#but when he did the worst thing he could imagine doing to momo

[alexiethymia]

As promised, Death on the Ice Field

Nothing I say here will be new since the themes have been tackled plenty of times in fanfic (which I am so thankful for), but it’s still fun regardless. I feel like I usually have to put the disclaimer that this is a HitsuHina blog, because I think I will always have more to say about them.

Like Death on the Ice Field for example. It frustrates me the anime didn’t show Momo’s part here, because I’ve always believed that she was as crucial to Rangiku and Granny in setting up Toshiro on the path of a shinigami and meeting Hyourinmaru.

The way I see it, Momo was the spark, the impetus, Rangiku showed the way, while Granny allowed him to go. The special chapter, in my view, was all about awakenings or an awareness of change. It was Momo leaving which reminded Toshiro about things changing. It’s an allegory of sorts about growing up. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that perhaps this chapter also showed the start of his awareness of his budding feelings towards her (I mean there will always be naysayers and live and let live, but even without the relationship chart, I don’t think you’d blush at your sister or sister-figure no matter how close she was).

Another thing is how when he says Momo and Granny were the only ones never to be afraid of him, he says next that that’s why he likes Granny, but he doesn’t say the same of Momo. I’ve always thought Kubo excelled in his use of negative space, but that also applies to the dialogue-variant in that he seriously leaves a lot of things unsaid and interactions unexplored (Isshin reuniting with Rangiku and Toshiro, Kirio with Hiyori). It leaves a lot of room for interpretation and makes things fun for fans. Personally, I always read it as him being unsure of his feelings for Momo now, again something brought to his awareness with her leaving, a characteristic tsundere response if you could say.

He measures time by the number of years she entered the academy, and while she still smiles brightly at him - the same smile she graced him with five years ago - she no longer faces back (to Toshiro, Jurinan, take your pick) when saying goodbye the way she did the first time she left. And unlike five years ago where Toshiro just scowls and says she shouldn’t bother visiting anymore, this time he no longer keeps the pretense up, he waves back, though a bit limply because Momo doesn’t even see it, only facing forward, sure in her goal. (Be careful what you wish for and all that.)

So when Grandma says at the end that Toshiro didn’t want to make her lonely, it brings to mind what she said while scolding Toshiro that he shouldn’t say what he said because doesn’t Momo leaving make him feel lonely? He doesn’t deny it either, only pretends that everything is ok and that she’ll be back soon anyway. It’s also no coincidence, I think, that Granny wanted to talk to him right after Momo visited again. In other words, he didn’t want to make Granny lonely the same way Momo leaving made him feel lonely. But that theme of loneliness also applies to Hyourinmaru. Both sword and master would always feel lonely if Toshiro never discovered his name. And if you take Bleach Track 8 as canon (which I do because I love that Drama CD), there’s something to be said about Toshiro discovering Hyourinmaru’s name out of a desire to protect Momo, and Momo being the first to discover him discovering his shikai and subsequently calling him ‘Hitsugaya-kun’ without any prompting this time. In a way, it was a mark of growing up for Toshiro. That’s why there’s plenty of underlying themes between Hyourinmaru and Hinamori in relation to Toshiro that I love to see explored, which @rays-of-fire-and-ice does wonderfully in their fic! That theme of loneliness was also present in Momo during the Soul Society arc (and truthfully for a lot of characters) when she must have felt so isolated because of everything going on around her.

Laying it all out like this, you can really see the parallels with how Toshiro wakes up to both Momo and Rangiku, and how the line “I hear a voice” gets repeated for both Momo and his Granny. I don’t know how intentional Kubo really is with references to mythology, but it’s a fun coincidence to liken the three of them to the fates - Momo as the Maiden, Rangiku as the Mother, and Grandma as the crone - all pivotal to Toshiro’s path.

[viixen01]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

you bite your lip hard as you stare down at the floor beneath you. tears burned your eyes, blurring your vision as they fell to the floor creating a stain in your carpet. your brain was completely shutting down from the words that just left your boyfriends mouth.

“i’m in love with momo ..” those words echoing and repeating in your head. your fist clenched and bunching up your white skirt that sat just above your knees. you were in denial. so much denial about this. you couldn’t for sure say you didn’t notice it. the way he’d look at her when you’d all be in the main area playing uno some nights, the way you’d took notice to them off to the side having conversations. the way the pink blush sat across her face at his words. the way he’d somehow find a way to touch her, weather is be just his hand on hers. the way his eyes.. those beautiful grey and blue eyes would light up when he’d hear her laugh. knowing he was the one that got such a pretty noise out of her.

you saw it all. saw your boyfriend slowly but surely falling out of love with you, and falling in love with her. but you.. you kept hope that maybe they were just close friends. maybe their friendship was deeper than others. grasping onto anything that would help you sleep at night, hoping it was all in your head and that he loved you, and only you. but the words that still continuously echoed in your head, confirmed the worst for you.

“w-what” you whisper as you sucked in a sharp breathe. you could still see his black sweats in your view, his movement unwavering.

“i’m in love with momo y/n .. i didn’t want it to come to or end like this but .. it just kinda happened” he spoke as he stared at your shaking frame. a shiver went curdling up your spine at his words. you let out a whimper as you felt your heart clenching. clenching so hard. it hurt so bad. you had never ever felt something like this. something so painful, and you never ever though that shoto .. your sweet shoto would be cause of such pain.

you sucked in a breathe again. your breathing had started to become irregular at this point. so many things going through your head.

did you do something wrong? did you say something? were you not doing something enough? were you doing too much of something? you were in a utter state of shock and confusion.

“i hope we can still be friends after this … i didn’t want to hurt you. but i don’t love you like i do her” he admitted as the pain your chest worsened. it felt like somebody had taken nails and hammered them in your chest repeatedly without stopping. each word that fell from his lips was another nail piercing your heart making a whimper escape your lips.

as those words left his lips, you saw his black pants beginning to move out of sight. you slowly lifted your head, which felt like the hardest task, being your body was shutting down from the ache within your chest. but that didn’t matter to you right now. all that mattered to you was you couldn’t lose him.

shoto was your everything. you had been together for what was about to be 3 years. you made your relationship official when you both were first years, and you couldn’t help but imagine graduating and becoming a pro with your one true love. you’d given him everything. your heart, mind, soul. you were one. then when the time came, you also gave him your innocence. you had truly gave shoto all of you.

so how could he do this to you. did all of those 3 years mean nothing to him? how long has he been feeling this way? how long had he been stringing you along? what did momo have that you didn’t? was your best and most beautiful parts about you, not enough for him? were you that worthless to him that he could throw away 3 beautiful years that felt like bliss to you, like it was trash.

you sucked in another long breathe as your mouth fell agape. searching for words to say, something to plead. it wasn’t until the door had opened that it dawned on you. he was actually leaving you.

“shoto .. p-please don’t .. please don’t leave me.. whatever i did, i’m sorry. if i said or did something wrong i’m sorry. i love you so much… you can’t just- you can’t just leave me shoto please” you whine as tears flooded your face.

shoto paused as his hand rested on the knob of your door. he squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance. he was hoping he could leave without you saying anything. so he didn’t have to deal with any of it. he was hoping to leave and be done with it. but he knew all too well the type of love you have for him. he knew you’d do this.

“y/n .. you didn’t do anything. i already told you, i just don’t love you .. i love her” he sighed as he kept his back to you, he wouldn’t dare turn around and look at those beautiful e/c doe eyes. he knew it’d hurt a little. not because he still loves you, but because he knows you didn’t do anything. he knows you’ve been nothing but the sweetest, most loving, caring, and giving girlfriend to him. how could he face you, knowing all that?

“shoto please .. i’ll do whatever you want. whatever you want, whatever you need i’ll give it to you. please don’t do this to me. don’t leave me please” you plead as saliva ran down the corners of your mouth. he had never heard you sob this hard. he feared this would happen. he began to feel bad, feel bad for you.

he needed to end this and fast.

“no. i told you i’m leaving. i told you i love her. there’s nothing to be said or done. we don’t have to be friends, i only asked that for your sake. i’ll pack your things that are in my dorm and put them in a box and return them to you. i’d like for you to do the same with my things. goodbye y/n” and with that he slammed your door shut making your eyes widen.

he was gone. he had left. left you and everything you guys built over the last 3 years. the final nail had been hammered into your heart and that last wave of ache washed over you. and it was more intense than anything you could imagine. you collapsed over on your bed as your body strained from exhaustion, and all that could be heard, all that your body could do was sob. sob as you felt your heart finally break from the last nail.

should i do a pt 2 😭😭?

[noroi1000]

Satosugu with reader who likes to cook/bake for them? Like reader is really good at baking and cooking i'm imagining reader as soma and momo from food wars if your willing

SatoSugu with a reader who likes to cook headcanon

• They loved your cooking. They enjoyed your pastries and dishes so much.

• Each of them had their favorite things that they liked. Satoru loved your cakes. As well as other desserts. He asked you for various things to cook. And especially for your boyfriend, you did what he wanted.

You were their girlfriend. How could you refuse him? Especially since you liked to cook. Enjoyed making food for them. That's why when you heard that they wanted something, you offered them that you would do it for them.

The new cooking challenges are also cool. You like that you can cook something and they don't care if it's perfect or not, they'll eat it.

When it comes to food they are not picky.

Satoru will eat anything. Absolutely everything. Sweet or salty, he'll eat it. Your white-haired boyfriend is such a glutton who eats everything. His hunger attacks are infinite.

He can be strong. He may be the strongest. But his biggest weakness is your pastries. Because as soon as he senses that you are cooking, when he is at home, he immediately runs to the kitchen and waits to see if you will give him something.

He can stand there and ask you for a piece. Or he will lurk around until you finally take pity on him and give him something to eat.

Sometimes you also give him something to taste.

And there wasn't a single time he refused to taste your food.

There was not a single time he refused to eat.

You remember well the time when he woke up so tired and sleepy. He had a stuffy nose and was sick. You and Suguru took care of him together. He even asked for cuddles while you went to make him tea. That's why Suguru stayed there and hugged him so he wouldn't whine.

The strongest Jujutsu sorcerer was defeated by a cold.

However, even with his nose stuffed up, he sensed that you were making him pancakes.

Then he ran to the kitchen with sparkles in his eyes and a small smile as he dragged Suguru's hand after him. He saw you at the stove, turning a nicely browned cake with a spatula.

You could put it in his mouth right now.

Your food saves him.

When he wasn't feeling well, you gave him dinner made by your hands, and he ate everything. Sometimes he asked for more. So that after an hour spent at home he regained his energy.

And when that didn't help, you found him in bed seeking your attention or Suguru. To cuddle and fall asleep.

When he woke up, you made him something sweet to eat. Making his mood improve very quickly.

Suguru has never been able to bribe you with food. Satoru is different from him. They behave differently. Even so, you love them. The worst part was that no matter what you offered him, he couldn't be bribed by food anyway. Even if he too was a glutton who would eat anything.

You have to make a lot of food for three people. And even more because they love to eat.

Instead of buying a quick lunch at the supermarket, they insist that you cook for them.

They can help you. They just want your food.

Because you got your boys addicted to the homemade food you make them.

• You don't need much to domesticate two cats as they are. Just give them love and give them food.

They cuddle up to you and watch your hands prepare their meals.

If you didn't like cooking, Suguru would take over.

However, if you enjoy doing it for them, there's no point in doing anything to distract you from it.

Have you ever asked them to shop? Especially when they wanted to show off your culinary skills.

And then they would invite their disciples to have lunch.

That was more people to feed. But you're not complaining. You like to look at their happy faces when they have eaten their fill and enjoyed it.

You wanted to do even more and better. That's why you tried new recipes for them. Always something new. Japanese and foreign cuisine. Everything they could possibly want.

Absolutely everything.

You like to cook for them.

• There is often a feast on your table in a big house. Something they can empty themselves. But when sometimes there are more, their disciples come to you.

And now they started to love your kitchen very much. Homemade, delicious dinners that look and taste good. Food from around the world. Everything they ever wanted to taste. That's all you can cook for them.

• The way you give them a delicious-filled bento to work with.

Many people don't carry food boxes to work at their age. People prefer to go to the store and buy themselves some kind of lunch. However, not them. They get a specially prepared bento from you. What they like to eat.

You have a lot of ingredients, especially because you have a large fridge and pantry in your house. And they can often go to the store when they come back from work.

Money leaking from their wallets.

They can buy you all the ingredients you could ever need for cooking. Because they have a lot of money to spend to get the delicious food you make for them.

Therefore, Satoru gets a separate Bento and Suguru as well.

Satoru always has one normal box and another with dessert.

Suguru only wants dessert sometimes.

That's why you do everything to them. You remember exactly what their favorite was.

For example, Satoru gets a fruitcake, and in the other box you give him cookies.

