#class 1a oneshot

[imagineanime2022]

1A With A Mogwai

No Pairing

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi I read your story about the villains with a Mogwai and I was thinking about what would be more chaotic if the Gremlin was with the pro heroes?, or with the class 1A students? I don’t know what would be more chaotic? at first he’s a cute little harmless Mogwai and then the next he turns into a scary gremlin So I’m gonna let you decide on that? Because I can’t choose.😅

General

🅰 In general the class is filled with more people that want to help you keep the little critter under control. 🅰 There are times where they band together to cause chaos, mostly when Monoma was involved, they’d usually splash some water on the little guy and then lock him in a room with it while it multiplied. He’s honestly lucky that they can’t get in his room after midnight otherwise he’d have a problem on his hands. 🅰 The Mogwai could often be found playing with Dark Shadow, Shoji or Ojiro. When I say playing, I mean mostly entertaining himself by climbing all over them. Ojiro would often move his tail around while the Mogwai played with it and Dark Shadow would often actively play with the little guy, they became good friends. 🅰 In the dorms where most of the problems rise, you see there are a few people that are just careless and it took a long time and a good few mishaps before people remembered not to leave their food in places that it could be grabbed. 🅰 Denki will feed the little guy all the time, like will literally be sitting watching a movie with everyone, passing popcorn to the little creature, someone else has so be watching the clock though because he isn’t. 🅰 Deku can often be found having fallen asleep with the little one on his chest or over his eyes. 🅰 Little Mogwai always travels with one of the girls if you're not available, let’s be honest the boys are all insane and he can feel it. 🅰 Hangs around Sato when he’s in the kitchen, he knows that he’ll get something. 🅰 When Momo is mad, Mogwai is mad, no questions asked. He will speak to no one apart from her, he’s easily bought though, offer him food and he goes back to a neutral party, unless he was wronged. 🅰 Iida made a poster with the rules for every hall of the dorms so no one (Denki and Sero especially) could say that they forgot what they were. Iida is the first to yell when the rules are broken and alerts you immediately to get the problem under control.

Bakusquad

💥 This is where the most chaos happens, his group is 1 part idiot (Denki), 2 parts chaos (Mina and Sero), 1 part neutral (Bakugo) and 1 part good (Kirishima). 💥 The problem is that Denki thinks any idea is a good idea, no matter who pitches it to him, while Bakugo and Kiri will say no to if Mina or Sero pitch them an idea that is pure chaos for no reason. 💥 That being said, there are times when Bakugo will use the little guy as a weapon himself, on the days when Denki was being overly annoying, he’d put the little guy in Denki’s room with some food and water and lock the door. Denki is a mess the next morning. 💥 Kirishima tries to talk them out of anything stupid but let's be honest they don’t listen to him so he ends up going along to make sure that no one gets seriously injured. 💥 Usually they are the cause of Mogwai going insane so he’s usually mad at them, there is nothing funnier than watching Mogwai and Bakugo have a staring contest funny enough the little one always wins, Bakugo claims it’s because he gets bored. 💥 Last option for babysitting, first option for entertainment.

Midoriya and Co.

🥦 These guys are like a group of older siblings, they make sure that he’s okay and they keep him safe and away from anyone who intends to cause trouble. 🥦 Very rarely use him for their own gain but he does become a learning experience for some of the group. Izuku and Shoto specifically. 🥦 Izuku, being an only child, has never had anyone else that he needed to look after and keep safe. He learns quickly that the little one is like having a baby around, he’ll grab anything and more often than not put it in his mouth. Izuku becomes more vigilant and quick with his reflexes; nothing will happen to him while he’s around. 🥦 We all know Shoto’s situation, so he really doesn’t understand anything that doesn’t gain him something in the long run but he tries now that he has friends, it takes a long time and a lot of encouragement from the others for him to be comfortable. 🥦 Uraraka and Iida are honestly the best to teach anyone about looking after the little guy, Uraraka is just good at looking after people and Iida remembers everything that you tell him about the little guy, likes, dislikes and needs. 🥦 Best team for babysitting, you’ll probably come back and find them all passed out in the common room with some movie playing.

Request Here!!

[jomamaofficial]

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: SO, THIS WAS ASKED IN MY ASK BOX. BUT I STUPIDLY REPLIED TO IT SO I DON'T KNOW WHICH ANON ASKED FOR IT SO I'M JUST GOING TO TAG EVERYONE WHO LIEKD THAT POST HERE AND HOPE IT'S THE BRILLIANT ANON WHO WANTED ME TO WRITE A PART 2. @dark-magic-phoenix @crystal-freak24 @observaureium @justtovi3w62. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained) CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics. Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines Masterlist Word Count: 1951. Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again. 

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Toshinori’s chest rose and fell. 

“You don’t mean that…” 

A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder. 

“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”

Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible. 

Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony. 

Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up. 

This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield. 

Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the  foundations were built off of your suffering.

Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.

The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if. 

What if Midoriya truly was better than you? 

What if you truly were not worth it?

What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter. 

Forever. 

You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard. 

Silence. 

Silence. 

Silence.

It had become silent. 

As though you were the only person in the room. 

A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor. 

Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.

He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.

Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave. 

“Dad!” 

This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.  

But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him– but you were stopped. 

Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief. 

He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up. 

You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion. 

You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens. 

You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.

What was wrong with you? 

But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-

“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours. 

Instead, they looked past you. 

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old. 

A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’. 

Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting. 

It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5. 

Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years. 

Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth. 

Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines: 

Heartbreaking Tragedy Strikes Japan: Devastating Attack Leaves Communities Reeling 

Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security 

Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage

Not much was known about these young adults. 

Apart from two things. 

First. 

They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations. 

And second.

They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5. 

Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten. 

You are rated 0. 

Zero.

Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke. 

“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.” 

He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment. 

“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”

Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall. 

“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.” 

Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve. 

“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”

Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus. 

A ghost town. 

“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.” 

His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light. 

“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.” 

He had left a clot that blocked your heart.

“Because no one else would have wanted you.”

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most. 

The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh. 

Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.

Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival. 

So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.  

“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”

“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.

“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it” 

Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring. 

“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.

“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?” 

In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort. 

“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.” 

Your face had settled into a stone. 

“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”

“My daughter-”

“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”

Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds. 

But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope. 

Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it. 

Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you. 

It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you. 

You knew what the answer was going to be. 

“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”

A flat-line. 

“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”

You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue. 

“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝔅𝔢 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔄𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡

fandom: my hero academia

relationship: class 1a x gn! reader (platonic)

summary: you don’t typically use your quirk as to not frighten people, but you wind up using it when Mineta is bothering your girl friends.

contains: mineta being a perv, y/n being terrifying yet beautiful, maybe a little rushed at the end sorry

Upon first getting your quirk at age four, you and your parents initially thought they were merely angel wings. By junior high however, you came to realize there was more to it than that, and after a few small incidents that included you inadvertently making a classmate nearly pass out, you opted to keep your power on the down low most of the time. But your quirk still needed to breathe, so to speak, so you let your first pair of wings out.

Once you reached high school and enrolled in UA, you were still hesitant to use your power to its full extent, and not just for the sake of not frightening anyone, but also because you were fairly certain that if you did, Bakugou would see it as a challenge and become bent on one-upping you. And you didn’t have the time for that.

Either way, it actually didn’t take too long for the truth to come out. From day one, your shortest classmate made a pretty solid impression as a little pervert, and it had you on your toes a lot, not just for yourself, but for your friends. You had gotten used to using your wings to create distance between Mineta and the girls, but you were getting real fed up with it real fast.

There were only a handful of scenarios wherein you deemed it necessary to go the whole nine yards, and when you spotted him trying to sneak up on Momo, Ochako, and Mina, you didn’t even think twice as you speed walked towards them, sliding your jacket off of your shoulders and tying it smoothly around your waist.

You put yourself between him and the girls, activating your quirk so quickly that a gust of wind blew through the room, making the girls jump in surprise a bit and causing Mineta to stumble and fall back and several other heads to turn in your direction.

There they saw you hovering a couple feet off the ground, all three sets of wings out and a soft halo of light surrounding your head. You had opened a few extra eyes, all glowing like the sun. But there wasn’t a trace of mercy in your gaze as you stared Mineta down. You almost didn’t hear the soft gasps of your other classmates as they stared at you in awe.

“Be afraid. Be. Very. Afraid.”

It took a moment for Mineta to snap out of his horrified state, before he quickly scrambled to his feet and booked it away from you, stuttering apologies as he scurried off. And with that, you lowered yourself to the ground and sighed, your halo fading and your extra eyes closing back up. Looking over your shoulder, you looked at your girl friends and offered them a tender smile, in complete contrast to the death stare you were wearing just seconds prior.

��Be not afraid.” you said sweetly before Mina gave you a big hug which you returned.

“(L/n), you’re the best!” she exclaimed joyously. “Thank you so much.” Momo said.

“No worries. I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while now.” you said, mumbling at the last part. Ururaka went on about how she was sure that you would be an awesome hero some day, beloved by girls everywhere.

Midoriya was already flipping through his journal to add on to the entry he made about you and Jirou had a proud smile on her face, glad that someone was able to scare Mineta off like that. Iida was stunned, but honestly amazed by how gracefully you handled the situation, and Kaminari was simultaneously terrified and impressed as he made a mental note to never mess with you or your friends, even if he was one of them.

Kirishima’s look of shock turned into a beaming smile as he went over to compliment your quirk and how strong you were. Bakugou… wasn’t sure what to think. He was impressed, though he probably wouldn’t tell you that to your face, and maybe slightly intimidated by you upon realizing how much you must have been holding back during training and sparring. Aizawa on the other hand, made a mental note to try and explore this side of your quirk in future training.

[thefiery-phoenix]

I have a request if that's OK can you do Yandere class 1a(romantic) (and Yandere eraser mic platonic ofc) x reader with powers like starfire or raven

Sure and I'll go with the reader having powers like Starfire if that's okay with you and I sincerely apologize if this sucked

You were a part of class 1A and over a period of time, they started growing obsessed and possessive of you so much that you weren't even allowed to hang out with students from the other classes. To say you had powers was an understatement, you were basically a walking weapon with your abilities of being able to fly, shooting laser beams from your eyes and hands, superhuman strength and agility. You aced the UA entrance exam like it was nothing and left everyone awed and speechless of your powers. You were soon sorted into class 1A after you received your acceptance letter and you became friends with your classmates, unaware of their darker masked desires and hidden intentions for you

You were book smart but when it came to figuring out the intentions your classmates had for you, you were quite naive indeed. The other day Monoma, TetsuTetsu and Kendou wanted to hang out with you and you agreed to hang out with them, when your classmates found out about your plans to hang out with some other class instead of them, they were annoyed and their jealousy bubbled inside him. They usually couldn't stand each other at times, each of them wanting to have you for themselves, however during times like this they were forced to work together. "HAH!? TF DO YOU MEAN HANGING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE RAT!? NO WAY!" yelled Bakugou as he muttered profanities and cursed under his breath while threatening to blast Monoma to the orbit. Uraraka, Momo and Mina had resorted to trying to guilt trip you by telling you that you barely ever hang out with them and you wanted to spend time with other people instead of them. Even the usually calm Deku and Kirishima had dark looks plastered across their faces, looking deep in thought while Iida was busy lecturing you as usual about how you shouldn't ignore your classmates when they wanted to spend time with you and besides, you also had homework to do and started listing out every possible reason why you couldn't hang out with the class 1B students

Eventually you ended up giving in and decided to have a movie night in the common room with your classmates since they just wouldn't stop with the incessant pestering. You don't know what it is they've done, but they've done something for sure since no one from class 1B decided to approach you the next day. Even Monoma kept his distance from you and scurried off in the opposite direction as your spotted a few scars on his face and hands which your dear classmates may or may not have caused. They won't allow anyone else to steal you away from them, you're theirs. From hanging out with Shoji and Koda and playing with Koda's pet bunnies to helping Sato bake his goodies and doing homework with Iida and Shoto to going shopping with the girls, you feel like your classmates are monopolizing your time way too much but you can't really do anything about it, how could you possibly prove that they're in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you?

