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terrarain · 2 years ago

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what it takes to love

character(s): todoroki shouto, izuku midoriya, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo, kaminari denki

summary: the ways they're loved and the ways they love.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, slightly suggestive in hawks's part; overall, just a bunch of fluff bc i'm a sucker for fluff. also, some swearing!!

word count: 3.4k

There's a lot of ways to love and be loved. There's no real right way to love - and that's the beauty of it, isn't it?

The many ways different people can love and be loved.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Todoroki, Shouto.

The process of loving Shouto is a step-by-step one. It’s a learning process when it comes to someone as distant as Todoroki Shouto. It can be a bit of an odd thing, loving someone who doesn’t really… have a solid grasp on something as abstract as love.

It takes transparency. The willingness to bear your soul to him. Sly innuendos and speaking in indirect messages only confuse him. He takes most things at face–value and his social skills are hardly the best with how little he interacted with people his age during his childhood.

So you wait. You wait and you’re there with Shouto for every step of his journey towards reconciliation with himself, with those around him. You’re there with him when he discovers new foods that he likes and you’re there with him when he’s in a less-than-pleasant mood, trying to work his way through complicated emotions.

You’re staring intensely at the golden band, seated on a stool at the kitchen island, when you hear footsteps coming from behind. You don’t startle, though, already having an inkling as to who it might be.

“Is something wrong with the ring, love?” Shouto’s arms wrap around you in a back-hug and you sigh happily. You smile reassuringly up towards your lover – your soon-to-be husband.

“Not at all,” you murmur, reaching up to kiss Shouto in a quick, simple motion. He smiles against you, carefully readjusting his hold on you and turning you around on the stool so you faced him – so he could hold you closer to himself as he returns your affection. “Just unbelievably happy that you’re you.”

He hums against your hair, holding you against his chest. He’s a bit chilly – perhaps from using his ice earlier – but you don’t mind. It’s comforting and it feels blissful in the hot summer weather.

“I’m happy you’re you, too,” he whispers in return. When you pull back a little to look at him, his eyes are filled to the brim with affection and your heart just melts.

The start of Shouto loving you is clumsy, but he is really, truly, trying his best. Shouto in love is unbelievably gentlemanly – he treats you like a goddamn queen. Despite that, though, there is a hidden side of him that he reveals to you – a side that takes pleasure in teasing you with subtle words he’s picked up over the years.

Shouto wants to see all of your expressions. He wants to be with you throughout your journey the very same way you were there for his – and he provides his support where he can. He’s there with you through your highs and lows, because Todoroki Shouto is a man who returns favours. But, more than that, Shouto is unabashedly, wholeheartedly in love with you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Kaminari, Denki.

Denki makes it deceptively easy to love him, cheesy grins and quick touches all around. He’s bright and sociable and gets along well with just about everybody. Falling in love with him is an explosive event and loud for sure; Denki is hardly known for being quiet and subdued, after all.

With him, however, it’s surprisingly hard to get anything substantial from him at first. You match his energy and you make sure that he knows that he can talk to you the way he encourages his friends to open up to him when they’re in distress. You make him laugh when his spirits are low; you do what you can to put a smile on his face.

dumbass💛: omg look

you: where?

dumbass💛: across the room

dumbass💛: near the kitchen area

you: uh oh what is that guy doing?

You eye Bakugou and the mystery person – from your angle, you can’t really figure out who it is or if it’s even someone you know – and watch as they flush and fidget. Bakugou, much to your shock, starts to… blush.

dumbass💛: helLO

dumbass💛: are you seeing what i’m seeing??

dumbass💛: kacchan is going pink??

you: i didn’t know bakugou could look like that lmao

you: ain’t no way that’s the same bakugou that’s always cussing up a storm

A shift to your side. You look up from your phone and arch a brow when your eyes meet golden ones. You’re the first to speak up; “Tired of texting?”

“I wanted to hear your voice,” he replies, attempting to wiggle his brows suggestively. You just snort in response, pinching his side – which, to that, he yelps. “Okay, that and also my phone just died.”

“That’s surprising,” you comment. “Your phone very rarely dies.”

“I was too distracted to charge it,” he says, directing a meaningful look at you. You smile. “Distracted by the beauty in front of me.”

“Alright, casanova,” you laugh, pinching at his cheeks. One of your brows shoot up when he reaches for your phone, watching as he starts tapping the screen away from your sight. “What’cha doing?”

“Tragically, not you.”

“You’re the one who wanted to go to this party,” you reply, lips twitching upwards into a lopsided grin when his free hand pinches a little at the skin of your own hand.

Once he returns the phone, you immediately notice the contact name (💛💛my dumbass💛⚡💛⚡ 😍😘🔥🔥😍🔥) and look up to meet his radiant grin. My dumbass, indeed.

Denki’s mind can be both everywhere and nowhere depending on the day. His thoughts are difficult to focus with how much he flits about everywhere. There are occasions where Denki forgets, regardless of intention, things will slip from his mind from time to time. He will always do whatever he can to make it up, though, because once he loves, his love doesn’t falter.

There isn’t actually a drastic change when the two of you start dating – he’s still a good, dear friend; this time, just with a lot more kisses and playful flirting (of course, he also stops flirting with other people). Denki tries to make you smile every day, always up to some sort of goofy activity or sending you random memes throughout the day. More than anything, he loves your smile. Nothing, to him, is more radiant than you smiling, as cheesy as it sounds.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Shinsou, Hitoshi.

Loving Hitoshi is something that's slow and steady. You develop your relationship with him slowly over the years and it takes a lot of kind waiting for him to come over and knock on the door to your soul.

It takes unfaltering trust. Skeptic of life, Hitoshi is timid when it comes to letting others in because he can’t trust himself. Can’t trust those around him. People are fickle and he knows this, so he keeps away.

But he does surrender, eventually, with enough tenacity. Slight brushes of your fingers against his, sitting just that one centimetre closer to him on the couch, gently poking at him to wake him up from naps – he starts to accept the touch, eventually, and starts to returns those touches with an intensity that has only built up over the years he’s lived.

You’re watching Hitoshi play with the cat sitting about in your apartment – whose name was currently Cat (something that a lot of people question, but you weren’t about to get into the whole origin of naming the cat… Cat) – when an idle thought pops into your mind.

“You’re kinda like Cat,” you comment. This draws Hitoshi’s attention away from Cat, one brow arched and stray strand of hair falling over his face as he cocks his head to the side in question.

“What, like I’m catlike?”

“No, I mean, sometimes, but that’s not what I meant. You’re, like,” you pause, gesturing to Cat, who was sat down primly and coolly staring at Hitoshi and the cat toy he had been trying to get Cat to play with. “--like… Cat. You kinda behave the same way as her. I swear you gave me that exact same stare the first few times I tried talking to you.”

He snorts, not denying your observation, placing the cat toy and instead holding his arms out for Cat to run into. Which she does without hesitation. You let out an amused laugh, leaning forward against the armrest of the couch you sat on.

“That, too,” you snicker. You pause for a moment before standing up and spreading your arms out with a bright smile. Hitoshi returns the very same smile, padding right on over to you without hesitation.

Hitoshi, once he’s opened up, is a kind lover. For a lack of better terms, he’s whipped for you and completely wrapped around your finger without any complaints. He’s attentive and thoughtful and, after a point, he stops holding back and smothers you in all of the affection he’s bundled up deep within.

There’s a sense of trust that years of friendship has built up and is nigh-impossible to tear down; he has your back and you have his. He reaches out more and lets you into his heart, lets you see the scars and worries he hides away and you let him see yours in return. The two of you lean on each other, hands intertwined the whole way through.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Takami, Keigo.

Loving Keigo is a quiet affair, much unlike how chatty Keigo is, unlike how intense his presence can be. The two of you are oftentimes hidden away from public eye.

A charming, roguish grin is what he wears in public and it’s what he dons in front of you during your first meeting. And while that charming roguish smile and the playful quips he shoots out are still a part of him, it’s the quieter moments where he slips and shows himself in his entirety.

It’s no secret that Keigo – Hawks, the number two hero – is a man who moves far too fast for most people. But you try. You don’t take a look at him and give up on him because he’s too fast; you rise up to his challenge and chase after him. You establish yourself as his equal and you show him that you’re there, right next to him.

Keigo, as you’ve learned during your time as his friend, companion, lover, has a fondness for entering through windows. The first few times, his appearances were unannounced and oftentimes gave you a scare – nowadays, though, he sends a feather your way to let you know that he’s on his way to you.

“What is up with you and windows?” you question as you unlock and open the window so the bird-man could climb in. The red feather in your grasp flicks its way out of your hand and back to his wings, which were fluttering about.

Wryly, you think about how you’ll be finding bright red feathers everywhere in your apartment after his visit. And you wouldn’t be the tiniest bit upset at it – it was a clear reminder of Keigo’s presence in your life despite how often he had to leave for work.

“It’s the quickest way,” is his response – a response you’ve heard before. After a pause, he adds on: “Also, it’s romantic, wouldn’t you say? Don’t your romance novels have something about people sneaking through windows to meet each other in the dead of night?”

“Have you been reading my books?” you question with an arched brow, closing the window and watching as Keigo plops down on your couch. Much to your horror, he reaches for the book you had placed down on the little side table next to the couch – and flipped the book open to where you had it bookmarked.

“Now I am,” he grins, turning his attention to the book. You dive in to grab your book from his hands to no avail; he just catches you with an arm and tugs you into him. You’re partially on his lap and locked in place with one arm wrapped around your waist as he reads the contents out loud. “ ‘He groans, burying his face into Lillia’s neck, hips pistoning in and out of her soft body–’ “

“Stop it,” you cry out in embarrassment and Keigo’s eyes flick over the rest of the page before turning to you with the biggest shit-eating grin ever. He’s teasing you.

Keigo merely hums, kneading your waist. “Should I be taking notes from this? Is this the stuff you’re into nowadays?”

“It’s not mine,” you defend weakly, tilting your head back a bit as he presses gentle kisses to the exposed skin of your neck. “A friend lent it to me.”

“Well, I’ve got to thank this friend of yours, hmm?” he muses, pulling you fully onto his lap so he can kiss you more easily. “For giving me some more ideas to try out with you,” he grins as he waggles his eyebrows in the decidedly most unattractive way ever, and you just roll your eyes before pulling him in for another kiss.

Keigo is a charmer. He’s good with his words and he likes to pride himself on his ability to read people’s faces and body language. He uses this to his advantage and puts up a front so that people will like him, because he’s convinced that nobody would really like the monster inside of him.

But then. But then he meets you and starts seeing you around – he starts taking note of your presence and it’s inevitable that he ends up tripping over himself just for you. He slows down for you in his own way. He pays closer attention to mundane details that he normally wouldn’t have paid any mind to.

He lets down his guard around you because he trusts you, and that’s something huge to him – he’s gentle with you. Frighteningly attentive. It’s like second nature to him, tending to you – he takes care of you in any way he can. Keigo is downright clingy when he’s in love and he can never get enough of you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Midoriya, Izuku.

It’s not as easy as some may think upon an initial glance at Izuku to love the poor boy to. He’s full of love but he struggles to allow himself as much love as he gives. You’ll have to be the one gently reassuring him that he’ll be okay, the one reminding him to take care of himself because people care about him. You care about him.

As you love Midoriya Izuku, you hold onto a boundless sense of determination and you’re as stubborn as a bull. Teaching someone to love themselves whole-heartedly is an endlessly difficult task, but never a burdensome one for you.

One of many days, you lace your fingers together with the mossy-haired boy as he looks at you wide-eyed, mouth clamping shut mid-ramble. You offer him a smile as you rub a thumb along his hand. “You’re spiralling again,” you murmur and he sags against you; an exhaustion he hesitates to show most others.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but you give him a look that has him saying something else. “Thank you,” he murmurs and your heart clenches. You let him hold onto you tightly, fiercely, like you’d fade away if he let go even a little bit. You press a kiss to a freckled cheek, squeezing him back. Reassurance that you wouldn’t leave him.

“Now, are you going to let me go to make a meal or are you going to just sit here and starve?” you speak up after a few moments of tender silence, tapping at his back gently. With great reluctance, he releases the tight hold he has on you but doesn’t ever let go of you. He sticks close behind you, scarred hand tightly grasping yours as the two of you meander into the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” he questions, peering over your shoulder as you rifle through the fridge for ingredients.

“Katsudon,” you laugh as he immediately presses a ticklish kiss to your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, ‘God, I love you,’.

Izuku is never without a burden; this burden only gets heavier as the years go by, the title of Japan’s number one hero heavy on his back. While he runs around as a reliable hero, as someone all of Japan can depend on, you and his close friends still see parts of the mousey boy you guys had befriended all those years ago back in highschool.

And while Izuku isn’t particularly good at accepting love, he gives out so, so much love. Perhaps more than is healthy for him – self sacrificing to a fault and always working for the sake of those around him.

He never forgets. Izuku remembers everything about you and that is how he loves; he pays close attention, tends to your needs. He doesn’t miss a single date, doesn’t forget anything you tell him no matter how mundane; Izuku gently pries you apart and works hard to take down any walls you have up around yourself.

Izuku can’t always be there for you. It’s the reality of him being a hero; long hours, unpredictable emergencies – the list goes on. But he makes every second count and does his best to make you happy. You have to make sure you take care of him, too, as he quickly forgets about himself when in the process of loving you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂ Katsuki, Bakugou.

Loving him, quite frankly, takes a lot. Far more than others. It’s an ugly process and it’s hard to put on any form of rose-tinted glasses for someone as intense as Katsuki. Loving Katsuki can be hard. Nonetheless, you work your way through his highs and lows.

It takes patience. Lots and lots of patience – but you never let yourself be a pushover. There’s a delicate balance that needs to be maintained and, honestly? It won’t always be maintained completely. There’ll be dips favouring one side from time to time – and when that happens, it takes a lot of understanding to mend frayed threads.

But that doesn’t stop you, because as explosive and bitchy as Katsuki can be, there are still parts of him that had charmed you and parts of him that you want to discover.

You’re reminiscing on the days you spent with Katsuki back in highschool when there’s a shuffle and quiet grunt next to you. The arm around you, heavy and warm, tightens when you try to sit up. You simply stare into your husband’s eyes, which were now blearily blinking awake.

