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Mind Games Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Is Tartarus Hiring?

Rating: Teen

TW: Graphic depictions of violence/gore, some sexual situations (usually brief, included for comedy and/or plot progression), MC is a bit unstable, mental health, 2 uses of the f-word, quirk addiction

Chapter 1: She’s Awake

Chapter 15: Mind Games

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Mei Hatsume was a spritely one, to say the least. When arriving at UA, you had naturally assumed Bakugou would be the one causing all the explosions, but nope. Hatsume clearly didn’t care for first impressions, having nearly blown you, Deku and Uraraka to bits showcasing one of her “super cute babies.” Not to mention it took her ten minutes to finally notice your missing appendage and realize why you were visiting. You yourself had almost forgotten in the meantime.

“Yowzah!” Hatsume exclaimed, poking you in the forearm. “That looks painful, what happened here?”

“Villains, Hatsume,” you grunted, growing tired of her assertiveness. You didn’t even bother reading her mind—it was simply too chaotic. With so many ideas flooding into her brain at once, you wondered if this girl ever got any sleep. “Villains happened. Don’t you remember the attack a few days ago?”

“Of course I do! Several of my classmates won’t stop talking about it. To have that many villains on our campus at one time? We seriously need to up our security game at this school. I mean, I honestly can’t believe the teachers allowed the villains to get so close!”

Uraraka nodded in agreement. “From what Deku was telling me, it sounds like the League of Villains had planned almost every little thing out in detail.”

You turned to Midoriya. “You think they know someone on the inside of UA?”

“I do wonder,” Midoriya replied, bringing a hand to his chin pensively. “Actually, that would make a lot of sense. But who would this person be? They couldn’t possibly be in our class, there’s no one that could fit that bill. Maybe another class? Or maybe a—no, not a teacher. All of the staff at UA has a long history of Pro Hero work and clean records.”

“Deku,” Uraraka tapped him. “You’re doing it again.”

“Your one-handed friend here showed up at an interesting time, maybe it’s her,” Hatsume shrugged, almost conceitedly. In response, Midoriya gave you a very intriguing look. His expression was unfamiliar to you, almost as if his trust in you did dip after hearing Hatume’s suggestion. Which was stupid—you brought up this traitor thing in the first place, what the hell kind of a strategy would that be?

“Whoa, slow down, Hatsume,” you growled. “What would the point of that be? The League literally kidnapped me, are you dumb? Which brings me to why I’m here. I need a new hand. It’s kind of challenging to go without one, especially since my right hand was dominant.”

“Ooooh!” Mei’s tune reverted back to nothing but giddiness as she grabbed your bandaged arm to inspect it. “What are ya thinking, then? I’m not giving you some boring old prosthetic, just so you’re aware.”

“Actually I did put thought into it. My quirk isn’t fully suited for battle or self-defense, so I’d love something that can broaden my horizons in that regard.”

“Go on,” Hatsume smirked at you.

“I was thinking a hand that transforms between some sort of long-range weapon and a regular old five-fingered hand.”

“I like it! I’ll get to work right away, everybody out!” Hatsume shouted boisterously. “My babies and I need some privacy!”

“W-wait, you don’t need more information?”

“I already got your left hand’s measurements and whatnot, so no need!” Huh? When did she do that? “Now, scram!” Mei Hatsume ushered the three of you out of the Support Department’s lab, her hand coming into contact with Deku’s waist a couple of times. With you and Uraraka on either side of him, his next thoughts were hard to ignore.

Why does this always happen to me?

With Hatsume behind me, Aya on my left and Ochako on my right…

It’s too much!

They’re all so close!

Hey, she needs to watch her hand!

Seriously, it’s like I’m the main character in an anime or something!

I mean I’m not really complaining but come on!

Having been effectively shoved into the hallway, you burst into laughter the moment Deku’s eyes met yours. To keep yourself from falling over, you leaned into Uraraka. Midoriya awkwardly scratched his head and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“You and women,” you chortled, feeling Uraraka stiffen. “That’s what’s funny—no, hilarious.”

“What are you—oh.” Deku’s entire face turned even redder than before, making you feel a bit maniacal. Ah, manipulation was fun, sometimes.

Your laughter finally began to die out. “Did you forget I got my quirk back or something?” You whispered to Uraraka to give her context, the color of her cheeks quickly matching Deku’s. Based on Uraraka’s thoughts, perhaps it was a good day to play matchmaker?

Nah, maybe later.

“So cute,” you chuckled to yourself, turning and wandering down the hall. “Well, I gotta run. I guess some of the UA staff want me at one of their meetings. I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes. Later!”

You wondered if leaving them alone together would spark anything or if they’d be too aloof to notice each other. Knowing those two, the latter was more likely.

Inside the UA conference room, you were greeted by Nezu, Aizawa, and All Might. Waving you over with his typical deadpan expression, Aizawa suggested you take a seat next to him. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something about the situation was making you feel very uncomfortable. Sick to your stomach, even. The room was dark, the thoughts were suspicious, heads were low.

“Welcome, Aya,” Nezu spoke up, smiling at you. “Thank you for taking the time to join us today.”

“Thank you for having me,” you responded, cautiously taking your seat. You quieted everyone’s thoughts, eager to focus on their words and actions instead. “What’s going on?”

“Well, we’ve all been wondering about something.” He paused, his beady eyes never leaving yours. “What’s all this about dismantling the hero ranking system?”

You swear your heart fell out of your chest at that moment. “What do you mean? Who told you about that?”

Your question triggered a matching thought among everyone present. You snickered quietly, your gaze focused on your lap.

Who else would’ve tattled on you but that shady Number Two Hero himself?

“Hawks, huh,” you comment before anyone could even reply to you, your eyes bulging out of your head. Even with everything you did for him, he goes and does this? What the fuck was he thinking?

