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ra-2506 · 1 year ago

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It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.

Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserably😞 and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebook😔, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.

Everyones attention shifted to you👀 and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:

1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.

2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.

3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.

Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beauty✨ he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fine😩👌. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.

Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.

"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.

You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.

"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl 😉", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.

However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with 😌✨.

"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.

"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.

"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.

"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"😉 You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.

Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.

You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes 🙄 and sighed heavily at his bluntness.

Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same time🧐.

Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.

Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.

Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.

Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.

In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.

He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-

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mintmatcha · 2 years ago

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i cant look away from your sad deku au and my soft little heart wants him to get a hug from someone so bad even though i know the way uve written him makes him shy away from genuine displays like that. i cannot imagine what it takes to hide a smoking habit that long so even ur fwb-assistant didnt know. the boy needs to grieve mint oh my fucking god thank u for the heartache /pos

Assistant knew about the cigarettes a WHILE before they started having sex. reader's the only one who knows tho!

sad deku au

You don't know why you came tonight. You knew the invite was just a nicety, pity from someone who didn't want you to feel excluded, but now you're standing on a stranger's porch, listening to the party continue without you. By this point, you're used to it; proximity to Deku comes with a lot of these faux invitations, thinks meant more to impress him than include you.

But here you are, alone as groups of friends chatter along inside. It's like you're 18 again, excluded from the popular kids at prom once again. You take a long drag from your cigarette. After this, you'll go home, no goodbyes necessary.

Just as you pull your jacket closer, the reason you came pops out from the door, all smiles and kind eyes.

"I was worried you left," Deku says softly, closing the door as softly as he can behind him. He's dressed more casually than you've ever seen him, a stark contrast to the dress you had chosen for tonight. "Can I bum one off of you?"

You take another drag. "No."

He approaches you anyway, hand shoved into his pockets. His arms are tensed, triceps taut as he shivers, bulged against the cropped sleeve of his tee. It makes you think of the girl that was hanging on to them earlier and your stomach flips with an emotion you don't want to face.

"Enjoying the party?" you ask as nonchalantly as you can manage.

He leans in close enough you think the cherry will burn him, forehead practically against yours. He exhales with the weight of the world, a stark contract from the placid smile he's pinned to his cheeks.

"Not really."

You pluck the cigarette from your mouth and turn it towards him. With a gentle obedience, he takes it, lips pressed against your fingertips as he inhales. He's warm, hotter than the embers and ash that crumble between you. When he releases and you pull away, he stays there, much closer than a boss should be to his assistant.

"Go back inside, Izuku." You place a hand against his chest and tell yourself you're going to push him away. "Your girlfriend's going to be looking for you."

Izuku watches you with those, sad, sad eyes, red rimmed around the edges from lack of sleep. He'll never tell you what he's really thinking, but as his eyes flicker to your lips, you have an idea for what could be going through his mind.

"Okay," he lets his hands -which you hadn’t even realized had found your waist- drop to his sides, "You're right- Camie. My girlfriend."

You love how he says her name. Camie, Camie, Camie: like it means nothing to him. She dazzles everyone in the room and yet her boyfriend seems indifferent; you’d feel bad if it didn’t fill you with such glee.

“Hey,” Izuku says suddenly, “How do you feel about Camie?”

You start towards the stairs, heels crunching in iced over snow. “Why does it matter what I think?”

He doesn’t respond, but you feel him there, watching your back as you leave, waiting for something, anything-

At the edge of the top step, toes over the edge, you relent. “I think Camie really loves dating Deku.”

Izuku finishes the thought you were afraid of. “But not Midoriya.”

You throw the butt down and crush it beneath your heel.

“Goodnight, Izuku.”

And with that, you go home. He texts you a couple hours later, just after 2am, with two quick sentences.

-I broke up with her.

-I’m on my way.

You unlock the front door.

#sad deku au

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shiviwrites07 · 2 years ago

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Honey Sweet

Dom!Reader x Sub!Izuku Midoriya

Synopsis: A fun teasing session turns into something unexpectedly....pleasurable.

Warnings: Smut, Nipple play, Creampie, Overstimulation, Borderline sex, characters are underaged (17 years)

Words: 1.2k

You and Midoriya have been dating for quite some time. Now in your second year of high school, you both can’t deny the sexual tension between you both. You both haven’t tried anything yet as Izuku was too shy to instigate such a thing though he wondered about how he would feel as he fucked you with his cock. That was until Mineta and Kaminari instilled a new idea in his mind.

The boys were in the bath when their conversation went from something naive to something……. erotic. “Ahhh I wish I had a sexy girlfriend. Oh the things I would do with her…” Kaminari trailed off as Mineta butted in, “I would just grope her tits and-“ He was shut up when dark shadow surrounded him emitting an aura of pure malice. Tokoyami sighed and said, “I suggest you stop Mineta, or I wouldn’t be able to control him.” While Mineta was shaking like a leaf, Bakugo cockily exclaimed, “I bet you 5000 yen on the fact that Deku hasn’t done anything with (N/N) yet.” Midoriya’s eyes widened as a blush adorned his face and neck, all the way to his ears. That was when Mineta screeched, “WHAT?! YOU’RE DATING (Y/N)- CHAN AND YOU HAVEN’T TOUCHED HER YET?! THOSE FAT TITS, THICK THIGHS, DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY HORMONES IN YOUR BODY?!” Midoriya sank into the water as he was overwhelmed by the fact that he was facing a screaming Mineta, not to mention the way his cock was twitching at the lewd thoughts in his mind about you. He abruptly got up, wrapped a towel around himself while saying, “I-I’ll see you later guys. Gotta go study for my test!-��

While going up the elevator, Midoriya had a conviction in mind. He was going to ask if he could- gah. Even thinking about asking you such a thing made his ears turn red. By the time he finished contemplating, he realised he had reached your door. He took a deep breath and gently knocked, “Puppy, are you in there?” A soft ‘I’m coming’ could be heard before the sound of footsteps got louder until the door was opened. Midoriya’s next words died down in his throat as he saw what you were wearing. You were wearing a little, red, silk crop top that had one strap slipping down your shoulder. His eyes widened when they travelled down to your chest, realising that you were not wearing a bra, your perky nipples peaking out. As his eyes travelled further down, he was snapped back to reality by the sound of your voice, “Izuku? Are you okay? What?-“ Your eyes widened when you realised what you were wearing. You scrambled to go towards your closet to pick out some clothes when you heard Izuku say, “NO wait- I mean- You look good- not that you don’t usually do- I just- iwantotouchyoutonight.” You could not believe your ears. You had been waiting so long to hear this.

“Really? Are you sure?” “Y-YEAH, yeah I want to.” You chuckle at his antics as you lead him towards your bed. You make him sit him down as you straddle his lap, his face in the crook of your neck, “You can touch me all you want baby~”. You grind your hips on his clothed dick, listening to the soft whimpers that left his mouth. You take his hands as you guide his hands to take off the straps of your top. Izuku feels the drool slipping out of his mouth as you guide his hands to cup your tits. You chuckle at his antics as you wipe the drool from his chin, “You like ‘em baby boy?” “Yes m-mommy” Your eyes widen as you hear him call you mommy, a shiver went down your spine as you moaned, the sound going straight to your pussy. You let him push your top further down as you grab his chin harshly.

Izuku doesn’t have time to comprehend as you forcefully let your tongue invade his mouth, a wave of pleasure hitting him hard. Your tongues dance as you make him grope your breasts. It’s too much for him. You lay his body down as you separate your mouths, a trail of saliva connecting you to each other. You pull his shirt off and take some time to admire the scars that adorn his chilled torso, running your hands up and down his chest as you moan at the feeling. Izuku keeps his eyes on you, watching the way your body shines in the light of your nightlight. He still wonders how he got someone like you. But his train of thought is interrupted when you start sucking on his neck, small barely audible moans leaving his mouth. You start to suck bruises onto his skin, for the world to see that he was yours. You continued this same process until you reached his pelvis. Izuku whined when you sat up straight but wasn’t expecting to hear the next few words that left your mouth, “Do you want mommy to sit on your face?”

Izuku’s brain was too fucked up to form a coherent sentence so he just nodded, watching as you situated yourself over his face. You let Izuku hold your thighs as you lowered yourself onto his mouth. You moaned as soon as you felt Izuku’s warm mouth on your pussy. Izuku was determined to make you feel good. His tongue invaded your clit and pushed itself deeper into the depths of your vagina. You tugged harshly at his roots, eliciting a loud groan from him had sent vibrations up your pussy. He licked and sucked at your clit and you could feel the wave of pleasure rushing through your veins. Izuku wants in any better condition as he looked up to see your juicy tits bouncing above him, one of his hands lazily stroking his cock while the other held you in place.

“Fuck baby, right there. Fuck yeah! Such a good boy for mommy~” Izuku could feel himself being sent closer to the edge by your praises. You tugged hi hair as you felt your orgasm coming up. “Izu- Im gonna- Gonna cum-“ Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head as an earth shattering orgasm hit your body. Izuku lapped up your juices like a starved man, not letting one drop go to waste. He followed soon after with his own orgasm, leaving you both panting and breathing heavily. You felt your eyes grow wide as you felt izuku put his tongue in once again, not before him murmuring,

“I won’t stop now baby girl. Not after I know that you taste so honey sweet.”

BONUS: The next morning when Izuku took off his shirt after training in the boys locker room, he turned around to see all the boys with theirs eyes wide and mouths hanging open, staring at his bruises. Izuku just shrugged and said, “What? I just ate some honey sweet pussy last night.” This led to Iida scolding Izuku for using such vulgar language while Mineta and Kaminari screeched and cried tears of anger and jealousy.

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stillness-in-green · 1 year ago

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On Heteromorphs and Heteromorphobia (Arc XVI - XVIII, Endeavor Agency to Villain Hunt)

My thanks to @codenamesazanka for providing me a few crops this week for less fuzzy looks at background characters than I could manage working just off the Viz online catalogue. I'm hoping this posts okay, because it's about a thousand words longer than any of these have been so far, but has a lot less sub-sub-sub bullets than last week's breakdown of the CRC volume extra. Fingers crossed, and dive in, all!

The Endeavor Agency Arc (Chapters 241-252)

Chapter 245:

Another installment of Bakugou using animal terms, as he calls Hawks a spoonbill (in the Japanese, heradori, loosely meaning carefree bird). Deku asks, with some sweatdrops, if he means Hawks; Endeavor’s sidekicks just tell him he’s got moxie. One of Endeavor’s four consistently illustrated sidekicks is a big horse-like guy, though he’s by far the one who gets the least attention from the narrative; he is notably not in the panel of Endeavor sidekicks praising Bakugou’s go-getter attitude.

The Paranormal Liberation War Arc (Chapters 253-306)

Chapter 256:

Shouji is noted as having done his work study with Gang Orca. I would kill to know if they ever had a conversation about their wildly different approaches to managing their scary heteromorph image, but Horikoshi has not deigned to show us anything to that effect.

Chapter 258:

This chapter gives us the full spread of the PLF regiment advisors. While only a few of them will (as of this writing) get much to do, it’s notable that the percentage of obvious heteromorphs considerably increases at this level. The MLA leadership was, barring cosmetic things like Curious’s skin or Re-Destro’s pointed ears,[1] all quite baseline, but every single regiment has at least one obvious heteromorph in their chains of command. Indeed, a solid third of them are blatant heteromorphs,[2] which is a better percentile than, for example, the Shie Hassaikai or the U.A. staff can claim. It makes sense, given the obvious problems with restricting unlicensed quirk use to the home, that the MLA would attract a disproportionate number of heteromorphs, but the full extent of this will not be apparent for some time yet.

[1] His nose I read as more an exaggeration than a trait that’s specifically intended to be non-human-looking, but if it is supposed to be non-baseline, it’s considerably more obvious than his ears.

[2] That is, the really obvious, extreme heteromorphs, who number seven of the twenty-one advisors. I didn’t count the R2D2 lookalike, the guy with the question mark mask, or Hose Face, who might be heteromorphs or might just be in costume, nor did I count Dabi’s #1, the spiky guy in the cabbie hat, whose concrete divergence of a pronged chin is a lot less noticeable than his being, like, eight feet tall and as broad in the chest as a particularly top-heavy wardrobe. Any of those that are heteromorphs obviously increase the ratio even more.

