#do you know how hard it is to draw izukus hair

[celesteleoves]

hey! can you do headcanons on Bakugou and Izuku (separate) with a reader who's quiet and doesn't talk much but is Hella strong. How would they react to it? If you do thanks sm! it's really sweet of you!!!! :)

“SO SWEET, WITH A MEAN STREAK.”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU/IZUKU MIDORIYA x reader.

summary: your quiet strength intrigues these two boys, how would they react to you before/in a relationship?

warnings: none!!

a/n: this is such a cute ask!! i hope this is to your liking and if it isn’t and you think something is missing, let me know! this is also quiet short because i have a fever 😔

—

KATSUKI BAKUGOU —

before dating:

i can imagine him being a little skeptical of you, but so intrigued!

he’d definitely want to see how far your strength could go. so, bakugou would subtly challenge you during training sessions, pushing you to see your true capabilities.

he’d nevee admit it but he looks up to you in a way. you don’t boast and scream about your strength like he does - that makes him respect you. he would start to see your quiet nature as a sign of focus and determination rather than a sign of weakness.

he’s so competitive… it’s honestly a little scary. before you two were even close to being friends or anything more, he’d definitely get a competitive drive when it comes to you.

this idiot would definitely think he’s competing with you 24/7 even though you remind him you are not. he thinks doing this will make you become more outgoing and competitive.

“HA! i finished my bowl of ramen before you, loser, i won!”

“we were competing over that?” i’d be confused if i were you too… he’s a little slow but he’s got the spirit!

dating him:

once you two start dating, bakugou becomes fiercely protective of you, admiring your strength and determination even more. he thinks his role in the relationship is to protect you from anything that might make you lose your strength!

he’s so loud (we know that obviously) but with you, he’s loud in a supportive way. he’s now boasting about you and your strength instead of his own!

he encourages you to continue improving and growing, offering both praise and constructive criticism. even if you don’t need it, he’ll keep doing it anyway.

bakugo has never felt like he had a opponent that could really give him a run for his money, until you two train together.

training with him would be so so sweet. if he hit you too hard, he’d immediately worried if you didn’t tell him you were alright. (he won’t outwardly admit he’s worried about you but you know deep down he is!)

“are you bleeding? you shithead! i’m not worried... are youbleedingthoughbecauseifyouarethat’snotgood-”

“fuck, did i burn you? don’t start. i’m not worried about you at all, tch!” he says this as the tip of his ears are burning from lying…

he’d still work hard while training with you but still making sure he isn’t doing too much during simple sparring matches. he likes to learn from your strengths and weaknesses!

everyday is a day where you two grow together and bakugou is proud of you for simple improvements in your strength (you’re stronger than him lol and he knows you could take him down in a second!)

IZUKU MIDORIYA —

before dating:

Izuku notices your quiet demeanor but senses a strong presence and capability within you. he’d write about your strength and weaknesses in his hero notebook. he’d ask you so much questions (totally not to get to know you better… totally…)

“sorry- i’m not trying to be a bother but can you tell me more about your quirk! it’s so cool and you’re so strong!” he blushes immediately after rambling about how you’re so talented and your strength is admirable. meanwhile, your twirling your hair over the fact he thinks your strong!

one time, you caught him drawing out your hero suit and make little point notes about it. you went to your dorm and giggled about it for the rest of the day. it literally felt like a award to be in his hero notebook!

we all know izuku is his classmates biggest supporter, he is always wanting his classmates to grow alongside him and is pushing everyone to become the best hero they can be!

with you, he offers encouragement and support to you, believing in your potential and wanting you to believe in yourself as well.

because of your quiet nature, izuku might try and show his admiration for you in anyway he can. he admires your quiet determination, seeing it as a reflection of your inner strength and resolve.

basically, he’s your #1 fan!

you two initially work well together as teammates, with Izuku valuing your contributions and skills.

once you two start dating, it’s a whole different story!

dating him:

your relationship deepens Izuku’s admiration for your quiet strength, appreciating how you compliment each other. (everyone is class 1-A is still shocked at how well you two compliment each other, even before you guys were dating!)

izuku becomes a source of emotional support for you, understanding your quiet nature and providing comfort when needed. he never tries to push you outside of your comfort zone, enjoying your quiet times when his day has been stressful and filled with loud classmates.

you two continue to train together, pushing each other to improve and achieve your goals. you always tell him about how you want to grow your relationship by training and working hard together!(izuku almost cries when you tell him that, pls he loves you so much)

izuku and you build a strong foundation of trust and understanding, working towards your dreams together while supporting each other every step of the way.

he enjoys your company more than anyone else, not only are you strong physically but you are strong mentally. your words of encouragement and advice after a tough day of training always make him want to jump off the walls! you have that effect on him!

—

for both boys, whether before or after they start dating you, katsuki and izuku come to deeply appreciate your quiet strength and see it as an integral part of your relationship dynamics!

[bokunokamijirou]

MHA Guys x Autistic!Reader Headcanons

ft. Bakugou, Midoriya, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Monoma, and Shinsou!

Katsuki Bakugou

always has all your sensory tools on him!

will shut anyone up who tries to talk to you during a meltdown or when you’re overstimulated

gives you space when u need it but always keeps an eye on you anyways

when you’re ready for affection he is ON IT!!! Cuddles, kisses, doesn’t matter. But he waits for the signals first.

keeps an AAC app for your nonspeaking moments, it’s on his phone.

he actually has a whole section of apps just for you, sensory stuff, soothing music, you name it

he will protect you from yourself if you start to try and hurt yourself. he will hold you so tightly while you cry.

Izuku Midoriya

now he’s one to notice the MINUTE you get overstimulated! And he will make up any excuse to get you out of wherever you guys are!!

he talks to you when you want to be distracted! And he’ll infodump about anything

on that note, he LOVES when you infodump. He thinks it’s the cutest thing you do, especially when you start to lose track of time as you go on.

he will comfort you when you need it! He has a hard time sitting in silence, so he brings fidgets for himself too!

knows where all your sensory tools are in your room, brings his own noise cancelling headphones (he bought you yours! He has the same ones)

Denki Kaminari

oh he’s HORRIBLE at silence! But he will literally zip his mouth shut if he sees you need quiet

he owns a lot of fidgets already and all kinds of flexible seating options (his favorite is one of those exercise balls)

he will play with your hair and draw circles over your skin to meet your physical sensory needs! He’ll also do yoga with you without asking (:

has all your doctors’ names and numbers memorized just in case you have a really bad meltdown

will go dummy mode as a distraction so you can slip away if you get overwhelmed :’)

never gets mad if you snap on accident, will hold you while you cry about how you feel bad you snapped :((

Eijirou Kirishima

LOVES comforting you no matter what happened, but especially if you’ve had a meltdown that you got embarrassed about so you didn’t tell him :/

he loves to touch you, to hug you, and gives you the pressure you need to regulate

he reads books about autism to try and understand your needs better

always wants to make sure you’re okay at parties or gatherings, checks in frequently

defends you ALWAYS especially if someone is talking about how you’ve shut down. He makes it personal.

forehead kisses and back rubs when you’ve had a hard day. He will often tuck you in with your weighted blanket that he bought you for your birthday.

Hanta Sero

oh if you need a place to relax he’s got you! He knows how to set an atmosphere fr

he makes sure to only ever use scents that don’t overwhelm you when he cleans his room or lights incense

tells you you’re perfect the way you are and reassures you CONSTANTLY without you asking.

plays games with you because you love them and you said nobody ever wanted to play them with you growing up (he’d never let you feel alone)

genuinely asks how you are, but especially after a hard day. He goes out of his way constantly to check in

makes sure that you’re regulated before bed and as soon as you wake up too! Always meets those sensory needs, but doesn’t realize he’s doing it. It just comes naturally to him.

Neito Monoma

he has no problem being a distraction from any and everything you need, he kinda thrives that way actually!

he would entirely kidnap the moon for you. you told him once that the moon helped you feel grounded and less alone, and he almost went on that impossible mission (he didn't because he wouldn't get to see your face if things went south)

always has your favorite movies ready along with favorite snacks!

will never ever make you feel bad for having a harder day than usual. in fact, he will fight you if you even try to apologize

has no problem telling off anyone who tries to give you a hard time when you're already feeling anxious or overstimulated

Hitoshi Shinsou

you are his most important person and he will not let you ever think otherwise

if you even think of apologizing for being too much, he will immediately put his hand over your mouth and hug you

he rubs your shoulders and gives you pressure when you need it, without even asking. he just knows you that well

he IS the human fidget! If you don't have any sensory tools, he's quick to guide your hand to his fingers, his hair, even his face if you really need to ground.

his voice stays low and he guides you through meltdowns, always holding you when you need that, and giving you space when you don't. but he always stays with you.

Hope you enjoyed!!! I think I'm gonna do another headcanon part with other characters too! thoughts?

