- warm like a marigold, something you’ve seen very few do.

“You know the torpere curse?”

“I do.”

“Why is a numbing curse something you need to know?”

“Well, if you remember from earlier, my friend is a dragon animagus,” he paused, watching your brows furrow.

So when he was talking to Rita… was he also talking to you?

“Kirishima isn’t allowed to use his flames at school, but he keeps on talking about being manlier and getting stronger… and I can never say no to a fight.”

You snort, then immediately cover your mouth.

Maybe it’d be best if you didn’t entertain the idea.

“And so you learned the curse because…?”

“Because I’m not a walking hospital- I don’t have medical supplies on me everywhere I go.”

“Well, with the constant trouble you seem to get into, it seems like you should.” and with that, you walked a little bit faster towards the hospital wing.

…

It didn’t take long to get everything situated.

Bakugou surprisingly didn’t put up too much of a fight when you told him to get on one of the many pristine white beds, which you’ve chalked up to the curse wearing off and the beginnings of the pain seeping into his nerves.

He chose the farthest bed, the one closest to the large wall-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Black Lake with a thin separator hiding the bed from the rest of the ward.

A good choice, but not one you’d thought he’d make. There weren’t many other people, it was pretty empty actually, so there were more than a few options.

You figured that maybe a few bodies would accumulate after coming back from making the burn-healing paste potion but stepping through the doorway, you found it was just as empty, except for…

“Hey, babe,” Shindou said from behind you.

The shriek that escaped your lips was damn near embarrassing, but that wasn’t anything compared to the fact that you nearly dropped the orange paste.

“Shindou!” you angrily whispered, turning towards him and furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh don’t do that baby, you’ll get frown lines.” he cooed, raising his hand and running his thumb over your glabella.

Sighing, you look up at him with your best doe eyes, “Yo, I have a patient right now. I’m busy. Can we do this later? You can go hang out with Tatami or something, right?”

He raised his eyebrows, almost looking the slightest bit shocked, but recovered quickly, “but I don’t want to be with her right now. I want to be with you! And besides, I think I deserve my reward after easily getting that egg.”

Trying again, you clench your jaw, “Sure you do, but not right now, and not from me. I have burns to tend to and a cocky blonde to entertain. Just go back to the common room, this ointment isn’t going to rub itself onto that fit body of his.”

You quietly rush past him, head high and slightly annoyed with his inability to take a hint. You didn’t need to turn around to know that he had already left– he wasn’t the type to fight for someone.

When you reached Bakugou’s bed, you froze. The sight in front of you was almost out of a painting, if you moved, no doubt the moment would be ruined.

There was your patient— now shirtless— staring off to the window, dusk accentuating his sharp features with dark shadows. He looked how he did when you saw him observing the miniature dragon, calm, curious– almost lost in his own thoughts. He doesn’t look so explosive in the fading light.

“Fit body of his?” the blonde repeated.

It took you a second, “pardon?” you quipped with a slight head tilt.

Smirking, he says, “You think I’ve got a fit body?”

Moment ruined.

“Oh god.”

“Well I fuckin worked on it, so I’d hope it’s… fit– like you British people say.”

Taking a deep sigh, you go to the left side of the bed and whip out your wand after placing the paste down and picking up the unlit candle.

“Incendio,” with a flick, the flame transferred from your wand to the wick, making a warm pool of light fill the small area.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” you whisper, putting your wand away and moving to the other side of the bed.

“You forgot the medicine over there,” Bakugou annoyingly pointed out.

“I’m aware. Before I use that, we first need to clean and sanitize the area,” you say simply, trying to keep away from any smirk daring to show.

Spotting his jaw clench, you almost let your controlled demeanor slip. He’s been an asshole enough for you to enjoy the fact that this is going to hurt… like a bitch.

He must have read your mind somehow because right as you went to go grab the rubbing alcohol, Bakugou grimaced, “Don't enjoy this too much.”

“I might.”

And you did… but for all the wrong reasons. It was like something within you ticked on, causing a thicker-than-honey grip to ooze around your reasonable brain.

The way his hands gripped the sheets were distracting enough, but the way his neck veins popped as he stretched and clenched sent you through a loop. His pretty eyes were screwed shut in pain. The pearls of sweat that gathered around his temples and rolled down his neck looked so tempting, there was an urge to lick them up. The groans were a force not to be meddled with, you had to stop for a moment; your vision became spotted with dark dots.

“What– are you doing– w-hy did you stop?” he huffed out; terrible wording.

“I uh–” you panted.

“What? Just hurry up and finish already!” he screamed in agony.

“Fuck-” it came out as a whimper and you couldn’t help but focus on how hot your cheeks felt.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?”

The both of you have condensed into heavy breaths, one in pain and one in pleasure; Bakugou really getting the short end of the stick.

“I think– I think I was cursed with that—- that stupid lust spell– everyone’s learning about.” slow breaths coming out uneven.

“That black-haired prick cursed you with kavliaris?”

“I think so– similar symptoms-”

You watched him reach for his wand, “Accio Burn-Heal Paste.” he grimaced.

The ointment flew towards him and he caught it with ease.

Popping the top open with his good arm, you watched him dip his absurdly big fingers through the paste and spread it over the hefty burns, sucking in a sharp breath as his glistening fingers ran over his shoulder and biceps.

His breathing evens out as he repeats the process.

Fuck.

All you could do was sit and watch, feeling your heartbeat trail lower and lower.

“C’mere.”

Everything slowed as your gaze set on him, a faint “what?” leaving your lips in confusion.

“We need to cure this so you can go back to making sure I'm set for the next task.”

“W-hat do you mean?”

“I mean, you need to orgasm. So get over here.”

The demand was simple enough, so why couldn't you move?

All the blood that wasn't throbbing your clit went to your cheeks, your feet were glued to the floor.

“Okay then,” Bakugou impatiently shifted, clumsily pulling you onto his lap.

Repositioning, you spread your legs around his waist and looked down at his bare chest.

He really was fit– not that you hadn't noticed before, but it really wasn't your priority at the time, but now you are beyond thankful.

“Are you– okay with this?”

“More than.”

With a shaky sigh, you strip your pants and panties off, then climb on top of him to slowly start up a rhythmic pace of grinding down; adjusting, and readjusting to find just the right spot, seeing stars when your clit rubbed against a growing stiff bump. Stars erupted behind your eyes as you took in a sharp gasp.

“Oh! fuck-“

“shit—“ Bakugou, who couldn’t take his eyes off you, groaned, head hitting the pillow and slightly twitching beneath you, “ride my dick.”

The command caused a throb to course through your whole body, too heavy of a warmth coursing through your veins to even think of objecting. You wasted no time raising yourself off of him and reaching for the hem of his sweats.

Inching them down, he lifted his hips, and you almost stopped what you were doing to watch his abs contract.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that left your mouth, there was so much you wanted to do— so much you wanted to taste. Would he let you do it all?

With his pants and boxers gathered around his ankles, you moved around his claves, putting most of your weight on your palms.

There was so much to look at, but of course, the star of the show was calling your name, ever so slightly jumping for you.

The compelling urge to say what’s on your mind is too strong, “god— you’re so .. pretty.”

Not even caring about his reaction, you bite your lip as tunnel vision sets in.

Leaning down, you hover over his abdomen, making eye contact with those velvety red eyes before placing a slow peck in the middle of his rib cage then sensually going down the toned line. When reaching the pretty pink head, you grasped his slightly curved, veiny shaft in your hands, and like you would a lolly, you gathered most of your saliva and gave the tip a kitten lick; watching Bakugou the whole time. A little drop of pre-cum danced on the tip of your tongue, encouraging you to take more in.

Watching his eyes roll back only spurred you on further, unable to get enough of his reactions. He let out a low groan causing you to moan right back, knowing the vibrations will only drive him crazier.

“Fuuh– you’re so..” trailing off, his hips jolted forward phishing more of himself inside your mouth, causing a bit of a gag. “Dumbass, this is– supposed to be about – you.”

Popping off and slightly pulling away, a thick string of your saliva hung heavy on his tip, “Hmmm?” you hummed, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Shit just– get on my dick.”

Your bottom lip just out in an exaggerated pout, “not having fun?”

His difficulty keeping a steady breath tempted a giddy giggle to bubble out, but you kept your head and only smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, complying.

Taking your time, your movements full of sultry and temptation as you hover over him; and looking down, the thought occurred to you that you’ve never felt so wet before… was it the curse? It had to have been the curse.

Finally, you reach for his firm cock and guide yourself down, but not before toying and teasing the girthy head along your dripping folds.

“Fuckin hell–” you sighed, sinking down. At the same time, he let out a guttural groan, hips uncontrollably thrusting upward to get impossibly deeper.

A second of appreciation of satiety passes before putting your palms flat against his pectorals and beginning smooth grinds with their speeds only growing faster.

“C’mere,” Bakugou said curtly, not waiting to pull you towards his face.

In a clumsy moment, your lips met his and you froze.

Typically, the people you get with (Shindou) don’t allow kissing– it’s too romantic, they say. And maybe that’s true; feeling the blonde’s lips on your caused an abnormal flutter in the midst of all the throbbing.

“Baku–”

“Katsuki. Call me Katsuki right now.” he damn near growled.

It came out breathier than it was supposed to, but when saying his name, he let out another groan before pulling you back down for another kiss.

God– he’s a good kisser; a little whimper slipped out when he pulled away, only for him to smirk and lead you back to him

A spank throttled you back to your previous riding pace. His hands were everywhere, one gripped the fat of your ass while the other one cupped the back of your neck.

So many gratifying things were happening all at once, your head felt so clouded that you almost missed Bakugou muttering, “get your nut, princess. Ride my cock– Squeeze me just like that– shit!”

A hard shudder ran through your body as soon as his thumb circled over your clit, “fuck! Katsuki-”

“Cum, now.” he didn’t have to tell you twice.

Bakugou started meeting you halfway, aggressive thrusts full of strength gave way to you involuntarily contracting, “fuck, I’m going to-”

“Inside, please.” you whimper out, the spent feeling of him using you like a toy catching up with you.

“Fuck–” he hissed, his rams becoming spaced out, pounding the last of himself into you. Then after a heavy sigh, he relaxed into the hospital bed, not without pulling you close to him first.

His softening cock was still inside you but it was no bother. Contentness was all you could manage to feel; both of your breathing has managed to even out, and the glow of the candle was sleep-inducing.

With your head on his pectoral, you went to hold his toned bicep when suddenly, your eyes shot wide open in a fierce panic. Pushing yourself off of him, your gaze switches between his left arm and his face. “Oh my god, Katsuki, your arm? Are you okay?”

