#deku and / or bakugo aren’t straight

[banditoswift]

bkdk nation I need help I was ‘arguing’ (not arguing just talkin but disagreeing lol) with my friend irl about the existence or not of bkdk and I totally fumbled the bag I got nervous bc he was actually hearing me out about it and I was like no way usually ppl shut me down about this and so I fumbled and only gave the ‘control your heart’ motif as proof ;<

so if anyone could give me some more examples and like rlly good proof i told him I’d send him some stuff later on but like fr I need help i went blank PLS

[angy-grrr]

The good old conflict continues over Twitter. According to dudebros, apparently, we are the problem for Hori not making IzuOcha canon. But at the same time, IzuOcha is already canon in an 'implied' sense in the narrative, and that we are delusional for ''denying their canon romance''.

Some people are even trying to argue that Bakugo and Izuku don't have that much of a special bond or relationship. I mean... really? So we just gonna ignore the literal core part of the story, then?

They constantly like to bring the moments like the recent roof scene and how 'Ochako saved Deku when Deku lost control of the black whip'. Let's just ignore that Izuku lost control because someone insulted Bakugo and that Ochako couldn't stop Izuku, she had to get him be 'brainwashed'.

If the roof scene was The Moment, then they would have gone canon right and there, yet they didn't. Oh.... But, yeah, sorry. It's actually our fault that Hori didn't make the straight ship canon in his shounen manga.

When will they stop acting like the straights are oppressed?

BNHA 430 SPOILERS

it’s quite common for manga shonen series to canonize their het ships by showing something romantic without letting us know how they confessed, at least in the original work; they are often already married in a time skip, or they are shown together in the future while at least one of them (usually the woman) blushing, and this is bc of Japanese typical narration - its not driven by the need of a closed conclusion, usually it’s even better the more often it gets.

I recommend checking on kishotenketsu for more on this!

but anyways, the thing with ochako and Izuku is they don’t have any implied romantic moment which lets the intended audience to understand they are in a relationship -the only scene they have together alone in the time skip is with a small panel, which could be valid, but the snow doesn’t imply it’s Christmas (a romantic holiday) as they are wearing their uniforms and probably are still on campus and neither is even blushing or shown being typical teenagers in love, even tho is clear Izuku is still quite like “a boy at heart”, wanting to be called cool by his teacher at 25 (I don’t believe in the perspective many have of him getting all confident about romance and having a flirty attitude towards Ochako or anyone; there’s nothing implying he became that way). Even Ochako doesn’t have her usual blush!

Bc Mr. Compress is under it reading Spinner’s book, along with the melancholy of the winter with the harsher conditions but beautiful landscapes, it creates a bittersweet image in Japanese culture, as far as I know in my research. It’s not “the villains died but hey, the heteros are dating!”, but more about “Tenko and Himiko died, and there’s this memory about them that will always live. Wonder and snow is a time for reflection, with the possibility of a bright future, so Ochako and Izuku, while failing, still have hope to save complete strangers and inspire others to do the same”.

I think is more about them and the villains, everyone becoming heroes on their own by helping others no matter their “oficial status”. the funniest part? It could be more romantic and imply they are together quite easy if only Horikoshi decided to actually make them a duo and be basically destined to be together helping others if he didn’t choose Katsuki to fulfill that role. He could have just highlighted her with the suit thing, extend her hand, smile at him telling him to do his best, etc. But nah, let’s just have Katsuki tell him to come with him as a hero and imply they hold hands or extend their hands to the other even if they aren’t in need of saving.

Yeah, that’s bc he’s scared of shippers. Sure sure, whatever helps them sleep at night yk?

[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn't matter,” 22

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

Part 21

You just rolled your eyes at him and handed him the clothes you were holding. "Just wear these on. Let me know if it fits." You simply said and walked away.

Katsuki only raised an eyebrow.

Deep inside, you were exploding. His body was built by gods. All the biceps and the muscles, the thin waist, and the scars add up to his look.

But Y/n just shook her head to erase those thoughts and headed straight to her kitchen. She was still clueless about the kiss.

Does that mean Katsuki feels something for her? Does he like her? What made him fancy someone like her? So simple like her? Compared to him, you're a civilian who knows nothing but to teach and raise a kid.

You don't even know what to think anymore. Why? Because you don't want to hurt yourself. You basically don't want to assume and yet here you are, jumping to one thing and another.

---

"I didn't expect you to come so I only prepared dinner for myself." You said as you placed a bowl of hot noodles in front of him, along with two pieces of cheese bread. "I'm sorry. This is all I got for now."

"I came unexpectedly. Don't apologize," Katsuki said while watching you putting all the food on the table.

“Very unexpected, if you ask me.” You mumbled as you sat down in front of him. “Thank you for the food.” You said and started digging in.

Katsuki was staring at you though. More like watching. He was watching you enjoy hot noodles. Of course, it’s the perfect food for when it’s raining.

You noticed him watching you though. You looked at him and blinked. “Don’t you like the food?” You asked after swallowing the food. “I’m sorry, I-,”

“I said stop apologizing.” Katsuki tsked and starts slurping the noodles.

It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of thunder, television, chewing and slurping can be heard. Once done, you were surprised when Katsuki brought the bowls and utensils to the kitchen sink and even started washing.

“K-katsuki!” You stuttered as you called out. “What are you doing?!” You basically almost yelled while hurrying to his side.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Katsuki said in a ‘isn’t it obvious tone.’

“I- what?” You blinked. “Nevermind that. Why are you doing that? You’re a guest!” You said slightly scowling. You tried pushing him away from the sink, but he won’t budge.

“I won’t be, after what happened.” He simply said and was about to rinse the dishes.

This made you remember what happened earlier. The kiss.

“Cat got your tongue?” Katsuki smirked when he never heard you utter a word.

“I don’t want t-to talk about it.” You blushed, looking away.

“I hope that implies that I like you and wanted you to be my girlfriend,” His voice suddenly went serious while focusing on rinsing.

“E-eh?” You stuttered, once again.

“Can you stop that? Fucking reminds me of Deku.” Katsuki tsked. “And I’m serious.” Kastuki added.

“I know you are.” You quietly responded. “But aren’t you going to ask me out?” You added quietly.

Unfortunately, he heard it. “I’m fucking desperate to fix things with you.” He spoke. “Hell, I’m not even thinking straight. I just went with what I feel right.” While speaking, he paused on his movement to look at you.

The way he looked at you took your breath away. It was different from the way he looked at you before. Those aren’t the eyes who used to glare at you whenever you tried cooking dinner at his home. This right here is genuine.

You were speechless.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you out after my shift.” Katsuki simply said. “I’ll leave Kazui with mom.”

“Can I have a say in here?”

---

You're anxious. It's been a while since you've been on a date. Heck, you can't even remember when it was.

Your co-teachers are asking if you've been feeling okay and that you're acting weird. Who wouldn't be? Dynamight just messaged you he'll pick you up after his shift. Hell, he will intentionally go to Kazui's echo, not because he needs to pick up Kazui, but because he'll pick you up.

And due to how anxious you are, you actually had a hard time picking up what to wear this morning. You wanted to look casual yet elegant. Why? Because you're going on a date with the number 2 hero and you want to look presentable because you know that cameras will be about. So here you are, wearing a dark green over-knee dress along with two-inch black wedge heels.

Your day went on smoothly as you taught, guided, and watched your students. Some even commented that you look extra beautiful today which flatters you. Until the class ended. Kids bid you goodbye as they departed the building, on their way to their parents who were waiting for them outside the school.

Your heart was thumping rapidly. Your eyes are scrutinizing around you, searching for the familiar vehicle which thankfully there's none yet.

After waving goodbye to the students, you went back to your homeroom where you saw Kazui fixing his things.

"Kazui-chan." You called out.

Kazui looked at you, blinking curiously. “Yes, Miss Y/n?” He asked.

“U-um.” You stuttered. “Do you know who will be picking you up today?” You asked as you fixed your things as well.

“Well, papa said Uncle Eiji will drop me off at Grandma since he said he’ll be busy,” Kazui explained, finally zipping close his bag.

‘Then I guess the date is canceled?’ You thought to yourself.

“Miss Y/N?” Kazui called you out.

“Oh!” You internally slap yourself and look back to Kazui. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Are you and Papa okay now?” Kazui asked.

This caught you off guard of course. You didn’t expect him to be this observant, especially between Katsuki and you. “W-we’re always okay. Why do you ask?” You lied.

“You never visit us anymore.” Kazui pouted. “I only see you here at school but not in our home anymore.. I-I thought Papa and you had an argument.”

“Kazui-chan..” You mumbled and went closer to Kazui, kneeling. You gently touched his cheek and brushed your thumb, caressing him gently. “You don’t need to worry about us.” You smiled.

“Tomorrow, I’ll visit you, would you like that?”

Kazui suddenly beamed. “Really?!”

You giggled seeing his reaction. “Yes, sweetie.”

“Yay!!”

Part 23

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This is very short and this is the only day I am available. I don't know when I'll be able to update again but I'll do my best! Thank you all for your patience!

[fr-ogii]

Lol I just got an awesome idea, how would yanderes TodoBakuDeku (poly) react to the reader sleeping and cuddling with her significant other that’s not them? How would they react?

jealous of your significant other:

yandere!katsuki bakugo + yandere!shoto todoroki + yandere!izuku midoriya

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⇢ they’ll be seeing red. these yanderes are normally pretty tame in comparison to others, but THIS is what really gets them going.

⇢ todoroki, the most rational of the group at this time, convinces bakugo and deku to calm down for the time being. this time will be spent planning for the perfect moment.

⇢ they need to figure out the best way to play this. if they kill them when you two are still together, you might need comforting and they can swoop in there.

⇢ or they could wait until they have you locked up in their home so you aren’t too scared of them (until katsuki reveals they killed your s/o in the middle of a fight with you).

⇢ maybe you’ll come to your senses and leave that waste of space before they even have to do anything. depending on how it goes, they might even get to live - with a few minor cuts and bruises of course.

⇢ just seeing you cuddling up into a person that isn’t one of them, caused even the stoic todoroki to loose his cool (lol)

⇢ deku will start crying or get so angry he’ll have to walk away as to not make a loud noise and notify you of their presence in the bushes by your window. how he reacts depends on both the day and how he feels about your significant other. if he feels jealous of them beyond just the fact that they’re dating you, he’ll cry. izuku is an insecure person and this just brought it out even more. the anger will happen if your significant other was something like how bakugo thought of deku, a rival only doing things to piss him off.

⇢ katsuki isn’t even allowed to come see you in person so he’ll be watching on the hidden cameras that have been set up around your house. although he was angry at first when shoto and midoriya told him he was no longer permitted to “go [name]-watching”- as shoto called it - he finally understood why. bakugo slammed his fist so hard on the desk it went straight through, singeing the wood along the way. a smell of smoke filled the room and his eyes seemed to glow even brighter red than normal.

[haleigh-sloth]

This is all I’m going to say until we get the next chapter shigaraki when fighting star and we see him as a kid said midoriya I don’t care if y’all hate deku he saving that boy maybe bkg is going to get him out of the trance fine whatever but some non Deku stans swear he not the MC as if hori didn’t make daiki the voice actor read a letter talking about this being Deku crucial fight

Yeahhhh I just 😬

I feel like it’s devolved into a fight over who is gonna do what when it comes to Shig. And amazingly enough it feels like nobody wants Deku to do anything because god forbid he get near Shigaraki 😂. But the truth is that there is a whole ensemble assigned to the Save Shigaraki Task Force.

And there are only certain things certain people can do.

Let’s start with Spinner:

Spinner’s mistake kinda backtracks back to misunderstanding the person he’s following, and staying attached to the dream Shigaraki promises, encouraging his rage and hatred to thrive, which just makes it easier for AFO to take control. Not his fault, he doesn’t know what’s going on inside Shig’s head, but that wasn’t a positive development. It got even worse when he ignored his gut instinct and through his own self-worth issues, accepted a quirk (a ticking time bomb) from AFO, putting himself at risk now too.

However! He’s the only one in position to influence a greater number of villains who are following the uprising for Spinner’s sake, breaking the chain of command and turning them against AFO and HIS followers. Spinner will do something along those lines I think. Finally make a choice for himself, and lead his followers to something that won’t result in a blank horizon full of nothing.

Then we have Bakugo:

There is no doubt he’ll do something. There aren’t parallels drawing Bakugo and Shigaraki together, but there is one thing Bakugo has in common with Midoriya (who does parallel Shig):

Shigaraki was interested in both of them. Maybe for different reasons (I have my speculations about the mall scene but only time will tell if those come true), but because of that interest, Shigaraki was seeking some form of validation from both of them.

And he was rejected by both of them on principle (understandably, taking people hostage isn’t how you make friends, Tomura).