[with-my-calamitous-love]

CLOSEST I’VE COME TO MY HEART EXPLODING

izuku x reader

thoughts on how he would act in a relationship <3 same premise as the shinso + kirishima ver, for his birthday!

a/n: i love ttpd

a/n: izuku midoriya as a boyfriend is my roman empire

izuku midoriya, who looks at you like you’re his whole world. he is physically incapable of finding you unattractive. your dreary, disheveled hair mornings are a sunny, natural glow to him. your sweaty and spent post-workout stance has him on his knees. he thinks your beautiful on every day that ends Y. he could be blind and he’d memorize your beauty through his fingertips, or deaf and appreciative the universe for gifting his eyes with you.

izuku midoriya, who falls in love hard. who falls first and falls harder. who falls like a shooting star on a bright morning. he’s so in love with you its embarrassing, so much so that after a while he doesn’t seem to care if you like him back or not- just having these feelings is enough for him. who needs you to know just how much he cares, just how devoted he is to you.

izuku midoriya, whose love language is acts of service. he loves to take care of you in sickness and in health, when you’re tired or even when you just don’t want to get up. who always practices the sidewalk rule, who zips up all your dresses, who will never ever let you touch the dirty dishes, who picks you up from the airport, who RUNS to the car do to open it for you, and who uses his actions when words fail him.

izuku midoriya, who isn’t fully aware of how beautiful he is. his green eyes like the garden of eden, freckles like little kisses from the sun just for him. he blinks and tilts his head like a dog when you compliment him on his appearance, trying to ignore the way his heart pounds and his cheeks blush bright pink. he doesn’t understand how he pulled you, but you most certainly get it.

speaking of his freckles… izuku midoriya, who lets you draw little constellations on his freckles. he is a moonchild himself, someone who is deeply emotional and experiences changes like the moon changes its phases. who has always loved the stars, loved the night sky, and loves thanking the heavens above for gifting you to him. he loved the tickle he feels on his skin when you connect the dots, pointing our lyra and hydrus as you tell him all about your favourites. he loves it, loves knowing he’s your favourite canvas.

izuku midoriya, who is more insecure then he lets on. who hates the way his arms look, the scars that remind him of his failures and his shortcomings. the weight of being the next symbol of peace, the expectation of being everything his predecessor was and more- sometimes its all too much. he’ll never show it, but there are signs. his nail biting, his messy notes on paper, his rambling to himself and his sleepless nights. only you can snap him out of the messy labyrinth he loses himself in. you’re that beacon of light that helps him resurface, giving his heart a holiday.

izuku midoriya, who loves you so much warmer and so much brighter than any love you could ever hope to experience. who is hopelessly devoted to you, giving you everything he is and more. whose love for you is a need like water, who makes sure that you are always loved so long as he exists. who makes your heart feel like it’ll explode when he tells you he loves you. whose own heart feels the same when you say it back.

[mindless-existence1]

hii i hope you’re well! could you write izuku with thigh riding? ty💗💗

Authors note: Awesome request I fear I love sub izuku. This is gn reader and aged up to not be weird. Hope you enjoy!

REQUESTS OPEN! REQUESTS OPEN FOR FLUFF ANF KINKTOBER!

"Honey please I need you." Izuku whines, drawing out the syllables in please. He has been begging you for the past few minutes. "Babe I'm busy, you're being greedy." He whines at the word.

"I'm not greedy I just want your attention please." Izuku comes towards your desk where you are sitting. He pushes your rolly chair out from the desk and plops himself down onto your lap. Your hand instinctively go to his waist.

"Thought you were a good boy Izuku? Why are you misbehaving?" Izuku shakes his head at your words. He hated when you were upset with him but he didn't care he needed this. "Have you gotten spoied?"

Your hot breath fans over his ear sending shivers down his spine. Izuku grabs your shoulders tightly. Spoiled? He was not spoiled. Why were you acting so mean? You hadn't been this mean to him for a long time.

Normally a bit of begging got him his way, but he guesses he has to bring out the big guns. Hot tears start to stream down his face and into the crook of your neck.

You grab his hair and pull him away from you neck causing him to whimper at the slight pain. "Don't get me wet baby." That's really all you say? No no no this can't be right. He was crying and you don't give him?

"I need it so bad please I'm begging." He hiccups in-between words, truly desperate for whatever you have to give him. You tug at his hair causing him to lean it back and leave his neck exposed. He moans when he feels you bite down on him.

"If you want to act like a bitch in heat then ride my thigh like one." Your words stun him but he doesn't have time to process them since you are moving pack infront of your desk. You move your arms around him and begin to look at papers again.

After he doesn't move after a minute you grab his waist again. "Common thought I told you to do something." He looks at you in disbelief for a second but moves to take off his pants. You quickly stop him with a hand grabbing his.

"Who said you could do that?" Izukus face is covered in shock. There's no way you were being so....mean. "But why?" He knows he sounds whiney but he can't bring himself to care. "Because you've gotten spoiled now get to riding before I get even more pissed."

With a whimper he moves and positions himself above your thigh and begins to grind down. The friction brings little relief to the hard on raging in his pants. Izuku is moving slowly but feels you lightly slap his ass with a free hand signaling him to go faster.

"Common pretty boy, I'm not helping." He chokes on the moan bubbling in his throat. "Not fair” Izuku whines into your shoulder with a pout. His hips stutter against your thigh as he thrusts them down once again.

Izuku glances behind him to see you still looking over different papers. It's not fair, he thinks but it goes out the window when he feels your hand grab his waist and push him down onto your thigh, hard.

He moans at the rough treatment. Izuku can feel a new wave of tears bubbling in his eyes. The friction from his pants brining him pleasure along with slight pain. He wants to hate it so bad but can't when it feels so damn good.

"Fuck honey I don't want to come like this please just touch me." He can feel his core tighten, izuku desperately attempts to starve off his orgasm. You chuckle and grip his waist tighter than before.

"Thought you were begging to come earlier?" The whine he let's out his high pitched. God he hates how you're giving him what he wants but not how he wants it.

Before long he feels the heat in his stomach reaching its peak. "Y/n I'm going to come please let me I need it." Izuku slightly rambles as he feels a burning sensation almost at its climax.

"Be a good boy for me and come like the little slut you are." The name makes him choke on the moan in his throat. With one last thrust into your thigh he's leaking into his pants. He's panting into your neck when his hips slowly stop their grinding.

"Good job baby, did so good." You set down you papers and rub his back. He whimpers as he feels a few more tears fall. "You were being mean." Izuku's voice is muffled and his voice is hoarse but it makes you laugh

"Oh I know but God were you pretty." The praise makes his face and ears flush. You lean down slightly to whisper in his ear. "How bout I make it up to you pretty boy."

[maddascanbe-blog]

Beetles, Bees, and Butterflies designs! I have been sitting on these design for- almost a month!

All of the designs went through changes over time, Izuku looks pretty significantly different from how I first drew him, you'll see that in a sec.

Momo's suit was giving me a lot of trouble until I actually designed a kwami swap between these three for fun, and like the concepts in the other design enough to carry them over. The way her quirk is still able to function is that all of the black parts of her suit will let her create whatever she needs, and there is a panel on her back that can open up like a Ladybug's elytra to give her full access to her back. While the red parts are as invincible as normal miraculous armor.

Her visor can bring up the information she needs to make specific object so she doesn't have to commit to memorizing so much, and the Yoyo, on her right wrist, can do the same (thank tikki for actually knowing what everything is made of because she made it) Her bug eyes actually blink or narrow when her own do.

Shoto's actually only have minor changes? I knew I wanted to give him the tail coat (because I love giving the bee's tailcoats) but I had to fight with his color scheme to make it not look cluttered. Hence why I gave him a hood, makes it easier to draw when you can't see his hair.

Izuku is always so hard to draw for, I had to fight his hair a bit here but I think it looks okay? I tried to invoke the stripes/lines of his suits in cannon as well as All Might's since Izuku is subconsciously still trying to mimic him. Which eventually took the form of his vest's seams looking like a butterfly. I kept his knee and elbow pads, good for crash landings. And his boots are designs similar to his red tennis shoes, because I headcanon Izuku's entire shoe selection is literally just multiple pairs of the same shoe.

The shape of hsi gloves were fun too- Here's his early design with his wings. The wings still look like this in story!

And an assorted page of things I wanted to commit designs wise (the weapons) to and doodles-

Shoto doesn't have a transformation pose because he's not flashy like that-

[silverynight]

The heart of the barbarian King

<---Previous

Chapter 2

Izuku doesn't have much time to worry about Katsuki; the King of the barbarians is brutal and very efficient when he fights.

Besides, the omega can see clearly that Chisaki is cheating; he's trying to hit the other alpha even though the fight it was supposed to be about throwing the other person to the ground.

As the effect of the potion slowly wears off, Izuku feels the need to help Katsuki (even though he clearly doesn't need to), but he knows he can't because that'd probably be breaking a couple of rules.

"It's alright, Midoriya. He's a lot tougher than that," Kirishima startles him a bit, getting closer to where he is.

However, the omega has decided that he trusts that alpha too; he even smells like he's mated to someone already.

"Yeah, I know Kacchan will win."

Kirishima chuckles.

"I forgot you used to call him that."

"How do you know that?" The omega blushes to the tip of his ears, already regretting using that same childhood nickname... Katsuki is a king now, Izuku shouldn't address him so informally.

"He talks about you a lot."

He does?

"I'm really glad destiny helped him find you again," the alpha with red hair mumbles sincerely, showing him his very sharp teeth as he smiles at Izuku.

When the omega tries to process what he's been told, they hear a grunt and realize that Chisaki just broke one of the rules and made a cut on Katsuki's shoulder with a knife.

"Kacchan!" Izuku tries to get closer, but Kirishima stops him by putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you for giving me enough reasons to banish you," Katsuki smirks before grabbing the other's hand and twisting it in such a painful way, Chisaki doesn't have any other choice but throwing the knife.

"I don't care! I'll be leaving with my ome–"

He gets kicked in the face so hard he passes out before falling to the ground.

"Kacchan!" The omega beams before jumping into the King's arm. "You won!"

"I always win, nerd! You know that!"

Izuku chuckles in response, feeling the alpha nuzzling against his cheek; a couple of memories come right at him... of a blond kid constantly calling him nerd and rubbing their noses together every time they played.

"Kacchan, let me see your arm."

"It's just a scratch, nerd. I'll be fine!" Katsuki takes the omega by the waist and helps him up on the horse; his cheeks turn pink when he notices Izuku has freckles on his thighs too or maybe he's just staring at the omega's exposed legs in general. "You'll ride with me."