And Suguru gets Takoyaki.

Or they get the same thing and just Satoru gets an extra dessert.

• They just love what you cook for them. They even eat each other's food.

And you don't mind that they are such gluttons.

And you love smiling at them as they look with sparkles at the food you give them.

And that's because you like to see your boys eat whatever you cook with relish. You like to feed them to see their smiles. You like to see them devour everything you put your heart into for them, and they will always show that they love you and your food.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I'm glad to hear that Kaname protected Momo from the worst of Aizen's manipulations. Does she ever find out about his efforts, or does that stay a secret?

Post-Aizen-Fight, Kaname is in the hospital recovering from General Befuckening, and needs Reiatsu transfers to finish purging The Curse from his system and it's Hitsugaya's turn.

*****

The boy doesn't actually say anything for a long time after Unohana finishes connecting the IVs. It's alright. He's still exhausted, and there really isn't that much to say about what happened that hasn't been gone over and over and over, in debriefings and staff meetings and the distant sound of tears Tousen can hear coming from Lieutenant Hinamori's room. Gradually though, Lieutenant Hitsugaya's silence grows cold and sharp and restless, a winter gale banging against a window that won't quite latch right.

"-Out with it." Kaname sighs, opening his eyes and not frowning at the ceiling. "If you keep sulking like this I'm going to get frostbite and Unohana-sama will have both our hides for it."

Toshiro startles, coughs a bit like he's about to deny it, but collects himself and states his problem with magnificent succinctness.

"Momo." he says, voice almost violent in it's neutrality.

"Ah." Kaname nods. "I did what I could, but I know that was far from enough. I am sorry."

Hitsugaya is quiet, considering his words. "...What did you DO, actually?" he eventually asks.

Kaname blinks in surprise. "Huh. I thought Hisagi-san would have noticed when he did the audit of all my paperwork. I was genuinely hopeful you were going to spot it before Aizen could make his move with how much Momo complained..." he muttered, slightly puzzled.

"Spotted what?" Toshiro grumbled.

"You have undoubtedly been subject to the ongoing saga of the Rice-Farm-Subsidy Fraud case that Lieutenant Hinamori has been investigating since her promotion to lieutenancy?" Kaname prompted.

"Yeah, yeah, the one that's got her haring off to some backwater district or getting lost in the stacks at the archives for days on end or-" Hitsugaya graoned, then stopped. "...the one that had her constantly traveling away from the division, or doing extended research without Aizen's help."

"He used to get terrible motion sickness from trains or portals, you know." Kaname smiled, sitting up a bit. "-and a wretched allergy to paper-dust. Part of the reason he made me do all his fucking lab work, I imagine. but it seemed a good way to keep Miss Hinamori outside his sphere of influence at least for a few weeks at a time. Do I still have water in my glass?"

"...you MADE IT UP?" Hitsugaya yelped.

"I did no such thing. There is an extensive conspiracy between the various provincial leaders and mid-district governors to defraud the Central Government of subsidies for rice farms that frankly, do not exist, while also hiding the existence of taxable villages, resulting in invisible granaries used to fund private armies and other villiany-" he explained, sitting up properly and groping for the end-table where his water theoretically was. "-I just made sure Miss Hinamori had enough information to know where to look for the evidence of said conspiracy, and occasionally... lightly interfered with granaries in the middle districts to make sure more visible evidence came to light for her to keep the investigation open and moving in a timely manner. Lieutenant, if I may ask for your help-"

There was a rustle of cloth as Hitsugaya shook himself, grabbing the pitcher and refilling Kaname's glass, handing it to the frail man.

"Thank you." Kaname took a drink, handing the glass back to Toshiro to set down. "-I imagine the investigation will go much faster and with fewer extended trips to the rukongai now that I'm not cursed and can freely discuss the taxation and census records Aizen had covered in his illusion to hide his experiments." he explained. "...But doing it the long way has allowed Miss Hinamori to build a very complete and entirely legitimate case. She's an exceptional forensic investigator."

"...HOW?" Hitsugaya gaped. "The curse- it's not like you could talk to her, or send her messages- and if you could, it'd mess with the legitimacy of the case to have an anonymous tipster?"

"I had to...sort of gently suggest the names and locations to her in such fashion that her subconscious would make the connection between those terms and the case. Fortunately, in addition to being a certifiable genius, Miss Hinamori is also a master of the Lingual Arts."

"...Sir, I don't think Hinamori is that kind of girl." Toshiro mumbled, and Kaname could almost hear his full-face blush.

"You're thinking of Zaraki-Taicho, who is an entirely different kind of cunning linguist." Momo announced from the door. "-but you don't know everything about me Toshiro." She teased, coming in the room and climbing onto the bed beside Kaname, unfolding and re-folding that week's newspaper. "Lieutenant Sasakibe took over the crossword in your absence, and I think he may still be a bit upset with you."

"Ah." Kaname winced.

"What?" Repeated Toshiro, thoroughly lost.

"You remember that Tousen-taicho is the Editor-In-Chief of the Seireitei Newsletter, right?" She asked Hitsugaya, who failed to respond in a fashion that suggested that he did not, in fact, know that. "-Anyway, sometimes he writes more or less for the paper depending on that week's news, but without fail, he also designs the crossword- the most fiendishly difficult one in any of the newspapers, Sir." She explained, taking out a pen and tapping the partially-finished lexical puzzle she'd been working on.

"I try." Kaname smiled, looking just a bit genuinely smug.

"You largely succeed. I didn't actually make the connection between your five downs and the rice subsidy investigation until i tried doing Sasakibe's substitute puzzle this morning. I think he may have made the same connection, because 5 down today is 11 letters, starts with "P" and the clue is 'Degenerate Justice'."

"...Prevaricate." Kaname hissed with imagined pain at the likely wrath of the Chief Lieutenant. "Oh dear. Do you think a written apology is in order?"

"It's Sasakibe-san, it's just as likely to be his idea of an apology." Momo shrugged, filling in the word.

"...for those of us that are better at Sudoku?" Hitsugaya glared.

"Tousen-Taicho was putting clues about where the next bit of evidence I needed for the Rice Subsidies case in the Crossword because he knew I did it every week." Momo explained. "The clue was always in the fifth column down, which is a structurally important one in crosswords- you little shit, I even got on your case last year about how you always used locations for your 5 Downs and I STILL didn't make the connection!" She realized, rolling up the paper and affectionately swatting him over the head.

"Entirely deserved, but you have my word that was as much as I could do to help you, and that you have my full resources available to you now." Kaname smiled.

"I have entirely too many words from you-" Momo sighed with exasperation before putting the paper down and laying down beside him, hugging his chest. "-But I believe you. There's- I've been finding all sorts of things- people I forgot, places I'd been before and couldn't remember- huge sections of my LIFE! that his Illusion just... vanished."

She hugged Kaname's chest. "-I can't imagine what you went through."

"I hope you never will." he sighed, returning her embrace and for a moment, Hitsugaya felt even more outside the conversation- this was a secret grief, but the burden lightened by finally being able to share it. "...Did Sasakibe Key any clues to 5 Down? He might have more to say." Kaname asked, letting go and Momo sat up, frowning at the paper.

"Key?" Asked Toshiro, pleased to be talking about anything else.

"Sometimes one word is a hint to some of the next words, usually the ones that originate from it, um- Yeah, three words. Four letters, second letter 'i', clue is "Astronomical Favor"; Three letters, middle letter 'a', clue is "German Opera, 1874" ; and the last one is four letters, Second letter 'e', clue is "Truth's Abode". Momo read off.

All three of them stared (or pointed their faces) blankly at each other for a moment.

"...Yeah I'm gonna stick to the Sudoku." Nodded Hitsugaya.

[aprikosenklang]

Review: Avatar: The Last Airbender Live Action

First, some context: I started watching A:TLA when book 2 was airing. Since then, I watched it at least 10 times. Half of it in German and half of it in English. The last time was in 2020. I know a lot of lines by heart—yes in both languages. Zuko was my fist teenage crush and Oncle Iroh’s quotes helped my through a lot of dark times in my life. I might be biased because I love the original series a lot. But I try to reason everything carefully.

The Good

I loved it visually! Bending looked so cool and never felt out of place or weird. All of the shown places could be recognized in a blink. It was beautiful to see this world adapted in a realistic way.

The casting was mostly done perfect. A lot of the characters looked a lot like I would have imagine them.

The Kiyoshi Warriors were really awesome. Especially Suki—even though she didn’t got a name at all?!

I loved the addition with the 41st devision. It gave Zuko‘s crew actually a reason the respect him and fitted to his character and backstory.

Zuko and Iroh give the same energy as in the original. Usually this wouldn’t be something to mention, since I would expect this from and adaption. But due to issues you can read further below, I have to mention it. Zuko and Iroh might be one of the few characters that never felt out of character. I’m happy we got those two true to original at least.

The Bad

Since there is so much, I structure it even further into story, production and costumes.

Story:

I didn’t liked any of the story changes. I don’t even understand why they had to tangle all the storylines. The original book 1 is 20 episodes each about 20-25 minutes—which results in 400-500 minutes in total. The live action had 8 episodes each about 45 minutes to an hour—let’s say about 400-450 minutes in total. So basically, they could have taken the timeline as is is. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t advocate for a 1:1 adaption here. I just don’t get why they saw the need to tangle storylines, pull in things from later seasons and leave out important scenes, places, character traits and even whole characters. Each and every story change felt out of place, out of character and over all pointless. Nothing added anything that made sense. Just like it was changed because they had to change something.

Aang didn’t even learn water bending!!! Like what is the whole season even about if the main character doesn’t have a real character arc? All he does is having guilt over disappearing for 100 years. Yes that’s also a thing he has to overcome. But it is just half of it. And he even doesn’t really get over it. He has none of his childish fun moments like he does in the original.

Why did Sokka have SOOO much screen time?!?! Sometimes it felt like he‘s the protagonist of the series. Especially with Aang not even learning water bending.

Momo in contrast had like 0 screen time. But than in the last episode when he became important as plot device Sokka was weirdly attached to him.

Katara being her own master made it pointless to actually go to the northern water tribe. Yes there was Aang's vision. But in the original the plot is not mainly driven by what the fire nation does, but by what team avatar needs to do. Like… Aang learning bending!!!

We didn’t get the epic intro we could have. It felt like they tried to make up for it in the first episode. But having three different versions of the epic lines and finally Gran Gran dropping the original ones was actually the worst. It felt forced and as if she would read them out.

Everything regarding Azula was sooo off for me. She felt like a completely different character with other motivations and struggles. I wish she would not have been so present in the first season.

Uncle Iroh drank not enough tea. Lol. This is maybe a personal one and I cannot reason it to be honest.

I‘m disappointed by the Lu Ten moment. Fist of all, why did it need to be in season one?! But also: It was a bonding moment for Zuko and Iroh. It didn’t payed any respect for Lu Ten in my opinion. And leaves from the wine was barely noticeable and didn’t make feel anything.

Katara never lost her necklace. Which I don’t mind. But it made a huge plot hole for the headhunter Zuko hired. They tried to cover it with randomly finding a piece of fabric. But how did they know this belonged to the Avatar? This change feels similar to the one with the water bending scroll. Important things just become meaningless.

Agni Kai was once mentioned but never explained. If I didn’t know what an Agni Kai is from the original series, this would probably be either the most missed or confusing thing.

Hei Bai was never healed!!! Yeah sure, Aang saved the villagers. But what about the forest and spirit?! And why was there no winter solstice? And in general why did everything in the spirit world was so all over the place?

The siege of the Nothern water tribe being a distraction for Omashu is stupid. It would take them way too long to hear about it. So they would not be able to send troops there by time and it would not weaken them in any way.

The world feels super flat and boring. Because they tangled so many story lines, they got rid of a lot of places. No fire nation prison in the earth kingdom, no nothern air temple, almost no villages. You never get a change to explore the world and learn about the ordinary people.

Production:

The directing felt bad. A lot of people say, the acting was bad. But I don’t agree. First of all, a lot of the cast were children. I think it is not fair to judge them so easily and hard. In my opinion the directing wasn’t good. And you could tell because even the older and more experienced actors were really stiff.

The dialogs were almost always awkward. This adds to the previous point and is another sign that the acting isn’t the problem. The lines were sometimes random, jokes felt forced and original lines never made the same impact as in the animated series.

Some of the CGI green screen backgrounds were awful. They reminded you that this is a show which really pulled me out of the immersion.

Costumes:

The costumes felt lifeless. They could have added so much details to the garments and accessories. But of all things they decided to stick to the original with the costume design?! I expected the outfits to be a lot more toned down in brightness too. That’s something you need in an animated series, but not in a live action. So much missed potential.

Why could they not cast old people for old characters? All of them looked so stale, emotionless and almost uncanny.

