#hagakure is glowing!

[bumfuzzled-bee]

Extremely serious workout session <3

[animaticx]

Got my mojo back.

I don’t believe I’ve ever successfully drawn my prison!Yasuhiro.

Extra-

5 murder charges and he still wants those square ass burgers

[imglowinginthedarkness]

12 :] <3

oh MAN dude im gonna be honest i actually dont know what characters specifically that i love that are unpopular...! maybe uhhh.... travis phelps from sally face? i mean he's literally a homophobe and the trope of the "closet gay who bullies the person they have feelings for out of shame and internal homophobia" is something that can def be overused (especially if meant as basically an excuse for said homophobe's homophobic actions) so i wouldn't be surprised if some people weren't a fan. i think he's just fuckin fascinating though and has SO much potential for development and improvement and i really wish we saw more of him in the game !!!!!!! but its okay i have a 40k word ongoing fanfic where i can dump my feelings abt him (＊๑˘◡˘)

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

Bnha x dp Headcanons:

Danny absolutely loves to spend time with Tokoyami because he just gets his dead jokes and dark humour (and reminds him of Sam who he misses)

When he takes the entrance exam he's overwhelmed with the need to protect everyone even though he's 80% sure UA wouldn't actually put them in any real danger. His obsession doesn't understand that though.

Midoriya has a field day learning about his 'quirk' and when he's finally revealed to be half dead he has a million questions about ghosts and the zone, Danny really enjoys talking about it because his parents don't listen and he is a scientist too damn it.

He bonds with Todoroki almost immediately because he knows what it's like to hate his power (ghostly wail) and he knows what it's like to not want to end up like someone. He ends up also bonding over some trauma about their home life later on.

He helps Uraraka with the nausea she gets because he's been there.

Eri reminds him of Dani and it caused him to have a breakdown when he was alone, he begged Clockwork to let him go home to see her.

During the first part of the sports festival he could have just created a portal or telported to the finish but he wanted to watch everyone so he flew over them and finished 4th.

Bakugou absolutely hates Danny because there's just something off about him that only HE is seeing apparently, he can feel him holding back in every fight and Bakugou can't help but get pissed off at that. When Danny's halfa status is revealed he loses most animosity he has towards him. (Because ofc Danny was holding back he's op as fuck)

Aizawa hates that his quirk doesn't get rid of any of Danny's and he hates how Danny is the type of hero to sacrifice himself to save the people he's saving (he has his hands full with Midoriya) when it comes up Danny had actually died he feels his blood run cold and Oboro flashes in his head.

When Danny started joking and doing quips in fights he gets mixed reactions but because he does them everyone enjoys watching. (Bakugou took that as a sign he wasn't trying hard enough)

Danny has chronic pain in his arm that touched the portal and has a glowing green lichtenberg figure that runs up to his shoulder. Sometimes he can still feel the electricity and it can send him into a panic attack.

^Kaminari makes an effort to never touch Danny after he found out about that, which makes Danny feel horrible because he knows how touchy the blonde is.

He sometimes just goes to Koda and sits with him in silence because his senses are getting overwhelmed and he has animals he can pet.

When Sato or Bakugou cooked for him the first time he made an off hand remark about how he's glad it didn't come to life and it made everyone freeze.

Mirio is in awe of how Danny can keep his senses and clothes when he's intangible and it made Danny realise how lucky he was. When he made Mirio intangible by touching him it made his day and then multiple people asked him if they can try it.

^He also gets asked if he can make them fly and invisible so they can experience it too.

Danny can make Hagakure visible because double invisibility evens out (idk just think it'll be fun), they tired it because Midoriya was curious of what would happen and it made Hagakure cry.

[karvroom]

School Outside of Heroism

There’s classes outside of Homeroom with Mr. Aizawa, right? So what is Class 1-A like in science, PE, English, Math, etc.?

includes: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Ochako Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Momo Yaoyorozu

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⟢ KATSUKI BAKUGO

✮ surprisingly really good at math

✮ constantly wants to compare math answers with whoever is sitting next to him. if the person’s answer was wrong, he would say “shits easy. what aren’t you getting?” then would proceed to show step by step how he got his correct answer.

✮ absolutely hates english and modern literature

✮ as much as he doesn’t enjoy reading, he’ll still try the material, but would often get confused by the jumble of words.

✮ faded sketches of pro heroes are scattered in his notes. they’re only faded because he erases them at the end of class to ensure no one would ever see them.

✮ during science, he would know every single answer when it came to anything regarding stars or planets. when he was a kid he had a major obsession with astronomy (even had the plastic glowing stars on his bedroom ceiling).

⟢ IZUKU MIDORIYA

✮ has definitely called All Might “dad” by accident when talking about him to Todoroki.

✮ has a hard time during anatomy because he’s too focused on the unit where they learn about quirks. he would bother the teacher everyday by asking questions about various different quirks.

✮ his notes are always disorganized, yet he somehow knows where the exact information he’s looking for is. to make it even worse, he doesn’t add any form of annotation—no highlighting, underlining, circling, etc.

✮ horrible hand writing.

✮ he keeps track of who’s absent in any class. the next day, he’ll give the person his notes of what they missed (even if they were unable to read his chicken scratch).

⟢ SHOTO TODOROKI

✮ neatest hand writing you’ll ever come across

✮ sneaks his phone under the desk just to text his mom/sister back when he knows he shouldn’t.

✮ the type to never ask for help in class from his classmates or the teacher, yet always gets a perfect grade on his assignments. when he does need help he’ll shyly ask Fuyumi for it.

✮ fell asleep in class one time and no one woke him up.

✮ you’ll find Midoriya as his partner in most classes

✮ his sister would find the time to make a large breakfast for the family every morning, but he always only eats a slice of toast or two strips of bacon.

⟢ DENKI KAMINARI

✮ used to always chew the tops of the erasers off of pencils.

✮ tries so hard to be the class clown (he is)

✮ always asks the group chat for class 1-a for the answers. when no one responds in the chat or Iida bites his head off for “not trying”, Sero would send him the answers in a private chat between them two.

✮ never has a pencil, yet keeps small knick knacks (fidget spinners, fidget cubes, small action figurines, etc.) in the front pocket of his backpack.

✮ Nike representative.

⟢ EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

✮ along with Iida, Kirishima is that one kid who shouts at the class to be quiet when the teacher is talking.

✮ a lot of girls outside of 1-A have a fat crush on him.

✮ lovesss taking culinary classes, even if he isn’t a great cook. he forced Kaminari to take them with him.

✮ struggles in math, but whenever he does get the correct answer he makes a big deal about it, showing it off to whoever is closest to him.

✮ very sociable; if he sees someone sitting by themselves, he’ll go up and ask if they want to sit with him or just plop in a seat next to them and strike up a conversation.

⟢ OCHAKO URARAKA

✮ finds dissecting any kind of animal in anatomy disgusting and forces Mina to do all the work.

✮ the one girl who is always out of her seat and socializing with everyone.

✮ is never seen alone. she’s always accompanied by midoriya, tsu, or hagakure.

✮ on the first day, when the teacher was calling names for attendance, she responded by saying “present”. Sero and Kaminari would not shut up about for the rest of the day.

⟢ TSUYU ASUI

✮ unable to dissect any animal during anatomy because…yk—so her and Uraraka make Mina do it.

✮best subject is history. she’s a history NUT when it comes to that class. she aces every quiz/exam. easily remembers dates of important events.

✮ teachers LOVE her, but she doesn’t feed into it (she doesn’t like being a teacher’s pet).

✮ never responds in the class 1-A group chat unless they are directly talking to her or something regarding her.

⟢ MOMO YAOYOROZU

✮ has every color highlighter she could ever need.

✮ carries a water bottle with her everywhere (stanley, hydroflask, etc.)

✮ has an extra tote bag that has all the essentials: hairbrush, hair ties, a book, an extra plastic water bottle, headphones, etc.

✮ freaks out when her grade goes below an A-

✮ ENGLISH QUEEN. loves reading and analyzing texts and speeches given by the teacher. she studies them even outside of class so whenever the teacher asks questions she’s always the first to answer.

✮ teacher’s pet but doesn’t acknowledge that fact

[aramynx]

HOW TO CATCH A BOYFRIEND...

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA X READER

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With an arm wrapped around your pillow, you allowed your chin to rest atop it, laying on your stomach with your phone help out in front of you, displaying your boyfriend’s contact. You missed him; it had been a as long day and you wanted nothing more than to lay on his chest to fall asleep.

Tonight’s mission: Get Eijiro to come over.

However, he was busy studying tonight. So, you came up with a plan to lure him into your dorm room for a couple of hours, at least.

Step One: Mood Lighting and Aesthetics.

You hopped out of bed, pulling the covers tight and tidy, plumping up your pillows and various cushions. You repositioned your stuffed animals neatly, propping a Crimson Riot plush up at the very front as a proud display. Next up was your desk, you slid the scattered pencils together to place them back into your small pen holder in the corner of the desk, closing your textbooks and notebooks and pushing them back into their rightful spaces on your shelf. Finally, you collected the few clothes scattered across the floor and dropped them into your laundry basket before clicking your fairy lights onto a warm glow, shutting the curtains hanging over the large glass doors.

Step Two: Operation Snack Time.

Eijiro’s favourite type of food is meat- you had known that for a long time, so you made sure to stash some beef jerky in your snack drawer for him, alongside other drinks and snacks you both enjoyed. You also placed a swift order of yakitori to be delivered to the dorms, from a place that you and Eijiro frequently went to.

Step Three: Initiate Contact. You sat on the edge of your bed, opening you texts with Eijiro and typing swiftly.

“Come over?”

Since he was studying, you didn’t expect him to answer quickly, so you decided to turn on the TV and flick through some movie options for when he would inevitably turn up with his goofy, happy grin plastered on his face.

“I’m sorry pebble, I really gotta study this semester! I was totally lost in class today, but we can figure out a set date instead maybe?”

You glanced at the message on your lock screen, reading it nonchalantly before flicking over to the delivery app; your order was almost there! You made your way downstairs, swiftly opening the door for the driver and thanking him as you took the brown paper bag, the aroma soon flooding the common area, earning envious looks from Mina and Hagakure who pouted from the couch in the centre. You merely made an ‘L’ with your hand towards them, giggling slightly as you grabbed a plate and two glasses from the kitchen before scurrying back up to your room.

Step Four: Romantic Setup.

You placed the large plate off-centred on your wooden table, lighting a non-scented candle beside it that added to the mood lighting you had previously arranged. Pulling the warm Yakitori from the brown bag, you placed it neatly across the plate, smiling at your presentation skills before placing two glasses either side of the plate, accompanied by the canned drinks that you and Eijiro usually liked. As a finishing touch, you put out a couple of sweet treats (and beef jerky) on the other side of the table, arranged neatly.