Your teachers are of no help either whatsoever, Aizawa sensei and Present Mic think it's a GOOD thing your classmates are so protective and possessive of you. They're worried you might become reckless one day and your powers might end up hurting you which is the last thing they all want, so it's like a mutual silent agreement and understanding between them to keep an eye on you and protect you. Even if they have to get their hands dirty. Aizawa and Mic see you as one of their own kids to take care of and they take that role VERY seriously. The other day some random dude actually had the GUTS and audacity to try slipping in a love note into your locker while Aizawa was passing by and his eyes narrowed as he wrapped the guy in his scarves and gave him detention for the rest of the semester every day. If someone dares to make the mistake of bullying you, Mic would be the one to deal with that by using his quirk on them to make their eardrums literally BLEED till they apologize

Now, about your powers, it's a tricky situation. As much as they all love you for who you are and how capable you are to take care of yourself, they're also worried you might end up getting hurt one day because of them. No way in hell would Aizawa ever give you strenuous training tasks despite your whining and pleading, you could get hurt. They ALWAYS have eyes everywhere and they know your every move no matter what. Some of your classmates have literally resorted to stalking the living daylights out of you and you're still unaware of the secret cameras placed in your room, courtesy of Iida when you both had that study session a few days ago. Your every movement is now watched by all your classmates and your teachers as well. They don't even realize they're doing something wrong and they're lost so far in their delusion, they think they're just doing their jobs as good heroes in protecting you, their loved one and keeping you safe

Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Hagakure and Ojiro think your powers are cool but the rest of them are really worried for your safety. You always get lectured by Iida whenever you end up doing something risky and Deku would just be pleading with you to never do something like this again while Bakugou would lovingly insult you to knock some sense into your head. You are NOT to be fighting villains, they've all established that already and made that rule VERY clear. If there's a villain attack at some point, you'll be taken to safety because they do not want you engaging into such dangerous stuff. Look, you might have strong powers and you might be a good fighter but that still doesn't mean they'll let you fight villains and criminals, you'll always be seen as someone naive and sheltered in their eyes, someone they need to protect from the darkness of the world. But not to worry though, after the villains are dealt with (Or probably murdered), Aoyama will comfort you with cheese, Momo will make you some tea and Jirou will play some of her music for you as you'll spend the rest of your time surrounded by your classmates once again, your teachers pleased with the turn of events of the extreme lengths your classmates are willing to take to protect you. What sort of heroes would they be if they can't ensure their loved one's safety after all?

[serxinns]

Hi! I was wondering if u can do a normal class 1a x reader platonic hc’s? Like readers quirk is like briar from league of legends and readers pretty sweet but scares class 1a a lil

I haven't did fucking headcannons In a WHILE I hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer I do not know much about this character so if I mischaraterize something then I'm sorry

•ever since you transferred to Ua, they always thought you were a bit weird, especially when you 1st introduced yourself. It was a wild one.

•"Hello, the names y/n l/n and I think blood is tasty!" There was a sudden silence in the class a couple of sweat drops formed on some of the students while you just casually smiled like what you said was completely normal... oh boy it was gonna be a long but fun ride for sure

•your 1st ever companions were Mina and Denki the three of you matched each other's energy and chaoticness it was like 2 dumbasses and one less of a dumbass the 3 of you would get into the most shit like one time you convince Kirishima that he could be a hammer so you somehow got a big nail and test it out resulting in Kirishima knocked out and you 3 getting scolded by and yelled at by katsuki , making iida realizing he has to deal with an extra chaotic person now

• Next was Kirishima your victim I mean your friend you can count on Kirishima was quick to like you due to your lay loose and enthusiastic behavior making him want to be you at times two whenever the two of you trained together you were encouraged each other Kirishima especially and whenever he feels insecure you would encourage him and make sure he's a strong manly man he is! Yall two are just loveable idiots

•Shoto and you had a strange yet wholesome friendship at 1st. Shoto was uncomfortable and cold towards you, which you didn't mind, and you respected his boundaries, but it all clicked when he saw you eating soba. "You like soba?" You turned to face the expressionless boy with a bright smile. "Of course! I even like it with sesame oil, grilled chicken, and a yummy fried egg! Want some?" You reached into the fridge and handed him an extra soba pack and that's how your friendship began even without the soba he thinks ur a pretty interesting person to talk to even with your bizarre talks

"Omg bro you look like that penguin dude from sanrio!"

"I have a cousin name sanrio?"

•next was Ochako she's a tiny bit scared of you at 1st worrying you might get her blood (cough cough flashbacks with toga) but you quickly reassured her that you wouldn't do it without permission which makes her feel a bit better after a bit of time and communicating with each other she starts to feel a bit comfortable with you like would invite you to her room for advice and stuff and the two if you would go out at night to watch the stars with some other students like tsuyu or maybe Tokoyami her most favorite activity is to tell space facts to you (I hc her as a space geek)

•Momo was always your go to whenever you need help with a test and she acts like she's annoyed with it but she genuinely enjoys your company you may the studying sessions fun and interesting for her whenever there's a big test that you forgot to study about all you had to do was go to her dorm and give her the puppy eyes and if she sighs you know that's a instant she then help you study mostly you just copying her notes and make SURE you get a Good grade if not she's gonna make you test the test again untill you get a good grade but outside of studying she spoils you with gifts and more to show off to your other classmates and invites you and the girls for a tea party which ends up quite chaotic

•Jirou was your music bestie you and her trade music Playlists like it's Halloween candy you like cutely but with disturbing music types of songs while jirou like cozy, calm, and peaceful genre but she admits your types of songs are amazing! But you sometimes scare her with your type of music one time she overheard your headphones blasting some sort of innocent cheery music talking about "we'll be together forever!" She thought it was cute so she asked you what song it was and you told her the lyrics and..

"Hey y/n what's the title of that song is sounds catchy?"

"So you became the moon!"

"Awww that's sounds pretty cute whats it about anyways?"

"It's about two kids drowning in a frozen late and they became together in heaven!"

"...you know what that's probably one of the tamest songs you played knowing you I'll take it"

Yea let's just say she was used to your kooky creepy music but she didn't mind, as long as that song slaps she's jamming it with you!

•Bakugo and you were fucking CHAOTIC rivals like yall two would never get along especially when the two of you 1st met you and bakugo would make a competition out of everything to the point he stopped paying attention to izuku at times which he doesn't know if he should be worried for blessed maybe both but the two of you will cause a storm one time yall wanted played Mario party with sero, and sato to see who was the best and it esuclated fast everyone in the class were rooting for you or bakugo even most of class 1b joined in on this making bets and momomeven making merch of this, shit was like a football game but unfortunately it was cut short by a angry aizawa with fuzzy bunny slippers with a hello kitty pajamas (don't even ask) but after thst night the two of you became popular

▪︎ but aside from then bakugo secretly respects you your determination and you wanting to give your all makes him admire that somehow so be bugs you everyday for now on wanting to see that determination again even the rest of the class started to notice and tease him about it which pissed him off

• Izuku isn't at all scared by you but rather is intrigued by your personality and quirk when you 1st introduced yourself he asked alot of questions about you, how your quirk operates, kind of quirk is it, do you drink animal blood-? He wants to know everything and you let him, you and him will chat each other's ears off about your favorite pro hero's and sometimes even go out to hunt for rare hero merch, you even helped izuku by participating in the black Friday event to get a all might themed ice cream maker that he has this day thanks to you if it wasn't for you punching that Karen, he cherished that ice cream maker to this day and even host ice cream parties here and there the two of you basically shared it

• But overall you were their chaotic sibing that are willing to protect, defend, and come to your aid even if it's your fault and out on the battle field you were a beast out there that one time when you, jirou, momo and denki, beat a bunch of villians you didn't know your arm was broken untill you pointed out momo and jirou freaked out while denki ran to get some aid but strangely you weren't bothered by it rather you were joking about it

Momo- "it's ok y/n help it's on the way stay put stay calm"

Jirou - just take deep breaths and count to 10-

"I wonder if I can sling it around will it spin freely"

Both- wtf-

• Yea you were a werid bitch but you were there werid bitch and they wouldn't trade you for the world

[zapreportsblog]

Unveiling Secrets

➥ summary: Class 1A discovers something new about their class president

➥ Tenya Iida x Reader

➥ one shot

Within the bustling halls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A buzzed with activity, a vibrant group of young heroes-in-training. Among them, Tenya Iida stood as a beacon of discipline and focus, always the embodiment of a model student. Yet, unknown to his classmates, his heart held a secret—an unspoken connection that would soon come to light.

The morning sun cast its golden glow through the classroom windows as Class 1-A settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of another day of training and learning. As the room hummed with anticipation, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, surprise etched upon their faces. It was (Y/N), a second-year student, her presence adding an air of intrigue to the room. Tenya, taken aback by her sudden arrival, couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with curiosity, spoke up first. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Iida?"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but he held his composure, his voice steady. "Actually, (Y/N) is my fiancée."

Gasps filled the room as Tenya's revelation sank in. The concept of an arranged marriage within their class seemed almost surreal, yet the truth of their connection began to take shape. The air crackled with a mix of shock, excitement, and a touch of envy.

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet, Iida? And how did your relationship come to be?"

Tenya smiled warmly, his gaze shifting towards (Y/N). "We were paired together since we were children, destined to be married to strengthen the bond between our families. But as we grew older, our feelings blossomed into something deeper. We realized that our connection went beyond duty and tradition. We fell in love."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with awe, couldn't hide her fascination. "That's incredible, Iida. To have a love that's both rooted in tradition and genuine affection—it's truly something special."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Our relationship has been a journey of growth and understanding. We've learned to navigate the expectations placed upon us while honoring our individual desires and aspirations. Together, we support and encourage each other to become the best versions of ourselves."

As the realization settled upon the class, they exchanged glances filled with newfound respect. The concept of love, rooted in tradition yet blossoming with genuine emotion, was a testament to the complexities of the heart. Tenya and (Y/N) showcased a deep understanding and commitment, proving that love could evolve beyond initial circumstances.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with admiration, spoke up. "Iida, you've always been a model of discipline and focus. It's inspiring to see that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, you've found a love that's true to your own hearts."

Tenya nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Kirishima. Our relationship has taught me the importance of staying true to myself while embracing the responsibilities that come with my family's traditions. It's a delicate balance, but (Y/N) has been my rock throughout it all."

The class, their initial shock giving way to understanding and acceptance, shared a collective moment of reflection. They realized that love could take many forms, and Tenya and (Y/N)'s connection was a testament to the depth of emotions that could develop even under the weight of expectations.

As the day progressed, the students of Class 1-A forged a newfound bond of respect for Tenya and (Y/N). They understood that love could be a powerful force, capable of transcending societal norms and traditions. It was a reminder that their own journey of self-discovery included not only becoming heroes but also nurturing the relationships that held importance in their lives.

And so, within the walls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A continued their journey, their hearts enriched by the understanding that love was a vast tapestry of emotions, intertwining duty and genuine affection. As they honed their powers and skills, they also learned the importance of nurturing the bonds that connected them, cherishing the complexity and beauty of love in all its forms.

And in the heart of it all, Tenya and (Y/N) stood as a beacon of hope, demonstrating that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, love could flourish and ignite the brightest flames in their hearts.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their second year at U.A. High School. The vibrant group of aspiring heroes had grown both individually and as a team, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. Amidst this bustling atmosphere, (Y/N) had become a third-year student, poised to embark on her own journey of growth and discovery.

On a bright and bustling day, (Y/N) found herself standing before the classroom where Tenya and his classmates convened. A smile played upon her lips as she clutched a carefully prepared bento, a tangible representation of her enduring love and support for Tenya.

As (Y/N) entered the room, the class turned their attention toward her, their curiosity piqued by her arrival. Tenya, his gaze meeting hers, felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't help but blurt out, "Hey, (Y/N)! It's been a while. What brings you here today?"

(Y/N)'s smile widened as she held up the bento box. "I made this for Tenya. It's a small gesture to show my support and love."

Tenya's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

As Tenya accepted the bento, the class watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. Their intrigue had grown since learning about Tenya and (Y/N)'s arranged marriage, and witnessing the continuation of their traditions was both fascinating and heartwarming.

Mina Ashido, her voice filled with excitement, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tell us, (Y/N), what's it like being in an arranged marriage? How do you navigate the balance between tradition and your own desires?"

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and determination. "It's a journey of self-discovery, Mina. Our arranged marriage has been both a challenge and a gift. We've learned to find our own voices within the framework of our families' expectations. It's about cherishing tradition while staying true to ourselves."

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke up. "It sounds like you both have grown so much. Your love is inspiring, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Love is an ever-evolving journey, Izuku. We're constantly learning, adjusting, and supporting each other through it all. Our shared values and commitment to one another keep us grounded."

As the conversation continued, Class 1-A listened with rapt attention, captivated by (Y/N)'s insights into their unique relationship. They realized that love had no set path, and its manifestations were as diverse as the individuals experiencing it.

Shoto Todoroki, his gaze thoughtful, interjected, "Do you ever feel constrained by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) met Shoto's gaze, her voice tinged with honesty. "At times, it can be challenging, Shoto. There are moments when the weight of tradition feels heavy. But love is about growth, and our relationship has allowed us to redefine our roles, navigate the complexities, and carve our own path within the arrangement."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with admiration, spoke softly. "You both truly embody the spirit of heroes, embracing challenges head-on while remaining true to yourselves."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart warmed by their words. "Thank you, Momo. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves, not just for each other but for the world we wish to protect."