“It’ll get better once I rest, so come back over here and make yourself comfortable.”

Head less foggy now, you remembered that it was a fast-acting agent, giving you immediate relief and morally allowing you to resume your previous position.

“You were the one that called out my name, weren’t you?” Bakugou’s voice came out soft, a type you didn’t think could be achieved by the fiery man.

“what?” you whisper back, looking up at him.

“In the stadium, you called out my name after the smoke from the fire lifted.”

You felt blush rush to your cheeks, the call to look away from the blonde was never stronger.

“A-and?” you went ahead and closed your eyes, ready to avoid any confrontation.

“Cheer for me in the next trial.”

Peeking up at him one last time, Katsuki’s eyes were already closed, breathing becoming slower and slower.

[pervysenpaix]

The Night Before Christmas| ShinKami X BlackFem!Reader

Warning: (NSFW 18+)

rimming

oral sex

fingering

foul language

mfm

it's kind of angsty so yeah, ENJOY!

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, the friends were sleeping, while two heroes fucked their spouse.

"Fuck, Gabbie. Just like that."

"You take us so well, puppy."

"Such a good girl. Bouncing on my dick like this. So g-good, so s-squishy".

"Wanna cum again, babe ?"

Sis has been getting railed for the past two hours. Good for her but, bad for you since your room is right next door. Just your luck, you ended up rooming next to these heathens. Fucking into the wee hours of the morning; you all came to these cabin to unwrap gifts but they're too busy unwrapping ass.

"I can't take this shit anymore" you mutter, throwing the covers off and rising from the bed. It's obvious that you wouldn't be getting any sleep so you might as well do something productive. So, mustering your last bit of holiday cheer, you grabbed your slippers and unwrapped gifts and headed towards the den.

"Yes, Kiri! Right there ! Right there !"

"Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet, don't want the hole house to know what a slut you are, right?"

"Tch, everybody knows how much of a whore she is. Isn't that right, Dee? Fuckin' chunky little bimbo"

"'Suki~ , please .. dad-mmph"

"Shut the fuck up and suck daddy's dick like a good girl".

Well, damn. Seems like this house is filled with ho ho whores.

Finally, after navigating the corridors of this obvious whorehouse, you make it to the den and get to work. There's nothing like repetitive labor to take your mind off your dull, single, sexless life. Okay, well your life isn't dull per say, but your two besties get more double d than hooters, meanwhile you're over here giftwrapping homemade soaps, you are not the same sis.

It's not that you couldn't find anybody. Babe, you're a bad bitch. It's just nobody can compare to your first love, and heartbreak, Hitoshi Shinsou.

It's super complicated. Shall I explain ?

It all started during your third year at UA. You, Hitoshi, and Denki Kaminari were all really good friends. The three of you were always together, day and night. Whenever you saw one, the other two were definitely nearby. So, what happened you may ask? Sex. Sex and feelings.

Ya see, Mr. Mindbreak broke you off some of that ✨cock✨ and took your virginity. It was sweet and romantic and perfect because he was one of your bestfriends. Honestly, it was a dream come true and you were so happy until you found out he was fucking Denki too.

Yes, ma'am. Hitoshi was just out here slanging that toxic dick like Kirishima before Katsuki & Dee. (Sidenote, he's still slanging it but he's not toxic anymore since he's in love ❤)

To say you were upset was an understatement. You had given this man a piece of you and he went to fuck your bestfriend right after. Now, in his defense you were never together, nor did he give you any inclination that he wanted to be exclusive. But, he told you he loved you. He'd say whenever he was 10 inches deep and kissing your cervix; or when you were laying against his chest watching movies.

"You know I love you right, angel ?" he'd whisper, brushing his pouty lips over your ear. You would be on cloud nine until he turned his head to squeeze Denki's cheeks. "and I love you too, idiot" he'd chuckle, swiping his thumb over the blonde's lips.

Did you even have the right to be upset? He was always so transparent. Hitoshi never fucked around, he said what he meant and he meant what he said. So, you know that he loved you. That wasn't the problem, the problem was what he didn't say. Shinny never said, "(y/n) I want to make things official. I want you to be my girlfriend.". Those words were never said to you, but he said them to Denki.

"(Y/N). babe! You'll never guess what happened!" Denki squealed, wrapping his arms around you from behind and spinning you in a circle. "Kami, calm down. Stop!" you giggled, swatting him away as he placed kisses on your cheeks and neck. It wasn't weird. He always kissed you there.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm just so happy." He was grinning from ear to ear, when he spun you around to face him, pulling you close so that your body was pressed against his chest. Again, not weird. He always holds you like this. "Okay, spill" You smile, running a thumb over his slightly flushed cheek, his grin faltered a bit and he stared at you for a moment before picking it back up. "It's official, Hitoshi and I are dating !". Your heart dropped. "W-what ?" you squeak, trying to keep a straight face. "Yeah, he just asked me to be his boyfriend. Isn't that great? I can't believe he finally asked."

Denki continued to ramble, too excited to notice your change in mood. It's like your heart was split in two, you wanted to be happy for your bestfriend but how could you?

"He wants to talk to you".

His serious expression took you out of your thoughts. "He what?", Denki took your face in his hand and swiped his thumb over your cheek. "Toshi, he wants to talk to you. It's important."

Wow. He's gonna "break up" with me.

"Umm, yeah. I'll text him. See you later Kaminari." He was stunned by your sudden formality, and even more shocked when you dashed out of the room.

That was two weeks before graduation and the last time you had a decent conversation with either of them. You avoided them as much as possible and when school was over you ghosted them entirely.

Four years went by. Everyone became pro heroes. Life moved on, but you never did. Still grieving the loss of your high school crush and best friend. Yeah, you had the occasional fling or hook but nothing ever stuck. Who could compare?

That's why you hated these trips. The stupid cabin outing that Mina planned for the friend group every Christmas. It was nice to relax and catch up with friends but they were there.

The happy couple. At least until you came around. The mood soured whenever you came around, like you were an unpleasant memory. They happier without you.

"You're up late, angel?"

Oh god. Even after all this time he insisted on calling you that ridiculous pet name. You hated it. It was so stupid. Even though it sent butterflies through your belly.

"Shinsou... H-hey." It's been a minute since you've chatted with one of them alone. Hell, you could barely look them in the face. That beautiful face. He was as handsome as ever, lavender hair pulled up into a messy bun, framing his chiseled face perfectly. A light brush of stubble dusted his cheeks, making him look a bit more rugged. He was shirtless, lean body littered in tattoos and his Chargebolt pajamas hung low on his waist. They wear eachother's merch. Cute.

"Can't sleep ?" He asks, taking the seat next to you. His lavender cologne filled your senses, fuck he smelled good. "My neighbors were being loud." you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Ah yes. The newlyweds." Hitoshi chuckled, "I didn't expect Gabbie to be so enthusiastic."

"Please" you snorted, "I'm surprised that Shoto and Izu have the energy for hero work. That bitch is insatiable."

"Yeah, but you gotta give those two credit. Remember I used to have to hide in your room when they first got together." You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face. Of course you remembered those late nights when he'd sneak into your room and slip under the covers. "They'd fuck like rabbits." you laughed. Shinsou's ears perked up, it'd been a while since he heard that sound up close. "They weren't the only ones" he muttered, locking gazes with you.

Silence. It was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. How were you supposed to respond to that? Why would he bring that up? Could you just die now, please?

"There you are. I was wondering where you had gone!"

Ahh, perfect. Ending awkward silence with awkward rambling.

"Hey, (Y/N)! What 'ya doing up so late?" Kaminari plopped down on your opposite side and spread his arms across the back. You were now caged between the two people that you wanted to avoid the most. "Oh, just being Santa's little helper", you give an awkward laugh and shake the poorly wrapped gift in front of you. "Sweet! Tell me, little elf. Have you been naughty or nice?" Denki asked, wiggling his brows.

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from your chest. Leave it to Kaminari to break four years worth of ice with a cheesy one liner.

"Nice, as always" you drawl, playfully nudging the blonde's shoulder. He took this as a good sign and scooted closer, pressing his thigh against your leg. "Sure, that's what you say now but do you really expect me to just take your word for it?" he teased, a devilish grin playing across his features. He looked really good too. His messy blonde hair fell just above is eyes, giving a peak of those golden orbs. Kami was clean shaven, it complimented his modelesque look. Was he always this handsome?

"You okay, babe? You spaced out for a second." Kaminari asked, concern clouding his cheerful expression. "No" you respond, shaking your head, "I'm just a bit tired. i-I'm gonna go back to my room." You get up to leave but a hand stops you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Shin- , your voice trails off as you feel the effects of Shinsou's quirk settling in your mind.

"Not cool, dude." Kaminari frowned.

"I know. I know, but this is the longest that we've talked to her in four fucking years and I'd like to know why." His words were directed at Kaminari but he stared straight at you. You wanted to move, run away from that Lavender whirlpool that was threatening to pull you in but you couldn't. You were stuck.

"(Y/N), what happened ?"

"What are you talking about?" Your voice was monotone and forced but you still attempted to fight the effects of Shinsou's quirk. "You know what I'm talking about (Y/N)." Hitoshi scoffed, "What happened to us? Why have you avoided us for the past four years?"

Well, he has some fucking nerve.

"Us? Which us are you referring to Shinsou? (Y/N), Hitoshi, and Denki, the three bestfriends? Or do you mean (Y/N) and Hitoshi, and whatever the fuck we were doing?" Your robotic voice did little to convey the emotion behind your words but he got the message. "I- both." he answered softly, sliding closer against you.

Let's just put it all on the table, shall we ?

"You and Kaminari happened, Shinsou" you say, "you and Denki starting dating and left me behind."

"What the hell are you talking about, (Y/N)?" Denki frowned, "you're the one that stopped talking to us remember?" His voice was strained, as is he was trying to keep his emotions in check but he was visibly upset. Clenching his hands into fists until his knuckles were white and chewing on his bottom lip.

"I stopped talking to you before you stopped talking to me."

"Why would we stop talking to you, (y/n)?"

"Because you had eachother ! What did you need me for?" You shouted. When did Shinsou release his quirk? "Plus you were about to "break up" with me anyway.", you finish, using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Shinsou scoffed, "Who said that?". His tone was mocking but he looked distressed. "Kaminari." he frowns and glances towards his shocked boyfriend, "Denks told you that I was going to "break up" with you?"

"No- not exactly" you look away, biting your lip "he told me that you wanted to talk to me about something important. Hitoshi groaned, "and you assumed the absolute worst ? For fucks sake, (y/n)!"