The door to the room then swung open, the backstabbing devil himself striding on in and grabbing a seat across from you. “Sorry I’m late,” the Wing Hero apologized, casually sipping away at a can of coffee. You stared at him, eye twitching.

“We just need to address our concerns is all,” All Might cut in, ignoring Hawks’ tardiness.

“UA is a prestigious hero academy and all students’ values must align with the school’s,” Nezu added. “Your involvement with Class 1-A has been unique, something our school has never seen before.”

“What, a fucking TA?” you snarl, half-lidded eyes locking onto Nezu.

“Aya,” All Might snapped at you. “Everything will be alright, just let the principal finish.”

Oh, the power you held in your hands right now—well, hand. All Might and Hawks in the same room? You could reveal both their secrets to Nezu and unleash—

No, calm down and be patient. You can read minds, not tell the future.

“Fine,” you growl, setting an elbow on the table and resting your chin on the palm of your hand. “Get to the point.”

“Because of Hawks’ intel, we believe we must act on behalf of our students, putting their safety first and removing you from this institution.”

Before you could get a word in, Aizawa nudged you and said, “We also believe the bond you have with your quirk has grown exponentially. As much as I’d like for you to stay, it is likely time you pack up and go back into the world. This is good news—this was always part of the plan when we brought you in.”

Nezu jumped back into the conversation. “Yes, but due to your newly discovered stance on Heroes, you’re not to be fully trusted, which is why we are telling you this a little sooner.”

First, you raised an eyebrow at All Might. Why was he so quiet? You knew about one of the biggest secrets in all of Japan—Midoriya being in possession of One For All!

Then you narrowed your eyes at Hawks, the most double-dealing individual you knew. You were definitely going to have a word with him when this was over.

“So I’m a threat now? Just because of what I said? You don’t even have the right context! I was being pressured by the League of Villains! Maybe you Heroes are crazy.”

“We plan on helping you find an apartment,” Aizawa explained. “Somewhere in the area so you can continue visiting. UA can budget to help you financially as well.”

All Might grinned at you. “And even if there isn’t room in the budget, I’m happy to help as well. I hope you’re not getting the idea that we wish to be done with you forever, because we don’t.”

Oh. That sounded kinda nice. “What about General Studies?” you asked. “Why can’t I just enroll?”

“We simply too far into the year,” Nezu explained. “There’s always the next, but even by then you’ll already be eighteen.”

That’s right, your birthday was in about a month or so. You let out a long sigh. “Guess I’m stuck. Gonna need a job, too.”

“With your quirk, it won’t be hard to find one,” Hawks replied, finishing his coffee and leaning back in his seat. “Just slap it on a résumé.”

“There is another problem, though,” Nezu continued, grabbing a packet and flipping through several pages. “In preparation of his report, Hawks gathered some further information before coming to us. I see you have no employment history, were kicked out of elementary school, lived with multiple foster families, and have been charged with robbery, assault and battery.”

“The battery bit was my fault,” Hawks interrupted, earning a dramatic eye roll from you.

“To top things off, you’ve apparently spent time in an insane asylum. Though your quirk may be useful, be prepared for declined background checks and other issues when trying to find work. Come to think of it, have you even learned how to drive?”

“Self-taught but yes,” you pout. “Still need a damn license. Though you should know, a student in the Department of Support is making a prosthetic hand for me. Can I please remain on campus until she's done?”

The teachers and staff all exchanged glances. "Starting today, you have one week."

"Great. Is there anything else you stupid Pros want or am I good to leave?"

"You're excused," Nezu proclaimed.

Immediately, you shot out of your seat and leaned over the table, staring Hawks down. "A word in the hallway?"

To make matters worse, Hawks had the audacity to smile at you. “Sure,” was all he said, grinning ear to ear.

As soon as the door to the conference room was shut behind Hawks, you spun around and pinned him to the wall without any hesitation. Based on his annoying smirk, you could assume he let you pin him. “What do you think you’re doing reporting me like that?” you hissed, the man’s egotistical grin finally faltering.

“I was just doing my job,” Hawks retorted, bringing a finger to his lips and then pointing at his temple.

“Are you fu—” Instantaneously, the Number Two Hero panicked and covered your mouth with a gloved hand, staring at you intently.

The League is listening to us.

I need you to react to my thoughts and not my words.

Can you agree to that?

Can I remove my hand now?

You nodded.

“Pipe down, I was gonna report you anyway,” Hawks stated, folding his arms. “I mean, I needed to. Dismantling our entire hero system? Come on. Sounds like quite the threat, don’t you think?”

Dabi told me to report you to UA.

Don’t ask why, he wouldn’t tell me.

I wasn’t certain how the school would react.

I need to sell this, so I’m sorry you have to pay a bit of the price.

You blinked at him, wishing you could project your own thoughts and communicate with Hawks telepathically.

“If you aren’t going to say anything, then please get off.”

You backed away from Hawks and cleared your throat. “Alright, alright.”

“Thank you. You take care of yourself, you hear?”

Cheer up, buttercup!

“Sure,” you murmured, a bit startled this was the League’s handiwork.

See ya later.

The next thing you knew, you were standing alone in a desolate hallway.

Back in class, you impatiently slumped at Aizawa’s desk and kicked back as he taught Class 1-A about the most common lawsuits heroes face in society. Invasion of Privacy was a frequent lawsuit, in which many Pro Heroes get unnecessarily beat over the head for touching a person inappropriately. Confused? Sure, it sounds justifiable on the surface—but then Aizawa continued on, explaining that people won’t hesitant to make these lawsuits for the money.

“Oftentimes, civilians will make false claims about being touched inappropriately while caught in midair or moved out of the way of danger, among other things,” Mr. Aizawa stated, clicking through some slides showing lawsuit statistics. “Civil Rights lawsuits are also routine. For example, people would probably notice Grape Juice ‘choosing’ to save more women than men. No matter what, we must remember rescuing civilians is part of our job. We are meant to save whoever whenever. You will have eyes on you at all times, so act fairly and responsibly.”