Step Five: Initiate Contact (Continued):

You picked up your phone, snapping a photo of your date setup and sending it to Eijiro.

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“Maybe you could use a break?”

It didn’t take long for him to respond this time, typing out a message in record time.

“On my way sweetheart- see you soon!”

You knew your boyfriend well- he’d never turn down a good meal, especially when you’d gone through all this effort for him! It was about time for him to take a break from his work, he needed to have something to eat anyway, so why not with you?

Soon enough, you heard a knock at your door; you stood up from your bed, opening the door to your boyfriend’s goofy smile looking at you as his hand cupped your cheek gently, leaning in until your lips made gentle contact. A few seconds later he pulled back, looking around in awe as you stepped aside for him to admire your hard work.

“You did all this for me?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a light squeeze while you nodded, “You’re amazing- thank you so much.”

[Mission Complete.]

[yandere-class-1a]

I wanna see your head canons on what their fins would look like! (I can imagine everytime they feel happy and warm their tail glows)

Authors note: These are my personal headcannons for the mermaid AU. I might change them in latter stories but I feel pretty comfy with where they are right now. They where all just sorta ideas I have floating around but I hope you like them! Also I actually had the idea of their eyes glowing when they get happy but decided not to add it, so your not that far off with the tail ♡

Shoji has eight silver colored tentacles with a dark blue under belly. His suction cups are a slightly lighter blue and his beak is the same color as the top. I can imagine him being a bit self conscious about it and usually keeping it covered up by the tentacles, kinda like his mask in the anime.

Koda has motly white tail with red details. His tail actually resembles a seahorse but much bigger to support all of his weight above water

Sato's tail is a a soft brown color with black and white stripes. I imagine his tail with a sorta puffy feel to, not supper puffy though, kinda like puffy stickers. It resembles a sort of clownfish look with brown instead of orange.

Ida has a dark blue tail with one of his bottom fins being made out of metal parts, think like toothless from HTTYD. I imagine he would have made it either himself or with Momo's help.

Sero has a long black tail with white puffy streak all around it. The streaks look a lot like tape, to match his original universes quirk.

Shoto has a half red half white tail that colors switch places with his hair. I imagine that he might have a few darker spots on his tail from his past.

Momo has a red tail with beutifull yellow fins at the bottom. It's a pretty basic mermaid tail but it has a little of a rough texture than the original sleek mermaid scales.

Bakugo has a ash blonde tail with large swirls of orange and black. His tail kinda resembles a catfish in all ways except color.

Kirishima has a red tail with specks of black that resembles a shark. I would imagine that Kirishima would sorta be the protection of the pack so his tail would have scars and possibly a healed bite mark out of one of the fins.

Ojiro has a thick skin colored tail with a small tuff of fins at the end. It kinda looks like his tail from the original universe but is more smooth.

Aoyama has a shiny white and yellow tail that has a sort of sequins look to it. He has the ability to change the colors to fit in with the environment but he says that these colors make him ✨️sparkle✨️ more.

Denki had a bright electric yellow tail with little black marking that happen to look like lightning bolts. His tail takes resemblance to a electric eel.

Izuku's tail is a beutifull emerald green with freckles of red and white. The fins are a bit longer than the average mer-man, it is a pretty yellow and looks slightly tattered and torn (Probably from how reckless he is).

Mina, as stated before, has a glimmering pink and yellow tail. Her tail is very strong and has some visible muscles, but not a ton.

Tokoyami had a dark black tail with a white under belly, like a orca.

Uraraka has a pretty white tail with large splotches of pink and brown, it kinda looks like boba.

Jiro had a shorter but strong looking purple tail with flowy fins that resemble earphone jacks hanging from her side.

Hagakure has a long almost clear tail that resembled that of a jelly fish.

Tsu has a beutifull green tail with black swirly stripes all along it. It resembles that of a tadpole. Her type of mermaid is supposed to grow legs but hers somehow stayed like a tadpoles.

[ecogirl2759]

Tokooooo Fukawaaaa!

-NOTE-

All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.

Let's see what shinanigans she's getting up to :D

(Post be long lol)

I won't lie, Toko looks really cute in some of these panels :)

Sssssqqquuuuiiiiiisssshhhhh

She's just constantly brooding lol

SHE LOOKS SO DONE I CAN'T--

Lmao Toko's either not happy or too happy. There is no in-between.

Their relationship in a nutshell:

Even as herself, Toko's so unhinged lol

She's so down bad

Blud absolutely scheemin'

Any time anyone's ever tried to give Toko a glow-up:

The epitome of "Uwaaa~!"

She protec

Sneak peak into what Toko does when she's alone:

Toko's death if she didn't just spontaneously explode

Imagine getting executed for writing fanfiction hahaha couldn't be her--

Toko must go, her people need her

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Okay, straight-up, I really only started liking Toko when I played UDG.

I was like "Omg a writer! I know a writer! Oh wait you're crazy and mean for no reason? Um.... cool?"

She's cool, don't get me wrong, I just liked her better when she only had one character trait and that was being insulting and strange XD

I like Syo, though. Syo's funny :)

(Sorry for being gone for a while again, I was really busy with a book release & didn't have much time for this. I'll finish the single characters by the end of this weekend, don't worry!)

Next up: Yasuhiro Hagakure!

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[n1ght0f-nyx]

mha girls asking you out 1/2

characters- Ochako Uraraka, kyoka jirou, mina ashido, Momo Yaoyorozu, tsuyu asui, Toru Hagakure notes- no spoilers, yn is genderless but jewerlly is bought for them, first perspective, not proofread obvi Ochako Uraraka I was in the common room of the dorms, flipping through a book absentmindedly, my mind kept drifting back to the events of the day, but mostly to a certain someone who had been on my mind more often than not. Just as I was about to lose myself in thought again, Ochako Uraraka walked in. Her usual bubbly energy seemed a little more subdued, and I noticed she was holding something behind her back.

"Hey, Y/N!" she greeted, her smile as bright as ever, though there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

"Hey, Ochako," I replied, closing my book and giving her my full attention. "What's up?"

She hesitated for a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It was rare to see her like this—usually, she was so confident and full of life. My curiosity piqued as I waited for her to continue.

"Well, um... there's something I've been wanting to tell you," she began, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "It's just that... I really like spending time with you, and I was wondering if you'd like to... go out with me? Like, on a date?" her eyes bubbled with stars, but she fiddled with her fingers anxiously, waiting for my answer

Kyoka Jirou Music echoed through the hallway as I walked towards the practice rooms. I recognized the rhythm immediately—Kyoka Jirou’s bass playing. It was so distinct, like she poured every bit of herself into each note.

As I got closer, the door to her practice room was slightly ajar. I peeked in, watching her as she played, completely lost in the music. Her earphone jacks swayed in time with the beat, and I couldn't help but smile at how cool she looked.

Suddenly, she looked up and noticed me. I panicked for a second, feeling like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. But instead of looking annoyed, she gave me a small, almost shy smile and waved me in.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, her voice slightly teasing as I stepped inside. “Enjoying the show?”

I chuckled, trying to play it cool. “Always. You’re amazing, Jirou.”

She blushed slightly and looked away, pretending to adjust the knobs on her amp. “Thanks… I’ve been working on this new song for a while. I’m glad you like it.”

There was a moment of silence as she fidgeted with her equipment, and I felt a strange tension in the air. Something was different today, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“So, uh… Y/N,” she started, her voice a bit softer than usual. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” My heart skipped a beat. “Yeah? What’s up?”

She took a deep breath, twiling her finger around her earphone jacks nervously. “Would you… maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like, just the two of us?”

I blinked, trying to process what she was saying. Was she asking me out?

“You mean like a date?” I asked, my voice coming out more hopeful than I intended.

Her eyes met mine, and she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah… exactly like a date.” mina ashido The school day was winding down, and I found myself lingering by the lockers, my thoughts scattered after a long day of classes and training. I was just about to head out when I noticed Mina Ashido approaching, her usual bubbly energy radiating from her like sunshine.

"Hey, Y/N!" she called out, her voice bright and cheerful. Her pink skin practically glowed under the hallway lights, and her golden eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hey, Mina," I replied, smiling as she came to a stop in front of me. "What's up?"

She rocked back on her heels, her hands clasped behind her back, a playful grin on her face. "So, I was thinking… we’ve been hanging out a lot lately, right?"

I nodded, curious where this was going. “Yeah, it’s been fun.”

“Right?!” She beamed at me, taking a step closer. “So, I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna hang out… like, officially?”

It took me a second to process what she was saying, and when I did, my heart skipped a beat. “You mean, like… a date?”

Mina’s cheeks darkened to a deeper pink, and she laughed, a little bit of nervousness slipping through her usual confidence. “Yeah, a date. I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now, but, you know, hero stuff gets in the way sometimes.” momo Yaoyorozu It was a quiet afternoon when I heard a soft knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was surprised to find Momo Yaoyorozu standing there, a shy smile playing on her lips. She looked as elegant as ever, her dark hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. But there was something different about her today, a nervous energy that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi, Momo," I greeted her, trying to hide my own surprise. "What's up?"

"Hello," she replied, her voice gentle but with a hint of nervousness. "I was wondering if you had a moment to talk?"

I nodded, stepping aside to let her in. She walked in gracefully, her hands clutching a small, beautifully wrapped box. I couldn't help but notice it, and my curiosity got the better of me.

"What's that?" I asked, gesturing to the box.

Momo's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she held it out to me. "It's... well, it's for you."

"For me?" I took the box from her, feeling its weight in my hands. "What’s the occasion?"

Momo bit her lip, her gaze flickering from the box to my face. "There’s something I've been wanting to tell you. And... I thought this might help."

My heart started to race as I carefully unwrapped the box. Inside was a delicate necklace, the pendant a beautiful, intricate design that sparkled in the light. It was stunning, and I couldn’t believe she had gotten it for me.

"Momo, this is beautiful," I breathed, looking up at her. "You didn’t have to—"

"I wanted to," she interrupted, taking a step closer. Her eyes were full of determination now, the nerves from earlier slowly fading away. "I really like you, Y/N. More than just a friend. And I’ve been trying to find the right way to tell you."

I felt my breath catch in my throat as her words sank in. "You… you like me?"

Momo nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes. I’ve liked you for a while now. And I know this might seem sudden, but I wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me."

I glanced down at the necklace again, my heart swelling with emotion. It was such a thoughtful, sweet gesture, and knowing that it came from Momo made it even more meaningful.

"I don't know what to say," I whispered, still in awe of the moment.

"You don’t have to say anything right now," Momo replied softly. "But if you feel the same way... maybe you could give us a chance? We could go on a date, see where it takes us?"

I looked into her eyes, seeing the hope and sincerity there. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. tsuyu asui I was walking down the hall when I heard a familiar, soft voice call out to me. Turning around, I saw Tsuyu Asui, her large, round eyes fixed on me with that calm expression she always wore.