Now you were starting to get confused. If he wasn't going to break up with you then what was he going to say.

"I don't understand ..."

"I was in love with you, (Y/N)! I told you that shit every fucking day. Why would I leave you? Why would Denks? Couldn't you tell by the way he was with you. Come on, man.

This is definitely not what you were expecting.

"Well ... if you weren't going to end things with me then what did you have to talk to me about?"

"Oh god. I thought I was supposed to be the dumb one." Denki mumbled.

"I wanted to talk to you about the three of us being in a relationship. I was in love with the both of you and he felt the same. We wanted us all to be together."

If you had Denki's quirk, you'd probably be short circuiting by now.

"Wait, so you- and him- and all this time ..." you trail off as the pieces start to fit together. The lingering touches, the soft glances, those cheek kisses that were just so close but not quite there. Oh god. Denki Kaminari had been into you this entire time and you never even it realized it.

"I ... I don't know what to say." You pause, looking between the two of them, "i'm sorry".

"Don't cry" Denki whispers, wiping a tear from your cheek. You didn't even realize that you were. "It's okay, you don't have to cry." He pulls you into his lap and pressed your face against his chest; a position that you'd been in so many times before. It could've been more if you weren't so fucking stupid.

There was no stopping the tears now. Denki held you close as you sobbed into his shirt, now wet from salty tears and snot.

"Let's go back to the room" Hitoshi says, gathering your things from the couch. Denki nods and stands to follow him. You wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist while he carries you to their shared bedroom.

***

"Feeling better, angel?" Hitoshi asks, running the back of his hand over your cheek. You were still wrapped around Denki, sloth style, but you were laying in their bed under the covers with Hitoshi pressed against your sides. "Yes." you sniff, wiping your face on the blonde's shirt. If he was grossed out he didn't show it. He seemed content, stroking your back humming in your ear. Just like he used to. God, you were so fucking stupid. You wished that you could kick yourself for being so oblivious.

"That's good." Denki cooed, kissing your cheek. You closed your eyes and sighed, melting against him. When he saw you didn't protest he kissed you again, this time closer to your mouth. And again. And again until his lips were brushing against yours waiting for permission. You met him with a whimper, parting your lips to let him have his way.

It was new and exciting. It was electric. It was Denki. You were kissing Denki Kaminari, your bestfriend... Your bestfriend's boyfriend.

"I'm sorry" you whisper, trying to pull away but he holds you steady, "Don't be. We've wanted this for a long time." He kisses you again, this time more fiercely. His tongue slides into your mouth and maps out your cavern.

You feel lips press against your shoulder, then neck until they're brushing against your ear. "We can talk about this is the morning. Just let us have you tonight. Take us to heaven, angel".

His words enthrall you, he wasn't even using his quirk and you were hypnotized. You turn your head and smash your lips against his, moaning in his mouth when his hand wraps around the back of your neck. "Do you want this, angel?" Shinsou pants as he breaks away from the kiss, "We need to hear you say it."

"I want it. Want you. Both of you."

Your clothes are gone within seconds and your left bare and trembling, in front of the two pro heroes towering over you. "Fuck, Hito. You never told me she was this perfect." Denki swallowed thickly, running his palm over your plush thighs. "Tastes even better than she looks."

✨Kinky✨

"I'll be the judge of that." Denki smirks, grabbing you by the waist and lifting your lower half so that he was eye level, well mouth level with your pussy. You can only groan at the feeling of his wet tongue gliding through your folds. His tongue flicks and presses against your clit before dipping into your entrance. He moans into your cunt, sending blissful vibrations directly to your core. It couldn't get any better.

At least that's what you thought until you felt Shinsou spreading your ass and circling his tongue around your rim. His thick tongue prodded at your hole while his teeth scraped against your plump cheeks.

"Fucking delicious" Denki whimpered, rutting against your leg. His tongue slithered back towards your clit and he sucked it into his mouth before sliding two charged fingers into your wet heat. You wailed his name as his digits squelched inside you. "Told 'ya so" Shinsou joked, working his thumb into your rim and giving your ass sharp smack.

"Toshi!" you moaned, toes curling in pleasure. You could feel your climax approaching and you were desperate for release. "He's not the only one here, baby." Denki growled, he tore his fingers from your sopping cunt, sending a trail of slick flying in the air. "So fucking messy" he smirked, landing a smack of approval right against your clit.

"Fuck, Kami ! Again, please~"

Denki slapped your pussy again, this time with a slight charge and it landed right on your clit.

"OH. MY. GOD!" you screamed, body spasming as the pleasure coursed through you. It's been a while since you came this hard and it was fucking intense. They praised you as you rode your wave, working your body slowly as you came down.

"Good job, angel."

"So good for me."

They lowered your legs gently and you immediately curled into a ball, ready to pass out. Your eyes were fluttering shut when you felt something hard pressing your cheek.

"Aht Aht, wake the fuck up, angel."

"Yeah babe. Santa's the only one that cums once a year."

Merry Christmas !

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[circe-writes]

Bakugo Headcanons

A/N: So I finally managed to whip this one up, even though my brain feels numb at this point :D

Bakugo never realized how he fell for you.

Like this man was just hit with the fact randomly???????

He'd be chopping vegetables and he would just go 'Holy fuck! I love them.'

And it happens even after you guys get together

He'd could be doing you guys' laundry, and he'd see your shirts and just realize how much he loves you.

Mf would never admit it to your face though.

The best you could get was 'You're less annoying than others.'

And honestly? That's enough for you :)

It's canon that he likes cooking.

His love language is cooking for you <3

You'd find random cupcakes in your workplace, with notes attached.

'Eat up dumbass.'

He doesn't look like it but he'll plan dates for you. Now they could range from simple ones, which requires the both of you two to just stay at home cuddled up in blankets, or intricately planned treasure hunt dates for valentines' day <3

"Where did you hide the next clue?"

"You don't remember where we first interacted?"

The increduality and horror on his face is hilarious.

"Of course I remember."

He'd grin, one of those rare grins.

"You called me a 'clumsy asshole with little to no knowledge about hero work. I could never forget."

Watching his face drain to sheepish embarrassment is always fun <3

"It's still true." He'd say haughtily.

"I'm literally the number two hero-"

"And I'm number one." That shit eating smirk again -_-

During the UA reunion parties your beloved Bakugo is grumbling the entire time, especially during Christmas.

"This is idiotic."

"I wanna leave." "It's our house babe."

"Why did we have to come-" "Katsu! You're being rude."

And now this fateful year, you were hosting the Christmas party :D

"Mistletoes are dumb."

He's grateful when people start leaving afterwards

"I'm gonna clean up a little. You need to go sleep." You mumble to him as you look at the mess in your living room.

"I'll help you."

"You get sleepy at 8, suki. It's 11:36 now, you must be dying."

"Yeah well, I can clean up faster than you." He'd grin. You'd roll your eyes before grudgingly starting to clean up with him.

Your body aches till the time you are done.

"Y/N."

"Hm?" You hum as you lean on his standing figure.

"We're standing under a mistletoe."

"What?" You look up tiredly, and sure enough there's a mistletoe there."

Bakugo kisses you before you can react, and you melt into his body, your tiredness and his love having a strong effect on you.

"Didn't you say mistletoes are dumb." You note.

"Die."

You giggle at his words.

"You're insufferable."

And just like that, the clock hits 12 and you're thankful for him to exist <3

[violet-sumire]

Timeline for a fic idea where Inko & All Might meet early and really hit it on

Might write this some day, but until then, have this outline I wrote in an hour

* Sometime before canon, Inko and Hisashi divorce

* Early April: Slime villain, OFA is offered

* Couple days later: Inko is like "I am not letting you meet with some strange man at a dirty beach. I want to meet him"

* Next day: Yagi invited to dinner. Is "AM's assistant". Inko is still concerned, but finds him agreeable. Invites him to dinner again sometime (you're so skinny!)

* Over next month, Yagi comes over more and more. Izuku starts noticing (oh my god, is AM hitting on my mom? and she's hitting on him right back???)

* Just over a month after meeting, in mid May, start going out officially. Izuku is mortified

* Week later, Yagi tells Inko everything (his identity as AM, and OFA). Inko is annoyed she didn't know (and has a small heart attack over how she is DATING ALL MIGHT) but understands the importance of secrecy

* Izuku's overworking is noticed and put a stop to earlier ("Izuku dear, why are you lifting those weights? I know what your plan says.")

* In August, Inko and Yagi start being intimate. Protection is used, but...

* Early December, Inko starts noticing the symptoms. Her last period was over three months ago, and she's been feeling sick a lot lately

* Couple days later, she tells Yagi her suspicions. They agree to use an at-home pregnancy test

* It's positive.

* After some soul searching and enough worrying between the two of them to fuel a small town ("I'm getting up in age, Toshi! What if something happens to the baby?") they eventually decide to keep it. Due date is in mid-June

* Christmas day, they tell Izuku. He's intensely embarrassed but also very very happy. The tenants below them report flooding

* Izuku finishes cleaning the beach about a week before the UA entrance exams (since he never overworked himself, needing to recover). Right there on the beach, he tests out OFA with a SMASH!!!

* Ouch.

* Inko is very very worried and upset, but as it turns out, all that was needed to figure out a better way to use OFA was another person's perspective

* "Izuku, dear, why don’t you try bulking up like Toshi does? You know, filling the quirk throughout yourself."

* Thus, Full Cowl is figured out the day before the entrance examm

* Entrance exam day: beats up robots, saves Uraraka

* For the next week, goes much like canon, but with less depression on Izuku's part because he actually destroyed more than just the big one. Yagi is around less because of his new duties, and refuses to speak to Izuku concerning the exam. Just pretends Izuku didn't say anything when he mentions it. Drives Izuku nuts

* Letter finally arrives. Got 41 villain points and 60 rescue points, earning him 101 points and first place by a mile. Tears abound

* At school the next day, Bakugou is furious. Absolutely enraged. So mad the teachers actually have to scold him for it. He doesn't let up until he finds out "how Deku cheated". Izuku shows him full cowl after school, runs away before he can explain it

* At home: confesses to Inko and Yagi he has absolutely no idea what to tell Bakugou. Yagi knows from talking to Inko how Bakugou is kind of a bully, tells Izuku he has no obligation to explain anything. Says he will have his quirk registered and tell the school this, so the faculty at Orudera should ignore the bullying less ("I know it's discriminatory treatment, my boy, but it's an unfortunate fact of life in our modern society. Perhaps when you're a hero you can work to change it?")