“What’re ya’ starin’ for?” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep.

“Just thinking,” you smile warmly, poking at his cheek. He doesn’t fight back against you and just lets you do as you please, much to your satisfaction. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of seeing Katsuki so – so relaxed. Waking up with him next to you, with you in his arms, was a domestic event that you would’ve never expected to happen back in your guys’ youth.

“ ‘bout what?”

“How much of a softie you are now,” you chuckle, pressing your lips to his in a slow kiss. He immediately reciprocates, though not with his usual intensity due to his sleep-addled state. He grumbles when you pull back, the hand around your waist snaking up to your hair so he can run his fingers through your hair.

“I’m only this damn soft because of you, alright?” he huffs and you just laugh, poking at his arm to try and get him off of you. He just scowls in response, tugging you closer to him.”

“We have to get up,” you murmur, the voice of reason, much to his chagrin. “I have work this morning and so do you, darling.”

“Jus’ a little longer,” he whispers. You find it hard to argue against him, especially when you’re basking in his warmth – especially when you know you’ll probably start missing his touch after you step out of the house into the biting cold of the winter winds.

“Just a little longer,” you surrender, burying your face into his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat.

To his credit, Katsuki changes. He grows over the years – he matures and it’s a slow and arduous process. He’s hardly gentle and sunny like Midoriya, and he’s far from a gentleman like Todoroki. But he gets a hold of himself. He does his damnedest not to hurt you. And when he hurts you, he works tirelessly to correct his wrongs.It’s downright shocking to those around the two of you – how much Katsuki has changed and how mellow he is when he’s in your presence.

He’s careful with you and lavishes you with affection in his own ways; he holds you carefully, he gifts you things you have your eyes on, he has goddamn books on how to be a good lover (which, when you found those on his bookshelf, he pretended that he was just keeping them at Kaminari’s request; they’re Kaminari’s, not his. It’s endlessly endearing how much of a dork he actually is).

a/n: as it turns out, when you only ever write for the same 2 characters, writing for other characters is hard,,,, mannn sorry GAHJAHG

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dazais-secret-smut-stash · 2 months ago

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10 Seroroki Fic Recs

Reviving this account to share some Seroroki fic recs, since us rarepair shippers are always in desperate need of more! This is also unofficially for @girlkiss3rr since they were asking for Seroroki fic recs a while back :)

Talk Nerdy to Me by Madame_Hatter and octobot

E | 20k | 10/10 | fluff and humor, smut, modern au, college au, sero is a tech support guy, shouto is horrible with technology, cue the romance

This is probably my favorite Seroroki fic ever. I can’t recommend it enough. I’ve reread it several times and it brings me joy every time. My original review: It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s fluffier than cotton candy… I read the whole thing in one sitting. I regret nothing.

Sticky Fingers by Bellamia

E | 53k | 13/13 | modern au, camboy Sero, virgin Shouto, lots of smut

I’ve reread this fic a couple times and it never disappoints. There’s a bit of angst later in the fic but it gets resolved quickly. There’s also a lot of smut and daddy kink so if that’s not your thing, maybe try a different fic on the list.

Want To Ruin Christmas? by kerosenecrushh

T | 7k | one shot | modern au, college au, fake dating, pure fluff, gay panic

Full disclosure, this is my fic. I just finished writing it today! Features Sero and Shouto fake-dating for Christmas to piss off Enji.

Five times Hanta wore what he wanted and one time he wore what Shouto wanted by cat_and_dog_by_txt_is_literally_iconic

E | 18k | 6/6 | crossdressing, 5+1 things, smut, light angst (about the crossdressing)

Very well-written Hanta-centric fic. I love that top Todoroki is implied since I hardly ever see that with this ship. My only gripe is that they never got to actual penetrative sex even though it was hinted at a few times, but other than that the fic was incredible. In particular, the reactions from other characters about Hanta wearing more “feminine” clothes were really realistic and captured the range of responses other than “boys don’t wear that!!!!!!” His internal conflict was really well-done too— even though he never got the negative response he was always bracing himself for (to the best of my memory), I like that those insecurities that society as a whole gave him were still present. All around amazing fic, highly recommend.

4 A.M. and You’re Smokin’ Hot by octobot

E | 5k | one shot | modern au, bad cooking, they’re neighbors, smut

Can confirm, burnt kale chips are sent directly from hell itself. This was adorable, awkward, and hot all in one.

talk dirty to me by arxaris

E | 10k | one shot | dirty talk, smut, humor and smut

Todoroki playing dumb for sexy reasons is so genius of him ong. I keep rereading this, send help.

Ice Cold by kerosenecrushh

E | 3k | one shot | kinktober, temperature play, blindfolds, switching, smut

Another one of mine! I wrote this for Kinktober with the premise of temperature play. Takes place post sports festival.

like a good neighbor by arxaris

E | 60k | 7/? | phone sex operator au, lots of smut, humor, dumbass gays (affectionate)

Although it’s incomplete, this fic is so cute and sexy. I was screaming at my phone so many times while reading it. Dumbass x dumbass slow burn <3

Manga and Chill by kerosenecrushh

M | 2k | one shot | shotgunning, making out, miscommunication for humor purposes, almost smut but not quite

I wrote this one too! Features an invitation to “manga and chill” and a pining Shouto who doesn’t pick up on the hint

Send Nudes by arxaris

E | 12k | one shot | chatfic, sexting, humor, fluff, smut

Ah, the fic that got me into Seroroki. My original review: Stayed up until like 5 am reading this, giggling and kicking my feet the whole time. I’m not usually a fan of chatfics, but man. This one was adorable.

#fic rec #fic rec list #seroroki #sero x todoroki #smut #fluff #humor

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confused-red-head · 2 years ago

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These Curses We Bear

Chapter 2 - Butterflies

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

Masterlist

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, minor self harm (skin picking), pro hero au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers, etc.

"What do you mean Shouto is in my bathroom?! Why is he here?! Shinsou, you better start explaining what the hell is going on!"

You whispered harshly with your shoulders scrunched up to the underground hero, dropping your bags on the edge of the kitchen counter. Shinsou moved his hands from his face as he shifted in his seat. His eyes looked everywhere, but where you stood.

"I technically shouldn't even be telling you this… but we were working on an undercover case involving some drug dealings in the area." He sighed, the bags under his eyes seemingly even more prominent.

You took this time to stiffly make your way into the kitchen, your narrowed eyes still pinned onto Shinsou.

"It was supposed to be kept under wraps. Todoroki was the one who contacted me for help. He believed there was a connection to a previous incident that he dealt with and he needed someone with more experience in this field." He continued as you gathered two cups and a tea container, bringing them to the counter. You placed the tea bags into the cups and poured the hot water from your dispenser.

"Of course, he insisted on coming as backup. No one was supposed to know except us and a few informants. Then… shit hit the fan." Shinsou went silent, still slumped in his seat. The look in his eyes made it look as if the stress from tonight alone took a few years off his life.

It was unnerving to see your usually snarky and straightforward friend beat around the bush so much.

"Shinsou, what happened?"

Your voice and eyes softened at the fact he looked so distressed. There was still a sharpness there, emphasizing that you wanted answers. Then his exhausted eyes finally met your's.

And a part of you wished they didn't.

"He found a body." Frustration and failure swirled in his contact covered irises.

You were silent. Frozen in shock. Your eyes locked onto him as if staring at him would somehow pry the information out of him faster.

"He was supposed to wait in the van. He heard a scream and went to investigate. That's when he found the body… and so did an officer on patrol. He wasn't wearing a full disguise so the officer recognized him. Officer dumbass immediately called for backup and decided to fire first before asking questions." His sweaty hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched into fists.

You leaned onto the kitchen countertop in your disbelief, your forefinger pressed to your mouth. Did you accidently collapse from exhaustion in the street coming home? This seems all too surreal.

"And knowing the police chief here… he doesn't trust heroes as far as he can throw them. The number three hero is now a wanted criminal… the headlines will be everywhere by morning." You added in a breathy mumble, still trying to fully understand that this was your reality.

Shinsou only nodded solemnly.

"... What else is there?..." You knew there was something he hadn't told you.

"He described the body to me… He said it looked like she drowned in nothing. Her skin was blue and water poured from her mouth. Yet her lips were severely chapped and in certain areas the skin cracked , there was nothing around that she could have drowned in. The area around her was bone dry and there was no sign of struggle…"

A cold chill shot down your back.

You heard this before. You've obsessively read over reports with similar autopsy descriptions. Now you really couldn't believe the situation you found yourself in.

"They're back… after ten years of silence and all of a sudden they're back…" your jaw clenches as your gut fills with a mix of emotions; anger, frustration, sadness… dread.

Shinsou stood quickly, taking large strides to the other side of the kitchen counter.

"We don't know that…" he spoke firmly, silently begging you not to jump to conclusions.

"How can you say that when you know just as well as I do that this method of murder is unique to one person…" you bit back.

Shinsou pursed his lips with a stubborn look in his eyes.

"I don't think you should look into this case… but I also know you are the best bet we have to solve this, whether it is them or a copycat killer."

You smugly took a sip of your tea as a smirk grew on your lips, "You're stupid if you think there was even a chance in hell I wouldn't be working this case."

The corner of Shinsou's lips perked as he chuffed and took his own tea in hand, "I wouldn't have told you if I knew you were going to work on this alone…"

You paused as he took a sip of his own tea. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! Was he planning on working on this case with you? You didn't have anything against that. You've worked well with him before, but you had a feeling he wasn't talking about himself.

"You're not the only stubborn, little shit that's interested in this case." He nodded his head toward your bathroom door.

"No…" Your brows furrowed in defiance as you stood straight.

"Yes." A satisfied smirk grew on Shinsou's face.

"People are going to be crawling over the entire city for this guy and you want me to work this case with him?!" You set your cup down much harder than you had intended as Shinsou continued to casually drink from his own, having visibly relaxed since he first entered.

"Well then I suggest you better get him a good disguise and hope your make-up skills are up to par." He challenged looking lazily at you through his tired, half lidded eyes, finally coming down from the adrenaline high with the help of the tea.

"Right…" You gave him the most deadpan look you could possibly conjure.

"Don't worry too much about it, you can use the emergency supplies I hid here." Shinsou swirled his cup as if what he just said was the most casual thing in the world.

"You hid shit in my house?! When did you even have time to do this?! Shinsou, what the fuck?" Your face scrunched in frustration at the fact he used your home as some sort of storage.

He just nonchalantly shrugged as he set down his cup and leaned away from the counter, "I'm an underground hero. I can never be too prepared and tonight was a perfect example of that."

You followed as he strode over to the living room coffee table and swiftly tugged it from its usual spot to reveal a storage hatch.

You looked up from the hatch and back at Shinsou. He smirked at your perplexed expression, "...You forgot this was even here didn't you?"

"Shut up…" You crossed your arms in a small act of defiance.

He only chuckled when he unlocked the hatch to reveal a large duffle bag as well as emergency disaster supplies. He tugged the duffle bag out of its place in storage space and plopped it onto your couch.

"It's honestly shocking how perceptive yet oblivious you are. I even left some disaster supplies for you in case of an emergency."

"Awww, you do care." You teasingly drawled out.

Rolling his eyes, Shinsou closed the hatch and returned the coffee table to its rightful place. You turned your attention to the bathroom door again.

"So… there's really no getting rid of him?" You perched your hands on your hips, looking up at him with a pleading look.

"He may look level-headed and stoic, but once he has his sights on something, he's one stubborn bastard." He shook his head.

You groaned, this is going to be a hell of a lot harder than you could have ever imagined. You may have dreamed of getting a chance to find this murderer once and for all, but never having to babysit the framed number three hero while doing so.

"...This better go well or I'm haunting your ass.", You folded your arms and glared at Shinsou who only looked smug as it became clear he got you to fold.

"I expect nothing less." He gave you a small half-smile.

You planted your hand to your hips, and looked at him more directly, "Well, since I'm gonna be busy solving this case and babysitting, what's your plan?"

He shoved his hand into his pockets as he sat on the arm of your couch.

"As far as the police know, Shouto was the only one there and I was miles away from here. I'm going to continue keeping an eye out for any drug dealing activity. I'll also find a way to get any new case information to you. He should have a burner phone on him, just text if you need anything."

"Thinking you're going to infiltrate the police station are you?" You quirked a brow at him with a knowing look.

"Are you sure your quirk isn't telepathy?" He rolled his eyes at you.

"Are you sure your quirk isn't 'Smart Mouth'?" You shot back.

Shinsou tilted his head with a smug grin,"Is that the best comeback you have, Nancy Drew?"

"Shut up. It's late and I'm tired." Your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Fine. Fine. I'll get out of your hair. I'll see you when I see you." He stood and made his way to the balcony parallel to the living room. He slid open the door and turned to some pipes bolted to the building. You watched on from the balcony door as he gave you a playful salute and climbed down the pipes, descending into the alleyway below.

You stood in the balcony door for a moment before retreating back into your apartment. A heavy sigh was ripped from you as the weight of the situation finally seemed to sink in.

You were so fucked.

"I'm okay. This is fine. You can deal with this. You deal with bullshit everyday. This will be nothing. Most of the police around here are stupid anyway."

You mumbled away, wandering over to your bathroom door, figuring you should at least introduce yourself to your unexpected guest. After knocking on the door you introduced yourself, resting your hand on the doorknob.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah. Come in.", his low voice resonated from the otherside of the door.

You turned the knob and opened the door to find Todoroki, sweat-soaked hair falling messily from his ponytail, with the top half of his hero suit unzipped, hanging from his waist, and his undershirt ripped to reveal his bare chest. He winced slightly as he used a cloth to dab at a wound on his side.

Oh. You were SO fucked.

You immediately averted your eyes to the floor, now noticing a few drops of blood that had fallen to the ground.

"Ah… Sorry. I wasn't expecting… that.", You glanced up quickly and made a quick swooping gesture at his person, clicking your tongue, "Then again I wasn't expecting a lot of things tonight yet they happened anyway."

"Sorry. I should have warned you." He leaned, propping himself with one hand using your sink countertop.

"About which part? You, half-naked and bleeding in my bathroom or you and Shinsou breaking into my apartment?"

Todoroki looked away as he pursed his lips and his bi-colored brows furrowed in a clear look of guilt. How this grown ass man managed to look like a kicked puppy was beyond you.