"Hey, Y/N, ribbit," she spoke "Do you have a minute?"

"Of course, Tsuyu," I replied, smiling at her. She always had this way of making me feel at ease, like a gentle rain after a hot day.

We walked to a quieter spot near the school's garden. Tsuyu fidgeted slightly, her fingers playing with the hem of her uniform, a rare sign of nerves from her.

"I've been thinking about something," she started, her voice steady, though I could sense the slightest hesitation. "We've been friends for a while now, and I've come to realize... I like spending time with you, ribbit. A lot."

My heart skipped a beat, but I stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.

"What I’m trying to say is... would you like to go out with me? On a date?" she asked, her gaze meeting mine directly, even though there was a faint blush on her cheeks. Toru Hagakure

I was heading back to the dorms after a long day of training when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around, but no one was there. I blinked in confusion, my mind racing until I remembered—Toru Hagakure, the invisible girl.

"Toru?" I asked, trying to figure out where exactly she was.

"Yep, it's me!" Her voice was bubbly, as always, but there was a hint of nervousness that I hadn't noticed before. "I, um, wanted to talk to you about something."

I smiled, trying to put her at ease. "Sure, what's up?"

"Well, you see…" She hesitated, and I could almost picture her fidgeting. "We've been friends for a while now, and I really enjoy spending time with you. You're always so nice and fun to be around, and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out with me? Like, on a date?"

The suddenness of her question caught me off guard, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. "A date? You mean, like…"

"Yeah, like a date date," she confirmed, her voice a mix of hope and anxiety. "I totally understand if you're not interested, though! I just thought it was worth asking…"

[aheckinmess]

Morosis [Bakugo] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 3/? in a collection of My Hero Academia Reader one-shots posted regularly once a month - sometimes more.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Eijiro, Toru Hagakure, Ochaco Uraraka, Asui Tsuyu, Momo Yaoyorozu, Class 1-A, Mostly Fluff with a Dash of Angst, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Katsuki Bakugo-centric, Katsuki Bakugo Swears a Lot, Pining Katsuki Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo is a Dork, Reader-Insert, Reader Has a Quirk, Reader Goes to the Mall, With All of Class 1-A, It's Wholesome and Sweet, and Then There's Bakugo

Word Count: 967 words

Summary: While hanging out with Class 1-A at the mall, you and Bakugo end up standing beside each other, and he has a comment about a manga that you start arguing about with him.

Author's Note: I wrote this because someone on Quotev requested I write Bakugo x Reader, but it was inspired by this post on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

Morosis: (n.) the stupidest of stupidities

When the girls from 1-A invite you to the mall with them, you don’t expect it to turn into such a big affair. Whispered words and presented plans travel around until the entirety of 1-A walks together through the large building.

This arrangement both thrills and bothers you. While it’s true that being with the whole class allows you to send unassuming glances in Bakugo’s direction, it is equally true that Bakugo is, well, an asshole.

But dammit if he isn’t your type.

“(Name), where do you want to go first?” Mina rambles, her head twisting this way and that, eyes glowing as she settles into her element. “Ooo! We should go to Sephora first! They’ve released some new brands that look like they might work with my complexion!” 

“Sure, we can hit up make-up first. I want to check out some video games and the bookstore at some point, though.” You beam.

“Oh, yes! I have a list of books I need to search for.” Momo agrees.

You take note that Ochaco and Tsu linger behind, so you slow your pace so that you’re in the back with them. It’s important to you to keep surveillance on the group as a whole, always keeping a watch out for danger. 

“Were you wanting to look for a specific game, ribbit?” Tsu asks, side-stepping a toddler squealing happily towards a photo booth. 

“I’ve been meaning to look and see if the sequel to Dazzling Designer has come out yet. I’ve got 300 hours logged on the first game, and I wasn’t disappointed when I saw the trailer for the sequel.” 

“My favorite is Amphibious Adventures.”

“That fits.” You laugh, picking up a lip tint tester and swatching the color on the inside of your wrist. You crinkle your nose and then set it aside. 

“I like more casual games, ribbit. They don’t stress me out as much.”

“I can understand that.” You continue searching for a shade to your liking. “Do you like dating simulators, then?”

“Some of them. Others just aren’t made well.” Tsu shrugs.

 You carry on like this for some time, everyone helping each other find what they want or engaging in idle chatter while you ponder where Bakugo might have gone with his posse. He gives me sports store vibes. The image of Bakugo in a plaid shirt and mountain climbing gear suddenly plagues your mind and you smile to yourself.

Well, you thought it was to yourself.

“Ooo, whatcha thinkin’ about?” You jump at the sound of Toru’s voice. “Oops! Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“No, you’re fine.” You chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you move on. “Did you find anything you liked, Toru?” 

“Nah. It’s hard to find much since I’m invisible.” As you start walking towards the door to wait on the others to finish up.

“Oh, yeah, that has to be frustrating.” You empathize.

You’re careful to keep control of your wandering thoughts afterwards, feeling successful since you dodged her question. But when you all start walking again, you can’t stop your eyes from searching for the Bakusquad. You think you catch sight of Kirishima’s red hair, but are promptly redirected when Momo gets giddy and guides the lot of you into the bookstore.

 The beautiful sight of colorful spines and the entrancing smell of leather bound pages calls to you like a siren song. Within seconds, everyone loses themselves to the luxury of lexicon around them, going in their own direction.

You head towards the manga first, hoping to find an affordable copy from your favorite series. You get distracted a few times with other titles that you’ve been interested in, but when you make it to your initial goal, Bakugo stands in front of the shelf.

You tense at first, but clear your throat and stand next to him, scouring the shelves for what you want. Even though he doesn’t say a word, you feel the heat of his presence beside you. Damn, if he wasn’t such an asshole, I’d ask him out. Since he’s minding his own business, you mind yours. However, when you reach for the book you want, Bakugo breaks the silence.

“Hmph. You read Music House?” He asks. Do his eyes soften?

“U-Uh, yeah.” You reply, shocked that he’s talking to you. Maybe he’s not as bad as he seems.

“Good manga, but I bet your favorite character is Hikaru, isn’t it?”

I take it all back. You frown at his comment.

“What’s wrong with Hikaru?”

 “Tch. Knew it.” Bakugo smirks, looking over the selection and grabbing a volume that’s several copies ahead of you in the series. “The only chicks that like Hikaru are the ones that don’t know a man when they see one.”

“Oh, yeah? Well who’s your favorite character, huh? I bet it’s Vesper!” 

“Duh, she’s a badass and not a weak extra like Hikaru!”

“But Vesper likes Hikaru…and Hikaru isn’t weak!” You growl out, stepping closer to him with a pointed finger on his chest. “In fact, he reminds me of you!”

“Me? That weak bastard reminds you of me? Are you calling me weak?!” He hisses, getting in your face.

“I told you, Hikaru’s not weak!” You ground out before shoving him one good time. “You’re not weak, Bakugo, you’re just oblivious. You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid!”

  You don’t know why you said it, but when his hand grips your jaw and rough lips assault yours, you’re not complaining. Your eyes flutter and when you sway a bit when he pulls away, dazed as you look at him.

“Now who looks stupid?” He says with a cheeky grin and flushed cheeks.

And he leaves you dumbfounded in the aisle.

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「 ✦ Befriending the Worse Pt. 3 ✦ 」

↳ Kourina, a fairly new transfer student who attended UA. Fairly quickly, the two of you had started a friendship. It started off quite nicely, the two of you shared many things in common and enjoyed each other's comapany. Until a few weeks pass—the friendship takes a turn and became-well, more like a one sided friendship..

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How wrong you were,

Kourina did in fact not change.

She humiliated you, in front of everybody.

It was supposed to be a fun little trip with your class to the mall though Kourina just had to tag along with you.

It was going so well. The class had split up into small random groups, deciding a meeting spot and time beforehand; the fountain. Unfortunately you were standing too close when it happend.

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"I'm so relieved I was able to get a hold of the new manga!" Uraraka exclaimed, smiling brightly with joy as she fan-girled over her new buys. "Say, what did you buy L/N?" Denki chimed in, curiosity intriguing the boy.

"I was able to snag the last limited edition resin keyboard~" You hummed proudly as Denki gasped, his jaw dropping, "seriously!? The one that has custom keyboard sounds and extra silk padding!?" You nodded, "and extra light patterns and as well beautiful design." You smirked, Denki's jaw dropping even more.

"You guys talking about the new limited resin keyboard?" Kirishima chimed in along with Sero. Both and you and Denki nodded. "Yeah! And L/N managed to grab one!" He exclaimed, making both heir faces drop. "Sheesh, isn't it like $450?" Kirishima commented, his face plastered with awe and concern for you wallet. "Dude, $450 for a keyboard with that, with SILK, might I add, that's a huge steal!" Sero commented, stepping in your defense as you nodded. "Plus, i've saved up for months for this thing, plus like Sero said, worth it~! And it comes in a fancy packaging~" You grinned, showing a peep of the fancy black boxing with embroidered gold designs, making the three plus some on the side awe and glow.

"Sorry we're a bit behind!"

Some of your classmates turned towards the voice, spotting Tsuyu, Mina, Hagakure and Kourina, all of them carrying a few bags, some more than others. Mina (we don't judge tho)

"It's not a problem, most just arrived here." Midoriya commented, as Mina sighed in relief.

Kourina looked over to find you and easily did though you were busy talking with Denki, Kiri and Sero.

She frowned at the scene.

Straying from her group she made her way over to you. "Hey N/n~!" She greeted with enthusiasm.

Uraraka sweat dropped with a uncomfortable smile while Denki and Kiri looked over to the new voice, the electricity quirk user frowned a bit as your guys' chat was interrupted.

"Oh hey Kourina! Welcome to the club!" You smiled softly. You normally wouldn't be this...expressive but you were too excited about your new buy.

"Ohhh~ Whats that?" She asked, pointing to your bag with her free hand. You grinned, "the new limited resin keyboard!"

Kourina's face dropped as she looked at you and the bag. "How did you manage to get a hold of it!?" She asked, making her ways towards you and in the process ended up pushing some people.

Denki, Kiri and Sero all sorta cringed at her behavior, Uraraka glancing worryingly towards the three who returned the look.

"Lots of saving up and google-searching." You answered, grimacing at those times you stayed up until 2 in the morning researching on where and how to buy the thing. (the majority of the time just drooling over the ads of the keyboard)

As the five of you talked, Denki excused himself for a few, needing to use the restroom. "So Kourina, did you get anything?" You asked, seeing a few bags in her hands. She huffed, "yeah, a few clothes and other stuff, nothing too special like your keyboard." She sighed with a small smile.