* Bakugou transitions to just glaring at Izuku a lot for the last term of middle school. The other classmates immediately latch onto Izuku as the new top dog. ("He beat Bakugou in the entrance exam! Got first place! And he's got a much nicer personality than him too.") Izuku is flattered, but doesn't get to close to any of them as he generally sees them as hypocrites - they didn't give him the time of day when he was quirkless so they're not really his friends. Still, he doesn't yell at them or call them extras or anything, so they don't mind

* One of them, a girl with a hair levitation quirk, approaches him at one point and apologizes profusely. Without prompting from Izuku, she recognizes her and her class's hypocrisy and feels deeply ashamed. Izuku of course forgives her, and surprises her (and himself) with a hug

* For the last month or so at Orudera, he and the girl stick close together. No one else apologizes

* (Possibly an eventual love interest? Either that or a close friend)

* Eventually, new term at UA starts. Aizawa's test goes smoothly - since he knows Izuku can tone down his strength, doesn't bother erasing his quirk at all. Bakugou also doesn't act out since he's already seen Izuku's quirk. Izuku knows he recognizes this teacher from somewhere but can't seem to figure it out yet without seeing his quirk in action

* Everything goes roughly the same, just a little more smoothly since he's got full cowl - wins more easily in battle training, injures himself less at the USJ

* By this point, Yagi is showing signs of stress. His coworkers are asking him about it but he refuses to explain. Inko's pregnancy is reaching its late stages and he's worrying about her every day

* Sports festival arrives. Todoroki claims Izuku is equal to his power, but says he will win. Recognizes Izuku's lack of training compared with his own

* Events go roughly the same - most differences in Izuku's battle with Todoroki, where he injures himself so much less. Still loses, but no surgery or angry lecture from RG required

* Izuku gets many more offers than in canon, since he's not the crazy bone breaking boy but instead the crazy electric strength boy

* Most notably, Gran Torino is not among them, since Izuku doesn't have such an urgent need for more training with OFA

* Goes with an OC hero based in Hosu, maybe an acrobatic one with an agility & speed enhance quirk. Teaches Izuku to use his legs more in battle

* Izuku quickly becomes a green pinball

* Noumu & Stain incident occurs with little change from canon

* Classes resume - timeline is currently early June. Students begin preparing for term final

* A week or so before finals, Yagi suddenly leaves class, leaving behind a confused 1-B. Izuku is called from his class as well, and his classmates are wondering what's going on. He tells them his mom is going into labor and he wants to be there with her. Some classmates (Ashido, Hagakure, etc.) ask for pictures in the class group chat (there has to be one, right?)

* Izuku and Yagi meet at front of school and quickly drive home in Yagi's car and get her to a hospital to give birth. It goes late in to the night, but everything ultimately goes smoothly

* Midoriya Nana is born at 1:50 AM on June 20th, 21XX

* She already has a full head of lime green hair, and has bright blue eyes

* Pictures are sent to the 1-A chat, to much cooing. Kaminari wonders why she's actually kind of ugly ("newborns always are, kero. Wait a couple weeks and she'll be cuter then.”) Todoroki comments on her similar eye color to All Might

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* Where to go from here? Not sure. Izuku would probably get past users' quirks a bit early, possibly at Kamino (god, would Inko get the fright of her life then. Poor woman)

* Later with Eri: I like the idea of her being adopted - officially or not - by Inko and Yagi, and she gets to act as a big sister to little Nana

* Eri with Inko's half bun?? Super cute

* Nana's eventual quirk: hair pull. Can telekinetically move people's hair (based on the assumption that Yagi's rising/falling bangs are residual from a parent's quirk and thus can be passed down, even if he is technically quirkless). Is the absolute most annoying quirk for a four year old to have

[baby-beelzeburger]

Izuku Masterlist

⁎ multi-part series ⁎

➳ Bad Luck Streak [DISCONTINUED]|| Part One || Part Two              ↳ (Fluff)  An incredibly unlucky Y/n finds themselves constantly in the way of danger. Luckily everyone’s favorite hero Deku will always be there to save the day.

➳ Under Your Spell [DISCONTINUED]|| Part One             ↳ (Fluff, fantasy AU)   Y/n encounters a beast within the woods and retreats to a cottage in the trees. The man who lives there offers shelter and care for their wounds, but he isn’t everything he appears to be. No, he’s much, much more.

⁎ one-shots ⁎

➳ Lost and Found               ↳ (Fluff)  You find a mysterious pen lying on the ground of the dorm’s common room. You’re pretty sure you know who the owner is but, just to make sure, you leave a note on his door. Much to your pleasant surprise, it won’t be the last time you hear from the adorable green haired boy.

➳ Welcome Home              ↳ (Fluff, Hurt/comfort)  Unsure about their life after graduating from UA, Y/n leaves Japan to sort their life out, only telling Todoroki so that no one would worry about where they’ve gone. A year later they find themselves back home, and are invited by Todoroki to his new years party. Y/n is excited to see all their friends again, but there’s one person in particular they must see first.

➳ My Moon, My Stars, and Everything in Between             ↳ (Fluff)  It was the perfect night for stargazing with the love of your life. And a perfect opportunity for you to fall even more in love with him.

➳ Birthday Miracles             ↳ (Light Angst, Mutually pining idiots, Fluff) Every year Izuku’s birthday rolls around, he choose to ignore it and it’s lonely memories. His friends never did, though, always giving their kind birthday wishes. And yet this year, there was no word. Did they all forget? Did they realize just how useless he is and decide to ignore him? He’s felt so loved these past couple years at UA, was that finally coming to an end…? Or were they just hiding something special up their sleeves?

➳ Freaky Friday           ↳ (Fluff, Crack fic) Izuku and his girlfriend Y/n were only trying to have a nice day at the mall, but their plans were quickly ruined when a villain attacks! They fight him off, but not before they both get hit with his quirk. They were sure nothing happened… until they wake up the next morning in each other’s bodies. Things only get worse when Bakugou decides to insert himself into the situation.

➳ Stray            ↳ (Angst)  All you wanted was a relaxing day off, but the universe had different plans for you. When one of Japan’s most wanted criminals lands himself on your balcony, bloodied, bruised, and clearly not looking for a fight, you nurse him back to health and send him on his way. It won’t be the last time you see him, fate had much more in store for you.

➳ Enchanted Hearts           ↳ (Fluff, Modern fantasy AU) One year after moving away from your sorrowful life in the city, you meet a sweet rabbit hybrid named Izuku. You learn his mother is ill and help him by making a cure. He returns the favor by making your heart feel ways it’s never felt before.

➳ Your Christmas Miracle        ↳ (Hurt/comfort, Christmas fic) Izuku is called out for hero work on the afternoon of Christmas day, leaving you all on your own. You can’t help but feel sorry for yourself, despite how you knew Izuku was out there doing what he loved most. But maybe you’re mistaken about what he holds most dear.

➳ ‘Tis the Season for Lots of Love         ↳ (Fluff, Christmas fic)  You, Izuku, Ochako have a small gathering of friends at your house on Christmas eve. It’s your first Holiday season with your lovers, and the magic of this time of year only serves to make you realize just how lucky you are to be with them.

➳ Talk          ↳ (Fluff, Christmas fic) Izuku drags you along for a month long trip to Otheon for Christmas to see Izuku’s friend Rody, but you both realize along the way that maybe you weren’t content just being friends with him, or with each other.

⁎ headcanons ⁎

➳ Random Izuku head canons || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

⁎ misc. ⁎

➳ A gift for @/honey-desires

➳ Finding out that Izuku is ticklish

➳ The Pocky Game with Izuku

➳ Forest God! Deku making you a flower crown

➳ Forest God! Deku meeting Winter God! Reader

➳ Telling Izuku you love him for the first time

➳ Poly Izuocha x reader ramblings

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝that's a little dark.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「 Class 1-A with an emotionless reader who gets hit with a quirk that make them turn back into a child along with the mentality of a child. In the end, Class 1-A and then fluff ensues with them basically fawning over a cute shy and easily flustered reader. But, they discover something about you.」

You couldn't remember what you did yesterday but it felt like you had the greatest sleep in your entire life. As your eyes adjusted to the surprisingly bright light, you slowly got up and looked at your surroundings. The place was unfamiliar and for a second, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and yawning. It seemed that you were in an infirmary of some sort but you don't recall going to school or anything. There were bandages around your arms and neck but it wasn't anything new.

"Oh, you're finally awake, my child." an old lady you didn't recognize swivelled around her office chair and hopped off.

"Who are you and where am I?" you asked, voice coming out a bit weaker than you had expected.

She identified herself as Recovery Girl — the nurse of the school and explained what had happened to you. It seemed like you got hit by a quirk in an unfortunate accident which caused you to turn back into a child with no memory of yourself in the future. You didn't believe it until you saw the different technologies and the date on the calendar. Never in your life you had felt so out of place in your entire life.

While the friendly old lady was trying her best to fill you in, the door to infirmary opened and a brown haired girl stepped in. She had has shoulder length, brown hair that's bobbed and curved inwards at the end. The girl looked at you for a moment, her eyes lit up and you could sense the relief in her eyes. She dropped her belongings and rushed towards the bed you had been sitting on. You backed away on instinct, slightly intimidated by how aggressive she was being.

”Where did you get those injuries from!? I thought you just got hit by a quirk on accident!” she exclaimed, looking at the gauze wrapped around your wrists and neck.

”Calm down. You’re scaring the poor girl.” Recovery Girl stepped in before this brown haired stranger did anything to you.

Recovery Girl explained your situation to the girl who quickly understood the situation. She then approached you but this time, she did it cautiously and ensured that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable nor intimidated by her. After a quick introduction, you leaned that she was Uraraka Ochaco and supposedly one of your classmates. She got down to your eye level and attempted to befriend you. She tried asking a few questions about yourself. You could answer the simplest questions like ones about yourself. However when it came to questions about the times you spend in UA, you shook your head to everything, none of them sounded familiar to you.

Uraraka spoke in a gentle manner that you were not used to and it didn't take long for you to get comfortable around her. She entertained you by telling stories about her life in UA and heroes. The brunette managed to make you smile a bit with her way of storytelling which included a bit of exaggeration here and there along with the occasional hand gestures.

"Uraraka-san? Are you ready to go back to the dorms?" another unfamiliar voice was heard from the entrance of the infirmary. You saw a few heads peek into the infirmary, those you did not recognize at all.

With the help of Uraraka, your situation was explained to the new people that just arrived. It didn't take long for your classmates to gather around you and pointing out how cute you were. Though it was a bit embarrassing to be put under the spotlight, you quite liked the feeling of having so many people care about you. It made you think about how bright the future seemed for you.