I was sooo disappointed by Yue! Maybe I’m biased here, because she was one of my favorite characters of book one. But somehow she was the only character that didn’t felt casted perfectly. And especially her hair was awful and looked like a cheap wig.

Conclusion

Overall, I‘m disappointed. Again, I didn’t expected a 1:1 adaptation. But I don’t see that the same care was put into it like it was for the original. I would have wanted to have something that creates similar emotions and an overall known feeling. But it doesn’t. It’s confusing, flat and carelessly made. I can definitely see why the original creators stepped back from it.

If you think about watching it, I would recommend you the original. Especially because it is not that much longer. So better invest your time wisely.

[justatalkingface]

i really like how you analyze things you know how hard it is to find people who can criticize things properly? Very lol but I guess I'm guilty of that myself but I really like the analysis you've given about MHA. I kind of have a question even though it might be a lame one? But what's your take on the female characters of MHA? I'm personally disappointed by them because... I don't know they have potential yet haven't shown any sort of real depth that makes me really root for them. Does that make sense?

It makes perfect sense, actually. In the simplest, most brutal way possible, there's nothing actually there to root for, though I hasten to mention that's not actually their fault; they have potential, like you said, plenty of it. Hori's female characters have just, broadly, been abandoned on the side of road, like he has so many others (Class B, literally the entire school of Shiketsu, who has a nigh Todoroki level character, to name a few), but it's just that much worse because it's all of them.

Seriously, off the top of my head, the last time a female who isn't Toga or Mirko did anything really relevant was... when Uraraka talked down the crowd? If I'm being honest, (and minor manga spoilers here, if you're not up to date) Hori's about to have all the female characters involved in a fight in the manga, so maybe something will happen there, but to be even more honest, there's something about that whole scenario when the main members of the fights are all female that screams 'catfight' in the worst kind of way. I know they just joined a bunch of others, but how much do you bet that it'll end up being Toga, Uraraka, and maybe Tsu again somehow?

Also, I'm going to note Toga and Miruko for later in that they have special issues, but I'm on a roll here.

The potential is there. The way that the ones in 1A alone could be more relevant are broad; Mina's acid could be used in ways like water attacks are in Naruto, for example. Give me an acid dragon, Hori, that sounds awesome. Kyoka's sounds are strong enough to shatter the ground, with some support tech, yet she can't get something to focus them, make them hit harder? You know, how Bakugou somehow does with his explosions, and, like, his fingers, somehow, yet you have all this support gear right there. Concentrate all that noise down to foot of area and it'd hit like a truck. Momo is literally the poster child for wasted potential here, along with how Hori just left all the women behind: she's a recommended student, which comes with this built in hype of 'this one, this one is going to be good'. And... she never is. Out of the all the stuff we've seen her make, has a gas grenade of some kind never came to her? One with sleeping gas maybe? Or how about a tranq gun? And don't tell me about Japan and their gun laws; Snipe exists. (On a personal note, do you know what I yearn to see? A little cartoon or comic or something of Momo going, "I'm going to beat you with the power of friendship. And this gun I found!" Can you imagine? She's so serious, so refined, then she says that, dead ass serious, while pulling out one out of her arm??? I laugh every time I think about it. I really do.) Momo is scary in a way lot of the characters aren't, and it's not for her raw power, but her flexibility, and how she can target weaknesses with it. Weaknesses like breathing. The thing is that she's just not allowed to use it. Seriously, they struggle so much to try and put Gigantomachia to sleep, yet a few arc later she pulls out this giant ass machine to drug up Izuku, and it's just so... overcomplicated, how many steps they're taking to make her less useful. The tools are there. The potential is right the fuck there. These two things I've mentioned alone are simpler than some of the things she's made before, and the narration has made it clear that she's more than smart enough to think of these basic ass solutions. She's just not allowed to be, well, that useful. And Asui, honestly, is an interesting case. On the face of it, Frog is kind of a weak Quirk, but Mirko exists. In all brutal honesty, Asui has the same kind of Quirk as Mirko, it's just the less sex appealing version. And if Mirko could be a top hero on Rabbit, why can't Asui with Frog?

And that's the other thing. Out of all the female cast, we have a small handful of relevant people, like Mirko and Toga, and all of them seem to embody some sort of sex appeal. Midnight, before she was killed off off screen, was a joke character that got more development in a spin off in her entire run, and was literally a walking bondage costume. Toga is the token female for the League, but the reason she has so much focus is that she's popular, and she's popular because she's, as I've heard someone put it, some kind of Yandere otome character. Uraraka is the Hinata to Izuku's Naruto, and so has some One True Waifu energy. Nana's built like a brick house. Mirko is literally a bunny girl. These things? These things that people find attractive, and judging by his sketches, I'd expect that Hori is one of those people. Moreover, almost all of them have their characters defined by this one attractive quality, if only because they aren't allowed to show literally anything else.

It gets worse when you realize how many things happen just for that, for the sex appeal: Toga needs to be naked for her Quirk. Actually, this is an oddly common 'flaw': Toru has no clothes for her hero costume. She is literally running around naked. Momo's descriptions all talk about how she exposes skin to use her Quirk better. Mirio exists. Mirio literally phases out his clothes, but because he's a man, and thus not attractive, his costume is made of his hairs, somehow, and so phases with him and he never accidently flashes anyone. Hmm, UA. I wonder who else could use something like that. This is so mysterious.

That's not even mention how Mirko keeps getting brutalized like a toy owned by a particularly careless child, and by the way it keeps happening, the way it focuses on her pain, it seems Hori is into that? The worst part of that, I think, is if he had just done that once, he probably could have gotten away with it, and no one would have noticed. But it keeps happening. Mirko has no limbs now, Hori what the fuck?

So, yeah, Anon. I'm disappointed in the female characters too. I'm disappointed that Hori never gave them a chance.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

I Didn't Mean to Fall in Love with a Hero

I Didn't Mean to Fall In Love With a Hero by Oliver434

After being told he couldn't become a hero by his idol, Midoriya gave up. He learned that the symbol of peace was barley holding it together. He could only imagine what the rest of the pro heroes were like. He took the long way home today only to see Kacchan be attacked. All might wasn't doing anything, he just kinda laugh. Kacchan deserved it anyway, so he just kept walking. Later that day he heard Kacchan survived and was only slightly injured. A disappointment really. It would have been nice to see Bakugo go through some pain, just so he could see what he was doing to him. The villains didn't stop coming that day. There was even one at his house. This villain took his mother's life. No heroes came to save her. That pushed him over the edge, and his father was quite happy about that.AFO loved his son, so much so he didn't want to force him into villainy. The dad he heard Inko had died and he would be in custody of his son, he panicked. What if he loves heroes? What if he hates Tomura? Worst of all, what if he hates him? It was a pleasant surprise when the first words he heard his son say were "I hate heroes. This was the heroes fault" After that he knew every thing would just click, and it did.

Words: 2401, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Doctor Midoriya Izuku, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Pro Hero Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Aged-Up Class 1-A, Slow Burn, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45504127

[ao3feed-todoroki]

I Didn't Mean to Fall in Love with a Hero

I Didn't Mean to Fall In Love With a Hero by Oliver434

After being told he couldn't become a hero by his idol, Midoriya gave up. He learned that the symbol of peace was barley holding it together. He could only imagine what the rest of the pro heroes were like. He took the long way home today only to see Kacchan be attacked. All might wasn't doing anything, he just kinda laugh. Kacchan deserved it anyway, so he just kept walking. Later that day he heard Kacchan survived and was only slightly injured. A disappointment really. It would have been nice to see Bakugo go through some pain, just so he could see what he was doing to him. The villains didn't stop coming that day. There was even one at his house. This villain took his mother's life. No heroes came to save her. That pushed him over the edge, and his father was quite happy about that.AFO loved his son, so much so he didn't want to force him into villainy. The dad he heard Inko had died and he would be in custody of his son, he panicked. What if he loves heroes? What if he hates Tomura? Worst of all, what if he hates him? It was a pleasant surprise when the first words he heard his son say were "I hate heroes. This was the heroes fault" After that he knew every thing would just click, and it did.

Words: 2401, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Doctor Midoriya Izuku, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Pro Hero Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Aged-Up Class 1-A, Slow Burn, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45504127

[ladysunamireads]

I Didn't Mean to Fall in Love with a Hero

I Didn't Mean to Fall In Love With a Hero by Oliver434

After being told he couldn't become a hero by his idol, Midoriya gave up. He learned that the symbol of peace was barley holding it together. He could only imagine what the rest of the pro heroes were like. He took the long way home today only to see Kacchan be attacked. All might wasn't doing anything, he just kinda laugh. Kacchan deserved it anyway, so he just kept walking. Later that day he heard Kacchan survived and was only slightly injured. A disappointment really. It would have been nice to see Bakugo go through some pain, just so he could see what he was doing to him. The villains didn't stop coming that day. There was even one at his house. This villain took his mother's life. No heroes came to save her. That pushed him over the edge, and his father was quite happy about that.AFO loved his son, so much so he didn't want to force him into villainy. The dad he heard Inko had died and he would be in custody of his son, he panicked. What if he loves heroes? What if he hates Tomura? Worst of all, what if he hates him? It was a pleasant surprise when the first words he heard his son say were "I hate heroes. This was the heroes fault" After that he knew every thing would just click, and it did.

Words: 2401, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Doctor Midoriya Izuku, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Pro Hero Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Aged-Up Class 1-A, Slow Burn, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45504127

[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[kingdaddydaichi]

Sake and Snow (pt. 1) || Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader || NSFW

(series prequel to Sleepy Sex)

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

You've been dating Katsuki Bakugou for a few weeks. You've known each other since high school, but you were too shy to ever flirt with him. It's just as well, you'd figured, since he probably would've just yelled at you and rejected you in the worst possible way. After graduating, you went to work at an agency several hundreds of miles away while he stayed in the same town. Work kept you incredibly busy and your family lived in a different city, so you never made it back to visit.

A couple of years later, however, your career path brought you back to the city you'd graduated in, and a couple of months later you ran into Katsuki and my my, how he had grown. You got back in touch with your mutual friends from high school and within a few months, you and Katsuki started dating. A few weeks into it he invited you to his place for dinner one evening, to which you happily obliged.

Word Count: 1.2k

When Katsuki's doorbell rang at 7:25, his heart jumped into his throat. Pull yourself together, Bakugou. Don’t let her get to you, he thought.

He opened the door to see you smiling up at him and all his self-pep talk was forgotten. Why did you get to him so much? You looked incredible and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone else was this happy to see him. “It’s freezing out there, come inside”, he ordered.

The aroma coming from his kitchen hit your nose like a wall and caused your mouth to start watering almost as much as the sight of the chef himself. He wore a well-fitting black dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms. Over that, he wore a black apron tied in the back and you noticed how slim his waist is in comparison to the rest of his torso. I bet I could wash my clothes on his abs, you thought before willing the visual distraction out of your mind.

You walked inside, already familiar with the clean lines and minimalist décor of his apartment’s open floor plan, surprisingly tidy for a bachelor’s place. “Damn, it feels really good in here. So warm!”, you said, rubbing your cold hands together.

Bakugou helped you out of your coat and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw what was beneath. The little black dress that you wore hugged your perfect hips and ended in a pencil line about halfway down your thighs. With your back facing him he licked his lips hungrily and thought, I can’t take this shit anymore. Her ass is mine tonight. When you bent over to take off your shoes he couldn’t help but imagine pushing the hem of your dress up around your waist before burying his cock deep inside that tight-

“Wow, Katsuki!” You didn’t notice him startle. “It smells so good in here! What are you making?”, you asked, following him into the kitchen.

He flipped the contents of the skillet, causing any moisture to hiss against the hot oil. “Stir-fried vegetables with garlic fried rice, konbu dashi-based miso soup, and tempura – shrimp and veggies, and a chilled bottle of Junmai Daiginjo to drink. Or...whatever”, he grumbled.

He almost jumped when you put a delicate hand on his back, such was the heightened state of his nerves. “This all looks so amazing, Katsuki”.

The male looked over his shoulder at you and that beautiful smile on your face. That smile slayed him. He turned and ran his thumb across your cheek as he lowered his mouth to yours. You closed your eyes as his lips brushed yours before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Not as amazing as you do”, he whispered before dipping his gaze down to take in the sight of you from head to toe before turning his attention back to his cooking. You felt like your knees would buckle, but you nonchalantly steadied yourself by leaning against the countertop. How in the world was this the same guy who yelled most of the time and threatened to kick people’s asses a few years ago? You chuckled slightly at the contrast of his current demeanor.

“What?”, he asked while looking at you from the side.

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re so different than the guy I remember from high school”.

“You want me to start yelling at you, would that make you feel more comfortable?”

Propping your cheek on your palm you looked into his vermillion eyes and replied thoughtfully, “No, this is perfect”.