"Oh! L/N!" You looked over, seeing Midoriya coming over to you. You waved over to him. "Here, you said you were starting a collection so Bakugo, Todoroki and I had got you something to add to it." He spoke shyly, a small hue of pink spreading across his cheeks as he opened his hand to reveal a small keychain.

Your eyes shimmered in awe at the small trinket, picking it up delicately from him hands. "It..it might not be much but.." "It's perfect." You shook your head, a smile gracing your face as you looked at the keychain with a fuzzy feeling. "Thank you."

Midoriya stuttered out a small 'your welcome'.

You swore you could've heard a small growl next to you but you brushed it off.

The moment was cut short as you saw Denki coming back.

"Sorry, hope you guys didn't miss me too much." He grinned, approaching the group.

Kourina shook her head with a small smile, "not at all." She smirked going to stand next to him.

You were a bit confused but let it go nonetheless, that was until you heard a noise and then a harsh bump into you.

Time seemed to slow down as the others could only watch the scene unfold, not having any time to react as the next the next thing you knew, you were cold. You could hear gasps surrounding you as well as mutters.

You looked around to see you were half sat in the fountain and drenched in it's waters, your legs dangling at the edged.

Denki stuttered numerous of apologies in panic, looking like he was about to lose his head.

You quickly whipped your head to the side, your eyes widening in horror to see your bag was underneath the liquid surface. Your gaze quickly skimmed to your surroundings, seeing some bystanders looking at the scene—looking at you, laughing.

Your breath pickened up, Kiri and Midoriya quickly rushed to your aid, not minding if they got their shoes drenched as they pulled you up.

Kourina looked at you with sympathy, but you could tell something was up.

"Shit L/N, i'm so sorry! I d-didn't know what happened, fuck, i'm sorry!" Denki apologized. You shook your head. "It was an accident, it wasn't your fault." You mumbled out, small tears starting to blur your vision.

You found the floor much more interesting, not daring to look up at any of your classmates, afraid of the looks you'd see.

Midoriya's brows furrowed when he saw your soaked bag, his eyes widening when he realized what was inside. He was about to say something but you gave out a shaky sigh. "I..I just want to go back. I'll meet you guys at the dorm." Your voice cracked as you hiccuped, speed walking away from the group.

You felt every emotion crash down onto you. You felt pathetic and embarrassed, not only did you fall into a fountain in public, but you also fell in front of your classmates—your friends, and to add on, you took down your prized possession with you, the thing you've been saving months for, the thing you had waited for ever since it's release.

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Here you were, laying on your dorm floor, your eyes puffy and red. On your desk was the damaged keyboard.

As soon as you made it back, you had checked up on the precious thing to make it it hadn't taken any damage, though unfortunately, your heart dropped as you found that some water had managed to leak through the cracks of the box and plastic and to the keyboard; ultimately ruining it's circuits.

You groaned, hearing a small ding from your phone. Reluctantly, you used the little energy you had and reached towards it, successfully grabbing it. You hissed as the bright illuminating screen blinded you. You quickly turned down the brightness before checking notifications.

There were many texts from a few of your classmates, you'd guess to check up on you, then there was one from Kourina.

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K: Hey, are you okay? You fell pretty rough into the fountain.

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You furrowed your brows, quickly writing a response but hesitated on the send..

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K: Hey, are you okay? You fell pretty rough into the fountain.

You: i'm alright I think

My keyboard is damaged beyond repair though :/

K: Damn, sorry that had happened, I don't know what Kaminari tripped on- it was a pretty bad sight.

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Your eyes squinted, rereading the message. It felt..off?

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You: First name basis already? And what do you mean tripped?

K: Something like that yeah and he tripped, idk how to say it lol

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You contemplated whether you should double check or not. Your friendship was on thin ice already, this question could be the fall of it.

You hesitantly types a prompt, your finger hovering the button.

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You: I don't want to sound...judgmental but weren't you next to Denki earlier, before the accident?

K: What are you implying? :/

You: Well, I just wanted to make sure

K: Are you serious right now? You really think I pushed him?

Tripped^

You: I didn't say anything about pushing? And why are you getting defensive all the sudden?

K: Because your accusing me of something I didn't do???

You: I didn't accuse you, just asked a simple question

K: ...You're joking..

You think just because of my placement in standing, you think i'd do something like that? That's really fucking low and shitty of you..

You: I wasn't accusing, only asking as it was ironic how just when you moved he tripped

K: What the hell? You know friends don't do this to each other? This is upsetting and just uncalled for.

You: Friends don't try to embarrass each other for attention and laughs from others

You told a lot of people about things that I wish weren't shared??

K: You can't seriously take a joke? They weren't even that bad, god your such a fucking cry baby, I can't understand how you got in class 1-A, not even, I can't understand how you got into UA in the first place.

You: Okay what the fuck? Have you seen yourself? When you don't get enough attention you literally start whining like a dog, you're so attention-deprived that you put others down just to make up for the fact you can't get attention at home. If I recalled, I made a simple joke about your grades being lower than some girls music career and you cried a water fountain like boohoo, womp to the fucking womp.

And don't even, the reason you didn't get into the hero course was because your hole is bigger than your brain. You don't take the class, hell, even with your recent studies you don't take any of it seriously. You literally made me do your homework for you?? The only reason your even in UA is because of your father's business that he bribed the school with.

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(I hope those text were good..)

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Your breathes were rigid, the temperature feeling much hotter. You groaned, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

You threw your phone to the other room in hopes it would release some type of anger; it didn't.

You looked at your small alarm clock, it was already dinner. You didn't feel hungry in the slightest though.

Tired of society, you begrudgingly crawled into your bed and let the world of unconsciousness consume you.

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A/N: sheesh that was long. I really hope those texts weren't too awkward or cringe.

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You're at home, sprawled out on your bed with a book in hand, the quiet hum of your ceiling fan filling the room.

The golden glow of the afternoon sun filters through your curtains, casting warm streaks of light across the walls. It's one of those rare moments where nothing demands your attention, and you're determined to savor it.

Then your phone pings.

Once.

Twice.

You try to ignore it, letting out a small huff of irritation, but it keeps going—a relentless series of notifications that disrupt the tranquil atmosphere. The sound pulls you out of the peaceful haze you'd finally settled into.

Reluctantly, you set your book down on the nightstand and reach for your phone, the screen lighting up with a barrage of messages.

At first, you blink, trying to process the influx of texts that seem to flood your notification bar all at once.

The sender is an unknown number, and for a moment, you hesitate, wondering if it's a spam bot or one of those random promotional texts. But curiosity wins out, and you swipe to open the messages.

𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 Hi! OMG, I hope this is the right number! It's me, Hagakure Toru—uh, you know, from Class 1-A! The invisible one? LOL, not like you'd see me waving if we were talking in person! Anyway, hi!

The name gives a faint bit of recognition. You suppose you've seen Hagakure a few times in passing—well, her uniform. Her texts keep coming, each one a rapid-fire burst of energy:

𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 Mina gave me your number, btw! Hope that's okay! So like, we were all talking about the training camp coming up and how we need to stock up on stuff! Like bug spray, snacks, sunscreen—the essentials, y'know? And Mina was all like, 'We should invite Akuma-san!' And I was like, 'YES, let's do it!' because I totally want the chance to get to know you better!

At the mention of training camp, your mind flashed back to Kan's recent announcement.

🇫‌🇱‌🇦‌🇸‌🇭‌🇧‌🇦‌🇨‌🇰‌: The entire class was seated, the atmosphere tinged with excitement and nervous energy as Kan-sensei stood at the front of the classroom, his usual stern expression firmly in place as he addressed you all. Behind him, the whiteboard was covered, its purpose yet to be revealed.

"Listen up," Kan's voice was sharp, cutting through the buzz of chatter like a whip. "The results of your end-of-year exams are finalized, and I hope you all understand what's at stake moving forward."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, lingering on a few individuals—including you. His expression softened slightly when his eyes met yours, but his tone remained firm as he continued, "Summer training camp is not just a getaway. It's an opportunity for growth, both as individuals and as a team. The training will be intense, and the expectations are higher than ever."

With a deliberate motion, Kan reached behind him and pulled down the cover from the whiteboard. The numbers and names displayed in neat rows revealed the overall averages for both written and practical exams.

A collective murmur rippled through the room as students craned their necks to get a better look.

Your name was right at the top for Class 1-B, a testament to your position as class president. The combined scores from both courses showed that Class 1-B had edged out Class 1-A by a narrow margin—a fact that wasn't lost on Monoma.

"Well, well, well," Monoma's voice dripped with mockery as he leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. "It seems Class 1-A isn't as invincible as they like to think. Maybe all that time basking in the limelight made them a bit complacent?"

Kan cleared his throat pointedly, drawing attention back to him. "This isn't about competition between classes, Monoma. The focus is on your growth and preparation for the challenges ahead. You'll need to rely on each other, not just your own class but your peers in 1-A as well. Keep that in mind."

His gaze swept the room again, settling briefly on Monoma, who huffed but didn't press further.

"As for the results," Kan continued, "although one group failed the practical final exam, no one failed the written portion. This means every single one of you will be attending this year's summer training camp."

There was a collective intake of breath, the room filling with a mixture of shock and relief. Kodai let out a rare exhale of surprise, her typically stoic demeanor giving way to subtle disbelief. Beside her, Kamakiri's shoulders sagged slightly as if a weight had been lifted, his hand running through his hair in a nervous tick.

"The purpose of these exams," Kan went on, his tone even and measured, "was to gauge where you all stand and identify those who need additional support. The practical was designed to put you under pressure and test your reaction to high-stakes scenarios. The written exam assessed your understanding of hero theory and application. Combined, they gave us a clear picture of your readiness."

He paused, his eyes scanning the room once more, ensuring his words sank in. "That being said, the training camp will be even tougher, especially for those who failed the practical. A separate schedule has been created with extra lessons tailored specifically for them."

Kodai sighed softly, the sound barely audible but heavy with resignation. Tsunotori, always the optimist, reached out to gently rub her friend's back in quiet encouragement.

Kan's gaze softened just slightly at the interaction before he straightened, his tone returning to its usual firm cadence. "The training camp is not a punishment—it's a chance for each of you to push past your limits and become the heroes you aspire to be. Take this opportunity seriously. It's not just about proving yourselves as individuals, but as a cohesive, supportive team. That will be critical moving forward."

The room was silent, each student processing the weight of his words. For a moment, the usual chatter and competitive energy of Class 1-B were replaced by a shared understanding of the challenges that lay ahead.

Another ping from your phone broke you from your thoughts. You glanced down and saw that Hagakure had added Ashido to the chat.

