#eijiro kirishima x oc
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blondieeu · 7 months ago
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early bird. katsuki b.
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katsuki knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew your preferences, style, personality, even memorized your social security number since you always forgot it. he’d lived with you for damn near 5 years now.
“katsuki”
so when you wake him up in the late hours of the night, all needy and pent up he shouldn’t be surprised, he doesn’t even bother getting angry at you because you always tended to get needy in the night.
you shook him softly, his back turned to you as you tried to wake him. his body rising and falling with quiet snores that became irregular when you shook him.
“katsuki?”
“mm”
“katsuki!”
“what’s wrong”
he didn’t even bother opening his eyes, still laying there like a rock as he waiting for a response from you.
“can we fuck? please katsuki”
the male sighed and lazily grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting hard just to see the time. 2:06AM.
“you can’t sleep?”
the silence in the air already told him the answer, katsuki didn’t bother to keep questioning you as he began to shuffle out of his boxers.
“take your panties off.”
he muttered, helping you on your back and pulling the green underwear off your ankles, not without noticing the wet part on the middle of them and giving you a ‘you needed me that bad?’ look. he put your hand around his cock gesturing for you too put it in since he was too tired to find the hole.
bakugou moaned as he settled himself into your sopping cunny, strong hands almost making dents in the headboard as he rocked his hips into yours and watching your slick create thin strings between you and him.
your legs were loose around his waist, toes curling everytime he let himself go deep with your hands touching at his chest and stomach.
“shit.. pussy make me wan’ give you a fuckin’ baby.”
he grunted the words out with a small shake in his voice, like he was trying to hold back a couple moans. he tiredly let his head fall in between his strong, well built arms that held the headboard as he looked down at your face, eyes teary and mouth half opened while you clenched around his cock.
katsuki sat up from his position with hard-to-silence heaves to pull the black wife beater he had on over his head and throw it somewhere across the room as his body temperature started to rise.
he secured his position by grabbing onto your sides so he could fuck you harder. needy moans filled the warm room along with the quiet sound of skin connecting. you could’ve sworn that you went mute every couple of minutes from the surges of pleasure he was feeding into your cunny. wait could you hear how wet you were?
your long time boyfriend gave a lazy smile as he leaned down to make out with you as an attempt to get you quiet so you could her your cunny talk to him as well. quiet squelching could be heard if you really did listen in detail.
“hear her singin’ ? s’ all you—…shit girl..gets this bad at night?”
your pretty eyes were rolling as you tried your best to nod, barely even hearing him while you were concentrated on not cumming too fast and trying not to squirt since you knew you forgot towels. still, loud pornographic moans bounced off of your bedroom walls.
“y..es..kat-suki..”
“alright. ima take care of it baby”
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a/n: i refuse to write a whole smutshot!!!!!
aizawa ver
blondieeu xx
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butchyslovebot · 2 years ago
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𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ! eijiro kirishima x male!oc
the link to this fic can be found here!
⁀➷ eijiro kirishima and kibo ryuu were lifelong best friends and did almost everything together since the day they were born, so of course they applied to Japan’s best hero academy together. the adventure of a lifetime awaits as they train to become full fledged heroes, fighting their own feelings and inner demons along the way.
⁀➷ the world of my hero academia and it’s characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. my character, kibo ryuu, and any other ocs included in this fic belong to me.
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with-my-calamitous-love · 25 days ago
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HE’S LIKE A POEM I WISH I WROTE ☆
eijiro kirishima x reader
more boyfriend thoughts, for his birthday!
inspired by so american
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eijiro kirishima, who insists on driving you everywhere. who lets you put your feet on the dashboard, playing your shared playlist. who says he only listens to hard rap but somehow knows all the lyrics to your favourite sappy love songs. who smiles at you when you’re not looking, who almost runs a red because he’s mesmerized by you.
eijiro kirishima, who might be the funniest guy you have ever met. who makes stupid jokes and loves to tease you. who loves your laugh, and can’t help but smile when get gets a genuine laugh out of you. who chases after your smile, and furthermore, your happiness forever. who interchanges calling you bro and babe.
eijiro kirishima, who is really insecure. who doesn’t believe his quirk is heroic or good enough. who thinks its unmanly to speak on his thoughts, so hides behind a smile. who feels safe enough to confide in you about his fears. who sighs when he sees his friends succeeding, cheering them on but wondering if he’ll measure up. who lets you teach him that vulnerability is the manliest thing you can do.
eijiro kirishima, who has the deepest morning voice known to man. who will lazily prop himself up on one elbow, smiling at you when you stir awake. who’ll pull you back into bed and ask just where you think you’re going when you try to get up. who’ll wake you up with kisses to your shoulder and whispering dumb jokes into your ear. who is never not spooning you, loving the warmth you radiate.
eijiro kirishima, who maybe isn’t the sharpest tool, but who is the master of subtlety. who remembers tiny details about you, like nail biting or your sleep habits. who reminds you to eat or take your medicine without expecting anything in return. who is your biggest cheerleader, validating all of your feelings and who is proud of you no matter what.
eijiro kirishima, who treats you like his trophy. who gets so excited with his boys, chanting after every achievement because they’ve come so far. who runs to you and kisses you because you’re the best thing he’s ever done. who loves you because no amount of success in his life will measure up to how much he adores you.