So it only makes sense that, with both Bakugo and Midoriya, the logical answer is for them to reconsider their feelings on Shigaraki. Midoriya already has, and is currently still thinking, it seems, on what to think and do (more on this later). Bakugo I think is coming up on that soon. But despite other opinions I’ve read, I do not think chapter 358 is that moment. It seems undeniably clear to me that Bakugo is not in a “wait around for the right hero” mindset, and is taking matters into his own hands without Midoriya there, and is straight up going for the kill. He voiced his strong resentment toward Shigaraki and AFO, and I don’t think that was some convoluted mask to cover up that he wants to save him 😐. But with that being said, I do think this is leading into some turn of events. All I know is I have a feeling that what’s about to happen right now, is going to make Bakugo and company think twice. Arguably I don’t know exactly what Bakugo will do, I don’t. Only time will tell. I can only vouch for what I know he can’t do, which will be addressed at the end in the Deku section.

Then we have Kurogiri and Aizawa:

I’m still…waiting for this plot line to take off. But the set up is there. Not to mention, Aizawa made an impression on Shigaraki too, very early on might I add. I’ll keep my clown costume on until it happens, or doesn’t. But I’m not worried. I think it will.

THENNNN we have Deku. The only person with access to the vestige plane, and the only one with capability of gaining insight into Shigaraki’s head and heart and figuring out his true feelings. This is the part I see people complain about lol. Oh well. Shigaraki has a mental barrier that nobody is going to be able to see or feel, except Midoriya. And this is probably the only connection Shigaraki has that isn’t one-sided, and goes both ways. One wants the other to save them. That one wants to save the other. Both have noticed each other and rejected each other. Now it’s time to try again, and do it right this time.

But for that to work, things on the outside need to be taken care of too. That’s where everybody else comes in!

I do 100% expect the LOV to all team up with the heroes and fight AFO and his followers, tame the crowds, save people, etc. And I’m still 100% convinced Shigaraki will overcome the mental barrier with AFO and then dust his physical body on the outside. And at one point I think there was room for Toga and Touya to help with Shig, but given the pacing and timing that we’re going at right now, I’m not sure the timing will align for that to happen. But that’s just speculation. It’s still too soon to tell on that front.

But yeah—it’s a whole ordeal. And, I mean idc if people don’t like Deku. I get it, he’s really not everybody’s cup of tea. But denying his role in Shigaraki’s arc isn’t gonna do anybody any good, nor is it gonna change the outcome. I’m biased because I love it, obviously, but also from an objective standpoint, there is literally no point in denying his role. His role is there, it’s not going away.

[mshomestyle]

I'm just picturing a little kindergarten Baku son having Deku, Kiri, Kami, Todo and Shinsou daughters as his friends. His little mini squad if you will, and him introducing his friends to all those (mentioned) parents like "hey guys, these are my bitches" with the smugest little look on that tiny face possible.

I'm speaking from experience. My nephew introduced his neighbors/friends to me as his "bitches" when he was in kindergarten. They're in 8th grade now, but he still calls them his bitches 🤣

That is adorable! Although I probably shouldn't be laughing 🤣

Being top heroes, it only made sense that those who worked in the same industry would often times see each other outside of work. And because of that, Bakugo's, Midoriya's, Kirishima's, Kaminari's, Todoroki's, and Shinsou's children knew each other well.

The little tots toddled around together, making mischief, and having fun. Also, of course, Bakugo bragged about being the only one with a son, not that it was an issue for the others. Their kids got along well, after all.

So, when the toddlers grew to be of school age, the parents took the kids to their first day of Kindergarten. There were tears, hugs, and good-byes being given all around.

"I can't believe they're in school now," Izuku remarked as he walked out of the building, the other parents doing the same as they dropped off their own kids. "Do you think they'll be fine and get along well?"

"They're good kids," Kirishima smiled, "Manly, in fact!" Bakugo could only roll his eyes at that.

"They know most of their classmates already," he shrugged off the concern before heading back to his car where his significant other was waiting.

As the day continued on, it was soon time to pick up the little ones, and the parents were right on time, wanting to see their kids again.

Shinsou, Midoriya, and Todoroki arrived first. They greeted each other and the other parents that they saw. A short while later, Bakugo and Kirishima showed up "Ah, Kacchan, I'm surprised you aren't here early," Izuku smiled, seeing the other top hero.

"Not like they're going to get out any sooner," Bakugo grumbled. As long as he wasn't the last parent, he didn't care about when he got there. No, that spot ended up being reserved for Kaminari, but he did bring ice-cream for his little princess.

Once the bell was heard sounding from the school, little children scurried out and straight into their parents’ arms.

Kid after kid showed up, and soon enough it was like the conveyor belt stopped, which confused the top heroes. Izuku certainly remembered his own daughter refusing to let go, so not seeing her come out was kind of alarming.

Before any of the empty-handed parents could go inside of the school however, the front door practically banged open-Bakugo’s son being seen walking out, followed by the other men’s daughters trailing behind. The mini Katsuki had a smug smirk on his face.

“Is everything alright?” Tosoroki asked his young daughter, feeling utterly confused at the tardiness.

Instead of speaking herself, Bakugo’s son spoke for them all, “Hey guys, these awe my bitches!” He looked so sure of himself, smirk turning smug.

The other parents’ jaws dropped, and they all turned to look at Bakugo, who looked the most alarmed. “What did you teach your freakin’ son?!” Shinsou asked. Kaminari and Kirishima found it hilarious, though.

“W-What, nothing!” Bakugo quickly said.

“They were scawed, since it’s tha fiwst day, but I helped ‘em! They’we my bitches, afta all!” Bakugo’s son giggled in amusement, while the other girls went to see their fathers.

“Today was so fun, daddy!” Izuku’s daughter beamed happily as her still slightly bewildered father picked her up.

”T-That’s nice to hear, sweetie,” he responded to her before looking back at Bakugo, who still felt a bit attacked.

“Where did you hear that, son?” he asked. The tiny Katsuki just kept up his smirk.

“I said it cuz it’s twue!”

Oh, the other boy’s parent was sure to have a field day with this.

[eri-cheri]

Hello my lovelies!!!! *bangs pots and pans*

It’s time for a new meta post 😎

Today, I am going to discuss this wonderful tweet from the official Crunchyroll Account

And why it is relatively harmless and is feeding into the narrative that Hori purposefully set up! Now, first for any IzuOchas who stumble upon this post, I am by no means bashing the ship. I quite like it myself considering...well it’s the only meaningful straight ship set up for Izuku....

Ochako doesn’t have any direct female competition in the series. Which is quite unique for a Shonen. I mean sure there’s Toga who also likes Deku. But Deku is positively creeped out by her. And sure there’s Hatsume who Ochako is jealous of. But she has no interest in anything other than her babies.

So where’s the drama Hori, huh? Don’t you know half the fun in fandom is bloody shipping wars that are resolved only at the very end with everyone spawning?! Unless...there is a love triangle?

But “But Eri...” you say, “you can’t be suggesting that Ochako’s competition is....a boy?!”

*gasp* you say. “But...no...gays aren’t a thing in Shonen. Especially not with main characters! You’re delusional!”

But am I...really? I find it very interesting how often Uraraka’s feelings towards Deku are paralleled with Deku’s feelings towards Bakugo.

For both of them, it’s all about admiration. Uraraka admires Deku and wants to be more like him just like Deku admires Bakugo and wants to be more like HIM. They parallel each other almost perfectly. Which brings me to my point.

I think Hori is using IzuOcha to showcase Deku’s feelings towards Bakugo. A perfect red herring. Uraraka’s feelings are first brought up here. “You were just thinking ‘if I were Izuku Midoriya...’ weren’t you?” I wonder who else thinks this way....a whole lot actually.

In conclusion: The true love triangle in BNHA is between Bakugo and Uraraka which is unexpected since most people don’t think a gay ship has a chance in hell of being canon. We are straight baited to hell y’all. And the Crunchy Roll intern and any other big companies don’t realize it. Don’t believe me? Well, I will just say I find it very interesting how Uraraka is insisting she’s “put her feelings away” at the exact same time that Bakugou is embracing his true feelings for Deku. Very very interesting.

[cerinefalls]

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𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒹

An Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: On the way back to UA after a weekend of field training, the bus breaks down. Luckily for classes 1A and 1B, Vlad was able to find you rooms! Unluckily for everyone, it was not a big hotel. Time to share, and your roommate was... you guessed it; Izuku Midoriya! Good thing, too, because you're not feeling too good.

Other Parts: Shoto Todoroki

Content: SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Suggestive Themes

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You wandered down the halls near aimlessly as you searched for your room. It shouldn't have been so hard to find a room in a hotel, but unfortunately for you, this place had no order. Room 412 should've been right between 410 and 414, but in its place was room 416. Was your room even located on the fourth floor? You were unsure at this point.

"Four twelve... four twelve... four twelve... It should be here, but these aren't in numerical order. Maybe if I retrace my steps, I'll see that I missed something! No, these aren't in order either. Are villains trying to disorient us? Maybe I'm thinking too hard... " You overheard a familiar voice muttering down the hall. It was nearing you, but you couldn't point out exactly who it was.

As you continued down the dimly lit hallway, the voice gradually got louder. Soon, it sounded like it was right in front of you. It was right in front of you! You bumped into the source of the sound and nearly fell backward. That was an oddly soft wall you'd run into.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, I swear! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I-" Now you knew who it was. Who else went on and on that way? It had to be Deku.

"No- I'm fine, Midoriya." You brushed off whatever initial shock you'd felt and stood up straight again. "You said 412?" The room. That was your room, and if he'd seen it, you needed to know where.

"What? Oh, the woman at the desk told me to look for room 412, but I can't find it anywhere." Izuku replied to you without hesitation. His brain was running at full capacity at all times, after all.

"She did? That's my room too. Can we look together?" You'd been grouped with Midoriya? That was unexpected. You'd expected someone like him to end up with Bakugo or Todoroki, but it looked like he was stuck with you. You didn't know him too well, but he probably didn't mind.

"Yeah! This must be a test." He nodded, accepting your offer. Was he always thinking about hero work? That looked like what the hero course did to them all.

The two of you spent minute after minute hauling luggage around the fourth floor. After a while, Izuku offered to take your bags for you. You declined- but were starting to wish you hadn't. Double-checking, triple-checking- nothing provided results, and it was beginning to tire you.

"Maybe it's on another floor?" You pitched your idea to the now pacing and muttering mess of a boy. He'd hardly heard you through his thick thought bubble.

"Of course! If all of these are out of order, there's no telling how disorienting the next floors are. It must be somewhere else!" Had he seriously not considered that before? You hesitated to tell him because you thought he'd already checked the other floors. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time someone had to suggest something obvious to him.

Izuku led you to the elevator and pressed the button to move down a floor. One floor at a time, that's how you'd do it. The wait was long, and Midoriya appeared lost in thought the entire time. Soon, the quiet elevator ride lowered you to the third floor.

"Alright, let's check around here for the-"

"I found it!" Midoriya interrupted you with his outburst from slightly down the hall. Sure enough, on the 3rd floor, 412 was sat between 310 and 314. It made you wonder what happened to room 312.

Never mind any of your questions or concerns, it was time to sit! Finally, after all that time training, you got to sit on a sturdy piece of furniture. The odd circumstances didn't even cross your mind as you rushed past Izuku and onto the red couch that sat against the wall in the front of your hotel room.

"You're smart," Midoriya smiled wide as he shut the door behind you. After the click of the lock settled your arrangement, he too sat on the couch at the separate end. "So it... looks like we're going to be spending the night here. I'm glad Class B's teacher was able to find us rooms." He nodded to himself.

"Me too." You nodded, stretching out. As you finished your relieving movement and turned to Izuku, you were met with an intense stare. He stopped when he noticed you looking, though. "What?" You questioned.

"Oh- nothing! It's just... your side. It's scratched," He mentioned. Right! that cut you'd gotten during practice. You'd forgotten all about it when the bus broke down. It wasn't bleeding anymore, and the pain had gone away. "Is it bad?" Izuku sounded concerned.

"No! Just a silly surface wound. I'm sure it'll be fine once we get to recovery girl." You responded fine, but Izuku did not seem to agree with you. He looked worried, face sporting a frown.

"You should really make sure it gets cleaned and patched up." He stood up and walked towards the bathroom, opening the door and disappearing inside. For a while. you wondered why. What was he doing in there? All that rustling and banging had to mean something.

"They didn't really have bandages, so I-" Eventually, your questions were answered. Izuku exited the bathroom with a first-aid kit and... other things.

"Bandages? I'm not bleeding." You tilted your head a few times, trying to see what he'd come up with. Deku was surely one to know how to wrap wounds, so it couldn't have been anything outrageous.

"You were! It's important to keep it sealed, even if you aren't bleeding anymore." The reason this green-haired boy was panicking was unannounced to you, but in midst of his worry, he made a good point. Who knew what lurked in this hotel? An infection was the last thing you needed.

"Well... alright, Midoriya. How do you plan on helping this, though?" You asked, agreeing to let him help you. Izuku smiled wryly before pulling from behind him a... roll of toilet paper?

"The toiletries here aren't soft and crumbly. They're sort of like... paper. This can make a good temporary bandage when used correctly." His smile was unsure- almost as if he wanted you to fact-check him. You nodded to say you trusted him, but as for the quality of his information? Well, nobody knows.