When he jumps on the horse too, he looks at his friend again, who's watching their interactions with an amused smile on his face.

"Kirishima, made sure that scumbag leaves for good. I don't want him back in our kingdom," he growls, quickly looking back at the other barbarians under Chisaki's orders. "And you, you either follow him or come back... I don't give a fuck! Just make your choice!"

Izuku had no idea the barbarian kingdom was not that far away from where they were. The people in the small houses get out or just open their windows as soon as they hear the horse.

Everyone seems to be happy to see the King and very curious when they finally notice the green haired omega riding with him.

Katsuki stops halfway to the base of the mountain, hops off and grabs Izuku by the waist to help him down.

"Horses only get so far," he says with a smile. "I don't blame them because my house is close to the mountain where my dragon lives."

"Do you have a dragon? Kacchan, that's so cool!" The omega beams again, this time with sparks in his eyes. The prospect of seeing a dragon up close has made him forget a bit of his awful week.

"Aren't you scared of dragons? Like everyone else?"

Izuku shakes his head.

"I've always wanted to see one!" He admits. "And perhaps get to draw them and take a couple of notes in order to understand their behavior better."

"Such a nerd," the alpha snorts, staring at him fondly. "Well, I'll introduce you to Dynamight tomorrow because he's probably away at the moment, hunting."

Tomorrow... right, he can't leave the barbarians now. Although Izuku is not sure how to feel about that at the moment; he's glad to have found Katsuki again, but he misses his mentor.

"Now," Katsuki clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away from Izuku. "This... Uhh, you look really good with those, but you can choose what you want to wear. You could wear something like this instead, if that makes you feel uncomfortable."

Izuku supposes that he's talking about everything he's wearing besides the red cape over his shoulders. Katsuki doesn't have anything to cover his chest, which is kinda distracting if the omega is being honest. However, he wears pants, dark boots, and a belt.

"I'd rather wear something like yours," Izuku says after a while. "But I'd like to keep the top."

Katsuki nods, already leading him to a street full of red tents, which Izuku guesses it's kinda the town's market.

"I can buy you a couple of pretty tops like that one," the alpha says. "And a few pants."

"You don't have to–"

"Shut up, nerd! It's not like you have money on you. Besides, I don't mind."

Izuku closes his eyes for a second, thanking the gods for having put Katsuki on his path again.

"Thank you, Kacchan."

They get to a tent where a small woman is arranging a lot of clothes on piles, they all look in perfect condition.

"My King!" The woman bows as soon as she notices the alpha. "How can I help you today?"

"We need clothes for him," he mumbles, tilting his head in Izuku's direction.

As soon as the woman's honey eyes land on the omega, she grins from ear to ear before looking back at the barbarian King.

"Oh, I thought this would never happen. Congratulations, my lord. This is the most beautiful omega I've ever seen!"

Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears, ready to say something... anything to clear up the misunderstanding, but Katsuki only makes it worse.

"I know, right?" He says, looking incredibly smug.

"Kacchan!"

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Midoriya Izuku," the omega mumbles, still flustered.

"And what are you looking for, Midoriya?"

For a moment, the omega thinks the woman is asking a completely different thing, but that's ridiculous, she's obviously talking about clothes.

"Actually, I saw a few people outside wearing long skirts with side slits, can I have a couple of those?" He whispers shyly. Izuku knows he's not in a position to ask for things because he's basically an intruder, but he has always liked pretty clothes. "Is that okay, Kacchan?"

The barbarian King seems lost in his own thoughts for a moment, then he blinks and nods, turning slightly pink.

"Of course, Izuku. You can have whatever the fuck you want."

"Thank you!"

For some reason, the woman chuckles, watching the two of them with amusement.

***

Katsuki's house is clearly bigger than the others, but it's still just a house, and Izuku is very glad about that; he's not sure he can deal with a full castle at the moment, his excited energy ran out a few hours ago when he started gushing about the dragon.

"It's just me here. So you can choose whatever room you like except the one at the end of the hallway, that's mine."

"Where do your parents live?"

"They... don't anymore."

"I'm so sorry, Kacchan." Following his instincts, Izuku decides that it's okay to hug his childhood friend, even though they haven't seen each for years.

"It's alright, nerd," the alpha sighs, nuzzling against Izuku's cheek. "It was a while ago."

"My mom died years ago too," he whispers, feeling the strong hands around his waist pulling him closer.

"I'm sorry." It looks like the barbarian wants to say something else, but Izuku notices the cut on his arm again.

"Let me help you with that! Do you have a cloth or something like that?"

After a few minutes, they're sitting at the table next to the fireplace; Izuku has a bucket of warm water at his feet and he leans to pull the wet cloth out before calmly cleaning Katsuki's wound.

"It's just a scratch," the alpha assures him, but he doesn't move away.

He's right, it's just a superficial wound, nothing to worry about.

"Thank you for saving me, Kacchan," the omega smiles, genuinely grateful. His life would have been miserable with Chisaki.

For a moment, it looks like the alpha is going to make a dismissive gesture, but he stops before leaning closer until their foreheads are touching.

"You're under my protection now, Izuku. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"You're very kind, Kacchan!"

"I'm not kind!"

Izuku chuckles at his reaction because he knows deep down Katsuki liked being called kind, judging by the way his scent changes into something more sweet.

Katsuki makes him something to eat; it's cooked meat with bread and cheese.

"Here, nerd, taste this."

For a moment, Izuku wants to tell him that there's no need to feed him, he doesn't feel that weak anymore. But Katsuki's cheek are pink and his red eyes are glimmering with focus and joy, like it's something important to him.

Maybe it's a barbarian custom to feed a guest or something like that. Izuku makes a mental note to ask Katsuki a book on barbarian traditions later.

He takes a bite from the cheese and bread Katsuki is offering him, and watches as the King's face turns even more pink.

But he's grinning now.

"It's really good! Thank you, Kacchan!"

After that bite, he lets Izuku eat on his own; when he prepares his own dish too, the omega wonders if he should do the same.

When he notices that the alpha is not eating anything, Izuku thinks that maybe he's waiting for him to do something.

"Listen, Izuku... I saw my parents do this for so long that I just did it without–"

"It's alright, Kacchan!" If it's one of his customs, Izuku will gladly do it. He'll probably be living among barbarians for the rest of his life, so it's the least he can do.

He cuts a piece of meat and offers it to Katsuki, who blushes even more, but he takes a bite anyway, looking very pleased.

After that, they eat next to each other in silence. For a moment, Izuku feels at peace.

He can get used to this.

***

Katsuki heats a couple of buckets of water so Izuku can take a bath in the washroom downstairs. The alpha must have such a good heart to do all those things for someone who hasn't seen in years.

They're basically strangers to each other now.

When he's done and he's wearing his new skirt and top, he rushes to where the King is to show him.

"Thank you! They look really cute!"

Katsuki blinks a couple of times before turning completely red again. He's been blushing a lot, maybe he's getting sick.

"Izuku, can I scent you?"

Even the omega thinks that's a good idea; sometimes, it helps bring people closer together. Maybe that way he can be friends with Katsuki again.

"Of course, Kacchan!"

The alpha takes a deep breath before moving closer to the omega; he puts his arms around him before leaning forward. He has to bend down a bit because he's way taller than Izuku.

As a nose rubs against his neck, Izuku smells the delicious scent of burnt caramel, filling his nostrils.

Katsuki moves away a bit, looking quite pleased before exposing his neck too. He even pushes a couple of necklaces out of the way to make it easier for the omega.

Izuku sighs happily, nuzzling against the alpha's neck. Katsuki lets out a very pleased alpha purr.

"You should go sleep for a while now. I know the last days haven't been easy for you."

"You're right, Kacchan. I think I should rest..."

He falls asleep right in the alpha's arms, still standing, but when he wakes up, he's on a bed on his own.

He cries a bit after everything that happened to him comes back like a long, very exhausting memory.

Even though he knows he's lucky to have found Katsuki again, he still misses All Might.

He'd like to see him at least one more time.

***

Next-->

Patreon

[ramblebramblefun]

"Parallel processing!" Deku chirps. He proceeds to blather on at the reporter until Bakugou slaps a hand over his mouth and drolly condenses it down.

"He figured some shit out the last time we worked under Endeavour, and he's hopin' to do it again."

"And what about you?" The reporter asks.

Bakugou Katsuki sneers.

"That old man can't teach me shit."

Then why, Enji wonders, are you here?

The impromptu interrogation only gets worse from there, until Deku steps in, gently stealing the reporter's microphone and pretending to interview Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight himself.

Bakugou has a little more patience for Midoriya than for the general population, but Midoriya soon says something that makes Bakugou shout, lunging for the 'little shit' and causing the green-haired boy to duck behind Shouto with a grin.

Bakugou does not immediately shove Shouto out of the way, which says a lot about how much he respects Enji's son if you know him well.

Enji has been obliged to know Bakugou Katsuki a lot more than he cares for.

The boy is the most irritating person in all of creation. However, in the past, if you had taken Shouto off the table and asked Endeavour to, objectively, choose the child most like himself, Bakugou Katsuki is, reluctantly, the one he would have chosen.

Enji knows better, now.

Midoriya Izuku hides it well behind his smile, but the boy is driven by a wrath equal to Endeavour at his worst.

All Might does not understand how badly it could have turned out. Nor, Enji believes, does he truly appreciate how lucky they are that Bakugou Katsuki was able to be salvaged. That the boy saved All Might’s life is irrelevant; it’s what would have happened when the battle was over and Midoriya was forced to face a world without his ‘Kacchan’ in it.

A world in which in he had failed to save everyone.