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎: OMG AKUMA-SAN YOU HAVE TO COME WITH US! 🛍️🎉 We're gonna have so much fun!!! Snacks. Supplies. AND friendship bonding! What more could you want? Plus, if you bring Bakugo, we can annoy him together. LOL! You're like the only person who can get him to come with us. 😂😂😂

𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐄: LOL she's right! He totally scoffed when we asked him. Said something like "Tch. Go bother someone else." But maybe you can convince him? 👀

You sighed, your thumb hovering over the keyboard before typing out a response.

𝐘𝐎𝐔: How did you even get my number?

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎: Uh... Duh! I've had it since the Sports Festival, remember? 😊😊

You sucked your teeth in mild annoyance, the memory resurfacing against your will.

Oh, right. Ashido had pestered you for your number back then, something about wanting to "stay connected" during the events.

The second the festival was over, you'd changed it, feeling like your number was way too known. Too many group chats, too many random texts—it was overwhelming.

How she managed to get it again, you weren't sure, but knowing her, she probably badgered Bakugo into giving it up.

You started typing out an excuse, debating on how to politely decline, when a knock at your door interrupted your train of thought.

Your mother popped her head in, her face lit with excitement. "Sweetie! Guess what? I just got off the phone with Mitsuki and she told me about you and Katsuki's upcoming trip! Isn't that exciting?" She claps her hands together, clearly thrilled. "How about we go shopping together for supplies! Wouldn't that be fun? Mommy-daughter bonding time! Oh, we can even get mochi on the way—"

You quickly cut her off, already feeling the secondhand exhaustion from imagining such an outing. "Actually, I already made plans with Bakugo and his friends," you smoothly lied, hoping to nip the idea in the bud.

Her face fell slightly, but she quickly recovered, nodding with a soft smile. "Oh, well, that's okay! I'm just glad you're getting out and spending time with friends. Just don't forget to pick up everything you'll need, alright?"

"Got it, Mother," You replied as she closed the door behind her.

You exhaled, relief washing over you before turning back to your phone. Quickly, you typed out a message.

𝐘𝐎𝐔: I'll be there in 15.

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎: YAYYY!!! 🎉🎉🎉

𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐄: Can't wait! We're gonna have so much fun!!

You tossed your phone onto the bed and released a long, worn-out sigh.

Looks like your peaceful afternoon has been officially hijacked.

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The mall was bustling with life, the sound of chatter, laughter, and footsteps reverberating through the wide-open space. Bright lights reflected off polished floors, and the mingling scents of various food court vendors created an almost dizzying atmosphere.

Families with small children, teenagers in groups, and shoppers laden with bags all moved around, adding to the crowded chaos.

You trudged beside Bakugo, your hands shoved into the pockets of your oversized orange hoodie. The chill of the mall's air conditioning pricked at your skin, and you silently thanked yourself for grabbing the jacket on your way out, even if it was summer.

Tugging the hoodie down a bit more, you glanced at the bustling crowd, already feeling a bit overwhelmed by the noise and energy.

"Tch," Bakugo grumbled beside you, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. His eyes darted around, his usual scowl etched firmly into his face. "Why the hell did I let you drag me into this shit?"

You gave a small shrug, not bothering to respond. It wasn't like you had much of a choice either.

As you walked, you could hear them before you saw them—the familiar voices of Class 1-A cutting through the general noise of the mall. A high-pitched voice broke through the hum of the crowd, exclaiming, "Ooh, look at that outfit! It's so cute!" The unmistakable excitement could only belong to Ashido.

A second later, you heard another familiar voice—Midoriya's soft, slightly flustered tone as he stammered something in reply, followed by the unmistakable cadence of Iida's lecturing voice.

Turning the corner near the escalator, you finally spotted them—a lively cluster standing near the edge of the walkway. Their vibrant personalities practically radiated in the sea of shoppers.

Ashido, in her pink-and-black outfit, bounced excitedly in place, gesturing animatedly toward a store display. Next to her, Hagakure waved her gloved hands, her invisible form adding to the chaotic energy.

Midoriya stood off to the side, his bright green eyes scanning the crowd nervously, as if trying to keep track of everyone. Uraraka stood near him, her soft smile directed toward Iida, who was gesturing sharply, likely mid-discussion about something he deemed important.

Kirishima, with his trademark spiky red hair, leaned casually against the rail, grinning widely as he chatted with Tokoyami, who remained cool and composed as ever in his trench coat.

Nearby, Kaminari was animatedly pointing toward something across the walkway, his blond hair catching the light, while Jirou crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at whatever he was saying.

Yaoyorozu, ever poised, stood next to them in a crisp white outfit, speaking calmly as if trying to balance out Kaminari's antics.

You made eye contact with Midoriya from across the crowd, his bright green eyes locking onto yours. His face immediately lit up, a wide smile spreading as he pointed in your direction, drawing the attention of the rest of the group.

Though you couldn't hear their words over the hum of the mall, you saw their heads turn toward you and Bakugo, their faces lighting up in recognition and excitement.

"Great," Bakugo muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He stuffed his hands further into his pockets, his shoulders tensing as he reluctantly followed you toward the group.

Ashido was the first to bound over, her enthusiasm radiating like a beacon. "Akuma-san! You made it!" she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the noise as she waved both hands above her head. "And you brought Bakugo!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, his scowl deepening as Ashido continued her bubbly chatter.

You couldn't help but smirk slightly, amused by his obvious discomfort. It was shaping up to be an interesting day, whether you liked it or not.

Ashido clung to your arm, squealing with delight. "I'm so happy you came! I knew you'd say yes eventually!"

Kirishima's voice rang out next as he turned his wide grin toward Bakugo. "Hey, Bakubro! I thought you said you weren't coming!"

Bakugo sucked his teeth, his gaze darting to the side as if avoiding the conversation entirely. "Tch. Changed my mind, that's all," he muttered, clearly not in the mood for questions.

Kaminari appeared beside Kirishima, leaning in with a mischievous grin. "Oh, I bet you changed your mind because Akuma-san agreed to come! Am I right?" He jabbed Bakugo lightly in the ribs, his laughter echoing around them.

"Oi, shut up, Dunce Face," Bakugo snapped, batting Kaminari's hand away and scowling even deeper.

"Come on, guys!" Hagakure's cheerful voice interrupted the banter. She waved her gloved hands energetically. "We don't have time to waste! Let's get shopping!"

The group then began chattering all at once, each person throwing out suggestions about where to go first. "We should start with something efficient and orderly!" Iida's commanding voice rose above the din, his arms gesturing sharply as he tried to establish control. "It's crucial that we stay on schedule!"

Jirou, standing beside him, rolled her eyes, muttering, "Yeah, because a shopping trip needs a battle plan." Her voice carried just enough sarcasm to make Kaminari snicker.

"We can go check this out!" Mineta eagerly pointed toward a nearby lingerie store, his eyes gleaming, only to be promptly ignored as Yaoyorozu interjected politely, suggesting they prioritize utility stores for camp supplies. "We should ensure everyone gets what they need first," she said, her calm tone standing in stark contrast to the surrounding chaos.

Kaminari and Tokoyami, meanwhile, were locked in their own debate about the latest gadgets on display in a tech store window. "I'm telling you," Kaminari said animatedly, "this shock-resistant phone case could save my life!" Tokoyami, unimpressed, responded, "Your phone wouldn't need saving if you weren't so reckless."

Midoriya hovered near the edge of the group, his green eyes darting between his classmates with a look of quiet concern, clearly unsure where to jump in as everyone spoke over each other. "Uh, guys...?" Despite the noise, his attempts to mediate were drowned out by the energetic clamor of voices.

You suppressed a sigh, the urge to step in and organize them growing and fading as it came. After all, these weren't your classmates—they weren't your responsibility.

Kirishima, ever the peacemaker, clapped his hands together loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up! How about we split up? Everyone can get what they need, and we'll meet back here in two hours. Sound good?"

There was a chorus of agreement, heads nodding as the plan was quickly accepted.

Ashido turned to you, her golden eyes bright with excitement. "Hey, Akuma-san, do you want to—"

Her sentence trailed off as she blinked, looking around in confusion. You were already gone.

"Huh? Where did she...?" Ashido's voice faltered as she turned to the others, her expression bewildered.

Bakugo scoffed, a sharp laugh escaping him as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "She bailed the second Shitty-Hair mentioned splitting up."

Ashido's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Idiots." Bakugo shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he began to stroll away. "I'm heading to check out the new training gear. Don't follow me if you know what's good for you," he called over his shoulder, his tone making it clear that he wasn't joking.

The group exchanged glances, some chuckling at Ashido's stunned expression, before slowly breaking apart to carry out their shopping mission.

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The noise of the mall enveloped you as you wandered aimlessly, the cool blast of air conditioning a stark contrast to the summer heat outside. Tugging the oversized orange hoodie down over your hands, you let the sleeves drape loosely as you weaved through the throng of shoppers.

You had broken away from the group almost immediately. Since splitting up, the absence of Bakugo's sharp glare by your side has turned you into something of a spectacle.

A few onlookers had recognized you from the sports festival, their eyes widening with awe as they whispered excitedly to one another.

Some were discreet, sneaking glances as they passed by, but others weren't shy, outright staring or murmuring your name.

Earlier, a group of middle schoolers had even approached you; their faces lit up with a mix of nerves and excitement. "You're from UA, right? We saw you at the Sports Festival! Can we get your autograph?" they had asked, holding out pens and notebooks with trembling hands. Their wide-eyed admiration had been overwhelming, but you'd managed a polite smile, scribbling your name quickly before excusing yourself.

Now, you found yourself lingering near the entrance of a plush store, staring blankly at the display inside. Rows of colorful, soft toys lined the shelves, their vibrant hues drawing in kids and adults alike.

Your gaze settled on one in the far corner of the store, tucked away on the highest shelf.

It was a plump, bright orange plush with stubby little arms and legs, a goofy face with wide eyes, and a tongue sticking out. Its round, soft shape practically begged to be hugged.

Something about it caught your attention—it reminded you of Pochita. The thought tugged at your chest, a fleeting wave of nostalgia mingled with longing.

Your fingers twitched slightly at your sides, the urge to reach out and grab the plush tugging at you. You took a hesitant step closer, momentarily forgetting the bustling world around you, lost in the simplicity of the moment.

"Hey, it's a UA student!" a voice suddenly called out, sharp and excited.

The bubble of calm you had found popped instantly. Your eyes rolled instinctively as you turned on your heel, already preparing to walk away.

You didn't even bother to check who had shouted—you knew the tone well enough. Another "fan," no doubt.

The last thing you needed was more attention. Muttering under your breath, you shoved your hands into the pocket of your hoodie and strode away, ignoring the lingering stares that followed you.

Maybe you'd double back for the plush later—when the coast was clear.

You didn't get far before a heavy arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you into a loose but unmistakable hold. The weight was grounding yet suffocating—a cage in the form of someone else's body.

"Wow, I never thought I'd be able to meet such an icon in the flesh!"