Chapter 259:

Our only shot to date of the gal who’s probably Natsuo’s girlfriend, who’s a heteromorph in the “mostly human but with some tertiary animal features glued on” mode; in her case, she has mouse ears and, judging by her body language, a fairly mousy demeanor. Notable for being one of the most prominent heteromorph/non-heteromorph romantic relationships in the series, which is setting the bar about a quarter-inch off the ground. Even more notable when you consider Dabi and Shouto’s willingness to sling around dehumanizing microaggressions! I will remind everyone again that Natsuo evaded the topic of his having met someone at school when Fuyumi brought it up in front of their mother back in Chapter 187; while it played at the time as just a young man being embarrassed, this chapter’s splash page makes it apparent that he had a reason to be embarrassed, and was not just that awkward about the very concept of himself in a romantic relationship. Knowing, then, that he had met someone at school, the question for the attentive reader becomes, “So why didn’t he want to tell Fuyumi and Rei about it back then, when Fuyumi gave him such a perfect opening?” At this stage, the most the reader has grounds to assume[3] is that he’s just shy, or he wasn’t quite yet at a point in his relationship with this gal that he wanted to do the whole “introduce her to my family” song and dance, especially given what someone finding out more about his family would entail! Later reveals about Rei’s side of the family will suggest a different, less benign possibility, however.

[3] I’ll go ahead and rule out the idea that Natsuo is an asshole who’s not serious about her as being obviously not in the spirit of what we know about him.

Chapter 267+268:

Mirko has the thought, “Quick as a rabbit!” when focusing on catching up to Ujiko. Later, in the midst of vigorously dehumanizing Shigaraki, she makes mention of her “rabbit survival instincts.” We saw those animal references with Hawks as well, whereas it’s not something we see as much, if ever, from people like Tsuyu or Spinner. As I suggested before, it’s easy to imagine people who have a hard time because of their appearance are more sensitive about said appearances than people who look like drop-dead gorgeous baseline humans but with a few animal features—but only as long as they’re cute or charismatic animals!—pasted on as an “exotic” touch.

Chapter 271:

Dabi addresses Hawks and Tokoyami as yakitori—grilled chicken skewers, localized as “roasted chickens.” This is less eyebrow-raising than him calling Spinner a lizard and then accusing him of being oversensitive for protesting—Hawks and Tokoyami are Dabi’s enemies, after all, and this is hot off of Hawks murdering Twice. However, it certainly doesn’t support a read I’ve periodically seen offered that Dabi Learned From His Mistake With Spinner and Resolved Not To Do It Again.

Geten calls the assembled heroes “dogs of the state.” He’s not addressing any heteromorphs specifically, and of course using “dog” as an insult against someone viewed as overly obedient to a corrupt authority has plenty of history in many languages. Still, I wonder if it’s the kind of usage that is frowned on as insensitive in some circles, similar to using e.g. “blind” to describe willful ignorance.

Chapter 278:

First spoken line delivered by Spinner’s #2, who will go on to be a key figure at the hospital attack. Even the handful of lines he gets here is extremely effective at establishing his personality—grandiose, dedicated to the cause of revolution, and a vocal rallying figure for those he leads. A few pages later, another panel will reveal him as being unusually short, likely taller than e.g. Mineta, but shorter than any of the story’s other teenagers, even the girls. This small stature, combined with the insectile legs protruding from behind his shoulders, give an early hint that we’re looking at a heteromorph, while his mask sets up the possibility that he’s concealing something about his face. Regarding the mask, it's possible that he just wears it for The Aesthetic, save that the MLA—unlike, say, the Shie Hassaikai—don't have an organizational culture towards masks, as the MLA are very geared towards hiding in plain sight, just looking like normal, average members of society. Only three out of the twenty-one advisors (give or take whatever’s going on with the R2D2 look-alike) fully cover their faces; Spinner's #2 is one of those three. It begs the question of why—a question the hospital scene will at least suggest an answer to.

Chapter 281:

Shigaraki lays out, over the course of four pages, his mini-manifesto on why he’s going to destroy Hero Society, in which he talks about how heroes have disregarded, even actively concealed, the suffering of those they couldn’t save. While his mind seems to be mainly on his own experience, we also know that he’s aware of how others like him have suffered. He’s spent months with victims of Hero Society’s repressiveness, one of whom made very clear, by means of shouting it in Shigaraki’s face, the discrimination he’d faced with no one ever coming to help him. Shigaraki knows about heteromorph discrimination the same way he knows about villain quirk discrimination and the dehumanization of criminals. His declaiming here about generations of heroic failure serves to stand in for all of that. Notably, it continues to be the case that the crowd scenes consist mainly of relatively baseline, mostly human-looking folks. Those are the ones who most enjoy protection and safety in the current system; all of two people in thirty across three crowd shots in Shigaraki’s manifesto have heteromorphic features/builds more extreme than some extraneous pointy bits pasted on, and both of those two are dressed as heroes, not civilians.

I count the big energy guy in the cape in the top panel, and the Muppet-looking guy with four arms in the bottom. Everyone in the panel I didn’t include—the one of Tenko walking through the crowd of silhouettes—is baseline-give-or-take-some-pointy-bits. We hardly ever see someone like the Sludge Villain or Shouji, or hell, even Tokoyami, in these crowd scenes as everyday civilians, and the conclusion is, inescapably, that it’s because the present-day society doesn’t accept people like that as everyday civilians.

Note, here, how Endeavor responds to the accusation that heroes ignore the pain of those they can’t save—he takes a breather while Shigaraki rambles and then immediately resumes his attack, not seeming to register for even a second that this could be an opening to talk, to de-escalate, even if only as a stalling tactic to let Aizawa get a blink in, to buy the evacuation more time, to give his compatriots that little bit more time to recover. He’s clearly written off Shigaraki’s words the moment Shigaraki started talking, and no one with him seems to have done any different, not even Midoriya Izuku. This kind of thing is distressingly common in the series: the heroes have absolutely nothing to say about societal inequality, right up until a victim of it turns up acting criminal, at which point the dialogue goes from the stone silence of complicity to the moral scolding of, “This is going too far.”

Chapter 297:

The Tartarus jailbreak chapter brings us Shishikura’s father scoffing at the idea that Gigantomachia could be called human, referring to him instead as, “A disaster on legs, or a wild beast. Just like the rest of the animals we’ve got locked up here.” He goes on to say that “disgusting beings” like the Tartarus prisoners only managed to blend in with society for as long as they did because, “Quirks have warped our standards for humanity.” This is clearly mostly a villain bias issue—with the exception of Kurogiri, all of the villains shown on the page of this dialogue are relatively baseline, with transformation or emitter-style quirks. All the same, it’s worth noting that he repeatedly associates villains with wild animals, dehumanizing them in ugly, startlingly explicit terms. It begs the question: What are Shishikura’s father’s standards of humanity? What is he suggesting his society tolerates that pre-Advent society would not have? I would guess that his beef is with those he views as lacking the self-control or moral standards to refrain from villainy,[4] but rather than just say that, he instead goes to turns of phrase invoking the bestial. I suspect that deterministic rhetoric like his is not uncommon as justification for both anti-heteromorph discrimination and the bias against villains.

[4] This guess is based on his wording, what we know about his son’s personality, and the worldbuilding lore that the crime rates shot up with the advent of quirks and never went back down to pre-Advent norms. The crime rate issue in particular would be highly visible in a society that prided itself on being as peaceful as Japan does in the real-world modern day.

I will note that, of the six people we see making breakouts who we weren’t already acquainted with—five nameless figures and one Lady Nagant, at the time a new face—four of them are visibly, obviously heteromorphic.

The three in the foreground are quite distinct, and the one at the far back looks like he fits the bill as well. Only the one to Moonfish’s immediate left looks baseline, likely an emitter.

The guards, of course, are baseline to a man, with the only exceptions being Gyges and Briareos, who, judging by their costumes, are hero-licensed, not normal wardens.

Chapter 298:

The Central Hospital staff start getting introduced. In much the same way as the police force has a relatively high rate of animal-type heteromorphs in speaking roles,[5] Central Hospital is full of Super Mario Bros. joke characters. This is mostly a silly in-joke at the time, but Dr. Yoshi here will be back to serve as a deeply exasperating, bad faith gotcha during the hospital attack.

[5] The rando guys with riot shields are always hella baseline, but there are, by my count, six recurring roles in the police cast: Tsukauchi, Tsuragamae, Sansa, Gori, and two unnamed men I suspect to be with the National Police Agency (the one who tries to get Nedzu to call off the Cultural Festival and the one with the HPSC President in the scene where she’s giving Hawks his League infiltration assignment). Half of these are heteromorphs.

Chapter 299:

Hawks's dad, whose little elbow winglets prefigure his son's full wings, has a lament about how he could have been, “free as a bird!” There's no animal reference in the Japanese text.

I brought up a panel back in the Kamino arc to demonstrate that there was a higher incidence than usual of heteromorphs in an area that was meant to come off, visually, as somewhat seedy. While there’s always some element of randomness to that sort of thing—I assume the background extras are usually drawn by Horikoshi’s assistants, not the man himself—we see the same thing in the subway station Tomie takes baby Hawks to after they leave home.

Note how run-down the place looks, with cracked floor tiles, dingy walls, and equipment piled up in the open, then note how at least three, maybe four, of the five people in the foreground have heteromorphic features.

Chapter 300:

Dr. Toad at Central Hospital, who will show up in a flashback in the hospital raid that is barely less obnoxious than Dr. Yoshi’s appearance.

Chapter 301:

While not immediately connected to heteromorphobia, this chapter establishes that Rei’s family, the Himura, were once prestigious and much-storied, but had fallen on hard times by the time they were approached by Endeavor about a quirk marriage. The easy assumption for why Rei’s parents are so okay with the arrangement is that they were just that desperate for money, but in retrospect, a quirk marriage was far more sane and normal than what their family had been doing for generations!

Chapter 303:

Hawks mentions Spinner in his accounting of the problems facing Team Hero. This makes him rather unusual—All Might, for example, will later repeatedly fail to mention Spinner in similar situations, though it’s unclear whether that’s because All Might genuinely doesn’t believe Spinner to be a threat or whether All Might is trying to avoid bringing up the brewing race riot enormous mob consisting of members of a long-oppressed minority group, in hopes of keeping his students away from it.

Chapter 306:

I’ve avoided bringing him up until this point because his hero costume makes it very hard to tell if his neck is just a mildly caricatured feature like Re-Destro’s or if it really is covering up a non-baseline feature, but Best Jeanist’s outfit at the press conference is the place to start if you want to make an argument for him having a heteromorphic feature.

If he is a heteromorph, Jeanist covers it up extremely well, to the point that I’ve never seen anyone outside my chat group even raise the possibility that he might be! But that is part of his whole modus operandi, isn’t it? To keep up the appearance of things, to present an unassailable image of heroes, even when they’re running themselves ragged, because that’s what he believes the public needs? Here we see Shouji’s decision about masking himself taken to its logical extreme—being so invested in a harmonious appearance that doesn’t disturb anyone that he doesn’t even register as non-baseline to begin with. I’m very fond of Jeanist, mind you, and I love his awareness of surface and veneer—he feels like someone who has made a conscious, considered, moral decision to uphold the system, a decision he’s given far more thought to than fellow heroes who never get past, “How do I want to present myself to the public?” to the question of, “Why do I believe this presentation is the correct moral choice?” But that veneer is, as the endgame has gone to some efforts to explore, not sustainable for anyone. (Would that Shouji were taking notes.)

The Villain Hunt Arc (Chapters 307-328)

Chapter 310:

This chapter brings us the attack on the giant woman.[6] While the three men—all baseline, all using support goods rather than whatever their own quirks are—attacking her seem to be doing so out of fears that she’s a villain, not explicit hatred for heteromorphs, this is very clear heteromorphobia nonetheless. There’s absolutely nothing about the Ordinary Woman that suggests that she’s remotely villainous—not her attitude, not her dress, not even something like a punky haircut! The only reason to distrust this woman’s intentions is suspicion of her height, her claws, her vulpine face—in other words, her status as a heteromorph. The only other thing remotely dubious about her is that she was out after dark—but of course, so were the men hunting her! Note here the woman’s strong implication that she was attacked before she ever reached a shelter. She says she thought to take shelter at a hero school and, somewhat haphazardly, left her home in the night. She doesn’t finish the sentence, trailing off before apologizing, but it’s plainly nighttime when Deku rescues her, and, by her own words, she’s still in her own town. The story isn’t finished with her yet, and what happens to her next is tied to her experience at the shelter she was trying to reach.