eijiro kirishima, who wonders if he’s boring sometimes. who wonders if he’s too plain or not flashy enough. who, at first, works out because he doesn’t feel good enough, but eventually learns to do it with you. who pushed you through that last set and gives you a kiss on the forehead when you push through. who you love to hug despite how sweaty he may be.
eijiro kirishima, who loves when you wear his clothes. who thinks you look so pretty in them. who hands are so warm, they make hell seem cold. who loves his bed, but finds it hard to sleep when you’re with him. who’ll stay up way past his bedtime, having late night conversations with with his one and only. who just smiles when you fall asleep, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sleeping alongside you.
eijiro kirishima, who apologizes the moment he thinks he’s being too much or if its too soon. who doesn’t want to assume where this is going, or what you two are. who doesn’t just have a feeling- who knows he’s in love. who wonders if you are too, and who lets you kiss away his worries and doubts. who you swear to marry if he keeps this shit up. <3
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real-hot-grl-shi · 2 months ago
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Why is there so many damn smut fics of kirishima BRO HE WOULD NOT PUT YOU IN A MATING PRESS HE WOULD WATCH MOVIES AND PLAY GAMES WITH YOU.
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MY POOR BABY 😭😭😭😭
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ALSO ONE MORE THING THIS NGA ISNT A PUPPY. HES A DOBERMAN.
I just want a cute fluff fic of how he slowly falls in love with a girl in the support course and sometimes skips class to hang out with her (totally not targeted to my oc)
GUYS COME ON
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serendipitous-girl · 4 months ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
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⊱✿⊰ summary: you can't sleep and kirishima helps you
⊱✿⊰ warnings: insomnia due to quirk, this is a request so this is specified towards the requester, also it is implied reader has unmedicated adhd
⊱✿⊰ notes: it should be fluffy I think. Idk man It will also be short probably.
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Kirishima woke up, which was very strange. Well the strange part was that it was in fact 2 in the morning and Kirishima has never had trouble sleeping through the night before.
Even still, he decided to get out of bed and head to the common room to get a glass of water. As he got closer, he noticed the sounds of the TV on. How weird...why was anyone awake? Having a good sleep schedule is very manly.
"Hey? Anyone out here?" He called out, eyes darting around the room until they landed on his girlfriend in the middle of the room. She was curled up with blankets, her phone in one hand and eyes on the TV.
He walked towards the couch and sat behind her (she was sitting on the floor in front of the TV). "Baby, why're you awake?"
She jumped around, a gasp escaping her lips before she realized it was just Kirishima, her boyfriend.
"Oh, hey! Wanna watch some cartoons? Wait, Kiri, why are you awake?" She asked, moving from the floor to sitting beside him on the couch. He could already tell what she wanted: cuddles from her boyfriend, even if she wouldn't ask for it.
Kirishima wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, letting her rest her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, twirling the strands.
"I just woke up randomly. But you never answered why you're awake." He said, giving her a slight suspicious look, " Plus it seems like you've been awake for awhile."
She paused for awhile, not seeming like she wanted to say. Her eyes watched the floor and her hands interlocked together.
Finally she spoke, "sometimes with my powers, I take too much energy from the sun and I'm too awake to fall asleep."
He nodded and brought her to cuddle with him once more, as he thought about what to do. What was something that could help her sleep?
While he contemplated what to do, he continued to pet her hair, letting her rest her head on his chest. She could feel the soft rise and fall caused by his breathing, the gentle exhales escaping his lips.
When he looked down at her, to his surprise, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled softly, amused he no longer had to find a solution to her sleep. Then of course, per the manly thing to do, he carefully picked her up and carried her to her dorm.
She had left the door unlocked which in hindsight was not a smart decision (especially with Mineta running around) however Kirishima tucked his girlfriend into bed. He kissed her cheek and locked the door behind him.
He hoped she wouldn't have this issue again, but Kirishima knew he was more than willing to help her throughout the night, every night, if needed. He would do anything for his girlfriend.
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kitkat13001 · 14 days ago
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ִ ࣪𖤐 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐
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˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 - 𝟷
[ a my hero academia hunger games au ]
>> masterlist
>> brief mentions of violence, murder etc
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i remember the first time i saw katsuki bakugou on the television. 
the only other tributes who had been picked were those of district one. they were both promising, the girl tall and lithe, and the boy strong and sturdy. but when the cameras switched to district two, he was the one who caught my eye. 
everyone’s eyes, i think. he was only fifteen, but he was tall and he looked strong. more than that, he looked fierce. 
he stomped up to the stage to take the place of the boy who had been called previously, izuku something. he was a small, freckled boy, yelling “kacchan!” over and over as bakugou took the stage without sparing him a glance. 
fifteen is young to volunteer, even in district two. but his fierce red eyes stared directly into the camera—at me and the thousands of other citizens watching—as if to say don’t you dare count me out.
i sat at home, watching the games before the games unfold. i was fifteen then too, clutching on to maxine’s hands as we watched everything. 
the tribute parade, the training scores, the interviews, everything. 
his angle was clear from the beginning: he was a fighter. he answered all of present mic’s questions in a short, clipped tone. his responses were always straightforward and blunt, never elaborating on anything longer than necessary. 
he’d scored a solid ten in training, and while it was impressive for sure, it was no surprise. 
once the games started, it was no surprise that he won, either. 
i also remember the first time i saw eijirou kirishima on television. he wasn’t truly remarkable at the beginning—built broad and sturdy like most of the tree-choppers in seven, with long black hair pulled back save for bangs hanging in his redwood eyes.