Deku, like Endeavour, is driven by a singular furious ambition. That he believes that he wants to save everyone for everyone, well...

Well. Enji's self-delusions were never half so grand, but in the end...

In the end, all is well. Bakugou Katsuki got back up, Deku came down on Shigaraki like the wrath of God, society was saved, and Endeavour is still granted the title of 'hero' by the public.

Endeavour is still granted the title of hero by the public. Todoroki Enji has faced no true punishment for the things he did to his sons... And his daughter...

It's hard to tell, sometimes, with Fuyumi. She has always put on a smile for him, and in the past Enji had not cared enough to look further into how she might be feeling. Or listen, on the rare occasion that Fuyumi dared to open her mouth, to how he was hurting them.

He should... apologise to her as well.

Natsuo meanwhile has gone no contact, as is his prerogative, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. Enji would have liked to meet the young woman who had caught his eye, and just generally…

Well. Natsuo is still speaking to Rei, so he isn’t totally devoid of the parental support long owed him, and Rei is kind enough to let Enji know that their son is doing well.

…

Enji has never deserved that woman. He should have let her be from the start, should never have dragged anyone else into his obsession, should have simply been a better man, but it’s not like he has a time machine.

It’s just another reason that he must live his life in atonement. He will draw the heat, he will draw the fire and, God willing, his family will be able to live in peace.

Away from him.

------

There’s one more member of the mess that Enji made, and he is farther now from Enji’s reach than all the rest.

Todoroki Touya, Dabi, the flame villain, succumbed to his injuries six months after the total defeat of the League of Villains.

It was much longer than any of the doctors had predicted. Enji did not find it within himself to be surprised. All of his children had inherited his stubbornness in one form or another.

At least this time they all got to say a proper goodbye, not that Touya had seemed to appreciate it. He’d spat insults at them and swore to come back to haunt them as Dabi once again.

But this time there was no Garaki and his cursed miracles. Todoroki Touya was turned to ash for the final time.

Enji still visits him regularly, as he’d promised, and thinks of how things could have been.

------

When Enji shakes himself off and glances over, Bakugou and Shouto are still engaged in a standoff and the reporter is taking advantage of the stillness to try and get their microphone back from Midoriya.

Midoriya, without looking like he's doing it on purpose, shifts the microphone to his other hand and leans over to Shouto's other side.

Enji has been obliged to know Midoriya far too well as well. Somehow this particular reporter has pissed the boy off, likely when they were questioning Bakugou earlier.

Midoriya is quietly, obsessively, over-protective of the lauded Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, final defeater of All for One.

The reporter is not going to get their microphone back.

It doesn't matter. Endeavour can afford ten thousand microphones, if need be, and there are worse ways to show your displeasure. So long as the boy doesn't make a habit of it, it's barely Enji's problem.

It's time to wrap this up.

"Shouto." He calls.

His son doesn't look away from where he is staring blandly into Bakugou's eyes. That's... Fine. Enji's lucky that he wanted to do his work study with him in the first place.

"Deku! Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!"

Bakugou doesn’t offer him so much as a side-eye. Midoriya is the only one to make it look like he's giving Endeavour his attention, but he is almost certainly paying more mind to the reporter's repeated attempts to snatch back their microphone.

"We need to complete our patrols. Thank everyone for their time and follow me."

Midoriya gives the reporter and their cameraman a signature Deku smile. He speaks into the microphone before holding it out to Shouto and Bakugou in turn.

Bakugou reacts like he's been handed a live rat. Someone will need to beat interview protocols into his head before he graduates, but it's not something Enji has ever particularly cared for either. It can be UA's job. It should be UA's job.

…

Enji resigns himself to an unpleasant attempt at conversation with the boy later, and turns to fire away. There's a boom and a crackle and a hiss behind him.

It’s time to go.

[dira333]

Date Nights with Midoriya Izuku

From my Date Night Series

1.

Izuku draws two hero cards and lays them out in front of him.

You read the names aloud, familiar enough with their faces to recognise them even upside down.

“Shouto and Kamui Woods. Uh, that’s an interesting setup. Draw the situation card now.” 

You’re already bouncing in your seat as he draws a yellow card and lifts it up to read from it.

“Your heroes are called to a flash flood. Rescue is top priority but they cannot eliminate the threat of a villain causing the flood. How do you proceed?”

He’s not yet finished reading when he's already starting to mumble, all the ideas in his head tumbling out of his mouth at a speed almost incomprehensible for others to understand.

“One minute is up.” You turn the tiny hourglass with a satisfied grin. “Your answer, please.”

“Okay, so…” He takes a deep breath and grins back. “Kamui Woods will primarily engage in rescue. Shouto can freeze the water which would take it away from the possible villain and make the rescue easier but…”, he emphasizes the last word before continuing, “He has to make sure not to freeze any civilians which would be hard but doable. Considering that Shouto has icepowers the villain would be quickly apprehended. Do I get a point?”

You highfive him. “Yes, you get a point! Now, first impression of the game so far? Do you think we need to change something before it goes into production?”

“No, I love it. But…” He hesitates for a moment before you nod, urging him to continue. “Not everyone is as knowledgeable about these heroes as we are, if you would add a point system to the cards or something like strengths and weaknesses it could also be played by children.”

“I was thinking about that.” You start chewing on your pen, eyes focused on your notepad, not realizing that Izuku's eyes are now glued to your lips. “But I did not want to add too much information, you know, it’s a card game, not something that could potentially help villains.”

“What about if you add villains too?”

“Oh, they’re in the extension pack.” You join into his laugh. “But seriously, what do you think about this design then…” 

He leans forward as you sketch, his hair brushing against your temples. 

You’re always productive but never as much as when Izuku is around. 

If only you could see him like this every day.

-

2.

“What do you wanna play tonight?” You ask, glass of wine in one hand, the other tugging out games from your cupboard, revealing even more games behind them.

This week's date night is at your place, and Izuku’s dutifully doing the dishes after you’ve cooked, even though he barely fits into your tiny kitchen.

“How about your game?” He asks, turning to look at you and narrowly avoids hitting his head. “We haven’t played that in ages.”

“You sure? I always win that game.”

His laugh wafts through the air like the smell of wine and the chocolates he brought back from the agency.

“I do have some motivation to win today.”

“You do?” You ask, teasing audible in your voice. “I thought you always have the motivation to win.”

You walk back towards him - which doesn’t take long in your tiny apartment, but at least you don’t have to share it with a roommate like he does - and swing yourself onto the kitchen counter, legs dangling next to his hip. 

He leans in for a kiss right away, not caring about the suds dripping from his hand as his hands find your hips.

“If I win,” he tells you as he smiles, “You’re going to move in with me.”

“And if I win?” You ask back, swallowing down your heart before it beats out of your chest at his words.

He smiles, already teary eyed himself.

“Then I’m gonna move in with you.”

“Oh, so it’s on then.” You giggle into his lips as he kisses you again. 

“Living with Kacchan as a roommate or you hitting your head every morning?”

“You’re gonna give it your all?” He asks but there’s a teasing lilt to it that tells you that he has something entirely else in mind. And you’re not going to find out what it is just yet.

“Plus Ultra.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[five-rivers]

Figment (More than Imagination)

AO3

(Be warned that this is an unfinished snippet.)

“You’re really him.  The one from the festival.”  

Izuku had been hearing similar statements all morning, since before he’d even gotten on the train, but it still made him blush!  Was this what pro heroes had to deal with all the time?  Wow!  Izuku couldn’t imagine…  Well, he could, but…  The point was, he didn’t see any harm in turning and talking to the latest person to recognize him.  

‘The one from the festival’ was a lot nicer than ‘bone breaking kid,’ after all!

(And both were better than ‘useless deku.’)

Now, it was a little different being approached on the street, in the rain, only a few blocks from UA, rather than just being acknowledged by fellow commuters, most of whom he saw every day, and coming out of an alleyway to do it was strange, but the guy didn’t look like a villain.  Not that there was any particular villain look!  That was to say, the person coming from the alley didn’t look threatening.  He was thin, frail, even, and almost baseline human in appearance, with wavy brown hair, a nice shirt and a blazer, and a plain black umbrella.  The only things that stood out about him were that he had two pupils and vividly cyan irises in each eye, and that his fingernails were painted that exact same color.  Unless it wasn’t paint, and actually part of his quirk?  Maybe a five-point or other specialized-contact quirk with a visual component?  Not that Izuku should assume!

Oh!  And he should really respond instead of just standing there, staring.  

“Y-yep!  That’s me!  Th-the bone- bone breaking kid.”  He smiled at the man, as brightly as he could.  

“You look the same.  I was worried you would be… different.”

“Ah, well, don’t worry!  I didn’t get hurt that badly!”  He was still alive, right?  Even if Recovery Girl had said she wouldn’t heal him anymore…  “I’m- I’m totally okay!  But– Thank you for your support, mister!”

He bobbed a quick bow, then paused, unsure how to end this interaction.  A stranger being concerned about him was… not quite a first, but… it usually ended pretty fast.  

“I just… really want to shake your hand.  Please.”  The man held his right hand out, past the cover of his umbrella.  “It would make me so happy…”

Izuku was immediately on guard.  Maybe shaking hands upon first meeting someone new had been common in the past, but since the advent of quirks, it had become something reserved for the end of a meeting, one where people got to know each other fairly well, if that.  Handshake events with celebrities required in-depth background checks and squeaky-clean records, and even then the celebrities usually wore gloves.  Too many quirks were touch-based, too many quirks were destructive, or even just inconvenient, for the average person to feel okay with that kind of contact with strangers.  