Kirishima raised a hand. “So you mean to say that if I come into contact with someone’s waist, on purpose or not, I could end up getting sued for saving them?”

“That’s precisely it,” Aizawa nodded. “On top of everything else, Pro Heroes must be considerate of this. For the most part, people will be grateful and not bat an eye, but don’t be surprised if you save someone who’s a little catty. In other words, good luck running a successful agency if you’re getting sued all the time.”

Well, you really hoped Mineta would take this lesson to heart. For you, the lecture was useful but taxing. Why do people have to be so finicky?

Once all the students had filed out of the room after class, Aizawa approached you with a stack of papers. “Do you mind grading these assignments for me tonight?”

“I don’t mind,” you replied, taking the pile from him. “What, you have plans or something?”

“Yes, finding you an apartment to live in.” There was a pause. “I’m sorry about all that’s happening, Aya. It wasn’t really up to me.” The teacher turned around to pull out some more documents from inside his desk. “I made a résumé for you. There are a few copies here. I also emailed you the electronic version.”

You’d never had a résumé before. “Thanks,” you said, taking the paperwork from him and looking it over. Every single word on the sheet was positive. “Wow, this is really detailed. And nice of you.”

“It’s just about who you are. You’re a good kid and I wish you the best. Feel free to come and train with myself, Shinsou or Class 1-A anytime. All Might, Hawks and myself are your best references.”

“Hawks surprises me, but I’ll take it. Why didn’t you have a say in letting me stay?”

“I mean I had a say, but it was Principal Nezu who made the final decision. You’ve blossomed into a talented quirk-user and it does make sense for you move on from UA. We both know this isn’t truly where you want to be.”

“I guess you’re right,” you shrugged. “I’m just worried to tell everyone.”

“And that’s just it.” Reassuringly, Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed. “The relationships you’ve made here are why you feel the need to stay, but I believe there are bigger things in store for you.”

“What’s bigger than becoming a Pro Hero?”

Well, perhaps a vigilante’s line of work would best suit you.

The following day, you and Midoriya visited Mei Hatsume to check on your gear’s status.

“All done!” Hatsume sang, running to grab your prosthetic hand. Her bubbly attitude would normally make your head spin, but you were too excited to care. Hatsume popped out from behind a countertop, a fascinatingly silver and white robotic hand in her possession. “Ta-da!” the student proclaimed. “My newest baby! Check out what she can do!” Hatsume flipped a switch implanted in the metal, the hand transforming into knife-like weapon. “Not only does she do that, but there’s a third mode!” She changed the setting again, triggering the mechanical device to shift into a pistol-like gun. “Here’s that sexy long distance you were asking for!” Without warning, she turned and fired the gun, putting a hole in the wall. “Neat, right?”

“Neat?” Hatsume handed the tech to you, allowing you to finally check it out yourself. “This is amazing! How does the gun work? What ammo does it use? Also how to I attach this to myself?”

“Well first and foremost, this is based off a concept weapon proposed by US scientists!In terms of ammo, the gun setting harvests the sun's energy to power a constellation of chemical lasers mounted on the prosthetic’s metal base. Stored in battery cells, the solar power can be unleashed as a high-energy laser beam to fry ground, sea, air or space-based targets. Basically, the device is completely solar powered and uses power from the sun as ammo! Which unfortunately also means your ammo is slightly weaker at nighttime or in a super dark room. But, it’s unlimited, so there’s that!” Hatsume then demonstrated how to attach the hand to your body, the process being both easy and mostly painless. “Now it has to connect to your nervous system in order for you to control it, so make sure to press the power button once you’ve latched the hand onto yourself. You may feel a slight pinch each time, but it’s nothing to worry about.”

You wiggled your mechanical fingers, continuously messing around with your new appendage and testing out the device. “This is incredible! I should’ve lost a hand to a villain sooner!” you shouted, glancing over to see Deku grinning at you. “What?”

“Oh, I’ve just never seen you so happy,” he responded. “We should go train in the gym with some of the others! Y’know, if it’s available.”

Midoriya wasn’t wrong. You were feeling pretty ecstatic.

You wondered when a good time to tell him would be.

“Yes, let’s train,” you smiled at him, pumping your shiny new fist into the air. “Lead the way!”

Smiling back at you a few moments later, in addition to Midoriya, was Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari and Sero. Bakugou was also leaning against wall nearby, but wasn’t smiling or paying much attention, as per usual.

“Midoriya told us about your new upgrade!” Kirishima bounced over to you, curiously inspecting your arm. Mina, Sero and Kaminari mirrored him, doing the exact same. You showed them the three separate modes, taking your sweet time in order to build up their excitement.

“So cool!” Kaminari proclaimed, spinning in a celebratory circle. “Bakugou, check this out!”

Hands in his pockets, Bakugou sauntered over, the rest of his crew moving out of the way. “Am I supposed to be impressed or something?”

Unbelievable.

In an instant, you rolled your eyes and switched your hand to the necessary setting, aiming the device at Bakugou and pulling the trigger with your left hand. As you’d intended, the gun’s laser zipped just past him, missing the student’s head by an inch. Having caught his undivided attention, you got right to the point and began shouting at the blonde. “Teach me what you know!” you requested, flaunting your new weapon. “Please teach me how to fight, Bakugou-san!”

Just as you’d planned, calling him Bakugou-san went straight to his head.

“Tch,” he chuckled, small sparks flying out of his hands. “That’s the real reason you and Deku dragged me out here, eh?”

Mina stepped forward. “This’ll be fun! I can totally help with long-range attacks!”

“Me too!” Sero smiled, flexing.

Kirishima hardened, activating his quirk. “I’ll work with her on defense!”

“Kaminari, can you and I help her with offense?” Midoriya asked him.

“Of course!” Kaminari replied, full of energy.

“Wait, what does that leave me?!” Bakugou screamed in your face.