it wasn’t until his stylist got ahold of him that people began to take notice of him. they’d dyed his hair bright red and spiked it up into horns, like the branches of a great tree. at the tribute parade, he rode tall and strong, projecting the image of some fae forest king. nature fashion was all the buzz in the capitol that year.
he ended up scoring a nine in training, incredible for someone in an outlying district. a nine from a non-career district is practically a career’s ten. he was a fierce fighter too, strong and brave all throughout. he never went looking for a fight, but when one came his way he would obliterate whoever was in his path.
it was a compelling games to watch that year, but somewhat heartbreaking. kirishima was a just person, and a close ally of his was brutally murdered towards the end. it was the twisted motivation he had needed to go over the edge and win it for good. 
those two games, back to back, were the most recent—and the most memorable. 
but one of the most vivid things i remember though, better than both of those times—even though i’ve tried hard to forget—was the day i was called in the reaping. 
i remember standing on the pier by the docks where district four gathers for the reaping, watching on the big televisions, the camera crews perched on the buildings, holding tightly to my mother’s and older sister’s hands until we’re forced apart by the peacekeepers who direct me to stand with the rest of the elegible youth. 
we must look like the sardines that are sold in the market, lined up, packed tightly, and wide-eyed. except the sardines are already dead, and two of us here are just awaiting our fates. 
i am eighteen this year, as of the 27th of april. this is the last year i will be eligible for the hunger games. in an hour, i may very well be sitting at home, celebrating as my mother cries tears of relief that both of her children are finally safe from this nightmare called the hunger games. 
my heart is pounding as the sick ceremony commences, as the treaty of treason is read and the history of panem is retold. 
i stare at the glass balls with the names inside. the one on the left is the girls. 
the name anelisa atlacoya is written on seven slips inside. seven slips out of thousands. 
i have never taken out tesserae, on instruction from maxine and my mother. my sister did it a few times, because there was a recession in the fishing industry a few years back and i was still too young to help on the docks and my mother was suffering from the fish flu. but her name was never called and my mother recovered quickly and i took on extra jobs fishing and weaving nets and diving for clams. 
besides, taking out tesserae is fairly uncommon in district four. we are counted as a ‘career’ district, where we are better fed, better trained, poverty less common. some people train to volunteer in the reaping. it’s not as common as in districts one and two, but it still happens on occasion. district four has a strong sense of loyalty and justice and community, and the stronger will sometimes volunteer if someone very young or very weak is called. 
i’m pulled from my thoughts as the escort for the district four tributes announces that the selection is beginning. 
we don’t really believe in the ‘ladies first’ approach like a lot of the other districts, so we alternate every year which tribute is picked first. 
this year, it’s the boys. 
“tenya iida.”
tenya iida. i’ve heard that name before. my head turns in the crowd along with everyone else, searching for this boy who will represent district four this year. 
his face is stony, grim determination in his eyes. i recognize him from around the docks, his family owns a large boat-reparation business. he’s quite tall and broad-shouldered, very strong looking. a contender for sure, no one volunteering to take his place as he marches dutifully up to the stage. 
“and now, for the girls.”
my breath hitches, palms sweating heavily. i wipe them on my shorts but it does little to help. 
time feels frozen, every move taking ten times longer than normal as i watch the announcer reach into the glass ball and pull the name out. the static of the microphone stirs something in my stomach and i’m glad i didn’t eat a heavy lunch. 
i hold my breath as the announcer’s mouth moves to read the name off the slip of paper. 
every girl next to me tenses up, all of us thinking the same thing. 
please don’t be me. 
all of them are right. it’s not them. 
“anelisa atlacoya.”
i freeze. every head in the crowd turns to me and i will myself to take the breath i’d been holding to prevent myself from passing out. 
anelisa. when was the last time someone called me anelisa? my mom probably, years ago if she was really mad. or a teacher, back in school. 
the name is repeated and it clicks now in my brain. that’s me. i will be representing district four in the hunger games this year. 
i steel myself, masking every trace of panic, fear, or the sickness i feel in my stomach as i part the crowd to walk up to the stage. 
i hear a choked sob and i find maxine standing with my mother in the crowd. the sob was my mother. maxine’s eyes are pained and she’s biting her lip so hard i see a trickle of blood. she wants to volunteer, maybe, i see it in her eyes. but she’s twenty, two years past the age of eligibility. 
maxine would have been a contender. she’s taller than me, built more sturdily. stronger. 
but i am eighteen, and i am fit and healthy and fed. i look out past the crowd and i know no one will volunteer. 
“the tributes from district four!”
there’s the obligatory clapping, but the ringing in my ears prevents me from hearing it. 
i stand tall, as tall as i can and i try to keep my face straight. i am being televised to the entirety of panem right now, and i cannot afford to make myself look weak. 
my jaw is clenched so hard i’m afraid it’ll break. i don’t hear a word being said until the escort gestures for us to shake hands. 
i meet tenya’s eyes, stormy and blue like the ocean in a tempest. i pray to poseidon almighty that my hand isn’t shaking when i reach out. tenya’s grip is solid and warm and i feel bad for a second because my palms are sweaty and clammy, but we separate after a firm shake. 
what a strange ritual, i think. we’re wishing each other luck in killing the other, in killing twenty-three other kids to ensure our journey home. 
well, tenya iida, i think. good luck. it seems the odds aren’t quite in our favor. 