"Sorry… I…", you pinched your nose with a sigh and looked up at him, "I'm sorry… It's been a long night… for both of us. Just… if that wound isn't too bad, go ahead and take a shower. There's towels and a med kit in the cabinet. I'll get you some clothes to wear. If you need help with anything, just call. We can talk after."

His eyes flicked back to you as he graciously nodded.

"Thank you." He breathed out along with a sigh.

You gave him a quick nod in return as you turned and left the bathroom wondering which higher being you could have possibly pissed off for you to deserve this strange form of punishment.

Luckily, Todoroki's wound was just a graze from a bullet. Simply a flesh wound and was easily patched up. He did end up needing some assistance wrapping up the bandage, in which you did everything in your power not to touch him too directly. Now, he sat at your dining table nursing his own cup of tea, hair tied back once again and dressed in a black v-neck and sweatpants.

"So," you start as you sit down across from him after refreshing your own cup of tea, "I know for a fact that you heard our conversation earlier. These walls are thin. But right now I just want to know what Shinsou told you about me, because if you're going to be staying here there's things you're going to need to know about me. Plus, I think it would be kind of unfair since I know more about you than you do of me since well… you're famous and all."

He seemed to take a moment to consider your reasoning and nodded.

"Shinsou hadn't said too much. Mainly, you were reliable and could be trusted. He also made a comment about having a very peculiar quirk. His words, not mine."

You internally cringe as you roll your eyes. Of course he would leave you to suffer explaining your quirk. Reactions varied, but it was usually a fifty-fifty chance between immediate skepticism or over-enthusiastic belief. Both sides were irritating to deal with in their own ways. One thought you were insane and the other thought you were a tool to be used.

"Right. Well. How should I explain this?... I can see auras, residual energy, and… spirits."

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh." His exclamation almost came out as a whisper.

He was silent as his forefinger rested on his lips, seemingly lost in thought. You waited for a reaction. Any reaction. You purse your lips and tapped your fingers on the table.

"This… is usually when people start bombarding me with questions or call me insane." You drawled out, cautiously trying to gauge his reaction.

Todoroki's train of thought was cut short at your statement.

"People have accused you of being insane?" The way he sounded concerned almost caught off guard but you quickly shook it off.

You shrugged, "Well, I can't really blame them. I thought I was crazy too when I first manifested my quirk. I thought there was something wrong with me when I saw transparent people everywhere and a shadow figure staring at me through my window every night, trying to convince me to play outside."

"That… must have been terrifying for you." He said with what you couldn't quite tell was pity or sympathy as his hand tightened slightly over the cup in his hand.

You lazily shrugged again as you leaned back in your chair to fold your arms over your chest, "Eh, I got used to it. It got easier when it was confirmed to be a part of my quirk. Turns out it was something that came from my mother's side. She couldn't see spirits, but my grandmother could. The biggest difference being the fact I have no choice over whether I see them or not. I don't have a 'veil', as they call it. A separation between the world of the living and the dead. After that, I was sent to live with my grandmother until I went to Junior High."

"They sent you away?" Todoroki's brows furrowed, looking disturbed at the thought as he crossed his arms.

"Ah! Well… when you say it like that it sounds really harsh. Though, it's true my parents really didn't know the first thing about spirits and kind of dumped me on my grandmother. It was either stay with her to learn to cope with my quirk… or potentially be on suppressors for the rest of my life. I like to think they chose the lesser of two evils. It's not like I never saw my family. In fact, my older sister practically lived with us too when she was going to high school in the area. My parents would at least call once a week if they couldn't visit. Plus, my grandmother was and still is a wonderful woman. So it wasn't so bad.", your voice softened when you spoke about your family, more specifically grandmother as memories of your time at her house boiled to the surface.

"Though, I do often wonder what my life may have been like if they decided to just put me on quirk suppressors. I definitely wouldn't have found myself in our current situation," You chuckled a bit, but it came out as a bit hollow and fake with your dimming smile.

Looking back at Todoroki, you noticed a somewhat distant look in his eyes. He was taking this pretty well so far. He even zoned in on facts of your story that nobody ever seemed to notice or care for. Yet, here he was looking potentially even more distraught than when he was bleeding.

"Uh… H-hey. Todoroki? I know it wasn't the most ideal childhood, but it's all in the past now so don't worry about it if that's what you're thinking."

This seemed to finally snap him out of his thoughts and his heterochromatic eyes met yours. A shiver ran down your spine at an intensity simmering just under the surface.

"...I must apologize again for breaking in. You seemed… already distraught when you arrived."

"No, I…," you sighed, "I admit the comment earlier was unnecessary. Although, I think I reserve the right to be a little miffed after having my home broken into, especially in our very unique situation, that doesn't mean I should act like a bitch the whole time if we will be working together."

Todoroki shook his head, "As someone who often works with Dynamight, I know a thing or two about 'Acting like a Bitch'. You were only reacting as anyone would. In fact, I'd argue you were quite graceful with your reaction to two men breaking into your home."

"Wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last.", You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the unfortunately true statement.

Todoroki's brows furrowed in concern again, but seemed to dismiss it for another thought he deemed more important.

"If you don't mind me asking, where were you before arriving home? What were you doing so late?" Todoroki leaned on his elbows on the table, his cup empty of tea and discarded to the side.

"Ah, I don't mind. Even the detective needs an alibi. For all you know I could be the killer. Now, that would be a real plot twist... Anyway, I was called by a Mr. Masuda around 10:30 pm tonight. He told me about the strange happenings going on in his ice cream shop. They've been having customers feeling sick, light-headed, and even faint in their shop, but found nothing that could logically explain the sudden incidents. It was clear that this was costing them severely and Mr. Masuda called me as a last resort. Admittedly, a wise choice since there really was a spirit haunting the shop and I was able to appease it."

He nodded, but continued digging for info, "Was there something about this case that made you upset?"

You felt yourself stiffen. How the hell was this guy able to pinpoint shit like this? Then again, you shouldn't underestimate the number three hero like this.

You pursed your lips and looked down to pick at your nails, "Yeah. If I'm honest, I'm surprised you caught onto that…"

Todoroki leaned further in, slightly tilting his head as if he was trying to catch my eyes again.

"May I ask what happened?" His smooth voice spoke softly.

You were silent, contemplating telling the truth. You had to remind yourself that this wasn't something you needed to hide and if you wanted the case to go well, you needed to be as honest as possible.

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

"The spirit… She was a young girl. Six years old, if I had to guess…", you willed yourself to remain neutral as possible, "I can only guess she died recently since she was familiar with Mr. Masuda and another employee. She said her name was Chihoko Konuma and, from what I could tell with the information she gave me, she passed away in the hospital from a lung issue. Her final wish was for her mother to be happy, thus she was attached to the place where she must have had her happiest memories with her mother…"

You roughly picked at a hangnail on your forefinger, "I told her that what would make her mother happiest now was for her to no longer be in pain…She was a smart girl. She even understood her situation to a point… to look a bright, young girl in the eye and confirm that her life has been snuffed out far too soon… it's a difficult thing to do."

A large, slender hand cupped over your own. All of a sudden, you remembered where you were and who you were with. You sucked in a breath and cleared your throat. As you gently pulled your hands away from his, you noticed your forefinger had started to bleed from the nervous picking.

Shit.

"Right. I think that's enough questions today.", you quickly stood up from your seat and swerved around the table, speeding to your bedroom.

"The guestroom is there, just left of the bathroom. Goodnight."

You slid the door closed before Todoroki could even reply and flopped onto your bed. Stuffing a pillow to your face, you let out the most agonized groan in an attempt to ease your embarrassment. You knew sleep wouldn't come easy tonight, not with everything that happened.

For a while you laid awake, watching as a singular white butterfly perched itself on one of the potted plants you placed out on your personal balcony. Yet, the sight seemed to help ease you into a dreamless slumber.

Your busied mind finally finding respite. You no longer cared for your grief, your embarrassment, or your frustration. You couldn't find yourself to care that you hadn't asked him some questions like you had intended, nor could you find yourself to care for how pleasant his hand felt on yours. You only thought one thing as you fell asleep.

'She always did love butterflies.'

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explodcor · 5 months ago

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Anonymous said: Someone kidnapped Todoroki, how does your muse react to a picture of him unconscious and tied up? (Hope this isn't too angsty <3)

Katsuki was fuckin' worried sick when Shouto hadn't returned any of his calls or texts. He hadn't even been left on read. He'd returned back to Endeavor's Agency after his patrol shift, but Shouto was nowhere to be found.

Then, he received a text from an anonymous number. He impulsively went to delete it but paused when he saw that a photo attachment was sent along with the text. He felt his guts twist into knots as he went to open the message.

Nothing could prepare him for what he saw. The photo showed Shouto slumped over and tied to a chair. There were Quirk suppressant cuffs over his boyfriend's wrists. Along with this was a message that read: "If you want him to live, come alone with 500,000,000 Yen." Alongside this was coordinates to their location.

Katsuki's face paled white as a ghost, and his eyes went wide.

Though, as panicked as he suddenly felt, nothing could overpower the unbridled rage that quickly rose within his chest.

"Who do these fuckers think they are?!" he growled.

His legs were already moving for the front doors. "Burnin'!" he yelled over to the side-kick. "Tell Endeavor his son got kidnapped! I'm gonna go kill these dumbass fucks!"

"Hahh?!" The side-kick gawked at him. "If that's true, you can't just barge in there by yourself! It's too dangerous!"

"Don't care who you send to cover me, but I'm not waiting around here for his permission to go after Shouto!" Katsuki snapped back with a scowl. He hurriedly sent Burnin' and Endeavor a copy of the coordinates. "I just sent over the location of these assholes!"

A sudden feral grin spread across his face as he continued rushing for the door. "I'M GONNA MAKE THESE FUCKERS REGRET EVER KNOWING MY NAME!"

#Katsuki replies #there's about to be some very dead villains #or at least villains getting their asses kicked #anonymous

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pansexualkiba · 1 year ago

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Hi If I may ask could you take this small idea for me.

All for one shows up just as bakugo comes back alive Izuku realizing something doesn’t reach to grab bakugo hand but runs to embrace All for one. From Izuku side he has woken up his own version of AFO and Comes up with the selfless plan to hug All for one (Who is pretty frozen that his kid is hugging him but in return feels quirks being taken and pulling one for all away) and take a few of his quirks until he feels his body has taken enough but slowly start crack down and AFtomura isn’t having it (more so he is lost a what to-do)

This is all I have I can’t think of anymore I’d like you to make something of it for me please and thanks -🍪 cookie for your troubles

This may not be exactly what you wanted but this is what I was able to come up with - I'm not used to doing requests, haha ^^; @doubleheaded-angel

"Your final boss..." Bakugou grinned manically. "IS ME! DUMBASS!"

"You..." All for One growled. "I thought I'd seen the last of that stupid little mongrel who stole my baby brother from me-"

"WAIT!"

All for One, Bakugou, and All Might's prone maybe-corpse all froze and turned towards the sound. It was......... Midoriya Izuku!

"DEKU?!" Bakugou shouted. "WHEN DID- Fucking, GO TAKE CARE OF SHIGARAKI, I'M STEPPING IN LIKE WE AGREED!"

"Young Midoriya!" All Might coughed out, "You need to prioritize-"

"So." All for One coolly interrupted All Might, "One for All has come to return to me once more-"

"I am here!" Midoriya completely bulldozed over All for One, "And I'm going to do one thing!"

Midoriya sped towards the battlefield.

"I'M GOING TO HUG MY DAD!" Midoriya declared manically.

"HAAH?!" Bakugou's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Y-Young Midoriya!" All Might protested. "Not that I do not appreciate your concern, but there is a time and a place, and besides, I haven't even talked to your mother about such things-"

Midoriya tackle-hugged All for One, who was frozen in disbelief.

"Ah." All Might grimaced. Blood began pouring out of his mouth. "I see."

"THAT L.E.D. SON OF A BITCH IS YOUR DEADBEAT DAD?!" Bakugou demanded.

"All for One has a son?!" Edgeshot reacted in shock.

"Why are you still here?" Bakugou wondered.

All for One... No, Hisashi slowly began to return Midoriya's embrace. "How did... You know? Izukkun?"

"You look exactly how you do in that wedding photo mom tried to shred in the garbage disposal." Midoriya explained.

"Ah." Hisashi grimaced. "That wouldn't happen to be the one from the photo album I treated with Teflon Spray x2, Induced Impenetrability, and Flameproof Object x3, would it?"

"The one with the green cover."

"Yeah, that's the one. She was that mad?"

"You vanished without even paying child support." Midoriya explained blithely. "Anyone'd be mad. Kacchan doesn't call you a deadbeat for nothing."

"AND I'M RIGHT."

They didn't acknowledge Bakugou. Instead, father and son stood there, embracing for what felt like an eternity. The fighting had drawn to a complete halt, as everyone slowly became uncomfortable with this ridiculously private family moment.

Kilometers away, Todoroki Shouto's eyes snapped open.

"Shouto?!" Fuyumi startled.

"Fuyumi-nee." Shouto wheezed. "Something is horribly wrong."

Back with the Midoriyas, Hisashi made to let go of his son, perhaps to ask politely for One for All, but Izuku did not let go. "Um, Izukkun?"

Midoriya began to clutch harder.

Hisashi felt something in him jump. This was not a good thing, as what had jumped was Hair Manipulation Quirk number twelve.

"Izukkun?" Hisashi asked again, a bit more panicked.

Another Quirk, Flame Feet number four. Then Spider Thread number six. Then Spearlike Bones, then Pinkie Promise, then Noise, then Search - all of Hisashi's stockpiled Quirks had begun to revolt within him.

"What is this?!" Hisashi, no, All for One demanded. "What are you doing, Midoriya Izuku?!"

"When you gave Stamina Stockpile to Uncle Yoichi," Midoriya muttered, "You didn't check to see if he had another Quirk. Inheritance fused with Stockpile to create One for All, and that's what I've now inherited from All Might."

All for One's breath caught in his throat - or perhaps that was Prehensile Tongue Quirk number two.

"It looks like," Midoriya continued, slowly gaining confidence, "You should have checked yourself to see if I had a Quirk or not instead of relying on reports from your doctor. Because now that One for All has been passed on to me, it's fused with the actual Quirk I had this whole time."