“How about battle strategy?” You shrugged, a sadistic glint in your eye. “Or are you not smart enough to do that, sensei?”

“Hmph! I’ll teach you how to become the best!”

“Better than you?”

“Of course not, stupid! But you can’t learn the best unless it comes from the best, so you better be grateful!”

You laughed, switching your hand into its five-fingered form and rubbing the back of your neck. “Of course, how could I forget?”

Training went smoothly and, more importantly, was a lot of fun. Mindscape was useful when it came to reading attacks early, being able to dodge and then moving in quickly once you spotted an opening. Eventually, Todoroki walked in too and apologized for being late. The fire and ice wielder got to work with you on quickly switching between the different modes of your hand, deciding when to use the gun for long-range attacks and the fist or blade for close combat.

After almost two full hours of training, you spontaneously decided now was the time.

“Hey,” you paused, looking around at every one of your friends. “I’m leaving,” you blatantly stated, catching them off guard.

Kirishima froze. “You’re what?”

“The hell does that mean, idiot?” Bakugou grunted in succession.

“Leaving to where?” Todoroki said, giving you a funny look.

“Thank you all for everything, but,” you sighed at the ground and then locked eyes with Midoriya, “I was told to leave UA.”

After breaking the news to all of them, you waited until evening to tell the rest of Class 1-A about being excommunicated from UA High. You thanked the group for being so friendly and supportive of you.

You just hoped they’d continue being supportive when learning about your next move.

“But it’ll be okay,” you said right after going over everything, standing up from the couch and placing both hands on your hips. “Because you all have your Hero Work-Studies and stuff, so everyone’s going to be pretty busy. I want to stay busy too, so in one month I turn eighteen and am gonna find out if Tartarus is hiring!”

The entire class stared at you in awe, Mineta dropping his tea on the carpet. “Huh?!”

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Chapter 15: Mind Games

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fatkish · 2 months

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Aizawa and Class 1A x Student Alchemist Reader

In this, the reader has the same tattoos as scar. The reader’s left arm deconstructs molecules and their right arm reconstructs molecules.

The reader is quirkless so they use Alchemy to even the odds and are good at combat.

The reader took the entrance exam and has similar grade to Momo. Momo and the Reader share the 1/20 place amongst their peers

The reader aced the written test and destroyed the robots by using their alchemy to disassemble them. They got 45 villain points and 45 rescue points

When the teachers were looking over the students papers, Aizawa and Nedzu were amazed and skeptical of the reader being quirkless

Aizawa didn’t believe that you were quirkless so he used his quirk on you during his quirk apprehension test. Obviously it failed and he realized your were being honest on your paperwork. Still grilled you about it

Aizawa is ever so slightly more protective and stricter on you than other students. He worries all the time so he is a little harsher on you but you know that he just wants to push you a little more

You’re currently studying both flame and medical alchemy. You tend to study with recovery girl and help her out whenever you get the chance

During All Might’s hero vs villain training you were paired with Momo (Mineta didn’t get into the hero course) against Jirou and Kaminari. You won by creating a sleeping gas and put them to sleep whilst you and Momo wore gas masks she made

Bakugou refuses to admit your strength but has a secret respect for you since you beat him by altering his sweat’s molecules so it wasn’t explosive

Izuku has so many notes on you and has asked to draw your tattoos and you even began to teach him basic alchemy, although he sucks at it

When questioning you, you told Izuku that you were quirkless which he accidentally let it slip to his friends who then let the class know

After that you explained to the class that alchemy can be performed by anyone, it just take years of study and practice to perform and understand the basic rules and applications

Some didn’t believe you so you removed your shoe to show them all your second joint in your pinky toe as proof

Some still have a hard time believing it but most of the class accepted it

Kirishima, Sero, Iida, Jirou and Uraraka think you’re (manly) incredible and ambitious for dedicating yourself to something and making yourself strong despite the odds

Ashido, Kaminari and Hagakure still don’t believe that you’re quirkless

Tokoyami and Shoji both admire your strength and perseverance in trying to become a hero despite lacking a power and having been ridiculed and criticized for your dreams

Ojiro and you train in martial arts often as a means to strengthen one another

Tsuyu and you get along just fine as you both are some of the more mature students in classs

You tend to hang out with the quiet kids like Shoji, Tokoyami and Koda

You and Momo both bond over and help each other study the molecular make up of certain items

During the USJ attack, you used your flame alchemy on the Nomu. You used your conductive gloves to create the flames and tried to roast the Nomu

You took Hatsume’s place on Midoriya’s team in the Calvary battle

You fought Iida in the first rounds and won by creating a rugged and difficult terrain to run in as a means to slow him down, then you used your alchemy to seal his engines and managed to hit him in a pressure point that immobilized him

Todoroki was amazed when you were able to beat him in the sports festival. You turned his ice into water and then changed the arrangement of the stage’s molecular structure to that of quicksand and used the ground to swallow him up, winning your match.

Bakugou was pissed off when you altered your body’s carbon to be on the outside creating a skin of diamond like armor that his explosions couldn’t beat

You got 1st place in the festival but All Might accidentally let it slip during the award ceremony that you were quirkless

You got the third most offers from pros for internships out of the class

You ended up going with Best Jeanist and had a rather good time compared to Bakugou

After the Internships were over, you had mastered your flame alchemy and used it against All Might in your practical exam

Bonus: Todoroki learned that you can’t use flame alchemy when it’s raining or if your wet and accidentally started the ‘useless when wet’ shtick.

Now Bakugou makes fun of you whenever you get your gloves wet and acts like you need protection and enjoys babying you.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #dadzawa #dad might #all might x reader #platonic class 1a #class 1a x reader #mha #bnha #best jeanist

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i-wanna-die-like-now · 1 year

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Dp x bnha headcanons part 2! Or just weirdly specific things I see happening, idk just my thoughts on stuff.