“I- I don’t know,” said Izuku, taking a step back.  He didn’t want to be rude, and probably people asked heroes that all the time, but this was starting to get, uhm, uncomfortable.  “I- I mean!  I’ve still got all these bandages, so, it’s not very, um, good for me to be doing things with my hands!”  He glanced at his own umbrella and cringed a little.  “You know how it is.  Injuries!”

The stranger’s expression - which Izuku was kind of having a hard time interpreting - didn’t change.  He also didn’t put his hand down.  

Against his better judgment, Izuku leaned forward.  “Are you– Are you okay?  Mister?”

The man crumpled suddenly.  Izuku dropped his umbrella and rushed to his side, pulling out his phone.  “I’m calling an ambulan–!”

The man’s hand shot out, grabbing Izuku’s wrist.  His nails, sharper than they looked, dug into Izuku’s bandaged arm, deep enough to draw blood, and–

.

Several blocks away, well within the confines of UA, Yagi Toshinori’s eyes rolled up, into the back of his head, and he fell out of his seat, thoroughly derailing the staff meeting he’d been participating in.  

.

“Pardon?�� said Nezu.  Answering the phone when perched on Aizawa’s shoulders was, perhaps, not entirely polite, but it was that or be underfoot while all of his very tall employees paced restlessly outside the nurse’s office.  “One of our students was involved in what?”

This, of course, got the attention of absolutely everyone in the hallway.  Excellent!

Not the student being involved in the incident, of course, but redirecting the staff’s attention to a problem that they could actually affect.  

“Yes, yes, I will be there shortly,” he said.  “Thank you for bringing this to our attention so promptly, Officer Tamakawa!”  He hung up.  “It appears as if one of our students was attacked by a villain on their commute and had an interesting reaction to the villain's quirk.  Aizawa, Inui, I’ll need you to head to the hospital to confirm the student’s identity and to provide support.”

“Support?” asked Aizawa, both his eyebrows going up.  

“The quirk in question has a psychological dimension, and there’s a worry that the student might lash out and injure themselves or others when they wake up.”

“Ugh,” said Aizawa.  “Inui, you’ll have to drive.  My eyes still aren’t back to normal.”

“Very good!” said Nezu, jumping down.  “I will have the police send the relevant information directly to your phone!”

.

“Takashima Takuto,” said Tsukauchi, sliding into the chair across the table.  "I have to say, I'm disappointed to see you again."

Takashima flexed his hands inside the special gloves the police force used to block his class of touch-based quirks and muttered unintelligibly.  

"Do you remember the terms of your release?" asked Tsukauchi.  

Takashima suddenly leaned forward, chest pressed flat against the heavy table between them.  "You don't understand!  I had to!"

"We'll get to that in a moment.  Do you remember the terms of your release?"

"I-" Takashima leaned back.  "I wasn't to use the active part of my quirk anymore."

"That's not entirely accurate.  You're missing a few parts."

Takashima swallowed and began to bounce his leg up and down.  "I was- I had to join the Fujitani Hospital psychiatric outpatient program, and I couldn't miss any appointments or medications."

"And?"

"And I had a- a work release where I could use my quirk… the active part of my quirk… if I had the… informed consent of the person, and approval of the hospital psychiatric board."

"Did you have either of those things when you used your quirk earlier today?"

"... No."

"So," said Tsukauchi, lacing his fingers together.  "Explain to me what happened."

“I was– It was– It was self defense!”

Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow.  “You’re claiming you were attacked?”

“Yes.  Yes.”

“By a hero student?”

“... Yes.”

“Who you’ve never met before today?”

“It was– It was out of nowhere.”

“Alright.  Where are your injuries, Mr. Takashima?”

“... What?”

“The boy you’re accusing of attacking you made it to the final eight in the UA Sports Festival.  The arena had to be rebuilt after he and his last opponent were done with it.  I find it difficult to believe that you were able to get away from him unscathed if he did attack you.  Would you like to try again?”

“I- I- But if I- I had to, don’t you see?  I’ve never seen anyone like him before!”

Tsukauchi sighed.  “Can you explain that statement?”

“I saw him…  Midoriya…  I saw.  With my quirk.  On the TV.  The sports festival.  I saw him and I… didn’t believe it, at first.  I’d never seen anything quite like that…  The figments, they were hardly figments… The were… even more than Miss Inoue… almost real even without me…  I had to.”

“Mr. Takashima, you recall that Miss Inoue almost died because of your reckless quirk use?”

“I was following the rules,” said Takashima.  “I told her what my quirk did.  I was a good psychiatrist.  This will help him, too, Midoriya.”

“We have no idea what the long term effects on Mr. Midoriya will be,” said Tsukauchi.  “As it stands, it sounds like you stalked him, ambushed him, and used your quirk on him without his consent.”

“I don’t… I had to.  I had to make them real, once I saw them.”

“As it stands, it is recognized that you’re suffering from Compulsive Quirk Use Disorder, so, per your prior agreement with the prosecutor’s office, you’ll be remanded into a residential psychiatric program later today.  Your lawyer’s been contacted, and should be able to give you more details.”  Tsukauchi stood up.

“But,” said Takashima, weakly, “I had to.”

“No,” said Tsukauchi, “you didn’t.”

.

“A bit harsher than usual,” observed Akabane.  

Tsukauchi scowled.  “He’s almost killed half a dozen people with his quirk, and he always says the same thing, and his mother’s family always gets him out of facing real consequences.  I’m tired of seeing him.  Mental illness is not an excuse for mutilating people.  This could have been prevented if the prosectors pushed for real intervention instead of that joke of a work release.  There are medications he could be taking!”  Tsukauchi angrily yanked a handful of paperwork out of the file folder on his desk and started filling it in.  

“Still,” said Akabane.

“Midoriya is…”  He let out a sharp sigh.  “A friend of mine’s been mentoring the kid.  I don’t really know him, but I know about him, and I don’t think my friend is going to take it well.”

“Ah,” said Akabane.

“It’s just– Do you know what happened to Miss Inoue?  She was a patient of his, when he still had his license to practice.  She had delusions of having worms crawling under her skin, eating her alive.  She was lucky she didn’t have a detailed picture of what those worms looked like.  They fell apart pretty fast.  Mrs. Yamaguchi was another one of his victims; he convinced her to go off her antipsychotics so she could confront her hallucinations of her abusive husband.  That stuck around a bit longer.  Those are the worst two, but they’re not the reason he got put on probation.  He started using his quirk on other people’s patients, and they reported him.”

“Nasty.  But it sounds like he has a problem, too.”

“Yeah,” said Tsukauchi.  “I just wish he’d gotten help for it faster.”

.

"Usually," said Dr. Aoki, as he led Aizawa and Hound Dog through the hospital, "the figments Mr. Takashima creates aren't so… lasting.  Or detailed.   Most of them lack significant internal organs or have other flaws that cause them to fall apart within a relatively brief period of time.  Their creation also usually doesn't take such a toll on the host.  I suspect the two things are related, but, well.  You can see why we're so concerned."

"What kinds of figments are we talking about here?" asked Hound Dog.  

"It's hard to say, precisely.  Doctor - excuse me - Mr. Takashima worked with a broad spectrum of patients with an equally broad spectrum of disorders.  If I had to guess, I would imagine some form of schizophrenia - that disorder can cause a wide range of detailed hallucinations - or Dissociative Identity Disorder - although that diagnosis has been controversial for years.  Since the pre-quirk era at least."  Aoki's hands fluttered.  "We're far more concerned about physical ramifications, anyway, which is why we called you here.  We have no idea how these figments might react to Mr. Midoriya or each other.  We have them in separate rooms for now."

Aizawa sighed.  "What are the figments of?  What do they look like?"

"That," said Officer Tamakawa, who was escorting them, "is a whole extra problem."  He stopped and opened a door, briefly.  Aizawa and Hound Dog looked in.  What was lying in the bed was unmistakable.

Tamakawa shut the door quickly.  

"You see?" he asked.  

“Was that a teenage All Might?” asked Hound Dog faintly. 

[keketopia]

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader

synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.

word count. 1.9k!

cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3

It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.

You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.

"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"

Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.

"Let's see what I can do."

A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.

"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.

A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.

The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.

"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅

It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.

"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.

"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."

"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."

'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.

"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.

"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"

"Well- That's a good point, but-"

"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.

"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"

You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?

"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"

Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"

After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.

"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅

"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"

"I came from a drawing, not a book"

"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.

"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"

"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.

"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"

"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"

"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.

"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."

"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"

"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"

You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.

"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.

"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"

You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅

You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.

"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.

"Wow! You made me breakfast?"

"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"

"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"

"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.

After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.

"Welcome to the arcade!"

"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.

"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.

"I'm going to win this, you'll see"

"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.

"Yay! I won!"

"Argh! Let's try another game"

"You wanna lose again?"

"We'll see about that"

"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅

After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.

"Wow, so many books"

"A lot of characters like you are in each book"

"Wow"

"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"

"My favorite thing to do"

"Same, honestly"

You brought the books and you both went home.

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•

You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.

"Y/N, can I read for you?"

"Sure" you smiled.

Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•

"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.

"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.

"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.

A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"

"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.

Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...

"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.

Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.

"So this is what love feels like..."

Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...

"The weather is amazing," You said.

"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.

"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.

"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...

"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"

Surprised, you turned to look at him.

"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"

Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.