Midoriya's head snapped upwards to stare his mortified father in the face.

"Tell me!" Midoriya grinned rebelliously, "What kind of Quirk would be born from an Attraction Quirk and a Quirk to take other Quirks!"

All for One immediately began to cycle through possibilities, coming up with two most likely candidates. Foremost, a long-range version of his own was certainly on the table, but then his own son wouldn't be latched onto him like a limpet if that was the case. But the other idea was a Quirk that attracted other Quirks, but didn't keep them. An infinitely weaker variation of his own-

Just like Inheritance had been.

"One for All: Quirk Attraction!" Midoriya declared, proving All for One correct. "Sorry, dad, but consider this child support!"

"You-" All for One grimaced as blood began to mingle with his saliva. He could feel the Quirks leave his body, absorbed into his son's own stockpile. "You insolent brat!"

"That's no way to talk to your son." All Might chuckled from his position on the ground. "What would Inko think?"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY WIFE, ALL MIGHT!" All for One screamed, but his body slowly began to shrivel like a juice pouch as several vitality-based Quirks left him at once. I need to escape! All for One realized. What my foolish progeny has yet to realize is I still have my Mental Ejection Quirk! Times five! Backup, here I come!

Shigaraki startled as All for One entered his brain. "Aw, fuck, I thought I got rid of you." Shigaraki grumbled.

"Wait, hold on," Hisamura frowned. "Why are you here?"

"Our son." Hisashi explained. "That's twice now we've failed to account for our most precious having some invisible Quirk."

"Ah," Hisamura grimaced. "Well, in that event, you are more than welcome to help me eliminate what yet remains of Young Tomura's mind."

"Yeah, no." Shigaraki grimaced. "I'm still going to evict both of you. In fact..." Shigaraki manifested in his brain space and kicked Hisamura into Hisashi, effectively merging the two into one being. "There, that's less confusing."

"Foolish Tomura." All for One grinned. "Don't you realize th- Hrk- What?"

All for One's stomach began to cave in, and then hundreds of hands reached out of the darkness of Shigaraki's mind and grasped at All for One.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" All for One demanded.

"It was my final request for Iguchi." Shigaraki smirked. "In the event of my body getting somehow possessed, I wanted him to spike my pre-pep rally energy drink with that weird hippie tea that makes your third eye prolapse or whatever." Shigaraki became concerned. "I hope he's doing alright..."

"WHY?!" All for One seethed as the hands slowly began to break him apart.

Shigaraki shrugged.

"THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT KIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS-" All for One screeched as he was pulled into the vortex of Midoriya's own version of All for One, having effectively been created by the fusion of One for All and an unrelated, incredibly weak Quirk.

All for One, in the real world, slumped over, dead.

Midoriya huffed and puffed. "Now..." Midoriya heaved, "Now All Might's my dad... You goddamn son of a bitch..."

Kilometers away, Todoroki Shouto closed his eyes. "I am now at peace. Take me home, Touya-nii."

"SHOUTO! NO!" Natsuo begged, "DON'T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT!"

#mha #bnha #doubleheaded-angel #Midoriya Izuku #All for One #Midoriya Hisashi #Dad for One #All for Son #All Might #Shigaraki Tomura #Bakugou Katsuki #fic request #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers

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anyon-else · 1 year ago

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Desperate Measures (The Hunger Games pt. 7) | Keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. Waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader + Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Eri, Kota, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Shouto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyurozu, Ejiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido

Warnings | gn!pronouns, violence, weapons, cursing, descriptions of injuries

Word count | 4.3k

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Keigo woke up the morning before reaping day with an empty feeling in his chest.

While it wasn’t the first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, he couldn’t shake it as he began to go about his day. He left his house, but the empty feeling followed him out into the market. Usually, he left it at the door, and it was waiting for him when he arrived back at his house, swallowing him once again in solitude.

Today, it clung to him, leeching on his energy and leaving him feeling hollow. What was left was the uncomfortable press of deja vu, and the mental strain of grasping at memories that were just out of reach.

“Keigo, dear,” Chiyo smiled, folding her hand over her cane as he approached her stall. He gave her a nod, glancing over the her impressive collection of medicines and salves. Every day, she seemed to have gotten her hands on some new and remarkably effective medication. Keigo wouldn’t have been surprised if the old woman had black market connections. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for today?”

“Just some burn cream,” he smiled, accepting her outstretched hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh dear, is Touya having trouble again?”

“He’s just stubborn,” Keigo sighed. It had been a long time since Dabi’s burn scars had given him problems, but they’d been more irritated than usual recently, “I’ll convince him to use it, don’t worry.”

“You know I can’t help it, dear. That father of his...” she breathed in slowly, shaking the words away, “well, it’s none of my business. You just make sure he uses this.”

She pressed a generous jar of burn salve into his hands, shooing him away and greeting her next customer before he could ask what he owed her. He left the market reluctantly, not yet ready to return back home.

"Hawks!”

Keigo turned just in time to catch Eri as she jumped into his arms with a laugh. Kota was close behind her, smiling just as wide and grabbing Keigo’s arm.

“Hey there, kiddos,” he knelt down, a hand on each of their heads, “somethin’ exciting happen?”

Eri nodded silently, covering a giggle behind her hand. Kota leaned towards her, putting a finger to his lips with an even louder laugh. Both were peeking over their shoulders, glancing at each other and bursting into new fits of laughter each time.

“Eri! Kota! Run!”

Both squealed and whirled around when you came barreling towards them, smile widening when you spotted Keigo. You were laughing, barely catching yourself from falling as you turned a corner sharply.

“Hawks!” Eri yelled, pulling at his pant leg with a laugh, “come on! He’s gonna get us!”

“Who–”

“Let’s go!”

You grabbed his hand, barely slowing down to prepare him to be pulled into a run, followed closely by Eri and Kota. He glanced back at the corner you’d all come from and saw Dabi running at you at full speed. You followed his gaze and let out a dramatic gasp, ushering Eri and Kota around a near corner and dragging Keigo with you, putting a finger to your lips both to quite the kids and yourself. You were laughing between huffs for air, peeking around the corner and giving Eri and Kota a confident thumbs up.

“We lost him!” you whispered, and Keigo couldn’t help but huff at how you managed to make your whisper louder than your usual volume.

“There’s a backway, dumbass.”

Eri turned with a screech, grabbing Kota by the hand and pulling him behind Keigo.

“Hawks! He’s gonna get us!”

Keigo took a moment to look over Dabi. He was completely soaked, water dripping from his clothes and hair to form a puddle where he stood. You laughed at the sight of him, momentarily forgetting the chase.

“You look like a wet dog,” you told him between fits of laughter.

“Eri. Kota,” Dabi was doing his best to look menacing, but it was difficult when water was still dripping from his flattened hair and darkly stained clothes. “Whose idea was this?”

“It was Y/N’s idea!” Eri leaned against Keigo’s leg, pointing back at you with wide eyes. You gasped, backing away as Dabi marched towards you.

“Eri, you traitor!”

“Hawks will protect you!” Eri shouted confidently, pushing Hawks in front of you and running behind your legs, pulling Kota along with her.

“Oh, he will, will he?” Dabi asked with a raised brow. Keigo could see the smile that Dabi was fighting to keep from showing on his face, but he knew as well as you did that Dabi had a soft spot for Eri and Kota. Keigo made a show of blocking you and the kids behind him, backing against the wall and glaring at Dabi with a grin.

“That’s right,” he lifted his chin, eyes bright. He could feel his stress from this morning seeping away, almost forgotten now as he picked faced his friend, both him and Dabi fighting to contain smiles. You laughed behind Keigo, letting out a quiet “oh, sorry” when Eri hushed you.

Keigo was barely able to catch himself when Dabi tackled him, wrapping an arm around his torso and wrestling him to the ground. When both were on the ground, Kota jumped on Dabi’s back with a furious cry, pulling at his shirt until Dabi sat up and attempted to reach behind him. Kota let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a squeal and a laugh, jumping from his back and dashing to Keigo’s side.

“Nice assist, kiddo.”

Dabi stood and glared at Kota, though he had a smile on his face as he tried to get around Keigo to tackle you and Eri. Eri squealed, holding on to your shirt as Dabi grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, protecting yours and Eri’s heads from hitting the ground. He landed with the two of you on top of him, and you rolled slightly so all of your weight was pinning him down. His vision was blocked, but he could hear your and Dabi's loud laughter.

He realized with belated certainty that he was in a dream.

Everything about these moments–the joy, the laughter, the absence of fear–it was all a sign of the past. A sign that this was a memory.

The only thing that was foreign was the intensity of his deja vu, and now his recognition that this moment wasn't real. Well, not anymore. He was in the arena, cold and desperate and wrapped up in your arms. He looked at you–at this dream-version of you–that was suddenly looking back at him like you could see through his skin and bone and into his brain. Like you could read his thoughts like words on a page. He shuddered, uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze for the first time in his life.

He wanted to know how to escape. He wanted to know how to stay forever. He didn't know that he could have such an intense internal battle in his subconscious mind, but here it was: the urge to run and the urge to reach out and hold you and Dabi and Eri and Kota and never let go. They fought furiously, and Keigo looked between the four familiar figures that were all now staring at him with that unfamiliar expression. One that told him that he either needed to except the dream as his reality while he could, or wake up and leave the memory unchanged and untainted.

He decided to stay. Moving back into the space of the memory felt as easy as breathing. Suddenly, he was laughing again. Suddenly, he was free from the games. For just one night, he forgot his present and dove head-first into his past.

"Do you think we'll eventually be able to move somewhere new?"

Keigo had been caught off guard the first time you'd asked that question. Moving out of one's district was almost unheard of, and the rare cases of it happening were usually either related to the games, or a specific trade. He'd never heard of anyone leaving their district just because they felt like it.

Now, thought, he was used to the question. It was a familiar dream that you shared with him, and one that he found himself ruminating on often.

I live outside of District Eight. A life outside of Panem.

A life of freedom.

"If there's a way," Keigo took your hand, guiding you towards him until you were standing between his legs, "we'll figure it out."

"You're very sweet to indulge me," you teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding on and pressing you as close as he could. When you straightened, he buried his face in your stomach, sighing against your skin as you ran a hand gently through his hair. It had been a while since he'd cut it last, but he liked the feeling of you running your fingers through it now that it was longer.

"Do you think I deserve to leave?"

Your grip tightened on Keigo, and he closed his eyes when he felt you tug gently at his hair. The days before the Reaping always brought back unpleasant memories of his parents, of his father telling him that he should volunteer as tribute and either win and bring home some money, or die and quit being a burden on them.

It was the only thing they remembered his father saying to him before he was arrested for illegal distribution of pain medication. The charges were based on a tip that Keigo gave the peacekeepers.

On the day of his father's death one year later, he found his mother mother in their kitchen, a empty, unprescribed bottle of pain reliever clutched in her hand.

He hadn't been sorry about it then. He still couldn't find it in himself to grieve.

"You know the answer, Keigo," you told him softly, gentle with him even as you tugged at his hair to force him to meet your eyes, "you know you deserve better than this."

He shook his head, taking your hands and lacing his fingers through yours. They were beginning to tremble, and he tried in vain to still them before you noticed.

"I want to give you a big house," he whispered into your stomach, forehead pressing into your ribs, "and a nice garden. We can grow our own food. And Dabi can cook for us. Eri will take care of us when we're old and decrepit."

"You would trust Dabi in the kitchen?" you laughed, leaning over him when he pulled you forward, pulling you onto the bed until you were hovering over him, pressing his hands to the bed and leaning in to press your forehead to his.

"No," he grinned, "but we can teach him. He'll practice."

"Hm," you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I like this life you're planning for us. Sounds like we won't have to do anything."

"Mhm. Just laze around day after day."

"You know you'd get bored," another kiss to his cheek.

"Not with you there," he spoke lowly.

"Sounds like a peaceful life," another to his jaw.

"I think some peace would do us a lot of good."

"Yeah," you smiled, pressing your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, feeling like putty in your hands. "I'm sorry, Keigo."

"Hm?" he opened his eyes, though it was hard to do much else when you ran a hand gently through his hair, nails scraping over his scalp. "Why are you sorry."

"I wish we could stay here," you said, and he felt a twinge of discomfort. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. He knew this moment; it was as familiar to him as his own reflection, but this wasn't part of it.

"We can," he whispered.

"No, my love," you shook your head, pressing your forehead against his and taking a deep breath, "you have to wake up."

"No, I–"

"Win," you interrupted him, voice soft and so, so gentle. He wanted to scream. He wanted to stay, "come back to me."

Day six of the 74th annual Hunger Games

Keigo woke from his dream disoriented, squinting his eyes against harsh sunlight and covering his face with a dry, calloused hand. It was the cold shock if his palm on his cheek that reminded him of where he was. He felt the soft blanket he was wrapped in, as well as the shirt that he’d used as a pillow, but when he reached to the side he felt nothing but cold, hard concrete.

He rolled over, opening his eyes and scanning the empty spot where you’d fallen asleep next to him the night before. Your undershirt was still balled up as a makeshift pillow next to him, and the blanket that you'd shared was draped over around shoulders. Your space on the ground was just as cold as the rest of the concrete.

“If you don’t let me look at it, it’ll get infected,” he heard your voice not too far away, impatient and exasperated. “You were the one who grabbed the blade, idiot.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were holding it to my fuckin’ throat,” Bakugo growled. Keigo groaned, sitting up at the same time that Shouto told Bakugo to quit being difficult. His eyes were slow to adjust to the light, and his mind was even slower to shift from recalling his pleasant dream to understanding where he was. When he was finally able to comprehend the scene in front of him, he almost laughed.

You had apparently convinced Bakugo to let you dress the wound on his hand after seeing the condition it was in after three days of letting it sit unwashed and exposed. Bakugo was facing away from you, hand held out and scowl etched into his face, deep and clearly unhappy with his current position.

Midoriya was peeking over your shoulder, watching you melt snow between your hands to clean the wound.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"If you would sit still for more than two seconds, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad."

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bed if you had steadier hands!"

Bakugo watched you wrap the cut on his palm with the torn fabric from his shirt. Keigo was almost reminded of Kota, stubbornly refusing your help after he scraped his knee during a heated game of tag.

"Alright, just don't get dirt in it and you'll be fine."