[6] As yet unnamed due to some misguided idea Horikoshi has about keeping her an everywoman; even in her character profile, she’s just the Ordinary Woman.

Deku unthinkingly commits what reads to me as a fairly egregious microaggression here,[7] suggesting that the men who attacked the Ordinary Woman were probably just as afraid as she was of the recent chaos. They were just understandably afraid, so, you know, it’s not really their fault that they viciously attacked you, an obviously terrified innocent woman! You just look so scary!

[7] Though I don’t get the impression Horikoshi registered it.

The two discuss wanting things to “go back to normal.” Normal, in Ordinary Woman’s experience, means not getting attacked right out in the streets of her own town, but it’s worth thinking about how little it took to prompt that attack, and thus to ask how abnormal such violence truly is. As we will find, there are parts of the country that didn’t at all need a slide into lawlessness for an attack like this to be horrifically, appallingly “normal.”

Banjo compares the current circumstances to those around the time of the Advent—darker days in which people lived holding their breaths, trying not to stand out. This phrasing is not exclusive to heteromorphs; even something as simple as being on your own can make you “stand out” as a target, and we know plenty of quirkless people were victimized exactly like that.[8] All the same, it’s self-evidently the case that people who don’t look like everyone else will inherently stand out, and no amount of traveling in groups or refraining from the use of their powers will change that. Lines like this don’t explicitly reference the heteromorph mass slaughters we will later be shown, but they do lay the contextual groundwork that makes those slaughters both believable and predictable. Folding that all together, the Ordinary Woman demonstrates very clearly how difficult it is, especially in times of chaos, to be a heteromorph and just be normal. And when being "normal" is so difficult, what do you do? Try to be normal, gambling that heroes will be there to save you when you’re victimized? Try to protect yourself by becoming the kind of paragon your society admires, knowing it will cost you your voice? Turn against the society that repeatedly fails to protect you, resigning yourself to a life on the run? There's no outcome that doesn't demand carrying the burden of a decision that other, “normal” people are not required to make.

[8] We know this because it’s explicitly explained as what happened to the quirkless man in the One For All dream flashback in Chapter 193.

Chapter 314:

Lady Nagant drops the ugly secret of the HPSC for Deku,[9] telling a heroic character an only very slightly more extreme version of what the reader already knew from Hawks’ duties and backstory. This is not specifically about heteromorphs (though the face we most visibly see her murdering is one), but it does point to the possible difficulties in organizing serious movements to agitate for changes to the current system. The HPSC is so firmly convinced that the Hero System is society’s best and only defense against chaos, and thus any threats to that system can, justly, be disposed via extrajudicial assassination. What chance, then, would an activist leader have as soon as they started being disruptive enough for the HPSC to notice them?

[9] Who will do absolutely jack shit with it, and, indeed, come away from their encounter blaming her fall on AFO, somehow.

Chapter 318:

*meme voice Good For Him*

Introduces the Spinner fanboys, a pair of octopus-type heteromorphs in quite good Spinner cosplay, who will crop back up later at the hospital attack. They’re foreshadowing for the Spinner-as-representative plot, though said plot will not make 100% clear whether or not these two were inspired by Spinner on his own merits, back when he was just another member of the League of Villains, as opposed to after the PLF started pushing his image forward specifically. They’re with a small group of other heteromorphs attacking a trio of baseline folks. Deku defends the baseline group from the attack but apparently does not follow through on chasing down the heteromorphs; he just breaks it up and lets the attackers run off, perhaps feeling like panicky civilians (to whatever extent people literally wearing a wanted villain’s colors are “civilians”) are not threats he needs to facilitate the arrest of, or perhaps just conserving his energy for his big fights with AFO’s people.

Later in the chapter, we see a more abbreviated version of a similar sequence of events, save that this time, there are heteromorphs on both sides, demonstrating that the violence has not entirely broken down along baseline vs heteromorph lines. You saw this in an earlier chapter as well, with one of the people in the group confronting Endeavor being a lady with a dog head, but this is the first place you see it in an actual conflict.

I dig this kappa dude with the Shounen Main Character Guy haircut. And good on his more baseline friends for sticking with him.

This chapter also introduces Dictator, one of the Tartarus escapees singled out as sent by All For One. Dictator drives me crazy because like, okay, yes, he’s a cartoonish and ridiculous caricature of a Villain, down to his quirk name being given as Despot.[10] But I would ask the reader to look at this guy and really, really think about what life must have been like for him when he was, say, Kouta or Eri’s age.

I mean, really.

[10] Remember my thought experiment from early on about who decides what quirks are named, parents or a government official? Yeah. Who’s responsible for giving that quirk name to a four-year-old?

One thing that’s always felt telling to me about Deku’s brief exchange with Dictator here is that Dictator, in amidst a flurry of dramatic supervillain talk, says, “Taking you in will bring me security,” and Deku, Mr. Wants To Understand Villains & Save Absolutely Everyone himself, doesn’t ask, doesn’t even think, about what Dictator could possibly mean by that sentence. I know Dictator’s in the middle of controlling a bunch of people and is working for AFO and Deku’s exhausted and all—the story makes it clear that he took a turn for the more gritty and driven after Nagant quite literally blew up in his face. Still, when you compare the attempts he makes to ask questions and interact with Muscular, Overhaul and Lady Nagant—all relatively baseline when their quirks aren’t in use, and significantly more baseline than Dictator even when they are—his total incuriosity about Dictator does stand out pretty badly.

Chapter 320:

Ojirou mentions being touched by how angry at Shinsou Deku got on his behalf back at the Sports Festival. Recall that Shinsou called Ojirou a monkey back then. Is he not used to other people getting mad for his sake about that sort of thing?

Chapter 323:

Some really fascinating stuff both from and about Nedzu in this chapter. Firstly, Endeavor says that Nedzu’s contributions to “quirk morality education” have made him internationally renowned, yet I can’t help but observe that at least the first year students have not learned anything of the sort. Their classes and exercises are focused primarily on combat, with a secondary focus on teamwork in that most of their exercises see them separated into pairs or small groups. There are also special lessons that boil down to being about how to create their own distinct hero “brand.” What I cannot call to mind are any lessons on the morality of quirk use.[11] That’s not to say there’s none of that in the series at all, but the stuff that I think of is not encountered in class. The focus on dealing appropriately with injured and frightened victims, for example, comes courtesy of the license exam, while the lecture about heroes following the rules and behaving appropriately comes from Tsuragamae after the Stain incident. The remedial course with Gang Orca probably comes closest, and is technically a course, rather than an exam, but Nedzu has nothing to do with it, so it clearly can’t count. Once again, I am left to wonder when exactly Hero schools start teaching these alleged lessons in quirk-based ethics. Offscreen, or only in higher grades? It’s not a real great look, I think, that the priority is on all the cool flashy stuff and not the ethical ramifications of using your power to enact violence on people. And sure, it’s a shounen comic, so you’ve got to keep things flashy enough not to lose the readers, but it wouldn’t take more than a few dedicated pages now and again where Aizawa or Nedzu talk to students about the weight of what they’re doing. We don’t get those pages, so the discussion of quirk “morality” is largely under-explored.[12] This is, of course, not directly about heteromorphobia, but discussion of the morality of quirks would have to include the beliefs people have about quirks, which in turn affect everything about how the world deals with them: quirk discrimination, quirk counseling, the laws surrounding quirk use, the punishment for breaking those laws, and so forth. All things with significant impacts on heteromorphs!

[11] Indeed, if there were any effort from U.A. to provide morals education, you’d think Mineta would have seen some consequences for his egregious behavior ages ago.

[12] Honestly, I think the person who’s ventured the clearest moral stance on quirk use is Yoichi in his flashback, and he’s ludicrously absolutist about it, saying that quirks must only be used to help others, never for personal gain.

My Press X to Doubt response to Nedzu’s contributions to quirk morality education aside, I’m fascinated by his mini-speech that follows:

It’s a great observation of humanity from one who sits just that little bit removed from humanity, and begs a whole series’ worth of questions about Nedzu’s position and his feelings about the species his intelligence has both enabled and required him to grapple with. While he doesn’t specify exactly what sort of intolerance he has in mind, and the flow of the plot ties his words to the anti-hero sentiment amongst the civilians, we’re well past Chapter 220’s introduction of the CRC here, and have more to see yet on the treatment those with “villain” quirks are subjected to.

As one who was, himself, mistreated in a way that fundamentally would not have happened were it not for his (heteromorphic) quirk, yet whose quirk gives him a degree of insight about that very mistreatment, Nedzu is in an amazing position to opine on discrimination. I frankly wish he got way more room to do it in.

Chapter 325:

The Ordinary Woman giantess gal returns to tell us that she was turned away from several shelters because they didn’t allow heteromorphs. It’s hard to overstate how incredibly bad this is—the blatant discrimination of turning away an entire demographic during a national emergency. And not just a national emergency, but one where the actual support personnel—heroes—are going to be concentrating around the shelters, consciously electing to leave minimal aid for people remaining behind in evacuated zones. So like, when this is how bad it is, can it possibly be any kind of surprise that there’s a riot brewing, especially when there are villains stirring the pot behind the scenes?

One thing that really, really gets me is the bit where Ordinary Woman says several shelters turned her down until she made it to U.A. Remember how I mentioned that the strong implication of her original scene is that she’s still in her own city, only left her home that very night, and was attacked before she could reach a shelter? If that’s so, then what in hell happened after Deku left her with All Might? I’m so serious about this. Did All Might just take her to the nearest shelter, drop her off at the door, and then drive off, so concerned about getting back to Deku that he left before he could ensure her safety? That would reflect incredibly poorly on him, and put her right back in danger. Though it would not be the first time he prioritized his mentorship of Deku over his other responsibilities, it would still make him look so bad that I’m doubtful that was Hori’s intended sequence of events. The other possibility I see is that All Might did stay with her, driving her to a few different shelters before getting fed up and bringing her back to U.A., where he could be sure she’d be accepted. This option looks almost as bad for a totally different reason: that even in the face of a refugee delivered to them by All Might himself, with everything the country owes him and the nigh universal love and acclaim he commands amongst the populace, people would still take one look at Josei-san and turn her away. Of course, it’s also possible that I’ve just misinterpreted her initial scene, and she already had been to the several shelters, but couldn’t bring herself to tell Deku why. Her silence on the topic would be its own brand of Relevant For This Essay, particularly given Deku’s baseline state—perhaps she doubted that he would believe her, or thought he might get defensive, if she told him. That’s certainly the least awful of the options. Still, I’d maintain that the way her story is framed—the way she was traveling on foot, the time she says she left vs. the time it was when Deku found her, how unlikely I think it is that there are multiple hero school shelters in timely walking distance,[13] the fact that she’s perfectly willing to tell him about her rejections when they meet again at U.A., etc.—suggests she hadn’t made it to a shelter yet when Deku turned up, and thus either All Might got unforgivably sloppy or there were multiple government officials overseeing shelters who were willing to be gargantuan bigots right to his face.

[13] That’s if hero schools are the only shelters in use at the moment. On the one hand, that feels improbable and unnecessary to me, given that HeroAca!Japan presumably has all the same emergency shelters IRL!Japan has now, and Jeanist’s phrasing in 306 suggests that hero schools are being added to the list of designated shelters, not that they are being designated the only shelters. On the other hand, he does also say the heroes are looking to decrease the amount of area they, with their diminished numbers, have to cover, and specifically calls out hero schools' defensive capabilities and large campuses, while not independently mentioning shelters of the normal sort like I might expect if both were going to be in use. For example, he could say something like, “We are asking people to report to their local emergency shelters, and will be opening hero schools as shelters to help with the increased burden.” I invite readers to come to their own considerations on what’s more likely, but will say that if it is only hero schools being used as shelters, that obviously makes the whole “turning away heteromorphs at the door” scenario even more scandalous.

The baseline dude who’s generally been the spokesperson for the anti-let-the-kid-back-into-school crowd asks Deku if everyone can go back to their old lives after this, if they let him in to rest up. Deku, who has just been told that a woman he rescued was turned away from multiple shelters, reiterates that he and the rest of the heroes will “bring it all back.” No matter when he promises this, he will never exhibit the slightest hint of awareness about what exactly he’s proposing to return.