As the classroom settled into a comfortable silence, (Y/N) took her leave, bidding farewell to the class and leaving Tenya with the bento. She left behind a sense of awe and inspiration, her visit a reminder that love could transcend societal expectations and empower individuals to create their own narratives.

Tenya, holding the bento close to his heart, gazed at the doorway, contemplating the love and support he had found in (Y/N). Their bond, forged through tradition and nurtured by their own commitment, had shaped their journey in unexpected and beautiful ways.

Class 1-A, now even more aware of the depth of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love, exchanged glances filled with newfound respect and understanding. They had witnessed firsthand the power of tradition, the beauty of love, and the unbreakable spirit of their classmate.

And as they continued their second year at U.A. High School, the students of Class 1-A carried within them the lessons of (Y/N)'s visit—cherishing tradition while forging their own paths, embracing love in all its forms, and allowing their relationships to shape their journeys as aspiring heroes.

For within the halls of U.A. High School, the heroes of tomorrow learned that strength lay not only in their quirks but also in the love and support they offered one another. With (Y/N) as an emblem of the enduring power of love, Class 1-A embarked on their path, united by bonds that surpassed expectations and embraced the beauty of shared traditions and new beginnings.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their third and final year at U.A. High School. The once-inexperienced heroes had evolved into formidable individuals, their dreams and aspirations within reach. Amidst this season of growth and transition, Tenya and (Y/N) prepared for a momentous occasion—their upcoming wedding.

In the common room of the dorms, a table was adorned with wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and carefully crafted invitations. Tenya and (Y/N) sat side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. They were lost in a world of plans and possibilities, weaving their dreams into reality.

As they pored over the details of their special day, the door swung open, and the members of Class 1-A filed into the room. Surprise filled their eyes as they took in the scene before them—a tableau of love, dedication, and commitment.

Izuku Midoriya, his voice filled with awe, was the first to speak. "Tenya, (Y/N), I didn't realize you were planning your wedding already. Congratulations!"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Midoriya. We've been making preparations over the past few months, taking the time to ensure every detail reflects our shared vision."

Mina Ashido, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Can we help? We'd love to be a part of your special day!"

(Y/N) beamed, her heart touched by the support from their friends. "That would mean the world to us, Mina. We'd be grateful for any assistance you can offer."

As the class gathered around the table, the room filled with excitement and the scent of love in the air. The students eagerly poured over magazines, discussing ideas and sharing their own suggestions.

Ochaco Uraraka, her voice filled with enthusiasm, held up a fabric swatch. "What about this color for the bridesmaid dresses? It would complement the theme so well!"

Tenya and (Y/N) exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude. Their friends' involvement in their special day only deepened their appreciation for the bonds they had formed at U.A. High School.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with determination, chimed in, "We'll make sure your wedding day is as memorable as possible, Iida. We're a team, after all!"

Tenya's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you, Kirishima. Your unwavering support means the world to us. Our wedding day will be a testament to the bonds we've formed at U.A."

As the planning continued, the students of Class 1-A took on various tasks, each contributing their own unique talents. Momo Yaoyorozu lent her keen eye for design, crafting elegant decorations, while Katsuki Bakugo tackled the task of organizing the explosive wedding fireworks.

Days turned into weeks, and the wedding day drew closer. The dorms became a flurry of activity as Class 1-A dedicated themselves to ensuring every detail was perfect.

On the day of the wedding, the air buzzed with anticipation and joy. The U.A. High School campus was adorned with flowers, and the chapel stood as a symbol of love and unity. Class 1-A stood proudly as witnesses and supporters, their hearts filled with love for their dear friends.

As the ceremony commenced, (Y/N) walked down the aisle, her radiant smile capturing Tenya's heart once more. Tenya stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she made her way towards him. Their love shone brightly, a beacon of hope and devotion.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, evoking tears of joy from the gathered friends and family. The couple sealed their union with a kiss, their love celebrated by the cheers and applause of those around them.

As the reception unfolded, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joyous atmosphere. They danced, laughed, and shared heartfelt moments with one another. The bond they had forged over the years had only grown stronger, and the celebration of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love served as a reminder of the power of friendship and unwavering support.

Amidst the festivities, Tenya and (Y/N) took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. They looked out at their friends, their family, and their journey at U.A. High School, overwhelmed with gratitude for the love that surrounded them.

Tenya's voice held a mix of emotion as he whispered, "Thank you, (Y/N). Our love has overcome challenges and surpassed expectations. I am forever grateful for your unwavering support."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "And I, Tenya, am forever grateful for your dedication and the love we share. Our journey has been a testament to the power of love and the strength of our bond."

And so, within the halls of U.A. High School, a love story unfolded, entwined with friendship and support. Class 1-A celebrated the eternal bond between Tenya and (Y/N), a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of shared dreams.

As they danced the night away, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joy of their friends' happiness, knowing that love, unity, and the bonds they had forged at U.A. would forever shape their lives as heroes.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

echoing my song

“Denki.”

“What?”

Kaminari grins at him, so blinding and happy that Tenya almost recoils. “Call me Denki. You’re my tic buddy, right? I know we don’t really know each other well yet, but…” Kaminari puckers his lips as he thinks. “But I feel like I know you, dude. In a way that no one else ever will. And you know me, too.”

It sounds silly, but Tenya doesn’t want to protest.

[or, a celebration & exploration of tourette's syndrome seen through iida, kaminari, & class 1a]

🌾22,120 words | kaminari & iida-centric, ft. class 1a🌾

happy tourette's awareness month!!!

[renshizu]

—𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☆

—renren's masterlist (´υ｀)✧

—class 1a

prologue.

—izuku midoriya (the loml)

—katsuki bakugo

—shoto todoroki

—eijiro kirishima

—denki kaminari

—ochaco uraraka

—hitoshi shinso

—mirio togata

—tamaki amajiki

—all might

—shota aizawa

—present mic

—tomura shigaraki

—touya todoroki (dabi)

—toga himiko

—overhaul

[honey-katsu]

take her to the moon for me - ao3

Part 1 of 2

Part 2 here

Summary:

Aizawa and a few of his students were given a job from the Hero Commission: stop the yakuza group known as the Bulls from selling any more quirk enhancement drugs. It should have been simple. Sneak in, destroy the drugs, and get out before anyone notices.

But of course, things never go as planned.

Warning (for all parts): violence, major character death, grief/mourning, panic attack/flashbacks

note before we begin: i am chickenKatsu on ao3. I do not give anyone the right to repost my work to another platform unless I’m asked then properly credited. Please support me on ao3 if you like it!

This raid had gone terribly awry. Aizawa and a few of his students–Kaminari, Asui, Shinso, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Midoriya, Uraraka, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Tokoyami,–were given a job from the Hero Commission: stop the yakuza group known as the Bulls from selling any more quirk enhancement drugs. It should have been simple. Sneak in, destroy the drugs, and get out before anyone notices. 

When they got to the warehouses they were supposed to destroy, Midoriya had discovered a hidden entrance. It led to a complex underground network of tunnels. From what he could tell, Midoriya assumed these tunnels connected almost every warehouse in the prefecture, making their simple mission impossible. Aizawa and his students were about to leave and report back to the Commission when they were ambushed by yakuza lackeys, forcing them deep into the unknown labyrinth.

Which brought them to their current situation. Battered, bruised, and running on dwindling adrenaline, lost in the Bulls’ tunnels, and facing off against everyone they came across. 

Aizawa’s eyes were extremely dry from overuse, despite the fact that he tried to use his quirk infrequently. Asui’s skin and tongue were also too dry, seeing as her frog quirk required her to always stay moist. Kaminari  had already reached his limit even though he tried to conserve his energy like Midoriya suggested. Todoroki, Kirishima, and Tokoyami were just tired from how long they had been fighting; their quirks placed great strain on their bodies. Shinso’s voice was hoarse and pretty much unusable. Uraraka had thrown up at least 3 times now and seemed like she might do it again soon. Bakugou’s arms were on fire, muscles strained from so many explosions. Midoriya had broken his bones again, but he wasn't the only one; almost everyone had a broken bone or had sustained a major injury somewhere.

And Yaoyorozu… She was a lifesaver. She looked like she was ready to drop at any second, but she was the only reason they had lasted this long. Since they had been down in the yakuza's tunnels, Yaoyorozu had been making support items to ease everyone’s pain: medicine for Uraraka’s stomach, lozenges for Shinso’s strained throat, painkillers for Bakugou’s sore arms, eye drops for Aizawa, and emergency medical supplies for everyone’s injuries. She also created a bucket for Todoroki so he can melt his ice for Asui’s use. Along with the constant outflow of support items, Yaoyorozu also continued to try and make contact with the Hero Commission. After a while, she quit trying, assuming a jamming quirk or how far they were underground was interfering with communications.

The group traveled as quietly as they could, their aching bodies weighing them down like lead. At last, they felt a breeze, the smell of a forest drifting on the faint wind.

However, none of them noticed the villain waiting around the corner. A humongous fist shot out from behind the wall and grabbed the nearest hero. Tokoyami slammed against the wall, cracking it on impact. Dazed, he slid down the wall as the villain removed his hand and stepped into the hall. 

He was a giant, barely fitting in the cramped tunnels. He was as tall as a tower yet had to slouch in the tunnels. Short, white hair covered his muscular body. His sharp horns shone in the dim underground lighting. His cow-like face curved up in a smile. “Master said there were bugs causin’ trouble. Think I found them,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.

Before Aizawa could stop them, Midoriya and Bakugou rushed forward, launching attack after powerful attack. But each kick or explosion irritated their target, unfazed by their efforts.

“Damn flies,” he muttered, squashing Bakugou with the wave of a giant hand. The other caught Midoriya. The reckless kid struggled and squirmed in his grasp like a worm. The villain threw him down on Bakugou, who was just starting to get back up, knocking them to the ground.

Asui quickly lept into action, snatching the two out from under the villain and back to the group. Yaoyorozu and Uraraka immediately assessed their injuries. Tokoyami had started to get back up. He was ready to fight again until he saw the state of his teammates. Their most powerful close-combat fighters were down or unable to fight, leaving him, Todoroki, and Aizawa to face off against the giant.

Kirishima growled and positioned himself between the villain and his classmates, activating his quirk with what little energy he had left. Kaminari hung to the back with Todoroki, ready to protect their friends. It was ill-advised to use their quirks now. Kaminari was too close to his limit and didn't want to electrocute anyone. Todoroki would fight if he absolutely had to. Flames would only fill the hall with smoke, and Yaoyorozu didn't have enough energy left to create masks for everyone. Ice would freeze everyone except him. Or the villain could break it, deadly icicles ready to pierce anyone in their path. Plus, their opponent blocked their only way out.

“I am the Chianina, strongest of the Bulls,” the large villain growled, beating his chest proudly. “Challenge me if you dare!” 

“What now, Aizawa-sensei?” whispered Tokoyami as he carefully rejoined the group. 

Aizawa studied the villain before them. He was sturdy and undoubtedly had the strength to pummel them into dust. His animal-based mutant quirk gave him an advantage in close combat, which wasn’t good for them. Close-combat wasn’t an option, and their only long-range fighters couldn’t utilize their abilities in this enclosed, cramped space. 

“Protect your classmates and escape as soon as you can,” Aizawa said quickly. “I’ll give you an opening.”

“But Sensei--”

Before Tokoyami could protest, Aizawa rushed forward. He nimbly dodged his opponent’s swings, darting around him. He whipped out a knife and sliced his legs, torso, and any other area he could reach. Any time the Chianina tried to attack his students, Aizawa would use his capture weapon to stop him.

Soon, the villain got annoyed. With a roar, he swung. This punch was much faster and stronger than before, so Aizawa didn't have time to avoid the attack. The Chianina’s fist rammed into Aizawa’s face. Pain exploded from his nose and his goggles shattered. 

With a small growl, Aizawa charged again, completely ignoring the pain. Since his quirk wouldn't help against a mutant, he put all his energy into fighting the giant in front of him. However, his attacks weren't as successful as before. The villain had already learned his attack pattern, and Aizawa was easily overpowered. Effortlessly, the Chianina ripped his capture weapon with a swing of his massive horns. He barreled into Aizawa and choke slammed him, pinning him down. The force knocked the knives out of Aizawa’s grasp.

The Chianina laughed triumphantly. “Got you know, little fly.”

“Aizawa-sensei!” cried Midoriya. Before he or any other student of Class 2-A could rush over to help, Aizawa activated his quirk with a glare that said, Move and you’re expelled. He met each and every one of his students’ eyes as his vision began to blur.