"I was fine before," Bakugo grumbled, but he studied your work and flexing his hand carefully, turning his palm over and looking at the meticulous way you had wrapped and tied the cloth. Keigo couldn't help a smug smile; maybe Bakugo wasn't the rabid animal that he'd been during the interviews.

"Hey!" Midoriya perked up when he saw Keigo beginning to stand. "We decided that we should start moving today. Maybe see where the other tributes are."

"Really?" he furrowed his brows. He would've thought that waiting it out a while longer would be a better strategy; avoiding conflict until the other tributes had weeded each other out had been his plan—especially with Toga and Jin still running around with a grudge. He glanced at you, looking for confirmation. You just shrugged.

"They seem pretty set on it."

There was something about the scene in front of him that seemed so familiar. Maybe it was the fact that Shoto was sitting next to you that reminded him of home, but he couldn't help the nostalgia that rushed into him in waves. He'd been wanting to see the boy alive and well for so many years, for Dabi's sake as much as his own, but this wasn't how he'd wanted it to happen.

He hoped Enji was watching. He hoped he regretted it.

"Alright," he sighed, brushing the dirt from his hair and stretching with a quiet groan, "I don't see why not."

"Great," Midoriya jumped to his feet, moving towards the pile that the three boys had made of their supplies and shuffling through them, "since we all agree, we should head out."

You glanced at Keigo as the others followed Midoriya, collecting their things and putting on their layers. They sure are in a rush to get moving.

"We'll go this way," Midoriya said with finality, pointing towards a grouping of buildings to the north. You shrugged, and Bakugo grunted his assent.

Shouto fell into step with you and Keigo as you began following the others, staying silent as he listened to your chatter about the remaining tributes. Eventually you both fell into silence, and you took a moment to glance at Shoto.

He had certainly grown since you last saw him. His hair was longer, almost covering the upper part of his scar, and he was much taller—he had barely reached Keigo's height when he left. Now he had a couple of inches on him.

But he still looked like Shoto. He looked like the same kid who used to ask you and Keigo to help him drag Dabi to the park, and then rope all three of you into a game of hide and seek. The same kid who loved to ride on Keigo's shoulders and tell him to chase you and Dabi around like the captain of his own little ship.

But he didn't look as happy as before. He'd put on muscle training for the games, and you hadn't seen him smile once since you'd reunited.

You were worried about him.

"Congratulations."

You blinked, looking up and meeting Shoto's eyes once you'd broken out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"On the engagement," he clarified, nodding towards the ring on your finger. Your eyes widened, and you adjusted the jewel so that the stone was centered.

"Thank you," you said softly, glancing at Keigo. He was staring at the ground, a mixture of emotions on his face. He caught your eye and gave you a small, forced smile as he laced his fingers through yours.

"I remember when you bought that ring."

Keigo looked up, staring at Shoto with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I remember Touya telling me about it," Shouto shrugged, "you took him, right? To help you find it."

"I...yeah, I guess I did."

"He told me about it when he came home that night," Shouto said fondly. "He was really happy for you."

You pictured Keigo and Dabi looking through different rings, discussing your taste in jewelry and struggling to find the perfect one. You almost laughed imagining them arguing about it in the middle of the shop.

You missed Dabi. You missed your home.

"Is he...is my family okay?"

You tensed, and you saw Keigo stiffen beside you.

What went unsaid in that question was, is my father still hurting them?

"They're okay," Keigo responded, meeting Shouto's eyes and giving him a firm nod, "they're safe."

Shouto let out a long breath and nodded back, shoulders dropping as some of the tension drained from his shoulders.

"Hey! Bakugo!"

You and Keigo jumped back at the voice, and you grabbed Shoto's arm to drag him with you.

"Wait, it's–"

"Calm down, idiots," Bakugo grumbled when he saw your and Keigo's expressions. You both had hands on your weapons, and you probably looked ready to bolt at a moment's notice. You glared at Bakugo as he strode towards the voice, looking very unalarmed by the newcomer.

"It's fine," Shoto said to you and Keigo, "that's Kirishima. We know him."

You gave him a bewildered look, then glanced back at Keigo.

If Kirishima was their ally, then your group now made up half of the tributes. That meant that, once the others were gone, you'd have to fight it out amongst yourselves. You weren't exactly keen to go up against Bakugo and Midoriya, and from what you'd seen, Kirishima could handle himself well in a fight.

And Shoto...well, you hoped that he'd support you and Keigo if it came down to the six of you.

"Mina?" you heard Midoriya ask nervously, looking around for Kirishima's partner. You glanced behind you, knife still resting safely in your hand. Keigo didn't look very reassured by Shoto's claim of an alliance. He was probably thinking the same thing you were.

As far as strategies went, this one wasn't very practical. Large groups never worked well, even before the infighting started.

Their mentors must have told them that.

"Oh, she's just...she should be right behind me," Kirishima said, turning around to look for the pink-haired girl, "yo, Mina! Where'd you go?"

"Here!"

You saw her hair before you saw her face. It popped from behind a few bushes, curled on top of her head like she'd styled it carefully that morning. When she came into view, she had a wide smile on her face—in all honesty, the positivity practically radiating from her was very refreshing.

Seven. That was more than half of the remaining tributes.

"What happened?" Midoriya asked eagerly, reaching towards Mina and pulling her into a tight hug. The girl giggled, lifted her feet as Midoriya pulled her off of the ground.

"We'll tell you later," Kirishima said, finaly spotting you and Keigo beside Shoto, "what're they doing here?"

"They're with me," Shoto said, taking a subtle step in front of you.

It seemed unnecessary, as Kirishima accepted the answer with a shrug and turned back to Bakugo.

"And?" Bakugo asked impatiently. "The edge?"

"Oh, it hurts like hell, man. Almost killed me."

"Well why'd you touch it, dumbass?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't see it."

"I did!" Mina interjected, raising her hand happily, "and I tried to warn him, but he just ran right into it. I thought I was gonna hafta give 'im CPR, but he just popped right up after. The guy's indestructible, I swear."

"Don't tell him that, or he'll start doing stupid shit to see if he can take it."

Kirishima pouted, then let out a shout when Bakugo wrapped an arm around his neck and held him at his hip, laughing maniacally as Kirishima struggled.

They seemed...really close.

"They're our allies," Shoto said when he saw you and Keigo's bewildered expressions.

"Pretty big group you've got here, Sho."

"It's–"

"Ejiro, look out!"

The shout came at the same time that you heard a screech. You watched in near slow-motion as Mina's body hit the ground. There was an arrow sticking from her shoulder, and she groaned as Kirishima lifted her up to run her towards cover.

Bakugo and Midoriya were already racing towards the source of the arrow, and you and Keigo followed Shoto when he lifted his bow and pointed it in their general direction. He stalked forward, slow enough that he'd be able to stop and shoot at a shout from his allies.

"You're all idiots!" you heard someone shout, and you recognized the accent from the interviews. It was unmistakably someone from district one, which meant...

"Calm down, Momo."

The girl had come into view now, panting as she pointed an arrow at Midoriya. Shoto spoke calmly, as if he was taming a wild animal.

"No," Momo laughed, "no, this is not what the games are for. This isn't what we trained for! For years, we've known that we were going to go into this together, Shoto! Why are you throwing away your opportunity–"

"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo growled, taking a step forward and stopping when Midoriya held a hand in front of him, "you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Cameras, Momo," Shoto said, pointing at the general surrounding area and keeping his eyes locked on his partner's. She finally looked at him, then she locked eyes with you and Keigo.

"The couple, right?" she laughed, "they roped you into their little group too?"

You narrowed your eyes, watching the girl laugh again and glare back at Bakugo and Midoriya.

"This is fucked," she said, "you're all gonna die, you know. None of you are going to win."

"Jesus," Bakugo muttered, turning towards Shoto, "just kill her, Todoroki. She should already be dead."

"You can still join our group, Momo," Shoto said, just as stoic as always.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I thought...I thought we would be allies, but you just..."

Shoto looked moments from loosing his arrow. Like if she said the wrong word, he'd loosen his fingers.

Despite how frantic she seemed, Momo looked steadier than Shoto. Her stance was expert, and her eyes were narrowed in a way that screamed precision. If she had a target, she'd hit it. You could feel it in the way she stared at Shoto.

Then she moved, and the arrow was suddenly pointed towards Keigo.

"You're both idiots too, you know," she laughed. "It was cute and all, the whole 'engagement' thing. Smart. But it won't get you anywhere."

You took a step towards Keigo, but he blocked you. His eyes were hard as he stared Momo down.

"This game should be fair," she snapped, her gaze and her arrow back on Shoto, "and I won't let you drag those two down with you."

She was going to shoot Shoto.

You moved before Keigo could stop you, knocking Shoto to the ground as the arrow flew over both of your heads. It gave Bakugo the chance to leap towards Momo, knife at her neck and lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Are you okay?" you asked Shoto breathlessly, moving off of him and letting him sit up in a daze.

"Yeah," he sighed, "thanks."

"Todoroki!" Bakugo shouted from behind you, "if you don't tell me to stop in the next five seconds, I'm ending this!"

You saw the conflict in Shoto's head. You saw the pain pass through his gaze. Then it disappeared, and he turned towards the others.

"Kill her."

Momo's pleas for mercy were silenced, and the canon sounded above like it had been shot from the depths of hell.

Author's note | man it's been ages since i wrote for this series. i got a burst of inspiration and i'm hitting a lull with the kakashi series so i might pick them both up and post for them at the same time.

i hope everyone enjoys this chapter! i'm sorry for the slow updates. i love writing this series, as well as the kakashi series, but to be honest it's hard to stay motivated when i'm getting so little traction. if you're enjoying the story, please let me know! hearing from people really makes me so so happy, and knowing that people are actually reading what i write and getting something out of it is a huge motivator. anyways, thank you for reading!

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 4 months ago

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#AO3 Feed Link #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Bakugou Katsuki #Shouto Todoroki #R:T #W:V #A:Cyb3rXpvp #No Quirks AU #Werewolf AU

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poly-pan-0118 · 1 year ago

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CLARITY IN THE CLOUDS WC:1944

MDNI 🔞

All the back and forth teasing between you and Bakugou finally reaches an outcome, at 35,000 feet in the air.

You felt like a walking zombie as you waited to board the private jet back to Japan. You were on a team up mission in the US along with Bakugou, Deku and Todoroki. The language barrier was a bit of a hurdle but once you moved past that it was smooth sailing.

Bakugou, never one to cease amazing you, already knew a bit of English. Once getting back to the hotel after your first night you would hear him chiding everyone. "Told you dumbasses to take those ESL classes but nooo."

The mission, although it was pretty easy itself, consisted of late night stakeouts and early morning briefings. Lack of sleep had everyone on edge. Especially Mr. Grumpy who was tired of staying up past his nine pm bedtime.

You would tease him about needing his beauty sleep in which Todoroki chimed in, "Why would Bakugou need beauty rest? He has flawless skin. I bet it's really soft." This prompted Bakugou’s face to turn pink. "Sh-shut up you damn icy hot bastard."

This is why you absolutely adored Shouto. He had no filter, and the poor baby sometimes had no clue. Like him missing the way Izuku looked at him with jealous eyes as he talked about Bakugou’s skin.

You were just happy that you were one step closer to being able to sleep in your own bed finally. A couple more hours, you thought. You just need to survive the plane trip back if possible. You were stuck sitting next to Bakugou. Usually you wouldn't mind but he's been insufferable lately.

"Gods," you grumbled after hearing him bitch about the beef jerky you snacked on mid-flight. Do you know how much sodium those things have? "You need to get laid then sleep for like, I don't know, a week maybe." You finally snapped.

You turned to face out the window but it wasn't long before you heard his raspy voice behind you. "You've really been running that mouth lately." You felt his hot breath under your ear and it made you squirm. You turned back to face him and stuck out your tongue.

"Fuck." You heard Bakugou hiss. "Why don't you follow me to the bathroom and put that tongue to good use yeah?" He said, smirking. Now it was your turn for your face to turn pink. With wide eyes you smacked him on his rock hard chest. "You're awful. Shut up so I can go to sleep."

You turned back towards the window as you heard Bakugou laughing. You both would tease each other like this. Mina and Kaminari would always tell you two to get a room but what you and Bakugou had was nothing more than some playful bantering. Neither one of you ever thought of acting on what the other suggested. Not until tonight anyway.

You finally managed to drift off to slumberland only to be awakened by some rough turbulence. "Relax," Bakugou explained that the captain just announced they were flying through a storm and it should be over soon. "Why aren't you sleeping?" You asked him.

Tsk, "Like I could sleep with that damn nerd mumbling in his sleep." You looked across the aisle to see Midoriya fast asleep in his seat. His lips moving and every so often you'd hear him mumble some analytics. It was cute.

What was even more cute was watching how he seemed to calm down and actually stay quiet when Shouto pulled a blanket over him. Midoriya's head fell to the side and rested on Shouto's shoulder. Shouto would smile and lay his head on top of Midoriya's. Those two were hopelessly in love with each other.

Bakugou watched you shiver. Though he liked seeing the goosebumps raise on your smooth skin he stood up and grabbed a blanket from overhead. "Aww." You teased as he draped the blanket over you. "Quit being a pest." He mumbled.

You could feel the warmth from Bakugou’s hands as he wrapped you like a burrito and you longed for more of it. "You're really warm." You said as you cuddled up closer to him. Bakugou hummed, "You want me to keep you warm huh?"

It was a simple question that had you clenching your thighs. The more Bakugou teased you lately, the more you actually wanted him to act on it. Fuck, maybe you were the one needing to get laid.

You decided to be bold and move even closer as you nodded your head keeping a straight face. Bakugou stilled for a moment, as if trying to read your face. Were you telling him what he thought you were telling him?

His hand slipped under the blanket and you felt it on your thigh. The heat felt blistering. Or maybe it was because you wanted to feel him. He kept his eyes trained on yours waiting for you tell him to stop, but you never did.

In fact, you spread your legs even more, encouraging to let his hand explore. Bakugou squeezed your thigh and you quietly whimpered. It didn't hurt, you were just needy. "This what you want brat?" Bakugou whispered. His nose nudged your jawline.

You didn't answer but Bakugou continued anyway. Except for your breathing getting heavier you both stayed quiet. A million words were being said between both of your eyes as you stared at each other.