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unofficialsapphire · 10 months ago
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NAME: YUME HOSHINO
HERO NAME: STARLIGHT
BACKGROUND STORY: The moment Yume gotten her quirk she was ecstatic as she is one step away from reaching her dreams, to be a hero. With her supportive parents she have, she wanted to make them proud and strived to be the best hero she can be until a chaos broke into her city where she had lost both of her parents and almost cost her life. Though she was saved by a certain hero, Endeavor, she wasn't safe from the quirk abused from her foster parents, who made her used her quirk for their own self-interest.
Yume was welcomed by a quirkless family, where they only rely on their combat skills. Living in the village and away from the city where villains are less likely to appear. She grow up only learning her combats skills and her dream of being a hero was long forgotten.
That was until she had to witness losing her family in front of her eyes again, helplessly.
She vowed to protect people from the evil doers, this time with her quirk and her combat skills and UA is the perfect place where she will understand how powerful her quirk is.
QUIRK: Her quirk is STAR. She could do things, star-like. She could ignite star flames in her hand using it as physical attack and manipulation of energy.
Personality: Due to her quirk, star, that gives hope, she's always optimistic, outgoing and friendly.
Love Interest: She had a huge crush on Todoroki Shoto but her first love is Kirishima Eijiro.
Bestfriend: Her bestfriend is Kansatoki, always there to hype her up whenever she's down, "Ha! I bet Kansa didn't expect that we would be best of friends! and Here we are years later! Just look at our selfie below!"
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Artwork Commissioned by @kurumi-igarashi
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thepresentmic · 4 months ago
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hypothetically how would you feel about a 3-part kiribaku x reader mini series?
part 1 - kirishima x reader
part 2 - bakugo x reader
part 3 - kiribaku x reader
thoughts? 👀
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takingchences · 10 months ago
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𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟗
A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc
Warnings: mature language
series masterlist + my masterlist
After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.
He looks like a freshly dead mummy.
She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.
He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.
Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in. Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.
From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.
He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to and his laid back attitude put her at ease.
He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.
After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.
Sent 8:03pm
Hey hotshot
Sent 8:06pm
The fuck
Sent 8:08pm
How the fuck did you get this number
Sent 8:09pm
I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six
Sent 8:09pm
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS
Sent 8:10pm
If I told you I'd have to kill you
Sent 8:11
I'd kill you first
Sent 8:12pm
Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am
Sent 8:13pm
Fuck you
Sent 8:13pm
How the hell did you get my number
Sent 8:15pm
I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse
Sent 8:16pm
FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS
Sent 8:16pm
That's kinky
Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.
Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.
It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.
Sent 8:21pm
I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you
Sent 8:21pm
Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick
Sent 8:21pm
Train with me
Sent 8:23pm
The fuck
Sent 8:25pm
You know that's not technically a question right?
Sent 8:26pm
Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am
Sent 8:26pm
Fuck off
Sent 8:27pm
You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya
Sent 8:27pm
YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU
Sent 8:28pm
Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou
Sent 8:29pm
FUCK OFF
Sent 8:31pm
Lmao
Sent 8:31pm
Good night hotshot
The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.
"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"
¸☾⋆*・゚¸☾⋆*・゚¸☾⋆*
Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.
First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.
He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.
They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.
That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."
One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.
He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.
Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"
"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"
"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"
"Shut the fu-"
"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."
Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."
Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing. "How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.
"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.
"... which one."
Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!
Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"
His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"
"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."
She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.
She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"
The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."
Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.
It was different, to say the least.
She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?
Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"
"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.
After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.
"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."
He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.
She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.
Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...
Peaceful.
After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.
Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.
"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.
"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.
"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."
Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling. They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.
"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.
"The hell...?"
Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"
Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.
But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.
"Bakugou?"
He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?
Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."
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They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.
One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.
She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.
"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"
"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.
"Bakugou, duh."
"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.
Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.
Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed him. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.
"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."
Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break.
She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival. "You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"
It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.
"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."
A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.
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sukislady · 2 years ago
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Can I request how the MHA boys would react if you like demanded there hoodie cause you were tired and wanted to cuddle but they were busy? Idk if that makes sense ❤️❤️❤️ I just think you capture their personalities really well
• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ “your hoodie, plz” ♡ ˎˊ ˗
𐚁̸ featuring .i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari, e. kirishima, h. sero
𐚁̸ scenario .while waiting for your boyfriend to get done with whatever he’s doing, you start to feel sleepy. you tell them to come cuddle but they can’t and tell you no. a word you despise. so you do what you do best. demand compensation. their new hoodie.
𐚁̸ warnings .fluff, f!reader, cursing, brattiness, the boys are so tired of their partner
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mmiimmssyy · 2 years ago
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Little Minji is Red Riot's #1 fan and hand-delivers her first fanmail to him after keeping it stuffed in her pocket for weeks (in case she could run into him on patrol).
Just a little continuation from my last comic about her. I'm just out here projecting my Red Riot Appreciation.
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simplyraeblue · 3 months ago
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Shooting for Mercury art dump! thanks to AI and procreate editing
ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Eijiro Kirishima fanfic posted on Wattpad and AO3
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atenea14 · 3 months ago
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Chapter 1: A New Path
In the Wake of Heroes
Soulmates AU
Pairing: Katsuki x Eijiro x Shoto x Izuku x OC (not physically described though)
Warnings: Season 7 spoilers, events of the anime not represented accurately, soulmates AU, slow burn, not beta read, nothing else for now.