You were brought back to the dorms where you met up with your other classmates. Those who knew about your current situation quickly explained what was going on with you to avoid any misunderstanding and confusion. You stood awkwardly at the entrance, fiddling with the hem of your dress and looking down to avoid eye contact. Suddenly, you were pushed forward by an unknown force, falling on your knees.

“Who left their fucking child here?” a scary looking guy glared down at you as you tried recovering from the small fall you had.

”Hey, Bakugou! Mind your language!” his friend whispered at the ash blonde who just clicked his tongue in response.

Their loud voices startled you which resulted in you to hide behind Uraraka's legs as if it was the safest place in the world. You gripped tightly on her skirt, hiding yourself from the people you didn't recognize. Loud voices always made you nervous and scared, it reminded you of your mother whenever she was unsatisfied with your performance. Uraraka let her hand stroke your hair to soothe your nerves a little. Ashido stood in front of the two of you with her hands on her hips, looking like a mother reprimanding their child.

"Bakugou, you're scaring [First Name]!" the pink haired girl scolded Bakugou who seemed a bit confused.

"You're telling me this brat is [Nickname]?" he closed the distance between the two of you with a few large strides. He stared at your for a few seconds to study your face a bit. It didn't take him that long to actually recognize a few familiar features and eventually he walked off, muttering something under his breath.

"I've never seen her like this before!" Uraraka cooed as you continued to hide behind her legs. You were never the type to be in the center of attention and didn't have any friends in when you were young because of how shy and awkward you were. Ashido crouched down and offered you a small jar of cookies that she had found in the kitchen.

"Should we send her home? She might be more comfortable staying with her parents." Yaoyorozu suggested, watching you munching on the cookie that you've been handed to.

"I think its best we tell her family about it this." Iida took it upon himself to pull out his phone and prepare to dial your home.

”Are we all having a sleepover?” you spoke up after being silent almost the entire time you arrived at the dorms.

"I don't want to go home." Everyone stopped to stare at you for a while, some surprised because it was the first time they've heard you since you came back. The girls looked at each other for a while as if they were silently communicating with one another. Midoriya who seemed to be the first one to notice that you seemed a bit uncomfortable, crouched down in front of you.

"You can stay here with us if you want. I'm sure everyone is okay with that." the viridian haired male gave you a gentle smile that made you feel a bit relaxed.

"Do you like having sleepovers, [First Name]-chan?" Ashido plopped down right next to you.

"I don't have friends and mommy doesn't like having me around." you mumbled.

"That's silly. I'm sure your mother is worried about you." Iida replies.

"Nu uh, mommy strangles me like this every night.” you shook your head lightly and wrapped your hands around your neck to imitate someone strangling you. The room immediately grew silent at your comment, clearly unsure of how to respond to your oddly specific comparison.

"Haha, good joke [First Name]-chan!" Kaminari patted your head gently, his laugh clearly a forced one.

"Mommy used to pull my hair too."

You never the friendly type of person to begin with anyways. From the very first day you got into UA, you were quite anti-social, never initiating any conversations or made effort to befriend anyone. However, it was quite surprising to know that you've been abused when you were younger. Almost everyone seemed shocked by the revelation and had no idea how to react.

"My mom gave me this scar." Todoroki crouched down next to you and gestured to the scar over his eye.

”I can’t believe that the only thing closed off people have in common is the fact that they’ve been abused.” Jirou muttered out loud.

"Okay, don't worry! We're all having a sleepover tonight!" Uraraka beamed brightly which made your eyes light up like a Christmas tree. A small smile made its way to your features and you couldn't help but sway excitedly.

"Everyone is joining right?"

There was no way they could refuse those hopeful eyes of yours, not when you have been through so much at such an age. They all seemed eager, suggesting a movie, snacks and games.One particular ash blonde looked indifferent, hands shoved into his pockets as he began to slowly walk away from the crowd of people. The first person to notice that he was making his way back to his own room was Iida.

"Where are you going Bakugou-kun?" the class president had asked as if it was a natural that Bakugou was also supposed to be a part of this so called 'sleepover'. Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at Iida as if he had gone insane.

"What makes you think that I will join this stupid—" the ash blonde gestured at whatever was going on.

"But a sleepover is not one without everyone." your quiet voice interrupted, your small hands tugging at his pants. He held his tongue after seeing Iida wildly gesture at him not to be so mean to you. The entirety of the class seemed to be really hell bent on giving you what you wanted.Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitching and began weighing his options.

Sero, Ashido, Kaminari and Kirishima were openly pleading him to stay while some others seem to believe that Bakugou would never want to sit down for a stupid sleepover. The ash blonde gave in, realizing that no matter what he chose, it won't be any different. If he chose to not participate, he probably won't be able to fall asleep from all the noise. And the possibly of witnessing these extras embarrass themselves didn't sound too bad.

"Fine! You guys are so annoying....." Bakugou grumbled. Your eyes lit up at his change of heart and began tugging him enthusiastically towards the common area’s couch.

Why does he agree to the stupidest things?

Total: 1717 words Published: 05.06.2021

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[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

hear those bells ring deep in the soul (a katsuki bakugo/reader fic)

Summary: Pro Hero Dynamight was Japan’s Number Two Hero. He'd worked hard to achieve his position, his fame. And now it was all going down the damn drain, along with his hearing.

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Bakugo is suffering from hearing loss as a side effect of his quirk, and he struggles with how to face this new challenge. Enter Reader with a healing quirk.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo/Reader; Katsuki Bakugo/You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Blood & violence. 

A/N: No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.” 

Ao3 Link: Here 

*****A/N Part 2: This post has now been updated to include the links to Ch 2

Ch 2 Tumblr Link: Here 

Pro Hero Dynamight was Japan’s Number Two Hero. Actually, he’d argue he was tied for first place with the current Symbol of Peace, Shitty Deku. Their victory statistics were basically the fucking same, the only difference was the freckled idiot was made of smiles and sunshine and stupid fucking sugar or something. The whole world ate out of his scarred, fucked up hand, and Darling Deku ate up all the media’s attention in return. 

In contrast, Bakugo wasn’t a “people person,” as Deku loved to put it, but… he also wasn’t the same fifteen-year-old brat who got muzzled on live national television. Pro Hero Dynamight was known for his crass, blunt language, his vicious streak of justice when it came to villains, but people also looked up to him. Extras cheered for him in the streets as he exploded past mid-battle. Children ran up to him on patrol and asked him to sign their books, their photos, their Dynamight merch. On one memorable occasion, that he may or may not have saved on his computer, a national news channel ran a live clip from a disaster site, a villain attack turned rescue mission after a building collapsed. The soundbite was only thirty seconds, a close up of a pale, dusty woman with a shallow cut on her brow. The splash of crimson and her bloodshot blue eyes were the only spots of color on her, everything else washed out in white plaster and cement dust, tear tracks carving grooves down her cheeks. 

But the smile on her face could have lit up goddamn Tokyo. 

“Dynamight saved us,” the woman had said to the news reporter, her voice full of awe and tears. “I-I got stuck under some debris, but I heard the moment Dynamight arrived, and I just knew we were safe. The battle was over a minute later, and then he just… pulled me out of the wreckage. He pulled us all out. He’s… the greatest hero I’ve ever seen.” 

That was a nice stroke to his ego. And the dazed woman had been right. He had pulled everyone out of that building, and not a single person died that day, which only confirmed what he already knew: 

Katsuki Bakugo was the best of the best. Deku might have been the better show pony, but Dynamight was an undefeated hero, fierce, fearless, ferocious. 

Except right now… he was fucking scared out of his mind. 

This couldn’t be happening. 

“What?” he snarled at the extra in the white coat standing before him. 

The man flinched and visibly recoiled, shuffling back a step and partially ducking behind his tablet device. When he spoke again, he’d raised his voice an entire fucking octave. 

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” the doctor stammered, but then he seemed to regain his composure and lowered his voice a little. “I… I wish I had better news for you, Dynamight, but…” 

He trailed off and swallowed, the jut of his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the thin skin of his throat. 

“But what?” Bakugo spat, something like magma roiling in his veins, pops of heat crackling against his palms like splatters of hot oil from a stove. 

“B-But this… can’t come as a complete shock to you,” the doctor said as he glanced back at his tablet. “Other physicians before myself must have warned you of the risks.” 

The risks. Bakugo bared his teeth in a silent snarl. What did this fucking extra, with his soft hands and softer body, know about risks? The heat in his palms grew until he could see their red-hot glow out of the corner of his eye. 

“Well, who and how much do I gotta pay to fix it?” Bakugo demanded as he shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“That depends,” the doctor hedged and adjusted the square black glasses perched on his stupid face. “There are a variety of aid types—” 

“I don’t want fuckin’ support gear or aids,” Bakugo sneered. “I want mine fixed.” 

Now, the doctor’s face grew pitying. “I’m afraid that’s just not possible, given a number of factors, most importantly your current occupation.” 

“My current occupation?” the hero seethed, teeth bared again like a wounded dog, a cornered wolf, snapping at the world. “Are you fucking KIDDING—” 

A hint of fear sparked in the doctor’s eyes, but he suddenly raised a hand, palm out in the universal symbol for stop. “Dynamight, sir, I know this is distressing, but there are other sick patients in these walls, so please refrain from using your quirk.” 

“I’m not usin’ shit,” Bakugo snapped, but then the doctor’s eyes flicked downward, and Bakugo followed them to his hands, wreathed in sparks and flares of flames, lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. 

The breath stuttered in Bakugo’s lungs. 

He hadn’t even felt himself call upon his quirk. 

Even worse… he hadn’t heard it when he did. 

He dropped his hands quickly, shoving them back in his pockets. Bile rose in his throat, but he washed it down with blood as he bit through his tongue. 

“There has to be… something,” he gritted out, curling his hands into fists in their confines. “A healer—” 

“Healers are rarer than you think,” the doctor sighed and shook his head. “And what’s more, they’re usually specific and limited. Their abilities are tied to blood types or restricted to relatives or even limbs. One nurse here can only heal femur bones.” 

“Bullshit they’re rare, I’ve met at least two goddamn healers just this month,” Bakugo spat. “These paramedics—” 

“And how strong where they?” the doctor cut him off again, raising an eyebrow. “You said paramedics, so I’m going to assume their talents mostly lie in the superficial and basic: triage, stopping the bleeding, knitting skin back together, etc.” 

“What’s your fucking point?” He was this close to punching the asshole right in the glasses. 