"Okay... and how do you expect to get that to stick?" You could ask Sero- but, other than that, all options looked to be off the table.

"The first aid kit doesn't have gauze, but it does have some tape left! Skin-safe, of course!" His smile looked more sure now. It faded as he began to put together his makeshift bandaging. He looked focused as he wiped your skin clean with alcohol pads and waved them dry.

He seemed focussed- not on the process- but on keeping you comfortable. Izuku knew he had the ability to hurt you if he wasn't careful, because even though you'd felt fine before, you flinched each time he pressed around the cuts. They were not completely healed, after all.

"Normally, I'd tell you to go take a shower..." He spoke under his breath, tape holder securely between his teeth as he tore pieces to use. "But, because of how these are... I know it'll hurt if you do." Midoriya gently secured a large, doubled-over section of toilet paper to your side. He was right to say the texture was that of paper because you would surely hate to wipe with what he'd placed on you.

"But, shouldn't I shower anyway? We were training, and..." You tried to finish your sentence, but you couldn't quite bring yourself to when you noticed Izuku lost in thought. He was staring at your waist, your top moved with one of his hands as the other carefully ran across the 'bandaging' he'd just applied.

"Might need another layer..." He mumbled, not paying all too much attention to what you said- until you called him, that is.

"Izuku?" You leaned as close to eye level with him as you could and it startled him.

"Oh- sorry!" Whether it was his name or the sharp eye contact that drew his attention was unknown. What you did know was that he'd quickly backed away from you, unhanding your clothes and swiping your side a bit as he stumbled backward on the couch. You tried not to let him know it'd hurt, but you couldn't help the instinctual jolt away from him that followed. "Did I- oh no, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just scared I was making you uncomfortable and then you looked at me and you said my name and I got scared and..." He... was... mumbling to himself again.

"Midoriya, it's fine. I was just-" You attempted to calm him down, but he was too far gone. It appeared his stunt of focus was interrupted by his feeling of embarrassment. Maybe you should try his first name again? "...Izuku?" It worked! His muttering paused and he looked up at you. His expression was unreadable for a moment.

"You said it again..." He sat up and paused, clearly trying to deduce something. Was that seriously all it took to calm him down?

"Said... what?" You questioned, holding a hand to the throbbing pain on your midsection. He had a harder hit than you thought he would- especially for an accident. He must've really sought to keep a light hand before.

"My... name. I'm sorry if that sounds odd! It's just..." He looked away from you, not without glancing at the hand you held to your side. "Ever since Kacchan and I got to UA... Well, I guess I didn't realize people knew my name." That was true. Bakugo had given Izuku that nickname, and it spread like a rash. Midoriya was strong to have flipped it to be his hero name. Ever since then, no one had called him by anything but Deku or Midoriya.

"I hope I'm not crossing any lines by using it- it just seemed to capture your attention." Your response was direct and apologetic.

"It's not that," Midoriya shook his head. "I have no problem with it! It's just... new." He mustered another smile and met your eyes again. You quickly moved your hand but you knew he'd seen it. Your intention wasn't to make him feel bad! It just hurt, was all.

"Well, Izuku... how about we go to sleep? It's getting late," You tested him. His smile formed more properly this time!

"Yes, but I really should add another layer or two to that. I wouldn't want it to tear in your sleep." He was calm enough to say that without flustering himself. Perhaps the same focus he had earlier had returned? No, that wasn't it.

The look in his eyes as he carefully followed the same process he had before matched the look there was during training today. He wasn't just focused on helping you- he was in a hero's mindset. It would've been endearing had you not known about his crippling hero complex.

Nevermind that.

Once Izuku had finished putting a more cushiony layer over your midriff, he backed away to view what he'd done. He seemed proud of himself. Rightfully so! Because he'd truly done his best in this endeavor.

"This doesn't hurt, does it?" He moved the hand he'd used to hold up your top down to your waist, his second hand doing the same on the opposite side. Midoriya applied a gentle amount of pressure with both hands, and shockingly, it didn't hurt at all!

"Wow... it... doesn't-" You shook your head and looked down at his hands. It was a bit interesting- looking at him. He still resembled an entirely different state of mind as he sat there tending to you. After a couple more squeezes, though, your own mind wandered.

You attempted to fight it by taking a more literal view of things. You looked first at his arms. They were freckled splotchily. It was an interesting pattern in contrast to the multitude of horizontal scars on his hands. His hands... you couldn't quite see them. The fabric of your shirt had completely fallen over top of them as he continued to pressure check. This method of literal examination only worked for as long as you could focus on it, though. Once Izuku began gently dragging his hands up and down your midsection to check for sturdiness, that strategy was less effective.

"It's not slipping... I think you're good for tonight. Let me know... if it... gets..." As Midoriya lifted his head to make proper eye contact while he spoke, he noticed an all-too-familiar expression on your face. Heat had risen to your cheeks, and you were clearly averting your eyes from his own. Had he made you... nervous? He wasn't sure, but it seemed you were timid in comparison to earlier. Izuku slowly removed his hands from under your shirt and placed them on your knees, watching you closely. "Are you alright?" He asked, voice saturated in concern.

"I'm fine! Nothing's wrong." You brushed off his concern, though you were still twiddling around. "You said it seems alright?" You aimed to change the subject. It was time for bed anyway! Midoriya had to be exhausted from today's training, after all.

"Yes... I applied about as much pressure as a mattress would and you didn't flinch. I think you'll be alright to sleep," He nodded. Would you be able to get him back to his usual mindset any time soon? It was beginning to get uncomfortable– usually, Deku was the one getting flustered, but right now he was calm and you were the one stumbling over yourself.

All you could do was nod. Eventually, Midoriya backed away from you to allow you to change. It was just the break you needed. You walked into the bedroom with your bag and pulled out your bedclothes. You were met with a shock when you turned to put them on, though.

"That can't be right..." You said that louder than you'd meant to. Who wouldn't, though? This was a room for two people, wasn't it?

"Is everything okay in here?" Midoriya was approaching, but you didn't hear him entirely. You wished he'd knocked when he entered, though. Izuku walked in on you with your shirt hanging from your neck. You rushed to put it back on, slipping it onto your arms as he stepped forward.

"Only... one?" He questioned. It seemed he hadn't noticed you. It wasn't surprising because the two of you were confused about the same thing. Be it some twist of fate, or some odd plot device– the sight in front of you was absurd. There was only one bed.

"I'm sure this is a mistake. I mean, our room was on the wrong floor," You mentioned.

"You're right... but, I don't think we can do anything about it." Midoriya was shifting from foot to foot behind you. "I should sleep on the couch! You're injured, and I don't want you to get hurt any more than you are." The way he spoke was not that of his usual self. He still sounded like he was thinking tactically as opposed to how he normally would.

"No! I mean- no. Izuku, you can stay in here." You looked at the bed once again. There may have only been one- but it was huge! No reason for him to sleep on the couch at all. "Even so, what if I do get hurt? I'd rather you be here to help me." Were you doubting his toilet paper bandages?

...You were. You were doubting his toilet paper bandages.

"I-" Had you finally choked him up? Gotten at least some Midoriya-like response? You had! For once, you managed to make him think about the situation. You didn't know why, but for some reason, you were pleased by it.

"You..?" You prodded.

"Well! I suppose you may be right..." He was looking away from you now, rocking back and forth. You'd gotten him just as nervous as he'd had you. Midoriya was clearly trying to rationalize what you'd said. You were correct- his creation was his creation. If it tore or fell off, he would have to be the one to replace it. So it was settled. Midoriya would sleep on one end, you on the other.

You attempted to change your clothes once Izuku had left but soon noticed that would be more difficult than planned. When you attempted to lift your arms over your head, you felt a painful sting around you. You could hear his pacing around come to a stop when you audibly expressed distress. You'd just gotten your shirt off fine! Why was the wound hurting now?

Things began to make sense over time, though. You'd encountered a villain with no flashy or visible quirk– but they'd hit you with something unique to them. That kitty had claws, and it was looking like they'd hit you with a concealed weapon.

"Are you okay!?" Izuku rushed in soon after you'd realized what was going on. He sounded remarkably worried. Perhaps your cry of pain was louder than you'd thought...

"I'm fine... I think." You had to sit down. The more time that passed, the more painful things became. "I don't think that villain I fought had a mutant quirk..." You huffed, eyes watery. It was only downhill from here.

"Really? Did I jot it down wrong? What's happening?" He was frantic in his efforts to gather information. Midoriya sat down on the side of you that wasn't injured to avoid hurting you.

"The more... I move..." You were slowly growing out of breath. Were you panicking yourself? It felt as though maybe the venomous scratches raked harder with the rise and fall of your chest. "I don't know... I was fine until I tried to move my arms... maybe I did it too fast?"

"Oh no this is bad... the only time I've seen a quirk like this was..." No need to type out all of his panic-filled sentences. Long story short, he felt a bit responsible for your pain. You hadn't started hurting until he tried to fix it, after all.

"Izuku, I don't care." You began to steady your breathing so that you could talk to him properly, though you still sounded strained. "I just want to go to sleep, and I won't be able to get there on my own." If he really felt he was at fault, he'd likely oblige to helping you. You at least hoped he would, because the pain you felt only got worse when you attempted to care for yourself.

"Are you sure?" He sounded worried again now; not for you, but his skills. It was much like the worry he'd harbored while bandaging you. If he was not careful now, he could really hurt you. His ceaseless trembling made his unease all the more clear, and you all the more impatient.

"Hey- just think of it how you did last time. You know... like you're being a hero?" You mentioned his earlier attitude, and almost like a lightbulb had been lit, he changed his demeanor.

"I was acting like that? I'm sorry- I didn't notice." He stood up and stepped in front of you. "But, if it helped... I guess I could do it again." Izuku was visibly trying to switch attitudes again. It did not take long. Soon, he was mumbling things he noticed about the quirk's effect on you while looking for a place to start. Now, you felt the same hands that'd helped wrap you on your sides once again. This time, though, he was focused on your clothes.

"That's your pajama shirt over there, right?" He asked, voice wary. For a second you were unsure why.

"Yes, that's the one. Could you bring it to me?" You replied simply. If you kept a work-based mindset, it would help him maintain one as well.

"Of course! But, well... I guess what I'm trying to say here is that you shouldn't put it on on your own..." Though he was attempting to remain professional, he couldn't help the tint that covered his cheeks. This was embarrassing. "I'll look away! Only one of us needs to see for me to help you, right?" He was starting to let the fear seep through his voice. You brushed it off to save his pride.

You just nodded, assuming it'd work. It did work! Though you couldn't focus the entire time. Izuku ran his hands down the sides of your top, grabbing the bottom hem gently. He did his best not to bump into you or cause you to move more than you had to, knowing it'd be painful.

It was hard to get your arms up, but you did it for as long as you could while Midoriya slid off your day clothes and neatly fixed your bed shirt atop of you. Once he'd let it down, he helped you bring your arms down and laid you on the bed.

"I promise to stay close so you can call me if you need to. Only if you want to, that is! I don't know how long the effects of that quirk will last, so..." Whatever the effects were. It was a bit hard to tell. As you laid still, the pain from before began to subside. Sure enough, you were just fine to lay on the bed. Neither side of you caused trouble–

That is until you chose to remove the bottoms you'd been wearing. It was a tad warm with another person in bed, and you were under the covers anyhow. It shouldn't have mattered! Sadly for you, though, the last bit of stretch you needed to move them past your hips was too much for your body to handle. Perhaps the bend in your midsection was what caused the quirk to activate? Every time you moved your core, venomous stings prickled throughout your body. Izuku felt the sheets rustling and turned over to check on you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, sitting up on his forearm to look over you. You stopped moving, a wise decision, and cleared your throat to respond to him.

"Well, I was trying to get comfortable, and..." Your sentence trailed as you began to think this was nothing worth troubling him with. "It's nothing, Izuku. Just a little pain."

"Well, how can I help?" He sounded once again concerned, and you could feel him sitting up behind you.

"No ways you'd want to! Don't worry about it, really." You insisted, but he insisted harder. It took quite some time, but eventually, he broke you into telling him the issue. Midoriya was clearly rattled, but he also dispensed a strange look of determination. He did tell you he would be there to help you, and he was determined to live up to his word. A hero may be put in uncomfortable situations after all.

After a long list of questions asking for consent to help you with your... specific problem, he raised enough courage to scoot behind you and begin his assistance. What happened next nearly stunned you. Izuku did his best not to move you as he gently slid his left hand beneath your hips. He felt around for a moment, and you could almost hear him panicking when he couldn't find the top seem of your pants. He decided it'd be best to find the top using his other hand, and so shortly after you found his right hand slinking fingers around your waist and traveling down to your thigh.