“Tch-” He smirked at you and turned back to his task hoping it would prevent you from seeing the blush that spread across his cheeks.

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“Oh my fucking god, Katsuki, your tempura is delicious! (Type) is my favorite and you freaking nailed it! So light and crispy!”, you praised before moaning and taking another bite.

If that makes you moan, just wait until I get you in my bed. His dick twitched in his pants, threatening to get hard if he kept thinking like that.

After you finished eating, Bakugou offered you a cup of hot matcha.

“Yes, that would be great. I love matcha”.

“You’ve been saying that about a lot of things tonight. Is there anything you don’t love?”

“Hmm…headaches, too much work, not enough down time, toxic bullshit…there are plenty of things I don’t love. I guess I just prefer to focus on the things I do love”. After a beat, you asked him, “What about you? I hear a lot about what you hate. Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“Yeah, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you”.

“With kindness, right?”, you said playfully.

He rolled his eyes, trying and failing to stifle a smile. “You”.

“Me what?”

“I don’t hate you, genius. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill them too”.

The two of you talked for a while longer before you saw the time on your phone when it lit up with a text notification from Momo. You knew your best friend better than to open it and read it knowing Katsuki was watching you. She’d probably sent a gif of someone doing the tongue-between-the-fingers thing with a How’s it going 😉? text. You clicked your cheek against your teeth, “Looks like I need to get going, it’s getting pretty late”.

Katsuki felt a twinge of disappointment as he got up from the table with you. He helped you into your coat and opened the door while you dug in your purse for your keys. “Umm, (y/n)? Have you looked outside?”, silently thanking whatever gods were smiling down and bestowing upon him this sacred gift.

“Hm? No, why?”

“’Cause there’s at least a couple of inches of snow on the ground”.

"The forecast only called for a light dusting", you said peeking around him. “Oh no".

“You feel safe driving in that?”, Katsuki asked, a hint of preemptive disapproval in his tone.

“No way”. You looked up at that handsome face, cursing whatever gods were testing your resolve to keep your hands to yourself tonight, and said, “What about you? Can you drive me home?”

“I mean, I could, but I’ve got an even better solution”. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You stay here tonight and neither one of us has to get out in that shit”.

[n0bamak1s]

your type - maki zenin x reader

request: “hi! would you be able to write fluff for maki and a female reader during/after the baseball game?” - @hvnnxh

summary: when todo makes a realization about the readers type, he takes it upon himself to set her up with maki during their exchange event (genre: fluff, kinda rivals to lovers ig)

warnings: a couple swear words, maki might be slightly ooc??

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is slightly off from the prompt but hopefully it’s alright! i left their relationship a little up in the air in the end just bc i didn’t want it to be too rushed but i hope u like it!

if there was one regret you had after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, it wouldn’t be a failed exorcism or hours spent in the infirmary from various injuries, no. your biggest regret would be telling aoi todo your type.

though, to be fair it’s not like you’d known that the exact type of girl you had described as your type happened to go to your sister school in tokyo. it’s not like you’d known that your classmates would constantly give you sneaky glances on the drive to your exchange event. even the famously stoic noritoshi found himself rolling his eyes when you tried to act indifferent at the mention of maki zenin’s name.

they had always noticed how your eyes tended to wander in her direction when the tokyo students would come over to train with you guys. the only problem was the fact that you barely manage to speak to her, always feeling intimidated by her confidence. though, that didn’t stop your classmates from egging you on to realize your crush on the girl.

it’s not like they were wrong in assuming that you’d be into mai’s twin sister. the problem was how insistent they seemed to be on trying to get the two of you together, which seemed to always end in you being humiliated.

when you met todo when both of you were first years and he hit you with his signature “what’s your type?” question, you answered rather honestly, in fear that he may get angry if you told a lie, or worse you told a lie AND it was a boring one.

“i guess if i had to describe my dream woman, i’d say a girl who’s confident in herself, one who doesn’t take shit from others.” you started as todo sized you up while mai looked at the ground, seeming disinterested. “and not that looks are everything, but tall girls and dark hair are pretty attractive as well.”

you heard a sniffle and looked up to make eye contact with todo, who was tearing up?

“wow y/n, i was worried you’d be a boring one, but it’s clear that you’re confident in what you like. i think you and i will get along well.” he gave you a wide grin and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug while you just smiled awkwardly, just wanting to go to class.

now todo was right that the two of you got along well usually, but that didn’t really apply when he used his booming voice to announce that “that maki chick from tokyo is totally your type that you told me when we first met!” immediately following the first part of your exchange event. at the sound of her name, the green haired girl turned to see you glaring at todo while trying to hide your embarrassment as the rest of your friends stifled laughs at the scene he’d created.

after their teasing died down, you turned forward again to make eye contact with maki, hoping to apologize for how embarrassing your classmates were. but unlike the irritated expression you expected her to wear, she instead just gave you a soft smirk before turning back to her underclassmen, who instantly sent her whispers that you could only imagine were asking what the hell just happened.

but surely you wouldn’t see much of her during the second part of the event, it would probably just be a relay race or something where you barely had to interact, right?

wrong.

your next competition would be a baseball game, where you would spend over an hour around the tokyo students, which would inevitably lead to more of your classmates poking fun at you. unknown to you, however, the same thing was happening to maki with her teammates.

“why is your face all red? do you need to rest?” itadori had said as he inspected her face following todo announcing to everyone that she was your type. in response, she just knocked him on the head with her staff and kept walking ahead while nobara and itadori grinned at each other, apparently their strong willed second year had a soft spot for you.

“you know, girls totally have a thing for baseball uniforms.” todo said to you matter of factly as you tied up your cleats.

“and you’re telling me this because…?” you replied, hoping to come across as nonchalant.

he grinned at you with a mischievous look in his eyes as he rested his elbow atop your head for support. “who knows, maybe maki is one of those girls. plus, in the event that takada somehow sees this game, i think she’ll be pretty into this look!” he said confidently. you looked away and muttered some bullshit about how you didn’t care about what she thought about how you looked before you were interrupted by the locker room door swinging open to reveal miwa.

“come on guys! we start in a few minutes, and i’m sure you guys would hate to disappoint the other team.” she finished her sentence by turning to you with an almost catlike smile. you tilted your head back and groaned. her too?

the kyoto team would be batting first, giving you some time to relax in the dugout before you went up to bat. just as you were practicing your swing for batting next, your zoning out was cut off by the sound of a ball hitting todo square in the jaw. your hand flew to cover your mouth, not from concern, but to stop yourself from laughing. maki’s mock concern for todo was put on hold for a moment when you stopped trying to hide your amusement and letting your loud laugh reach the ears of your peers. she paused for a moment, not bothering to hide the smile that crept across her face at the combination of your adorable laughter, and the fact that she had been the cause of it.

“nice hit maki!” you looked up at her with a grin, while todo gave you a look of betrayal. though his glare didn’t last long when he noticed the exchange between the two of you. in his mind he was probably crediting himself for egging you on to realize your small crush on the girl, as if he was some kind of matchmaker.

the game went on pretty steadily from there, a few stolen glances between you and maki contrasted by how you cheered for momo whenever she managed to catch a ball hit by her.

the game ended with the tokyo team just managing to get by with a one point lead. you all watched them celebrate their win, before you turned back to your team, complimenting them on their hard work in hopes of lifting their spirits.

you turned back to the other team to see them loudly announcing how maki should go get them some food from the vending machine, every so often glancing to you to gage your reaction. you jumped at the feeling of todo shaking your shoulder from behind, announcing that you should get some food for the kyoto team. these guys really were the worst at being subtle, weren’t they?

instead of protesting though, you just shrugged his hand off your shoulder and made your way to the vending machines, wherever the hell those were.

after a couple minutes of making your way around seemingly every path surrounding the tokyo school, you saw maki, whose arms were hugging bags of chips close to her, and waved to her to call her over for help.

“hey, i’m kinda lost, do you think you could help me find the vending machines?” you gave a sheepish grin as you asked.

“yeah, why not?” she shrugged and smiled.

you guys walked in comfortable silence, considering your destination was pretty much just around the corner. when you realized this, you groaned from embarrassment.

“thanks for that, sorry, i should’ve known it was close by.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“no worries.” she smiled, pulling off her cap to fan her face.

god, what business did she have to look that good when covered in sweat and dirt?

“our school is pretty confusing to get around. you know if you wanted to come around again sometime, i’d be happy to show you around the place.” she leaned her head down slightly, still maintaining eye contact with you. you just nodded in response, trying to keep your composure with the close proximity between the two of you.

“you know,” she continued, “i was pretty glad to hear i was your type.” she leaned down just a little further, so your noses were practically touching.

“because you’re my type too.” she smirked.

unfortunately for the both of you, your little moment was interrupted by itadori turning the corner, it seemed like he had gone searching for the two of you.

“hey i was just looking for you-“ he cut himself off when he saw what he could only assume was the two of you seconds away from a kiss.

“sorry!” he rushed away, feeling embarrassed at the thought that he had somehow invaded your privacy.

you sighed annoyedly, knowing that you would inevitably have to deal with a million questions from your classmates about whatever it was itadori would tell them.

“aw come on, let them believe what they wanna believe.” maki smiled widely about how easily you became flustered. “they’ll leave us be as long as we bring them back some good food.” she lazily swung an arm around your shoulders as you slipped money into the machine.

maybe you’d actually have to thank todo for making you tell him your type after all.

[bakugohoex]

can you please write a fic where youre aizawas' wife and you're pregnant with twins, and while he's in the middle of teaching at UA you go into labor and you call him, and he leaves in the middle of their class, (the class dosen't know he's married and obviously dosen't know he's about to become a father) and the class thinks that something's seriously wrong because they saw panic on his face for a slight second when he got the call, so they end up following him to the hospital only to see him sniling and holding two newborn babies that look just like him and the woman who is on the hospital bed (you) and theyre in shock when they find out that you're his wife and those are his kids, but what shocks them most is the big smile on his face when he was holding his babies 🥺 idk i thought it would be cute

“did he steal two babies?”

pairing: shouta aizawa x female reader

cw: language, fluff

word count: 3000+

a/n: i live for domestic one shots, i might write some more depending on how i’m feeling, hope you guys like this have a happy new years eve people, the stupid tags arent working so if you could reblog it it would mean a lot 

summary: in which you’re aizawa’s secret wife, aizawa gets a call in the middle of class that you’re going into labor and eventually leaves, the class being noisy pricks follows him to a hospital, feeling worried they continue to follow until they see him holding two babies with a smile at his new family

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Eight months, eight full fucking months of carrying Aizawa’s little spawns. Having spent your last term of pregnancy on bed rest, it had been the worst term ever, you would rather have taken the puking up last nights dinner then staying in bed. Even Aizawa had gotten annoyed with how frustrated you had got, you craved how he could get up and leave for work. You hadn’t gone into work since your maternity leave started and you were annoyed, being a pro hero it had been worse.

As soon as you told the agency you were pregnant, you were desk bound, unable to go on patrols. It was fucking annoying and you hated every second of it, and all Aizawa could do was smirk at your frustration. “I’m due any day now, just leave work and stay with me.” You plead grabbing the material from his neck, you wanted him to hold you. You already felt gross staying in bed 24/7 but now you didn’t have your husband beside you 24/7.

“Kitten, this is my last day, I’ll spend the rest of the pregnancy with you.” You were grouchy letting go of him and turning your head to face away for him. “Y/n.”

He tried to gain your attention but ignored him, “you should’ve gotten pregnant as well you’d understand.”

He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he crept his arms around your body, his hand resting on the baby bump. You shuffled closer to his body, before turning your head to see him softly rubbing back and forth across the bump.

“Be patient, my love.” It was a whisper which brought you comfort.

“If you’re not home by 4pm then I’m locking you out of the house.” You threaten.

He looks down at you with your fiery eyes, “sure you are.” He kisses the top of your head; you pout wanting a proper kiss. He looks at how perfect you looked with his babies, when you both found out you were having twins, the small apartment you had called home since dating. Had gone and a house in the country close enough to UA and still for you to do pro hero work was where the both of you had situated.

Your relationship have been very secretive, a small wedding ceremony which had been perfect with your family and friends. Of course people had noticed you had gone MIA but one day you’d come out and tell the world how you and Aizawa were an inseparable family.

He moved to capture your lips, grabbing his face you wanted to just drag him back to bed. But he quickly moved out of your grip, “patience Y/n.”

“Shouta.” You whine like a child would.

“Seems like ill be raising three babies now.” He mocked putting the scarf around his yellow goggles.

“I hope you break your goggles.” You huff again, he doesn’t speak only kissing your temple after the small peck he had given to your lips.

He starts to walk out the bedroom, your wedding photo situated on the cabinet. You were perfect back then and now with his kids inside of you, you became somehow even more perfect. He had never thought that the woman he had met all those years ago, who had showed of her quirk to the whole world would be the one he fell in love with.