Tsuyu gets super sleepy around Danny because of his ice powers and almost always struggles with being directly next to him, unlike Todoroki he doesn't have a warm side she can stick to.

Iida almost breaks down when Danny refused to listen to his rules by clicking on his aids (suppression for his sensitive hearing) Bakugou on the other hand finds it hilarious and takes to turning his own aids off when he no longer wants to listen.

Sato invites Danny to his weekly “sugar time” to teach him how to bake as a favour, Danny is surprisingly good at it and eventually him and Sato work together to include ectoplasm into their baking (without it coming to life) so Danny could top up his energy.

^^Bakugou refuses to let Danny near him when he cooks because of that very reason, he'd seen what his ectoplasm can do to food, he does still cook for him on occasion because he's never seen anyone savour his food the way Danny does! It most definitely goes to his head. Danny savours the food because 1. His parents can't cook to save their life. 2. Bakugous food is so much better than any type of take out and 3. He never knows when his next proper meal will be back home and is taking full advantage.

Danny goes to Hatsume for help with making a Fenton thermos (just in case) and she falls in love with the blueprints because what in the world was that layout, it's a mess that she finds thrilling to decipher it. Actually talking to Danny she realizes that no its not a mess he just has ADHD and can't write it down in a way anyone but him understood. (Danny is a genius and you can't convince me otherwise, he just has untreated ADHD 😭)

When Toga drinks Danny's blood her body has trouble with picking what form she changes into and they merge together, eyes changing and flashing in between green and blue and her hair being a mix of black and white. Her face almost looks exactly like Danny but something is off, his eyes are a little too big, his ears are a mix of pointed and normal and his skin has blotches of tan skin and deathly pale. She is fascinated with his green blood though and really wants to taste it, when she finally does get to it burns her tongue and throat and leaves her craving more. (If she separated the ectoplasm from the blood, which is virtually impossible, she'd be able to use the blood for Fenton and ectoplasm for Phantom. Because its the same DNA her quirk registers it as one person when mixed together and that's what causes them to blend)

Stain on the other hand would hate the taste and then finds out his quirk doesn't actually work on him properly, it makes his body heavy and very hard to move but it doesn't paralyze him completely because of the ectoplasm. He also definitely sees the potential Danny has.

Danny info dumps about space to everyone and everything at any chance he can, someone asks a question that shows they have a mild interest in the subject and he's off like a rocket. Izuku joins in with his own info dumping about heroes and their quirks, it somehow merges together and they start talking about space quirks and space themed heros.

Uraraka brings up sending him to space with her quirk halfway through a disagreement and Danny straight up drops it and asks her is she would. "Don't worry I can survive if I'm in my ghost form, it's for science! Hey- No wait don't walk away!" He ends up moping around for a whole week after and when Aizawa asked why he loses 5 years off his life. "Please don't ask your classmates to try and kill you." "But sir I'm already dea-" "get out!"

He duplicates himself so he can hold both of Eris hands to swing her, Eri loves to try and figure out which one is the original and she's surprisingly good at it.

Todoroki uses his fire side to help with Danny's chronic pain, after a while it becomes a habit to hold hands and all their spare time they're glued to eachother, neither of them are complaining.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fandom #danny fenton #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero acedamia #dp x bnha #bnha headcannons #danny phantom hc

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sakuraaachan · 1 year

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Virtual Experience - Izuku M.

Have you ever loved someone so much you created a fantasy virtual world to have sex with them? No?…..Okay.

Izuku Midoryia x Reader

Rating: mature, smut

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This is the full version of this story!

“Going stupid on that cock huh?”

You couldn’t speak, your body stuffed with Izuku’s cock. He relentlessly pounded into you while you held onto his shoulder for dear life.

He groans into your ear. ”Answer me baby.”

“Yes-yes- mhh!” You struggled to moan out, some drool coming out your mouth. Your nails start to poke into Izuku’s back. You're unable to see and only hold onto Izuku in hopes you won't get lost in the abyss of pleasure you were in.

You can hear Izuku chuckle, “relax baby you're gonna make me cum too fast.”

You close your eyes, doing your best to breathe while relaxing your muscles.

“THE TIME IS CURRENTLY 6:00PM, NOW SHUTTING DOWN”

The word goes black as you're brought back to reality. You remove the headset from your face, wiping some sweat from your forehead.

“How was that?” The intercom turns on, Mei Hatsumes voice speaking into it.

You look over at her through the glass doors, a smile on your face. “It felt so real Mei, your work is amazing.”

“Our work,” she corrects, pressing a button to release cold air into the chamber. “And of course it is a VR sexual experience you can actually feel, now that’s the future.”

The door makes a loud click as it unlocks. You grab a towel before exiting and heading up the stairs towards your shared office.

“So you're gonna tell me why you chose Deku as your male participant?”

You pause as you enter, looking at Mei with a shocked face. “You looked at the code didn’t you?”

“Duh! Now tell me everything.”

You sigh in defeat as you slumped into your chair, “so maybe being able to feel him up everytime he rips his suit was kinda getting to my head.”

“So that’s why you wanted to make this,” Mei allows a smirk to come over her face. “Pervert!” She shouts playfully, pointing a finger at you.

Pouting as you let out a small whine, you cross your arms. “Haven’t you ever wanted something so bad, but it was just out of reach?”

“You two are pretty close, so why would he reject you?”

“Have you seen the curves on Uraraka-san? You should have seen them in UA, it was disgusting how obvious it was that she was crushing on him,” you stare at the framed photo of you and Izuku at graduation.

“Doesn’t mean he liked her,” Mei mutters, shrugging her shoulders before abruptly turning your chair to face her. “Use the VR again.”

You raise a brow, “huh? I just got off and it’s 6:30.”

“Just go!” She persists, pulling you out the seat and pushing you out the officer door. “I wanna try something so get going!” She gives you one last push before slamming the door, you huff before going back down the stairs.