Word count: 5.4k
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This is Amemiya Noa, in a dramatic turn of events, the combined forces of our top heroes have successfully subdued the notorious villains All For One and Shigaraki Tomura. The battle, which raged across the country, saw intense clashes that pushed both heroes and villains to their limits. While the victory marks a significant triumph for justice, it comes at
Someone turns off the TV, while everybody is glad the nightmare is coming to and end nobody feels like celebrating while waiting in the waiting room of the hospital reserved for heroes. 
Saya’s POV: 
My muscles feel like they weigh nothing yet all my body feels heavy and I cannot move, I’m not sure how that even makes sense. I want to open my eyes but I’m too stunned to react, someone comes and goes because I hear voices although I can’t understand what they’re saying. It’s too much and I fall back into my slumber without even noticing. 
The next time I recover consciousness I’m able to open my eyes and slowly take in my surroundings, it looks like I’m in a hospital room. Someone speaks and it takes me a while to realise that is my father who’s calling for a doctor. It is not until that night that I fully recover control and I’m able to sit up in bed, dad fills me in, we’ve won, well for now. Their villain network needs to be fully dismantled and I’m already itching to be a part of the investigation team, it was the deal I made with the national agency in exchange for my intervention. I also get notified that some heroes have been severely injured and some have had their limbs torn off. A couple of doctors approach me to know if I’d be willing to try and completely regenerate the limbs with my dual quirk and I find myself as excited to do that as I am to help intel services. The next couple of days pass quickly, luckily my injuries could be healed thanks to Recovery Girl and I could focus on experimenting with the doctors on limb regeneration. 
Some days later an announcement was made to the heroes involved.
Thanks to Saya's quirk, we can now fully regenerate human limbs. The procedure will involve her healing abilities to precisely repair and reconstruct damaged tissues and bones, complemented by advanced regenerative technology that supports cellular integration and function. This approach will restore not only the physical structure but also the functional capabilities of the limb. We anticipate that patients will achieve full recovery and regain complete limb functionality within 4 to 8 months, depending on the injury's severity and individual healing response. 
I frown upon hearing the cheerful voices of the doctors.
- It sounds amazing but… it’s still completely experimental, we’re going to experiment with living persons, what if I end up creating an amorphic mass of human tissue? -
- The heroes will be warned and their participation in the program is voluntary. Actually we already have the first candidate. - I change my weight from one foot to the other and slightly tilt my head. 
- Who?- The doctor gives me a soft smile. 
- Curiously enough, your favourite hero who now claims she’s your number one fan, Mirko - My heart starts to race thinking I’ll be able to really talk to her and by the expressions of the doctors I haven’t concealed my excitement at all. 
- Come on let’s go see her. - 
I follow them to her hospital room, there’s a lot of people in the hallway and I can see a bunch of famous heroes roaming around but I don’t care a lot about them at the moment, the fact that my first patient will be her makes me have crippling anxiety. 
It has to go well. But she’s really injured, it is a difficult case for starters, what were they thinking? Someone with a minor injury like a lost finger would be more appropriate. Oh my god what am I going to do? 
- Hey kid, don’t tell me I scare you more than Shigaraki? You looked fearless back then but now you’re as white as my hair.- What? I focus my gaze again and realise Mirko is in a bed in front of me and everybody is looking at me. 
- Uhm… No I…- The head doctor lightly pats me on the back and smiles. 
- She’s a great fan of yours so she must be nervous. - I somehow manage to regain my composure and interrupt the small talk they are all making. 
- That’s not true. - A dead silence follows my statement and I realise how it must have sounded. - I mean, I am your fan and I am excited to meet you but I’m worried about the procedure. I’m aware you’ve given your informed consent but the extent of your injuries is one of the most severe so starting with your case is probably not the best idea. - 
- That’s fine I don’t have much to lose and if you can heal me you’ll surely be ready to care for the rest of the injured ones so you’ll learn a lot with me. - Mirko gives me a big smile while she points a finger at herself. 
- But…- 
- Well, Saya’s concern is valid. That's why we will start with your hands, move to other heroes and once the procedure succeed has been confirmed we’ll try with your leg. Does that sound good to everybody?.- Mirko agrees and the medical staff leaves to start preparing the room. 
- Come, sit with me.- Mirko points to the bed with her head and I do what she wants. - Come on, don't be so stiff, I… You don’t know how much you mean to me right now. Your presence on the battlefield has been crucial. I'm sure there would have been irreparable damage if it weren’t for you. And now I have the hope of a second chance because you have a crazy quirk. If this ends in disaster I’ll still be eternally glad, so just do your best and don’t worry about anything else, yes?.- Once she stops speaking I look at her and she starts laughing, if I was blushing before now I’m cosplaying a tomato. I exhale, chuckle a little and nod.
- Okay. It will go well. - 
- Of course it will! You’re really cute I promise to give you a bone crushing hug as soon as I can. - I smile to myself. 
- Or we could fight.- She gets confused and I point at myself, then at her - You, me and a training ring.- I smile and nod while she bursts laughing. 
- It’s a promise. - A nurse enters the room and says that the room is ready. 
This first session has been exhausting, a lot of hours have passed and we’ve managed to reconstruct one of her hands, the doctors say it looks good so I’m thriving but I’m so tired… my eyes can’t seem to focus and while I lose my balance I feel a sharp pain. 
- Hello! Good evening sleeping beauty. - What? I center my gaze and realise that the white blurr is Mirko who’s sitting by my bed. 