Was this something Bakugou’s been wanting too? Had all that teasing gotten him pent up and ready to explode? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his finger press against your clothed sex. You gasped as you watched Bakugou’s eyes flicker to your lips.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want this." He said as he started rubbing circles on the outside of your clit. You bit your lip. You knew he was holding back. Bakugou does nothing half ass and that includes sex.

It was driving you insane wanting to know what he was capable of doing. You wanted to touch him, to hear him, to taste him. "Please, I want more." You begged. And that's all it took. Bakugou’s mouth was on yours in a second. His tongue exploring yours, fighting for dominance.

His hand found its way down your pants and now teased your clit through your panties. You were thankful you wore some comfy sweats for the flight back. "You're so fucking wet. You're a needy slut aren't you?" Bakugou's voice sounded like rocks grinding against sandpaper.

You quickly nodded your head, not trusting your voice to stay quiet. He pulled your panties to the side and glided a finger along your soaked slit. "You gonna be my lil slut tonight, hmm?" He asked, then brought his finger to his mouth and tasted you.

You whispered a yes as you watched his eyes roll to the back of his head. You tasted fucking amazing and he wanted more. "Fuck that's right baby." He said immediately, plunging his finger in your tight cunt. "My slut. All mine."

"Ah," You gasped as you felt him quickly adding another finger. "Shhh," He hushed you, "don't want an audience do you?" Your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly at the thought. "You dirty fucking whore." Bakugou rasped as his thumb rubbed along your clit. "You want them to watch don't you? Want them to hear how needy you are?"

You gritted your teeth as you tried keeping your moans silent. Your legs were spread wide giving Bakugou all the room he needed. One hand held onto the armrest by the window. The other hand held onto his shirt as if scared that he'd float away.

"I have other ways to show people that you belong to me." He said then suddenly you felt his mouth on your neck. No doubt leaving marks for everyone to see later. You saw Shouto stir in his sleep and you clenched harder around Bakugou’s fingers. Maybe you do have a bit of an exhibitionist kink.

"Bakugou, I'm so close." You whined softly. "Katsuki." Bakugou growled against your neck. "Call me Katsuki when I'm making you cum." He pushed another finger in you and you started to grind on his hand. You felt the tightness build up. You were so close to letting it snap.

"Cum for me baby." Katsuki said, pulling his head away from your neck to get a good look at you. "I wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum." He thrust his hand faster and faster. His fingers curling upwards hitting that sweet spot and dragging against your tight pussy walls just right.

Loud squelching noises could be heard throughout the cabin and it's a wonder nobody woke up from the noise. "Katsuki!" You moaned. You had to slap your free hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud. "Mmm, that's it." Katsuki said smiling as he watched you cum around his fingers.

"You're fucking gorgeous you know that?" He continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm with his fingers till you had to push him away from being too sensitive. You sat trying to catch your breath watching him lick clean everyone of his fingers.

You looked down to see his hard on pushing against his pants. "What about you?" You asked as you eyed his bulge. You knew he was packing just from the outline. Katsuki grabbed your hand and placed it on his throbbing clothed dick. "You're gonna take responsibility for this now aren't ya?"

You desperately needed to taste him. You started to slide out of your seat but he stopped you. "Not here." He said looking back over his shoulder. He looked back at you with a smirk. "Wanna be a part of the mile high club?" You stifled a giggle as Katsuki pulled you out of your seat and towards the bathroom.

"Fuck, I thought they'd never leave." Midoriya said, breathing heavily. "Are you getting close love?" Shouto hummed. Midoriya moaned as he watched Shouto sink to his knees in front of him. His hand steadily pumping Japan's number one hero.

"I wanna taste you when you cum." Shouto said peering up into big emerald orbs.

By the time you had made it back to your seats it looked as if Midoriya and Shouto were just waking up. The captain came over the speaker announcing that you'd be landing soon.

As you walked through the airport terminal Shouto took notice of the purple mark left on your neck. He nonchalantly pulled your jacket up slightly to cover the mark, giving you a soft smile. You couldn't help but notice something as well.

"Shouto um," You tried not to smile but you were quite happy at the info you just deduced. "You have a bit of, um" You whispered as you pointed to the corner of your mouth telling him he has something on his.

Bakugou walked up just in time to see Shouto wipe away what was presumably remnants of Midoriya's cum. "Finally." The blonde said, rolling his eyes. He too has been waiting for the two idiots to finally hook up.

"I could say the same about you Kacchan." Midoriya says waking up beside Shouto. Katsuki blushes then asks if you wanna come over for dinner tonight. "I'm cooking." He says with a grin knowing his cooking is the shit.

At first you are shocked. You thought this was gonna be a one time thing but you're glad it seems to be something else. What it is you don't know yet. But you can tell by the way Katsuki is looking at you that he wants more. Whether it's friends with benefits or an actual relationship, only time will tell. And you're more than happy to divulge in either prospect.

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searenbound · 2 years ago

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Oh it’s Shouto’s turn with my obsessive brain cell today it looks like!

Do y’all want some secret himbo agenda from me today? Well you’re gonna get it!

We’re working with the himbo rules: kind of heart dumb of ass, handsome, respectful of women

Shouto is very kind to his friends and while smart, this does not negate his social obliviousness and dumbass behaviors such as following Midoriya into danger because if bestie’s fighting THEY are fighting TOGETHER. Thems the rules.

Handsome doesn’t need defending, look at him. He’s perfect.

The only argument I need for respectful, is that he had the chance to sneak a peak at Yaomomo and kept his eyes glued the other way. He also has a big sister and most guys with older sisters that I know are pretty respectful to women so there’s that

Now that I’ve explained my thoughts, here’s some head canons.

He doesn’t immediately know if you’re flirting with him.

He thinks you’re just being nice and you’re the touchy-feely type.

Pretty boy has no clue that playing with his hair while you praise him is you flirting with him so you have to be very straightforward and tell how you feel.

Or if you want to fluster him just start talking about how handsome he is and how your babies would probably be pretty like their daddy. It’ll take him a little bit but he’ll get it.

This one is actually canon, but Todoroki will often just do whatever is asked of him.

If you tell him you like a certain thing and really want it, he’ll often interpret this as you asking him to get it for you and buy it as a nice little gift.

He doesn’t get why you’re surprised but he doesn’t question it because he gets thank you kisses and he really likes those

That’s it for now but feel free to ask me more about it

#bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #todoroki headcanons #himbo rights #shouto is a himbo #pretty petra #my ‘secret himbo todoroki’ agenda

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Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 18

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge. They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

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“Holy crap,” Izumi stared at the screen. “We just tied?! We just did that?!” she couldn’t believe it. She’d almost beat Todoroki, who had such a powerful Quirk. They tied because both fainted.

She helped Todoroki; she helped him learn how to use his fire. It made her feel good. Heroic, brave. She couldn’t help her cheerful laughter as Tomoe cheered while Shouta shook his head with a smile and Hizashi whooped.

She had done it.

Around Japan, people cheered for both competitors. They had a fantastic fight, and while both tied, they’d also showed skill beyond most their age. It was amazing.

Endeavour smiled at the screen, proud his masterpiece had managed what he did, though he was furious that it was a tie. Perhaps when Shouto beat Midoriya in the tiebreaker-

His office door opened, and Nara, his Hero Commission friend, entered the room.

“Nara?” Endeavour asked, confused. The man looked at him apologetically as a few other agents entered.

“Todoroki Enji?” Nara began, still looking apologetic, though his voice had a cut of anger. He was angry, angry at Endeavour for ruining their plans! The stupid screen had tripped them up, but damn it, Nara had been banking on Endeavour training up his son to be a perfect number two. Another rivalry, just like the one with All Might and Endeavour, but between Hawks and the Shouto kid! It would have been fantastic, a true story for the ages, but NO. Endeavour had to be caught overtraining his kid and smacking his wife. Nara just hoped they could come up with some excuse. The woman falling and hitting her face against Endeavour’s hand? No, no, only a dumbass would believe that. “Your hero license has been temporarily revoked, and your custody over Todoroki Shouto and Todoroki Rei has been removed until an investigation is carried out.”

“What?!” Endeavour stood up but stopped as one of the agents stepped forward, a blue shield appearing to protect the others. They thought… they thought he would hurt them? How…

Todoroki Enji sat back down, staring at the agents moved around his office, one unplugging his computer to take the modem with them. What the hell was happening?

Elsewhere, Dabi scowled bitterly. Fucking tie, huh? Piece of shit, brat, still getting all the fucking attention. Oh, look, they tied. Big fucking DEAL. If he were in Shouto’s place, he’d have beaten Midoriya and would have won it all—weak little brat.

Dabi shoved his hands into his pockets and stomped off, ignoring the people talking around him. He didn’t want to think about it.

“So much blood!” Himiko cooed as she skipped down the street. It was all so pretty and perfect. Izu-chan looked so lovely covered in blood Himiko wanted to lick it all off. She bet it would taste good, and ooh, could she… Himiko blushed, her thoughts turning dirtier as she giggled. She couldn’t wait to meet Izu-chan! They would be so cute together, wouldn’t they? Himiko smiled dreamily as she imagined all they could do.

In the classroom, the future hero students happily cheered on Todoroki, who was smiling a little. He had his Quirk active, ice in one hand and a small fire in the other.

“Go Todobro!” Kirishima cheered as Ashido did a bit of a dance. All the while, Nemuri watched in amusement, dropping her Midnight persona. She was proud of these kids. They were celebrating not just the fight but Todoroki’s acceptance of his own Quirk. It was beautiful to see them smiling.

She hoped they kept smiling as she checked her phone to see Nezu informing her that Monoma would join their class next week, along with the news Endeavour lost custody. There would be an investigation, but Nemuri knew how it would probably go. He would be found guilty, but his record of heroics would mean he’d get probation working as a hero. He’d be removed from the ranking system, wouldn’t be allowed the perks of a hero, and would probably get a pay cut due to his family wealth.

It wasn’t fair. He deserved jail, but they couldn’t have a good hero be removed from the ranks. After all, most younger heroes were now glory hogs more interested in fame than work. Removing Endeavour would cause issues as the heroes around him would suddenly face incidents they had never encountered before.

Maybe it would be good to shake things up a bit, more than this viewing would do already, but Nemuri wasn’t sure if it was the best option. As she watched the kids and thought, the timer ticked down to start the next episode.

The screen shows the stadium of fans all talking to one another.

“That was CRAZY!” one woman says to her neighbour. “Those two are crazy strong!”

“I know, right?” the other says. “I was rooting for them both!”

“Midoriya got hurt a bit,” a hero says to his friend. The other shrugs.

“Yeah, but it was obvious she was pushing herself. Did you hear some of her comments before the mics blew? Todoroki was holding back, and now he pulls out the fire? She was trying to get him to stop.” The man nods. “Good on her. Being a hero means you can’t half-ass it. If Todoroki isn’t willing to go all out and actually use his full Quirk, he shouldn’t be a hero in the first place.”

Shouto winced, letting his Quirk die. He had been a bit of an idiot, hadn’t he? To stuck in his head and beliefs…

He was still scared and nervous about what would happen next, but he was also hopeful. Midoriya changed his life and showed him a new way to do things. He would take advantage of that ability to be better.

In her hospital room, Rei shook her head. If her son needed that fire, he shouldn’t be a hero! That fire was bad, dangerous! It wasn’t good, and she felt so sad he’d used it!

Just like his father.

“She’s also a late bloomer, so it makes sense she was a little hurt.” Agrees another hero.

“What do you think, Jack?” the first asks a fourth hero—the hero Jack in the Box, who hums.

“I think she’s got talent. She’s also a mom, though, so who knows how far she’s going to go in heroics.” He says. “She might not get that high up.”

“Eh, you never know,” voiced another hero.

The screen shows the infirmary where Midoriya and Todoroki are, both being looked over by Recovery Girl.

“Well, you didn’t break your fingers that badly… but don’t do it on purpose again!” the tiny hero scolds Midoriya. “And you! Use your fire more; I see a drastic change in your core temperature with you having actually used it!”

“I need to look at that boy,” Recovery Girl said as she wrote that down. How much damage did his pride do to the boy that he was harming himself? Teenagers think they know everything. The boy could have died from being too cold at his core, and yet it wasn’t on his mind. She didn’t blame young Todoroki, but if he had wanted to rebel that badly, going off to be anything but a hero would have worked better.

“Yes, ma’am,” Todoroki says.

“I won’t. One time thing to get him to use his fire,” Midoriya says. Todoroki shrugs, looking a little amused. “How are my legs?”

“They look good,” Recovery Girl says. “I’ll get you both a change of clothes. Normally, we’d hold a tiebreaker after the next event, but with the damage you two caused and the fact you both just needed a kiss and a quick jolt of energy…” she shrugged. “We’ll do it now.”

“Oh, we got some energy?” Midoriya asks curiously. Recovery Girl chuckles.

“How do you think we get all you kids up and running so fast after your battles? We used to have a nurse who’d come in and give you some help during this time, but her daughter is here taking it over. She’s a business student.” Recovery Girl explains. She walks away, shaking her head.

Said nurse, a woman who went by the title Nurse Joy in her work as a hero nurse, smiled at the screen. Her daughter didn't want to be a nurse or hero, but it made her happy to see that she was thriving. Many people had tried to pressure the young girl into following her mother. Nurse Joy was glad her daughter had stood firm.

No one should be forced to be a hero. No one should be forced to enter any job they don't want just because a parent or society demands it.

“...Thank you,” Todoroki says. Midoriya turns to him, raising an eyebrow. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I’m a single mom to a toddler. I have to be stubborn,” Midoriya tells him. She stands up from her seat. “What’s your number? I’ll add you to the group chat I have with my friends,” she says. Todoroki blinks but gets up to.

“He's making friends,” Fuyumi smiled. She was so happy her little brother was attempting to connect with others. Knowing he could one day smile with his friends made her feel relief, though some bitterness worked through her. Her brother was happy, but it took everything being exposed for it to happen.

Fuyumi had accepted nothing could be simple. They wouldn't be the happy family she wanted, not with her father willing to ruin people still. And she could admit that she'd been so desperate for a happy ending that she blinded herself. She wanted a happy family, and it was ripped from her. She remembered being happy… of sorts.

When she hadn't had to raise her siblings. When she could focus on herself more before Mom got worse.