He looked back at you, you were grumpy due to hormones but once the babies were out you knew you’d go back to being yourself (and both of you could fuck properly, but that was just a bonus.)

“Make sure to walk around the house.” He warns.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “and what if I don’t, will you come home early?” Your extra clinginess melted his insides, he knew how bored your loud self was and being cooped up inside had took a toll on you.

“I’ll come home early.” The sound of your squeal lifted his spirits, it was adorable, and he loved how easily your mood changed. Your face was full, and you had something to look forward too as he left the room.

The day for Aizawa had been smooth sailing, having asked to leave at 2pm and being able to, he had been with the students whilst they were training. He could imagine teaching his kids everything to do with this world, he couldn’t wait for his own leave, to spend time with his future babies but also with his loving wife.

The sound of Bakugo shouting was something else he had gotten used to; how could a 16-year-old boy be louder than the babies he had heard on those stupid pregnancy videos you made him watch. You had shown him a woman giving birth and to say it was the weirdest thing he’s ever seen; he’d happily watch stuff go inside of you but the other way round was another issue.

He stood watching over them, they had gotten a lot stronger in the months and the events that had occurred. It was another reason for the secrecy, having to hide your relationship to prevent disaster from happening. He watched the time tick away; another two more hours and he could leave and spend the rest of the trimester with you.

The sound of running caught his ears, he looked up and saw Principle Nezu walking towards him. “Agh Aizawa, we got a call from your wife’s mother.”

He hadn’t checked his phone, but if your mother had been calling it must’ve been something serious, the class had noticed the principle and had gotten quiet even Bakugo who wanted to know why the principle was here.

“Finally, you answered, she’s going into labour.” He heard on the other liner, he was in shock, his phone dropping to the side.

“Sh…She what?” It was early, of course you both knew about early pregnancies but this he had just spoken you a couple hours ago and now here you were about to go into labour.

“In labour, her water broke whilst I came to see her.” He could hear you screaming on the other side, how you must’ve been in pain, he knew you had been dilated a couple days ago but this, this was sooner than he had expected.

Nezu got the hint that something had happened and so had the class, a flash of worry across Aizawa’s face. “We’ll send the students back to the dorms.” He was calm and Aizawa quickly rushed out of the gym, leaving nothing else to say. He needed to make it to the hospital as quick as he could, in an instant he called your mother.

“Is she okay?” He had ran outside going to his car to quickly rush to the hospital.

He heard screaming which he assumed was you, “she’s grouchy…”

Before he could hear the rest of what your mother said, he heard you shout, “if that’s my idiot of a husband tell him to get to the fucking hospital.” It was a wail and he regretted not taking the day off.

“Y/n.” Her mother scowled, “we’re at the hospital, I’ll text you the room.” Is all her mother said before hanging up. Aizawa was stressed to say the least but what he hadn’t seen through the chaos was class 1A following him.

The class had seen the worry and panic before he jolted out of the room, “you all are dismissed for the day.” Nezu spoke before leaving.

“What do you think happened?” Momo questioned worried.

“He seemed in a hurry; it was probably something important.” Kirishima retorted back.

The class watched him on the phone the question of ‘is she okay?’ being heard. “Who do you think he’s talking about?” Mina asked.

“Why do you lot care so much?” Bakugo angrily said pissed that training had been cut early.

“He’s our teacher, what if something bad happened Kacchan.” Midoriya answered but it just fuelled Bakugo’s anger.

“We should follow him.” Denki suggested. “It might be serious and if people need help, we can help.”

They nodded, all assuming it had something to do with hero work, seeing Aizawa in his car, they started to follow him on foot, “we should’ve taken one of the buses.” Bakugo scowled following.

“We cant drive.” Kirishima muttered back.

Bakugo huffed following them all on the long walk, it was easy enough to keep following due to the mass traffic occurring. Aizawa having got the room number, he didn’t care for his surroundings, his eyes fixated on the road.

He finally saw the sign for the hospital and breathed out hoping you hadn’t gotten into labour yet. “Why is he at a hospital?” Ururaka questioned, “do you think someone got hurt?”

“Maybe we should go back.” Momo said not wanting to intrude on something that could have no villainous intent.

“Shut up extra’s, we’re already here.” Bakugo muttered walking to the entrance, they all followed the angry boy who glared at the children coming out of that ward.

“When did you care about the injured?” Kirishima questioned the blond.

“I don’t, you dragged me with you so now we’re staying.” For one thing the boy was persistent.

Across the hospital, Aizawa had ran to the room and saw your eyes filled with fury, your mother holding your hand as he could see how much pain you were in. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You scowled in pain.

“You can take over now.” Is all her mother said, going outside and waiting. He took her place and in an instance your hands had grabbed his.

“You must be the husband, I’ll be helping your wife, can you wear these?” The doctor spoke passing the blue overall type to keep his clothes covered, Aizawa obliged still holding your hand. “Mrs Aizawa you’re about 9cm dilated once you get to 10cm I’m going to tell you to push, okay?”

You were breathless and felt dreary, it would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for the fact you were having twins. You knew you’d go through even more pain then normal and in that moment felt scared.

“Hey kitten, look at me, you’ll do amazing.” Aizawa tried to be encouraging but even he was scared for all three of you.

“It hurts.” You tried to hide the tears, but it mixed in with the sweat.

“I know kitten, but you can grab onto me as hard as you want.” He smiles moving the strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“10cm’s.” One of the nurses spoke out, the doctor nodded before looking at the angry you and calm husband.

“Mrs Aizawa you need to start pushing.” The pain was excruciating, you tried to push your grip on Aizawa’s hands becoming tighter. It was the worst pain you’d gone through and you’d been stabbed before.

Aizawa gave words of encouragement but all you wanted to do was tell him to shut up, tears cascaded down your face whilst pushing. “I see a head.” The doctor spoke, “keep pushing.”

You pushed a long with what the nurses had told you, in time to make sure you weren’t just randomly pushing. Aizawa was the first to see it, first to see the baby come out, it was quiet before wailing out loud, it was his turn to cry. The baby being placed on your chest before the doctor continued, “one more push, let’s get the other one out.”

You felt the first baby on your ski grabbing your neck as you kept on pushing, “I don’t want too.” You cried out but seeing Aizawa and how he looked at the baby on your chest you knew you needed too.

“Come on kitten, one more push.” He spoke a loud, you suppresses the tears before feeling another hard push come and the head of another baby erupt out of you. The doctor but the second baby on your chest, both their crying having stopped.

They stayed on you, you let go of Aizawas hand as the doctor told him he could cut the umbilical cord, he happily obliged before looking at the two babies that you both had created. They were smaller then normal and there eyes were tightly shut clinging onto their new mother.

“We need to weigh and clean them.” The doctor spoke as two nurses took the babies ready to put tags on them, the oldest had been a boy and the youngest a girl. You missed there touch and hold wanting to hold them again but watching them being taken out.

“We did it.” You spoke sleepily as you felt yourself being cleaned up and ready to be moved into another room.

“Yeah, we did.” Aizawa spoke going in to kiss your temple, “we’re parents.”

Tears brimmed his eyes; this normal dry flat facial features had become happier and all he could think about was how you looked with his two children. How he had gotten a family that he had never expected to have had.

Being moved to a different room, Aizawa followed sitting on the chair beside you. You saw the two babies come back to you both, in an instance they were placed back into your arms. “You can hold them?”

You had seen Aizawa’s hesitance to even touch the babies, but he knew how to do it and with ease they both were situated in his arms. You could hear your mother outside, she seemed to be talking to some people, but you ignored it watching at how Aizawa’s eyes welled up at the two babies.

“Where are my grandchildren?” Your mother spoke a loud before having heart eyes at how Aizawa was holding your babies.

“Mum, please be quieter.”

“Hey, I had to handle your screams, let me be happy, they look adorable with their father.” She spoke moving to the bed.

“They really do.” You both watched him look at the two children, a tear falling from his face.

Your mother turned back to you and she smiled at you, “I’m proud of you.” You give a nod holding her hand before she speaks, “have you two got any na…”

Before she could continue you hear the door open with the doctor coming in, “it seems you two have more visitors.”

You were both confused on the matter, nobody really knew you had gone into pregnancy except your parents and his and your father was still at work whilst his parents were out of town. It was unexpected but your eyes widen when you see the group of 16-year olds.

“They were wondering around the hospital.” The doctor speaks, Aizawa hadn’t noticed his students, but you and your mother had.

The kids were in shock at seeing a pro hero in a hospital bed but there eyes went to Aizawa’s he had been looking at his babies, unaware of his surroundings.

Nobody spoke instead just watching Aizawa interact with the two new-born babies, a smile placed on his normal flat self. “Did he steal two babies?” You hear one of them whisper, you instantly begin to speak after that.

“Shouta.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” He was so out of dazed but once he turns to face them all, he’s in shock as well.

“I’ll leave you to handle this.” Your mother leaves not wanting to have to explain this scenario.

Aizawa was still in shock, you reach out for one of the babies, he passes you the youngest, who starts to grab at your fingers. He sits holding the boy, before the class start cascading you both in questions.

“Are they yours?”, “How do you know Pro Hero Y/n?”, “Who is she to you?”

Aizawa looks at them and then at his family, you nod a sign that he could tell them everything, “This is my wife, and these are our new kids.”

It was a simple but effective, the class in shock that there homeroom teacher who seemed to be detached had you the loving pro hero as a wife, but even more now had two kids.

“Congratulations.” They all spoke a loud. It was rehearsed and you could tell that it all came out due to shock.

“What are you doing here anyway, I thought we said go back to the dorms.” Aizawa scowled.

“Baby, it’s fine, it’s good they found out anyway, since you wont be teaching them for a bit.” You calmed the man down.

He shakes his head at how easily you calmed him down, “you’re an amazing pro hero.” Midoriya spoke a loud, you thanked him before they didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ll go call Nezu, he can get you back to UA.” Aizawa muttered handing you the other child as he left the room.

“You married Aizawa.” Mina spoke a loud everybody looked at her, “what? We were all thinking it?”

You laugh looking at them all, “yes I did.”

“And you slept with him.” Mina continued with ever more eyes growing wider.

You continued to laugh, “that is how I got pregnant.”

“What are their names?” Ururaka asked coming towards the two kids.

You sat upright, letting them have a closer look, they all came forward even Bakugo who saw children as devils spawn. They were fresh out and anew, so pure and innocent as they tugged onto your hair.

“We haven’t decided yet.” You said looking at the two kids, you notice Aizawa at the door looking at the class as they surrounded you and the babies. The way they were quieter than they had ever been around two new-borns, they spent time asking questions and looking at the two babies. Before being dragged back to UA, all smiling happily at having spent the afternoon with two new-borns.

“They look like you.” You mutter sleepily, the two babies being put to sleep on the other sides of the room. “We made them.”

“I love you.” He whispers kissing you softly, you kiss back, happily at the new family you had and Aizawa finally realised what his happiness was. You and your two babies were all he ever needed now.

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Equals and Dinner

Summary: A part two to Scars and Marks. You’re meeting Bakugou’s parents, and you’re more than a little stressed about it. But the nice woman at the mall calms your worries after giving you some much needed fashion advice.

TW: Mentions of the ex-girlfriend, but other than that, I don’t think there is anything. If I missed something please let me know.

“Why is women’s clothing so expensive?” you hissed as you searched through the racks of scrappy shirts and short shorts.

“I’m pretty sure I saw that shirt in the men’s section and it was twenty dollars less than that,” a woman said, making you jump. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright, I get lost in my own little world sometimes. Especially when I’m stressed.”

“What are you stressed about? School?”

“No, I’m meeting my soulmate’s parents this weekend. They mean a lot to him, and I’m worried about what they’ll think of me,” you admitted.

The woman looked familiar, but you couldn’t place where you had seen her before. Her blonde hair seemed familiar, so did her red eyes.

“Soulmate? Not boyfriend?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Well, it’s complicated. If his parents don’t like me, I don’t think he’s going to be interest-”

“If his commitment relies on his parents’ opinions, he’s weak. If he’s interested in you, then it doesn’t matter if his parents like you or not.”

You smiled at her.

“You remind me of someone,” you admitted. “I can’t place where though.”

“I don’t get that a lot,” she replied, smiling at you. “It’s refreshing.”

She gave off a very maternal presence, it was comforting. 

“This,” she said, picking something off the rack. “This will win over any mother. It’s pretty, but it’s not too revealing. Not to mention, with your skin tone and hair color, it’s a nice compliment.”

“I was looking at that earlier, but I didn’t think it would look good,” you admitted.

“We are our own worst critics,” she told you, handing you the dress.

“Thank you for the help,” you murmured, bowing to her slightly.

“Oh it’s no problem dear,” she assured you. “Just happy to help.”