Your face burned as he continued to feel around for your clothes. Eventually, he found what he thought to be the hook he was looking for. As he pulled and you shifted backward into  him to stop the fabric from moving, he realized he'd picked the wrong thing.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to- oh this is bad. I'm so so sorry, I didn't know that was there and I-" Boy was he good at talking. You shushed him quickly, though, feeling well enough to use your own hand to guid his down to where your bottoms really were. You attempted not to squirm as he carefully pulled them past your thighs and got them off of your feet.

"Thank you." You smiled, sporting a grateful expression. The both of you were thankful it was dark, because each of you had blushed faces due to what'd happened under the covers.

"You're very welcome." Deku sounded distant when he replied. He attempted to act as normal as possible, but the air in the room was thick enough to suffocate you. Today was eventful to say the very least.

"Hey, Izuku?" You called him, hoping you could surface his mind.

"Oh- yes?" He sounded attentive enough.

"Let's.. go to bed, yeah?"

"That... is a great idea."

In the stoic silence of your room you eventually found yourself drifting into sleep. Izuku hadn't moved his hands from around your waist when he brought them up from your legs. You were glad, because had he made any sudden movements in his startled state he would've done more harm than good. It wasn't like the position of his hands was uncomfortable, either. Soon enough, both of you were unconscious. It would be a shame if someone walked in that night... oh well. Not like they could find the room.

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My Week of Radical Transparency at a Chinese Business Seminar

“In transgressing the normal rules of social decorum, the teaching assistant set the tone for the rest of the class: This was a place where we were not only allowed but expected to be fully transparent...

Ray Dalio, Bridgewater's founder, had built his company around the idea of “radical transparency” and frequently evangelized for its adoption in other companies. Yet the notion of constantly giving your coworkers no-holds-barred feedback was considered so outlandish that Bridgewater was sometimes called a cult. For all our pretensions of being straight shooters, Americans don't really have the stomach for it. At least at the office...

Yet Chen's so-called improvement in the class left me unsettled. I couldn't help but think that, had those criticisms been leveled in the US, they would have felt tinged with sexism, and would have been received that way. Why shouldn't she command a room? Why shouldn't she wear the earrings she wanted to wear? We were forcing her to get a likability makeover of the sort that stifles women everywhere...

For all our obsession with self-help books and motivational videos, Americans often emphasize “feeling good” about ourselves; we pull off this delicate act by redefining our flaws as something to be embraced. Self-help exists to uplift. It traffics in empowering messages. It tells us that our only flaw is negativity. We must put positive energy out in the world, or celebrate our inner goddess.In China, the message is bleaker, but also more bracing: Of course you are flawed, and of course you want to fix those flaws. Suggestions to lose weight, comments on physical appearance, gender stereotypes, discussions of net worth, are not only commonplace, they're considered motivating exhortations. There's no expectation that society will change, so the responsibility is on you to get with the program.

Think your husband is having an affair with a younger woman? Hire a mistress dispeller to gain the woman's confidence or bribe her to break up the relationship. Aren't pretty enough? Get plastic surgery. Your parents are poor migrant workers without a hukou, a residency permit that allows you to access public benefits like school or health care in Beijing or Shanghai? Tough luck. Go out and make some money to buy your way in. There is no reinterpreting these facts. Competition is brutal, and the market is cruel...

Of course, viewing life as a series of market interactions—the labor market, the education market, the marriage market—and seeking to maximize your value within these markets exacts an emotional toll. I know because, to a certain extent, that was how I was raised. My parents put pressure on me to win music competitions, get into a top-ranked university, get a prestigious job. If I failed to do so, they seemed to believe, the world would look down on me. Early on in the course, one of the teaching assistants pointed out that in an exercise about our identities, I had listed things that I do or had done—gone to Harvard, worked as a Google engineer—and not things that I am. I brushed her off at the time, but she had touched a nerve. I was both a child of America and my parents' daughter. The American side of me said that my identity is intrinsic, independent of others. The Chinese side of me said that my identity exists as the sum total of others' perception...

She was arguing that the choice was neither to blindly follow my dreams nor to blindly chase financial security. Rather, there was a third path, one that would require creativity but might ultimately reconcile all my contradictory desires.”

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A brilliant article that resonates so hard with me. I was considering the messaging behind the BakuDeku ship as one that is reflective of Chinese upbringing - Deku starts out as a worthless piece of shit who deserves to get his ass handed to him and Bakugo is going to tough love beat him until he stops being a worthless piece of shit. When Deku becomes the hero he dreams of being, all of Bakugo’s “tough love” (*cough* abuse) is justified. (Chinese cultures use shame as a method of social control: ”If you don’t get into Harvard, you will disgrace our family, we won’t be able to show our faces in public, and you should just die from shame. You’re either the best or you’re worthless.”)

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When I first created this alter-ego, online moniker AULEL, the intention was to hide it from anyone I knew in real life, because it was to allow me to be the person I felt I couldn’t be due to various pressures and expectations. It was so I could liberate myself to make *anything*. Show what I’m making now to my MoMa PS1, award winning hoity toity architecture professors and they would laugh in my face. And that’s exactly what I wanted. Because I feel if I can do that, if I can embrace and outright celebrate what I feel ashamed about, then I’ll be ok with myself. I may not understand the stigma of embracing gayness in a straight world, but I understand how hard it is to not bow down to the one hierarchy I care most about, the one that defines my worth as an artist, the hierarchy that says I am legitimate if I aspire to stand next to Picasso in the canon, but I’m worthless if all I want to do is make anime porn for anime porn’s sake. 

The American in me says my value is intrinsic - hence where I forward the personal definition of value in art: “if it’s interesting to you, it’s good.” It isn’t the art gallery, critic, curator, dealer, buyer, audience, price tag, history that determines the value of the work of art. It is you, the artist. Don’t disempower yourself by willingly handing over what you deem valuable. Don’t let someone else decide that for you. You are not flawed, if is not you who needs to bend to the world, it is the world that needs to bend to you.

But my Chinese upbringing identity tells me I should spin my anime porn art as “pop surrealism” because that is my ticket to acceptance in the canon - that is the route to MoMa, Christie’s, Centre Pompidou, to fucking making art history. And if I have that, then I am valid. 

Mark Manson has a brilliant article on the ethical dilemma this poses:

“Or worse, we feel entitled to be extraordinary. When in reality, it’s just not viable or likely. For every Michael Jordan or Kobe Bryant, there are 10 million scrubs stumbling around parks playing pickup games… and losing. For every Picasso or DaVinci there have been about a billion drooling idiots eating Play-Doh and slapping around fingerpaints. And for every Leo Motherfucking Tolstoy, there’s a lot of, well, me, scribbling and playing at writer.

The Tyranny of a Culture of Exceptionalism:

So here’s the problem. I would argue that we have this expectation (or this entitlement) more today than any other time in history. And the reason is because of the nature of our technology and economic privilege.

Having the internet, Google, Facebook, YouTube and access to 500+ channels of television is amazing. We have access to more information than any other time in history.But our attention is limited. There’s no way we can process the tidal waves of information flowing through the internet at any given time. 

Therefore the only ones that break through and catch our attention are the truly exceptional pieces of information. The 99.999th percentile.

All day, every day, we are flooded with the truly extraordinary. The best of the best. The worst of the worst. The greatest physical feats. The funniest jokes. The most upsetting news. The scariest threats. Non-stop.Our lives today are filled with information coming from the extremes of the bell curve, because in the media that’s what gets eyeballs and the eyeballs bring dollars. That’s it. Yet the vast majority of life continues to reside in the middle.

It’s my belief that this flood of extreme information has conditioned us to believe that “exceptional” is the new normal. And since all of us are rarely exceptional, we all feel pretty damn insecure and desperate to feel “exceptional” all the time. So we must compensate. Some of us do this by cooking up get-rich-quick schemes. Others do it by taking off across the world to save starving babies in Africa. Others do it by excelling in school and winning every award. Others do it by shooting up a school. Others do it by trying to have sex with anything that talks and breathes.

There’s this kind of psychological tyranny in our culture today, a sense that we must always be proving that we’re special, unique, exceptional all the time, no matter what, only to have that moment of exceptionalism swept away in the current of all the other human greatness that’s constantly happening.

Yet we are not exposed to those years of practice. Or those hours of drab and failed footage. We’re merely exposed to each person’s absolute finest moment — possibly in their entire lives.

And then we watch this and forget about it within minutes. Because we’re onto the next thing. And then the next.

It’s an accepted part of our culture today to believe that we are all destined to do something truly extraordinary. Celebrities say it. Business tycoons say it. Politicians say it. Even Oprah says it. Each and every one of us can be extraordinary. We all deserve greatness.

The fact that this statement is inherently contradictory — after all, if everyone was extraordinary, then by definition, no one would be extraordinary — is missed by most people, and instead we eat the message up and ask for more. (More tacos, that is.)

Being “average” has become the new standard of failure. The worst thing you can be is in the middle of the pack, the middle of the bell curve.

I find this sort of thinking to be dangerous. Once you accept the premise that a life is only worthwhile if it is truly notable and great, then you basically accept the fact that most of the human population sucks and is worthless. And ethically speaking, that is a really dark place to put yourself.”

I admire the true avant-garde because the true avant-garde is not posturing egalitarianism or forwarding social good as a means to “jerk off one’s ego” to be immortalized in art history. The true avant-garde has the courage to give the middle finger to the numerous value/status hierarchies and truly fucking believe it. I’m not there yet, maybe I’ll never be. But I take consolation in thinking that whatever this inner struggle is... it allows me to truly know what facing down stigma/shame feels like. And that maybe brings me intrinsically, truly closer to being the avant-garde that I admire.

( also why I admire Bakugo - for his “unhinged zero fucks given attitude”. punk rocker!!! )

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Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

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Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

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The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

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You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

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After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

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“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

[blownbybakugou]

can request roommate bakugo with fem!reader where he catches her fucking a dildo and then they fuck 😁

Yeah Sure :).

Word Count: 729

Warnings: Nsfw, Dildo’s, degrading, Cussing, Bakugou’s huge cock, female reader, unprotected sex.

You slide all of the 6 inches into the depths of your pussy, moaning when it finally bottoms out. You were sweating underneath the thin blanket you had on top of you, and the bra you were wearing suddenly felt abnormally tight against your pert nipples.

You were glad that your roommate had left for the night, because you had been pent up all week due to his constant teases. Being the asshole he is, Bakugou would always find ways to make your panties soaked, with the most mundane things too. Like him trashing Deku, for example. The insults he said made you indescribably horny, even though they were no where near directed towards you. 

You pump the faux dick into yourself at a faster pace, imagining all the lewd things he would say to you if this was his cock. 

You had bought this toy, thinking of him. You saw it, and knew that it had to be his size. It looked so big, delicious, and therefore it made your thoughts wander to Bakugou. 

The tip of the silicon hit your g-spot when you accidently moved your wrist to the side, a desperate whine emitting from your throat at the pleasurable feeling it brought you. You repeated the supposed mistake and it caused the same effect, you you stuck to the new movement of thrusts. A obscene sound comes from the entering of the dildo, a one similar to that of slapping. And oh did it make the feeling that much more wonderful. 

You were so caught up in the feeling of the fake veins running up and down your pulsating walls that you didn’t hear the front door, nor the bedroom door shut.

“What’s going on here?” You hear a scruffy voice ask from the entrance of your room. You let the dildo hang in your pussy while you rose your hands to face him. “J-Just taking a nap!” You stammer, smiling nervously as you try to read his surprisingly blank expression.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, slut. I could hear your pathetic moans from the door.” He growls, walking over to your shivering form and ripping the blanket off of you to reveal the dildo that was still balls deep inside of you. He slowly removes the toy from your sopping wet cunt, and watches it come out with a pop. “Such a small dick you’re trying to fuck yourself with” He remarks.

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Like you’re any bigger” You scoff, cheeks still flushed. His eyes narrow in anger as he pulls his shorts down and removes his semi hard-on from his briefs. Your practically drool at the sight of his 8 inch cock hardening right before your eyes, and your hand subconsciously trails back down to you dripping pussy, that is, until Bakugou slaps it away. 

“No no no, you think you had it all in with that stupid 6 inch? I’ll make you beg for my cock every night once I fuck you.” He sneers, climbing atop of you.

His now fully erect dick lines up at your entrance and his eyes are looking deeply into yours with a taunting gleam, making your eyes dart the evident smirk on his mouth. He shoves into you with one harsh snap of his hips, and your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of being so full.

“I’m so much better than that stupid fucking flimsy thing you were using, aren’t I baby?” He groans, using your waist as leverage to fuck you on his cock. “Y-es! Your cock is better! The best c-cock!” You shrill mindlessly. “Damn straight.” He grunts, pistoning into you harder. You can already feel your orgasm coming on strong, your tongue lolling out as your pussy clenches around Katsuki’s girth. “Coming already baby? Such a fucking whore for me aren’t you?” He laughs, even though he is approaching his own release.

You finally feel the knot that had been building up inside of you snap, and your pussy contractions send Bakugou into the spiral of an early orgasm, his cum spurting into your tight cunny.

“We have got to do that again.” You pant, watching as your new lover remove his softening dick from you. “Well, you are mine now anyway. So it doesn’t fucking matter how many times we have sex, idiot.”