“Mei, can’t this wait for tomorrow?”

“Is someone talking?” She blankly ignores you, opening the glass chamber to the VR testing room.

“Mei!” You groan, reluctantly going into the room. “Whatever your testing, it better be worth it.”

She locks the door as you place the body pins on your chest, you take a deep breath before putting on the headset. The system loads you up before eventually you're placed in a different reality.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

The system specs in your eyes, loading as you get used to your surroundings. “Oh! Yes, I’m fine,” you blink a few times as your vision clears.

You're in a fancy restaurant, one that was illuminated by an orange light setting. Across from you is Izuku Midoriya, dressed in a fancy black suit. He smiles at you, a little bit of concern in his eyes. “Are you sure? Maybe you had too much wine?”

You giggle at his caring nature, “It’s nothing Deku, I just spaced out a bit”

He places a hand over yours. “Please...just call me Izuku.” Your face heats up at the contact, and a smile melts onto your face.

The waiter comes up to the table, a few more behind him. “Here is your check Mr and Mrs, and a complimentary champagne on us,” the waitress places a tray down, smiling at the two of you.

They walk away and you reach for the check, but Izuku grabs it from you shaking his head slightly. “What type of man would I be if I let you pay?”

“Oh, it’s okay Izuku, you do so much for me already….let me pay you back at least.”

He places his card in the checkbook, placing it down by the edge of the table. “You can pay me back later, tonight.” His voice is deep, hotter than it was before.

“O-oh” You flush.

“Y/n? Hatsume-san?”

Mei slams her laptop shut as an uninvited guest enters the office. “Deku! What a surprise, come here for some more testing?”

Izuku shakes his head with a small chuckle, “I’m here to see Y/n, she wasn’t answering her phone.”

Opportunity rushes into Mei's head and her grin widens. “Y/n is just testing our latest invention,” she points out the large window and Izuku walks over to look out.

He arches a brow, “is there something wrong with her?”

You were a sight to see, sitting down on a couch with your legs spreaded. Neck craned back with your mouth opening from time to time.

“We're still working on the name but introducing Fantasy VR, this baby allows you to have sex with anyone of your choosing.”

“Like..transportation?” Izuku asks.

“Illusions, nobody’s actually in there. Just Y/n’s subconscious, and the code of whoever she is doing it with. ” Mei explains, watching your trembling body. “I wonder who it is.”

“Me too,” He whispers.

Your heart rate spikes up, sounding an alarm on Mei’s closed computer. The girl grabs a nearby tablet before turning off your simulation. Izuku watches as you pull the headset off, brushing the sweaty hairs out of your face.

“This is literally the best thing ever Mei, we gotta make it portable.” You let out a laugh of amusement, “having sex with I-”

“You have a visitor!” She interrupts you, pressing the AC button. Confused you look at the window, the man that had just “fucked” you standing next to your best friend.

Shit.

The door clicks as it unlocks and you pull it open before exiting. It was like the walk of shame as you went up the stairs, with every step more embarrassment built within you. “Heyyy Deku…” You enter the office, grabbing the towel you left at your desk. “What brings you here?”

You try your best to act nonchalant, despite the blush that creeps up your cheeks. Izuku raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. I was just worried. Are you okay?"

“Fuck, it’s friday isn’t it.” You facepalm, groaning into your hand. “Shit, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, it seems like you’ve been busy.” He jokes, chuckling slightly at your flustered state.

You give him a sheepish smile, using the towel to wipe off the remaining sweat from your face. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was... testing out a new VR invention Mei and I have been working on.”

“Hey lovebirds calm it down a bit, I need to use Deku,” Mei interrupts the two of you, patting her plastic model of the VR headset. “I haven’t tried this baby on a male yet, since he’s here at perfect timing.”

You shake your head at her with a disapproving look, “no, it’s still just a prototype we don’t know what the after effects could be-.

“Sure.”

You turn to Izuku shocked, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Deku, you don’t have to do this, it’s just a prototype, the effects-.”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine, I owe it to you guys for always fixing my suit.” He glances out the window, “besides, I’ll be locked in a quirk-proof chamber, it’ll be fine.”

“Testroom 5” Mei tells Izuku as he exits.

“Are you insane?!” You whisper yell once the door shuts.

“This is your chance to see who Deku wet dreams about” She says suggestively, typing quickly on her laptop.

“I don’t want to invade his personal privacy,”

“You already invaded it when you made a device to have virtual sex with him.” She continues to type, “I saw an opportunity and I took it, you’ll stay single forever if you don’t take chances.”

“What if it fails, and he likes someone else…” Your voice drops, looking down to the floor.

“Then that’s it, at least you’d know”

“Hey, you guys ready?” Deku's voice interrupts the two of you, Mei clicks the mic button before speaking.

“Sending Y/n in to help you with the body pins”

“What is this fucked up romance going on in your head?” You question, crossing your arms at her. “Expect me to just confess my overlonging feelings for him as I help him with body pins?” You walk over to the office door, before mocking yourself “oh Deku, I’ve loved you since high school and I created a whole sexual fantasy land because of how badly I wanted to have sex with you, yeah that sounds fucking romantic.”

Mei spins to face you, “it’ll be something like that.”

You scoff at her before exiting and marching down the steps. “Alright hot stuff you know the drill, shirt off.” Deku complies immediately, tugging his shirt off overhead and giving you a view of his abs. He throws the cloth onto the couch in the room and you walk over and smooth a hand over his chest before placing the clips.

“So how does this work?” He breaks the silence.

You stick on the last pin “you can have sex with anyone of your choosing, just think of them while the VR loads your subconscious into the programmed reality.”

“Hey, I’m going to get some takeout,” Mei’s loud voice booms in the chamber, scaring the both of you.

“Okay!” You shout back, grabbing the headset and handing it to Izuku. “You’ll be in there for 30 to 60 minutes, and nothing will happen to you here…besides the moaning and whatnot but, that’s why we have soundproof chambers.”