The voice was gravelly and low, grating against your nerves; the moment the words hit your ears, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, your muscles tensing at the sheer audacity.

You didn't need to look to know who it was.

"Man, I seriously can't believe it. Can't believe I'd see you again so soon in a place like this. It makes me feel like there's something to it..."

The hand hanging off your arm moved then, fingers trailing lazily upward until they rested at the junction of your neck and shoulder. The touch was deliberate, light but unyielding, the pinky raised ever so slightly as if mocking your ability to pull away.

"...like fate or destiny."

Your gaze flickered sideways, catching the faint glint of his silhouette in the corner of your eye. The mall crowd moved around the two of you like nothing was happening—bustling shoppers too focused on their own lives to notice the tension crackling between you and the figure.

The distant hum of voices and footsteps only heightened the dissonance of the moment.

The weight of Shigaraki's hand at the nape of your neck wasn't just invasive—it was irritating. His fingers rested there with a casual threat, like he was daring you to resist, fully expecting you to cower.

How predictable.

Your first instinct was to shrug him off, to spit something sharp and cutting, but you knew better. The man could kill with a touch, and you weren't in the mood to indulge his power play.

Instead, you let the irritation bloom, hot and immediate. Of all the places to corner you, he had to choose the mall?

The timing wasn't just inconvenient; it was an insult, a pathetic attempt to force your attention on him. Did he really think this would intimidate you? That it would elicit anything more than disdain?

The audacity was almost amusing, if not for how profoundly annoying it was.

You didn't like the way his presence felt like a heavy shadow pressing against your back, the way his voice oozed with confidence as though he'd already won.

Still, your mind raced, analyzing his movements, his tone, the subtle choices in his words. This wasn't fear—not in the way he wanted it to be. It was calculation, a cold acknowledgment that he thought himself clever for cornering you

Why now? Why me?

His fixation wasn't random. You were certain of that much.

The League didn't operate without purpose, and Shigaraki's interest in you felt deliberate, albeit clumsy.

You hated the idea that he saw you as a piece in whatever twisted game he was playing, but part of you also saw an opportunity.

If he wanted something from you, he had a weakness. And weaknesses were always exploitable.

The thought brought a faint flicker of amusement, cooling your irritation.

You'd let him think he had the upper hand, let him lean in closer, draw out his plans—and then you'd strike. You'd dismantle him the moment he left an opening.

But even as you planned, a lingering unease pressed at the edges of your thoughts. It wasn't fear—it was recognition. The way his gaze lingered on you, dissecting you piece by piece, reminded you of a predator with nothing to lose.

It wasn't just obsession—it was hunger, like he was devouring the thought of you before he'd even begun.

You inhaled deeply, forcing the unease into a box and locking it away. For now, you would endure the weight of his presence without letting it crack the mask of cold indifference you wore so well.

Let him think he's in control, you told yourself, your jaw tightening slightly. For now.

He leaned in closer, his presence pressing against you like a tangible weight. His breath ghosted along the side of your face as his nose trailed up, the motion deliberate and calculated. A wave of nausea churned in your gut as his words hit your ear, softer now but no less grating.

"Wouldn't you agree... Akuma ____?"

Annoyance flared hot and fast as you clenched your jaw, your mood souring instantly. You turned your head slightly, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. His expression was infuriating—smug, confident, and utterly unbothered by your reaction.

"What are you doing here?" you hissed, your voice low and sharp, slicing through the ambient noise of the mall like a blade.

Shigaraki's hand on your neck tightened slightly, just enough to send a shiver of discomfort down your spine. "Ah, ah, no need to be harsh," he murmured, his tone mocking with a dangerous edge. "You know what I'm here for." He tilted his head, his pale blue hair brushing against your temple. "I don't expect you to, but don't make a scene. I'd hate to have to ash you so soon."

Your throat tightened involuntarily under the weight of his threat, but you refused to let the gesture faze you. You merely raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

His voice then dropped to a low rumble. "The moment all five of my fingers touch your neck, you'll start crumbling from the skin outward. Gone in less than a minute." His words hung in the air like a blade poised over your head, his hand suddenly relaxed, though the threat still loomed like a shadow.

With a rough tug, he guided you back toward the plushie store, his movements casual and deliberate. To anyone watching, you might have looked like a couple, arm in arm, browsing for some cutesy gift, but you knew better.

Every step felt calculated, his hand a constant weight at your nape, steering you without force but with unmistakable authority.

"This isn't a school lesson," you bit out snarkily, cutting through his monologue with a sharpness that made his eyes narrow slightly. "What, are you obsessed with me or something? This is pathetic, even for a novice villain like yourself."

Shigaraki's grip on your neck tightened briefly, and for a moment, his eyes gleamed with something darker, more dangerous. Then, he laughed—a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Careful, Akuma. I might start thinking you enjoy this little game."

The sound of his laugh lingered as he straightened. "Novice, huh?" he said, his hand curling just slightly more firmly around the junction of your neck and shoulder, a chilling mockery of affection. "Keep talking. I enjoy hearing you speak. So cold, so chilling."

Shigaraki's chuckles then turned into a low hiss, impatience flickering through his voice. "Now, answer me," he demanded, his crimson eyes locked onto yours with an unsettling intensity.

You could feel the tension radiating off him now, the way his hand flexed against your neck like he was holding himself back. And then there it was again—that flicker of something in his expression.

It wasn't just irritation. There was something deeper, almost unhinged, behind the way he looked at you, as if the idea of you not responding was somehow personal.

The moment stretched on, your senses suddenly sharpening as unease crept into the edges of your awareness.

Your gaze flickered to the side, locking onto a woman standing idly by near the entrance of the plushie store. She was holding a child's hand, her face calm and unassuming at first glance, but then her eyes shifted toward you.

There was something off about her gaze—too sharp, too focused. A shiver crawled down your spine as her lips curved into the faintest smile, and you realized with a sick certainty that she wasn't just a random shopper.

Shigaraki noticed your wandering attention immediately. He leaned in, blocking your view with his pale, scarred face. "Don't worry about them," he murmured, his tone almost soft, though it carried a chilling undertone. "They're just here to watch. No one will interfere... unless you give me a reason to let them."

You swallowed hard, forcing your gaze back to him as a knot of irritation tightened in your chest. On the outside, you kept your expression neutral—cold, even—but inside, your thoughts were a whirlwind of calculated strategy and raw frustration.

The cool, calculated part of you weighed the risks, considered the potential to manipulate the League, to use Shigaraki's obsession as leverage. But your irritation with him burned hotter, clouding your judgment. Was it even worth the effort?

Your lips pressed into a thin line, your silence deliberate now. Shigaraki's fingers twitched against your neck, and he let out a frustrated scoff, his usual composure slipping. "I don't have time for this," he grumbled to himself. "I'm sure the original me is almost done with that brat by now."

That caught your attention.

Your brow arched instinctively, and before you could stop yourself, you parroted, "'Original me'?"

Shigaraki stiffened, and for the first time, his smirk faltered. Then it came back, wider and sharper than before, like he was amused by your curiosity. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "It's just... something I've been working on. Focus on me instead."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but he didn't elaborate. Instead, he tugged you slightly closer, his other hand grazing the glass of the display window as he pretended to point out a plushie.

"You're running out of excuses," he said softly, almost as if to himself. Then his gaze snapped back to you, and his smirk returned, sharper than ever. "But don't worry. I've got all the time in the world to see this through, ____. You'll come around... One way or another."

Just as his words hung in the air, a voice pierced through the air, loud and panicked.

"____!"

Your name echoed across the store, and your head snapped toward the sound. Shigaraki's grip loosened at the same moment, his fingers trailing off your neck like a ghost. Before you could turn fully, his breath brushed against your ear one last time, his voice dropping into a low whisper.

"I'm expecting an answer soon, Akuma. The world is changing—heroes won't be at the top forever. And when it crumbles, you'd want to be on the side that's prepared, wouldn't you?"

The weight of his presence vanished in an instant. You whirled back around, but all that remained was a smear of gray, dissolving goop where he had stood.

"____!"

Your gaze darted back to the source of the voice, and you spotted Midoriya rushing toward you, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. His breathing was ragged, his steps uneven as he pushed his way through the crowd.

He skidded to a stop in front of you, barely catching his breath as he panted out your name again, his hands gripping your shoulders like he was trying to ground himself. "____... are you okay? Did he—did anyone—" His words tumbled over each other in a rush, his green eyes darting around wildly, scanning the crowd as if expecting someone to leap out from the shadows at any moment.

You reached up and gently placed a hand on his arm, squeezing lightly to steady him. "Izuku." you said softly, forcing your voice to stay calm. "I'm fine. I'm okay. Breathe."

"But—"

"Breathe," you repeated, firmer this time. You held his gaze, grounding him with your calmness. Slowly, his breathing began to even out, though his hands still trembled slightly against you.

After a few moments, he managed to find his voice again, his words still shaky. "He... he cornered me earlier," he admitted, his eyes locking onto yours. "Shigaraki Tomura. He... he was waiting for me. He said... he said things."

Your stomach tightened with worry, especially at the thought that Shigaraki might have mentioned you. Still, you kept your expression neutral, nodding for him to continue.

"He said something about... about the League needing me," Midoriya continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. "He said I was 'important' that my 'potential' was something he couldn't ignore. He mentioned something about the 'balance of power' shifting soon, but I—I don't understand what he meant." His grip on your shoulders tightened briefly as he looked around the crowd again, his paranoia evident. "I could've sworn I saw him here just a moment ago. He... he didn't hurt you, did he? He wasn't trying to—"

You shook your head, cutting him off. "No, I'm fine," you reassured him, keeping your tone steady. "Whatever he's planning, he didn't do anything here. You're safe, Midoriya. We're safe."

His shoulders slumped slightly, the tension in his body easing just a fraction at your words. But his eyes still held that lingering fear, the uncertainty that came with facing someone as dangerous as Shigaraki.

As Midoriya continued talking, recounting every detail of his encounter—how Shigaraki had cornered him, the things he had said, the way his voice had carried that unnerving calm—you nodded along, offering quiet reassurances when needed.

But your mind was elsewhere.

Midoriya's words blurred together, fading into the background as one thought took hold in your head, repeating like a drumbeat: What are you planning, Shigaraki?

The weight of his last words clung to you, settling deep in your chest. Whatever he wanted, whatever game he was playing, it was far from over.

And for the first time, you found yourself wondering just how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted.

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The air was tense in the faculty lounge as Aizawa leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the report Midoriya had given him earlier. His dark eyes were heavy with thought, but there was a sharpness behind them, a readiness to act.

The fluorescent lights overhead hummed quietly, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of unease swirling in his mind.

He looked up just as Kan entered the room, his heavy boots echoing softly against the polished floor. The Class 1-B teacher looked equally serious; his brows furrowed as he approached Aizawa. "I heard about the incident at the mall," Kan said, his tone low but steady. "Shigaraki's interest in the first-years is becoming a real concern."