“Wait what-”

[lookotherway]

I think what confuses me about my hero is that bullying and abuse are taken very seriously in the story but somehow kidnapping/murder/terrorism/etc. are not? There’s no emotional impact for the victims who die or suffer from lov unlike there is to deku getting bullied or rei and shouto being abused. Not even shouto cares that he’s almost murdered. The closest we get is the families of dabi’s victims speaking out but we never get to see it. I really wonder why.

i guess because the author set it up that if kidnapping, murder or terrorism occurred and there're innocent dead, it would be the authorities' fault, or specifiedly in this case, the Pro Heroes' fault; and focuses solely on it.

my friend once told me this: A stain on white shirt is more eye-catching than a stain on black shirt. if killer, kidnapper, terrorist do their job successfully, it would be the heroes' fault for not fast enough or not careful enough, not good enough; as we've seen in Bakugo's kidnapping arc. it's funny how Tomura pointed it out in this arc then some arcs later he actively blames the entire Hero industry for unfortunate things happened to the villains. a city was destroyed when LOV battled Meta Liberation Army, resutled as the media praising brave civilians yet concerning about the Heroes’ irresponsibility for letting that disaster occured. another disaster, Paranormal Liberation arc, civilians once again condemn the Heroes.

they bullied and abused someone in the past, yes, their fault. but disasters? still because of them. it's always a Hero's fault for not being ‘hero’ enough.

things like that happen in real life too, so i guess Horikoshi just tries to make his manga more real? he’s good at writing realistic details, like how the children’s behaviors reflect their upbringings. but then he also wants the villains to be kind of right in their reason so he has to squash the hero side lower so readers would feel less possitive about them.

on this instance, i don't like Stain's ideal (i kind of ok with his character, but not his ideal) because such ideal dehumanizes Pro Heroes, that Heroes have to be strong to stand against any trauma, have to be perfect from inside out and outside in, have to have a 200% success rate, have to be mary sue and gary stu, be power machines because only senseless machines that won't possess a slightlest thought about themselves while working for human. that kind of ideal is ‘everything-or-nothing’ kind of ideal and it’s very dysfunctional.

and the thing is: even without Stain, a similar mindset already transpired among the Heroes. Nana sent her son away and fought a suicide battle. Aizawa went solo against dozen villains because behind him is his students. Endeavor told Bakugou “if you aren’t fast enough, what lost is someone’s life.” and was hurt to the point he almost dropped his career only to get up again because people need him. Hawks accepted a long and dangerous mission for a better chance, almost wingless, heavily injured but still running around like the fast chicken he’s bc the world is in chaos while he’s sleeping. Best Jeanist be like “hey you killed me and i just died for like, half a year, but it’s ok i’m up!” and coming straight to the battle while his body felt like a disstressed denim. 

there are heroes, albeit not entirely and loudmouthedly, whose existence revolving around the safety of the ones-to-be-protected, even if each of them performs it in different way and different form, surpassed their own limits and gave up many things they have every right not to, then passed it to their successors. that’s what ‘hero’ means, to give, to sacrifice. the only difference is some of them do ask for something back instead of all giving.

it’s just that All Might took such mindset to another level, became the absolute standard of Hero, then Stain took it to a reverent level, deeming the Heroes aren’t sacrificing enough.

[illegal-spiegel]

Earwig

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki  Genre: nsfw themes Warnings: there is only talk of sex, not the actual act  Summary: After a grueling day of practice, the girls start talking about which of the boys they think would be the best at sex Word Count: 4.6k A/N: Characters are aged up!! I said Tsu is asexual because I didn’t see her wanting to have sex with any of them. I am not in the LGBTQ+ community, so if I said something wrong, please let me know! I don’t want to offend anyone! 

Part 2

“Jeez, Mr. Aizawa worked us to the bone,” Uraraka whines, walking over to her locker. You walk over to your respective one, a giggle slipping past your lips. Tsu turns to look at you, a ribbit coming from her before she speaks.

“(Y/n), why are you laughing? Aren’t you just as, if not more, tired than all of us?” she asks worriedly. She has a point, you were up there with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku. Plus, you’re a female. Because of this, Mr. Aizawa thinks he has to push you even harder to help you improve and to show everyone that being a woman has nothing to do with how powerful you are. There are still some pretty sexist people that target heroes for whatever reason. You understand his reasons but sometimes you just wish you had some sucky quirk so you wouldn’t leave training with so many bruises.

“I think he needs to get laid,” you joke, shocking all of the other girls. Jiro instantly starts to laugh, nodding her head as she starts to take off her training clothes.

“I actually think you’re right. When do you think his last time was?” she replies playfully once her laughter dies. Yaoyorozu quickly cuts in before you can reply to Jiro.

“We shouldn’t talk about our sensei in such a way,” she says seriously. You roll your eyes a bit with a snort, raising your brow.

“Why? It’s just us girls. It’s not like he’ll ever know,” you reply, unzipping your jacket to reveal your undershirt. She squints her eyes to glare at you, letting you know she’s serious. “Fine, fine, fine. We won’t talk about him,” you cave. You then smirk evilly before deciding to ask about someone else. Or should you say multiple someones?

“Alright then. Who out of the boys do you think is the best at sex?” Yaoyorozu chokes at the question, her entire face going pink.

“Ugh, Mr. Aizawa is so mean! Did you see (Y/n)’s breasts when she took off her jacket? Her tank top was so low! But, of course, Mr. Aizawa just had to end the fight right there!” Mineta cries as he walks into the boys’ locker room. Kaminari lets out a heavy sigh as he lifts his hands up, his palms facing the ceiling.

“Don’t even bring up that travesty,” he cries right along with him. Iida scoffs at them before hitting them both on the back of the head.

“Don’t talk about a lady in such a way!” he shouts before walking over to his locker, unzipping his jacket. The two boys pout and walk over to their respective lockers just like the other boys.

“Yeah, that’s not very manly,” Kirishima chimes in. The shorter of the two perverts goes to reply when they hear roaring laughter next door. All the boys go silent at this. Mineta being—well, himself—walks over to the wall separating the boys and girls.

“What do you think they are laughing about?” he asks as he reaches the wall, putting his ear to it. His eyes then go wide as a Cheshire grin stretches across his face. “Wait I can hear them! They are talking about Mr. Aizawa!” he whisper-shouts. The other pervert quickly comes over and presses his ear to the wall to listen in as well.

“I think (Y/n) is saying he needs to get laid,” he says quietly before laughing. This piques most of the boys' interests. Koda, Sato, Tokoyami, Sero, and Shoji would rather not get wrapped up in their funny business and decide to hurry up before leaving the locker room. Kirishima and Aoyama come over to the vast wall to also listen though.

“C’mon, guys. That’s weird. Leave the girls alone,” Deku says, walking over to them to try and pull them away. None of them budge though, and some even push him away.

Iida quickly comes over to help him, his ears red at what the girls are discussing. “Get away from the wall! I’m serious! This is evading their privacy!” Iida shouts, not bothering being quiet. Kaminari quickly stands up straight and slaps a hand over his mouth, looking to Mineta to see if they’ve been caught. The short boy smirks and puts his thumb up to let him now that they haven’t been.

Iida starts to struggle against the lightning-fast boy, grumbling and grunting against his hand. Before anyone can do anything else though, the boys against the wall are gasping. This causes the rest of the boys to look over at them. “(Y/n) just asked who of the boys would be best at sex,” Mineka mumbles.

Now, this perks Bakugo’s interest. He didn’t care before but now he does. It would obviously be him. He’s the most powerful and good looking out of the bunch. He drops his shirt and comes over to the wall shirtless, pressing his ear to the wall. This causes Deku’s jaw to drop as he stares at him.

“You too, Kacchan?” he whisper-shouts in disbelief. He didn’t want them doing this but if the boys were caught, he’d probably be roped right in with the rest of them.

“Shut it, nerd,” he growls before focusing on the girls’ voices. Ojiro is a little interested in the conversation going on but only for one reason. Until she’s brought up, he won’t give them any attention and will just focus on changing.

Todoroki stays right where he is but can’t help to be a little intrigued. He doesn’t want the boys to know that though, so he stays facing his locker, but if anyone were to look over at him, they would notice that his movements have significantly slowed down.

Hagakure snorts, your eyes moving to her floating clothes. Well, they aren’t actually floating but they look like they are, seeing as how she’s invisible. “Cmon, seriously? Talking about Mr. Aizawa wasn’t enough for you?” she teases. You laugh and stand, pulling your sweats down your legs.

“What can I say? I’m thirsty,” you joke, grabbing your school uniform from your locker.

“Alright then, you go first, Miss Horny,” Mina teases, pulling her undershirt off of her sweaty body. You purse your lips and raise your brow at her, shaking your head a bit.

“Why do I have to go first? I asked the question. Why don’t you go first?” you quip. At this, her cheeks fill with color.

“But that’s so embarrassing!” she whines. You chuckle and shake your head, pulling your skirt up your legs.

“It’s not like they’ll ever know,” you reassure. You watch her slowly give in before seeing the gears turn inside her head as she thinks.

“Okay, um…” she trails off as she thinks, holding her shirt in her hands. “Kirishima?” she asks more than says. The other girls giggle at how embarrassed she is. You nod your head with a hum, thinking it over for a moment.

“I can see that. He’s always going on about how manly everything should be. I think he’d be the kind of guy to put your pleasure before his own,” you explain, picking up your towel to wipe up the sweat that beaded down between your breasts.

While the girls were talking, Iida had given up on trying to stop them and went back to getting undressed and into his uniform. Since he’s given up, Kaminari presses himself back to the wall. Deku didn’t know what to do and just stood in the middle of the locker room.

At your and Mina’s words, Kirishima pulled away from the wall and started to do a happy dance. The other boys roll their eyes at him, the three not against the wall very confused to why he’s dancing.

“Why is he dancing?” Deku asks, watching Kirishima act like a dork. Mineta pouts as he turns his eyes to look at him with envy.

“Mina just said that he’d be the best at sex,” he whines quietly. Deku’s eyes widen at his response, his heart starting to think about what Uraraka will say. Everyone’s eyes move to Bakugo when he scoffs, a scowl coming to his face. Some of the boys go to tease him when Aoyama chimes in.

“She’s clearly delusional. Poor mon cheri,” he says, still focusing his attention on the girls.

“She is not,” Kirishima defends, stopping his dance to come over to the wall again.

“Okay, someone else’s turn,” you chime in. At this, all of the other girls look away from you with a blush. You look around at them and grin when you look at Jiro.

“Jiro! Thank you for volunteering!” She scoffs at your words, facing her locker as she continues changing.

“Kaminari,” she replies, sounding unfazed. You know her better than that though and just know she’s beyond embarrassed.

You hum and nod your head just like you did before, thinking the name over. “I could see that,” you start just as you did before, “I mean, if you’re into pain or just want to feel something shocking, pun intended, he could bring some of his electricity to his hands.”

Jiro turns her head to raise a brow at your words, starting to laugh at you a bit. “Seriously? Are you a masochist or something? That’s not where my train of thought went,” she teases. You laugh at her words, seeing the other girls giggle along with Jiro.

“I’m just saying. If your partner’s quirk can be used in bed, you should do it,” you finish with your explanation. You think for another moment before a new smirk creeps up onto your face. “I’m surprised you’d say him, Jiro. You’re always teasing and poking fun at him,” you tease, knowing good and well that she likes him.

She turns back around but you didn’t need her facing you for you to know she’s blushing. “Who’s next?” she asks, wanting to get the attention off of herself.

Now Kaminari is the one who pulls away from the wall to do a happy jig. The boys, once again, roll their eyes at this. “This is so lame,” Mineta complains but makes no move to get away from the wall.

“Aww, she’s delusional too,” Aoyama coos, feeling bad for the girl.

“You can say that again,” Bakugo mumbles.

“You all are disgusting perverts who don’t belong in class 1-A,” Iida claims, grabbing his bag and going to leave. This is when most of the boys against the wall smile evilly.

“Someone just said your name,” Mineta singsongs.

“Which is just absurd,” Aoyama adds.

Iida pauses in his spot, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “Who?” he asks quietly, his face growing red.

“Come listen to find out,” Kaminari snaps before shushing everyone to go back to listening. Iida sighs and slowly walks over to the wall before pressing his ear to it. He feels so dirty for listening to this but they’re talking about him in such a derogatory way! He deserves to know what is being said about him!

Deku is honestly surprised that Iida gave in so easily and is now listening in on the girls with the rest of them. He turns his eyes to Todoroki who is still changing. At least he’s being respectable of the girls.

“Okay, Yaoyorozu. Your turn!” you happily squeal at Jiro’s question, deciding to remove your undershirt altogether since it’s soaked with sweat. She scoffs and shakes her head.

“There’s no way I’m participating in this conversation.” You pout and start to move towards her with round eyes.

“C’mon! It’s just us girls! We won’t tell anyone!” you promise. You smile when she huffs and goes quiet, thinking about her answer longer than the other girls did.