“Well, thanks anyways,” you said, smiling at her as you made your way to the changing rooms.

She was right, the dress did look good.

It looked a little short, but with all the black leggings you had, it would look great. The sleeves wouldn’t get in the way, it made you look older than you were.

That woman had a good eye.

She was gone when you walked back out, but you smiled anyway.

You bought the dress, heading back to the dorms.

“(Y/F/N)! You’re back early! Did you find a good outfit?” Momo asked.

“Yeah, I had some help from a random mom I met though,” you admitted, pulling it out of the bag to show the girls.

“Wow, I never knew a mom could have such good fashion taste,” Jirou said, glancing over the dress in appreciation.

“Right? And she made me a little less worried about meeting Bakugou’s parents this weekend.”

“I still can’t believe that you’re his soulmate,” Uraraka muttered. “I mean, you two are so different.”

“But they work, don’t you think?” Tsu asked.

“They work, but it’s strange to see Bakugou not yelling at someone,” Jirou chimed in.

“You guys are more obsessed with my relationship with Bakugou than I am,” you teased, making them laugh.

“Can you blame us?” Momo asked.

“No, but it worries me sometimes.”

“(Y/F/N), can you come help me with this?” Izuku asked.

“Yeah, just let me put this in my room,” you called, running to set it in your room, before you jogged back down the stairs to help Izuku.

“What do you need help with?” you asked, glancing over his shoulder at what looked like a presentation.

“I just need a female eye on this,” he admitted. “I feel like it needs something.”

“Well, maybe a sprinkle of navy blue here, a small dab of white around the edges, and then small streaks of pink along that word there.”

“How are you so good at that?” he asked.

“Society seems to think that women need to be fashion forward. Everything needs to match and you can’t be ugly. I learned early on what matched and what didn’t. Besides, I have an artist’s eye apparently,” you said. “You all good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, making you smile.

“No problem Izuku,” you assured him.

“(Y/F/N)! Come help me make a point!” Denki shouted, making you chuckle.

“What are you nimrods arguing over now?” you asked.

“If Bakugou were to be a sea animal, what would he be?” Denki asked.

“Pufferfish,” was your immediate response, and Denki pointed at you yelling, “Aha!”

“Damnit (Y/F/N)!” Hanta shouted, making you laugh.

“Okay, but imagine this,” you said, moving your hands. “If he were a dog? poofy Pomeranian.”

They burst out laughing and Denki looked like he was crying.

“HAH? I wouldn’t be a fucking Pomeranian!” Bakugou shouted from the doorway.

“Oh, hey Bakugou,” you said, smiling at him. “The boys needed me to clarify that you would be a pufferfish.”

“What the fuck?” he muttered, staring at you. “What kind of fucked up conversations are you dickwads having?”

You shrugged. “You wanna know, ask them.”

Your phone buzzed and you swore.

“Fuck, I forgot I was meeting Ichiro today! Have a good night guys!” you called, grabbing your purse and a spare hoodie, heading out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Bakugou’s POV)

He watched as (Y/F/N) darted out of the dorms again, frowning.

Who was Ichiro?

He had come down from his room because he heard her laughing, something that had become a comfort for him on his bad days. He had also wanted make sure that they were set for this weekend.

Ever since the ‘Festival Fallout’ as the self-proclaimed Bakusquad had dubbed it, he had been paying more attention to her.

He had no idea how he hadn’t noticed her before now. 

She seemed to light up any room she walked into, she made his bad days better just by smiling at him, she was always around when someone needed help. She didn’t even seem to realize how inherently good she was.

She didn’t seem to realize that she always had confidence when she was standing up for someone. How she always seemed to bite her lip when she was embarrassed, how she always fought better when she was fighting for someone else.

She always laughed when Denki told a bad joke, when Sero wrapped himself up in his tape, when Shinso failed to use his capture weapon, when Bakugou was always surprised by his friends and their unexpectedness.

She was so different from him, Katsuki knew that, he knew they were different, and yet, he noticed her in a way he had never noticed anyone else.

She always hid behind her hair when she was put in the spotlight, she only sang when she thought she was alone, she had a bad habit of biting her nails when she was stressed, no matter how short they got, and she always rubbed her thumb across her palm when she was nervous.

Katsuki had always noticed little things, he had trained himself to be observant, but these weren’t just little things. They were her little things. They were little things that seemed insignificant by themselves, but brought together they were little things that made her . . . her.

He had never really believed the whole soulmates thing growing up. His parents were soulmates, and their dynamic seemed so off to Bakugou. He had always been taught that soulmates were equal. His parents had never seemed equal to him.

He was watching as she disappeared now, and he thought he understood. She wasn’t as physically strong as him, and her quirk wasn’t as strong, but there were different kinds of strength.

What he lacked in faith she more than made up for, what he lacked in confidence in himself at times, she had in him all the time. When he had his dark days, she was right there, smiling at him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“-bro. Bakugou!”

Katsuki blinked, slowly, then realized the others were trying to get his attention.

“What do you fuckers want?” he asked, glaring at them.

“Why were you staring at (Y/F/N) like that?” Sero asked.

“Yeah man,” Kirishima chimed in, “you were staring at her like she was the best thing in your life. I’ve never seen you look at someone like that.”

“I mean, she is his soulmate,” Kaminari said, making Katsuki raise an eyebrow. “I know I look at ‘Toshi like that.”

Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m going back to my room,” he muttered, heading back up to his room.

He grabbed his phone, opening her contact.

They had started to get to know each other, mostly on their own. They had been paired together for a project, and they often went out on patrols together because of the heroes they were working under.

Katsuki had found that he genuinely enjoyed her company, and he found that he didn’t mind it when she touched him.

He sent her a quick text telling her to be careful, then messed around with the games on his phone.

He didn’t want to be that person, they weren’t even dating for All Might’s sake, but . . . he missed her.

The realization shook him to his core.

It wasn’t often that he missed anybody. He missed his mother, and he missed hiking with his father, but it wasn’t often that he missed someone outside his family.

For the love of All Might, he was in over his head already.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as you stepped back into the building, you were headed for Bakugou’s room.

Denki had texted you as you left the meeting with your brother that Bakugou had shut himself up in his room and that they were worried.

“Bakugou? Can I come in?” you inquired, knocking softly.

He grunted, which you took as a yes.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, not even looking up from his phone.

“Thanks, for the text earlier,” you offered, taking a seat by his bed. “It made me smile.”

He grunted again, but you could tell that he was happy with that.

“Ichiro caught me looking at my phone and asked what I was smiling at.”

You caught the change in his attitude and added, “My brother has always been a snoop, but he didn’t see anything other than that text, promise.”

“Brother?” Bakugou asked.

“Yeah, Ichiro is my older brother. Did I not tell you that’s who I was meeting earlier?”

Bakugou gave a small shake of his head.

“Were you . . . were you jealous?” you asked.

He opened his mouth to snap at you, then snapped his mouth shut so quickly his teeth audibly clicked together.

“Missed you is all,” he mumbled, a small blush staining his cheeks.

You huffed a small laugh, laying your hand on his arm. “You know that it’s okay to miss people right? It’s okay to have people you care about.”

“I know, ‘m just not used to it,” he muttered.

“That’ll change,” you assured him, brushing your pants off as you stood up. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs, the others are worried about you. And I think Denki might try to microwave a fork if we leave him alone any longer.”

You smiled at him, and you caught a glimpse of the look he had been giving you lately.

You held your hand out to him, and he huffed, taking it.

His hand was rough against yours, but you could tell he was trying to be gentle.

You heard shouting from the common room and interlaced your fingers with him, pulling him down the hall.

“Yas! She has magical Bakugou convincing powers!” Denki shouted when he spotted you.

“Let’s be real,” Mina said, winking at you. “(Y/F/N) could convince us of anything.”

“You guys are giving me too much credit,” you said, smiling.

Bakugou leaned over, tucking your hair behind your ear, making you pause. You hadn’t really talked about what you were to each other. You had talked a little that night, but other than that, you had slowly been getting to know each other.

He had touched you of course, a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, and you had sparred with each other occasionally, but this was the first time he had done something like this.

Your cheeks heated, but you let him do it. It was nice. Luckily, if the others noticed, they didn’t say anything about it.

The rest of the night went by as usual, though Bakugou did let you lean on his shoulder when your eyes started to get heavy during the movie you and your friends were watching.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, fighting off a yawn. “It’s been a long day.”

He grunted, but he shifted so your head was in the dip of his shoulder, and he slid his hand into yours.

You smiled softly, giving his hand a small squeeze as you relaxed against his side.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up slowly, the light streaming through your window, lighting your room with golden hues.

You sat up slowly, your eyes adjusting.

How did you get up here?

You didn’t remember walking to your room last night.

Slowly a memory surfaced.

Strong arms, a sweet scent, and rough hands that tried their best to be gentle.

Had he carried you to bed or were you making it up to fool yourself into thinking that he was interested?

“It’s too early for this shit,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the side, changing quickly before you headed downstairs.

“Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” Hanta teased, and you flipped him off.

“Fuck off, it’s too early for this without coffee,” you grumbled, pouring yourself a cup, adding enough sugar to kill the entire League of Villains.

“We’re definitely soulmates,” Bakugou said, grinning from his spot by the stove.

“Unlike you, I don’t get up at the ass crack of dawn,” you pointed out, chugging the drink, pouring yourself another.

Denki spewed his juice, making you laugh.

“We still on for this weekend?” Bakugou asked.

It took your brain a good two minutes to process what you had been asked.

“Yeah, yeah definitely,” you answered, shaking your head like you could clear it.

“You really aren’t a morning person, are you?” Mina asked.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Never have been. I’m not really a night owl either, I’m some form of permanently exhausted pigeon, maybe a crow.”

“I can feel my brain cells dying,” Bakugou grunted.

“You have brain cells to spare, so shove it up your ass,” you told him, smirking. “Our entire friend group has like, seven brain cells collectively, and these four,” you pointed to Hanta, Denki, Eijirou, and Mina, “never have them. Sometimes you don’t either, but they literally never have them.”

“I’m not sure whether to yell at you or be proud,” he muttered, staring at you.

“Make up your mind,” you teased.

He glared at you, and you smiled back, smug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stared at the door in front of you, smoothing your hands over your dress, trying to will your palms not to sweat.

“Hey, they’re gonna love you,” Bakugou said.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, eyes wide. Your stomach was roiling with nerves. “But what if they don’t?”

You hadn’t meant to ask that, but there was no more filter. Your nerves were chewing through everything, and you were tense.

“They’ll love you,” he repeated, opening the door.

“Katsuki? Is that you?”

Wait.

You knew that voice. And you knew the woman that stepped out of the kitchen.

“Hey! I know you!” you said, smiling at her. 

Then you remembered that your probably weren’t making the best first- or was it second?- impression. “It’s very nice to meet you officially ma’am.” You bowed slightly, trying to hide your wince.

“Hah, you already know each other?” Bakugou asked, looking bewildered.

“S-Sort of,” you admitted. “I ran into her when I went shopping the other day. She’s actually the one that suggested this dress to me. I knew you looked familiar,” you murmured, heat staining your cheeks.

“Mitsuki, is that them?”

The man that stepped out looked nothing like his son other than his build. His face had laugh lines and he had a kind smile as he looked at you.

“You must be (Y/L/N),” he said, smiling at you.

You nodded, giving him a shy smile in return. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“Oh please, call me Masaru,” he said, walking over to shake your hand. “Nice grip.”

“I mean, hero training does that to a girl,” you said, smiling.

“I’m sure it does, come in, come in,” he offered. “Katsuki hasn’t stopped talking about you!”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“He’s right,” Mitsuki said, watching you. “He hasn’t shut up about you.”

You remembered what Bakugou had said that night as you sat on your bed together.

My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home.

She must’ve been remembering his ex-girlfriend as she looked at you.

“Um, is there anything I can help with?” you inquired, fidgeting with your hands.

“You can help me in the kitchen,” Bakugou said, laying a hand on your back. “I don’t want that hag in there.”

“That’s your mother!” you hissed, poking him in the shoulder. “You should be nice to her. She’s the one you’ll be asking for advice when you’re older.”

“What kinds of advice?” he asked.

“You’re telling me you think you have people figured out like the back of your hand? Or that you think you care for a crying kid?”

“Who brought kids into this?!”

“You’re a hero, idiot! You’re going to have to know how to care for a scared child! You can’t just glare at them until they stop crying!”

“Why not?”

You stared at him, head cocked to the side, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

“Your paternal instincts must be terrible.”

“Rude!”

“Am I wrong?” you asked as you crossed your arms over you chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

Masaru was chuckling off to the side, arm around his wife as they watched the two of you together.

“They remind me of us when we were younger,” he murmured.

“Pretty sure the roles were reversed though,” she admitted, giving you a small smile.