"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"

[willowser]

arranged marriage + the missus and the ex w izuku😏😏😏😏(def not calling back to that one snippet you wrote about this😜😜😜😜😜)

OOOOOOH THIS ONE SOUNDS ROUGH OKAY. whenever i think arranged marriage, i think fantasy au okay ? OKAY ? I'M SORRY BUT WE'RE DOING IT !!!

izuku has been king yagi's ward for as long as you can remember. a small, freckle-faced boy that sat down the table from you, that ate the vegetables you didn't want, that played tag with you in the royal gardens and put flowers in your hair.

you taught him how to dance with his two left feet, and you watched him train his body beyond its limits. where he once had to look up at you, just a little, it seemed as if he hit a growth spurt overnight, while you were both in your teens, and then his shoulders broadened and his thighs thickened. izuku became a wall of muscle, his round face thinning a bit throughout the years — though his eyes never dimmed, and his smile never lost its gentle shine.

he is the first boy you love. the first boy that kisses you behind the stables, even though you both know he shouldn't. he is the first boy to untie the ribbons of your dress, wide hands scarred and shaking, the first boy you allow in your bed despite the risks.

you're young and you believe in happy-endings, true love, and you think if you tell the king, your father, of your heart's desires, that he will listen. that he will see the truth in the way izuku looks at you, that boyish redness to his face when you smile at him.

but then the barbarians come.

where izuku is solid and strong, bakugou katsuki is tall and cut from stone. the same weight does not lie in his fists, but he is faster, smarter in the heat of battle, born and bred for it.

aizawa, your father’s advisor, tells you that men like him learn to hold knives before they learn to walk. how to draw blood before they speak their first words. izuku has trained his entire life, but — you think of his hand in your own, soft and gentle.

you marry bakugou katsuki for the safety of your country, in the middle of the night, surrounded by the blazing fires of his encampment. you drink wine made from blood-red grapes and eat meat from an animal you never have before. he doesn't kiss you because they don't do that; instead he cuts his finger and paints a shape on your forehead and cheeks with his own blood.

izuku isn't there.

the marriage is consummated because there's no way around it. bakugou isn't shy about his body, or yours, and he touches you like he's certain. he doesn't hold you like izuku does, and instead you are put to your knees with your cheek against the furs that he sleeps on. it's nothing so brutal as you might have expected, but — it's not izuku either.

(truthfully, you're not sure how you feel about it — him — though you could never admit such a thing out loud, have a hard enough time admitting it to yourself. your cheeks heat at the thought of izuku's fingers brushing over them, his mouth gently pressed against your own, hiding his little gasps in the soft skin of your throat.

— but there is something satisfying, in a dark, primal way, about the warm hand bakugou keeps on your waist, how he tangles his fingers in the hair at your nape to make you look up at him, the mark he bites into your shoulder.

making him grin, with all his sharp teeth and scrunched nose, feels like an accomplishment. leaves you with a warm, special glow. it feels earned and not simply given, and as someone that has been waited on hand foot all their life — that affects you in ways you could have never expected.)

izuku visits as often as he can; as often as your father will allow, for as long as your husband will allow. you typically spend time outside the encampment, just beyond the hill under the cottonwood trees, talking close and laughing low. sometimes, as the sun sets, you'll find your hand in his.

"i hope i'm able to return for it," you tell him, in response to his excitement over being knighted, finally. "masaru says we're to return to their homeland before winter meets the seas."

izuku doesn't say anything, only smiles sadly, forced, as if you couldn't read the pain on his face from miles away. he nods once before looking out over the valley where the encampment has been set up, thinking wistfully. the wind ruffles through his gentle curls and he smells like home, like warm bread and your clean sheets. the sort of things you thought you couldn't live without.

and yet—

"oi," bakugou appears then, face pinched and drawn, scowl deepening as you pull your hand from izuku's. he scoffs once to himself and then turns, quietly commanding you, "come."

you know better than to allow the already thick tension between them grow; one word from izuku can set your husband off, and so you try to smile at him reassuringly, squeezing his hand once more as you bid him goodnight. he dares to fiddle with your hair, wide eyes memorizing your face before letting you go.

it's a surprise that you find bakugou waiting at the edge of the hill as he, too, looks out over his encampment. he always scowls at your dress because it slows you down, usually keeps you a few feet behind him, but he's still, quiet.

when you approach him, he says nothing. doesn't look at you either, simply frowns in the light of the moon, the softness it adds to his face. you watch him silently, waiting for him to continue on back to your shared tent, but — he looks down at his side, before offering his palm, wide and flat.

you take it after a moment, after realizing what it is he's asking, and you can't help but to smile at him softly, as he looks at you. memorizing your face. hand soft and gentle in your own.

✨️ trope game 🩷

[kimbapkimbapp]

Izuku kinnies:

You can't help but to admire everyone in some aspect, like you naturally see the good in everyone. It's complicated but you can be compassionate, empathetic and sweet with anyone but yourself.

You're a daydreamer, and the type of person that pays more attention to the lyrics than the music. You like to analyse things and people because you want someone to do that for you.

You want someone to notice all the little details that make you you. The shine in your eyes, the funny bounce of your hair, how you look at people, how sunlight reflects on your skin when you're looking through the window... You want to be looked at as you look at people, so fondly.

You like reading and you have a particular interest that you're obsessed about, actually, you can't live your life properly without having any type of obsession.

You try hard to know yourself but in the end you end up believing what others say about you, you don't really have a solid perception of you, and it is scary. You work more because you feel less, not only at your workplace or school, but in your relationships.

You think that by being "whatever the other person wants you to be" you'll please the other one and form a good connection with them, but you know that real connection can't come without truth, and you end up hiding a bit of yourself to everyone.

You're loyal and prefer quality over quantity, and you had sucked at social interactions in your childhood, but you're getting there.

You enjoy being with people, but eventually it drains you and you need to spend time by yourself. You probably like drawing/reading/ writing/sculpting/photography, oh you are definitely into reading and writing. But whenever you write there are so many things in your mind that you can't focus right?

You have definitely thought that you are a young spirit with an old soul, and depending on your mood you can be a huge introvert or the most lively person ever.

You think that you're not good enough and you feel frustrated because you know that it isn't true, and you hate that you can't show the same compassion that you show everyone to yourself. But you're getting there, you'll get there

[connisk]

(Fanfic that I really like by @kitsunefyuu )(strongly recommend)

Something about this mental image of AFO dressing izuku in fancy clothes, like very dear doll, just stuck with me. And I felt like drawing a few of the more feminine outfits since every one of them has some kind of meaning to the story.

The first more feminine outfit was the one izuku chose specifically when he tried to convince his father to let him go to UA.

"Dad, I want to go back to a real school and make actual friends," Izuku spoke bluntly. Trying his damn hardest to keep himself calm as he asks, and had even prepared himself with his dads favorite outfit. It was a traditional green Hanfu dress with flowers. More than aware it is for women, but it isn't as if it matters in a home where the only company he's allowed is his father.

Absolutely creepy, but in sweet way. As he doesn't care about what he supposed to be wearing and enjoys everything, but at the same time trying to persuade his father to what he wants with it.

The second outfit I drew was the black dress he wore when he accidentally met his childhood friend. And it escalated quickly to the worst

Maybe Izuku was desperate for some kind of recognition. To gather a fraction of the past that his father took him away from after all these years. That he dug far back to that nickname he hated even if didn’t want to say that name as Kacchan was about to leave, “How about Deku?”

Now that seemed to trigger something and a curiously amused expression showed on Bakugou’s face. The recognition sparked in his eyes as a loud hum escaped him.

“Oh yeah! Deku must explain why you look like a weird doll,” Katsuki said with amusement.

Izuku felt a stab in his chest at the other words.

This happened right after izuku ran away from his dinner with his father. Naturally he was wearing a dress. I can't find the exact quote but I remember it being described as dress with a ribbon. Maybe it was just my imagination, but izuku wearing a dress and looks like a doll, Plus kachan recognizing him by his old nickname just felt very symbolic. Like Deku will never be more than just a doll for others.

The last image, and the one I liked the most was izuku wearing his school uniform.

"Dad! Can you grab me my uniform!?"

(...)

Izuku doesn't even check what the man brought feeling pretty good right now. Though clearly, he was going to end up late so he just throws it on.

(...)

"Sorry he's just- Well he's excited I have a friend," Izuku noted only to realize Shoto was looking at him up and down. "What? Is something wrong?" Ugh, did he not put on enough makeup? Did he put the uniform on and mess up his hair? Izuku felt nervous at his friend's suddenly very critical gaze wondering if he needs to run back home to fix up-

"You look nice,"

(...)

Though when he arrived at the school Izuku felt like he was getting a LOT more looks than normal. To the point if he was honest he kind of felt almost anxious about it as while attention can be nice it felt more like they were weirded out. Wondering why that is the case, he worked hard on his appearance! Even Shoto said he looked nice, did he miss something? "Hey do I look weird?" Izuku questioned wondering why people were staring knowing his friend would be honest. Shoto glanced around a bit then back at him in confusion before a light bulb seemed to register. Those eyes light up as he finally decides to answer the question.

"Probably because you're wearing the girl uniform?" Shoto questioned. As if he hadn't just revealed the most horrifying thing Izuku could have done. The innocent way his best friend didn't even think to point out the uniform was for a girl.

The betrayal izuku felt. For his father it was simply a joke. For izuku it was world shattering. How he took izuku's trust and played with it.

Shoto, with his pure heart didn't question it.

I reason chose to give izuku white hair even when he supposed to still have his green is because he's under his father's manipulation. From the moment his mother died his father was everything to him and he was everything for hisashi.

And still, he plays with izuku's life like he's some kind of doll. Just because he doesn't see a problem with it. But for izuku it affects everything.

[thatonefatgumsimp]

OK so idk if I posted it here before, but I had an idea for an mha animatic for Work This Body by WALK THE MOON for Izuku Midoriya (BC idk, that song just screams "Deku" to me-)

Anyways I'm gonna post it here now cuz I hope to draw the frames soon (I have no idea how to animate whatsoever- does that mean I'm gonna give up tho? No. I'll animate it on freaking flipnote on my old DSi if I have to, I will make this animatic so help me-)

So yeah, scroll past if you don't rlly care/aren't interested, but if you are I'm gonna put my ideas for the frame-by-frame (sort of) under the cut:

OK SO! *claps hands* these blorbo thoughts have been marinating in my brain for so long, bro (/gn), you have no idea...