Midoriya was barely able to hold back his anger. Uraraka tried to stifle her sobs. Yaoyorozu cried in Todoroki’s arms as he gave a slight nod to his teacher, determination and regret ablaze in his eyes. Kirishima held back a raging Bakugou, struggling to contain his own tears. Kaminari was too shocked to move, squeezing Shinso’s hand as if he were his life line. Shinso trembled, his lips pressed in a grimace of fear and understanding. Asui did her best to keep Tokoyami calm as he grappled with Dark Shadow and his emotions, terrified of what was to come. 

The sound of stampeding footsteps echoed through the halls. The villain smiled, pushing harder on Aizawa. A strangled noise escaped Aizawa’s throat. He clawed at the huge hands around his neck in a futile attempt to free himself.

The giant villain roared with laughter. “You can’t save him now, little heroes. My buddies are coming for me, and they’ll enjoy killing you boys. But not before we have our fun with the girls!” He roared with disgusting  laughter

 “Go!” Aizawa grunted, the wind escaping his lungs and not returning. “Don’t… get caught!”

For a moment, none of his students moved. Todoroki was the first to take action, scooping up Yaoyorozu and sprinting. The second to hop into action was Asui. Taking Tokoyami by the hand, she wrapped her tongue around Kaminari and Shinso and dragged them to the exit. Kirishima effortlessly carried Bakugou, who had stilled at his teacher’s demand, over his shoulder. Uraraka was next, alleviating Asui’s burden by nullifying the gravity of those she carried. She pulled at Midoriya, but he wouldn’t budge. Tears streamed down his freckled cheeks, a mix of emotions swirling in his mind, plans and calculations running through his brain. 

That Problem Child, stubborn as ever. Aizawa glared harder at him. Midoriya flinched a little, eyes fixed on his teacher.

Leave. I’ll catch up, I promise, Aizawa’s gaze said.

That finally got Midoriya to allow himself to be led away by Uraraka. “We’ll be waiting, Aizawa-sensei,” Izuku called, “so make sure you come back, too!”

The villain’s reinforcements arrived just as Class 2-A’s footsteps disappeared. Aizawa couldn’t focus on what was happening anymore. His oxygen-deprived body was numb, yet burned and screamed for air.  Nothing he could do would save him. Both he and his students knew that, yet he was glad they had still listened to him. 

Now that they were safe, Aizawa stopped trying. Every action tired him like he had gone 72 hours with no sleep and no coffee. Instead, he just laid there beneath the villain’s grasp. He couldn’t see anything anymore.

Aizawa could vaguely hear the villains mocking him, but he didn't care. Tears pricked at his eyes, cascading down his cheeks, full of lost warmth and fresh regret. But he couldn’t feel the Chianina’s grip on his throat. He couldn’t feel his aching bones. He couldn’t feel anything but burning desire to win this fight, to leave, to go back to his family.

There was so much he still wanted to do before he died. He wanted to open a cafe with Hizashi when they retired. He wanted to adopt Eri soon, so she could be surrounded by love and cats for the rest of her life. He wanted to help his Problem Child learn how to love himself more. He wanted to do the same for so many of his students... There was still so much he had left to teach his class, still so much he wanted to tell them. But now, Aizawa had run out of time.

Sorry, kids. I don’t think I’m getting out of this. But I’m glad it was me, not you...

----------

Hizashi was worried. It had been hours since Aizawa and a few students of 2-A had left for their mission. He didn't know the details, but he knew 12 fucking hours was way too long. No one had been able to contact them, not even the Hero Commission. Hizashi and the rest of Class 2-A—Iida, Jiro, Koda, Soji, Hagakure, Ashido, Ojiro, Sero, Aoyama, and Sato—had gathered in the dorms. They found little solace in each others’ presence, fretting over their classmates’ and teacher’s safety.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, the missing students stumbling through. Immediately, Hizashi knew something was wrong. His students were beaten, bruised, and absolutely broken. They barely made it through the door before they collapsed into each other’s arms. They were all gasping for air, fatigued and weeping. Even Todoroki and Bakugou were shamelessly crying. Their worried classmates rushed to their sides, relieved they were back.

“We were so worried! No one could contact you for hours!”

“Oh my god, why didn't you guys go to the hospital? Look at you!”

“Thank god you’re back! Where were you?”

“Hey… are you okay?”

Hizashi quickly counted everyone. Kaminari, Asui, Shinso, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Midoriya, Uraraka, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Tokoyami—good, everyone returned. They were safe within the walls of UA… but where was Shota? Where was his husband?

Hizashi didn't want to press the students, seeing as they were exhausted physically and emotionally. But panic began to rise in his chest. Every second that passed when his husband didn't walk through the door filled him with dread. He studied the little heroes, noting every scratch and bandaged wound. Their injuries were serious but not fatal, and Hizashi wondered why Shota hadn’t made them go directly to the hospital.

Midoriya abruptly stood and made his way over to Hizashi, careful not to step on his sobbing teammates. A few watched with concern as he met Hizashi’s eyes with a grim expression on his tear-stained face.

“Present Mic-sensei,” he said quietly. “Aizawa-sensei…”

He struggled to bring himself to speak, but the tears came back in full force. Instead, he reached into his pocket and handed it’s contents to Hizashi.

Shota’s goggles. A few small pieces of it, anyway. 

Hizashi forgot to breathe. He stared at the yellow pieces, cradling them as if they were a fragile child. His husband’s goggles… his husband was okay, right? I mean, this isn't the first time his goggles have been smashed, rationalized Hizashi. Granted, the last time they were broken had been when Oboro...

Died.

“Mic-sensei.” Midoriya’s voice sounded light years away, chattering a mile a minute. “We got trapped in a labyrinth of tunnels that the yakuza used to secretly transport quirk-enhancing drugs and we tried to contact the Commission but communications were jammed so we just had to look for an exit. Then we finally found one and we thought we were finally going to get out of there. We let our guard down. I let my guard down. And we didn't notice a giant villain waiting to ambush us. He was so strong and we were so tired and he had a bull mutant quirk that made him really, really strong. He called himself the Chianina. Aizawa-sensei was forced to confront him to save us but the villain was stronger and we escaped and waited for him but he never caught up like he promised and I—” Midoriya cut himself off, barely able to form coherent words. He took a deep, shaky breath, fighting back another wave of sobs and steeling himself. Sad eyes met unbelieving ones as Hizashi tried his best to hold it together. 

“I’m sorry, Mic-sensei. He’s gone.”

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Befriending the Worse Pt. 3 ✦ 」

↳ Kourina, a fairly new transfer student who attended UA. Fairly quickly, the two of you had started a friendship. It started off quite nicely, the two of you shared many things in common and enjoyed each other's comapany. Until a few weeks pass—the friendship takes a turn and became-well, more like a one sided friendship..

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How wrong you were,

Kourina did in fact not change.

She humiliated you, in front of everybody.

It was supposed to be a fun little trip with your class to the mall though Kourina just had to tag along with you.

It was going so well. The class had split up into small random groups, deciding a meeting spot and time beforehand; the fountain. Unfortunately you were standing too close when it happend.

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"I'm so relieved I was able to get a hold of the new manga!" Uraraka exclaimed, smiling brightly with joy as she fan-girled over her new buys. "Say, what did you buy L/N?" Denki chimed in, curiosity intriguing the boy.

"I was able to snag the last limited edition resin keyboard~" You hummed proudly as Denki gasped, his jaw dropping, "seriously!? The one that has custom keyboard sounds and extra silk padding!?" You nodded, "and extra light patterns and as well beautiful design." You smirked, Denki's jaw dropping even more.

"You guys talking about the new limited resin keyboard?" Kirishima chimed in along with Sero. Both and you and Denki nodded. "Yeah! And L/N managed to grab one!" He exclaimed, making both heir faces drop. "Sheesh, isn't it like $450?" Kirishima commented, his face plastered with awe and concern for you wallet. "Dude, $450 for a keyboard with that, with SILK, might I add, that's a huge steal!" Sero commented, stepping in your defense as you nodded. "Plus, i've saved up for months for this thing, plus like Sero said, worth it~! And it comes in a fancy packaging~" You grinned, showing a peep of the fancy black boxing with embroidered gold designs, making the three plus some on the side awe and glow.

"Sorry we're a bit behind!"

Some of your classmates turned towards the voice, spotting Tsuyu, Mina, Hagakure and Kourina, all of them carrying a few bags, some more than others. Mina (we don't judge tho)

"It's not a problem, most just arrived here." Midoriya commented, as Mina sighed in relief.

Kourina looked over to find you and easily did though you were busy talking with Denki, Kiri and Sero.

She frowned at the scene.

Straying from her group she made her way over to you. "Hey N/n~!" She greeted with enthusiasm.

Uraraka sweat dropped with a uncomfortable smile while Denki and Kiri looked over to the new voice, the electricity quirk user frowned a bit as your guys' chat was interrupted.

"Oh hey Kourina! Welcome to the club!" You smiled softly. You normally wouldn't be this...expressive but you were too excited about your new buy.

"Ohhh~ Whats that?" She asked, pointing to your bag with her free hand. You grinned, "the new limited resin keyboard!"

Kourina's face dropped as she looked at you and the bag. "How did you manage to get a hold of it!?" She asked, making her ways towards you and in the process ended up pushing some people.

Denki, Kiri and Sero all sorta cringed at her behavior, Uraraka glancing worryingly towards the three who returned the look.

"Lots of saving up and google-searching." You answered, grimacing at those times you stayed up until 2 in the morning researching on where and how to buy the thing. (the majority of the time just drooling over the ads of the keyboard)

As the five of you talked, Denki excused himself for a few, needing to use the restroom. "So Kourina, did you get anything?" You asked, seeing a few bags in her hands. She huffed, "yeah, a few clothes and other stuff, nothing too special like your keyboard." She sighed with a small smile.

"Oh! L/N!" You looked over, seeing Midoriya coming over to you. You waved over to him. "Here, you said you were starting a collection so Bakugo, Todoroki and I had got you something to add to it." He spoke shyly, a small hue of pink spreading across his cheeks as he opened his hand to reveal a small keychain.

Your eyes shimmered in awe at the small trinket, picking it up delicately from him hands. "It..it might not be much but.." "It's perfect." You shook your head, a smile gracing your face as you looked at the keychain with a fuzzy feeling. "Thank you."

Midoriya stuttered out a small 'your welcome'.

You swore you could've heard a small growl next to you but you brushed it off.

The moment was cut short as you saw Denki coming back.

"Sorry, hope you guys didn't miss me too much." He grinned, approaching the group.

Kourina shook her head with a small smile, "not at all." She smirked going to stand next to him.

You were a bit confused but let it go nonetheless, that was until you heard a noise and then a harsh bump into you.

Time seemed to slow down as the others could only watch the scene unfold, not having any time to react as the next the next thing you knew, you were cold. You could hear gasps surrounding you as well as mutters.

You looked around to see you were half sat in the fountain and drenched in it's waters, your legs dangling at the edged.

Denki stuttered numerous of apologies in panic, looking like he was about to lose his head.

You quickly whipped your head to the side, your eyes widening in horror to see your bag was underneath the liquid surface. Your gaze quickly skimmed to your surroundings, seeing some bystanders looking at the scene—looking at you, laughing.

Your breath pickened up, Kiri and Midoriya quickly rushed to your aid, not minding if they got their shoes drenched as they pulled you up.

Kourina looked at you with sympathy, but you could tell something was up.

"Shit L/N, i'm so sorry! I d-didn't know what happened, fuck, i'm sorry!" Denki apologized. You shook your head. "It was an accident, it wasn't your fault." You mumbled out, small tears starting to blur your vision.

You found the floor much more interesting, not daring to look up at any of your classmates, afraid of the looks you'd see.

Midoriya's brows furrowed when he saw your soaked bag, his eyes widening when he realized what was inside. He was about to say something but you gave out a shaky sigh. "I..I just want to go back. I'll meet you guys at the dorm." Your voice cracked as you hiccuped, speed walking away from the group.

You felt every emotion crash down onto you. You felt pathetic and embarrassed, not only did you fall into a fountain in public, but you also fell in front of your classmates—your friends, and to add on, you took down your prized possession with you, the thing you've been saving months for, the thing you had waited for ever since it's release.

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Here you were, laying on your dorm floor, your eyes puffy and red. On your desk was the damaged keyboard.

As soon as you made it back, you had checked up on the precious thing to make it it hadn't taken any damage, though unfortunately, your heart dropped as you found that some water had managed to leak through the cracks of the box and plastic and to the keyboard; ultimately ruining it's circuits.

You groaned, hearing a small ding from your phone. Reluctantly, you used the little energy you had and reached towards it, successfully grabbing it. You hissed as the bright illuminating screen blinded you. You quickly turned down the brightness before checking notifications.

There were many texts from a few of your classmates, you'd guess to check up on you, then there was one from Kourina.

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K: Hey, are you okay? You fell pretty rough into the fountain.

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You furrowed your brows, quickly writing a response but hesitated on the send..

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K: Hey, are you okay? You fell pretty rough into the fountain.