Natsuo was first, the first kid Fuyumi half-raised.

Shouto was the second. The one she mostly raised other than when Endeavour trained him into the ground. God, she had been so blind to the truth of everything because admitting how messed up their family was would ruin her wishes.

Fuyumi smiled at the screen. She would move on. She would hopefully get custody of Shouto; they would make it out okay.

They had to.

“My phone is in the locker room,” he tells her. They leave the infirmary, meeting Iida, Uraraka, Asui and Aoyama outside.

“Whoa! Midoriya!” Uraraka says in relief. “You’re okay!”

“It’s good you have no serious injuries, the both of you!” Iida says with an arm chop.

“Oui, it is magnificent you managed to come out okay,” Aoyama says as Asui nods.

“It is, kero.” she agrees. Midoriya blinks and smiles at her friends.

“Thanks, guys. We have to hold a tiebreaker, so we will head to do that. Then it’ll be Shinsou and Bakugou’s fight.” she informs them. Uraraka grins.

“I hope he utterly embarrasses Bakugou when he beats him. Make him do something stupid,” she says.

“Hey!” Katsuki snarled. As if the Eyebag fucker could beat him! He'd kick the extra’s ass and prove he should be in UA!

“I’d like to see that,” Todoroki admits. The group looks at him, making him blink. He shuffles a little, looking between the group.

“We need his number for the group chat,” Midoriya says.

“The Lady Knights and the Dudes in Distress, kero?” Asui asks. Aoyama blinks, surprised.

“Oh, I must be in the chat, Kero,” Tsu smiled at Uraraka and Iida. Uraraka whipped out her phone instantly as Iida gave a half smile, his phone still pressed to his head.

She liked the idea of being friends with them. Tsu doubted she’d be as close as they were. The three fit together very well, stronger than the others. Perhaps all three would end up together one day? Or maybe they would be… what was the term… Queer Platonic? Tsu didn't know. She did know they just… We're friends who clicked. A strong bond between all three that would only grow.

It was beautiful. Tsu was happy just to be there. She would build her own friendships with the group, and they would bond tight, she could tell.

She couldn't wait.

“Yeah, that one. I mean, I just saved this guy from self-destruction,” Midoriya points out. “Not using his Quirk could have been way worse after all.” The group slowly nods.

“Alright then, but the title is staying!” Uraraka says. “Hey, Aoyama, what’s your number? You’ve been deflecting some of the comments from Ojiro lately. We can put you in the chat.”

Tsu watched as Ojiro flinched. Obviously, he wasn't happy being reminded he would be a bit rude in the future. She wondered about it, wondered why he felt that Midoriya wouldn't be a good hero with a child.

There were plenty of pro-hero parents, after all.

“Oh! Merci,” Aoyama smiles. “It is no trouble. Our tailed friend has a good heart, but he is… very blinded to realities, I suppose we could say. He does seem to be realizing he is very wrong lately, however.”

“Good,” Uraraka says. Todoroki looks a bit lost, as does Midoriya, but the group slowly begins chatting, walking towards the entrance to the arena. That is when Endeavour appears from a hallway. Todoroki freezes, eyes catching the man. Midoriya pauses as well, eyes narrowing. The rest also stop, looking confused.

“Are you serious?!” Natsuo shouted. Of course, the fucker showed up. Shouto was looking happy, talking with the others, and there was Todoroki Enji, being an asshole. Ugh.

He had to ruin everything, didn't he?

In the classroom, the students shouted insults at the screen, all furious the man dared show his face around Todoroki.

“Fuck off!” Kaminari yelled.

“Go to hell!” Jiro snapped.

“Why does he have to ruin everything!” Ochako huffed. They'd been all so happy, laughing and having a good time, but he had to show up and ruin it. Asshole.

“Shouto!” Endeavour says, ignoring the other children. “Not going to tell me to get lost?” the man asks mockingly.

“Isn’t this a restricted area, Iida?” Midoriya asks a bit pointedly.

“... It is. Endeavour, sir, I must ask you to please leave,” Iida says slowly. He looks at Todoroki, and his eyes gain a slight glint. “Or we will need to speak to Nezu.”

“Hell yeah!” Ochako cheered. “Go Iida! Tell him off!”

“I will!” Iida promised. He didn't mention he'd probably figured it out. He had met abusive parents before, and he'd noticed. His parents and brother were talking over the phone about this, and Tenya let it wash over him. His brother was there; he was alive.

Things would be okay.

“I’m the number two hero, and this is my son,” Endeavour says, focusing on Todoroki. “You need to learn to control your left side Shouto. It was disgraceful how you released so much energy. I’m glad you’re finally seeing reason enough to use it and abandon your childish rebellion-”

“I haven’t abandoned anything,” Todoroki says flatly. The tall hero jerks back. “You’re an idiot for thinking my feelings could be so easily reversed. I simply… forgot all about you out there while fighting.” He smirks. “I suppose I don’t need you when I can overcome my own issues without you in my mind.”

“You have us, Todoroki,” Midoriya says. “I’ve already analyzed your Quirk enough to fill twenty pages in my notebook. I’ll give it to you later.”

“I will!” Izumi said as she pulled out her notebook. Maybe she could get a good start on it and give it to Todoroki early.

“Thank you, Midoriya,” Todoroki says.

“Oui, my Quirk hurts me, and I have plenty of suggestions to handle pain from Quirks,” Aoyama says instantly. He lacks a smile and doesn’t look at Todoroki. Instead, he is looking at Endeavour, who frowns.

“Oui! I will be able to help!” Yuuga agreed, glaring at the screen. While his parents weren’t the best, they’d never done what this monster did.

“Hey, floating stuff is great target practice!” Uraraka says, moving slightly to block the view of Todoroki.

“It is!” Ochako agreed with her on-screen self as she forced her phone into Todoroki’s hands so he could give her his number.

“And I can help with figuring out safe temperatures, kero,” Asui says. “I bet Shinsou can help with mental blocks, too, kero.”

“I can, kero,” Tsu agreed while in his school, Hitoshi nodded.

“Anything I can do so he’s not around that fucker,” he said.

“Sparring is always a good thing to do,” Iida says calmly. He’s caught on to the others and begins to motion. “Now let’s go. I wonder what sort of tiebreaker they will hold.”

“It is!” Tenya said.

“Invite him over!” his mother demanded over the phone.

“Ah, Todoroki, my mother would like to invite you to our place. My brother is a much better teacher for sparring, and we can use the family dojo. They do not go hard,” Tenya told the dual-haired boy, who was beginning to look overwhelmed.

“Probably not an arm wrestle. I’ll beat Todoroki without my Quirk, no offence.”

“Your biceps are bigger than mine,” Todoroki tells Midoriya as the group passes Endeavour, who looks more shocked then anything a group of teenagers talked back to him. They walk away, and Todoroki doesn’t look back.

“... Did a bunch of teenagers basically tell Endeavour to fuck off?” a news reporter said to his friend. Instantly, they all began howling in laughter. It echoed around Japan; watching a group of teens trash-talk Endeavour like that had made many smiles. Dabi was laughing his ass off, mimicked by Natsuo, while Fuyumi giggled.

Yotsubashi Rikiya smirked at the screen. Seeing a group of strong Quirked users stand up for one another was nice. He glanced at his computer, where emails asking about dealing with Midoriya were. He shook his head.

The girl was a worthless Quirkless girl only useful for producing strong children. Or she had been until she got that Quirk. She wouldn’t be on the same level as him or others, given they were born with their Quirks, but she lost the useless status. He had no interest in putting her down when she would become one of them. Not as strong or as important as any of Rikiya’s followers, but still.

He smirked as an email requesting one of their plants at UA approach the girl came to his attention. She’d probably disagree with them, even after admitting she’d been worthless without a Quirk by taking One for All. However, she would be useful. A strong hero, even tangibly connected to them, would be perfect.

He’d allow it, perhaps even hope something more blooms between the agent and Midoriya. She would have strong Quriked children; she’d proved that. However, he wouldn’t be pushing for it. He despised that piece of shit who forced himself on her. Yes, she was just a Quirkless freak, but she’d been a child!

Rikiya did encourage arranged marriages among his men and did think about perfect matches, but he never required it or enforced it. He killed people who tried to force it because it should be the choice of the people getting together. Even if they only were together to have a child, Rikiya made sure it was always consensual.

Anyone trying to enforce it deserved to die.

The screen moves to the destroyed arena, where Midnight waits for them. Cementoss is waiting as well, looking around with dismay.

“These two need to work on collateral,” he says to Midnight, who snickers.

Izumi flushed as Mic agreed with the screen. Okay, they’d gone a bit overboard. It might hurt their chances at internships, wouldn’t it?

“You’re not wrong!” she says as the two walk on the field. “And here we are!” Midnight announces into her microphone. “For the tiebreaker round, we will be having rock-paper-scissors due to the strength differences!” The teenagers moved so people could see them and held out their hands. “Best two out of three!”

“Rock-paper-scissors-SHOOT!” Midoriya says, mimicked by Todoroki as the two quickly put out their options. Both chose paper. They did it again, and Midoriya crushed Todoroki’s scissors with a rock this time. The third time…

“Midoriya wins with paper!” Midnight cheers. The crowd yells in joy as Midoriya smiles at Todoroki, who grins back.

“Ha!” Dabi snorted at the screen while Izumi frowned.

“Is that fair?” she asked Shouta.

“It’s not, but it’s what we have. You’d win any arm wrestling competition, and a race would just be useless,” he explained. “Besides, luck is an essential part of heroics, even if most wouldn’t think about it.”

“Yeah,” Hizashi agreed. “While skill is always best and you shouldn’t rely on luck, it’s not something to discount.”

“Someone tripping in front of me is luck and helps me.” Shouta offered as an example. “There’s a pair of heroes in Paris who operate on luck, too. Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

“Oh! I heard about them!” Izumi said. “Ladybug can create good luck and can use any object she finds while under her power’s influence! Chat Noir can increase the bad luck of things and cause extreme bad luck to occur on objects which breaks them.” She nodded. “Don’t they say it’s the opposite in their civilian lives?”

“Correct. I met them once,” Hizashi said. “Long story, mostly classified, revolved around an international terrorist organization. But anyway, Ladybug is very unlucky when not a hero, while Chat is very lucky. They’re married and live together, so it balances out.”

“Cool,” Izumi said as Shouta shook his head.

“Not the point kid. Our point is that luck plays a huge role in a fight and pretending otherwise is dumb. It’s like how some go off about how their Quirks aren’t strong, but they worked with it when in reality…”

“Their Quirk is very strong.” Izumi nodded. “There’s no such thing as a weak Quirk, but some people just don’t admit how much their Quirk carries them.”

“Exactly. And they’re idiots.”

“And now we’re going to let Cementoss repair the field before the next fight!” Mic says over the intercom. The screen changes to the announcer booth, where Tomoe is away and balanced on the blonde man’s lap.

“Mama!” the girl cheers. Mic laughs and turns off the microphone.

“Hey babe, will Shinsou or Bakugou win this one?” Mic asks Aizawa, who sighs.

“Depends on if Shinsou can get him talking or if Bakugou just blasts first,” Aizawa tells Mic.

“Luck and timing again,” Shouta said. “Can Shinsou snatch Bakugou before the blonde moves, or will he fail?”

“Huh… like Yaoyorozu then. She was too slow because Tokoyami was lucky enough to catch her off balance,” Izumi said with a nod.

“Exactly.”

“...Well, guess we’ll have to see.” the voice hero says as the camera moves back to Midoriya and her friends.

“I’m going to leave Tomoe with our teachers. I’m betting Shinsou wins,” Midoriya says.

“No bet. Shinsou just needs to mention you, and Bakugou will go off,” Uraraka laughs.

“Fuck you, Round Face!” Katsuki shouted at the screen bitterly. They were all wrong; he was going to win. He’d prove he deserved UA, and Deku would feel bad for dismissing him. She would make moves to apologize, and he would string her along before accepting. It had to happen.

A phone rings, and Iida pauses. He reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“Ah, my mother,” he answers it. “Mother-”

“Tenya!” the panicked voice says. “Your brother is in the hospital! He was attacked by the hero killer!”

Iida drops his phone, eyes widening in horror as his friends turn to him worriedly.

“No…” Iida says just as the screen goes to show a hospital. A woman who looks like Iida has her phone to her ear, looking worried.

“I don’t want to see this,” Mrs. Iida whimpered. Iida Tsunami was a strong woman who’d faced countless horrors before. Yet she didn’t want to see her baby boy hurt. Her husband Haku hugged her as they watched the screen.”

“Tenya? Tenya?” she asks.

“He probably dropped his phone,” a man says. He resembles the engine using student as well. “Love, it’ll be-”

“Don’t say that Haku!” the woman retorts. “Our eldest is in surgery because of a psychopath, and our youngest isn’t answering his phone!” she shouts.

“Mrs. Engine? Mr. Engine?” a new voice says. A person walks into the room, dressed in hospital-issued clothing. Their hands are red from being scrubbed.

“ID,” Tensei said. They stayed; they were still there. They looked a mess but were still there.

Tenya clutched his phone, feeling a burning pit of anger in his stomach. Info Dropper was there when his brother required surgery, but not Tenya. They didn’t deserve to be there after what they put Tensei through! Tenya remembered the arguments and the crying. Tensei looked like a wreck when Info Dropper broke his heart! They shouldn’t be there!

“ID,” says Mr. Iida. It’s the hero on the scene of the attack. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine,” ID says. They swallow. “More or less. Did Speedy-”

“Mother?” Mrs. Iida’s phone says, and she turns to it. Mr. Iida and ID step away from her.

“How are you, sir?” ID asks. He shakes his head, running a hand through his buzz cut.

“Could be better. And knock it off, ID. Call me your old nickname for me, at least,” he tells them.

“Wasn’t sure if I still had the right. Engine Boy and I didn’t part on great terms,” ID admits. They wrap their arms around their stomach.

“Why were you in Hosu then?” Mr. Iida asks.

“It is weird,” Native said. “Don’t they have to retain residency in Canada?”

“They do,” Tensei said, staring at the screen.