Chapter 327:

Bakugou makes a conscious effort to call Deku by his given name instead of the derisive nickname of their childhood. It remains to be seen whether he will follow through on that for the derisive nicknames he uses for everyone else, but for what it's worth, I have made it all the way from here up through the point at which he goes down to ShigAFO and have not had cause to jot down anything about him for the purposes of this essay yet. We'll see if he can keep it up through the epilogue!

With Deku safely passed the fuck out, Jirou—a heteromorph, albeit not a hugely visible one—is the one to say that they and the rest of the heroes can’t just bring things back the way they were; they have to make things better. Desperately wish Deku would pick up what Jirou’s throwing down here.

Chapter 328:

328 gives us some cameos of international heroes, cameos from the third movie, World Heroes Mission. The one relevant to this topic is Big Red Dot, the Singaporean hero who the wiki claims is his country's #1,[14] and who appears to be a merlion heteromorph. And like, there is so much I could say about Big Red Dot and his status as top hero and heteromorph! So much! I could talk about the merlion as a national symbol for Singapore, and how heteromorphs who just so happen to resemble local sacred/divine/fortunate animals in their regions might be treated differently compared to heteromorphs like Spinner or Shouji. I could talk about the merlion's status as tourist attraction and subject of nationalistic poetry, and how that imagological history impacts Singaporeans' feelings about the merlion as cultural icon. I could talk about the way the merlion's brand image is maintained under trademark by the country's national tourism board, and how that might relate to or impact Big Red Dot's image as a hero, particularly given that we have no idea what sort of metrics Singapore's HPSC equivalent uses to rank their heroes! I'd love to talk about that, but I'm reluctant to do more than sketch out the above outline for two reasons, both profoundly Doylist.

[14] The fandom wiki does not see fit to cite a source for this. I assume it's mentioned in the movie? Anyway, if he isn't Singapore's #1, the stuff I said is still relevant, just somewhat less pronounced.

Firstly, I read Marvel comics growing up, and I am keenly aware that a tremendously common approach taken by superhero stories dealing with heroes from outside the author's country of origin is to just theme those international heroes after famous (e.g. stereotyped) aspects of their home countries. I highly doubt that whoever came up with Big Red Dot was thinking any deeper than "Singapore = merlion, ergo Singaporean Hero = merlion hero guy".

Secondly, Big Red Dot is, first and foremost, an original character created for the anime, and the anime transparently, desperately Does Not Want To Talk About Heteromorphobia, so I highly doubt they're thinking about ways it might impact their movie OCs. Now, I know Horikoshi comes up with many of the designs of prominent characters in the movies, but I don't know how much he's involved in conceptualizing those characters. That is to say, did Studio Bones ask him for "a design for a top hero from a country of your choice, Horikoshi-sensei," "a design for the top hero of Singapore," or "a design for Big Red Dot, the merlion-themed top hero of Singapore"?

Suffice to say that if I were going to include BRD in a fanfic, I'd be full of things to say about him. For the purposes of this essay, though, I'll just raise some possibilities and then leave the reader to turn him around in their heads some and think about how he fits into the broader tapestry of the heteromorphic experience around the world.

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Come back in (probably) two weeks for what will hopefully bring this essay up through the hospital attack! We'll see after that if I want to continue on into Vigilantes or what-have-you.

#bnha #bnha meta #bnha worldbuilding #heteromorph discrimination plot #on heteromorphobia #my writing #bnha ordinary woman #ippan josei #my post button is showing now #but will it still be there if i go to edit this later #the villain origin threatens once more #which is to say i'm hoping i got the spaces right on the first try

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I'd like to see some more MHA stuff.

Well, I do have one au where Izuku is basically Cruella DeVil, and one where he’s Regina George but with green hair

Izuku DeVil

Izuku remains quirkless, but he has the personality and fashion sense of the villain, Cruella DeVil, and enrolls in Yuuei’s Support Course design department

He’s WAY more confident when dealing with his bullies back at Aldera middle school, and on top of that, the left half of his hair is white and the right half is green

Even when Izuku didn’t get his quirk, his confidence never wavered. He just took one look at a quirkist, snapped his fingers and said, “You don’t exist to me.”

Inko ADORES her son, and will always take him shopping whenever he asks

Hisashi is still around, yay! And no, he didn’t cry when his precious three-year-old son critiqued his fashion choices

With her position as his official aunt, Mitsuki often brought Izuku with her to her small but successful fashion house so he could help her critique and fix any errors in the clothes made by the young designers. The designers were not at all expecting a four year old in a Gucci suit sipping apple juice out of a fancy glass to give them fashion advice

When it was announced that Izuku was quirkless at five years old, that only scared Katsuki. Because all this time, Izuku eccentricity and natural flashiness wasn’t powered by some dormant quirk. And he’s terrified to see how it’ll progress as he gets older

Izuku does this with his outfits, a lot⬇️

He carries around a riding crop to emphasize all of his points

No one knows how he pulls off his dramatic entrances in such a secure school. When Aizawa was introducing him to class 1A as the new designer for their hero uniforms, he descended from the ceiling using an aerial acrobatics ribbon

Class 1A is also scared of him

Izuku: You all will become my personal projects.

Class 1A: …

Mina: Is it too late to run?

He adopted Neito and Shinsou on the spot. Neito shares his love of fashion, and he just kidnapped Shinsou and gave him a complete makeover. And that how friendship works

Those two are his Horace and Jasper, and help him with all of his schemes

Kyouka sings the Cruella DeVil sing every time he walks by

No one’s figured out why, but whenever Izuku sees a Dalmatian, he just stops and stares at it. His eye twitches and his hands look as if they’re trying to grab something. All it takes is a firm hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it, but no one’s quite sure why that happens

When the dorms are implemented, Izuku’s dorm gives his classmates some Gothic Victorian/Hell Hall vibes. The room is painted black with some hints of green, there’s a chaise lounge in the corner, a small canopy bed with curtains, an armoire filled with fur coats, and a sewing station with all of his materials

Katsuki often hides in the vents when Izuku is having… A moment. He urges his classmates to do the same, but they haven’t known Izuku long enough. So, they end up becoming his live mannequins

Whenever they cross paths, Izuku and Shouto just look at each other and nod. Many suspect it’s due to their similar hairstyles

Pony Tsuntori once pointed at him and screamed, “Oh my God! It’s Cruella!”

Shouto is up to his conspiracy theories again and suspects that Cruella De Vil is a quirk. Because, if people can have quirks based on animals, why can Izuku have a quirk based on a Disney villain?

Knowing his similarities to Cruella De Vil, people are terrified of the day Izuku gets his drivers license

When they watched the Cruella movie during movie night, Class 1A wondered if Izuku has a tragic backstory like the title character

The day Tooru brought a Dalmatian pup into the dorm, Katsuki flipped out

Katsuki: Why did you bring that here?! You know how Deku gets around Dalmatians! He will turn it into a fur coat!

Sero: Relax, Kats. Izuku won’t even realize it’s here.

Ochako: Besides. He’s in the 1H dorm right now.

Izuku: *From inside the dorm* I sense a familiar canine presence!

Class 1A: …

Katsuki: … HIDE THE DAMN DOG!

Mean Boy Deku

When Izuku is five and announced quirkless by his bitch pediatrician, he just rolls his eyes and goes back to sketching out some outfit ideas for his mother, saying, “Okay, and?”

Idiot: And, having no quirk means-

Izuku: Means a death sentence. I know. I can read newspapers, Tsubasa. I learned what an ignoramus was last week, and I’m sitting before a big one right now.

Inko: *Snickering*

When it’s announced by the teacher that Izuku is quirkless, the kids all want nothing to do with Izuku, and honestly, he’s fine with that. It shows who his real friends are… Which is no one, apparently. Even Katsuki is avoiding him

Izuku refused to hold his tongue. So, when the teacher tries to reprimand him for literally nothing he just says,

Izuku: Here are the five things wrong with your outfit. The sweater gives you a uniboob, that watch is too gaudy, the pencil skirt, those tacky flats, and that necklace is a desperate cry for attention. I’ll escort myself to time out, thank you.

Hisashi is a good dad in this one, too! Yay!

Izuku’s always had a bit of a mean streak, and no one is safe. Not his teacher, and especially not his classmates. He made his principal cry

When Izuku gets his first cell phone, he creates an Instagram account where he critiques the outfits of pro heroes. And one thing’s for sure, he’s extremely mean about it. But, he does gain quite a large following

At age ten, Izuku discovers the Pre-Quirk era movie, Mean Girls. He is enraptured by how Regina George and her fellow Plastics cause the other students such misery. His favorite scenes are those that involve the Burn Book

And, after a particularly bad day at school, Izuku storms into his room and pulls out a green binder he never used, along with a yearbook from last year. He cuts out a photo Tsubasa, and glues it to the first page, then writes, “Tsubasa is a moronic little brat who won’t shut his bitch mouth, and can’t do basic math to save his life.” He doesn’t stop until everyone in his class has a page

That’s Burn Book #1. In it, contained not only Izuku’s rants about the students and teachers at that sorry excuse for a school but also some secrets he’s sure they wouldn’t want to get out. What a shame that would be…

Izuku only gets more creative with his insults as he gets over, and has made about twelve students cry in one week

Inko: Sweetie, the principal called and said you got into a fight at school.

Izuku: I wouldn’t call it a fight. I simply pointed out that Daiki should invest in some cosmetics for those hideous pores of his. He’s the one who got all huffy about it.

Inko: As long as you’re using your words.

By his final year at the hell hole known as Aldera Junior High, Izuku’s own version of the burn book had become so full that he had to buy a second binder… And then a third. There was just so much to rant about the students and teachers, and he wasn’t just going to keep those thoughts to himself

Izuku: And just what the hell gave you the right to tell this entire room comprised of quirkist little shitheads about my future plans?

Idiot teacher who obviously has a perm: Midoriya, that is no way to talk about your classmates.

Izuku: Oh, so they can call me a useless Deku, use their quirks to physically assault me, and tell me to off myself on a daily basis? Favoritism at its finest, you pointy-nosed bean pole. Lemme guess, grammy was discriminated against by quirkless folk during the dawn of quirks, and now you feel the need to lash out at me? Pathetic. You feel the need to harm a child just to feel superior. Or, perhaps, you were never loved as a child due to having the weakest quirk, so you take it out on me, someone without a quirk. That’s just sadder, you perm-using fuck

~Later~

Katsuki: Take a swan dive off of a roof and pray for a quirk in your next life.

Izuku: Okay, do you want me to quote that in my letter? I’m sure my dear mother and father will love to read that their unofficial nephew told their darling son to jump off of a roof simply for being quirkless. Katsuki, if there’s two things I’ve learned it’s that my legs look gorgeous in high heels. And that, I get a kick out of seeing the world burn.

Katsuki: ...

Izuku: Here’s what going to happen, honey. I’m not going to Yuuei with you, you’re stuck at Yuuei with me. I’m going to be a living nightmare for you while I’m in the Design department. Who knows? Maybe I’ll paint your equipment my signature shade of green. That way, you can think of me… Bye! *Leaves*

~Later Again~

Izuku: Oh, like hell I’m letting you touch me. *Pulls out a bedazzled pepper spray canister and sprays it into the sludge monster’s eye for about ten seconds until All Might arrives*

All Might: Excellent work, young man! I’ve been trying to hunt them down for days!

Izuku: As if I would let that thing touch my sneakers.

All Might: Well, even so, you seem to have the true makings of a hero.

Izuku: Flattered, but I prefer to make heroes look better, outfit-wise. Quirkless Quipster, at your service.

All Might: Wait… Aren’t your the boy who tore into my Silver Age costume and called it a disaster of epic proportions?

Izuku: It had to be said, sir.

Also, Izuku makes his first friend in years! Yay! It’s Momo! Yay! They became close after Momo commissioned a gorgeous dress

When it comes time for the Support Course Entrance Exams, Izuku discovers that he has quite the fan base among the hopeful students, who surprisingly don’t have a problem with him being quirkless

Power Load: ‘Cause in the Support Course, we don’t take kindly to quirkism

Now, according to some, Power Loader doesn’t have an “Eye for fashion,” so Midnight will be handling Izuku’s entrance exam (Which he passes)

So now, he's going to Yuuei. And Inko couldn't be more prouder. She gets so drunk, that she screams over the balcony for everyone to hear, "HEY, BITCHES! MY BABY GOT INTO YUUEI! SO, SUCK IT, FUCKERS!"