Aizawa gave a slow nod, handing Kan the report, his gaze dropping to the floor. "It's not just interest; it's fixation," he said, his voice laced with quiet intensity. "Shigaraki isn't just targeting them randomly."

Kan's jaw tightened. "We can't let this escalate. If he's willing to corner Midoriya in broad daylight, he's not worried about being subtle anymore," he said, skimming over the report, expression growing grim. "You think he's building toward something?"

Aizawa's silence was answer enough.

The room fell quiet for a moment, the weight of the situation settling between them.

Aizawa's mind was already racing ahead, calculating the risks, the probabilities.

If Shigaraki was targeting the students now, it wouldn't stop at a single encounter. He was testing boundaries, probing for weaknesses.

"It's the timing that concerns me," Aizawa finally said, his voice breaking the stillness. "The summer camp is only weeks away. If they know about it—and there's a good chance they do—it could be an opportunity for them to strike."

"You're suggesting we change the plans?"

"I'm saying we don't have a choice," Aizawa replied firmly. "If the League is watching us—and they are—we need to stay ahead of them. That means prioritizing safety over tradition."

Kan frowned, clearly weighing the implications. "The summer camp's always been a cornerstone for training. The students—"

"—won't get to train if they're dead," Aizawa interrupted, his tone blunt but not unkind. "I'm not taking chances with their lives. Not after this."

Kan sighed, nodding reluctantly. "You're right. But we'll need to come up with a solid cover. The students can't know it's for their protection, or it'll only make them more anxious."

Aizawa nodded again, his mind already racing through contingency plans. "We'll move to a more secure location and double the surveillance. Training is important, but their safety comes first." Aizawa leaned forward on his desk, resting his elbows on the table. "We'll tell the students it's an adjustment for terrain. Something about making the training more challenging. They won't question it if we sell it right."

Kan smirked faintly. "You're surprisingly good at this whole deception thing, Eraser."

Aizawa ignored the comment; his thoughts lingering on Shigaraki's words, the ones Midoriya had relayed with a pale face and trembling hands. "You're important." The way Shigaraki had spoken, as if it were fact, sent a chill through Aizawa's spine.

He couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just about Midoriya; it was about something bigger, something the League was building toward.

"I'll handle the changes," Aizawa said, standing up from his chair. "Make sure the staff is briefed, but keep it need-to-know. The last thing we need is for this to leak beyond us."

Kan nodded, his expression serious. "I'll handle the logistics. But Aizawa..."

The underground hero paused, glancing over his shoulder.

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Keep an eye on them. Whatever's brewing here—it's big. And Shigaraki's fixation on the students... it feels personal. Be careful."

Aizawa's gaze darkened, and he gave a curt nod. "I will."

The two teachers exchanged a final glance, a shared understanding passing between them, before Kan turned to leave. Aizawa remained at his desk, his gaze drifting towards the window, watching as the sun set below the horizon.

The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders, but his resolve was unshaken.

Aizawa's jaw tightened. Whatever Shigaraki was planning, he would make sure the villain never got it.

He didn't know how far the villina was willing to go, but Aizawa would make sure his students were ready.

He'd be damned if he let the villain get what he wanted.

Not on his watch.

A/N: ahhh, i'll be honest, i'm taking my time just cuz i dont want this to end, you guys have been the best readers ever but alas, the training arc is coming  upon us💔😩 question; if i were to continue the book, would you guys be interested to read? ngl i made this in mind of setting the ground work, etc. so that's why eveyrthing was so weird/moving slow--heck not even much yandere tendecies--, but just know, if you guys are serious about part 2, i promise everything will be full-on fanservice--on both ends 👀 (if you guys are interested, i'll be sure to explain more in next a/n)

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📼💪 Hanta Sero: i have a lot of memories of him coming up to me and making observational jokes? like, endless hilarious jokes about really unexpected things

🍡🌌 Ochaco Uraraka: the poor girl was lacking funds and that resulted in some! very upsetting behavior! so i tried to make sure the student's fridge was always full and i got her a bunch of junk food and snacks all the time. i gave her an extra card i had and i also went a little overboard and got some room decorations and posters and stuff for her. she was the reason i changed the former policy that Might Tower's student outreach programs had, my dumb ass had not realized what was going on b4

📚🪆 Momo Yayorozu: the leader of the girl's sleepover squad. she was always getting new nail polish or types of tea or hair care products or face masks for all the girls to try together at a sleepover. and how do i know this? well, you'll never guess who was invited as an "honorary girl" to most of these sleepovers. it was shoto! betcha didn't see that coming. i was also there, haha!

🌑🐦‍⬛ Fumikage Tokoyami: he would write and share poetry often! it was pretty insightful and beautiful, and occasionally it would inspire his classmates bc i remember tsu sharing a few poems too

😈🗡️ Dark Shadow: dark shadow was such a disturbance in class until we started treating them like an actual person 😂 it made me rethink a lot of subtle rules that Nezu had, bc tokoyami's grades increased dramatically and dark shadow was able to perform better in P.E. when they knew the other parts of the lesson plan. who'd'a thunk it (this anime is a psychological horror)

🥊⛰️ Ejiro Kirishima: kirishima was so positive and supportive that you wouldn't expect him to struggle with negative self talk, but sometimes one on one tutoring got a little heavy! knowing his goals and inspirations helped me to give him pep talks and hype him up, and i also remember recommending a few movies, plus a documentary on crimson riot that he said he had never seen before. i told him i dye my hair too (bleach)

🪩🎭 Yuga Aoyama: after the whole. well. plot thing, he was so sad and so scared, but everyone in the class was very supportive and tried to be a good friend to him! he confided in me about feelings of guilt and shame sometimes, and i was grateful to be able to reassure him. it was also cool to be able to reassure him about having a quirk he wasn't born with, bc same hat.

🦁🥋 Mashirao Ojirou: we watched all of the star wars movies in 30 minute to an hour sessions after tutoring. his hero costume was inspired by luke skywalker's outfit in a new hope. it kind of ruled

👾💗 Mina Ashido: pinky helped me figure out a bunch of stretching routines for the class, especially her peers who had different body plans or muscle tension. tutoring her was more like her tutoring me half the time!!

🪞💡 Toru Hagakure: her quirk awakening was so cool, she got skilled enough at it to make bizarre glowing checkerboard patterns move across her body. she looked like a glitched minecraft texture sometimes, it was awesome

🐙🥷 Mezo Shoji: he was part of the poetry club and he also could play the sanshin (i think. it was tall and had three strings and he used a pick or his fingers). he was shy in front of groups but he was a beautiful performer and i might have cried the first time i heard him play

🍰🍬 Rikido Sato: he was so sweet and sensitive that he was one of the only people who could hold kouda's rabbit. i was in his room all the time because he kept baking me treats

🐇🕊️Koji Kouda: lemme tell you, this guy's quirk in the middle of summer when all the ants start trying to come indoors? game changer. one of my favorite things about him is he would baa like a sheep sometimes.

🚏⛑️ Tenya Iida: one time he ran out of glasses by breaking them all and he had to wear prescription swim googles until his replacements arrived. pure game, legends only

🎤🎚️ Kyoka Jirou: she made some seriously killer remixes in her free time, it was so awesome being able to hear them, like itching part of my brain. extremely stimmy hyperpop shawn wasabi core stuff, bangers only

🔥🧊 Shoto Todoroki: he had this ongoing theme where he would get mismatched red and white stuff, like pairs of shoes, which matched his hair colors. i remember him getting both vanilla and strawberry whenever he would get sweets, and he had this big knit blanket that was half white and half red that he used in the common area sometimes

🐸🌧️ Tsuyu Asui: tsu would ask the most interesting questions sometimes. like sometimes you'd just be sitting there in the common room doing something else, and she'd come up to you and then read you so severely it'd give me whiplash. i saw a few students react... poorly, to this, at times, but i think it was a testament to how observant tsu was that she could pinpoint not only someone's insecurities but even a few explanations for those insecurities, accurately. and some of her classmates seemed to really appreciate being so Seen and Known. definitely a trait that's valuable in a hero!! extremely awkward when she called me out on my hygiene due to my mental health 😂

🍇⛓️‍💥 Minoru Mineta: i dunno how to say this but in my canon she was trans. idk. an integral member of the girl's sleepover squad. as soon as she felt accepted she became the most cool and chill person ever, everyone loved her

🥦🐰 Izuku Midoriya: pretty much the most common activity Izuku did besides work out was sit next to me with his notebook and write stuff about me in it. he had a ruler or sometimes a measuring tape that he would use, and i would catch him measuring random parts of my body when i wasn't looking and writing it down. dude knew the exact length of my wrinkles and what not. just complete fanboy behavior, he had his hyperfixation on lock

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🎞️♟️ Sir Nighteye: one of the most common memories i have is this repeated situation that i put us through where i had a crush on him, right? so i would be on the verge of confessing or kissing him or holding his hand but then he would use his quirk on me and see that i was about to do that and then he would get so flustered that i wouldn't. which is changing the future btw jsyk

🛡️⌨️ David Shield: shout out to that one semester of college where whenever i went to find david he was in the labs working without eating or sleeping, listening to ABBA on repeat. what a legend.

🔎👔 Naomasa Tsukauchi: when i met his sister for the first time then it suddenly explained like so much about him. he also helped me connect with an organization to foster kittens when i was rescuing them outside of work. we would text each other memes

👁️❌ Eraserhead: aizawa had this secret evil sixth sense where he could just tell whenever i was smoking and would magically appear out of nowhere (feeding stray alley cats) and catch me in the act (trying to quit)(not succeeding)(nicotine gum did not help)

🔊🎙️ Present Mic: president michael's radio show was extremely popular so whenever he would do a call challenge then his work phone would be destroyed with incoming messages. he was pretty much always ringing off the hook with work stuff but it was insurmountable on giveaway days.

🪤🔒 Midnight: we would go out drinking with her friends a lot, sometimes with coworkers but sometimes she would introduce me to all sorts of folks. she was extremely social and popular??!

👻🗃️ Ectoplasm: he flipping loved karaoke, he would only go out with any of us if we were going to do karaoke. he would use his quirk to sing harmonies. he also did jigsaw puzzles in the common area sometimes, and sudoku.

⚕️🌀 Thirteen: she had such a messed up sleep schedule dude, so when we figured out that we had the same taste in tv then the dorm couch became like. a crash pad. usually one of us was leaving a recently vacated depression nest of blankets and snacks with a nature documentary playing

🚧🏢 Cementoss: ken was such a sweetheart he was always giving me sweets and trying to care for my wellbeing. he liked nature documentaries too so he was part of the late night cuddle puddle often, altho he usually went to bed instead of sleeping on the couch

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So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure and a male reader in an Aladdin au please? I imagine the reader is a prince who falls in love with the street rat Yasuhiro. What do you think?