- What are you doing here? You should be resting.- 
- And I am resting! I just happen to do so by your side. You fainted after the operation was finished, it seems your body is still too weak to endure a prolonged use of your quirk without consequences so the rest of your interventions have been postponed. -
- I see. And how are you feeling? - 
- It’s really weird, I’ll still need some sessions with the surgeons for my hand to be ready and then I’ll need physiotherapy but I’ve been told that the evolution is favourable so far so I’m really happy! - I smile at her.
- Your energy is contagious, I already feel better. Thanks for making me company. - 
- Don’t thank me, is the least I could do. By the way your father has been here all day but about an hour ago he had to leave for work. He's an agent of some kind, isn't he? - 
- Yes, he is. He works in national security. - 
- Oh, that explains why his colleagues were borderline harassing him for coming in to work. They are overwhelmed with work right now. Well, don’t worry I won’t go anywhere. -
An hour later Mirko has fallen asleep in the wheelchair it doesn’t look comfortable so I ask a nurse to get her to her room. Taking advantage of the fact that I'm alone, I go to the hospital food machine, I'm a bit hungry and it will be good to stretch my legs. I move slowly because my whole body still hurts, the corridors are still as lively as yesterday and today I do pay attention to the stares I'm attracting yet I ignore them all. Luckily the food machine is in a much quieter corner so I can stand up, lean against the wall and sigh deeply as I bring a hand to my chest. The walk is proving to be more strenuous than I thought. Once my heart rate has slowed down I just walk over to the machine and stare at it, trying to decide what I want to eat. Someone clears his throat behind me and I'm startled out of my wits. I haven't heard anyone approaching so I turn around abruptly and because of that the stabbing pain runs through me again and I lose my balance. 
Someone clears his throat behind me and I'm startled out of my wits. I haven't heard anyone approaching so I turn around abruptly and because of that the stabbing pain runs through me again and I lose my balance. Immediately I feel many hands grabbing me so that I don't fall, at that moment I feel a torrent of energy enveloping us and a blinding light appears in our midst. The hands grip me tighter and after a few seconds I come to my senses. I look around me and see four guys just as confused as I am, I recognise two from the battlefield. They are all very close to me, still holding me. I lean on the arm of one of them to regain my stability. 
- Ahm... thanks I guess? Have you used your quirk?-  They all look at me completely confused and slowly let go of me. 
- I thought it was you. - A boy with red hair looks at me very intensely. 
- I didn't activate my quirk. -They also deny having used their powers. 
- So what was that? - This time the boy with heterochromia speaks. 
- Are you all idiots or what? - That's the guy I fought Shigaraki with, the one with a knack for explosions. I stare at him in confusion, why is he being so rude?
- Kacchan... - The other guy I fought with tries to calm him down. 
- You've noticed it too, haven't you? How can they be so slow? - Oh... oh no, no no no no no. It's not possible. This wasn’t a soulmate activation moment was it? Is this a bad thing? Is this a good thing? But it's very unexpected and which one of them is my soul mate? Are all four of them? What's supposed to happen now? Oh, my anxiety is getting out of control again. Too many emotions in such a short time, I need some fresh air. 
- Oh stop it Katsuki. - 
- Ah? You don’t tell me what to do shit hair. - 
- Are you alright? - The green haired boy and the one with heterochromia look at me concerned while the red hair smacks ‘Katsuki’ on the back of his head.
- Look at her you dumbass. - The moment is getting more chaotic by the second and we had attracted a small crowd. I turn around so I can get out of there but again I get a pinch and my knees give out, I feel them grabbing me again but this time it's only the people who weren't arguing who help me. 
- Are you OK, can you hear us? - The boy I fought with is the one who asks me. 
- Yeah just... I just need some fresh air. I want to go outside. - I finally manage to speak and in a moment I'm being pulled up in some arms princess style. 
- Kacchan be careful! - 
- I have it but she said she wants to get out of here and clearly she can't walk. I'm just going to carry her. - He stops talking for a second and stares at me very intently. - Is it okay if I carry you?- I stare dumbfounded for a few seconds until I nod. 
After that everyone starts to walk and we get closer to the small crowd, I don't know where to put myself, I'm ashamed to call attention this way, without noticing I grab the boy's t-shirt, I clench my fist and I hook as much as I can to him. In response he pulls me tighter to him and looks at me as he keeps walking. 
- Look at me. The others are just extras. - It's incredibly self-centered, but it's still comforting. 
- Shoto - 
- Not now father. - 
Before I know it we’re all in the back garden of the hospital. The area is suspiciously empty but I don’t pay much attention to it. He gently sets me down on a bench and I take the moment to bask in the soft rays of the afternoon sun. I’m completely calmed now. 
- I’m sorry I… - The green haired boy frantically moves his hands in a negative moment. 
- No no no it’s okay… It’s been a shock for us as well. - We all fall into a weird silence before the guy with heterochromia breaks it. 
- So… That was really…? - He clears his throat. - I mean… We’re soulmates right? 
- Yes - Katsuki speaks in a more softer voice. - Are you feeling any better? - 
- Yes, I am thank you. - I give him a soft smile and he just nods and averts his eyes. 
- What do we do now? - The red haired boy asks but nobody answers straight away. My voice makes them all look back at me again making my nervousness increase. 
- Uhm… I don’t know what we should do but I’d like to know your names. - I fidget with my hands while talking. The smiles that the red and green haired guys give me ease my nerves. 