OK so beginning context:

In my au, Uraraka is pan, Izuku is bi, the "Toshi" mentioned in the animatic notes is one of their future kids who eventually inherits OFA. With the context out of the way, IDEA FOR THE ANIMATIC!!!

Piano at the beginning: a couple scenes of the beginning of MHA just as, like a refresher (like maybe a short flash of baby Deku and a look at the sludge monster incident briefly) and title screen

"It was a strange place and a tender age": Izuku standing in front of All Might after the sludge monster incident, All Might offers to help make Izuku a hero.

"I was just a babe in school": shows Izuku happy at All Might's offer and crying, he's still in his middle school uniform.

"Saw them roll their eyes at me": shows Bakugo walking by, glaring in disgust at Deku as he passes.

"Every time that I thought that I was cool": Izuku taking notes.

"Well uh God knows I was no chosen one": Izuku looking at the littered beach.

"That just wasn't my prime": Izuku struggling to move the fridge on the beach.

"Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time": Izuku standing on a clean beach as All Might hands him his hair.

"And I will work this body": Izuku during the entrance exam.

"I will burn this flame": Izuku talking to Shoto at the sports festival.

"Oh in the dead of night and in the pouring rain": Izuku training outside at night in the rain, practicing his kicks.

"Yeah I'm a workaholic": Deku doing Sit ups.

"And I swear I swear": Deku punching and kicking the punching bag.

"Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square": Deku pausing, sweating, to look at a picture of Bakugo for motivation.

"Show me what you got!": Deku training with All Might.

"Work this body on the floor": Izuku during one of the training exercises, swinging through the air on Black Whip.

"Who do you think you are?": Bakugo watching the same training exercise knowing the form is the same as when he uses his Howitzer.

"C'mon, meet me on the court!": Izuku and Bakugo fighting at night.

"Que ferais-tu? Putain, je ne sais pas!": Izuku and Bakugo working together to save Katsuma and Mahoro from Nine.

"It ain't a matter of 'if', honey": Bakugo being stabbed through the stomach by Shigaraki with that weird tentacle thing.

"It's just a matter of when": a picture of a goodbye note on Deku's hospital bed saying he's running away and he can't risk everyone else getting hurt since the LOV is only after One for All.

"On some Sunday": runaway Vigilante Izuku arc dirty, dusty-ass lookin costume.

"When it's my face in the newspaper again": the news outlets on TV covering the 'new vigilante on the scene' (the very dirty broccoli boi who thinks he can do everything himself smh /lh /aff).

"All the rag magazines": 1A bringing him back.

"Black limousines": Uraraka on the rooftop with a megaphone.

"They'll be gettin in line": Deku training for the big fight.

"Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time.": Deku kicking Shigaraki's ass.

"And I will work this body": second year Deku and Bakugo sparring.

"I will burn this flame!": Izuku playing Uno with his friends and classmates.

"Oh in the dead of night and in the pouring rain": Izuku lightly splashes Bakugo with ocean water and he splashes him back hard.

"Yeah I'm a workaholic": Izuku studying.

"And I swear I swear": Izuku and his friends graduating.

"Yeah!": they throw their caps.

"One day I will beat you fair and square!": Deku talking to Bakugo out on patrol.

"Show me what you got!": Izuku saving civilians trapped in a building.

"Work this body on the floor": adult Izuku and Bakugo sparring.

"Who do you think you are?": Deku on the news.

"C'mon meet me on the court!": Izuku getting interviewed.

"Que ferais-tu? Putain, je ne sais pas!": Bakugo predicting Deku's gonna win the hero rankings #1 and giving him a noogie.

"Ne vien pas plurer": The announcement for the new hero rankings.

"Ver moi….": Izuku is named the new number 1.

Instrumental interlude: Izuku doing great things as the Symbol of Hope and new number 1 hero and past class A celebrating for their friend.

The piano flourish at the end of the instrumental: a pause, seeing Izuku hold his oldest son for the first time with Ochako handing baby Toshi (their firstborn) to him.

"And I will work this body": Izuku showing Toshi (10, quirkless) how to defend himself.

"I will burn this flame": Izuku coaching his son (still 10) as he struggles with push ups push ups.

"Oh in the dead of night and in the pouring rain": Toshi, 14, going for a run at night in the pouring rain

"Yeah I'm a workaholic": Izuku cheering on his son as he does one handed push ups.

"And I swear I swear": Izuku handing Toshi a piece of his hair like 'you are ready'.

"Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square": Izuku ruffling Toshi's hair as he sends him off to his first day at UA.

"And I will work this body": Toshi training his ass off.

"I will burn this flame": Toshi talking to the vestiges, mainly second, about what they did that helped.

"Oh in the dead of night": Toshi taking notes and strategizing how to be better.

"And in the pouring rain": Toshi running up a hill with weights in the snow.

"Yeah I'm a workaholic and I swear I swear": Toshi beating the crap out of a punching bag while training.

"Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square": Toshi beating his dad (Izuku) at sparring.

" YEAH!": Toshi at, like, 24, in his hero suit with one arm up.

[riahlynn101]

Ai-less Whumptober 2024: Day Thirteen - "Defiance."

Word count: 2,082

Trigger warnings: unreality, kidnapping, mindfuckery, manipulation, and One for All-All for One not respecting boundaries. 

Story notes: A lot of things might not make sense. I’m sorry.

--

Izuku breathes in. He’s missed this. The morning sun beating down on him. The wind whistling through his hair. But he can’t enjoy it now. There’s too much at stake. 

A phone is clutched in his hand. He took it off the counter when no one was looking. It’s his last hope. All other avenues have failed thus far, and each attempt at escaping has been getting steadily harder. His legs feel like jelly and his heart beats fast. The icy road makes it hard to gain traction.

“Izuku!” His uncle calls. He sounds genuinely concerned, like he himself isn’t the sole causality of Izuku running away. 

Well, okay, that isn’t totally accurate. But it’s still close enough on the mark that Izuku forces his sore legs to move faster. 

His feet hurt - who knew running down a dirt road, thoroughly unprepared and without shoes, could do that - and his sides scream at him to stop. 

“Izuku! Come back!” His uncle sounds closer now. 

Out of pure instinct to not be caught, he dives for the woods lining the road. He really wanted to avoid it. If not for the animals that could tear him apart, or the ticks that like to hide in the tall grass, then for how dark and foreboding it looked at sundown. Which, unfortunately for him, is approaching quickly. 

The forest is dark. Almost too dark. 

But he can’t focus on that now. His uncle continues to call out for him, getting closer and closer. Izuku hides behind a large oak tree, holding his breath. 

He waits for his uncle’s voice to pass, to grow distant, and then he waits a few minutes longer. If he can count on his uncle for one thing it’s to bring him home, one way or another. That’s precisely why it’s him that’s looking for Izuku and not the others. Well, that and his uncle is a lot better at comforting him. At convincing Izuku that this is all in his ‘best interest.’

Once he’s sure that the danger has passed, Izuku hurriedly types in the first phone number he ever memorized. It rings. Once. Twice. Three times. There’s a long stretch of silence on the other end, and he doesn’t hesitate to fill the gap. 

He has so many things he wants to tell his mom. So many things that he needs to tell her. Not just for his own sake, though being rescued does hinge on him giving her all the relevant information. But for hers and his dad’s. If anything happens to him before he can see them again, he needs them to know how much he loves them. 

“Mom!? Mom, it’s me! Izuku. I don’t know where I am-” 

“I think I hear something.” He hears Kudo’s voice in the distance, likely a last resort for his uncle. 

He takes a sharp breath in. Panic fills his chest. There’s still so much he wants to say. The voice gets closer, accompanied by a few of the others. Nana, Bruce, and En being the most noticeable ones. 

His eyes burn. “Mom, dad, I’m sorry. I love you guys. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

A dial tone sounds loudly, shocking Izuku, for the briefest of seconds, out of his predestined grief. He grips the phone. The next words from the operator’s mouth feel like a knife in his heart being twisted. 

“We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or no longer in service-”

The phone slips through his fingers. 

“If you feel this is an error or you have typed the wrong number, check the number and try your call again.” 

He listens as the phone hangs up. 

Izuku draws his legs to his chest and burrows his head into his arms. It won’t be long until they catch him and drag him back.

He’s right, because not a second later Kudo’s standing over him. Izuku knows it’s him because of how disappointed the sigh he releases is. 

“Found him!” he calls. “Let Yoichi know.”

He bends down in front of Izuku. “C’mon, kid. It’s over. Time to come home.”

Last minute anger coursing through his veins, though it could very well be childish frustration for all the use it has to him. 

“No!” Izuku screams, stubbornly keeping his head in his arms. “I don’t want to!”

He listens as Banjo stands up, sticks crack under his boots. 

“Midoriya Izuku,” he warns, “I’ll give you until the count of five to come here. One.”

Izuku doesn't budge. His anger at the situation, and his aching body, culminate in an almost pathological need to not follow Nana’s directions. Her tone of voice doesn’t help much either. It reminds Izuku of his dad back when he was a kid and got in trouble. Chiding and stern, but in a gentle sense. Like the last thing he would ever want to do is cause Izuku pain, or to make him feel unloved. 

He appreciated that tone of voice from his father. It showed Izuku how much he cared, even if he wasn’t home all that much. 

From Kudo, though, it grinds his gears. 

“Two.”

Izuku refuses to respond. He knows how this ends. It’s a movie he’s seen a thousand times before. 

“Three….”