Aladdin AU! Yasuhiro Hagakure x M! Prince Reader Oneshot ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (BTW, I think this idea is so ADORABLE, and personally, Hiro's one of my FAVORITE THH characters, he's so silly goofy.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the bustling city of Agrabah, where the sun always hung high in the sky, beaming warm, golden rays upon the rooftops, there were always interesting sights to see as people went about their hectic, daily lives. This was especially true today in the marketplace, as a loud cacophony of shouts sounded through the rows of tents, merchants scrambling to protect their wares from the guards angrily chasing after one man.

Yasuhiro Hagakure was known as many things; a fortune teller, a swindler, and to most, a lowly street rat. Today, he could add bread thief to the list, as his wild hair made him easy for the guards to pursue, a loaf of bread clutched tightly in his calloused, tanned hands. He was a distinctive figure, always getting into trouble here and there, navigating through life with a sense of carefreeness, bordering on recklessness, that often got him into trouble with the city guardsmen. But to you, he was something entirely different. Something interesting.

From the polished, marble balcony of the royal palace, you watched the city below with a longing that none of your royal tutors or advisors could ever quite understand. Your life was luxurious, every need and want catered to, yet it was akin to a golden cage. Everyday, you stood on your balcony, and watched the commonfolk live their lives, the sights and sounds furthering your desire for excitement, thrill, and freedom. But it wasn't until today, when you caught a glimpse of Yasuhiro, with his easy grin and the way he seemed to laugh in the face of danger, that you knew exactly what was missing.

That night, you donned a thick cloak, and snuck out from your palace bedroom, stepping foot into the night. The flickering of lantern light was always a pretty sight to fall asleep with, but tonight, you walked among them, their gentle glow casting shadows along the sandy ground. You had a goal in mind, and you were determined to achieve it.

Then, you saw him.

Sitting against a wall, a single lantern lit up a moth-eaten blanket he had laid on the ground, covered in an assortment of various fortune-telling trinkets. A pile of personal items, such as blankets and extra clothes, lay next to him, including a half-eaten bread loaf perched on top. He tore off a piece, and brought it to his mouth. As you approached him, he quickly swallowed, pushing his messy hair back, and smiled his lopsided smile that made your heart race. “Hey there, you look a bit lost,” he said, his voice gravelly, light and teasing. “Looking for your future, or maybe trying to escape your present?"

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, sitting cross-legged in front of him. “Maybe a bit of both.”

Yasuhiro laughed, a sound that was rough but sincere. “Well, whatever it is, you’ve come to the right place. But don’t go putting too much stock in fortunes, yeah? I just make this stuff up as I go along. But don't tell anybody, it's bad for business!”

You chuckled, nodding along. “And what about your own fortune? What does it say?”

Yasuhiro looked at you, his expression softening. “My fortune? Ah, it’s pretty simple. Live today, hope for tomorrow. Maybe find a nice patch of sky to sleep under. You’d be surprised how many stars you can see when you’re not looking at them from behind palace walls.”

Your breath caught, and you wondered if he knew. But the look in his eyes told you he did—Yasuhiro was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and he could see through your disguise with ease.

“Not a bad way to live,” you said softly, leaning in a little closer.

“Nah,” Yasuhiro shrugged. “It’s not much, but it’s mine. Freedom’s worth more than gold, you know.”

And that was how it began; afternoons spent exploring the winding streets, nights laying under the open sky, and secret meetings in the shadows of the palace walls. Yasuhiro taught you how to navigate the world outside your sheltered life, and in turn, you showed him a gentleness he’d hadn't experienced before. It wasn’t just about escaping anymore—it was about discovering the kind of love that couldn’t be found in any prophecy or royal decree.

One night, as you both lay on a rooftop, the stars spread out above you like an intricately woven tapestry, you turned to Yasuhiro. The city lanterns glittered below, but all you could see was him.

"Come with me," you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. "To the palace. There must be some kind of way we can be together-" Yasuhiro looked at you, his usual carefree bravado flickering like a candle in the wind. "You're asking a lot of me, Princey. That's not my world."

"But it could be," you insisted, wanting to bring him closer to your way of life. "We could make it ours."

Yasuhiro sighed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “You don’t belong in the streets, and I don’t belong in a palace. But… maybe we belong here, right now, with each other.”

And maybe that was enough. For a street rat and a prince, a thousand nights under the stars would always mean more than any royal throne.

[yandere-x-reader]

➼ Dividers done by @/cafekitsune

Color Code: Romantic, Platonic, Either

MHA / BNHA ♡

Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko, Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum, Emi Fukukado/Miss Joke, Nemuri Kayama/Midnight, Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King, Nezu, Eri Aizawa

FNAF:SB ♡

Sun, Moon, Roxy, Monty, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, DJMM, Vannesa/Vanny, Gregory, Map Bot

Encanto

Luisa, Mirable, Isabella, Delores,Camilo, Alma, Pepa, Bruno, Julieta, Felix, Agustin, Antonio

Gravity Falls ♡

Bill Chipher, Stanley, Stanford, Mable, Dipper.

OCs ♡

To be added

Anonymous asks

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I will write

Different AU's: I can do all diffrent types! Pirate, mafia, hybrid, fantasy, royalty, mermaid, soulmates, mall workers, vampires, ghosts, ect. Or if you have your own AU and would like me to do somthing with it I can tolltally do that to.

Omegaverse: I know not everyone likes this trope but i'm a absaloute sucker for it. I can do Alpha, Beta, or Omega for charecters or Reader. I do write heats but not in a sexual way, i personally write them kinda like a human period but replace the blood with increased body tempetures.

Any Gender: I am personally genderfluid and AFAB so those are the two that I would have the most experience with. However if you want me to do somthing like a trans reader or AMAB reader than I can try my best. Don't be afraid to make it specific to you, everone is diffrent and I understand trying to look for something that fits you more than the stereotypes.

Crossovers: I don't see a lot of creators in any fandom doing crossovers a lot. I see like *Insert charecter* x reader with *insert other character* personality but not really crossovers. So feel free to request a crossover with a diffrent show.

Any skin color: I love having variety in my writing so I will do any skin colors. I can do basic skin colors, from pale peach to dark brown. I can also do exstream versions like skin that is nearly paper white from how pale it is or skin that us nearly space black from how dark it is. I can also do unnatural skin colors, like Mina!

Alterhuman Reader: Ok so I see absaloutly no alterhuman reader fanfics out there so i'm here to change that. I'm not personally a alterhuman but I do have a few freinds that are. If you want me to do a specific one instead of basic I can also do that. Like instead of a dragon kin I can do a dragon kin with space wing and starts eyes with claws that glow in the dark ect.

Body Marks: I personally have stretch marks, moles, freckles, and odd placed birthmarks so I can do any of these or others if you would like. If you are specifically extra self-conscious of your body marks than I can add extra levels of love to specific part if you would like :)

Feel free to requests anything as long as it's not in my will not write list!

I will not write

Abuse: I will not do the character inflicting pain on the reader or the reader inflicting pain on the charecter. I can do mentions of past abuse, such as a charecter or reader flinching at touch or loud noise.

Cheating: character doing it to reader or reader doing it to character is just a big no. I never understood cheating, if you don't love somone just break up with them. If you can't do it for safety reson than find a support system to protect you in dangerous situations.

Misscarage: I have lost three sibling to this and I still cry at night thinking of them, please don't ask me to do anything to do with this subject. If you do I will give you 1 warning and then I'm blocking you.

Abortion: I don't really have a side here but I don't like the though of writing it as it makes me uncomfortable.

Rape/SA: I don't feel comfortable doing this subject. I can not do mentions of it as I have not personally experienced it and don't want to miss somthing or do something wrong.

NSFW: I may be a yandere blog but I do not wish to do anything sexual on this blog, only romantic and platonic here.

Note

Don't worry about being cringe with me! As long as your not hurting anyone than why should I stop you from having fun? Fell free to be your authentic self and request somthing super specific if you want.

[ind1exo]

[ How I Pronounce WH Characters' Names ]

Elias Goldstein: (2017) El-li-yahs Gold-steen; (Now) El-li-yis Gold-steen

Yukiya Reizen: (2017) Yu-kai-yah Rey-zin; (Now) Yu-key-ya Rey-zin

Luca Orlem: Lu-ka Or-lem

Klaus Goldstein: Claus Gold-steen

Randy March: Ran-dee March

Azusa Kuze: Uh-zu-sa Ku-zay

Joel Crawford: (2017) Johl Crawford; (Now) Jo-el Crawford

Vincent Knight: Vincent Night

Leon: Leon

Cerim Leiado: Ser-im Lay-ah-do

Guy Brighton: Guy Brai-tin

Glenn Qing: Glenn King

Leslie Roseblade: Les-lee Rose-blade

Sigurd Curtis: Sih-gurd Kur-tis

Mel Glover: Mehl Glow-ver

Zeus Brundle: Zeus Brun-dul

Hiro Tachibana: He-ro Tah-chi-ba-na

Alfonse Goldstein: Al-fonse Gold-steen

Caesar Raphael: See-zar Ra-fai-el

Lucious Duller: (2018) Luh-cious Dul-ler; (Months ago) Lu-see-is Dul-ler; (Now) Lu-cious Dul-ler I've taken years of vacations off the game twice so that's why the timeline is drastic

Hugo Peers: Hue-go Peers

Hisoka Hagakure: He-so-ka Ha-ga-ku-rae

Willem V. Rembrandt: Will-em V. Rem-brant

Nox Noir: Nohx No-ar

Rex Blanc: Rehx Blahnk

Gray: Gray

Ted: Tehd

Lars Lagrene: Lars Lah-gren

Clive Lagrene: Clive Lah-gren

Florin Arden: Floor-in Ar-den

Albert Auburne: Ahl-bert Au-burn

Light Fildora: Light Fill-dora

Felix: Feel-lix

Viggo: Vih-go

Vain: Vain

Zett: Zeht

Augustus Cole: Au-gist-us Kole

Scarlett Quinn: Skar-let Quin

Randolph: Randolph

Conrad Schuyler: Cohn-rad Sk-huy-ler (It's hard to tell how his last name is actually pronounced...)

Loran Merkulova: Low-ran Mer-ku-lova

Thanatos: Than-na-tohs

Lacan: Lah-kan

Carbuncle: Car-bun-kle

Eress: Air-ess

Ronnie: Rah-nee

Chica: Chi-ka

Mischa: Mees-cha (Surprisingly, since my accent is supposed to make me say Mihs-cha like mischievous)

Chocolate Cake (Coco): I just call him Coco because saying the whole name is a pain. Luca reference

Nidhogg: Nihd-hog

Shu: Shoo