“... The kid is taking my role as Goblin in the Court. I’m stepping down from international heroics,” ID says. “Squirt got divorced, and I didn’t know until after that stupid mission a year ago, five months after it happened. I don’t want to miss my brother’s life anymore. I…”

In his apartment, Squirt winced. He was happy his sibling had found out sooner; five months sounded like hell. More so, since he had no friends, he lost them all in the divorce. At first, he’d hoped they didn’t know about the cheating, but they’d always known. Squirt was ‘just a husband for money reasons’ after all. It made him sick, thinking he’d trusted a man like that.

It would be nice to have ID around; Squirt was already looking for a new place so ID could stay with him. Hosu would be nice. Maybe ID would get back together with Tensei, even if their relationship crashed that badly. It wasn’t like Squirt’s marriage, where one was lying to the other. It was two good people who reacted badly.

And it showed how awful good people could be deep inside.

“Oh hell,” Tensei muttered, looking at the screen. “Poor Squirt.”

“He’s that support guy, right?” Native asked. “I never met him.”

“Yeah. He’s one of the best; he does my stuff,” Tensei said. The name Squirt was connected to a lot of heroes. Those who recognized the name reacted in different ways.

Hatsume Mei squealed in delight at hearing the name of one of the best designers in Japan, though she scowled after. Whoever married him didn’t know what they had.

David turned to his daughter on I-Island, who wasn’t talking to him after the reveals. She still hung around; she wasn’t talking. “Maybe we should invite him here. I’ve met him before, good man.”

“He’s mute, right?” Melissa asked, thinking of the designer.

“I think so? Never heard him talk.” David said. Melissa gave a short nod and fell silent. David winced. With everything… it felt awful not talking to his daughter. He should never have hidden the truth, or at least he should have told her when she was old enough to understand. But they never did, not wanting to rock the boat. Especially after the three of them broke up,

“You wanted to talk to Tensei. You miss him,” Mr. Iida says wisely.

“It’s dumb,” ID says. “But he’s one of the few people I want to talk to in Japan. Done and Loudy-McLoud are others, so is BDSM or the Rat, but…”

“You and Tensei dated for five years, and I know he had a ring,” Mr. Iida says. ID winces and looks away. “You did, too.”

Tenya glared at the screen, ignoring Tensei over the phone. ID didn’t deserve to be there or be told that, not after what they did!

“I was offered a position in the Court! The best international information heroics team in the world! I… I didn’t want long distance, and Engine Boy was with his agency and couldn’t just leave.” ID shakes their head. “Then everything imploded, we broke up like that after we both did shitty things, then fucking Sara happened and… I missed him so much and regretted never taking the chance.” They look towards a door. “I love him. I never stopped.”

“What?!” Tensei said, eyes widening. They still… Oh. OH.

“Dude,” Native said, grabbing his shoulder to shake him. “Don’t.”

“What?” Tensei said, ignoring his family on the phone.

“Right now, things are shit. Don’t try for something or talk to them over the phone. Wait until they get here, Iida. It’s better all around,” Native warned the man, who sighed. That made sense.

In his car, Hizashi snorted. “And there we are. Think they’ll get back together?”

“They will. After they hash out where they went wrong,” Shouta said. He made a face. “Also, stop discussing romance with me; bug Nemuri for it.”

“Spoilsport.”

“Good,” Mr. Iida says. “He’s going to need all the love he can get now.” ID looks at him with sad eyes as the screen pauses on them.

“Pro-Hero Info Dropper!” Mic’s voiceover says. “They’re an old school friend of Eraser and me! Their Quirk is Name Drop, where if they say someone’s name, they gain information they previously did not know about the person! Hence the nicknames!”

The screen moves to Midoriya and her friends entering the stands, Iida missing. They all look at each other in worry.

“Midoriya! Todoroki! You guys were so cool!” Kaminari says, standing up. He pauses. “Hey, you alright?”

“Iida got bad news about his brother,” Midoriya says. “He had to leave.”

“His brother Ingenium?” Yaoyorozu asks. “I hope everything is okay…”

“We don’t know,” Uraraka says. The once cheerful group in the stands falls silent, and they look to the field.

“...Bakugou is going to get his ass creamed, isn’t he?” Jirou asks.

“HEY!” Katsuki snapped in anger. Why the hell was everyone saying that?!

“No bet,” Kaminari and Sero say.

“Guys-“ Kirishima begins, but Ashido interrupts him.

“Don’t. Kiri, I’m saying this in the nicest way possible: none of us like him. No matter how much you defend him, we will not change our minds unless he himself shows us he is not the jackass we see him as. I’m sorry, but for me, he is just the asshole who decided to hit you because he was angry at something else,” she says kindly. Kirishima frowns but falls silent.

Katsuki winced. He… hadn’t thought about that. Hearing that no one liked him wasn’t fun. At Aldera, everyone liked him. He was the top dog, after all. But at UA… only Shitty Hair seemed to look at him like he should be looked at with awe, and care.

…Okay, fine, he’d knock off the insults and hitting at least until they accepted where he was in the pecking order. Shitty Hair could take a few smacks and didn’t mind. So maybe not in public too much.

He’d win against Eyebags and show them all!

The screen goes to show the field which has been fixed, both Bakuou and Shinsou standing there. Bakugou glares at Shinsou, not looking away. Shinsou glares back.

“Alright,” Midnight says, raising her whip. “Ready-set-GO!” she cracks it and Bakugou flings himself at Shinsou who dodges with a tsk.

“Seriously? Midoriya is a much better sparing partner,” he comments carelessly. “Are you that bad at this you just fling yourself without a plan?”

“FUCK OFF EYEBAGS-” Bakugou begins only to freeze. His Quirk dies down, and he stands there with hazed eyes.

“... Really?!” Mina asked the screen. “That fast?!”

“Damn,” Kaminari said. “He really is easy to rile up.” Kirishima gave them disappointed looks but also winced at the screen. That wasn’t a great look.

In his room, Katsuki froze in shock. No, no it… NO. He had to break free, he had to WIN. HE HAD TO.

“... One comment? Really?” Shinsou says, baffled. “I could have sworn you’d talk to anyone in your class… whatever, walk out of the ring.” Shinsou waves a hand and Bakugou obeys.

It’s over in barely a minute. Midnight raises her whip as Bakugou crosses the line, “Shinsou wins!”

“YES!” Hitoshi shouted in his classroom as Atakani clapped, and even a few others copied her. He’d won against Bakugou! That was awesome.

Katsuki stared in horror, shaking. No, this couldn’t be happening, no it was a LIE.

Bakugou’s eyes go back to normal as people cheer. He turns around, confused. His eyes widen as he realizes what happened and he whirls around.

What? He thinks. No I- NO!

“FUCK!” Bakugou screams and flings himself at Shinsou with his hands blazing. “YOU CHEATING SCUMBAG BASTARD!” Shinsou’s eyes widen and he steps back as Midnight’s whip comes out to lash out on Bakugou’s hand closest to her.

“CHEATER!” Katsuki screamed as people shouted in shock and horror. His mother opened his door with a shout,

“KATSUKI! KNOCK IT OFF!” she yelled.

“He cheated-”

“How did he cheat?!” Mitsuki demanded. “He won fair and-”

“It wasn’t a fight!” Katsuki yelled. “It has to be a fight, it can’t just be that bullshit, the little scumbag is-”

“ENOUGH!” Mitsuki roared. She glared at her son. “He used his Quirk fair and square like you do. Just because you prefer to beat people up doesn’t mean he cheated.”

“It’s the Sports Festival!” Katsuki yelled. It meant they fought, not that someone with a cheap ass Quirk would just roll in to beat them. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t! The fact his own mother disagreed pissed him off. He deserved to win, he should WIN! He bet someone would disagree with Midnight and he would be given the proper title of winner!

“STOP!” she shouts. “You lost Bakugou, kindly-”

“THIS IS A FUCKING CHEATER! LET ME KILL HIM!” Bakugou screams and he moves to fast, his hand aiming for Shinsou’s chest just as purple smoke fills the air. The scene is obscured, even as a blast echoes.

In the crowd, Midoriya jumps up. “SHINSOU!” she screams, her voice joined by others. The smoke in the arena dissipates to reveal both boys knocked out, with Shinsou’s hand locked around Bakugou’s wrist.

“Shinsou deflected the blast!” Midnight decrees, and Midoriya bursts into relieved tears.

“Holy shit,” Izumi said, eyes wide. “That… that was close!”

“Holy shit indeed,” Shouta grimaced. “Reminds me of the reactions when I beat people in the festival. Butt hurt idiots not wanting to admit they’d lost against me kept saying I cheated, as if I just didn’t use my Quirk in the same way they did.”

“Yeah but this is in public. How the hell did he snap like that?” Mic wondered.

“Maybe it’ll explain?” Izumi pondered.

The screen morphs again to reveal Bakugou waking up in Recovery Girl’s office. He lies on a bed with a divider blocking his view. He blinks in confusion before sitting up.

That eye-bagged BASTARD! Bakugou’s inner thoughts snarl. He is about to stand when Recovery Girl’s voice speaks.

“Hitoshi, are you sure-”

“I’m okay, Grandma, promise,” Shinsou says. “I deflected it. Just feel sluggish from Midnight’s Quirk. I can fight in the final round, promise.”

All of Katsuki’s fight left him and he dropped to sit on his bed as his mother cursed creatively. He’d hurt Recovery Girl’s grandson—someone who taught at UA.

He… he’d lost. He had, and the bastard cheated! Katsuki knew he did, but like it would fucking matter now. Eyebags was a fucking legacy; Recovery Girl would protect him. That wasn’t fair! It wasn’t!

Hitoshi stood up, grabbing his bag as people gasped, staring at him. “I’m going to… go,” he said awkwardly. He’d call his dad and get the man to pick him up. He didn’t want to stay with people knowing who he was related to. Either they would be weird, trying to talk him into being their friend, or they’d be horrified such a ‘heroic mother had such an awful grandson.’

“Shinsou-” Atakani said, but Hitoshi took off, and around Japan, people freaked out. That was Recovery Girl’s grandkid? Really? He didn't look like her and that Quirk! How did that come from healing?

A few more dishonest types wondered where they could find the kid. He'd fetch a price. But mostly, there was shock. There was some fear from former bullies and shouting among the future class 1A, but shock was the primary emotion.

“That boy better not use that knowledge!” Chiyo shouted in her office. She was furious. Bakugou not only could have killed her grandson in his anger, but he'd learned their connection!

And now her grandson was entirely in the open. She should speak to Nezu right away. She felt Hitoshi would end up in 1A, and he needed to be safe now. Might as well have him join the others.

“Good. I was worried. Your father and grandfather have been texting non-stop about you.” Recovery Girl says in relief. Bakugou sits there with wide eyes. He stares at the curtain until footsteps and a door opening make him get out of bed. Recovery Girl moves faster, and opens the divider. She glares at him. “I don’t know what you heard boy, but unless you want a lawsuit? Sit. Down. NOW.” she says calmly.

Bakugou obeys, glaring at her. “Eyebags is your grandson?” he demands.

“That’s private and not of any concern to you. Now, do you have a headache? Nausea?” Recovery Girl asks briskly. Bakugou growls and shakes his head. “Good. You’re going home then. Due to your attack on a student AFTER the match was called, you have been disqualified from the rest of the tournament,” Recovery Girl says bluntly. “Your homeroom teacher will be contacting your parents as well.”

“WHAT?! YOU CAN’T-” Bakugou screams but Recovery Girl slams her cane onto the floor.

“That's not fair!” Katsuki yelled. “She’s-”

“You attacked him after the match. You could have killed him Katsuki.” Mitsuki groaned. “How can you not see your own actions for what they are?”

Katsuki glared at the screen. He didn't have a response nor did he want to deliver one.

It wasn't fair.

“We can. You’re disqualified and will most likely receive your third strike Bakugou,” she says coldly. “I can’t imagine why you think you wouldn’t be.”

This isn’t supposed to happen, Bakugou’s mind screams. I’m SUPPOSED to win! I’m the best! Why… why do I keep LOSING?!

He stands there as Recovery Girl walks away, calling over her shoulder his parents were coming to get him. The screen slowly fades to black on him.

The timer ticked on for two hours, making people turn and begin talking instantly. The last few episodes had been mad. And it could go either way after this, more so since the final fighters would be Midoriya or Shinsou.

Katsuki stared at the screen in disbelief. He had lost. He might get another fucking strike because Eyebags cheated.

It wasn't FAIR! It wasn't! What the fuck?!

How could this happen to him?

Meanwhile, as the car with Izumi inside approached UA, Nezu was ushering in Fatgum, who held a particular package.

Little Eri was going to be interesting, Nezu could already tell.

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Notes:

-Nara is ‘Creepy’ from the Commission. I mentioned his real name first chapter but it’s been a while lol.

-I really hope people aren’t waiting with bated breath for a big redemption with Endeavour. I may like his redemption more then Bakugou’s canonly but I firmly believe Endeavour needed more punishment. At the time of the reveal in canon, it makes sense it doesn’t happen. Here? Nope. But as Midnight points out: he’s to valuable to put in jail.

-I was honestly like: it would take way longer for any of these kids to wake up in real life so boom. A nurse usually is around. Her Quirk is energy boost which gets the kids awake. Her daughter though is now handling it.

-Endeavour being torn apart by teenagers is always the right thing to do.

-I can’t remember if I ever used more then Curious from the MLA (or if I ever did…) but here. I still think the MLA is dumb as fuck as a plot because of the fact Shigaraki quickly took over, but had this thought after reading fics where they try to get OFA. What if instead they were completely fine with a Quirkless person getting it because it made them not Quirkless? Also sprinkled in some ‘Everyone has Standards’ with the guy.

-I flipped a coin for the winner of the rock-paper-sissors.

-Okay so… ID kind of grabbed me and made me write this cause they wanted their stupid dramatic romance. Also I wanted to feed the goblin that wanted romance inside me, so you get this.

-*sigh* Bakugou, Bakugou, Bakugou. He’s been on a tightrope, and he’s just kept LOSING. And now he doesn’t get anything he wants? He lost? Third when DEKU moved on? He’s not having it. Pity he fucked up this bad.

-Intermission next on advice from the Beta who I asked if I should end the ‘future’ here.

-Also, someone asked but the future being separate stories. I’m going to go no given that I wrote this specifically as a screen and editing to make it a story-story would be another thing on my plate sorry.

#bnha #bnha au #pulling on the strings of destiny

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