“Iida,” she says softly, a ruby red blush on her cheeks. Your eyes widen at this, your response coming out a bit rushed.

“Wait, what? Seriously?” you ask unbelievingly. She scoffs violently and starts to glare at you.

“What? You agree with their answers but not mine?” she snaps, offended. Your eyes widen even more at her attitude before shaking your head.

“No! No, of course not! I get why you said Iida! He’s incredibly smart and I’m sure he knows basically everything there is to know about the human body. He’d be able to please someone in his sleep!” you reassure with a grin. Yaoyorozu relaxes at this and feels herself smile a bit.

“That’s what I was thinking. I’m not sure if I would personally want to have sex with him but out of the dumbos in our class, he’d be the best, I think,” she further explains her answer.

Iida is beyond red at this. You two think this about him? That’s so embarrassing!

“Nice, Iida,” Kirishima congratulates and pats his back. Deku is, once again, confused and asks what was said. Mineta huffs and explains what you two said before declaring, “If you want to know so badly what is being said, just come listen!”

Deku shakes his head and blushes, trying to not imagine what’s on the other side of the wall. “No way! I agree with what Iida said earlier! That’s invading their privacy!” he complains, crossing his arms over his chest. Mineta goes to reply when Bakugo steps in.

“Oh yeah? Then I guess you don’t want to know what pink cheeks is about to say,” he basically growls. And just like that, Deku’s resolve disappears into nothingness as he walks over to the wall to listen in.

“Alright, Uraraka! You’re up next!” Her eyes widen to the size of saucers as she shakes her head, the darkest blush yet crawling up her neck to spread across her face.

“No way! That’s beyond embarrassing! I’d rather die by the hands of a villain!” she says dramatically. You snort at this, picking up your button-up shirt to slip your arms through.

“Oh, c’mon, Uraraka! We all know who you are going to say!” you tease, throwing your tie at her. She scoffs a bit and shakes her head, putting her hands to her face to attempt to hide herself.

“I wasn’t going to say Deku!” she argues. Her hands fly away from her face with a gasp before quickly slapping back to her mouth. You smirk evilly and raise a brow at her.

“Oh, Deku? He wasn’t at all who I was thinking,” you start sarcastically. “Why would I say him? It’s not like you have the fattest crush the size of the earth on him or anything.” She huffs again, shaking her head violently which causes her brown hair to fly around her head.

“It’s not that big!” she denies, but she made a mistake.

“Oh? So, you don’t deny you like him then. It must be bigger than that then. How about the sun?” you tease. She shakes her head, a pout coming to her face.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Lighten up on the poor girl!” Hagakure says as she comes over to Uraraka to, what you assume, comfort her. You sigh and put your hands up in defeat.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying this because I know he likes you too,” you reassure the flustered girl. She looks back over to you with a frown, reaching up to play with her hair.

“That’s not true. He’s so strong and powerful! He could end up getting any girl he wanted!” she argues. You hum in disagreement as you shake your head.

“He couldn’t get me,” you argue. She goes to say something when Jiro also speaks up her opinion.

“Not me either. I see him as a kid. He’s so pure,” she agrees with you. After that, all the girls start chiming in.

“He has too much of a babyface for me,” Mina adds.

“I basically see him as a little brother,” Yaoyorozu says.

“Midoriya isn’t my type,” Hagakure voices.

You all then look at Tsu, your brow raising at her. “Well, I obviously don’t like him like that. I’m asexual. I don’t want to think about having sex with any of them. I’m just here to listen,” she explains. You laugh at her words and then turn to Urarake who is still frowning.

“Well, obviously none of you like him because you know that I do,” she says quietly. To reassure her more, you decide to add a bit more.

“Also not true. He’s too short for my liking,” you say a bit playfully. They know you’re not shallow enough to decide to like someone or not based on their height alone but you were just trying to make her feel better.

“He’s perfect to me,” she whispers, blushing as she stares down at her uniform.

All of the boys are shocked to hear this declaration of feelings, slowly turning to look at Deku. He’s as red as humanly possible, his body shaking a bit. Most of the boys start to quietly cheer for him and pat him on the back. They all know how much he likes her, so they are happy to hear that she likes him back, even if they all already knew this since it’s so obvious.

“This is getting super lame. Everyone in there is stupid,” Bakugo growls, angry that Deku gets the girl of his dreams while his is blabbering about everyone else being good at sex except for him.

They go back to listening when the girls move on to the next girl.

“Hagakure, your turn. Yours is also pretty obvious,” you say, finishing with your buttons on your shirt. You can only assume she’s blushing by how hard she’s stuttering.

“No, it’s not,” she stutters out.

You snort and walk over to pick your tie up off the floor. “Oh? So, you’re telling me you don’t like Ojiro?” you coo teasingly. Her sleeves move inward, letting you know she’s playing with her hands.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. The world will never know,” she replies quickly.

“Right, right. You two should just go out already,” you tease.

Everyone now congratulates Ojiro on his girl confessing her feelings. He’s been quiet this entire time and was honestly only here to hear her response to the question. “C’mon, guys. She didn’t even confirm she likes me,” he basically whines.

“Girls teasing another girl about a ‘possible’ crush means she likes you,” Kaminari reassures, patting his back last. Ojiro blushes and covers his face before focusing back on changing. He’s heard who he wants to hear from.

Bakugo hasn’t though and he’s about to lose his mind. ‘I swear on everything if she says Deku or Todoroki, I’m going to kill him,’ Bakugo snidely thinks.

Todoroki went as slow as he could but now he’s fully dressed in his uniform and is just standing in front of his closed locker. Why did you have to go last? He just wants to hear your answer, act unbothered when you don’t say him, and then leave.

He turns towards the door with an almost silent sigh, deciding he’ll skip the first two steps and go right to the last step. He’s almost to the door when Mineta gasps and calls out to him quietly.

“Todoroki! Come here!” he whisper-shouts, waving him over violently. Todoroki sighs and walks over to the short male, eyes going wide when the boy tugs him forward and pushes him against the wall.

“What-” Todoroki goes to question the bubble-head when said bubble-head shushes him and presses his ear to the wall again.

“Okay, (Y/n). We all went,” Mina says with a smirk.

“Yeah, no more stalling,” Jiro teases.

You snort and raise your brow up at the two. “Seriously? You think that I had to wait for you all to go to figure out my answer?”

Yaoyorozu raises a brow at this, starting to tie her tie as she speaks. “You already know your answer?” she asks incredulously. You smile widely and nod your head, standing and leaning against the closed locker next to yours as you start to tie your tie.

“Of course I do. You all are delusional if you don’t have one of two answers,” you joke. You pause for dramatic effect, the girls starting to whine and groan their complaints when you don’t say your answer.

“Todoroki,” you singsong his name, looking around at all of their reactions. You giggle as they process this information and slowly agree.

“Makes sense. He is one of the most powerful,” Yaoyorozu says slowly. You grunt and shake your head, laughing a bit.

“No, no, no. You’re looking at it all wrong.”

“What? But earlier you said-”

“Forget what I said! Have you seen that man? For one, he’s beyond fine. Two, he basically has more than one quirk! Temperature play, anyone?” The girls are amazed at how open and honest you’re being. Then again, at the same time, it’s not all that surprising.

After this is said, many things happen at once. The boys start congratulating Todoroki, Mineta starts crying all over again, Todoroki is beyond shocked and is a dark shade of red, and Bakugo decides to attack Todoroki.

“I’ll kill you, you bastard!” he screams, his hands starting to spark to life. Everyone gapes at his outburst and watches him lunge himself at Todoroki, a small explosion coming from his hand. Luckily, Todoroki’s quick reflexes allow him to block this with a wall of ice.

“Calm down,” Todoroki says calmly, his brows furrowed. Did Bakugo like you? Is that why he’s so upset?

“Wait! Bakugo! She said one of two answers! The other might be you!” Kirishima tries to calm him, grabbing him by his arms and pulling him away from the calm man. Bakugo pants heavily, smoke practically pouring from his nostrils.

“Oh! Wait! She did!” Mineta says quickly before the angry man can reply. Bakugo instantly shoves Kirishima off of him and walks back over to the wall.

You all pause when you hear Bakugo scream, your eyes going to the wall separating you all. All of the girls don’t even blink before returning back to the conversation. It’s not like it’s unusual for Bakugo to declare something like that.

“Wait, you said one of two options?” Mina asks. You hum and nod your head, pointing at her.

“Ah, yes I did. Good catch. The other is Bakugo,” you confirm. This makes the other girls confused and start to giggle.

“Really?”

“Seriously? That hot head?”

“Yes! C’mon, think about it!” you say cheerfully.

“I am and I wish I didn’t.”

“I’d rather not.”

You groan and roll your eyes, pushing off of the lockers. “You’re not thinking about the bigger picture! With his ego, he has to be packing, right? Plus, his quirk could also be used in bed. Imagine if he spanked you.” The other girls either giggle or gag to tease you, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re all simple-minded cretins,” you tease jokingly, making them all scoff and start throwing whatever they can at you.

“You’re the one that’s being gross! You chose two!” Uraraka squeals accusingly before laughing.

“You apparently didn’t even have to think about it,” Yaoyorozu continues before giggling herself.

You snort a bit and give a nod, picking up your bag from inside of your gym locker to look around for your perfume. “Of course I already know. Not only is it obvious but I think about it all day, every day,” you joke. The girls laugh some more, a smile stretching across your face.

“Since you’re so open and honest, what would you want them to do to you?” Jiro asks, making you raise your brow.

“I’ll share because I’m not even going to bother asking you all the same thing because all of you are too embarrassed to share.” They scoff or grumble their annoyances, going quiet when you start to speak again.

“Listen, ladies. Bakugo is a hot-head, yes. But he’s also hot,” you start making the girls gag some more. “Oh, whatever. Like y’all don’t think he’s hot too. Now, shush and listen.” You take a drink of your water bottle before continuing.

“I think because of his anger issues, he’d be hot-headed in bed too. I think he’d also be into rougher things because of that. Also, with his ego, he’d degrade his partner without hesitation, seeing them as a lesser,” you explain, practically starting to drool at the thought of it, to which they all notice.

“(Y/n), you’re drooling,” Hagakure teases with a giggle. You roll your eyes and wack her arm, seeing as how it’s the only thing you can see on her upper half that you could hit besides her back.

“Don’t interrupt. Now, I haven’t answered your question yet, Jiro. So, because of what I said before, there are plenty of things I’d want him to do to me. Some things I think he’d be more than happy to use on me are: degrading, choking, BDSM, spanking-”

“Okay, (Y/n), we get it. You two are gross.”

“You really think he has harder kinks?” Mina asks curiously. You scoff and nod your head, a grin still stretching across your face.

“How could I be wrong? You know the guy,” you reply, putting your perfume back after spritzing some onto you. You then grunt and take your deodorant back out, deciding you should probably apply another layer of deodorant.

All the guys listen intently, jaws becoming slack at how open you are. All of them at least have some sort of blush on their face. Bakugo, on the other hand, is grinning darkly, excitement fluttering in his stomach. You already know that side of him so well and you haven’t even seen it before. God, he wants to get his hands on you now. He’s half-hard just thinking about it.

“Is that true, Kacchan?” Deku asks softly, looking at him with a dropped jaw. Bakugo instantly wipes his grin off and sneers at him.

“How about you mind your own business,” he snarls.

“Well, that’s only one of them. What about Todoroki?” Yaoyorozu asks curiously. You grin wickedly at her question, rubbing your hands together.

“Listen, that man is quiet but I bet when you get him going, he’ll start spewing all sorts of deliciously dark things,” you practically purr, your eyes lighting up. The other girls blush at this, trying to get the image out of their head. They aren’t blind; they can clearly see how attractive the man is.

“So, I think he’s the type of guy to just kind of go with the flow unless you really get him going. I bet he’d let you do pretty much anything you wanted as long as you’re good. If you’ve been acting like a brat though, or purposefully make him jealous, or something, then he’d snap and would go hard,” you explain, a faraway, dreamy look coming to your eyes.

“Wow, thanks for that image,” Uraraka says sarcastically.

Todoroki’s eyes go wide at your words, a cherry red blush spreading across his whole body. His blood is also going to a place that it shouldn’t be going right now.

“So, she thinks that he’s a mellow softie unless something happens? Then, he turns into a hardcore dom afterward?” Kaminari asks softly. They listen to you finish up your conversation and then leave the locker room, giggling and teasing each other on your way out.

They pull away from the wall to look at Todoroki, who appears to be glued to the wall. “Well, is she right?” Kaminari asks curiously. Todoroki snaps out of it when he’s addressed, opting to stay quiet and silently stand there.

“Aww, lame.”

“No fair! None of them said me!” Mineta sobs.

“It makes sense they didn’t say you. But why did none of them say moi?” Aoyama cries. The boys talk about that exciting moment they just experienced while Bakugo and Todoroki stand by the wall in silence.

“Oi, half and half. C’mere,” Bakugo calls quietly enough to draw him over to him without alerting the others. Todoroki raises a brow and slowly walks towards him, apprehensive that Bakugo will attack him again.