Hisashi: That's my pretty wife.

When it's announced that Izuku's going to Yuuei, Katsuki is having none of that and corners him in an alley after school while his lackeys keep watch. He threatens Izuku into rejecting his application, but Izuku is having none of it, and gracefully tells him to fuck off

So, Katsuki grips the sides of his head and activates his quirk. Before he can storm off, Izuku grabs his wrist and forces Katsuki to look him in the eye as his hair singes

Izuku: Transfer to Shiketsu. Transfer to Ketsubutsu. No one at Yuuei is going to let you play their reindeer games.

When he heads back home, Izuku shapes his hair into an undercut style. And when that's over with, he pulls a Regina George and puts his name in Burn Book #2

~The Following Week~

Izuku: *Crying* I-I found this in the bathroom, Tamaka Sensei. It says all sorts of horrible things about the students, teachers... You.

Idiot Principal: *Flips through the pages* What does this say? "Akido Hana is a..."

Izuku: Pasty snitch.

But, he didn't stop there. Izuku had made several copies of each page in the Burn Book and left them all over the hall for the students and teachers to find when the bell rang. Now, imagine that scene from the movie, but with destructive quirks

Izuku calls the police in tears and begs for them to come quickly as the school descends into chaos. He just walks out with a smile on his face

Aldera got shut down, police are investigating the Burn Book, and will be on their way to making many arrests until eventually, they just shut down the entire school district

During the first week of school at Yuuei, Izuku's first assignment was to watch the Battle Trials from the observation room and make ten critiques for each outfit. Instead, he has ten pages for each outfit. Actually, he has fifteen for Katsuki. Nedzu is impressed, and Power Loader is afraid

When Aizawa introduces him to the class and explains that they will all be a part of Izuku's design project, Izuku makes it very clear that the only person he likes is Momo. The rest? He doesn't like or trust... Yet. He's especially not fond of the "Bakusquad" that's starting to form. To him, they're just the Yuuei versions of Katsuki's lackeys

Uh, what else?... Neito, Mei, Momo, and Shinsou are his most trusted allies

Neito has full access to Burn Book #4, Izuku and Momo give Shinsou a much-needed makeover, and Mei gets a kick out of making Katsuki's gauntlets the same green as Izuku's hair

#BNHA #BNHA au #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #ask me stuff #answered ask

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loversdelusions · 2 years ago

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How would Yandere Deku’s and Kirishima if you write for him , react if his obsession gave him a striptease :D

This took FUCKING FOREVER.

Izuku Midoriya: 🫀Tease...🫀

"I won't do anything, I-If you don't want me to, you know.."

His words were meant as reassurance. He didn't mean it as a challenge.

Unfortunately for Izuku, you did not take it as such a reassurance. He kidnapped you, he keeps you against your will and somehow he believes that it is completely within your right to decide if he gets to touch you? There was nothing in this situation you were in that was within your will. Yet he looked at you with such a look as if he were hurt by your flinch, or by your glare, or by the way you squirmed and fought while he tried to hold you.

"I won't do anything..."

That fucking liar. That fucking monster.

You were going to ruin his fucking life.

Izuku Midoriya, the number one hero, the man who admires his goodness more than anything. It could have made you laugh, still imagining he was the good guy after all that he'd done. His identity was so important to him, he tried to convince himself that he was a good person for not molesting you.

What a saint.

It's too bad that his delusions didn't matter to you. That you would prove to him that he was scum through and through, watch that fake innocent gaze in his green eyes snap. It was why you'd run through the closet he'd bought you, the lingerie section truly convinced you of his deluded nature. He really thought you'd come to accept this. You could only roll your eyes as the dark red strings and lace grazed your hand, a smile tugging at your lips, fully knowing how quickly he'd crumble.

You did not fall short, he'll give you that. Walking into his home after a long day of work the last thing he expected was to see the lights off. Darkness, something he was sure not to leave you in. It made his heart drop. Paranoia dug through his skin, and thoughts raced as fast as he did look for you, checking the doors, the windows, looking for signs of your escape. He couldn't believe there weren't any.

He couldn't believe it when he saw you, either. Short red crop top, neck height fastened at the side with string, unholy short black skirt riding up your thighs, teasing the sight of your flesh, held tightly by the thigh highs, heels, high and undoubtfully difficult to walk in, yet how could it be you held your self with such elegant confidence, sitting at the edge of his desk, red lights illuminating your breathtaking features. You didn't need to move, you'd stolen the air from his lungs.

"Uh..." His words jumbled in a sharp exhale, trying to regain his composure. His words failed him as you stood up, slowly pushing yourself onto your feet, dangerous eyes studying him, as if he wasn't the giant barrel of a man, as if it were you with the keys to his cell. He was mesmerized, by every move, every breath, your hand twisting his useless tie around your fingers, and tugging him, as if he were your pet, guiding him to his chair. And he listened. Let you move him like a pawn, even though his gaze bore into you unnervingly as if he could tell this was off.

You didn't seem to care, moving to the back of the office chair, your fingers, long claws trailing down his shoulder, as you walked to the speaker, away from his eyes, you could feel the burn of his gaze watching you. Your hips may have swayed more, your walk into a strut, and your hands climbing up your thighs and finding themselves rubbing soothing circles underneath your skirt, slow, and sensual, surely grabbing his attention as the skin of your thighs exposed more and more, yet to inevitable hide behind the flowy material once more.

You didn't waste the opportunity as you steadied yourself in front of the speaker, spreading your stance wide, and slowly lowering yourself to turn the speaker on. Izuku didn't miss the way you arched your back slightly, the way your fingers moved down to the power button, the way your skirt flared up just enough for him to see the way your thighs curved into the most fantastic ass, yet covered enough to make him grit his teeth. He surely didn't miss the way your thigh highs rolled down a tad, or the colour of the underside of your black stilettos, the dark red extenuating the darkness, bringing sight to your allure. How could he miss the smoothness of your back? It made his heart hammer against his throat as if he'd swallowed it, holding back his impulses.

It almost made him laugh when the song came on.

Your slow rise, as the music, thrummed through the air. He sat up, "Darling, what--" His voice died when you'd held up your hand, demanding his silence, he watched, your hands toying with the strings of your top as if you knew exactly when the strings fell apart, not a single moment felt as torturous as it did when your top rose, falling just right, allowing the bottom of your breasts to show, nothing more. as if it were made to tantalize him. As if you were made to tantalize him. His eyes followed your every move, hand slowly moving from the line of your skirt, upwards and up until the soft flesh of your breast, he watched as you drew a lazy circle over your nipple, toying with his resolve, hand dipping underneath your supple flesh, moving upwards, with a drop of the beat, harshly and swiftly gripping your neck. Your head moved back, as if in the act itself, your lips parted softly, a soft exhale when your hands continued up to your lips, swiping your bright red lipstick to the side, smudging the Madonna. Your hips swung slowly with the beat, the flounce of the skirt extenuating your movements.

Izuku bit his tongue, the shivers crawling up his spine as if it were your claws that were tantalizing him. He could feel himself push against his dress pants, desperate for release, desperate for you. He held himself back, he didn't dare move, didn't utter a noise, afraid to whisk this dream of his out of his reach. He could only watch helplessly as you lowered down, as if in a drop, and spread your thighs, the damned skirt obstructing his view. He tried to stop all of the raging emotions that were attempting to sully his expression. Though he could feel the dark blush creep up his neck, your expression remained nonchalant, as if staring into his mind, listening to the sick thoughts that devoured his patience. Izuku let out a breath, it felt thick in the room, sickly sweaty and warm.

Slowly, you brought yourself back to a standing position, fingers toying with the skirt that he'd grown to resent. Your hips slowly moved as if he were under them, and his eyes moved to watch your fingers play with the silver zipper, with beat the zipper turned useless, and the skirt fell to the floor. The click of your heels as you stepped over the material... a sight to behold. This time, when you had slowly moved down, hands exploring the suddenly exposed flesh of your thighs, he did not ignore the way your eyes drilled into him, or the absolute godlike vision of your skin against the dark contrasting red heels as you fell in the position, like a cat, knees spread, you moved your body, your chest, against the wood, raising your hips off the floor, then slowly, moving onto your hands and knees, crawling towards him, slowly, under his desk. He moved back, pushed himself and the chair back until he reached the wall, watching you move beneath the desk and closer to his legs, hands moving up his shins and parting his legs, up and down his thighs, and his patience which was already wearing thin snapped.

The moment you moved between his legs, his large hand gripped your face, the green eyes which just a moment ago beheld you in surprise and flustered innocence, stared at you with lust so dark it made shivers crawl down your skin, like a jolt of electricity, he leaned down to whisper into your ear. You could feel his flushed skin, warm and slick with sweat as if he'd been holding back from ruining you, awaiting you to come to him instead. "Doll, what have you done?"

Your breath paused in your lungs when his hands moved to dismantle the strings you'd made in specific consideration. This was only a tease. Nothing was going to happen tonight. Your nails dug into his thighs, "No touching," You hissed.

He chuckled, a dark sound disturbing your confidence. "You started the game, darling." He gave no option for chatter when he pushed his lips against yours, arm snaking around you and forcing you to move closer, to stand up in front of him. When you'd managed to push him off you, you'd realised he'd unlaced the strings on your neck, allowing your top to fall to your waist, and exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes. You groaned, pushing him away and standing roughly in your irritance. Grabbing your top with you, "I said no fucking touching. Fuck off, I am done."

The moment you turned, you were pulled back by your hips, ignoring your yelp, he pushed you on top of himself, holding your face close to his, by your neck while his leg rested between your thighs, forcing you to shift your weight onto his lap. You could feel his breath on your jaw, his hand shifting from holding your thighs apart to travelling up your waist, to touching your newly exposed skin. "No, you're not."

You grit your teeth, fear moving through you while you tried to swallow it down, hyper-aware of his large hand holding your throat. "Izuku, You promised." You might as well have spit the words out.

"The moment your skirt moved up, darling, you should've known my words were dust." He hummed, his eyes shining dangerously, you could feel the smile before you saw it. "You can't be expected to put such a lovely act together and not see the results, right?"

He pushed slightly against your ass and forced an exhale out of your lips. "Don't play a game you can't lose."

"Fucking liar!" You hissed, pushing away from him, to no avail. He laughed, placing a kiss on your jaw while his knee moved against you for friction.

Your gasp of pleasure drove a surge of passion through him."Fucking tease.."

Eijirou Kirishima: 👑 Worship 👑

Kirishima is not the kidnapping type, so if you ever get into a relationship with him, it will be stalk full of manipulation. Though his mind does not really seem to comprehend that you, too, are a sexual creature with your own desires. He really thinks that you simply go along with his wants because you love him.

So when you wanted to 'talk,' his mind went into overdrive about what possible thing he must do to keep you right next to him. "Peaches," He started, walking into the bedroom, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded, eyes piercing into him. "...Is something wrong?"

"Yes." His heart sank at the words. He felt nervous energy force his fingers to twitch. "Sit," With a simple gesture towards the wooden chair.

He followed your words, and you'd never seen your boyfriend move so quickly. He'd usually contest this, kiss you and try to make you giggle, but he was too nervous, instead he simply just sat in the armchair at the opposite side of the room, legs pressed together and back straight, tapping his foot nervously. "Peaches...Did I do something--?"

You raised your hand to silence him, but instead, opened your phone, sitting in silence, leg crossed over the other, forcing him to sit and stew in his nervous energy. His mind raced. He was surprised when instead of speaking the speakers in the room turned on.

It was almost dreamlike in sequence when you walked slowly to the window centred in the room, sunlight streaming through the window giving you the only warm light in the room, he watched the way you allowed the sun to bathe you in it's light, as if it were basking in your beauty, as if it were in the sky only so it may have the opportunity to touch your skin with it's light. It made Kiri pause, just to stare at the view. The white sundress seemed to stick to your body, underneath the rays, he could see the darkness of your lingerie wrapped around you.