“My point is the inner workings of your ear are much more delicate than a broken rib or lacerated arm,” the doctor said in a really condescending tone that Bakugo did not appreciate. “But let’s say you do find a healer specific enough and skilled enough to restore the hearing you have already lost without damaging anything else in the process. What then? I don’t imagine Japan’s Number Two Hero retiring less than ten years after his debut and hanging up his quirk.” 

Bakugo scowled, heart kick-starting in his chest, his gut tying itself in a knot. 

No. No, that wasn’t possible. Katsuki Bakugo was a hero, the best of the best. It was all he’d ever wanted, and he would be damned if it was taken from him. 

The doctor must have seen as much on the blond’s face because he sighed and adjusted his glasses again. “Exactly. Which means you’re just going to keep destroying your ears again and again, and even if say Recovery Girl was still alive, the repetitive healing sessions would destroy your own body’s healing factor, and after a while, you would still lose you’re hearing.” 

“Tch.” Bakugo looked away and gritted his teeth so hard they ached. 

The doctor sighed. “You’re already at moderate hearing loss, Dynamight, so while we do still have some options, they are limited. Honestly… I’m surprised you didn’t come in sooner.” 

He should have. He fucking should have. He’d been noticing little things for years, but he just brushed it off, yelled at Deku to speak the fuck up and stop mumbling, told himself his phone must be a piece of shit and that’s why he didn’t hear a call or message. The low persistent ringing he’d been experiencing since UA was harder to write off, but after a while, it was also easier to ignore. 

Then, on his last mission, Bakugo was shoving some weak ass villain at a couple of cops. The battle had lasted less than five minutes, and he was still itching for a fight, his quirk burning just beneath the surface of his skin, like embers waiting to explode back into flame. In the next moment, a hand had suddenly clamped down on his shoulder from behind, and he’d reacted out of reflex, flipping his attacker over his shoulder and nearly blasting them in the gut for good measure. 

“Whoa! Fuck, dude, it’s me!” Kirishima had yelped, his skin rippling and hardening in an instant. Wide, red eyes gaped up at him, and Japan’s Number Three Hero even looked a little worried. “Didn’t you hear me? I called your name like five times.” 

Bakugo had dropped Red Riot like he was on fire. No. No, Dynamight hadn’t heard his patrol partner. In fact, all he could hear in the moment was the muted wailing of sirens, the low murmur of shouting extras, and the blood roaring in his head. 

Now, two days later he was standing in front of a doctor who was telling him there was nothing more they could do. 

But that was fucking unacceptable. He couldn’t lose his hearing. What kind of shitty hero would he be if he couldn’t hear where the villains were in battle or where stupid extras in need of saving were in rescue situations? 

He wouldn’t be a hero at all, just a fucking liability. 

Bakugo tried to imagine having to retire, to hang up his hero costume, to leave Shitty Hair in charge of their joint agency. What would he do? He’d wanted, and planned, to be a hero since he was five years old. He had no other skills, not really. It wasn’t like he could work a damn desk job. Well, UA might throw him a bone, offer him a pity faculty position. 

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth. 

“What… are my options?” he asked haltingly as he snapped his eyes up and locked gazes with the doctor. “You said I still had some.” 

The man in the white coat blinked in surprise, but then he straightened up and tapped at his tablet. “Currently, you have a few options, but you’d receive the best outcome if we did them all together. First, we can get you fitted for some hearing aids for you to wear while you are off duty. They would significantly increase your hearing capacity in your normal day-to-day life.” 

Bakugo felt his face pull into a scowl. “Off duty? I need them while I’m on duty!” 

“If you wear them while using your quirk, you’ll ruin the rest of your hearing in one blow,” the doctor said with a straight face. “Hearing aids amplify sounds. Amplifying your explosions is the last thing we want.” 

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do then?” the hero snapped, heat flaring through his body with a supernova. 

“Since I assume you’re going to continue your hero work, I would recommend contacting a support gear company.” The doctor made a note on his tablet. “We’ll email you the contact information for several companies the hospital has connections with, and once you chose one, we can send them your file. There are numerous noise-cancelling devices out there, but given your situation, you will probably need to collaborate with them for something custom. The goal is to having something to protect your ears-- a helmet, headphones, anything really—while you are using your quirk. Between such a device and the hearing aids, I hope we can preserve what’s left of your hearing and maybe give you a little bit back. But I will warn you… you’re hearing will never be as it was. You should know that now.” 

You’re hearing will never be as it was. 

You’re hearing will never be as it was. 

You’re hearing will never be as it was. 

The words cycloned through Bakugo’s head, round and round and round, destroying every other thought in their path. He felt detached from himself, the doctor’s voice fizzling out into a muffled drone. His vision seemed to narrow and darken, like he was viewing the world at the end of a very long and dark tunnel. One minute, he was standing there in that examine room, and then he blinked and was on the street, people rushing past him like a river unbothered by the boulder in its current. 

He glanced down at his hand, at the paperwork for his follow up appointment and his fitting for the hearing aids. Heat squirmed under his skin, in his veins, like something living, something that wanted to get out. 

Bakugo bared his teeth, crumpled the paper in his fist, and let the heat rush through his body, down through his arm, and into his hand. He didn’t hear the crackle, but he saw the flares of light, trapped between his palm and the paperwork like fireflies. 

Then he opened his hand, and he watched the wind catch the ash and carry if off down the street, out of sight. 

He needed a fucking drink. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Several hours later, Bakugo stumbled out of his usual dive bar, the taste of whisky still burning a hole through the back of his throat. The night was colder than he anticipated, colder than it should be for the beginning of autumn, and he grumbled and cursed as he hunched against the wind. He squinted at his phone, debating on whether to call a car, but in the end it was too much trouble. He was less than a half an hour’s walk from his apartment, and it was late, so he wouldn’t have to worry about extras coming up to him for photos or goddamn autographs. 

Besides, the whisky hadn’t helped to quench the heat writhing through his veins, in fact the alcohol only made it worse. Bakugo felt restless, all pins and needles and ants, so maybe the brisk walk would burn off some of that energy. 

Decided, Bakugo turned in the direction of home and began the long, stumbling journey through the midnight streets. 

Time passed as sluggishly as his feet, which he made sure to stare down at so he didn’t trip over them. Like he anticipated, he passed no one on the sidewalks, and few cars rumbled past him. It wasn’t surprising, this neighborhood was mostly shops that closed by sundown and a few residences. The dive bar he’d left was a holdover from past decades when this side of town was rougher, but Bakugo suspected the old man who owned the joint would live on for at least another decade, if only to spite the development companies that kept trying to buy him out. The ornery bastard was half the reason Bakugo loved that bar, the other half being their decent whisky and usually empty stools. 

“Shit,” he mumbled as he suddenly slipped, tittering on the edge of the curb. 

He shook his head and managed to regain his balance, but when he took another step, he wobbled again. 

“Come on, you drunk idiot,” he hissed at himself as he stumbled once more. 

Except… he’d been standing still that time. 

“Hah?” Bakugo squinted down at his feet. 

The pebbles around his shoes rattled and jumped. He didn’t think he was that drunk, but he slapped his cheek with a bit of heat to his palm. The snap of warmth and pain woke him up a little, but when he glanced back down at the ground, everything was still moving. 

“What the fu—” 

Then the road undulated under his feet like a living thing, and the shockwave hit him a moment later. 

Bakugo barked a curse as he was bucked several feet into the air, twin explosions blooming from his palms so he could right himself and land on his feet. He snapped his head up as he skidded to a stop, and the breath stilled in his lungs. 

Up ahead, a man stood in the middle of the intersection, staring down the road to Bakugo’s left. Black rubble and goo floated around him like asteroids trapped in a planet’s orbit, and even from a distance, Bakugo could see the crazed smile on the man’s pale, black-streaked face. 

A moment later, several heroes lunged out from around the corner and barreled straight for the villain, only to be blasted backwards as the villain flung out his hands and commanded the black debris and goo to slam into the idiots. 

The villain threw back his head and seemed to laugh maniacally. Bakugo couldn’t hear it, but that didn’t matter. Lava was starting to boil in his veins, burning off the last of the whisky, and Dynamight felt an equally crazed smile stretch across his mouth. 

This idiot had chosen the wrong road to fuck up tonight. 

Heat condensed in his palms like collapsing stars, and then he was exploding forward, the taste of ozone and nitroglycerin on his tongue. 

Within moments, Bakugo was able to determine the villain’s quirk revolved around asphalt. The bastard was able to pull large chunks of it out of the road and then liquify parts of them until they were scalding and sticky. 

The other heroes—whoever they were, Bakugo didn’t even care to check—struggled to evade the villain’s attacks, but evasion wasn’t Dynamight’s style. He came at the bastard head on, exploding every rock and tar puddle in his way. 

Of course, asphalt was flammable, so flames were flaring up all around the street now, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid enough to get burned. If the other heroes were, that was on them. 

Dynamight was here to get the job done. 

“Come here, ya sonvabitch,” Bakugo snarled as he blasted apart a chunk of asphalt aimed for his head. 

The villain shrieked out something high-pitched that Bakugo didn’t catch, and then the fucker was swinging out his arm, a blob of black tar following the arc. 

Bakugo let out a controlled burst toward his feet and backflipped through the air, crunching down on the roof of a parked car. He could see some of the other heroes waving at him from the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying over the wailing of the car alarm below him. 

The villain’s sneer was a white slash on his black, goo-streaked face, and Bakugo bared his teeth back in an expression halfway between a feral grin and a beast’s snarl. He could feel the heat crackling along his palms as he contemplated his next move, but then the villain shouted something, and all the asphalt floating in the air rocketed back towards him like the fucker was a magnet. 

As Bakugo watched, the debris and goo coalesced into a singular shape, liquifying and hardening in turns until a giant black arm the size of a semi was hovering over the road. The fingers wiggled in a jaunty little wave as the villain shouted something again that was lost to the car’s still wailing alarm, and then the giant hand curled into a fist and dropped down on Bakugo like the hammer of some god. 

He exploded out of the way and up into the air right before the fist smashed into the car he’d been standing on, and the siren cut out with a muffled crunch. 

Bakugo had barely landed before the arm was shooting out again, but this time it wasn’t aimed for him. 

A stupid fucking extra had stumbled out of one of the buildings and stood gaping like a goddamn moron on the sidewalk. Several of the on-scene heroes rushed forward, but the hand swatted them aside like annoying flies. The idiot civilian was still just standing there, though, and Bakugo found himself airborne before he could even process the thought. 

“Run!” he roared as he reached the extra and shoved him out of the way, but an instant later, he felt stony fingers wrap around his torso and squeeze. 