You: i'm alright I think

My keyboard is damaged beyond repair though :/

K: Damn, sorry that had happened, I don't know what Kaminari tripped on- it was a pretty bad sight.

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Your eyes squinted, rereading the message. It felt..off?

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You: First name basis already? And what do you mean tripped?

K: Something like that yeah and he tripped, idk how to say it lol

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You contemplated whether you should double check or not. Your friendship was on thin ice already, this question could be the fall of it.

You hesitantly types a prompt, your finger hovering the button.

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You: I don't want to sound...judgmental but weren't you next to Denki earlier, before the accident?

K: What are you implying? :/

You: Well, I just wanted to make sure

K: Are you serious right now? You really think I pushed him?

Tripped^

You: I didn't say anything about pushing? And why are you getting defensive all the sudden?

K: Because your accusing me of something I didn't do???

You: I didn't accuse you, just asked a simple question

K: ...You're joking..

You think just because of my placement in standing, you think i'd do something like that? That's really fucking low and shitty of you..

You: I wasn't accusing, only asking as it was ironic how just when you moved he tripped

K: What the hell? You know friends don't do this to each other? This is upsetting and just uncalled for.

You: Friends don't try to embarrass each other for attention and laughs from others

You told a lot of people about things that I wish weren't shared??

K: You can't seriously take a joke? They weren't even that bad, god your such a fucking cry baby, I can't understand how you got in class 1-A, not even, I can't understand how you got into UA in the first place.

You: Okay what the fuck? Have you seen yourself? When you don't get enough attention you literally start whining like a dog, you're so attention-deprived that you put others down just to make up for the fact you can't get attention at home. If I recalled, I made a simple joke about your grades being lower than some girls music career and you cried a water fountain like boohoo, womp to the fucking womp.

And don't even, the reason you didn't get into the hero course was because your hole is bigger than your brain. You don't take the class, hell, even with your recent studies you don't take any of it seriously. You literally made me do your homework for you?? The only reason your even in UA is because of your father's business that he bribed the school with.

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(I hope those text were good..)

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Your breathes were rigid, the temperature feeling much hotter. You groaned, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

You threw your phone to the other room in hopes it would release some type of anger; it didn't.

You looked at your small alarm clock, it was already dinner. You didn't feel hungry in the slightest though.

Tired of society, you begrudgingly crawled into your bed and let the world of unconsciousness consume you.

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A/N: sheesh that was long. I really hope those texts weren't too awkward or cringe.

[st4rlightisa]

❝ strawberry cheesecake ❞

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﹟: bakugo katsuki x fem! reader

🍨: daydreams about the blonde boy you met at the summer festival have consumed you for weeks. never once did you imagine he’d waltz into your ice cream parlor with all the arrogance in the world, and seemingly no memory of you. who knew he had an uncontrollable sweet tooth?

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a/n🪽: omg my first fic! if bakugo is a bit ooc i apologize, it’s been a minute since i’ve watched the show!! and if i’ve missed anything with the tags pls lmk! enjoy and comment what you think!!

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و with love, isa

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it was summer time when you’d first met him.

the evening air was sticky, full of laughter and deep fried sweets. festival games, music, and fireworks that had just begun. with friends, you walked under the stars, not expecting the night to take you where it did.

somehow without realizing it, you stood next to the glittering lake, him in front of you. and his blonde hair illuminated in the warm lanterns.

you’d unintentionally walked away from your friends. all because of the way the moonlight hit the water, you just had to get a picture. but you weren’t expecting him to be there, a scowl on his face. and in his hands, he held a chocolate brown stuffed bunny with a light pink ribbon tied around its neck. the same one you’d been eyeing when you first arrived at the festival, the one you begged your friends to try and win for you since you weren’t really good at festival games.

he said nothing as he held the bunny out to you that night, and only grunted with annoyance when you stared at him. and once you’d realized he was trying to give it to you, you wondered why. but there was no chance to ask his reasoning before he walked away without a word.

the memories came back once you’d seen him for a second time. a saturday evening. the weeks of the summer had slowly passed by, and the heat was seemingly at its peak.

the ‘little angels ice cream parlor’ was an establishment surrounded by blush pink walls and tables in shades of cream. the doors were painted in a bright cornflower blue, with crimson hearts and baby angel drawings on its center. with the way the blonde boy scowled at everything, the skull in the center of his black shirt, it looked like he didn’t belong there. yet there he was, staring right at you with a face that was hard to read.

there was an amber and scarlet sunset painted in the sky, you could see it when you glanced out one of the many windows. you couldn’t keep your eyes focused when you were nervous, and that was why you were able to so easily describe the shades of the outdoors, instead of focusing on the customer in front of you. there really wasn’t much of an excuse for your actions, it was just the two of you inside, yet you found the air in the room suddenly suffocating.

you decided that it was in your best interest to remain a level of professionalism….once you got your heart rate under control.

“uh, what can i get for you?” there was an attempt to make your voice sound as sweet as possible, though it only ended up sounding small and unsure, which you hated.

his voice was rough when he responded back to you.

“i want my usual.”

you felt your heart drop past your feet. the word “usual” deeply scared you, as a new employee. you had only started working at the small ice cream shop a few days ago. would it be worth the risk of your reputation by admitting you don’t know him or his usual? (you wanted to seem like you knew what you were doing) or was it not worth that much thought as he was only a customer? a person like you were. you didn’t have much of a choice as you couldn’t just assume what his usual was.

“i’m sorry sir, but ahem — ” you cleared your throat, your mouth suddenly dry.

“i’m… not aware of your usual.”

should you tell him that you just started working here? you decided that the answer was yes.

“i just started working here only a few days — ”

he groaned before you could even finish your sentence.

“strawberry cheesecake, two scoops, caramel drizzle, sprinkles, in a cup.” he gruffed out the words like they were the most obvious thing in the world, shoving his hands in his pockets, and making you feel more and more like an idiot.

“right. and your name?”

he looked at you confused.

“fuck you need my name for?”

your hands began to sweat and your body naturally started to shift weight between both feet. does he normally have this ability to make people nervous? like they’re always saying something wrong? or was it just you?

you adjusted your apron that was suddenly too tight before you spoke again.

“its just policy.” and in truth it was. it was an easy way to remember an order when a lot of customers filled the shop. except that this time, it was just you and him. and you really only wanted to know his name, to hear what it sounded like when he said it. maybe you’d say it back.

another groan before he spoke, he did that a lot you realized. “bakugo katsuki.”

but then you couldn’t help your smile, and you could have sworn you saw his lips twitch and a pink hue appear on his ears. or maybe you were imagining things.

“alright. thanks, bakugo.” you grabbed the blue and pale yellow ice cream cup along with a black marker, beginning to write his name.

you wondered if you shouldn’t have said his name as sweetly as you did, finally gaining some confidence after noticing what you wanted to believe was a blush. though you couldn’t help yourself. there was a desire in you to tell him that you thought he was cute, or that you wanted his number, or that you’d want to hang out, or all of the above. but to do it in working hours would be strange for you. maybe if you were to see him at another moment in another setting, you’d have the ability to say what you felt. however, it wouldn’t be today.

you handed his ice cream to him once you’d finished preparing it and ringing up his order. you smiled again, trying to find his eyes and fill the air in the room with politeness. though the effect was not what you expected. he only scowled as he looked down at you. as if each minute that passed caused him to grow more and more annoyed with you, and you couldn’t explain why.

a beat of silence before anyone said or did anything.

he blinked at you and his eyes held such sharpness. but in an instant you detected the pink you’d previously noticed on his ears, spreading down to his cheeks. like he was embarrassed about something you had no in on.

he sighed. a small “thanks” and he was walking out the door. would this be the last time you’d ever see him? would your childhood dreams of summer romance never come true because you were letting this one cute guy who gave you a stuffed animal weeks ago walk away?

you couldn’t stop yourself before you spoke again.

“uh, wait!” you called after him and he paused, his hand firm on the door handle.

there was a part of you that desperately wanted to know if he remembered you from that day in the early summer. to know if he thought of you even when he wasn’t trying to, like you did with him. even if the interaction was fleeting, could there be a chance for you and him to get to know one another more?

but of course, you didn’t say any of this. suddenly becoming hyper aware of your own thoughts, and you realized how silly you sounded. the moments were passing by and now you had to save yourself because he was staring you down, waiting for some sort of answer.

“ um, get home safe…it’ll be dark soon.”

he fully turned around at that, taking you in and you wanted to shrink back into yourself. maybe that wasn’t as good of a save as you thought it was.

a look up and down, and up and down again. he grunted before saying “yeah, back at you.” before leaving the shop. there was a glance at your frame from the outside of the building, once, twice, and then you couldn’t see him anymore.

you’d noticed how the sunset turned from a scarlet color to shades of an early blue, the dark almost fully engulfing the sky. and looking down at your tiny watch, you realized that the shop was supposed to have closed five minutes ago.

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the third time you saw him was once again in the ice cream shop, though this time the air wasn’t as tight and the day wasn’t fading into night.

it was a particularly warm afternoon with a breeze that only came every five minutes or so. there were only two other people in the shop, a couple. enjoying their ice cream and talking about their day in the far right corner of the building. and you were the only one working again.

bakugo katsuki walked in with the same arrogant attitude as before, scanning the room like he owned the place, before his eyes finally settled on you.

a rush of nervous energy coursed through your veins. you set your eyes on him and gave the same warm smile you gave to many other customers. an attempt to keep your cool this time around.

it was the same routine as the time before. but today, you had more words at your disposal and there was a normal amount of confidence that never left you. this time you allowed yourself to appear like you could actually function like a normal person.

“let me guess. your usual right?” you lightly teased as you grabbed the shop’s signature ice cream cup and the caramel drizzle from the red cabinet behind you. and you decided that today would be a much better conversation.

he rolled his eyes and nodded.

“tch, yeah.”

you came to the conclusion that he wasn’t much of a conversationalist. but that was fine, you’d make this work one way or another.

you moved to scoop the ice cream from its tub in the freezer when you noticed his silver necklace similar to that of a dog tag. it wasn’t much but it could be a point of conversation if you played your cards right.

a beat before you spoke. “i like your necklace.”

you’re drizzling the caramel over the two scoops of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, then lightly throwing the sprinkles on top of it all.

he looked back at you, a bit confused, with that familiar pink spreading across his face. he looked as if he didn’t really know what to say, so he only replied with a simple: “uh, thanks.”

all you could do was nod your head and smile. and you smiled even wider when an idea popped into your head.

“do you like strawberries bakugo?”

“what?” he was confused now and he had no intention of hiding that fact.

“do you…like strawberries?” you asked again, hands innocently clasped behind your back. you searched his eyes for an answer he had yet to tell you. and there was a short pass of seconds before he spoke.

“i guess.” he couldn’t look at you for very long today.

but that was the only answer you needed before you walked to the farthest left side of the counter to open the small refrigerator full of fruits and other things needed to make the ice cream even sweeter. with an almost elegance, you plucked two of the pre-sliced berries and stuck them on the side of his desert. you were proud of your work, and hoped your addition to his ice cream would mean something to him.

“this gonna be extra?” he looked the desert up and down, and then you. you didn’t want to freak yourself out but it felt as if he was staring at the bottom half of your face a bit longer than socially acceptable.

his expression only made you smile. and you realized that there was something about his gruffness that you found….charming.

“no no! it’s the same price, i just thought you’d enjoy something special.” a smile on your face and he looks surprised. no longer angry or annoyed. maybe this was a start?

“that’s nice…i guess.”

that was the last thing he said before he walked out the shop. and you hated to turn a situation into something bigger than it was, but when you saw him eat the strawberries before anything else on his desert, you couldn’t help but find it meaningful.

this steady routine the two of you created, continued for the next couple of weeks.

a thursday afternoon. the blonde made his entrance. the same order, though this time he asked for the little strawberries again. a small joke from you, and a short puff of air from him. a glance that lasted a bit too long. and he was gone.

the next evening, friday. there’s more people today and your coworkers are here now. though you find yourself wishing for more alone time with him.

you made a comment on how the amber on his shirt matched the amber in his eyes. and you thought maybe he liked the compliment, because the fleeting smirk he gave you carved itself into your memory.

each day you found yourself growing and feeling closer to him. even though the interactions were far and few in between, they lasted a little longer during the passing moments. you’d make a joke, and he’d roll his eyes and smile a little. he’d inquire about where you went to school and why you were “always in the same damn ice cream shop,” as if he wasn’t always here either. it was nice to be let in on the small details about him. yet you still couldn’t let go of that one summer evening. that small stuffed bunny. you wondered if it was really just another day to him. should you let go of those thoughts like he clearly has?

you couldn’t help but ponder your feelings as you walked through the local street market. on yet another saturday.

it was the time of day where the sun and moon both stood in the same sky, and the early shades of blue faded to something deeper. there was a certain familiarity in the air that made you feel at home.

your mission at the market was simple. you’d only come to buy your favorite brand of cinnamon swirl cookies to replace your now empty stash at home.

it was all going according to plan at first.

you made your way through the crowds of people, eventually finding the stand of sweets run by the small old woman you’d come to befriend. buying your cookies and going on about your evening was the goal. until you bumped into something.

someone rather.

there was a grunt that was all too familiar.