You could see his mind go blank as he took you in. The pleasure which drove through you made your skin light on fire, when his eyes turned to yours. His breath faltered, it took everything out of you to hold back your smile. Instead, you allowed your heavy gaze to fall on him, the sleepy look you gave him already pushed his insides into a hot melting pot in his stomach. "Peaches that dress isn't--"

The minute the song's beat dropped, so did your patience for his morally high attitude. You moved towards him quickly, forcing his words to halt when you slammed your heel onto the wood between his legs, forcing him to pause and stare at you. You could see the vibrant red swirl with temptation, he parted his thighs, leaving room for you. You took him by surprise, pushing your forehead against his, and taking another step onto the chair, standing and straightening your posture, gazing down at him. slowly your hand gripped his hair and pulled him upwards, you could see him gasp, and watched carefully as you moved your hips to the rhythm, holding his head close to you (also for support, but hoping he wouldn't notice), bending slowly, one leg then the other, aware of your dress as it brushed against his skin. You dropped with the beat, on the tips of your toes. You couldn't help but laugh when he jumped, his hands instinctually moving to grip your waist. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pushed your hips against him, rolling your body against his chest, fully aware of his hands moving to grip your ass underneath the dress he was growing to hate. Slowly, you moved against his chest, inhaling in his scent, making sure his eyes were fully on yours, and watched him shiver.

Kirishima might as well had cut his tongue, cause he sure as hell found himself speechless, somehow aware of your every touch, hell he helplessly watched your chest rise and fall with your heavy breaths. When you'd moved your hands through his hair, your legs moving to either side of him, stradling him as the music slowed, his eyes finally moved to the sundress, the flimsy straps holding it up were tempting his resilience, almost as much as you were while you moved your hips to the music, somehow irritatingly holding enough distance to toy with him, to graze him and steal whatever was holding him from tearing you apart.

His eyes were glued to your skin, the strap of your dress falling over your shoulder, it was enticing him, and he moved to tear it, but you were quicker, sitting up, pushing your forehead to his, and moving to kiss him. Kiri might as well had been salivating, his lips parting before you had even decided on what to do, ready to have you. His breath grew heavier when you leaned in, barely grazing the side of his mouth before you threw your head back, moving in a circle, and then back, only to push against his hard-on, and meet his eyes, before you were on your feet again, and his lap lay empty, clearly betraying what you were doing to him.

You almost laughed when you'd heard his frustrated sigh, the way that his crimson eyes followed your every sensual step as you circled him, the desperate way his hand attempted to hold onto your waist. The next time you approached him andreached over to part his thighs he moved immediately, unaware of the way he was reacting, his eyes bearing into yours unwavering. You stood your back to him, slowly bending over, hips moving to the music, he watched in pure awe as you moved down to a sitting position in between his legs, using his knees to support your weight, and this time allowing both the straps of your dress to slip past your shoulder. He wasted no time and reached to unzip your dress. And you let him.

Your hips swayed to the music, and forced a breath from him long held in when you'd dropped down and spread your thighs, hands moving to your knees, and slowly tracing the skin of your thighs, pushing lace of your dress further and further. You didn't need to look back to know he was watching, you could see his thighs shake slightly in contained excitement. Turning with your knee resting on the floor you threw him a dirty look, your hand resting on his thigh once more. His eyes followed the fabric of your dress as it slid off your shoulders, and down your arms, exposing your skin. Your boyfriend almost looked lost in thought, the only way you could tell he was here was the way his breaths started matching yours as his eyes gazed at your chest, rising and falling. You scoffed, and made sure your nails pushed against his skin as you stood, hand trailing up your thigh.

The music silenced. You took your shot, standing in front of him, and backing up, you slowly let the dress pool around your feet like gold.

The black and gold lingerie underneath felt tighter than ever around you as you watched for his reaction. It stunned you when his eyes widened and his lips parted, and he met your gaze with an innocently startled one. It made your confidence falter a slight, yet you pushed forward, reminding yourself the setting sun behind you reflected your sense perfectly. Kirishima gazed in awe. The golden detailing and jewellery shone in the sun, and he could have sworn he glimpsed a crown around your head in the heat of your majesty.

You stalked towards him as if you'd been walking on air, gracefully despite the constricting wear. Tracing his shoulders as you walked around him, you leaned in and he felt compelled to follow you in mere hope you'd allow him a taste of more than the sinful vision. Yet you didn't kiss him like he so desperately wanted. You walked past him, and he almost felt shame for following you with his head as if he'd been a puppy begging for your divine attention. It was only redeemed when you threw yourself into his lap, and he'd immediately held your body to his, cursing lowly while you threw your head back in laughter, unaware he was still enamoured by the act you'd blessed him with.

You slung your arms around his neck, and pulled him close, and he held his breath, as if you would deprive him of your lips had he let out a lustful breath. Except you only smiled, "Don't be a tease, honey. I didn't lace myself with gold so you can stare."

Saying he'd hungrily taken your lips was an understatement. It was thrilling, watching his eyes darken to black with desire.

Of course he wasn't going to stare. "Peaches..." He breathed after the kiss had stolen it from his lungs, you could feel the grip of his tighten, as if his skin was begging to harden around you, and you were a ta nervous he was about to let it. "I'm about to show you what worship really means."

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mellowmin · 1 year ago

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Lmao I'm on a fnaf frenzy sorry not sorry

But I was just thinking who in mha would be good for a watch party and these are my thoughts so far:

FNAF Movie Spoilers ahead!

• Jirou is a casual enjoyer, got into the fandom because of the music lol so she loves The Living Tombstone and wants to see if they'll make it to the movie's soundtrack. Her fave song would be I got no time (not bc its my obsession at the moment or anything lol what).

She would put on an all black outfit with striped sleeves and leg warmers, do some loosely puppet inspired make up and call it a day.

• Tokoyami bc of course, come on. Look at him -a horror kid and a theater kid at the same time- he can't not like fnaf come on dude like.

His fave game would probs be Fnaf4 or maybe a fanmade like TJOC or Jr's.

What I'm still debating on is whether or not he would dress up for the movie (maybe like a securitiy guard or like puppet?? Or perhaps he'd just wear a formal suit Idk)

• Shinsou also just gives me the vibe, but I feel like he'd be a little more interested in the lore than the games, like he would play the easier ones but the more stressful games? Lol no he'll just watch Mark suffer for him. Thinks Security Breach sucks though.

He'd be one of those people complaining about the fort scene but Deku shuts him up real fast on that one (THEY'RE KIDS SHINSOU THE GHOSTS ARE LITTLE CHILDREN AND BESIDES IT'S RELATED TO THE PLO-)

Would dress up as either grunge or cunty purple guy

• DEKU OMG DEKU DUDE. A HARDCORE FAN. He's Mathew Patrick's no1 follower, probably follows every single one of his channels and is basically just a matpat 2.0 when it comes to making theories to be honest.

He's consumed every single piece of fnaf media possible and goes crazy analyzing every single detail on this film. I feel like talking/ranting/gushing to him ab this movie would be so much fun (but you have to be somewhat well-versed in the lore lol).

Screams through 60% of the movie, whether it is from goddamn Balloon Boy or from excitement. Will rewatch it any time he has the chance to.

Also he'd probably like the super complicated games like Fnaf2, Sister Location or UCM on all max lol. Would dress up but keep it lowkey (like a brown shirt, a little hat and Freddy ears omg what a cutie)

• Maybe Kaminari? But I feel like he'd only play Security Breach or the roblox versions of the games lmao.

He'd simp hard for Vanny/Vanessa while still being scared shitless of her chases. Other than that he'd probably rather just watch his friends play the games from a safe distance (and with the lights on). Simps hard for both Mike and Vanessa in the movie lol (maybe Afton too? Who knows).

In it for the memes 100%, he WILL start singing 'harr harr harr harr harr' in the theater at any point in the movie if he's not supervised.

Would dress up either matching deku or as toy chica (and I mean obnoxious game-accurate make up, hot pink booty shorts, a crop top and the apron- only because they told him he wasn't allowed in the theater without a shirt on)

That's it lmao but you can add anything in the tags/comments

#fnaf #fnaf movie #bnha #mha #mha hcs #midoriya izuku #shinso hitoshi #tokoyami fumigake #jirou kyouka #kaminari denki

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ofmermaidstories · 2 years ago

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Hey, Merms! 👋

You always do such a good job avoiding physical descriptions when writing the Y/N's, but lately I've been wondering: what kinds of clothes do you personally imagine them wearing? You once mentioned your "headcanons" for the kinds of perfume they might wear, and I thought that was super fun. Also, you always describe clothes so beautifully! The parts in something where Kenzo, Kihara, and Scribbles are going over the Hero Gala outfits are some of my favorites.

On that note, I'm especially curious about Scribbles' wardrobe, since Deku's poor fashion choices are always a point of major contention lol.

I love getting to play with clothing, in writing, because beyond just liking clothes, personally, narratively they serve such an important function in world/character-building. Clothes are so telling of a person! Which is why I find it so necessary to avoid it as much as humanly possible with a Y/N, unless there’s a narrative/meta reasoning for it (getting a new coat, scarf; being kitted out for a formal event. Indulging in high-end lingerie to showcase you do think about what you’re wearing, at least intimately, and thus giving you a reason to be judgemental of someone else’s poor tastes in fucking cargo pants). But okay, I’ll play. 👀 Putting everything under a cut, so those of our friends who don’t want the fun/fantasy of the Y/N they imagine ruined don’t have to see my subjective taste in fashion, LOL.

Let’s start off with my baby, Weedsy-woo.

Weeds would wear a lot of natural fibres, like 100% linen pants or dresses, woollen tops for the cooler months. Weeds was raised by Granddad, so Weed’s style would be unconsciously conservative, (high necklines, for example) especially on days when Weeds is working in the shop (which is most days lmao). Granddad was a practical man, though! So even though there’d be a unintentional romanticism in Weed’s choices (a lot of flowy cuts in the dresses and skirts), they’re made knowing that Weeds has to stand or work in them, and that they need to be comfortable and be able to handle, idk, getting wet from dripping flower ends, be about to get dirty and easily washable. There’d be a lot of soft colours (beiges and pale rosy pinks, sage greens) with the occasional vibrant pop of colour (a fun print of fluro pink and yellow and orange, for example, on a top maybe; or the red coat Akane gifts Weeds for Christmas, the yellow scarf from Katsuki). Once Katsuki comes into the picture and has carved out his own permanent space, some of his jackets would start appearing slung over a shop chair, or wrapped around Weeds in the early morning hours of the freezing warehouses of the flower markets.

Okay though, let’s talk my troublemarker Scribbles.

Scribbles is sloppy. Wide-leg men’s pants, fished out from a 200-yen bin at an op-shop. Old, well-worn band t-shirts that have given so much in slack they slip over the shoulder. A sarong from a little Bali-import store that Scribbles finds in Mum’s stuff, when Mum moves to New Zealand. Oversized mens shirts, fished out from that same op-shop, layered over crop tops and silky singlets. Scribbles would like cuts that show cleavage, because why spend good money on lingerie if you’re not going to show it off somehow?

But mostly, I don’t think Scribbles would really overthink things. Because Scribbles spends like, idk, 17 hours or something bent over a tablet/lightboard, trying to draw, the pieces Scribs wears have to be comfortable (cue the wide pants, the oversized shirts). Scribbles crawls out of bed at 8 am (after coming home at 4am), crawls into the first pair of pants that smell clean and then idk, a random top pulled from a basket, before throwing on on old painter’s overcoat, because the aircon can get kind of chilly. But because Scribbles is an artist (an artist raised by a model mother who adored fashion), Scribs has an unwitting eye for it—every piece in Scribble’s wardrobe can be mixed and matched. I’ve always, always, from day one imagined Scribbles to be the kind of Cool Girl that can make anything work, from sheer attitude alone, but I think the deck was stacked from the beginning for Scribs, too. I think it makes it doubly unfair that Scribbles is so mean about Deku’s choices LOL, because Scribbles just takes it for granted that of course people can dress well, so wtf is he doing with all those cheesy t-shirts? That kindergarten colour-blocking he has going on with the hero merch? Disgusting, pull yourself together, Deku.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #i enjoyed answering this one anon but now im worried scribbles isn’t cool enough to be as mean to deku as scribs is LOL #surrender-fic verse #passion for fashion: the dress-up tag

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devilherself666 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9! (BAKUTODODEKU X READER MAIFA AU!)