- Of course! I’m Midoriya Izuku, my hero name is Deku and I study at the UA, well we all do. - Before I can answer he starts rumbling a lot of information but luckily the other bubbly guy puts a hand in his shoulder and interrupts him. 
- That’s fine Izuku. My name is Kirishima Eijiro also known as Red Riot but I’d like you to call me by my given name, not but my hero one. - I gently smile at him but my attention is quickly diverted. 
- I’m Todoroki Shoto, my hero name is also Shoto so you don’t have much choice. - That makes me chuckle. 
- Really? You weren’t inspired at all? - He gives me a soft smile.
- I couldn’t imagine myself being called something else than my name. - 
- Well I like it, it’s a pretty name. - Shoto blushes while Eijiro points at himself. 
- What do you think about my name? - 
- It’s pretty too and your hero name really matches your style. - He grins even more. 
- Right? Is so man…- The one who carried me interrupts him by putting one hand in his face. 
- I’m Bakugo Katsuki also called Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. - That surprises me and I chuckle while answering.
- That’s surprisingly long. - 
- And literally nobody calls him that, his hero name is just Dynamight. - Katsuki frowns at this and clenches his fist.
- Ah? Do you want to pick a fight shit hair? - Eijiro doesn’t seems to mind the moniker and starts bickering with him. The situation is so transcendental in our lives yet the moment is being so stupid I cannot help it and I burst out laughing out loud, they all stare at me and they chuckle a little while Katsuki seems to pout. 
- I’m sorry I… My name is Yukine Saya and I don’t have a hero name because I don’t want to be one. - They all look at me as if I had grown another head.
- Too late for you then. - I tilt my head at Katsuki not understanding. - You should have thought of that before throwing yourself in the middle of the battle of the century. - 
- Well but that doesn’t make me a hero. I was just doing what I was asked to do. - 
- But you put yourself in danger to help other people! That’s what heroes do, you don’t need anything else to be one. - Izuku seems really agitated for some reason, his statement confuses me but I don’t pay much attention to it.
- Anyway I’m not planning on making any public appearances so people won’t know me. - They all look at me with somber faces. 
- And would that be a bad thing? For people to know you? - Shoto quietly asks. 
- Yes, it would interfere with my life goals. - 
- And what are those? - This time it is Izuku who asks. 
- I’d like to enter the interpol, as an agent and center my career pursuing serial killers and organised crime so I need an anonymous identity. - Their stern hardens more. - What? Is there a problem? - They look at each other not knowing what to say until Izuku speaks.
- Well… you’ll see your achievements and your face are all over the internet. People love you… - 
- What? For real? Has a lot of people seen it? - 
- It’s gone completely viral. I’m sorry. - Although Katsuki speaks in a gentle voice his attempt fails at making this better for me. The anxiety that had dissipated suddenly comes back only that is worse this time and I cover my face with my hands while I bend down to rest my head between my knees. 
- It’s alright… we are with you now. - Someone rubs my back and after some time I raise my head and I wipe some tears with my hands. 
- I’m fine, don’t worry. - I realise that Eijiro has sat down by my side and he’s the one caressing me.
- Don’t lie, you are shaking. You aren’t fine. - I haven’t realised I was shaking until Katsuki pointed it out. 
- It’s just… this weeks have been crazy and I just have a lot of emotions to process. It’s alright. - Katsuki frowns at me. 
- No it’s not, your dream has been jeopardised, that's not ok and you can be sincere about it. I know I'd be losing it. - 
- I’m… - I find myself dumbfounded and start shaking more. Katsuki sits on my other side and he an Eijiro hug me tightly. I didn’t realise how much I needed a hug until that moment and I start sobbing, my breathing becomes more ragged by the moment. Izuku kneels down before me and gently places a hand on one knee an rubs it while Shoto approaches me and caresses the top of my head while he keeps standing. He softly rearranges my hair so it’s not in my face and caresses my cheek. I feel overwhelmed with all the sudden attention but I also feel a weird sense of calmness. Nobody says anything until my anxiety attack calms down and now I’m just whimpering. 
- Oh my what a great first impression I’m giving. - All of them squeeze me tighter upon hearing me. 
- Well you did give us a hell of a first impression kicking Shigaraki’s ass. - I look at Katsuki and he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. 
- That’s true! So don’t worry about today, we understand. - Know my focus is on Izuku, he has such a gentle gaze. He looks like a puppy. 
- I know it’s a lot to process but I think you can still achieve your dreams but maybe not in the way you expected. - I look at Shoto.
- What do you mean? - I lightly tilt my head to the side and accidentally head bump Eijiro. - Ouch, I’m sorry.- I rub my head while apologising, he just laughs. 
- That’s fine! I’m unbreakable, a meak bump won’t do me anything! - Izuku is not the only one with golden retriever energy. I gently smile at him while he grins at me. 
- I think Icy Hot is right. - 
- Yes! Heroes save people so you can still work in that field, plus that’s teamwork and there are a lot of positions needed to be filled so there’s more than the anonymous agent one. - My heart beat starts to calm down, what they are saying makes sense. 
- And you still can go undercover missions, if needed you’ll find a way. There’s a lot of technology and some people have quirks that alter appearances. In a big agency there is probably someone who has an ability like that. - Of course, how silly of me. 
- So I just need to readapt my plans to find a new path to achieve it…- They all grin at me and Katsuki pats my head. 
- Yes! And now we are here to help you too. - Katsuki keeps cheering me up. 