“watch where you’re — oh.”

you looked up to see the same blonde you’d grown close to as the days went by. wearing the same rough scowl and silver necklace. with eyes that seemed to glow in the red lanterns of the market.

you looked up to see the same blonde you’d grown close to as the days went by. wearing the same rough scowl and silver necklace. with eyes that seemed to glow in the red lanterns of the market.

it was silent for a few moments. both of you taking in the sight in front of you.

a deep inhale, and you smiled.

“hi bakugo.”

he didn’t say anything.

“uh….what are you doing here?” you spoke again.

he wasn’t normally this type of quiet. it was usually the silence that indicated the other person was fed up with you, but this kind made it seem like he was caught off guard. like he wasn’t sure of what to say next.

but he managed to come up with something.

“spices.”

“what?”

“i’m getting spices.” he held up his paper bag to show you.

a silence again but this time it didn’t last as long.

“spices….do you like to cook bakugo?” you didn’t even notice, but somehow you ended up mindlessly following him to wherever it was he was going. so lost in his words and the way he carried himself.

“yeah i do. somethin’ wrong with that?” his strangely endearing aggression showed its face again, and you could only giggle. after interacting with him for all of this time you’d learn to not take him too seriously.

“no not at all i think it’s great! i’ve always wanted to learn how to cook, i’m not very good at it.”

he laughed at you then.

“everyone knows how to cook.”

“i don’t!” you couldn’t help but laugh as he laughed at you.

“that’s embarrassing. it’s a basic life skill, you should learn how to do that idiot.” he spoke with an almost playful air, absentmindedly guiding you through the crowd of people with a hand on the small of your back. it only lasted for a few seconds but to you it felt like forever.

this was the first time that conversation seemed to flow between the two of you. at the shop your words never extended past a compliment from you and a weird look from him. though today, this lucky moment, you could talk about anything. how he learned to cook, how you preferred the sunrise to the sunset, and the things that scared you as a child. all things he called stupid, as if he’d never had any childhood fears.

this bonding moment filled you up with something that was hard to describe, but lit up your skin and made your face feel like it was on fire.

a small beaded keychain caught your attention during a pause in your conversation.

it was a dainty thing. a silver chain with bright pink beads and a lotus flower dangling from the end. you couldn’t help but gravitate towards it, leaving bakugo’s side.

“oh how cute!” you smiled, grabbing it off of its hook and holding it against the night sky.

you looked up at the young man running the booth full of other keychains and trinkets. he stood there, chewing bright orange gum and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“how much?”

he seemed to not hear you, or maybe he didn’t care.

“uh excuse me? how much — ”

“hey! how much for the keychain dumbass.”

bakugo came to stand next to you, arms across his chest. the power in his voice was enough to cause the booth clerk to look up from his phone and immediately snap back into a sense of professionalism once he saw the expression on the angry blondes face.

with a slight quiver in his voice he told you the price.

but before you could even reach for your wallet bakugo was placing the small keychain in your hand, tucking the receipt in his pocket and swiftly walking away from you and the booth.

dumbfounded, you nodded a quick thank you to the booth owner, and raced to catch up with the boy. his hands were in his pockets again and for some reason he seemed to find the ground below him so interesting.

“hey! you didn’t need to — ”

“shut it.”

the way he’d acted now reminded you of the way he’d acted then, earlier in the summer when the heat was more unbearable than it was now. in front of the lake surrounded by moonlight, he’d done something similar, given you something you’d wanted without even asking him, and with little explanation. this unspoken sense of, kindness, interested you. and even though the moment you had now was nice and you wanted to enjoy it, to enjoy whatever energy he was giving you, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking the question that had been on your mind for weeks.

“how did you know i wanted that bunny at the festival, and why’d you give it to me?” your hands were clasped behind your back as you left the market. slowly making your way to the sidewalk, and then crossing the street to your quiet neighborhood.

he didn’t say anything for a while and you wondered if you ruined the mood by asking that. maybe he truly had forgotten, and your fixation made you look like a fool.

you were about to apologize for saying anything when he spoke up.

“i….overheard you.”

you weren’t sure what to say so you stayed silent, never taking your eyes off of the side of his face.

“my idiot friends challenged me to some dumb carnival game that i wasn’t even gonna play, when i heard you. you kept going on and on about how cute it was. you seemed to really want the damn bunny, so i thought i’d win it…..i don’t know why i did it, but i did.”

he looked at you so sincerely then that you’d wondered why he put up such a rough demeanor. his actions were so kind, even when he didn’t know you, and that itself was admirable. he did it for you just because he felt like it, not because you ever asked him to.

“that’s…really sweet. thank you.” you leaned your head a bit to try and catch his eye but he wasn’t having it. your favorite shade of pink appeared on his skin once more.

“don’t let it inflate your ego or whatever.”

you nodded and hummed in agreement, as if to say it won’t.

“but uh….you’re welcome.”

a smile from you, and he kicked a stray rock into a bush. back into your normal routine.

a comfortable silence had made its way between you two for the rest of your walk. every so often the scent of his spices and your cinnamon cookies would waft into your nose. and you’d blink up to the sky and wonder how many twinkling stars you could spot tonight. it was peaceful.

before you knew it you were in front of your house and realizing that bakugo had walked you all this way. once again doing something without you ever asking him to.

you walked up, two, three steps to your door before you turned to fully face him. taking in the way he looked under the light of your porch. almost soft.

“thank you for the keychain. and for walking me home. it was a nice time.”

a beat of silence.

“yeah whatever.”

neither of you knew what to do for the next few moments. there were words and thoughts and notions begging to spill from your lips as a byproduct of all your excitement, but you willed yourself not to say anything.

“well, uh, i’m gonna go inside now. see you around.”

a hand on the door and a slight creak before he called out:

“hold on.”

you turned to find his phone held in front of you, with a screen showing an empty space for you to put your phone number on the blank line.

you giggled before taking it from him, inputting the digits with shaking, giddy fingers.

but he wasn’t done.

he made a motion that signaled he wanted your phone as well, and who were you to stop yourself from giving it to him?

after the interaction, you looked down to see he’d saved himself as KATSUKI in all caps. and soon thereafter he turned his phone towards you to show you the name he’d given you.

weird strawberry cheesecake girl.

how oddly fitting.

“you can go inside now.” was all he said before he was walking down the steps of your porch and back to the crackly sidewalk, only looking back at you once. and that alone made you laugh. how seriously he took himself was beyond understanding to you, yet it never failed to make you laugh.

you were inside and in your bed when you’d received a message from him, only 10 minutes after he’d left you on your doorstep with a twist in your stomach and a flutter in your lungs.

“meet me at the lake tomorrow. we’re getting ice cream.”

[jomamaofficial]

Not sure if u do all Mha characters but could u do an all might angst of him having a daughter he doesn’t pay attention much too?

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Anon, I’m not going to lie, when I first read this request, I was like ehh… idk if I’ll enjoy writing that. And then I actually sit down and write it, and I’m like, WHAT IN THE WORLD, WHY AM I SO INVESTED IN THIS. So anon, you are a genius and you made my day with this request <3. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. TW: Mentions of blood. Masterlist  Edit: Part 2 Word Count: 3548. Summary: Adopted by All Might at the age of five, Toshinori Y/N was being trained to become the ninth user of One For All. With the quirk Element which gave you the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth, you were set for victory in the hero-society. However, after your quirk was stolen, your path led astray, the clear neglect was getting obvious, day by day, as your father found a new student to mentor. 

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The phone didn’t even ring for a second and he had already picked it up. 

“Y/N, my child, could you get the door? Midoriya-Shounen has come to visit.”

Silently, you obeyed your father as you promptly left your work. 

Midoriya Izuku. It was a popular name in the Toshinori household. His name managed to sneak into every dinner conversation, and every evening walk.

And now, he was just outside the door, seconds away from intruding your peace.  

You released a breath, fingers on the door handle. Your shoulders dropped down low and you straightened your spine, standing an inch or two taller. 

It was finally time to meet him. 

So with your best rehearsed smile that still didn’t reach your eyes, and your well rehearsed speech playing continuously in your suffocating mind, you opened the door. 

A bouquet of flowers and an earnest grin– this was the first time you met Midoriya Izuku. 

A few seconds passed as both of you stood still, your throat running slightly dry as you saw confusion build up in the young man’s face. 

“Um”, he took a gulp and stepped back. “I’m looking for the Toshinori household…?” 

You blinked at him before clearing your throat. 

“Yeah, you’re at th- um, yeah this is- I mean, I am-”

“Midoriya-Shounen!”

A loud and hearty voice greeted the young boy with a warm hug, apron on, spatula in one hand. You winced as you rubbed the shoulder your father swiftly brushed past. 

You pressed your lips together as you stood beside the embracing pair, hands behind your back as you hid them further into your sweater. 

“Five minutes early as always, my boy! Come on in!”

With an excited nod, the boy stepped inside the house, slipping his shoes off into the side of the genkan before following your father into the living room.

Unspoken words remained discarded in your mouth. 

And they led, and you followed. 

“You have a lovely house, All Might! I was really afraid I was going to run late. I had a bit of a heart attack when someone else opened the door… I thought I took down the wrong address, my mother told me it would happen but I was so surprised that I didn’t even think to confirm it beforehand or anything and it was so-”

“Midoriya-Shounen, please. Relax,” Toshinori chuckled, resting his hand on the worried boy’s shoulders. “You are here now. Please, sit down.”

Midoriya ran his hand to the back of his hair, sheepishly rubbing it as he took a seat across from you. His cheeks became flushed as his fingers adjusted the neck of his sweater. 

Toshinori rushed into the kitchen without another word, grabbing a plate of meticulously placed mochi in one hand, and a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of water in the other. 

Midoriya immediately got up as he saw his mentor struggle through the narrow doorway, extending his arms to take the tray from him. 

They set the delicacies on the glass table, and without being told, Midoriya placed three coasters that were piled on the side of the table. His nimble hands made quick work of removing the glasses and pitcher from the tray. 

“Always a step ahead, my son!” Toshinori commended with a proud grin that stretched across his tired face. 

You moved to the side to make space for your father, tensing your legs so you could cramp yourself in the tiny corner of your tiny sofa. 

‘My son’. 

You watched as your father approached you, a glass of water in hand. Your eyes brightened. 

But your fingers barely brushed the cold glass before your father walked past you. 

The loud shut of the door shut the sparkle in your gaze and your jaw seized as you observed Midoriya, who moved to the side for your father who sat in the remaining space.  

Your hands immediately guarded the sliver of your exposed neck, the pads of your finger rubbing against your collarbone. 

Their lengthy conversation bled into a distance, and like a required prop, you just sat in the corner, spacing out onto the clear surface of the table that stood in between, dividing the pride and the disappointment. 

Your lips became dry as the shallow inhales and exhales latched onto the chapped skin of your lips. 

Water. 

You needed water.

But the only glasses in the room glared back at you, half-empty. 

“Oh, I’m sorry… Did I take your glass by mistake?” 

Midoriya caught on quickly, his eyebrows furrowing apologetically. 

You opened your mouth, drawing a breath in until-

“Fret not Midoriya-Shounen, the glass was yours. I must have forgotten to bring the third glass, there wasn’t enough space on the tray, you see.”

Your father had responded once again. And your unspoken words were discarded before they could even be said. 

“Y/N, go get yourself a glass, if you please. And on your way, maybe refill the jug too?” 

Midoriya stood up with the jug in his hand, “allow me to help you Toshinori-san!”

“Ah nonsense, she can do it herself, my son.” 

Placing a hand on his shoulder, your father sat Midoriya back down. “We don’t need to ruin the flow of our conversation, young man! We have much to speak about.” 

Midoriya tensed his brows as his gaze lowered. But in the end, with a curt nod, he settled into the comfort of his seat and the jug was placed back on the coaster. 

Hours passed. Evening twilight wound into night darkness. The bags under Toshinori’s eyes held greater weight, yet his dark vacant eyes held the reflection of the green-haired man in front of him, gleaming in a halo of pride.

It wasn’t until Toshinori’s lungs gave way to a bloody cough that the pair realised that the jug was empty. 

It wasn’t until the pair halted their conversation, glasses in hand, that they realised that the sofa in front of them was empty.

-

After the last few finishing touches, you stepped back with a breath of relief; your aching hips required some support from your hands, but the corners of your mouth twitched. 