~three months before~

"So what is your plan for getting past those guys?" Todoroki asked. I laughed and looked at Bakugou and Todoroki. "Live bait." I smirked. Deku nodded. "Good idea!." He spoke. "Hey!" Bakugo yelled. I laughed. "Come on guys, you have to create a devison!" I sighed. "What do you want us to do? Dress in drag and do the haul?" They asked at the same time, me and Deku looked at them. "OH COME ON!" Bakugo yelled, throwing his hands up.

We were out at a steakhouse, where hawks and Dabi were last seen. We have been looking since we got the plan out there. Find them and find out what my brother was hiding. Bakugo and Todoroki tied their shirts into crop tops and walked out into the open swaying their asses, Deku couldn't take his eyes off. "Hey hot shot, we're going to go." I huffed and he sighed as he nodded. We walked behind the men and got into the steakhouse, but it wasn't any steakhouse, it was a hit men one. A lot of people come here to hire one but it costs an arm and a leg just to get in. Reason me and Deku snuck in. "Should we just ask around?" I asked and he shook his head.

He looked around and then back on me. "They are not gonna tell us, for their own safety, they don't trust no one." He spoke and I looked at him. "So what do we do?" I ask. "Listen, there will be one person that talks shit about one of them, not far long." He huffed and I nodded. They don't trust outsiders? How can they tell I am not a hitman? Do they have a certain look? I asked myself so many questions I didn't know was a thing. I looked at deku and smiled. "You know, you are the number one mafia leader, you could just scare it out of them?" I asked and he looked at me, like I had two heads. "They don't know what I look like, and I like it that way." He huffed and I smirked as I looked around and saw a door. I walked over to it and it was a dark room. "Perfect, Izu." I spoke slightly and he walked over and smirked. "You are smart and beautiful." He spoke softly and I blushed. "Shh." I huffed and dragged someone into the room and deku stood in the corner holding my waist to his.

"Do you know hawks and dabi?" Deku asked in a scary voice and honestly it was hot to me. "Why would I tell you?" The guy huffed. "Because I'm Deku." He growled in my ear and I felt shivers down my spine to my core and sighed. "O-oh." He stuttered. "Tell me." He growled again and I felt the breathing on my neck. I wanna move, I was getting hot. "They were here about an hour ago, they came in and ordered a hit man for someone named Y/n." He sighed. "And?" He huffed. "Oh no, no one took the offer, y/n and her brother are crazy, and they are survivors no one can kill them." He shivered and I smirked, the fear I gave them felt good.

Deku looked at the guy and growled and I sighed, the guy looked at us trying to focus. "They say anything else?" deku asked and the man sighed. "They said something about a forbidden place, said they will be back in three months to try again." He spoke and deku growled. "You are free to go." I spoke and pushed me out of the closet and sighed breathing. "What's wrong darling?" He growled, pinning me to the wall. "Nothing." I huffed. He looked down at me, I could see those green eyes glowing in the dark and my whole body shivered. "I think you like my growling, and working voice or those wiggles was something else." He chuckled and I blushed. I didn't even know I was rubbing my thighs together.

"I was not." I huffed and he looked down and put his face closer. "Lying is bad y/n." He growled. I gulped and looked away and he pulled my face to face him. Right when I felt like we were about to kiss the door opened. "Finally." Bakugo huffed and Deku glared at him and I shivered and looked at Bakugo. "Thank you." I sighed to him.

I just met him. Why am I trying to kiss him? Is he hot? Yes. Would I kiss him? Yes. Would I date him? Most definitely. I don't even know this man and he already has me wrapped, but I have a connection with Todoroki right?

Bakugo and Todoroki started to follow us and we walked back to the base. "What are we supposed to do for three months?" Deku asked angrily. I sighed "we wait, all we can do." I sighed. He looked at me and Todoroki looked at me and Deku. I smiled at him to assure him but what am I assuring him on? Deku sighed. "You are right. Todoroki to my office for a self-employed meeting." He growled and that didn't sound like his working voice, something was off. Me and Bakugou walked away and he looked at me. "They are gonna fuck." He spoke. I looked at him shocked. "What do you mean?" I asked and he looked at him and sighed. "I mean me, Icy-Hot and that nerd are in a relationship, and Deku takes his anger out on Todoroki with sex most of the time, only needs me when he doesn't feel like being a top." Bakugo huffed and me and my mouth fell open. So Todoroki and Deku both tried to make a move on me and they are all dating each other? What the hell is this mess?

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Hi! So I did send a request but I kinda realized that it was an annon request and I'm not sure if you do those since I didn't see it when I was looking for your rules? Or how old you would prefer but I'm 18.. Also I was sleep deprived as hell and half asleep while writing it soo I don't really remember what it says, I mean I vaguely do but mostly not so I'm going to re-write it! If that's okay of course do not feel pressured to do this or not it's chill if you don't want to. And this is just and ask for MHA matchup just preferably not bakugo or deku I'm very open to side characters like sero or shoji I'm also bi 🏳️‍🌈

Appearance: im a 4'9 Latina girl she/her Curly Dark hair that reaches mid back, I almost always have my hair up in some kind of way. I like my hair down but I feel like I look wierd with it down at the same time? So I only have it down around people I really like. I have dimples, round glasses I need but lose all the time, some tats on my arm Many beauty marks all over my legs and arms and three on my face that I like, big ass Dark eyes with decent lashes, button nose, and I'm fit? I have a pear body because I have a big but and bumper car thighs :( and I dress colorful, kinda retro. Big Chunky earrings and sneakers, bell bottoms and mom jeans with flowers embroidered on, colorful eyeliner, Colorful tube tops or crop tops or just like an oversized shirt, messenger bags, varsity jackets, and if my hair is down head scarfs ( like a bandana not hijab although hijab is really pretty too) and I do have an affinity for oversized hoodies.

Personality: Im a Sagittarius! Mbti- Enfp, Hufflepuff, My fav color is orange and my favorite flower is a marigold. I'm usually a very rational person I don't go into a situation guns blazing and I examine absolutely everything before jumping in, after a brief period of Examining however I'm completely different I'm loud, energetic, Creative, playful, social, bubbly, silly, Assertive, dramatic, very affectionate and loving, and sickeningly sarcastic. I would rather get trampled on by elephants than make someone mad or disappointed but I will not tolerate being treated like shit by people I don't know and will be able to hold my ground. I'm good at arguing but I'm always willing to admit I'm wrong and dont love doing it. I'm a peace keeper who hates when other people fight so I help whoever is fighting work out their issues so everything is good again :) but I have punched people before for my brother so I'm not afraid of violence I just don't like drama or people being mad. Im an adrenaline junkie and love doing stupid shit like playing chicken in the street and trying new stuff. I'm adaptive and have many friends from different places and social groups and I'm like a chameleon, I adapt to those who are around me. I'm always smiling or laughing or joking or at least trying! I'm a busy bee! I hate staying still and not doing anything. I love going outside or going out in general I am a full blown extrovert! Im pretty playful and childish but Im a perfectionist and want to be the best at everything I do, very competitive. I'm very talkative and accidentally ramble or repeat myself. Im a hopeless romantic, I believe absolutely everyone has a someone and I like the kissing in the rain and little picnics or chilling at home to watch a really dumb movie. I love joking around getting others to laugh! I like having inside jokes or little personal moments and I take a lot of pics all the time. My friends have told me I'm very comforting and helpful when they are panicking and I've always liked that I work great under pressure. I can run solely off the serotonin of 1 compliment for week. I'm low-key a neat freak. My friends and family say I'm a bright light and it makes me really happy they feel that way. I value family and friends above all else. I am more than happy to give up an opportunity given to me so a Friend could have it. I'm a ball of energy who has a lot of love to give. And finally my love language is giving gifts and physical touch when I make a friend that is really close I make paper origami butterflies in their fave colors to give them, I make food or give people snacks to show love and I like getting that stuff in return. I'm not huge on PDA but as long as we aren't full on making out or cuddling in public we good 😊 I just get embarrassed sometimes. But I love giving hugs and kisses and I tell people I love them all the time.

Interests/likes: I love reading, writing, running, drawing, anything to with getting lost in my own world. I kayak, surf, swim, workout out and love decorating, I love to play sports like cross country and volleyball and music is amazing (concerts are my favorite thing ever) I like screaming the lyrics to my fave songs, I have fake plants cause I can't remember to keep real ones Alive and and I have two fur babies biscuit the tabby cat and Poco the Border collie. I babysit young kids all the time, I like playing in mud or getting into mud wars (me and my brother and some neighbors did it all the time when we were younger) I love coffee and tea (Ik such a surprising and original trait to have) but it taste great so I like curling up with a romance novel listening to rain out side with tea and some quiet music playing. I like star gazing or doing late night shinanagins. I'm a bit of a shopoholic when It comes to clothes 😅

Dislikes: DOLLS (I fucking hate them) being sick, being underestimate, being pitied or helped, axe body spray, dancing (not a hate but just something I can't do for the life of me.) And finally my laugh, it's not like a cute little one, no its a loud obnoxious annoying one, I laugh a lot but I'm very self conscious about it.

Bad stuff: I seem happy and energetic all the time but I'm really not, I'm tired and feel like shit but I cannot stand asking for help, ever. Unless I'm actively bleeding out I won't ask for help and even then I'll try to drive myself to the hospital first, I'm stubborn and procrastinate a lit, I will work myself so hard on being the best till I break and can't function anymore. I'm very fidgety When I'm stressed I tend to hit myself or pull my hair. I can get very overstimulated or triggered and will get very quiet and curl up and that is a cue I need to leave or get anxiety meds but I need someone to hold me for a good minute or I'll dissociate. I have a hard time letting my feelings out because I feel like I have to be bright and happy all the time to keep others happy and safe it'll eventually build up to the point I break and all my self poison comes out. some days I struggle with my mental disorders so bad I just need love and to be told I'm pretty, which sounds stupid and vain but anorexia and body dysmorphia is not fun and that's the simplest way to help. I have depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADHD and anorexia. Sometimes the happy version of me is to much and I have to take a break and lay down and just have a day with my significant other without people in a space where I'm okay to cry I need people to not freak out when I'm not a ball bursting with energy and just want to sit down and play crash bandicoot, it doesnt mean im mad I just need to recharge!! And I still love everyone just as much even when I'm having a horrible day but I need to know it's okay to be shy sometimes.

I'm sorry this is so long, I again have a habit to ramble but just know your a great writer and I love your stuff! (No this isn't me kissing up) and if you don't want to write this it's perfectly fine, thank you for even reading it, I remember the first time I sent the request I was feeling really overwhelmed and I'm sorry that I'm still a bit overwhelmed so if any of what I wrote was triggering I'm very deeply sorry and I hope you have a good day I just can't pay for therapy and prepping for college is stressful.