“C’mon idiot,” Bakugou muttered, pulling you into the kitchen.

Your shoulders slumped as soon as you were out of eyesight. “Do you think they liked me?”

“My father definitely did,” Bakugou said.

“Your mother hates me,” you worried, washing your hands.

“She doesn’t either,” he argued.

“She could barely look at me,” you hissed.

Bakugou frowned, handing you a towel for your hands.

“Thanks. So, what can I do to help?” you asked.

“Cut these up for me,” he said, handing you a couple carrots and some potatoes. “Small cubes.”

“Alright, where are your- knives, aha!” you said, brandishing one, starting to peel the carrots. “Do you guys peel your potatoes or no?”

“Yeah, and use a peeler!”

“No, I work better with a knife,” you told him. “Besides, it’s one less dirty dish.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“It’s one of the only things we have in common,” you said. “We putting these in pot?”

“Yeah, bottom left cupboard,” he directly as he opened the meet packages. “Hey, snag me a sauce pan.”

“Big or small?”

“Both.”

“Here you go,” you said, handing them to him as you pulled out two pots. “I want to thank you, Bakugou.”

“What for?”

“For . . . giving me a chance I guess,” you said, cutting up the carrot you had just peeled. “I’ve never been ‘that’ girl, you know? I was always that girl where everyone knew I existed, but no one really knew who I was. I was never the girl that everyone wanted to be friends with, never the one who everyone wanted to be with in general. I guess it’s just nice to be wanted, even if it’s just for a little while.”

It was quiet for a long time, and you stopped what you were doing to look over your shoulder at him.

“Bakugou?”

Suddenly his arms were around your waist, crushing you into him.

“Bakugou? Are you okay?” you asked, slowly wrapping your arms around him in return, not entirely sure what was going on.

“I wish you could see yourself the way everyone else sees you,” he whispered, breathing you in.

“Why are you getting all sappy on me now?” you teased, running a hand along the length of his spine, feeling the tension leak out of his shoulders.

“Because you deserve to know how grateful I am for you,” he replied, his arms strong around you.

“You barely knew I existed six months ago. You’ve haven’t even met my parents yet Bakugou,” you said. “How are you so sure?”

“Because of this,” he said, pulling his shirt collar down to show off the tattoo that was right above his heart. Your tattoo.

The tattoo that you both shared.

You had seen it of course, but you had never seen it this closely before.

“It really is the same as mine,” you whispered, touching it lightly, barely registering the fact that he was shivering.

You had spent hours over the course of your life staring at your own tattoo, and this was the exact copy, other than the whorls on ink were softer than they were on yours. Yours were sharper, more defined.

It had stayed black since the festival, you had been checking it every day, just to make sure.

“I mean, you freaked out so much about mine that night, I kinda figured I wasn’t wrong, but . . . they really are the same tattoo,” you marveled, pulling your hand away slowly.

He nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear like he had the other day, making the heat rise to your cheeks again.

“I saw hers,” he admitted. “I knew, I think, in the back of my mind that it didn’t look right, but I was hoping . . . I don’t know.” He frowned, touching the spot on your back where your own Mark resided. “This is definitely right.”

You felt it then, that deep ache that you’d had since first year, that deep ache seemed to disappear from your stomach.

“You’re right, it does,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/F/N), can I talk to you for a moment?” Mitsuki asked, poking her head into the kitchen.

“Of course ma’am,” you said, glancing at Bakugou, who nodded.

You put your knife down, following her into the living room.

She sat down on the couch and you took the seat across from her, head bowed.

She was silent for a long time and it made you nervous. Your hands moved in your lap, your thumb rubbing the skin away from your palm.

“Y-You wanted to talk to me, ma’am?” you inquired softly. You had faced down villains, risked your life, and had almost died.

And yet, other than when Bakugou had been taken, this was the most terrifying thing to have happened to you.

“I love my son,” she stated.

“I-I never meant to insinuate that you didn’t.”

“I love my son,” she repeated. “But he’s always been powerful, and power draws in all sorts of people. He’s been the leader of every friend group he’s had for a very long time. He’s been fawned over for most of his life, and I have to say that it’s partially my fault for letting it get as far as it did.”

“Ma’am?”

“My son is an angry person, (Y/F/N), he’s a lot like I was when I was your age. He’s been calmer tonight than he has been in ages. He has never talked about someone as much as he has talked about you in the last few weeks. He seems happy. I wanted to thank you for that.”

“Th-There’s really no need to thank me, ma’am. I like seeing the people around me happy. It makes me happy knowing that I bring peace to people. I never want to be someone that others are afraid of. Even if I wasn’t Bak- Katsuki’s soulmate, I still would’ve tried to help him not be so angry.

“He is an angry person, but I think it’s a defense mechanism. Push others away and hurt them before they can hurt him. I tend to use sarcasm and humor as my own defense, and I used it every time the mentions of soulmates popped up.

“I knew, I knew for over a year that he was my soulmate, and I didn’t do anything because I knew- I thought- that he would be happier with someone else. I thought he was happy with her.

“My Mark was faded for a very long time, but that night, the night of the festival, it was as dark as it had ever been. I thought it would be gone by the night of the festival. I heard that was what happened when soulmates stopped loving each other. Did Baku- did Katsuki show you any of the photos from that night?”

Mitsuki shook her head. “My son is also a very private person, he doesn’t share many things with us.”

“Would you like to see photos? I have some on my phone. There’s a recording from that night too.”

You moved to sit next to her, pulling up the album of photos from that night.

Mitsuki smiled softly as she flipped through the photos, watching the video, her smile growing, stopping on one where your back was on full display.

“I thought the Mark would’ve been almost gone, so I had Momo make some adjustments to my dress, it revealed the Mark more than anything I had ever worn to, or for, school. He had no idea that I had a Mark that matched his until that night. He was really upset when he found out that I had never told him.”

You told her about the game of Never Have I Ever, and then how it had ended between Bakugou and his girlfriend. You spilled everything to her.

She simply sat there and listened, though she did flinch when you told her how faded your Mark had been. She looked close to tears when you showed her the comparison photos you had complied.

“I never planned on telling him about what I was. I thought it would’ve ended things for him. I thought he was going to be miserable with someone like me.” You shrugged. “He was so upset when I told him about it. Well, actually, I told his girlfriend that I had never planned on telling him, but semantic. He’s more than I ever would’ve hoped for, if he’s even interes-”

“He’s more interested in you than I’ve ever seen him,” Mitsuki interrupted, the first time since you had started talking. She had asked for clarification on some things, but this was cutting you off. “My son has never brought home girls before that last bitch, and I could tell what a snake she was from the moment she stepped through the door.”

She glanced at the kitchen door, and you knew she could see her son in there.

“He doesn’t need us anymore, his father and me, I mean. He was always such an independent child.”

“He’s always going to need you,” you assured her. “He’s going to call you when he needs advice on wedding rings, on what diapers to get when he has his first child, what to do when that child starts dating. He’s going to call you every time life becomes a little too much for him and he needs someone with more experience. You’re his mother, he’s always going to need you.”

“You say that like you won’t be there,” Mitsuki said, staring at you.

“What?”

“You said, “when he has his first child’. ‘His’, not ‘our’. You’re talking like you think he’ll do those things with someone else. Someone who isn’t you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before you gave a tense laugh. 

“I guess it’s just hard for me to believe that I’m going to be the one he does those things with. I mean, I doubt we’re equal, and he wants someone to be his equal.”

“Trust me sweetheart, he’s going to want to do everything with you, once he gets past the whole emotionally constipated thing,” she said, making you laugh.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you told her, smiling. “Thank you for giving me the chance to explain, ma’am. I know that it’s probably hard for you to trust me after that last girl. I just . . . wanted to tell you that I don’t plan on hurting him. Actually, if it weren’t for the dress, he probably never would’ve figured out we were soulmates.”

“You were seriously never going to tell him?”

“I love your son, and I have for a while,” you admitted quietly. “If he was happy, that was good enough for me. Even if he was happier with someone else.”

“Welcome to the family (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, taking your hands in hers.

“Is it safe to enter?” Masaru asked, only half joking.

“It’s safe,” Mitsuki assured them, and both men stuck their heads out.

Bakugou immediately looked at you, concern buried in those eyes.

You smiled at him, letting him know you were okay, your chest warming at the fact that he was worried about you.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Bakugou said.

“Alright,” Mitsuki said, standing up. “Masaru, come help me set the table.”

As soon as they were gone Katsuki was by your side.

“I heard you guys talking,” he murmured, bumping your hand with his.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, lacing your fingers together gently. “You know you can walk away too, right?”

“Why would I want to do that?” you inquired, cocking your head to the side.

“You’re not the only one questioning if we’re equals,” he admitted.

“Do you want to be with me Katsuki?” you asked. “Like, actually be with me?”

“‘Course I do, otherwise I never would’ve brought you home with me,” he said, hand tightening around yours.

“Good, because I want to be with you. Otherwise I never would’ve come home with you,” you told him. “C’mon, let’s join your parents before they think we’re making out somewhere.”

“My parents were right you know,” he said, making you pause. “I didn’t stop talking about you. I feel the same way you do.”

“I’m gonna pull a Denki here and state a random fact. Scientists have figured out that it only takes about four months to fall in love with someone. And that applies to people you don’t even know,” you told him. “So imagine how easy it would have been for us to fall in love when we already know each other.”

You walked into the dining room, sliding into the spot beside Katsuki, since it was the only one that wasn’t taken.

“So, tell us about yourself, (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, laying a hand on her husband’s thigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Be safe kids!” Masaru called as you and Katsuki headed for the train station.

“We will!” you assured him, smiling. “Do you think they liked me?”

“I think they like you more than they like me,” Katsuki muttered, but you could tell that he was relieved.

“Nah, you’re their son, they’ll always love you more Ka-Bakugou,” you told him, bumping your shoulder with his.

“Did you like them?”

“I think your mother is going to be my new friend,” you told him, smiling up at him.

“Oh fuck, what have I done?” he asked. “You two could end the world.”

“You love us and you know it,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder as you walked. “I had a good time tonight Bakugou.”

“Katsuki.”

“Huh?”

“You were gonna call me Katsuki earlier,” he said.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to call me that around people other than my parents.”

“Are you sure?”

“About as sure as I am of this,” he said, touching the Mark on his chest.

“Drama Queen,” you muttered, cheeks flaring with heat.

He smiled at you, a real smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Are you free next weekend?” he inquired.

“Are you really asking me that?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s your answer,” you told him.

[shoutaaizawas]

I know youre probably busy but I was thinking maybe 👉👈 you could do a fic bakugo x reader where you ask bakugo out he rejects you and starts being mean to you only for you to get sad and distant and the other students start hating on bakugo fir hurting you (Pls take ur time ur probs busy you dont have to do it right away

thanks for your patience~ i always love writing for bakugou

↳ bakugou katsuki x reader → sorry

summary: bakugou rejects your confession in a panic but quickly regrets it and tries to make it up to you word count: 1,541 tags/warnings: light angst with a happy ending

Bakugou Katsuki was not a boy that earned a lot of attention from girls, more often than not girls were scared off by his demeanor. But you weren’t scared off by him. If anything his fiery spirit was endearing in a way. You had a crush on him but you hadn’t yet worked up the courage to tell him.

He was your friend, as much as anyone was friends with Bakugou. You hung out with him in groups and even spent time with him studying or training. A part of you was scared that if you told him how you felt it would ruin the relationship. You didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

It was one day when you heard that another student was interested in him, that you decided that you needed to say something. The last thing you wanted was to miss your chance and for someone else to date him.

You decided to make him his favorite dessert, he wasn’t big on sweets but he mentioned once that he really liked chocolate chip banana bread. You spent all night trying to get the recipe perfect. You placed it in a nice tin to keep it safe and attached a little note to it.

It was after class, you were heading back to the dorms to study with Bakugou. You thought it’d be best to get it over with. You stopped on the path as you walked beside him, pulling out the tin with the dessert in it.

“What are you doing?” He asked turning around.

“I-I wanted to tell you something.” You said. What you hadn’t expected was for there to be a good amount of other students around when you did this. It was too late now. You held the tin in your hands nervously playing with it. “Bakugou, I really like you. More than a friend and I was wondering if you’d go out on a date with me.” You said holding it out in front of you as an offering.

Even though your nerves you saw Bakugou’s expression change a few times before he spoke.

“Why would I be interested in an extra like you?” His biting tone cut through the silence.

“Oh.” Your voice was quiet. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Bakugou. No, don’t cry not now in front of everyone. The metal of the tin rang out as it hit the ground loudly. You swallowed painfully before running off in the direction of the dorms.