“Listen, I have an idea.” 

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MASTERLIST

Part 2

Again, characters are aged up!! Let me know what you think of this!! Reblog if you liked it!!

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[mythiccheroacademia]

—the little things they love about you pt.2

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 <𝟛 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖

part one

Ashido Mina: 

you randomly bust out dance moves and mina thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world bc you’re her dancing king/queen!

you’re the eptiome, “well now that’s done, you wanna see my renegade?” and you’ll proceed to do it

you best believe she joins you every time

you could be in the middle of giving a presentation or something, and as you wait for the slide to load, you’ll start moving your head side to side 

sometimes, when bakugo is cussing you out, you’ll just start doing a tiktok dance to the beat of his voice just to piss him off 

mina: your hand in marriage, ma’am/sir

Kirishima Eijirou:

it’s so cliche but he loves your laugh

whether it’s loud, soft, choppy, smooth, wild, timid he loves it all

his heart beats a little faster every time the sound comes out of your lips bc he knows, in that moment, you’re genuinely happy

kiri can’t help but laugh along with you, staring at you w more adoration than he could admit

let him be the reason you laugh and he’ll just combust w pride

if he can keep you freely laughing as much as you do, he’d be the happiest man on earth

Yaoyozoru Momo: 

she tells you to stop doing it all the time, but truthfully, the way you bite your lip drives momo crazy

one bc you keep bruising your lips and it freaks her out when your lips start randomly bleeding

she doesnt want you hurt!

and two bc you looks so cute and attractive when you do it and it makes! her! feel! things! (jirou teases her all the time about it and it’s so embarrassing)

it’s more of a habit for you when you think really hard or an indicator that you’re nervous 

the only time momo doesnt get flustered over it is when she says something sweet about you and you roll your eyes, biting your lip in embarrassment bc she knows when you tell her to stop with all of that, you don’t really mean it

Kaminari Denki:

denki loves the way you go to grab his arm 

there’s not much of a reason why you do it sometimes other than to have physical contact w your bf

and it’s a very normal gesture, but it puts denki on cloud nine every time 

he’s not used to people being so touchy and clingy with him, it’s usually the opposite way around. he feels like he’s the one people try and protect

but with you, you give him a chance to be the protector and he values that sm bc he’d put everything on the line for you

it’s second nature to you, but kaminari feels like he can conquer the world with you at his side

Midoriya Izuku:

there’s something about the way you look at him when he speaks that makes his heart race

izuku grew up with a lot of...weird habits. he mumbles a lot, he’s always in his head, and he did a few other things that made people dismiss him growing up

bc of this, not many people paid attention to him when he spoke

so when you sit there, look him in his face, and give him your undivided attention, it makes this cute little broccoli so flustered bc???

you really wanna listen to what he says? you’re not like, bored of him?

it’s common decency you tell him, but deku didnt have a lot of that done to him growing up

he really grateful that you just listen to him despite all his quirks. he loves you so much more every day bc of it

Todoroki Natuso: 

natsu loves how expressive your hands are 

he’s never met anyone who could display emotion w your hands like you do. when you talk, you make gestures that he can’t help but laugh at 

for instance, you’ll rant about something needing to stop and make an “X” with your hands 

he’ll raise a brow and slowly imitate you as you keep talking and once you realize he’s lowkey making fun of you, you’ll get flustered and flick him off

but w that, he enjoys the way you use your hands when your words aren’t enough. like when he’s too far to speak to, but you make a heart and mouth “i love you”

his friends get on him about how corny it is, but he always does it right back

Iida Tenya: 

iida loves when you drag your hands across any part of his body 

he get’s stressed easily, so it’s very soothing when you silently rub your hands up and down his back until he can think straight 

he especially loves the moments he lets himself relax under your hands as you run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp

tenya can’t help but let his eye lids fall close and listen to the sound of your breathing 

he never allows himself to have moments bc, to him, there’s something he should be doing

but you’re always there to remind him to breathe and relax, and he absolutely cherises you for being his peace

Aizawa Shouta:

you scrunch your nose all the time and shouta can’t help but think, “cute”

if something happens and you don’t like it, you���ll squeeze your face and shrink your nose 

or if you can’t see someting, you narrow your eyes and your nose will naturally scrunch up along with it

shouta hasnt mentioned it much, but he’ll just look at you from the side and chuckle

you look like the cutest kitten to him 

on the outside, he looks very nonchalant about it. but on the inside, he’s swearing to every deity in the sky that he’ll protect your adorable face w his life

[bakugohoex]

Heyheyheyy, just binged your blog and can I just say I'm in LOOOVE with your writing style?? Like it's so unique and nicely detailed muahhh thank you for all of your hard work. Anyways, I was thinking of a todoroki fic where he has a crush and really likes them/her(??) And he wants to get closer to them but he doesn't know how because he's socially awkward blepp, so it's jus him trying again and again to get his crush's attention BUT PLEASE MAKE IT SO HE DOES GET THEIR ATTENTION IN THE END AHA

”i thought you hated me”

pairing: shoto todoroki x female reader

cw: fluff, slight angst, kissing, language

word count: 3100+

a/n: hi thank you so much for the support anon, it means a lot, hope you enjoyed this

summary: in which todoroki has a crush on you, and whilst trying to get closer to you his social awkwardness kicks in, making it harder and harder to not mess up whilst talking to you, but in the end he finally confesses after a whirlwind of a week

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Monday.

The wind rushed past your skirt, you could almost feel it lift up, quickly bringing your hands to stop it from flashing anybody. Todoroki noticed after walking with Midoriya to class, you were with Ururaka talking about what you wanted to do next Sunday. His eyes gazed at your palms pushing against the fabric, he felt a cool wind come and knew the back of your skirt would lift up. He walked a bit quicker, Midoriya barely noticing as he spoke, before he was just beside you.

“Hey Y/n.” Midoriya noticed you and Ururaka, he went past Todoroki and went to talk to the girl. You mumbled a hey back before gazing at Todoroki, his eyes concentrated and piercing at how your hands tried to straighten out the skirt.

“Hi Todoroki.” You smile about to wave at him, even though the two of you were close enough that a wave was unnecessary.

He took his blazer off, tilting your own head in confusion at the action, “here.” He passed it to you but even then, you were till puzzled by the action, “wrap it a…around you, the wind might lift your s…skirt up.”

He scratched the back of his head, you smiled at his instruction, wrapping the blazer that smelt of him. It was always a sort of fresh crisp air in the early mornings of December and a fire blazing in a forest type of scent. It engulphed your nose, thanking the boy before trying to make conversation, “last night was tiring deciding roles for the festival.”

“Yeah, it should be a good stress reliever, you’re dancing aren’t you.” Your heart warmed at him remembering what you were going to do.

You were about to say the thing but Kirishima and Denki had come up to you both and started conversing with you two, the blazer still wrapped around your waist. You missed talking to just him and he seemed to want to talk to you, well that’s what you thought. He wouldn’t have come up to you or offered the blazer if he didn’t want to spend time with you.

Arriving at the classroom, you undid the blazer, watching Todoroki go straight to his seat. You held it tightly in your hands, “thank you again for letting me use it.”

“Of course, you can keep it.” You gave a confused look.

You spoke deadpanned, “It’s your school blazer.”

“I…I…” Before he can say anything, you had heard Aizawa come in and rushed to your own seat.

Todoroki began to think what the actual fuck is wrong with him, you can keep it, it was a fucking school blazer not a pen, he put his head in his hands looking down. This wouldn’t be the first time this week he’d say something that came off a bit weirder than usual but even then, his stuttering and social awkwardness was kind of cute.

Tuesday.

You were at lunch the next time you saw Todoroki; he had spent the whole night thinking about what he said, how he really had just wanted to tell you how much he liked it. He noticed you sitting beside Ururaka, taking the seat opposite next to Midoriya, you and Ururaka were talking about your plans on the Sunday, he had overheard yesterday. It seemed like the two of you were going shopping, he watched you bite down on the apple, your soft fingers wrapped around the red core. Your soft plump lips being licked to savour the sweetness, “oh hey Todoroki.” You waved having noticed him.

His breathe hitched at how you smiled at the boy, even putting the apple to wave at him, he waved back before looking down. He continued listening into how you spoke between the group, even conversing to Iida, before landing back on him. “Are you okay?” You spoke with concern, gently kicking his leg to make him pay attention.

“Yeah, I’m f…fine.” He was normally composed but at the sight of you, your soft locks of hair had made him melt.

You nodded, before standing up, the rest of the group in their own worlds, “come on.” You put your hand out, his eyes widened, “I don’t bite.”

He nodded taking your hand, he had imagined how soft your hands would be, but now holding it, the ways your fingers trapped his own. You both left the hall, and you took him outside, “Y/n.”

You turned to face him, you had been dragging him along without realising, “I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, you can do whatever.” His eyes widened at what he had just said, why was he saying such stupid things, what did that even mean.

You gave a soft chuckle, before feeling the cool air hit your face, the exposure of sun running across your face. “I thought you needed some air.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, you looked down.” You turned to face the boy, his eyeline not meeting your gaze, his hair seemed a bit messier and you remembered him being a tad bit late in the morning. You had hoped to walk with him, but it was fine, you had now at least.

“Oh, I wasn’t, just tired.” You nodded, trying to catch his eyes, he spoke again, “actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you?”

“Go on.” He watched the tenderness in your smile how your teeth peaked through, he loved how comfortable you were. How you didn’t worry and took everything on with a grin.

He started to speak, “I wanted to k…know if you wanted to g…go o…” He didn’t know how to finish it, he watched your eyes on his own and in a moment said something he was going to regret, “get the supplies with me and Kirishima.”

Your mouth fell, you had expected something else, something more between the two of you. You put on a smile, seeing him play with his fingers, a collection of rings embodied between his veined hands. You loved the rings, even having gone with him to get some before summer had come, but that didn’t count as the both of you being alone. It meant nothing, it was a short two-minute trip and you both just talked about your lives, it wasn’t what you wanted. What you needed.

“Sure, we’ll go Thursday.” The façade of your grin was gone at the sight of seeing it was time to go back to class, “I’ll catch you later.”

You walked away, your shoulders had been tense and you finally let them fall. Maybe you should ask him out instead, then he might say yes, maybe he was trying too, or maybe he really just wanted to ask you to come with him and Kirishima to get supplies.

Wednesday.

The day had been a bore and you had grown excited for tomorrow, even if Kirishima would be there. It was still spending time with the boy; it was still being around Todoroki and that’s all that you had really wanted.

You spotted him walking to the dorms alone and ran up to him. “Hey Todoroki.” You smiled at him; it was the same one that melted him in one the spot. But he kept his composure smiling back as you spoke, “I saw that cool move you did on Deku.” You praised the boy.

You had been watching him, his brain was going into overload, you had watched him and noticed him. He felt his heart raise, “Thanks.” He scratched the back of his head, “I saw your win against Denki.”

Smiling at the boy you began to tease him, “aww where you watching me?” This was your chance to ask him out, start with some flirting and then ease into the asking out.

If only it was as easy as you had thought, “no, no, of course not, I wasn’t staring at you or anything, I, I just saw Denki pissed and that’s all, I don’t watch you or anything.” He was rambling and you looked at him with your mouth open.

The opportunity to flirt back had been ruined and you decided to be more upfront, his face had gone beat red. Why had he rambled so much, why did he keep talking about watching you. He didn’t want to be seen as a creep to you, yeah maybe he was watching you but how could he say that to you.

“Oh, well I wouldn’t have minded if you did.” He looked confused but continued listening to you, “we should hang out sometime.”

You had said it with ease, but Todoroki hadn’t caught on, if he had been thinking properly maybe he would have. No, defiantly if he had been thinking with his normal smart brain he would’ve understood, he would’ve made it into some sort of joke and said that it was his job to ask you out. But he became a mess under you, and he spoke something regretted once again.

“We are hanging out, tomorrow, remember?” You watched his nose scrunch in confusion and your own eyes wide.

“Yeah, I know b…” You were about to continue but you both had arrived back to the dorms and Midoriya and Iida had come up to you both, “yeah I’ll see you guys later.”

You left the situation and most of all you were confused if he was saying it to be nice or if he was genuinely unaware of what you had asked. You shrugged it off, maybe tomorrow, he’d ask you out, maybe.

Thursday.

Kirishima had swinged by your room, seeing you putting on some shoes. “You didn’t have to come with us Y/n.”

“No it’s fine, Todoroki asked.” You had gotten over the events of yesterday, Todoroki hadn’t however, he had been pacing in the kitchen. So in thought about the events, why was he acting like this, acting awkward. He needed to get rid of it and fast, he saw Bakugo walk past and shouted his name.

“What do you want Icy-Hot?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow a sneer on his lips.

Todoroki looked at the boy before taking a sharp breathe, “punch me.”

“What?” The confused Bakugo walked up to him, “where?”

“My arm.” Todoroki closed his eyes, waiting for the punch, Bakugo didn’t even question it, complying due to being able to hurt someone.