Hi hi there, first of all thank you for being so sweet in your request and for the compliments on my writing, it really means a lot to me :) Second of all, I already said most of this when I messaged you before so I'll try not to repeat myself much, but you don’t need to apologize at all, for rambling or for feeling overwhelmed. I appreciate how cautious you are, but I don’t mind being a place to vent if you guys ever need it, so your request was perfectly fine. :] I hope you enjoy your match-up, thank you again for being so kind and for giving me so much information to work with because it really helped! :D

I’d Match You With:

Mezo Shoji! :D

Reasoning:

I swear I already had him picked out for you even before you sent your most recent request lol, when I saw that you were open to side characters and read through your request my mind immediately went to Shoji! He seems like the type of boyfriend who would be good to you and who could give you the love you need, he’d be able to meet your needs and show you the love and care you deserve <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Shoji knows you typically have your hair up, and his dupli-arms are perfect for doing your hair so he loves helping you out and styling your hair if you’re willing to let him <3 It’s not something he has a lot of experience in, so you’ll have to help and guide him through things a bit whenever he’s trying out a new hairstyle for the first time, but he catches on quickly and loves doing your hair for you once he does <3

- He also likes tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your tattoos, or tracing lines between your beauty marks like constellations <3 he thinks they’re all so beautiful and this is one of the more subtle ways he likes to show affection to you, sometimes he’ll even press gentle pecks on your beauty marks if the two of you are alone and he's feeling extra affectionate

- Shoji will give you all his oversized hoodies to wear without you even needing to ask because he knows you love them, and it makes his heart flutter whenever he sees you wearing them out in public <3 He’s too shy to initiate much PDA in public, so he likes when you wear his hoodies while you’re out because he gets to show off his beautiful girlfriend without being too obvious about it at the same time

- Shoji absolutely hates arguing with you, so he makes sure he never gets to the point where you even have to snap at him or escalate things. He knows you’re more than willing to stand your ground and he's glad you're willing to call him out when necessary, and he’s always very receptive when you tell him you’re upset with him because he wants to resolve the issue and improve upon his weaknesses so that he doesn’t hurt you in any way. He’s very good at receiving and adapting to any concerns you have, so arguments never really escalate between the two of you

- Shoji’s definitely much more introverted in comparison to you, but you’re able to compromise in your relationship so that both of your needs get met <3 As long as you’re willing to give him a bit of time to himself/in the house to recharge (which he knows you also need on occasion, so this works out well for both of you), he’s happy to go out with you and your friends with you as well, although you’ll typically be leading the conversions with occasional additions from him as he gently squeezes your hand for reassurance

- Shoji definitely gets pretty shy when it comes to doing romantic gestures for you, but he’s also a very romantic guy despite his nerves so he fulfills all your cheesy romance dreams :> Walking you home after a date as rain gently falls around the two of you and eventually leaning in to press a tentative kiss to your lips (and taking care of you if you end up getting sick later lol), setting up cute little picnic dates, he’s the most romantic boyfriend you could ever ask for even if he’s shy about it

- Shoji’s big on subtle physical touch, especially hugs when the two of you are alone :D He constantly has at least one arm wrapped around you if he’s not holding you completely, with all of his arms. However, he’s much more shy when it comes to kisses ^^ He really likes them though, he’s just too nervous to initiate most of the time so you may have to initiate more often than not if you want kisses from him lol

- Shoji definitely seems like the type of person who really enjoys concerts as well, and as the two of you have been together for a longer period of time his music taste starts to blend with yours, so he frequently gifts you concert tickets so the two of you can go see your favorite bands/artists together <3 He definitely brings earplugs for himself to protect his ears a bit, too, and a pair for you as well if you want them!

- Shoji absolutely adores the sound of your laugh, he knows that you’re self conscious about it so he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to it or make you feel insecure in any way, but occasionally when the two of you are alone and he makes you laugh he tells you how much he adores the sound of you laughing, and how much it warms his heart to see the person he loves the most so happy <3

- Once you feel comfortable enough in your relationship to open up with Shoji about your mental health struggles, he tries his absolute best to support you in every way you can <3 And he makes sure that you know that he never thinks that you're stupid or vain or upsetting him in any way by needing his support (because you're not, you're just struggling and can't fight all on your own which is more than understandable), he just wants to do whatever he can to lessen your struggles because he loves you <3 Whenever he sees that you’re struggling he’ll find a way for you to take a mental health day if at all possible. He’s happy to just stay at home with you all day so you don’t feel any pressure to act happy or bubbly, and he’s willing to either cuddle you or give you space depending on what you need. He’ll happily spend the whole day pampering you and telling you how gorgeous you are and just how much you mean to him/how thankful he is to have you, even going as far as to explain every reason why he loves you as much as he does. He just wants to do whatever he can as your boyfriend to help you work through your struggles <3

Song For Your Relationship:

Unconditionally by Katy Perry :)

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hostagex · 2 years ago

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Ultra Black

Chapter Two

Link for chapter one: https://www.tumblr.com/hostagex/711808433397104640/ultra-black

Izuku knew that the newest project he took on was going to be a rough one. His current client reached out to him asking for a large black and gray realism piece on his entire upper back of an eagle flying over a canyon. He knew he could do it, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that it was going to take at least three sessions, each being roughly 6 hours long in length, and any tattoo that long was going to do a number on his body.

People always think tattooing is an easy and a fun job. ‘It’s just drawing a picture on someone right?’ Wrong. It takes a certain amount of skill and precision that not everyone is born with. Hell, even some artists don't have that talent. Spending hours upon hours in one position, making sure the needle doesn't accidentally fray away from the outline, and God forbid the client moves from pain or from needing a break from the position they were in. After long projects like this, Izuku takes a week long break from the shop to recover and recoup. Being your own boss sure has its perks sometimes.

“Hey ‘Zuku, you in there?” He hears from the doorway of the drawing room. Breaking from his concentration on sketching up the design, Izuku looks up to see Himiko, the artist who has had a spot in Ultra Black longest and who just so happened to be his closest friend.

He met Himiko Toga when the shop first opened its doors and was looking for artists. They showed up one brisk winter morning wearing nothing but a crop top and sleep shorts, toting their portfolio in an old Trader Joe’s bag. Upon meeting them and seeing their work, Izuku hired them instantly. At the time, they were the only other artist in his freshly opened shop. Himiko’s portfolio was all over the place. Sporting some trash polka pieces, a few new school tattoos, and even a couple beautiful portraits. But their favorite style, and subsequently what they excelled at was intricate geometric-style tattoos. Somehow, this eccentric, wild-child of a human was able to get so uber-focused and create some of the most complex pieces Izuku had ever seen.

Realizing he was being talked to, Izuku sighed and set down his Apple pencil and locked his iPad. Turning around, he looked up at his friend just to see a concerned look on their face. “What’s up ‘Zuku? I know that look. You’re working too hard, bud.” Himiko kicked off the doorframe and walked over to their boss slash friend, proceeding to rub his shoulders. Izuku let out a deep groan and leaned into the touch.

“It’s nothing new Himiko. Just the same shit different month. Client comes in with a massive tat expecting fifty things put into one job and then hoping for it to get done within a short period of time.” He lightly shoved off the other artist's hands and turned over, grabbing their hands and giving them a light, loving kiss on their knuckles. “Thank you for caring about me though. It’s just the job. Everything will go back to normal once it’s done and I get my break.” Izuku said, rubbing Himiko’s knuckles with his thumbs. Himiko let out a huff of laughter and raised one of their brows.

“Oh is that it? One of Deku’s infamous week long benders? What will it be this time? A week long fuck-fest in an AirBnB somewhere in the middle of no where or your naked ass scaring my precious dog-child by not moving for over 72 hours on the couch?” They asked coyly.

Izuku gave then a mock look of shock, took his hands away and flipped them off, turning around in his chair and unlocked his iPad to get ready to continue the drawing. “Oh don’t be like that dummy. You know I only care about you! I just don’t want you to get hurt or for anything to happen. Just see where I’m coming from for a second?” They ask, hoping up on the table, legs swinging beneath them. Izuku looked up and set his head in his palm.

“Yeah I know. I just… you know I need my breaks when I get a big project like this. Whether that be with a couple hookups or vegging out on the couch, I need some way to release.” Himiko took his other hand and squeezed it.

“I know that you idiot. I just want you to be careful. If you’re going to fuck a couple rando’s then more power to you! Lord knows I’ve done that. I just ask that you do a bit of investigating before doing anything? You remember what happened last time you had one of these weeks?”

Oh how could he forget? The first guy he found off Tinder he took up to a private AirBnB and upon getting there, the guy asked him for a couple free tattoos. And when Izuku subsequently said no, the man got aggressive. Izuku had to take out his pocket knife and threaten to use it against him if he didn’t leave immediately. Thankfully, he got the message and left. Izuku, not feeling safe whatsoever, drove back to his apartment and spent the week on and off crying and being volatile towards anyone who reached out to him. In the end, Himiko came over, heard Izuku out through tears and snot, and held him for a few hours until he fell asleep.

“I know. That won’t happen again. I just…I know this is going to be a hard one and I’ll need some me time.” He looked up at his closest friend and smiled softly. “I’ll be safe, I promise. Besides, I always have you to fuck someone up if I need you too right?” Izuku said with a chuckle.

Himiko gave him a sad smile. “Damn right you do bud.” They reached over and gave his shoulder a final squeeze before jumping down from the table and padding over to their own designated drawing area. Just as Izuku was about to continue his work, the bell on the counter of the reception desk chimed..

“I’ll get it. You keep working, boss!” Himiko said, a smile on their lips. Izuku nodded and threw a corresponding smile their way.

He went back to his work, shading a certain section of the eagle when he heard a gasp coming from his coworker out in the lobby. Rushing up, Izuku dropped everything and quickly ran over to the front of house. Noticing a particular blonde-haired delivery man in his shop.

“Oh my god ‘Zuku! Flowers! For me! Shit I wonder who they’re from?” Himiko took the flowers from the man, Katsuki, if Izuku remembered correctly. Doing a quick once over, it looked like the tall man was wearing the same attire he wore when he delivered the bouquet that now rests on his kitchen counter. Izuku’s eyes snap back to Himiko as she lets out a loud squeal. “‘Zuku! You didn’t fuckin’ tell me I had an admirer! You asshat!” They punch his shoulder and show the card. Already knowing the flowers were from his previous client, Jin, Izuku feigns ignorance.

“What! I don’t know anything! Don’t hurt me!” He says with a fake hurt voice. Izuku chuckles and looks back over to the man in front of him as Himiko takes the flowers and thanks the man. He gives a quick ‘you’re welcome’ before beginning to head out of the shop. Not wanting to say goodbye quite yet, Izuku grabs his wrist. Katsuki spins around and snatches his wrist away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Katsuki asked gruffly, taking a step back in the process.

“Shit I’m sorry. I-uh, guess you don’t remember me, huh?” Izuku said, bringing up his arm to rub the back of his head. The florist crosses his arms and gives Izuku a knowing smirk. “Oh, I remember you. How could I forget? Sunflowers and red roses. Delivered to the guy in crisp, stark white, tighty-whiteys.”

Izuku brings his arm down and blushes bright red, highlighting the freckles on his face. “Uh…right. That’s me.” He lets out a nervous laugh. Izuku quickly closes his eyes and says a quick prayer for luck and begins. “Hey, I’m almost done for the night here. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to catch a drink later? Or grab a bite downtown?” Izuku asks with a small smile.

Katsuki looks him up and down slowly. Starting at Izuku’s deep emerald green hair, working his way down noticing the attire of the artist. Tight black tank top with black cargo pants and combat boots. Not bad. Katsuki thinks to himself.

“Nah, I think I’m good. Hope you find someone good for that week long fuck-fest though.” Katsuki says, a smirk on his face and throwing a wink Izuku’s way. Izuku’s jaw drops as Katsuki leaves out the front door.

“Oh shit. He got you GOOD ‘Zuku.” Himiko says from behind him. He spins around and sees them sitting on his tattoo table, legs rocking underneath them. Izuku sighs and shoots them a frustrated look before heading back to his drawing station, picking up his phone and getting to work.

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A week later, Izuku reluctantly finds himself in front of Dynamite Flowers floral shop. But before he finally made the decision to show up at the flower shop, Izuku decided to do the best thing he could in this sort of situation. Look up his schoolboy crush online.

Katsuki Bakugo. The owner of the newly opened Dynamite Flowers and son of Mitsuki and Masaru. The man was twenty-six years old and lived in the rougher part of the city with his black cat Mikey. Thank god for the internet, Izuku thought to himself.

With a heavy sigh, he opened the shop door and was met with all different types of aromas from every possible flower. He looked to his left and found roses and baby’s breath and lavender. Looking to his right he found sunflowers and lilies and marigolds. The sheer number of fresh flowers was almost intoxicating to him.

“Oh no. I know that look. Here, here’s a chair if you need a second.” A man's voice said to Izuku. He followed the sound of the voice and found a man with bright blonde hair with black roots peaking out. The man motioned for Izuku to take a seat and settle himself. He shook his head and attempted to steady his breathing.

“Thank you but I’m good. Just… not used to this level of smell you know? I love flowers and all but I couldn’t imagine working here everyday.” Izuku admits, looking around the shop as he speaks. The worker in front of him laughs and takes back the chair to the other side of the check-out desk.

“Man do I get that! When I first started working here I had to carry pain meds on me twenty four seven! The smell gave me killer headaches and I would break out in hives!” He smiled at the thought before continuing “Now it’s just all in the background. Almost like when you’re getting a tattoo but you’re listening to your own music but you can still hear the faint buzz of the needle?” Izuku laughs at the comparison.

“Yeah man I get that.” He smiles and the man reaches out his hand over the counter. “Names Denki! Was there anything I can help you find today? Anything special for a certain occasion?” Denki asks with a bright smile. Izuku looks down at the extended hand and takes it, giving it a shake.

“Actually, yeah Denki. I think I do have an idea for a bouquet.” Izuku says with a sly grin.

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