He can’t lie. Even as angry as he is, the impending countdown hangs over his head like an anvil. 

“Four.”

En steps closer. Izuku holds his breath. There’s no use in running now. 

“Midoriya?” The sound of a familiar voice, albeit one he hasn’t heard in awhile. He peeks through the gaps between his arms, right at-

“Shigaraki?” Standing a few feet away, startlingly alive, Tomura Shigaraki stares at him. 

Izuku scrambles to his feet. Kidnappers be damned. He would rather take his chance with his uncle and the others, than out here with a ghost of a person that tried to kill him and ended up dying in the process. 

“I’m so glad I finally got into contact with you.” Shigaraki comes closer, and Izuku is stuck between freezing or running back the way he came. “Don’t run. I’m not going to hurt you.” He speaks low, like Izuku is a frightened animal.

(Maybe he is. The whine threatening to escape his throat certainly doesn’t help matters.)

“Wh- why?”

Shigaraki’s usual bluish gray hair is pure white, and his eyes are a dark gray, like two storm clouds. If not for the scratchy voice and the style choice of a black, oversized sweatshirt, Izuku could have thought it was a complete stranger. 

He grabs onto the tree behind him, steadying himself. 

Shigaraki gives him a small smile. One that leaves Izuku feeling more confused and a little sad. He steps even closer. His hands that have caused so much pain and destruction reach for his face. 

Izuku grimaces, eyes squeezing shut, in anticipation of the pain. It never comes. 

He opens his eyes to see Shigaraki staring intently at him, patiently, uncharacteristically so. “Wha-”

Shigaraki holds Izuku’s face in his hands. The look in his eyes flashes between pained, sad, and so, so angry. 

Izuku feels the urge to flee, but Shigaraki holds him still. 

“You need to wake up, Izuku.”

His confusion at the vague phrasing of Shigaraki’s words overrides the jarring experience at hearing his given name out of the man’s mouth. 

“What does that mean? Why?”

“We can talk more later, but right now, I need you to. Wake! Up!”

The world blurs. Colors and shapes mix together, until everything eventually fades to black. Izuku is helpless to stop it. He feels like he’s falling….falling…..falling….

He lands.

And then, suddenly, he’s aware of everything. 

The loud but familiar beeping sounds that come from being hooked up to a heart monitor machine. 

He gasps loudly, feeling his face. No signs of decay, but he would rather nothing touch his face until he calms down. Izuku pulls his oxygen mask off. 

There’s bright light streaming in through the curtains. Izuku has to blink furiously to adjust to the change of lighting. 

“Welcome back.”

Izuku turns his head towards the one person he hoped was a figment of his imagination. Shigaraki, now sporting much shorter, much darker hair, smiles at him, less sad this time. 

“What- what happened? Where are-”

“The vestiges?”

“Uh….” 

“Not real.”

What?”

“None of it was real.”

Izuku stares down at his lap. That can’t be right. He was there. He saw everything with his own eyes. 

“I know it’s a little jarring, but you have to know none of it was real. You’re smart, Izuku, I know you noticed the inconsistencies.”

“Inconsistencies,” he mumbles, feeling light-headed. 

“Yeah, like the time of day changing. People disappearing and reappearing. Things not being where they ought to be. Seasons changing on a dime. Those types of things.”

Now that Shigaraki mentions it…..

“But wouldn’t I know if things weren’t normal. I mean, things felt pretty real to me.”

“Before you saved me-”

Izuku’s mind comes to a screeching halt. When did he ever save Shigaraki? That seems like something he would remember.

“The memory I was trapped in, kept me from fighting back too much. It felt real. Day after day of reliving that same, horrible, memory over and over. But little things would change here and there. Small things, because it was a memory and not a simulation, but it works the same.”

“Memory? Save you? Simulation?” Izuku rubs his temples. 

Shigaraki chuckles. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“You’re telling me.” 

Even though Shigaraki isn’t causing him harm, Izuku can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. Like he just came home and someone moved all the furniture two centimeters to the right. 

Shigaraki crosses the room to ruffle his hair. Instinctually, Izuku ducks away. The flash of hurt in his enemy(?)’s eyes makes him feel a bit regretful. Especially when he touches the top of his head and finds it intact. 

(But he’s not overreacting, right? Izuku remembers what happens when Shigaraki touches things or people with his hand - vividly).

“Uh…” Izuku draws out. Shigaraki looks expectantly at him. “Why was I trapped? And why don’t I remember what happened?” Now that the questions are pouring out, he finds himself more bewildered and in need of answers. “Where was I? And more importantly, why did I keep referring to the first user of One for All as my ‘uncle’?”

Shigaraki sighs. “I don’t know really. These powers of….” he clears his throat, turning his head to the side. “Sorry. All for One and One for All have a tendency to mess with their users’ heads. I’m sure all your questions have reasonable answers. I just don’t have any of them.”

“Thanks,” Izuku mutters. The feeling of wrongness intensifies the longer he lays here, but he still can’t place why. He chalks it up to his own anxieties about the situation. He decides to change the topic. “Where is everyone?”

“At home. Sleeping.” Shigaraki gestures to the window where the sky is pitch black. No moon. No stars. 

“Oh,” he murmurs.

Wrong. Wrong. Something’s wrong!

“That makes sense.”

It doesn’t!

Something is wrong! Ask more questions! Fight! Do something!

But, in spite of his deep-rooted stubbornness, Izuku finds he can’t do anything besides sit in the hospital bed he woke up in. He finds most of his energy has been sapped, and his eyelids are slowly becoming heavier and heavier. 

“You’re tired,” Shigaraki observes. He guides Izuku’s head to a pillow. He’s surprisingly gentle, tucking him in and brushing Izuku’s bangs off his face. “Sleep,” he urges. “Things will be better when you wake.”

The door opens, but Izuku finds he doesn’t have the energy to look. The world narrows to the bed underneath him and the hand carding through his hair. 

“You found him.”

That’s-

“Very good, Tomura.”

All for One!

Izuku fights against the sleep slowly taking hold of him. The hand in his hair tightens its grip. He whimpers, feeling helpless. 

“They had him,” Tomura explains. “It took awhile to get through.”

“It usually does.” All for One laughs.

Things start to blur together. His eyelids are too heavy to keep open. Shigaraki removes his hand off his head. 

Both All for One’s and Shigaraki’s voice fade away, sounding more and more distant. 

“I don’t….”

“We’ll make him….”

“I’m….love….sleep….”

His last coherent thought clicks into place just as sleep drags him under again.

Hadn’t it been daytime when he woke up here?

[petri808]

Day 9 @flufftober “love/annoyance at first sight” Bakudeku Drabble

“Damn it!” Bakugou growls as he stares at the sheet of paper on the bulletin board. The first semesters student rankings has just been posted and to his irritation, he places second. “Who the hell is Izuku Midoriya?!”

At Bakugou’s growl, the gathering of students part like the Red Sea at Moses’ command, and everyone turns to look at a green-haired man at the back of the crowd. Amongst the whispers, the poor guy having been singled-out is like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, wide-eyed and petrified, he swallows hard and slowly, tentatively raises his hand. “Um… t-that’s me.”

Heads turn like a wave from back to front, front to back, staring between the two men, waiting for the next move. Most of the student body have gone to school with Katsuki Bakugou since primary school and are curious as to who this newcomer is. Those in Midoriya’s home room know the boy is brilliant, but now it’s confirmed. They hold their collective breaths, waiting for a bloodbath… but are only returned with a confused silence from the reigning Bakugou.

Seconds tick by as a staring contest forms between Midoriya and the blonde who’s face has flushed pink and mouth hangs agape. Bakugou is stunned silent at the freckle-faced mouse who’s kinda… cute! Big, emerald eyes shining from the hint of moisture brought on by fear and messy hair that looks unkempt, yet so soft and touchable, drawing him in… wanting to run his fingers through—

“Did I do something wrong?” Midoriya questions to break the stalemate. “I-I didn’t mean to make anyone mad.”

Right, rival! Bakugou snaps out of it. Damn, what is he doing thinking this guy is cute! Cute! “Oi! I’m the top student here!” He finally responds. “Who the hell do you think you are coming to this school and think you can beat me!”

“Eep!” Midoriya flinches back a step and puts his hands up in defense. “I’m just doing my best, I-I don’t even know who you are.”

More whispers abound from the crowd, how does he not know who Bakugou is they gossip. Most of the high achieving students are super competitive and well aware of who their rivals are and yet this guy claims not to have immediately figured it out when he arrived at school? He must be playing dumb, hoping it’ll take some of the heat off.

“Tch!” Bakugou sneers and walks right up to Midoriya. “Well, now you know, so you best stay out of my way nerd!” He then shoves past and heads to his home room, leaving the crowd of gawkers shocked.

“Whoa,” one of the students exclaims as the crowd begins to disburse. “You’re damn lucky he didn’t destroy you.”

Midoriya breathes a sigh of relief. Truthfully, he’s still in shock, confused, and yeah, he too thought he’d get hit or something. But he’s not going to let fear stop him from doing his best in school either. Maybe he’ll try to ask to this Bakugou guy later when things have calmed down. “Yeah, me too,” Midoriya agrees and heads in the opposite direction for his home room.

Unbeknownst to the the other students, the moment Bakugou is out of eye and ear shot, he stops and leans against a wall to collect himself. He’s still pissed about the score, but now he’s even more annoyed with himself over falling for a guy at first sight. “Get a grip, idiot!” He chastises himself. Just because Midoriya looks like a lost puppy he’d take home to cuddle with, doesn’t mean he’s in love! Damn right! “There’s no way,” Bakugou repeats in a failing effort to convince himself. “No way at all…” But too bad for the blonde, the arrow has already hit its mark whether he likes it or not.