He swinged his fist right to Todoroki’s upper arm, “Oww.” Todoroki squealed opening his eyes, he felt better, maybe Bakugo’s punches had some power of their own. But he was glad, he stopped being nervous and awkward.

“Let me know if you want me to do it again.” The blond walked away, and the pain began to set in, it stinged and he felt like Bakugo used his quirk to cause more damage. He rolled his shoulder to lessen the pain seeing you and Kirishima walking down from the elevator.

He noticed how close you two were, how easily you both spoke with one another. Did you like him, he tried to disregard the thoughts, but the way you’d knock against Kirishima’s shoulder made him concerned.

“You two ready?” You both nodded, walking out from the dorms. It was easy to get permission to leave for the festival and as the three of you walked towards the craft shop that was ten minutes away.

Kirishima began the conversation, “she’s a real life-saver agreeing, isn’t she Todoroki.” He knew of the half haired boys feelings for you and was trying to help, stressing the trying.

“Yeah.” It was blunt and Todoroki was in his own thoughts, his own world, did you like Kirishima, what could he do to make you like him? The oblivious boy stayed quiet, Kirishima shaking his head knowing this was going to be a lot harder than he expected.

“Why don’t you two get this stuff?” He passed the list, easily ripping it in half, “and I’ll get this.”

“Are you sure, that looks like a lot?” You questioned, Todoroki watched you, would you rather have gone with Kirishima. It put his mood even lower, but he saw Kirishima walk off into the store and you still with him. “It’s long, we better get started.”

He nodded, grabbing a basket, “about yesterday.” He didn’t know where he was going with this, but then again Bakugo’s punch had given him some confidence, if he could get through the punch of an angry body then he could ask you.

“Oh yeah.” You hummed grabbing the stuff and chucking it into the basket.

He watched you kneel digging out the best option from the back, his eyes warmed, even in a position where you struggled to reach you still looked as pretty as ever. He bent down, putting his hand where yours were, your fingers grazed his, as he grabbed the material that was needed.

You both stayed kneeling, you stared into his eyes, they were perfect, beautiful even and even the scar, it was an apart of him. Something that you had fallen for, his personality, kindness and everything about him, every detail down to smallest of scars to the biggest. You didn’t care, you saw him for him and the close gap between the two of you made your eyes soften. You saw a small crinkles under his eyes, it was adorable, moreover your hand had reached to cup his face.

Just as you were about to touch his cheeks, he spoke, “I wanted to apologise, I didn’t want to go out with you here.” Your heart shattered at those words, you had tuned him out in your head after the ‘with you’, you moved your hand away. Standing up and the realisation of how Todoroki had phrased the sentence had dawned on him. “Wait Y/n…”

Before he knew it, you were gone, he genuinely hadn’t meant to say it like that, he wanted to tell you he wished he had taken you out properly and now a whispered “fuck” under his breath was all he could say. He had messed it all up, you had run off probably crying and it was all his fault. He wanted to run after you, but knew you needed time and that when he saw you next, he’d explain it all. Prove that he didn’t mean what he said.

Friday.

He hated you, you just knew it, you had ran straight back to the doors, running into your room and sobbed the entire night. He didn’t have to be so cruel about it, the words replayed in your head. You couldn’t think of any explanation, he didn’t want to go out with you ever.

You walked dully into class, your hair tattered and uncombed, your eyes dull and tired. The normal happy you who greeted your classmates, instead stumbled inside and collapsed into your chair. Todoroki had watched the entire movement, even the class had noticed your lack of awareness throughout the day. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to go up to you after class. But you left quickly not meeting people’s gaze, he wanted to talk at lunch, but you were nowhere to be.

Hell, he even asked to swap partners but was dismissed, he watched you fight against Denki using your quirk to your might and then glumly hurrying out back to the dorms. He had tried, he had wanted to talk to you but how could he confess, when he had made you feel like this.

His next bet was your room, it was private, and he could confess without the worry of anybody. “Bakugo.” Todoroki spoke seeing Bakugo walk in with Kirishima.

“Punch time.” Todoroki nodded and Bakugo charged at the man, punching the other arm. Kirishima looked at the scene and didn’t dare asking about what the two idiots were doing.

“It’s only one punch, idiot.” Todoroki muttered using his quirk to make Bakugo stop punching the ice shield around his arm.

Bakugo shrugged walking back to Kirishima, Todoroki really needed a new method than to get the angriest boy alive to punch him when he needed some confidence. He began walking to your room, you had been closed off since everybody arrived and now was your time.

He saw Ururaka come out from your room a confused look on her face, “hey Todoroki, Y/n said she doesn’t want to see anybody.” You hadn’t told her of the events, or she would’ve probably been angry at the boy. He nodded but continued on with his path, Ururaka not bothering to stop him knowing how much you liked the half haired boy.

He stood in front of the door, hearing the music come out from your room. He stayed listening before knocking, “Ururaka I told you…” You stopped mid speech seeing the boy.

“Can I come in?” You nodded, letting the boy into your room.

You sat on the bed grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around your body, he stood there watching how adorable and comforted you looked. “I wanted to apologise, i…I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Okay and what did you mean then?” You muttered looking down.

“I didn’t want to take you out to a craft store with Kirishima…” He looked down, “I wanted to take you o…out for real, on a d…date.”

Your eyes widened, looking at the boy, he felt a relief wash over him. He had confessed and you looked at him lost, “you wanted to take me out.”

He nods before coming closer to you, sitting beside you, his gives a soft smile. A tear falls down your cheek, it wasn’t the same as the ones you had had the prior night. It was relief that he didn’t hate you, that he wanted you, liked you and that it was just a misunderstanding. “I thought you hated me” It was spoken with a tone of sadness, he felt guilty looking down and speaking.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to…”

You interrupted grabbing his hand that had been on your bed, “I’d love too.” It was a soft whisper and he noticed how your body had come closer to his own.

How your breath fanned his face, how the blanket had dropped from your shoulders. The way the loose shirt fell down your frame, your exposed shoulder and the way you licked your lips at how close you were. You both tilting your head, feeling the need for each other’s lips, the soft movements to one another, bringing each other’s mouths closer and closer before finally feeling united. The soft lips that he had dreamed to be his were finally on his own.

Your hands seemed rougher than normal but even then, ingrained onto his cheek he felt your thumb caress his face. His own hands on your waist, the sensation of the soft kisses before hearing you give a nimble moan at how he felt on you. His tongue guiding your own inside your mouths, it was seductive and filled with lust from the waiting and confusion that had occurred the past five days.

He had confessed, he had asked you out and now here he was, making you his.

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Class 1-A relationship headcanons

Part 2 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640893672076001280/class-1-a-relationship-headcanons

Part 1 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a

Fluff

Mezou Shouji

Best hugs ever

I mean what else is he gonna do with all those arms? Fight villains?

Y/n is the only one who can call him by his first name

Shouji is super tall and y/n just calls him “Mezou McTallMan”

He has like 5 million IQ and plays chess with y/n and they just sit their feelin stupid cause they keep losing

Shouji and Tokoyami are best friends and then when him and y/n get together all three of them are best friends and it’s adorable

Y/n never really cared about the mask but was like “hey you don’t need to take it off if you don’t wanna”

And it melted Shouji’s heart that they were fine with it

Thier hair is always ruffled because of how much he messes with it

They just don’t bother anymore

He doesn’t like getting to much attention so for events they have little at home/ in the dorm party’s with just a few other kids

He 100% takes advantage of how scary he can look

If someone is trying to get at y/n he will look at them with the most haunting glare in the world

(*cough* Mineta *cough* *cough*)

Kyouka Jirou

Rockin out to rock but also crappy 2000’s pop music at three am

Jirou will just be sitting beside y/n as they mess with her lobes

Y/n is as much as a crackhead as the rest of the Bakusquad so they all get along great

Bakugo has almost stabbed both of them for kissing in public and being affectionate in public

Coming back to the dorms all sweaty from going to a concert and jumping around for four hours straight

Has the hardest time trying to teach y/n how to play everything because it hurt their ~delicate fingers~

Leaning on each other’s backs and listening to music sharing ear buds 😫

Getting records and hanging them on each other’s walls and painting them if they don’t like the songs 💜

She has a ton of vintage art/ band hoodies and they just share them at some point because they keep stealing them from each other

Going to the arcade with Denki and Kirishima and whoever else wants to come

Y/n always says Jirou has a “out shine the stars smile” and she becomes a blushing mess every time

She’s not very good at comforting :(

She tries tho

She’s great honestly

Hanta Sero

He asks y/n if he annoys them and y/n legit feels so bad like “I love u so much don’t you dare think that>:(“

He likes saving up for dates and going to fancy restaurants and stuff but he’s fine with small inexpensive dates

They’ve gone to sixflags at least ten times and they have definitely broke a whole ride from messing around with his tape

That couple where even before they were dating they were dating

Jokingly kissing each others hand/ cheeks, cuddling up to each other, always asking if the other was going somewhere too, that kinda stuff

Hammock cuddles

I think you understand

Prank war in the whole dorm and y/n and Sero are the kings (or queens) (or non-binary royalty) of it

Bakugo has declared war on them multiple times but never goes on it because of how hard they go

Everyone has said it, you know it

Spider man kisses

He has almost passes out from the blood rushing to his head before

if Mineta walks up to y/n from behind he will tape him up and they can’t have a normal conversation without Sero glaring at him

So many inside jokes

Once y/n put his hair in a bun or something and he was like :0 “oh my god there’s a world without hair in ur face”

Sometimes either of them will sneak in the others dorm in the morning before they wake up and put sunglass on them or draw on their face

“This reminds me of u” insert simp meme

This boy will make sure y/n is always holding his werid long lanky hands

They teach Todoroki what “Yeet” means and now they all use it all the time unironically

Fumikage Tokoyami

👏head 👏scratchys 👏

Y/n has to get him a nightlight so Dark Shadow doesn’t go wild in the middle of the night

Huge edge lord y/n is his only soft spot

Watch dumb vampire movies

They binged all the Twilight movies in one night and everyone makes fun of them for kinda unironiclly liking it

I know Halloween is only really a american thing but they 100% have Halloween party’s at the dorms

They’d set up the whole thing

Y/n gets him black nail polish and skull rings and edgy everything

He has a box that takes up like half his closet of just gifts from y/n

He doesn’t do gifts as much as just spending time with y/n

He does love the gifts tho

Give each other plenty of space

Just say “hey I wanna be alone for a bit” and he’ll be gone in a second

He’s always the little spoons cause he’s scared of peaking their eyes out accidentally

They didn’t keep the relationship a secret they just aren’t very physically affectionate to each other

So one day Shouji is like “oh are you crushing on y/n? Like you are really nice to them and they give you stuff”

And he sits there like “dude we’ve been together for months how do you not know”

And then they are like maybe we should announce it just to make sure? So they do that and the whole class is in shock that they were together for so long and no one noticed

Jokingly calls Tokoyami “Emo Peacock” 

You can’t tell me they try to do the Waltz as a joke but get really into it and do it whenever they hear any music now

Jirou could literally be playing hard core rock or heavy metal and they’ll be doing the waltz to it

Dark Shadow low key feels like a third wheel sometimes but then y/n give him a tight hug and he feels appreciated

Shouto Todoroki

Feeding the simps

So ya know that thing in the notes app where you can share notes? Yeah they share one of those where they list things they hate about Endeavor and after a month they are already on a thousand

Just sit in the same room

Could be doing anything not even envolving the other but it’s nice just to have the other there

Protecting the girls from Mineta together ❤️👏👏

at first it honestly just seemed like they were really good friends because they kept it a secret (mostly cause if it got out to the public Endeavor would find out and probably try to break them up)

Even in private they would just kiss the others cheek or forehead and hold hands and that’s the only difference

He talks to his mother about y/n a lot and she is so excited to meet y/n

She has really high expectations just because of how good they sound but does take in that Shouto is literally in love with them, he’s gonna have slight rose tinted glasses

Yeah their just as good as Todoroki made them out to be

When he told y/n about his childhood (endeavor, his mom, his scar, Dabi…) y/n cried because they felt so bad and cuddled him all day trying to help any way they could

They totally made him go to therapy 😌

Has a written down list of thing they said they like so he can get them one if they feel down

He has literally bought them a cat when they were feeling really down and y/n had to explain that he can’t just go and buy a cat when their feeling bad

They keep it tho don’t worry

He’ll turn off the air conditioning when he wants y/n’s affection

They’ll just come running at him and tackle him so he can warm them up/ cool them down

Expect goodnight texts

Make custom memes about how bad of a parent Endearvor is

Legit the start of Todoroki crushing on them overhearing them tell a friend that they don’t think Endearvor is a good hero/ deserves to be number 1

Once asked All Might to adopt Todoroki (I mean he thought about it for a second before Aizawa told him no)

Todoroki let’s y/n cook stuff on his left side

Deku will just wake up in the morning smelling eggs and think someone’s cooking but find y/n cracking eggs onto Todoroki’s left side