Bakugo wheezed out a curse as the giant hand lifted him into the sky, the pressure around his ribs increasing with every second. The asphalt was hot in some places, too, scalding the skin of his left arm where it was pinned against his hip. He wrenched his right arm around and tried to aim at the wrist of the asphalt appendage, but the angle was off, and the few chunks he was able to blast were quickly replaced by more rubble and boiling tar. 

“Fuck!” Bakugo screamed as the fist clenched down around him. His ribs strained, his lungs unable to expand, pain licking at him like the flames flickering in his peripherals. 

Distantly, he heard the villain’s laughter below him, and as the arm swayed to the side, Bakugo realized he was right above the bastard. His vision swam, his ribs screaming, his arm burning, but Bakugo gritted his teeth as he aimed his right palm down. He concentrated every ounce of his quirk into his hand until it glowed white-hot, and the asphalt around him began to liquefy again. 

The villain’s eyes widened as he realized what the hero was doing, and the fucker wildly swung out his arm in a last-ditch effort. The giant asphalt limb responded in kind, but Bakugo unleashed his quirk right before the arm flung him through the air. 

A massive explosion rocked the street an instant later, and the subsequent shockwave slammed into his back and propelled him through a window. 

He felt the impact and pain as he struck the glass, and then… 

Nothing. 

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“Ouch, fuck!” you cursed as your pricked yourself for the millionth time. 

A red drop of blood beaded up on the pad of your index finger, and you scowled before you sucked the smarting appendage into your mouth. It was more of a reflex than anything, since by the time you pulled your finger out, the pinprick of a wound was already healed. Healing such a small injury would usually barely even register to you, but the clock above your desk was inching closer and closer to midnight, and you’d been up since 6am. You also skipped dinner so you could finish altering the dress you were currently working on, which didn’t help your energy levels, but you were just a few stitches away from completing your task, so you hunched back over and powered through the next five minutes. 

When you were finally done, you sat back in your chair with a sigh and threw down your needle and thread. The sewing table before you swam and doubled as your vision struggled to focus on something, and you rubbed at your tired, burning eyes. You always tried to work reasonable hours, have a healthy work-life balance, but somehow you always found yourself slaving away into the dark hours of the night. You tried to tell yourself it wasn’t your fault. You’d lived here less than a year, so you didn’t know many people beyond your few neighbors and the old ladies who frequented your alterations shop. 

You were also trying very hard to keep your grandparents’ business afloat. 

Your grandfather had been a tailor, your grandmother a seamstress. They’d opened a shop together over fifty years ago, and if your parents hadn’t moved to America before you were born, you were sure you father would have taken over the family business. In the end, though, after your grandparents passed, you were the one to take up the needle and pull up your roots. You’d always loved making your own clothes, and you’d always felt… disconnected in America. Nothing had ever felt… right, no matter how many jobs you hopped around to. The US had been the only home you’d ever known, but when you and your parents spoke Japanese together, it had made something ache deep in the center of you, something you couldn’t name or place. 

So, when your father said he was taking a trip to the homeland to sell his parents’ shop, you’d gone with him and somehow convinced him to sign everything over to you. Which was more than just a little insane. Your prior work history had been in food service and clothing retail, and your degree was in linguistics for fuck’s sake. You had no idea how to run a business, let alone in another country. Thankfully, you spoke Japanese fluently, so that had been one less hurtle to overcome, but everything else had been a dramatic learning curve. Getting to know the new city, figuring out the currency, hell even navigating the vastly different social norms of Japanese culture was daunting, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have numerous fumbles along the way. 

It, everything, had definitely taken some getting used to. 

Now, a year later, things were just starting to really look up. You had used most of the money your grandparents left you to renovate the shop, get new equipment, and fix the upstairs apartment you lived in. About two dozen loyal customers helped to pay your bills and keep you afloat, and one-to-two new customers walked into your shop each month just on word of mouth. You weren’t rich by any means, but you weren’t struggling like you did in America. You felt… happy here, if a little tired. Fulfilled. 

That might also have had something to do with your little… side business. 

You bit your lip as your eyes shot to your window guiltily, like someone was watching you. You weren’t doing anything wrong—right now, anyways—but for the last six months, it’s been hard to shake off your paranoia. 

And your guilt. Which was ridiculous. You weren’t hurting anyone. In fact, you were doing the exact opposite. 

But it was still against the law. Here in Japan, at least. 

That was another thing that took some getting used to. The Japanese government had strict laws on quirk usage, unlike in America where everything was about individualistic rights. In Japan, only heroes were given almost free reign, but even they had some restrictions on when and how they could use their powers. 

For the rest of the Japanese populace, using quirks in day-to-day life, without official permission, was frowned upon at best and illegal at worst. 

Because of your specific quirk, you leaned more toward the illegal side of things. 

Healing quirks were rare. That’s what you’d been told all your life. Your mother’s quirk was the ability to lower fevers by somehow using her own body to regulate the temperature. Nothing super special or powerful, but she’d gone on to become a pediatric nurse, so she had used her quirk to its fullest and made a long, happy career for herself. 

When you were young and your quirk manifested, you thought you would follow in your mother’s footsteps. 

But as a teenager, you’d come to some hard realizations about yourself. 

One, you weren’t strong enough to be a hero. You’d tried to get into a hero course in the States, several in fact. One course rejected you solely on your application, and then you failed two entrance exams. It had been a devastating blow to your youthful dreams and self-esteem, but your mother encouraged you, said being a hero wasn’t the only way to use your quirk for good. 

So, you turned your focus to medicine… and quickly discovered that wasn’t right for you, either. Your mother hated when you said this but… you just weren’t smart enough. You had tried, really did, but everything was such a struggle, like Sisyphus slogging uphill through the mud. It just didn’t click for you like it did for your mom. You also hated to admit it, but you were a little squeamish. You were fine with small stuff, cuts and bruises, broken fingers, but once you had to dissect a large pig in an anatomy class, and the smell and weight of the pig’s slippery organs in your hands made your lunch rise up into the back of your throat. You somehow managed to make it through the class, but directly after you ran to the bathroom and emptied your own guts into the toilet. 

With your dreams of being a hero and doctor dashed, you’d been a little aimless in college, taking random courses to fill your time and see if anything spoke to you. Then, during an 8am linguistics lecture you signed up for on a whim, something ignited inside you. Languages spoke to you like science and medicine never did. So, you’d changed your major to linguistics, minored in Japanese to feel closer to your parents, and took ever other language credit you could get your hands on. In between classes, you’d taken up sewing again while you listened to your audio assignments. It was just something to keep your hands busy at first, a skill your father taught you as a child until you abandoned it, but then your roommates complimented your work and started asking you to hem their jeans or take in their skirts. They offered to pay you, but you always declined, saying it was no trouble, you liked the work, and you liked being able to help. 

At some point, you realized that was all you had ever wanted to do. Help people. And if you couldn’t save them as a hero, you would find some other way to make yourself useful. 

So, you studied languages in the hopes of being able to help others communicate. You altered your friends’ clothes and made them small things like a monogrammed scarf or mittens. And, occasionally, you healed your roommates’ hangovers or food poisoning, stopped the bleeding when they cut their fingers making dinner, pushing through their pain to make them whole again. It wasn’t a lot, nothing really, but it was something, and it made you feel purposeful. 

When you moved to Japan, you mourned the loss of being able to use your quirk on others, but you shoved the thought aside and focused on your work and the shop and figuring out how to settle down in your first home on your own. 

Then, six months after you took over the shop, Mrs. Kojima, a little old lady in her seventies, had brought in her grandchildren’s uniforms to be patched and altered. She’d known your grandparents for many years, so she was always kind and had a story to share with you about your father in his youth or the gorgeous dresses your grandmother used to make. You always looked forward to Mrs. Kojima’s visits, and she always had a way of making you feel younger than you were, but not in a bad way. She just made you feel… nostalgic and safe, like you were listening to your late grandma talk over the phone. 

This was probably why, when Mrs. Kojima slipped and fell in front of your counter, you reacted without thinking. The old lady barely had time to hit the floor and cry out before you were hovering over her, a green aura illuminating your hands. Her pain hit you a moment later, like a heated slap to the face, a bone-deep ache in your leg, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through the discomfort. Then you moved your fingers over to the hip Mrs. Kojima was clutching, and a moment later you felt the drain as your energy siphoned into the elderly woman’s body. Thankfully, it had only been a fracture, not a full break, so you barely even felt the difference in your strength, but as Mrs. Kojima gaped up at you, realization struck you like a freight train. 

You had used your quirk, without a license, without permission, hell without the consent of Mrs. Kojima. Healing quirks were illegal for a reason, so many things could go wrong, and you weren’t properly trained. Your breathing hitched as panic seized your heart, squeezing like a vise, and your entire world had just begun to crash down around your ears when Mrs. Kojima sat up and threw her arms around you. 

“Thank you,” she’d sniffled into your hair in Japanese. “Thank you so much.” 

After the initial shock wore off, you had helped Mrs. Kojima into a chair, and she’d continued to thank you over and over again, saying how money was tight and she would have hated to be a burden to her children with hospital bills and a long recovery. She talked about how a lot of her elderly friends were in similar positions, dealing with perpetual aches and pains but having no way to pay for treatment or seek relief. 

The sadness in her face had twisted something in your chest, an ache you were all too familiar with. It was the one you felt after you failed the hero course entrance exams. The ache you felt when you realized you could never be a doctor. The ache of being helpless in the face of suffering. 

Your mouth had opened without your permission, and you told Mrs. Kojima that you would help her, and her friends, whenever they needed it. The elderly Japanese woman tried to wave you off, saying she didn’t want to get you in any trouble, but you had just smiled and said, “I’m fine with making a little good trouble.” 

You didn’t know where your courage had come from, but you let it carry you past your fears and doubts. 

So, for the last six months, Mrs. Kojima had brought all of her friends, and sometimes their children and grandchildren, to you when they were in need of healing. They always brought dresses or pants or blouses for you to fix as a cover, and you did do alterations work for them, but you also eased flaring arthritis, cataracts, fevers, and scrapped knees in the backroom. You refused to take payment for these secret services, it just felt wrong, but the little old ladies somehow always snuck large “tips” into your register when you weren’t looking. 

Mrs. Kojima and every one of her friends and family members swore to their ancestors to keep your secret, and you trusted them, but you still couldn’t help proverbially looking over your shoulder, holding your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the police to barge in and take you away. 

It hadn’t happened yet, but the worry of it kept you up most nights, which was maybe another reason why you threw yourself into your work until you were so tired you just passed out. 