An infectious pride was blooming in the depths of your chest, painting a ray of sunshine onto your cloudy face. The apples of your cheeks, full and bare; the crinkle of your eye, unfamiliar but genuine. You held your chin up high with your sleeves rolled to your elbows. 

“It looks amazing, Y/N-chan!”

You basked in the sonorous sound of your supervisor, who had just stepped besides you. 

“This is revolutionary, Y/N-chan, it truly is… I expected one or two sketch designs, but you… I have no words for how proud I am…” 

Your lips turned upwards as you met your supervisor’s eyes, beaming her a wide grin before turning back to your exhibition where before you, set delicately, was the accumulation of two years of hard work. 

Five scaled down prototypes of iron suits were set on display– standing tall and noble.  Each suit was paired with leaflets in their respective stands, with a bold font printed across the face: ‘The Iron Suit and the Quirkless Hero’. 

“I couldn’t afford any mistakes sensei… I just couldn’t. This was my dream. It’s been my dream since I was a child...”

And your inner child couldn’t let it go. 

So you grabbed her tiny hand, and pulled her far away from her sorrows, protecting her, nourishing her. 

The manifestation of the first quirk was regarded as a mystical phenomena; straight out of a sci-fi movie. But as time passed, quirk manifestations spread into common reality. ‘Professional Heroes’– a profession that would have garnered snickers and laughs a century ago, became the most sought after job globally. As the occurrence of a quirk grew, the government instilled quirk academies to scout the best and strongest quirk. Businesses began funding them when the first few heroes were churned out, and so the race to become the number one hero began from age five for many families. 

Like all races, it was a test of strength, endurance, and resilience. It wasn’t for the faint of heart, and only the most courageous could join it. 

But there were some who just couldn’t join the race? Not because they didn’t want to, no. But because they didn’t even have the legs to reach the starting line. 

Toshinori Y/N was adopted by Toshinori Yagi at the age of five. And already, by such a young age, you were sprinting far far ahead. 

Your quirk was Element– the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. Your father watched as he created the most powerful vessel for his ultimate goal: to turn his daughter into the ninth user of One For All. 

You had the motivation, you had the strength.

You were thrown head-first into the twisted fate of hero society where nothing could bring greater joy than breaking yourself in the name of progress. 

Hero society was a place where the pain of training was the sweetness of improvement, and the scars and fractures were the evidence of determination. 

So one fateful day as all good things came to an end, you were walking back home, hair pulled back in two pigtails with a kitty lunchbox in one hand. A bag way too big hung on your ten-year-old shoulders, and your quirk was ripped away, gone forever.

The planes of the neighbourhood harboured pained screams of a disturbed soul that haunted every passing parent for the next two months. 

Your legs were torn away in the middle of the race. And all you could do was stare at the passersby who mocked you as you tried to contain your spilling blood in order to survive. 

Your smile faded and the storm had returned. Your memories were a recurring nightmare. 

And you couldn’t wake up from them. 

“Your father will be so, so proud of you, Toshinori-san.”

“Mmm…”

You pressed your lips together, lowering your eyes. 

“I know he’ll be proud of you.”

You felt her comforting hand squeeze yours. 

“Yes, sensei. He will be.”

-

Hours went past since your exhibition started. Countless people and countless pats on the back. It was a haze. 

“Your call has been forwarded to the automated messaging sys-”

“For god’s sake.” 

You cut the phone. 

The lines on your forehead deepened as the number of missed calls grew. 

Where was he? 

Mentally, you replayed this morning’s conversation with your father. You had vividly remembered that you told him three times: “my exhibition is at five, dad. Please don’t be late.”

You had set alarms on his phone with small reminders attached to them: one at 4:00 PM, one at 4:15 PM, and one at 4:30 PM. 

Where was he?

Your heart beat a bitter drum as you watched some fathers with roses in one hand whilst the other was pressed against their hips as they gasped for air.

“I couldn’t be late for my angel’s exhibition now could I?”

It was 9:00 PM. 

The crowd had died down and you watched as they drained out: proud fathers holding their daughter’s hand, embracing them in unconditional love. Your once eager eyes were tired, exhausted from searching and scanning for the only face you had internally begged for. 

Had you not expected it, you would have cried. 

Your thumb hovered over your father’s name on your phone, hesitant. 

But there was no point. You switched your phone off. 

“Hana,” you asked the few friends that were left, “can you help me pack my things please?”

-

The pitch black darkness dragged the walk back to the nearest bus station. With your hands occupied with bags that contained the remains of your exhibition, periodically, you peered at the dimly-lit empty street behind you. 

The street lights flickered sporadically, teasing your lone steps that were getting faster and faster. 

The bus ride home was fine. You met a few friends waiting at the stop with their parents. Although when alone on the outer seat, hood still up, your eyes may have lingered too long at the napping daughters resting their head on their smiling fathers’ shoulders. 

Your stop approached in forty-five minutes. 

It was 10:36 PM when you got off the bus. The usual hustle of your neighbourhood had settled, so it wasn’t too hard to spot a head with green, curly hair leisurely walking towards your bus stop. 

“Midoriya-kun?”

The young boy lifted his head from his phone to look around. 

You gave him a hesitant wave, receiving a warm smile in return. 

“Toshinori-san?” he asked, taking off his earphones. 

“Uh, yeah, it’s me.”

You shoved your hands in your pockets. 

“Wha- what are you doing here?” you blurted, staring at the ground. 

The abrasive nature of your words caused Midoriya to stand straighter. He blinked a few times before answering. 

“Oh um, All Might called me over for a chat. He told me you weren’t home so he said it would be a good chance to discuss more… things?” 

The young boy ended his sentence with a wavering voice, getting quieter as he saw your body stiffen. 

In the moments of your wordless exchange, a warm ache began to develop in the walls of your skull. 

Midoriya’s gaze, which was travelling to and fro, fixed upon the bags hanging from your wrists. 

“How about you? Um… Where did you come back from?” 

Your mind tried to console your heart, hushing the bubbling feelings of resentment towards the boy in front of you. 

You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders drop low. 

You were tired. 

“I came back from an exhibition.”

“Oh really? Were you presenting? Is that what the bags are for?” 

Your lips found themselves smiling at Midoriya’s observation. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “they have my exhibition prototypes in them.”

Your ears perked up at the approaching sounds of relaxed footsteps. 

“May I see them please?” Midoriya asked. 

Finally, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. 

You mumbled, passing him the bag with your prototype inside. “Yeah… sure.”

Minutes passed in complete silence. Timid glances found themselves analysing the look on Midoriya’s face, who was carefully reading the contents of your pamphlet, cross-checking it with your prototype. You felt a warm flush on your cheeks as the boy looked up at you, eyes wide and bright. 

“You made this? By yourself?” 

He was baffled: eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling. You pressed your lips together in attempts to hide your grin as you nodded. 

“It took me two years.”

Midoriya carefully placed your prototypes back into their respective boxes, passing the bag back into your hands. 

“I didn’t expect this at all- I mean, of course, you’re All Might’s daughter but just, being quirkless and everything? I just-” his expressive face comforted yours.

“You’re so cool, Toshinori-san. You’re so cool!”

The swells of your cheeks began hurting as you stared at Midoriya, your waterline becoming annoyingly emotional. 

“Thank you, Midoriya-kun…” 

“Please,” he chimed, “call me Izuku.”

You let out a chuckle just this once, sneaking a swipe to wipe the corner of your eyes. 

“In that case, please call me Y/N.”

Izuku’s wide grin ignited a mellow flame in your disappointed heart. You cursed your heart for every ill thought that crossed your mind about the boy that stood in front of you.  

“I am honoured to meet a brilliant mind like yours Y/N-san… The amount of lives this can save… The amount of innocent lives this can protect from harassment… You’re amazing Y/N-san,” he repeated, bowing down. 

You blushed, your hands immediately reaching out towards the young boy to lift him up, “oh, Izuku-kun, please don’t bow…” 

“My younger self thanks you Y/N-kun…” he whispered. 

There was a small crack in his soft voice. 

Your eyebrows twitched and the cold air travelled through the small opening in your mouth. 

“What do you mean, ‘younger self’...?”

Midoriya’s big green eyes were frosted on the surface. He straightened his back, staring off into the distance. 

“I’m sure your father told you, Y/N-san”, he cleared his throat. 

“I was born quirkless.”

Your fingers felt cold. 

“Quirkless…?”

“Yes. I was born quirkless. The doctors didn’t know what caused it. My parents had a quirk. My mother can float small objects towards her. And my father has a powerful quirk: fire breathing.”

His voice began quivering and the young boy had to take a pause.

“All I wanted as a young child was to become All Might. I still do, to be honest. I had a little All Might onesie. And my mother bought me all the All Might action figures. I would play hero with her. She used to act like a citizen in distress and for that short amount of time, I was her hero. And that led to me wanting to become everyone’s hero.”

His tears reflected the moonlight waning in the sombre sky. 

“I was five years old when I was told my dreams were basically worthless. That I should give up… and become a police officer.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, hiding your hands inside your pockets. 

“I didn’t eat for three days. I couldn’t stomach anything, so at some point, I-I guess I ended up fainting, and my mom had to rush me into the ER.”

Two bodies stood underneath the cold, clinical street light, incredibly still. 

But the loud noises pinched you to disturb the silence. 

You had to know.

“But… what about your quirk now?”

-

The door creaked open into a fully-lit living room. Toshinori was sitting in front of the television, phone in hand, swiping through his texts. 

Trays and glasses– two glasses exactly– were lazing on the table with cubes of melting ice piled up on the bottom. The cushions were moved to the side, and the couch covers relaxed comfortably with deep wrinkles.  

An unnoticed figure slipped inside the house and Toshinori felt two eyes settle onto him. 

“Y/N, when did you come back?”

Nothing. 

“My child,” he stood up, reaching towards your shoulder. 

You shrugged his hand off as soon as it touched you, lost in the voices consuming your mind. 

“Y/N! What is the meaning of this?”

“It’s eleven.”

“What do you-”

“It’s eleven!” 

Your father’s body tensed as he stepped back, his brows knitted in pain and confusion. 

Your throat, strained and dry, struggled to find words as it battled against the bitter rise of bile. 

Your jaw trembled as your eyes burnt with unshed tears in the now blurring room. The cries of betrayal felt so weak. What should have been anger– a hellflame spreading throughout your house, came out a sniffle and singular tear. Anger that should have engulfed the sounds in the room and overpowered the drone of the television and the tick of the passing time was nothing but suppressed by the overbearing eyes that scrunched in concern. 

“What do I have to do to get you to pay attention to me, dad? What do I have to do…” you weeped, your hands consoling your own body because no one else present could. 

The cries of betrayal felt so weak because it was someone else’s incompetency, someone else’s fault that pained your wailing heart. And the cries of a wailing heart begging to be loved was a silent sound that overpowered all sense of self. 

“What does he have that I don’t, dad? What did he do that I failed to do?” 

You broke down into his arms. You found refuge despite his false embrace; it repulsed you because you knew it was going to be short-lived. 

It was a fake. 

“Why did I have to find out that my father was quirkless from someone else’s mouth?” 

You felt his chest fall as your father squeezed you tighter. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, dad?” you whispered.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry…” 

“Am I not worthy enough… Was I not worthy enough to find out?” 

Your ears preened, begging for reassurance, begging to hear: ‘that’s not true my child’. 

But it never came.

“I’m sorry for not being strong enough, dad… I’m sorry for letting him steal my quirk, dad.”

You tore away from his chest, sniffling away your tears for the last time. 

“But why didn’t you tell me that One For All could work with quirkless too?”

Toshinori crossed his hands in front of him as he averted his gaze from yours. 

“Why can’t you talk to me? Was I not good enough! Am I so weak without my quirk? That you blindly gave your power away to a boy you met a day ago! Dad, look at me!” you screamed, far too lost to control yourself. “Why couldn’t you give it to me, your own goddamn daughter? What did I not do dad, what did I not do!”

Why did All Might extend his hand to save Midoriya, when his daughter gave up her whole life to burn for his dreams?

His silence spoke a thousand words, so it was about time you spoke your final words. 

“You’re a great hero, dad. But that’s all you’ll ever be… you’ve been a great hero but you’ll never be a great dad.”

[julsvu]

heyy u take reqs for mha, right? if so, can i request for a monoma x gen neutral reader? reader's in class 1A and is close with all their classmates, but is secretly dating monoma. it's basically the trope 'enemies in public, but lovers in private' but class 1A and class 1B end up finding out about their relationship and lose their minds LMAO

gn! reader

💬: tysm for requesting!! this was so fun to write HSSIDI hope you enjoy !! <33

📒: crack fic kind of??, swearing, written in 2nd pov, monoma is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse, headcanons + a oneshot under the cut :>

being neito monoma's secret lover hcs

during the school festival, neito literally suggested for his class to do a plot where two people would play as secret lovers from different kingdoms that hated each other (he was projecting TEWW MUCH)

one time class 1B was playing truth or dare and he got asked if he was single or not, and this mf said: "my partner goes to a different school! 🙄🙄🙄" bc he couldn't think of any other lie

obviously, everyone poked fun at him

"monoma, y'know being single isn't embarrassing, right..?"