Bakugou stood there staring blankly at the space where you stood moments before. He could hear snickers from the students around him. He turned around to glare at them and they ran away. He kneeled down picking up the tin you had dropped. Opening it he saw his favorite dessert and his heart dropped. Grabbing a piece he was shocked at how good it was, it was even better than his own recipe. There was a note on top of the container.

Bakugou,

I hope you enjoy this, I know my baking isn’t as good as yours but it was made with love.

Every passing moment he felt more and more like a monster. The teary look on your face haunted him.

Why did he say that? He liked you too but he never expected you to feel the same way. With all the people around he panicked and did what came naturally to him, he was mean. He knew he should apologize and explain but he just couldn’t bring himself to. He went to the training gym and took his frustration out there.

“I know you can be mean sometimes but you had no right to do that to her,” Mina said, approaching him as he sat at his desk waiting for class to start. He couldn’t reply before she continued. “She really likes you, the least you could have done was let her down easy.”

Mina stomped off before he could say anything to defend himself. Not like there was anything he could say to defend himself.

You were nowhere to be seen for the rest of the day.

The rest of the week he got dirty looks from his classmates, even Kirishima had given him a disappointed look in the cafeteria before sitting down at your table to eat.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, even with the other students flocking to your side to cheer you up, you still looked so sad and it was all his fault.

“Man, that was really messed up,” Denki said walking beside him to class. “You know you could have just said you weren’t interested.”

“Shove off Pikachu.” He growled before walking ahead.

He knew how bad he messed up, he couldn’t sleep at night, he could barely eat. All he could think about was how sad you looked. He had to make it up to you but how?

“On one condition,” Kirishima said. “You never hurt her again.”

“I didn’t mean to in the first place, okay. I don’t like seeing her sad.” Bakugou replied. “I just need your help to make it up to her.”

“Alright but I’m holding you to it.” He said.

Bakugou had a plan and he hoped it would work. He was cooking all of your favorite foods. Then he would set up on the balcony of the common room a table with candles and you could eat together. Or by yourself, if you decided not to forgive him. All he needed from Kirishima was for him to bring you out there.

You had one of the worst weeks of your life. Every day you were both too embarrassed and too sad to leave your room. You got away with one day but you knew you couldn’t sacrifice your learning for some guy. Even if it was Bakugou Katsuki.

Your friends had been amazing, staying by your side, bringing you food and anything else you need but it only could do so much. Time would be the best solution, Momo told you. You knew she was right but you just wished it would hurry up and make you feel better.

It was a Friday night and you were sulking in your room listening to sad music once again. You weren’t expecting a knock at your door. You sighed it was probably one of your friends hoping to cheer you up but you just wanted to be alone right now.

“Kirishima?”

“Hey, I need to show you something.” He said.

“I’m really tired, Kiri. I just want to stay in my room.” You told him.

“Please, it’s important.” He said. The genuine look in his eyes guilted you into following.

As he led you to the common room balcony you thought you might scream if Kirishima made you leave your room to show you another cute frog outside again.

What you didn’t expect was a nice table covered in a white cloth with flowers and candles. Even more so was Bakugou standing there with a guilty look on his face. Before you could question Kirishima he was gone.

You looked at Bakugou before turning to leave.

“Wait, please.” You were shocked to hear him say please. It made you pause. “Just let me explain myself and I’ll leave if you want me to.”

“Okay.” You said more curious than anything else. What was he up to?

“I didn’t mean what I said. I was caught off guard and there were all those people there and I spoke before I could think.” He said.

“Yeah, imagine how embarrassing it was to be rejected like that in front of everyone.” You said. You knew it was unheard of for Bakugou to apologize but it would take more than that to earn your trust again.

“I know, I know. I feel horrible about it.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “What I’m trying to say is- I’m sorry.” The words came out quite but he did in fact say he was sorry.

“Okay.” You said, not quite sure what to say.

“Not just that but I feel the same way.” He admitted. “I like you too and I want to go on a date with you.”

You were even more stunned, he felt the same way?

“I made your favorite food, I can leave.” He said opening the metal cover over the plates. It looked amazing and smelled even better. “You can eat with Kirishima instead if you want.”

Bakugou started to head for the door but you caught him by his wrist

“No. Stay.” You said. “This can be our first date.”

Bakugou smiled. Not his usual cocky smirk or the smile he gave when he was about to beat someone up. The soft smile stopped your heart for a moment.

You sat down together at the table.

“I would have worn something nicer if I knew this was going to be a date.” You laughed. He smiled at your joke.

“You look better than anyone else I’ve seen.” He said. You hadn’t expected any of this but you really weren’t expecting Bakugou to be so smooth.

Things weren’t always going to be easy with Bakugou but he knew how to show he cared when it mattered most.

[punkpresentmic]

Traitor Aizawa AU Pt 8 — 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

It’s an otherwise unmemorable patrol for Shouta, the streets almost entirely empty at this hour. When he notices the shadows of the alleyway shift in the corner of his eye, he can't be certain it isn't a figment of his imagination.

He stares into the inky blackness for a long while, paused at its edge with a hand on his capture weapon.

The flick of a lighter announces the man’s presence, illuminating a face not unfamiliar to Shouta. Giran smiles as he lights his cigarette. "Evening, Eraserhead—have you got a minute?"

His reputation precedes him. Giran’s involved in the worst sorts of deals, a broker for villains & criminals of every caliber. If he’s here, it’s trouble. It’s exactly why Shouta approaches; this is his route to protect. "What are you doing here?"

Giran takes his time answering, rolling well-scripted words around his tongue as he takes a drag of his cigarette & blows a slow cloud of smoke that disappears into the nearest streetlight. "My client wanted me to have a word with you. To get your thoughts on a couple business matters."

"I have no business with the likes of you. What do you want."

"I see we’re not sugar-coating things here. Alright, then." He flicks ash onto the pavement. "My client has intel regarding the incident that killed Shirakumo Oboro."

The air is stolen from Shouta’s lungs, & for one hysterical moment he thinks it’s an attack from a Quirk. He gathers himself, shows nothing but a scowl on his face.

Giran continues, "This info is deep & dirty, implicates all sorts of characters. But my client is willing to make a trade: a morsel of info for a morsel of info. You drop off your package, my client drops off theirs. I’ll see to that; I have a reputation to uphold, you know." He smiles. "Customer satisfaction & all that."

Shouta crosses his arms, hiding how his nails bite into his fists as his heart thuds. "What does your boss want to know." He makes his tone bored, disinterested.

"Simple, really: a schedule of UA training exercises. & remember, hero: incorrect information only gets you incorrect information in return."

Disgust rolls through him. "Why is your client interested in that?"

Giran shrugs. "Beats me!" He laughs.

“Okay. Why would I ever give criminal scum like you information like that," he scoffs. It’s not a question, even as... troubling... as this exchange has been. He’ll have to report the strange & cruel ruse.

“Because you want to know what really happened to your old pal Oboro, of course." Shouta’s body locks up to even hear the name, let alone tossed around so casually. The weight of what Giran’s saying truly hits him then—intel regarding the incident, implicates all sorts of characters, what really happened. Giran sees this & grins around his cigarette. "What? It’s just a schedule," he drawls. "Even if my client wished a class of highschoolers any harm, do you not have faith in yourself & UA to protect them? You have All Might on staff now, for god’s sake."

Shouta hesitates. It’s enough of a betrayal in itself.

"& after we get you everything you need to know, you can tell your boss. We don’t ask for your permanent silence; it’s just that for now the matter is... delicate." He taps the ash from the tip of his cigarette, shaking his head. "It’s filthy business, really—like I said, it involves lots of types who’d rather it be kept quiet." A wink, then. "& it’s not like we’re asking a lot from you either—it’s a steal, if you ask me."

Implication of people ‘who’d rather it be kept quiet?’ On the subject of... him?

The trade is simple enough, so long as he can guarantee his students‘ safety. & he’s naïve, in his vulnerable state, & fiercely believes he WILL protect them. & he WILL get Oboro the justice he deserves.

Shouta makes the trade a day later, a sick feeling to his stomach. On the schedule: the location for USJ.

Shouta becomes responsible for nearly getting his students, the Symbol of Peace, & himself killed. & it’s abundantly clear he’s made a deal with the devil—Giran’s 'client' doubtlessly being the League of Villains themselves. Ultimately, the League failed, but they were close. Too close. & the weight of it is on Shouta’s shoulders.

At the very least, it leads to the capture of one of their strongest weapons, the Nomu, which is, repulsively, determined to have once been human. A human modified beyond recognition.

Giran has some nerve calling after this. Shouta answers his phone with a vengeance. Giran opens with poison praise: "See, I told you you could do it!"

The rage & pain of USJ comes to a boil under Shouta’s skin, least of all the fact that it was for nothing. "You told me nothing about Oboro," Shouta hisses despite himself, the words spilling unbidden from traitorous, unheroic lips.

“Oh, I do believe we did, hero. Your investigators aren't completely incompetent at digging out some answers. But here’s an extra bonus for your trouble: Shirakumo Oboro is alive. He was taken after the incident reported to have killed him." He gives it a beat to sink in as Shouta sputters. “We’ll be in touch."

Giran ends the call.

Shouta doesn’t tell anyone about the contact, about his role in what happened. His end of the deal was silence. Temporary silence. He’ll confess. To all of it. But he needs time. He needs to know they’re lying. Or worse... that they’re not.

& Giran does contact him again, in person, directly before the students’ summer training camp. Shouta knows exactly what they’re after coming to him now of all times. He doesn’t let Giran get a word in; he’s not giving them any more information, vehemently refusing to hear anything out despite Giran’s silver-tongued talk about his friend, no matter how much it rips him up inside. Lies, they’re all lies. He’ll turn himself in for what he’s done & detail what he’s learned. But no one will lay another hand on his students.

Giran sighs, holds up his hands at Shouta’s glowing eyes & floating capture weapon. “Alright, alright, you’ve made your point, Eraser. Sorry to bother you, but don’t shoot the messenger, okay?" Giran breathes a little easier when Shouta blinks, stepping toward the door. "& since I’m such a good little messenger, I can tell you this much: You might want to check up on your students at the mall."

Shouta runs for it. He’s too late. Police cars surround the building by the time he gets there.

The camp location is moved. Everything is top secret.

But it doesn’t change anything. Shouta doesn’t know until the hospital that Giran used that meeting to track his phone.

& now Bakugou has been kidnapped. If anything were to happen to him...

It’s his fault. His lapse in judgment did this, his actions did this, his silence did this.

He calls Giran while his students are in the hospital & one of them is captured. "You took my kid," he growls into the phone. "I’ll rip you apart."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Eraser! I had no part in that. I never get my hands dirty—"

"—Save it for someone who cares. I don’t have time for this. Contact your—your client. I want to make another trade."

Giran is silent on the end for a long minute & then, "I’ll see what I can do."

Giran calls back shortly after, saying they can make an arrangement, "But this one is a little more... slippery than our previous offers. There’s lots of pieces on the board, you must understand. I was told to ask you the following: what do you think you can offer my clients? Just so that both sides can get an understanding of each other."

"Anything," he snarls. “Bakugou is a child; I’m—we’re—not bargaining with his life."

Giran hums, interested. "I’m sure my clients will be interested in hearing that. Shall we arrange a meeting to discuss terms? Say... a few hours? Same place as our last rendezvous?"

& Shouta fully readies himself to give up anything—that’s his kid. They’ll understand, he tells himself. They’ll understand.

But then Momo arrives with that tracker. He’s shaking as he calls to cancel the meeting with Giran, but his voice is steady. He has a conference, he tells him. They’ll have to postpone it until afterward.

Hizashi bursts into the room shortly after he makes the call, worried sick. Hizashi gets him in a tight hug, crushing his soul back into his body as Shouta trembles with what he almost did, with how Momo probably saved him too with that move. Already heroes & they don’t even realize it. Hizashi whispers about how Shouta did everything he could, how it’ll be okay, how they’ll get him back. Hizashi kisses his head, then, & apologizes for being late. He cracks a wry joke about how he’s glad he got here before Shouta could do something stupid.

Shouta buries his head in his husband’s chest. Hizashi’s smile fades. They both know how more truth rings in that statement than Shouta wants to talk about. Hizashi clings to him fiercely. Together, it says. We’ll get through this together.

Of course, then Hizashi announces the obvious to the gathered team of heroes on the case: that there’s a traitor in their midst.

Hizashi kisses the traitor good luck before his press conference.

The events of Kamino Ward unfold, terrifying & devastating in their consequences.

Shouta receives Giran’s call before the dust is even settled. They've lost the Symbol of Peace. The League has vanished. “WELL Eraserhead, that’s what we in the business call a double-crossing."

"Consider it payback for endangering my students."

Giran’s voice is cold, impersonal, empty of its usual snake’s charm, "I think you’ve done that all on your own, Eraser."

Shouta hangs up the phone. This isn't the end of their entanglement & he knows it.

(pt. 9)