You sighed again as you stretched and felt your back pop, releasing some of the tension in your spine. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was just past midnight, and you winced. You had to be up at five tomorrow—today, now—because Mr. Akane wanted to come in early before you opened the shop. His bad knee was giving him trouble again, an old injury he’d obtained as a boy. You were unable to fully reconstruct the joint—that took more strength and stamina than you currently possessed—but you were able to soothe his pain for weeks at a time, which he was immensely grateful for. He always brought you fresh fish when he came by, “gifts” he’d emphasized when you reminded him you didn’t take payment, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the gesture. You weren’t exactly hurting for money, but you also didn’t normally splurge on fish caught just that morning, and you told yourself you deserved the small treat. Besides, the protein helped boost your energy and stamina levels, which meant you could heal more people, so really Mr. Akane was merely investing in his future treatments. 

Your stomach grumbled at the thought of food, and you dragged yourself out of your chair before picking your way across your messy apartment to the kitchen. The apartment wasn’t very large, one large space for kitchen, dining, and living room, with one small bedroom and one bathroom down a hallway to the right when you walked in the front door. But it had been your grandparent’s home for many years before they bought a larger house after having your father, and it sat right above the shop, so you never had to worry about running late for work.

Bolts of fabric, some client pieces, and a few of your own personal sewing projects were strewn over every available surface of the main room, but you had the cleared path through the chaos memorized, so you were tossing leftovers in the microwave barely thirty seconds later. The warmed-up curry and rice—another “gift” from Mrs. Kojima—tasted as good as it had the last several days, and you hummed as the spiced meat slid down your throat and settled in your belly. After the first bite, your hunger seemed to hit you in full force, and you scarfed down every last bite in a matter of minutes. When you were done, the minor headache that had been pulsing behind your eyes abated, and you yawned as you rinsed off the dishes. 

You set the damp plate on the edge of the counter as you reached for a towel, but then a sudden tremor, followed by a loud boom, seemed to shake the building, and the plate tittered on the counter’s edge for a moment before it crashed to the floor. 

“Fuck!” you gasped as you jumped back and away from the ceramic shards, but another tremor-boom combo had you stumbling, and you scrambled to grab the back of the couch so you didn’t fall on your ass. 

Your wide eyes took in the broken plate scattered at your feet before they jumped to the window on the opposite side of the room. The night sky was dark beyond, cut only by the dim street light just beyond the window’s view. You held your breath as your heart hammered in your ears, the hair on the back of your neck prickling, sweat slicking your palms. 

What the fuck was that? Your first thought was earthquake—you hadn’t experienced one yet, but you knew they were common in Japan—but then you remembered the booms. 

Maybe… maybe an electrical box blew? But no, the lights were still working. A car crash? 

Then another boom vibrated you down to your very bones, and you fell to one knee as the breath hitched in your lungs. 

That sounded… closer. 

With your heart in your throat, you half scrambled, half crawled the last few feet to your window, and you peeked your head over the sill just as a flash off white-hot light lit up the night sky. 

“Shit!” You squinted your eyes against the glare as you leaned back from the window, but then you saw a shadow streak through the air before it crashed into a car just at the edge of your peripherals. 

You had the distant thought that Mr. Takeyoshi’s vehicle was very obviously totaled before you realized the thing that had crashed into the car was a person. 

Your jaw gaped open as a hero pulled himself from the wreckage and shook his head groggily. The shadows—only broken by more flares of light as more explosions and fire seemed to erupt along the street—made it difficult to tell how injured the hero was. You didn’t recognize their yellow and teal costume, but you saw patches of blood along the hero’s bulky frame, and bile burned at the back of your teeth. 

Holy shit. This wasn’t an accident. It was a villain attack. 

Just as you had the thought, another explosion rattled your windows, making your ears ring, and you snapped your head to the side to see a man standing in the middle of the road about half a block down. 

The man—villain, you realized quickly—swung his arms around like a conductor of an orchestra, but his instruments seemed to be the black rocks and liquid swirling around him. The debris glistened like an oil slick in the light of the flames, and as you watched, the villain shouted something and slashed his arm through the air. 

Then a figure suddenly exploded onto the scene, lunging out from the shadows in a flare of white-hot light. It moved too fast for you to track, but the villain swung his arm again, and rocks and viscous black goo shot toward the figure still in mid-air. 

A futile scream of warning caught in your throat, but then the figure seemed to explode and backflip through the air, landing on his feet but crushing the roof of a car beneath his boots. The wailing of the car’s alarm split the air, and you clenched your teeth until they ached. 

The flames illuminated this new man’s face, a snarl of white teeth against the flames and smoke, but only the barest hint of recognition flared through you before everything exploded into chaos again. Another shout from the villain had all the rocks and black slime streaking back towards him, and you watched in horror as a stony black arm fifty feet long formed above the ruined street. 

You knew you should be running, trying to find cover, calling the police, but you were glued there, on your knees before the window, you fingers digging grooves into the sill. 

The next fifteen seconds seemed to simultaneously happen in slow motion and at hyper speed. 

The giant rocky hand wiggled its fingers before it curled into a fist and slammed down on the wailing car and the man atop it. 

The man—hero, you distantly thought, although your chaotic thoughts still couldn’t place him—launched up into the air with another explosion that rattled your windows, the car alarm cutting off as the vehicle was crushed an instant later. 

The blond skidded into a landing half a dozen yards away, but then you suddenly saw Mr. Takeyoshi standing on the street, a ghostly apparition framed by smoke and flames. 

You blinked, and the giant hand shot toward Mr. Takeyoshi, batting away several more heroes who tried to intervene. 

Then the explosive hero was just there, pushing Mr. Takeyoshi out of the way, right before the hand wrapped around him. 

You could hear the hero’s anguished scream through your window as he was crushed in the fist’s grip, and the sound hit you right in the solar plexus, knocking the breath out of you, bruising your insides, the pain settling into the familiar ache of being helpless in the face of suffering. 

You watched uselessly as the hero was lifted up into the sky, struggling, setting off explosions left and right. Then the massive arm seemed to pause in the middle of the road, right above the villain, and your eyes locked onto the hero, his pale hair and skin stark against the black, rocky hand that held him trapped. 

In the next instant, a white light, like a star going supernova, bloomed to life around the hero, illuminating the white slash of his snarling teeth before it became too bright for you to take. You slammed your eyes shut against the burning light, and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end, like the moment before lightning struck, as you dropped to the floor below your window. 

Then the world exploded, the building shaking to its foundations, right before the window burst into a million shards of glass.

[pikahlua]

Hi!! Have you seen the Volume 31 cover?? It's still lq tho, anyway. I wanted to ask your opinion about it especially since we can see that Deku and AM are wearing their UA uniforms and but it's slowly disappearing with the descent of OFA, revealing their hero costumes underneath. Personally, I interpret this as taking the responsibility to be a pillar for hero society, OFA is slowly taking their time and childhood from them. Also, AM is not smiling, do you think it shows that he is kind of regretting giving Deku OFA as the heavy burden he placed on his shoulders is killing Deku?? I would love to hear your thoughts.

I wish the image was a little clearer. It's unclear to me if All Might's uniform is being torn away or if he's just smoking from using his muscular form. Right now, it looks like his uniform is intact, even if it’s missing the sleeves.

Isn’t it funny how the star representation of OFA resembles Katsuki’s new, condensed explosions?

Anyways, not to be completely predictable, but my first thought was of Katsuki.

I promise I have a point.

Volume 31 is probably going to end right around Deku’s decision to drop out of U.A. He’s ditching the school uniform, so to speak.

Meanwhile, we all had a shitfit recently about Katsuki wearing a tie for the first time.

And the more I think about it, the more I realize Katsuki’s clothing has been utilized as symbolism for the entire story. I may not be the first person to mention this. I feel like maybe I saw a post floating around about this. But just in case that was a fever dream, here’s a refresher:

As seen above, Katsuki doesn’t wear his uniform properly; no tie, saggy pants.

Katsuki ends up doing his internship with the hero most focused on appearances with a quirk that specifically controls clothing. Katsuki spends his entire internship fighting against having his hair and clothes groomed to society’s tastes.

In the school cultural festival, he tries to dress individualistically for the concert.

Kaminari forces the band’s uniform t-shirt over his head. (Katsuki allows it.)

Ashido and Kaminari take turns trying to force Katsuki into a Santa outfit for the Christmas party.

Katsuki even receives an article of clothing as his Christmas present.

Katsuki eventually relents and keeps the jacket on as he helps clean up after the party.

Katsuki dons his uniform perfectly when the class decides to ambush Endeavor about Izuku’s whereabouts.

The point is, Katsuki’s clothes are symbolic of his integration into the class, of the development of his teamwork skills. He’s walking a fine line between maintaining his individuality in the face of a rotting society and growing close to his classmates as a peer, a teammate, and a leader.

It’s not a coincidence that the Santa outfit shenanigans are happening in the background of Katsuki’s flashback about his internship with Best Jeanist.

Katsuki absolutely rejects Best Jeanist’s ideals, but he recognizes there’s another important lesson in there for him to learn, something that will make him stronger.

Each time he accepts a new outfit/uniform, he also fits in better with Class 1-A. That’s what’s happening in each of these arcs.

Izuku also has uniform problems.

That diagram says of his tie, “He’s bad at tying neckties.”

If the school uniform represents how well the wearer fits into the class, then Izuku does a little bit better than Katsuki most of the time. He’s trying to fit in, but he’s bad at it.

So when I look at the volume 31 cover, I see Izuku losing his ties to his class. I see his connection with the class, his integration into the team, being torn apart at the seams.

And One For All is responsible for that.

Most shounen manga involve a group of heroes (usually friends) battling a solitary villain. The power of friendship defeats evil, or something like that.

Then we have MHA, with All Might’s Symbol of Peace concept providing the solitary pillar of support for society, something Izuku strives to become, a legacy he has already inherited as of chapter 320; something I believe Katsuki is trying to destroy for all the right reasons.

MHA, where the villains gather friends to take on the world, where the villains comprise an army over 100,000 strong, where the mastermind villain’s power and control come from his connections with (and manipulations of) others. MHA, where each generation of hero standing in the face of the greatest evil has always insisted on solitude, on fighting alone.

I see that cover and think that OFA is tearing Izuku away from his friends, from his class, from his school, from his dreams, all for the sake of a “quirk” (kanji reads as “individuality,” mind you), whose legacy is to fight some great evil by oneself.

All Might smiles to hide his fear. As he watches Izuku inherit the legacy of OFA on this cover, Izuku’s uniform ripping away while All Might’s still remains in some form, All Might is not smiling.