"you can tell us the truth, y'know.."

i feel like kendo probably suspected it at one point

since she saw the way monoma kept investigating your classmates about the villain attacks (as a way of finding out if you're okay or not)

and because his insults towards you was like..so much more detailed compared to your other classmates?? like bro knew EVERY little detail about you, even the details that no one in class 1A knew

she brushed it off though, cause you and neito always argued — there was no way, right? (yes, there was a way)

he claims that class 1A "shines" too much because of you (as a way of hiding the fact that you're the one who he actually pays attention to)

when he approaches class 1A to make fun of them, he actually does it so he can see you (when he sees that you aren't with them, he just scoffs after insulting them, and walks away) (born from the sassy man apocalypse)

your classmates.. i think some of them def knew that you were dating someone, but NOBODY could predict the fact that you'd be dating neito, class 1A's biggest hater, some of your classmates were like "🤨 is this a betrayal or.." 😭😭 goes the same for class 1B, because as said earlier, his insults toward you were so much more..detailed, they thought he hated you more than the others ☠️☠️

they found out when they caught you both dancing together during a U.A high school party

"MY JAW.. WHERE'S MY JAW?" - denki when he found out (one second away from going into his "yay mode")

and u have mina in the corner saying that it's like one of those dramatic secret relationship fanfics (which in this case, it is)

for as long as neito monoma remembered, his heart was full of you. almost like the honey of a beehive, slowly overflowing and dropping to the floor. although, he swears that you're sweeter than honey itself. or, at least, that's how it felt. it started with small, short glances, secret hangouts at a small cafe, texting every day, training with each other, bittersweet confessions, and secret good-luck kisses.

but, for as long as class 1B and class 1A (excluding you) knew, neito and you were enemies, rivals, foes, maybe even nemeses. there was only so much your schoolmates could know, though. U.A's rigid course aided you and your boyfriend in keeping your relationship under warp, people failed to notice the longing stare the blond boy would hold whenever he saw you training with what he described to be "tetsutetsu's twin" from class 1A, the slight tone of pride whenever you'd counter an insult of his with your own words, acting like it wasn't your love language reserved for only each other; sneaking away from your respective dorms to meet each other in the ungodly hours of the night, exchanging sweetened words.

you waited on the bus with your classmates, the vehicle bustling with excited conversations; mina and the girls fangirling over each other's outfits, kaminari asking the "are we there yet?" question every five minutes, iida struggling to keep your classmates quiet, and so on. as you fixed your appearance slightly, you checked the time on your watch, reading that it was now 8:00 PM. however, a certain blond texted you, interrupting your moment of silence.

"darling, we have arrived at the venue. where are you?" monoma texts, with a stunning picture of the venue sent under his text. the dim fairy lights hung around the place, the food table with a chocolate fountain and appetizers, and the chandelier that would highlight the bodies of the people dancing.

just as you finished reading his message, you heard your homeroom teacher state that you guys had arrived. almost immediately, everyone cheered, giggling, and rushed out of the bus, exploring the venue after a few reminders from Mr. Aizawa to not get lost, and to behave. you dusted off your clothing, as you looked around for your boyfriend, neito, before you finally messaged him back.

"i'm at the entrance, neito," and not even five minutes later, you heard the only voice that could make your chest feel warm. neito's.

"hey, pretty," you greet, sending him an awkward wink.

he scoffs, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "hello yourself, sweetheart."

"shall we dance?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. you give him a nod, as well as a chuckle. he had the tendency to make things as "theatrical" as possible. you were reminded of the time when you guys reenacted an old classical dance on a random rooftop, with no one else around.

a few moments later, the U.A high school party was in full swing, the pulsating beat of the music reverberating through the crowded gymnasium. amidst the sea of bodies, you and your blond boyfriend were drowning in the rhythm, dancing together in the dim atmosphere.

however, the dim atmosphere wasn't enough to hide you and your boyfriend, as well as your secret relationship.

kaminari spat out his drink from a few meters away. he, and mina were hanging out in the food table. "is that (name) and monoma?! the guy that hates us all?!" his jaw drops right after his statement, as he nudged the pink-haired girl beside him. the girl's eyes widen, before she squeals happily, "it's like a forbidden romance! eek!"

in the other side, there was tetsutetsu and kirishima. "yo, that's monoma/(name), your classmate!" they said to each other at the same time, and same speed.

you and neito exchanged a knowing glance, overhearing your classmates' reactions.

"monoma, did you force (name) to dance with you?!" kendo exclaimed, looking at her classmate with furrowed brows, and holding empathy for you. your laugh started off as small snickers, and then to a full-blown laugh, as you fell to your knees, giggling and holding your stomach. in the background was your boyfriend explaining, waving his hands as if to defend himself.

"you and monoma?" mina asks with a grin, behind her, were your classmates, who stopped to hear your answer. flies were about to fly into their mouths, at this rate.

"me and monoma," you replied, chuckling at the whole ordeal.

the situation made the night more entertaining than ever.

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[myballsyourballs]

OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

[serxinns]

Oh sorry- forgot about that. (I'm the same person that asked for the ink demon reader)

With class 1-A and a couple of pro hero's.

Romantic with the class and platonic with the teachers and heros :)

You hated having to do a certain form when having to demonstrate a quirk move, you had to endure long periods of body aching especially in your beast form the longer you are in your beast form the more painful and insufferable it is, you tried to hide it from your classmates and teachers fearing it would cause a problem or judge you because of this

So you decided to act cool and endured the aching whenever your classmates asked you why you melting you would tell them that it was a part of the drawback or when the teachers asked why you hugging your body tightly you just said that you were cold everything will be fine it's just a little pain that goes away for a few hours what harm will it be?

it worked for a few months until the drawbacks unexpectedly got worse and the pain became more unendurable and more Clear to the teachers and students, izuku and ochako would see you clutching your stomach when after using your stomach and when they asked you quickly informed that it was just a stomach ache or when Jirou noticed you shaking and tearing up you quickly informed that you were just nervous thats all!

The teachers like Aizawa and the present mic would eventually catch up to you Unfortunately, one day in the middle of class you shaking and gripping the desk in pain and so after school, they would question you about it, and you quickly informed them that it was a stomach bug but none of them were convinced so Aizawa forced you to go to recovery girl or a checkup,

recovery girl looked nervously at you and gave you a check which she was relived by the results and informed the 2 males that you were having your drawbacks by overusing your quirk but the bad news is that since you held it in for so long without any proper medication the drawbacks got worse explaining why your body was aching way worse than before for it so you needed to take a certain medication and take a lot more rest for the medication to work and that'll take 1-2 months, your teachers agreed while you groaned having to not use your quirk for a certain amount of time

During the your classmates started to get very protective and obsessive with you Mina pulled you away from Iida and Shoto so you could listen to all the juicy gossip about anything while Kirishima pulled her away so you and him and spare each other or just watch shark movies, or jirou pulling you away from him to listen to her new song or make each other new Playlist and "friendship" bracelets (bracelets that symbolize love) every classmate was fighting over every ounce of praise, attention, or touch you can give them and at training they would trynand distract you so they "protect you" But you weren't buying it

And your teachers weren't any better when Aizawa would give you detention for little reasons only for him to have you sleep in his sleeping bag or the two of you would study on hero work with just the two of you or present mic making you eat lunch with him at the student lounge,Strangely knowing your favorite snacks cause every time he brings you snacks they were the exact snacks you like.. weird?

Midnight used her gas to knock you out to sleep so you could rest in her lap while she caressed your hair you tried to avoid her as possible and Aizawa and she would argue over that heck even the pro heroes like Hawks and endeavor fighting with Aizawa and need be to make you join their agency to be their sidekick alongside with either Tokoyami or todoroki or mount lady and Mirko having a cat fight with midnight to whoever gets to check on you 1st and spoil you with gifts while you watched in boredom

But all and they mean no harm and just wanted to protect you there's no harm to that right?

[lizzy06]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader Fics Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

ab intra ✨✨💖💖by andypantsx3 (humor, eventual smut, brainwashing)when a wave of disturbing crimes sweep the city, pro hero Hitoshi Shinsou is assigned to work the case with you. What's even more frustrating than his obnoxious personality is the fact no one will tell you why he’s involved. Things only get more suspicious from there.[COMPLETED]

no grave to hold my body down✨ by Hawnks (supermintfluff) (oneshot, hurt/comfort) Kindness is its own superpower. Love is, too.[COMPLETED]

Jealousy✨ by @alienaiver (oneshot, fluffy banter)Shinsou wants your attention after coming home, but you are preoccupied.[COMPLETED]

 The Sports Festival✨ by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff) reader with a weather quirk faces off against shinsou in the sports festival[COMPLETED] pt 2: Parties for No One ✨by @writing-freak (oneshot, fluff)you consider approaching shinsou after the sports festival. an unlikely friendship commences. [COMPLETED]

Why aren't you scared of me? by @bakugohoex (oneshot, slight angst, fluff)in which shinso joins class 1a and whilst everybody seems to be scared of him out of fear he’ll use his quirk, you try to befriend the boy and he develops feelings as soon as you talk to him.[COMPLETED]

Diary by @onyxiana-is-obsessed (oneshot, fluff)Shinsou finds your diary where you’ve written way too much about him. Good thing he feels the same way.[COMPLETED]

Speechless by @alaskamonsters (oneshot, first meetings)[COMPLETED]

18 by @songbirdsingingthings (oneshot, jealousy, fluff) .[COMPLETED]

how to start an office romance✨ by animepseud (multipurposeroom) (fluff, humor, angst, slowburn)When a serial killer shows up to terrorise the neighbourhood, who do you call? According to the neighbourhood, not Shinsou.is there a better time to pursue romance than in the midst of a serial killing investigation?[COMPLETED]

Friendly Reminders & Math Equations✨ by kingyohno (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)What one person writes on their skin also appears on the skin of their soulmate. Reader is forgetful and Shinsou is bored. Awkwardness ensues.[COMPLETED]

lilac eyes | shinsou x reader✨ by personb (strangers to lovers, fluff, angst)You just wanted to live for one night at a party with Jirou, though it seemed your night was going to be far more eventful than you anticipated. And you welcomed it, well him at least, with open arms. And to be fair he was very, very hot.[COMPLETED]

Your name on my skin✨  by  @dira333 / Fogfire (oneshot, soulmate au, )What your soulmate writes appears on your skin.[COMPLETED]

Two mind related quirk users walk into a train  ✨ ✨ by  wotefokizbrunch (oneshot, mindreader! reader, humor)When Shinso is sleep deprived his inner monologue just rambles non-stop and you, being a mindreader, find it hilarious.[COMPLETED]

Heart & Mind ✨ by orphan_account (oneshot, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort)You have trouble finding a sparring partner because of your Quirk. Few are willing to have their emotions manipulated, after all.[COMPLETED]

Love at First Sight by ScatteredScribbles (oneshot, fluff, coffee shop au, love at first sight) Even though Shinso knows better, some part of him still wants to believe it’s possible–that there’s a single person in the world made for him, and they’re lounging about in the coffee shop he works at.[COMPLETED]

Just Say It by @sunnieskies02 (oneshot, soulmate au, hanahaki disease, slight angst with happy ending) [COMPLETED]

Show Me by hunnybby(oneshot, crush, fluff, humor) Shinsou Hitoshi's classmate just won't leave him alone. If she wanted to know his quirk so bad then she should have paid attention.[COMPLETED]

We Really Need To Stop Meeting Like This by spicyNess (oneshot, tooth rooting fluff, crush)The more you bumped into him, the more you wanted to.[COMPLETED]

Late Night Visits by candlelight27 (oneshot, college au, fluff, smut, idiots in love)A not-so-innocent game of truth and dare and all your conspiring friends might give you an opportunity to sort out the feelings you have for your best friend, Hitoshi Shinsou.[COMPLETED]

 Heroes Together by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff)after growing up close friends with shinsou, you are forced to move away and leave your home behind. years later, you return, reunited with the best friend who doesn’t seem to remember you. [COMPLETED]

In All Honesty by Avistella (oneshot, fluff)People have always been wary of talking with Shinsou, but not you. When you start distancing yourself from him, Shinsou becomes worried.[COMPLETED]

Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos by HydrangeaPartridge (coffee shop au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smut)In which you are an accident prone-waitress in a cat café where Pro Hero MindJack (aka Shinso Hitoshi) likes to spend time. How will your relationship evolve through the four seasons of one year?[COMPLETED]