He places the VR above his eyes, and you help fit the strap to his head size. It was hard trying to keep his green curls out the velcro strap, you have to note to make an easier way to put the headset on. “Also, try not to get into stressful situations, the headset will kick you out if your heart rate goes up too high, don’t want you to have a heart attack.”

He nods. “You said it could be anyone right?”

“Mhm!” You finished tightening it, stepping back a bit with a victorious grin. “You could have sex with Dynamight if you wanted-...” Izuku doesn’t look amused at your joke. “Yeah…that sounded better in my head- okay! So enjoy and I’ll be up there keeping an eye on your vitals.”

He lets out a hum before sliding the headset down, a second passes before you leave. You tug at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Did Mei lock you in before she left?

“Fuck-fuck, Mei! I’ll kill you for this!” You shout, still roughly trying to open the door which still wouldn’t budge. “Aww fuck me” You curse, walking over to the couch in defeat. Now you’ll have to listen to Izuku fuck who ever he wants. “I’m going to murder you Mei Hatsume!”

As you sit on the couch, frustration and embarrassment wash over you. You can't believe Mei locked you in the room, leaving you to listen to whatever is happening inside the virtual reality chamber. You look at Izuku, who stands in front of you still unaware of your presence in the room. You should wake him up, savor the little bit of his privacy you haven’t invaded.

But…you’ve never tested interrupting the fantasy while the VR was still active. It could have very dangerous effects. Shit.

A bead of sweat drops down Izuku’s chest, and his fist clenches. You watch through your lashes, staring at the bead as it slowly moves through the maze of Izuku’s chest. How lucky.

Eyes landed on a boner sitting in Izuku’s pants, gosh and he was packing. Your eyes widen and you place a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping.

“Puppy-” He groans out, his fist clenching again.

You feel a spark in your pussy, as you clench around nothing. He groans again, making you moan at the feeling it brought to you. “Shit-” you curse, crossing your legs before chewing on your bottom lip.

His hips seemed to thrust every now and then and more sweat rolled down his chest. It was a heavenly sight to see and you had a front row seat, but the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable.

You uncross your legs and hand drifts in between your legs, pressing at your clothed clit to try and relieve some of the pressure. You moan, clasping a hand over your mouth before looking over Izuku to see if he had heard you.

He remained the same.

You hand teases the waistband of your sweat pants, and your eyes darted at the glass wall from time to time, making sure Mei wasn’t back at the office yet.

“Y-your such a good girl- taking my cock like this- ah..fuck.”

You unconsciously whine, allowing your fingers to do as they please as you listen to Izuku’s grunts and cries. It felt heavenly, the risk of getting caught adding more pleasure to it all.

“THE TIME IS CURRENTLY 8:30PM NOW SHUTTING DOWN”

Damn, you glared at the speaker. Taking your hand out your pants, still unsatisfied. Izuku should have taken off his headset by now, but he remained still.

“Deku?” You squeak, afraid of the questions he might ask.

The male remains unresponsive.

You arch a brow, swallowing your pride and getting up to take his headset off. “Hey, Deku…are you okay?”

You pull the VR above his eyes, and his dark green orbs immediately meet with yours. “Deku?” You ask again, but there still isn’t a response.

You're cut off when Izuku slams you against the glass wall of the chamber, the sound of the VR headset crashing to the ground making you cringe. “Midoriya-?”

“I’ve always wondered why you never call me by my first name.”

His mouth traces over your ear as he whispers into it, a shiver goes down your spine leaving you at a loss for words. “I don’t think you understand what you do to me Y/n.”

He moves so his face is in front of yours. His eyes were filled with lust, so different from the way he’d always look at you. “Say it.”

“W-what?” You quiver, feeling tiny in between Izuku’s arms and the wall. “Say what?”

“My name!” You squeeze your eyes shut as he shouts. He mutters an apology, taking a second to breath. “Please. Say my name.”

“Deku?”

“No.” He says in a faint whisper, “my first name.”

“I-izuku,” you hesitate, unable to figure out what could be the cause of Izuku’s sudden actions. It had to be a side effect from the headset, but what could you do? It didn’t seem like Izuku wanted to hurt you, so what..-Your lips never felt anything so warm and soft, your eyes widened as Izuku’s sudden kiss made your knees feel weak.

He caught you before you could fall, slotting himself in between your legs. Hypnotized by the drunk feeling his scent gave you, slowly you parted your lips and allowed Izuku’s tongue to slip inside.

He pulls away, moving his face into the nape of your neck. You gasp for air as finally you're able to think, but your thoughts are stolen from you as Izuku presses his boner into your clothed pussy.

“Ah-! Izuku-” You squeak in surprise, holding onto his shoulders.

“Who did you fuck?” He continues to rub himself against you, staring you directly in the eyes. “Come on puppy, tell me who you fucked with that damned machine.”

You can’t think, looking up at the ceiling as all the built up pressure from before was finally being let out. It felt wonderful, fantastic, so good you wanted to pull away from it.

“Who.” He stops humping you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down at him, “did you fuck?”

You hesitate, feeling embarrassed but Izuku wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. He presses himself up against you roughly, making you speak out. “You!” You shout, “I made the whole thing for you!”

He groaned in response, “gonna make you feel so good.”

Your back hits the soft couch in the room, Izuku’s body never straying too far from yours. He tugs at the ends of your sweatpants, and you lift your butt up to help him pull it off.

The garment is tossed to the side and his hands run up and down your thighs. He brings his face in between your legs, nudging his nose into your panties and taking a huge sniff. You let out a small gasp before he’s sliding your panties off.

He doesn’t wait before he starts to devour you. His tongue licked up the slit of your pussy as he pushed your thighs up against his shoulders.

“Oh shit-!” You squeak, propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch his green curls bounce as his head moves in between your legs. He sticks a finger inside of you before starting to suck on your clit making you drop your head back with a loud moan.