- You know you can learn a lot by being a hero so it would be really beneficial for you! - Izuku starts rumbling again about training and the UA. - Oh by the way I don’t understand how your quirk works. It’s a combined one isn’t it? It seems amazing! - He keeps looking at me with hopeful eyes and I’m aware that all of them are extremely curious about my answer but I just look down and fidget with my hands. 
- Uhm… I’m not supposed to talk about it. I’m… a lot of people close to me have close relationships with security agencies and so some things happened and my quirk is now confidential… I’m sorry… I’ll… I’ll ask if I can tell you. - I don’t dare to look back up. 
- We understand, it’s okay. We’ve just met after all, let’s not rush anything. - Shoto gently reassures me. 
Before we can keep talking a nurse with a wheelchair comes to find me and asks me to go with her for a general check-up. This time it is Eijiro the one who helps me move and sit in the chair. While the nurse is dragging me away I look back at them and realise they're all staring at me so I blush and quickly avert my eyes while the nurse chuckles.
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with-my-calamitous-love · 5 months ago
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I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU
shinso x reader
thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.
inspired by backburner
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hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.
hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.
hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.
hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?
hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.
hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.
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slayfics · 11 months ago
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Eijiro visits Yume on her birthday.
A very happy birthday to @unofficialmuilover!! I hope you enjoy the fic! Thank you for always indulging me and my delusions~
Artwork by the amazing @cloudymistedskies
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Yume sighed as she scrolled through her phone. Another birthday message that was all too familiar.
Happy birthday! So sorry we can't celebrate right away due to the holidays! But can't wait to see you soon though!
Yume knew it wasn't anyone's fault her birthday was during the busiest month of the year, but- it never felt any better. Birthdays were supposed to be the one day out of the year for you to do whatever you wanted with who you wanted. However, that was never true for Yume.
Birthday gifts were often combined with Christmas gifts, and all the promises to celebrate later always faded after the New Year finally came in.
Whatever, it's nothing new i'm used to it... Yume told herself. But the truth was- it hurt the same. The same amount that it did every year. To top it off, she was spending her birthday online shopping for others. It was the only free time she had to pick out Christmas gifts.
Yume jumped slightly when her doorbell rang, and made her way over to he door expecting it to be her food delivery, but was shocked by the sight of a freezing Eijiro when she opened the door.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He said, the biggest smile spreading on his face. Eijiro had one hand tucked warmly into his sweater pocket, and the other held out a wrapped gift for Yume to take. The scarf around his neck barely covered his frozen red cheeks.
"Kirishima?" Yume exclaimed shocked.
"I know- sorry I should have called. I'm sure you're very busy on your birthday- but I had to stop by! Here take it," Eijiro said shaking the gift slightly at Yume.
"Oh-," Yume's cheeks blushed as she reached out to grab the gift.
"Ok, well see ya later! I'll let you get back to your celebrating!" Eijiro said, showing his sharp teeth again in a smile before turning away.
"WAIT!" Yume called a little too loudly.
"Hu?" Eijiro turned around.
Yume stuttered trying to make up an excuse," You um- you look freezing! Come inside to warm up before you go." She said.
"Oh- no, I don't want to be any trouble. I know you're busy," He said.
"I'm not busy...," Yume said, the sadness finally showing in her eyes.
"Hu? But it's your birthday. I'm sure you've got plenty of people celebrating with you," He said. As sweet as Eijiro was, sometimes his naivety made things worse. Yume's eyes started to sparkle at Eijiro's words. She wished she was busy. She wished she had so many people coming over she didn't have time to spend with everyone.
"Oh man, did I say something wrong?" Eijiro asked, concerned lacing his voice as a tear dropped from Yume's eye. "Oh crap- what's wrong are you ok??" Eijiro said rushing over to her.
"I'm fine- it's just stupid," Yume said, rubbing her eyes.
"No no no, it's not stupid. I'm sure it's not, come on let's get inside like you said it's freezing out here," Eijro said, gently pulling Yume inside her apartment and closing the door. "Talk to me Yume, what could be bumming you out on your birthday?" He asked.
"Ugh," Yume exclaimed frustrated, she didn't want to cry about it. It wasn't anyone's fault- but it sucked. It sucked a lot- and talking about it was hard. "Everyone is always just too busy around this time of year to even celebrate with me..." Yume said softly, as Eijiro wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Oh... I see..." Eijiro said, looking down at the floor. "Wait what about Kansa?" He asked.
"She is out of town on a mission," Yume said.
"Oh...." Eijiro said as he began to rack his brain on how to make things better. "Well- I'm not busy today! Let's do all your favorite stuff! Um-don't tell me I remember... you like camping right! Yeah, let's go camping!" Eijiro said excitedly.
Yume laughed at his enthusiasm, "Kirishima, it's snowing!"
"Oh... well maybe we can get a cabin then? That's kind of like camping right?!" He suggested.
"A cabin? This last minute? I don't think that would work out... but... I ordered some food... would you- want to stay and eat with me?" Yume asked.
"Of course!" Kirishima said happily. "Maybe you can pick out one of your favorite movies too? That's the perfect activity for a cold snowy day! I can even make hot chocolate for us!"
Yume felt her heart flutter at his adorable shark smile and for the first time- in a long time- thought that maybe this would be a good birthday. One to try and remember instead of forgetting.
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satorisoup · 3 months ago
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some silly kirene selfship texts !! :>
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he’s so scrunkly… i love my eiji </3 SOB !! T^T
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