You drop onto your back, filled with helpless pleasure as your hands begin to reach for something to hold onto. Your hands find themselves in Izuku’s hair and you swear you can feel him smile into your pussy.

A feeling begins to coil in your stomach, you were close and Izuku wasn’t planning on stopping yet. You started to push his head down, moaning out desperately from him to make you cum.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the feeling inside you finally comes undone, Izuku laps up your juices before tapping on your leg to let him go. Once he’s released, he crawls back over you with a sweet smile on his face, one that looks so innocent in contrast to his recent actions. You're both catching your breaths, chests heaving up and down in sync.

He kisses you, the taste of yourself still on his lips, but you're too spaced out to care, caught up in your own pleasure and excitement. Your hands begin to travel down his chest, starting to tug downwards at his pants.

He chuckles. “Can’t wait, can you?”

“Shut up and lose the pants.”

He pulls away slightly, pulling down his pants and taking his boxers with him. Your jaw slacks when you see his dick, it was bigger than how it looked on the VR. He takes pride in your reaction, a smirk reaching his lips as he crawls back on top of you.

“I never want to see you use that machine, ever again,” his mouth hovers over your ear, “when you want sex, you come to me, not some fucking piece of plastic.”

His hips move slightly before you feel the tip of his dick poking your entrance. His right hand comes up to lace fingers with yours, the two of you just staring at one another intently. Slowly his hips move forward and he starts to enter you. Your grip on his hand tightens and you hold onto his arm, pain seeping within your body as he ventures deeper inside.

He bottoms out inside you, staying completely still as you adjust to the size within you. His face is in the crook of your neck, distracting you with kissing and sweet nothings.

You gasp out the breath you hadn’t known you had been holding, a small string of curses coming out of your mouth.

“God fuck,” he whispers. “Waited too damn long.”

The feeling of pain subsided into an uncomfortable sensation, and your legs wrapped around Izuku, forcing him to move further into you. You both moan from pleasure, and Izuku takes it as his sign to start moving, going slow in case you're still adjusting.

You cry out for him, holding onto his arms as you pleaded for him to move faster, “please Izuku, god please.” He had you hypnotized, drunk off his kisses and intoxicated by his smell.

“Ah-mhmm, haaa-” You're unable to speak, your mouth hanging open as Izuku rocked in and out of you. He captures your mouth again, the kiss is messy which only adds more to your fantasy.

“Mm fuck” he curses as he pulls away from the kiss. You start to whine out broken praises, feeling the warmth of your upcoming orgasm starting to build up. You can’t think, not a single thought is able to process in your mind, tears begin to flow out your eyes and you cover your mouth with your hand.

Your voice threatens to scream out and the lack of oxygen makes you feel slightly light headed, the room spinning around you. He groans at your now muffled whimpers, his finger going down to your clit and starting playing with it.

It felt like time slowed down as your building up orgasm tumbled down, you stared Izuku in the eyes as your entire body just stopped functioning. He doesn’t stop though, but you can feel the long thick streams of cum spurt from his cock inside you, both of you sweaty messes.

A couple more thrusts for good measure before he collapsed on top of you. The world doesn’t come back to you yet, you basically been fucked dumb. You start to catch your breath, struggling with the heavy weight on top of your body.

“Izuku?” You whisper. No reply.

You move your head to look at him, the man was knocked out. A small groan escapes you as you start to wiggle, accidentally pushing Izuku off the couch and onto the floor when you attempt to lift him.

“Shit,” you curse.

Looking around the room, you had almost forgotten where you were, what you were doing, and you totally just took advantage of your best friend as he was not in his right mind. He was under the influence of the side effects of the VR and you completely took advantage of that!

Your hands begin to run through your hair as a million thoughts processed through your head at once. Holy shit, you actually just had sex with Izuku Midoryia, who is not only the number one hero, your best client, and your literal best friend.

Would he be disgusted? Mortified, maybe he would feel bad for you. “Fuck!” You curse again, hopping off the couch and searching for your clothes. Oh shit, Mei! Who knows how long you had been in here with him, what if she had seen you?!

You quickly put your clothes back on, before grabbing Izuku’s boxers and attempting to put them back on him. It was the least you could do, after you exploited him. You fold his pants up and place them neatly on the couch before walking over to the door and pulling at it again. It still wouldn’t budge!

Wait a minute…this was test chamber number 5 right?

Instead of pulling at the door, you give it a small push and it opens easily. “No…fucking-” you mutter under your breath.

You quickly exit the room, giving Izuku’s unconscious body one last look before you swiftly make your way to the exit. He’d be fine, those test chambers were one of the safest places in Musutafu.

“I’m sorry Izuku.”

It had been a week, a whole week of you arriving to work stupidly early and leaving just before Izuku’s patrol schedule would give him enough time to stop by. A whole week of ignoring all the messages you’d been receiving on your phone, most of them from Izuku.

It was a Wednesday morning, Mei would be coming in quite late since she had to run some errands across town. You were currently on a small break, taking small bites of your oatmeal as you watched your favorite show on your laptop.

But you couldn’t focus. A million thoughts and each of them were about Izuku, the way he made your body feel, the sounds that came out of him, how his tongue felt in between your legs.

There was no way you could ever look at Izuku the same again. How could you ever apologize for what you did, and to make matters worse, you just left him half-naked in that chamber.

What could he possibly have to say to you?

“Hey.”

You clicked the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the show and turning over to the door of your office. Izuku stood there dressed in his regular clothes with a bag strapped over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen but you're quick to mask your look of surprise with an awkward smile. “Hey.”

A moment of silence passes before you clear your throat. “It’s um, very early, what are you doing here?”

He doesn’t say anything, almost like he forgot himself. “Oh yeah…My suit, it’s um…ripped.”

You hate that Mei isn’t here so you can’t just throw this onto her. With a small sigh you get up from your chair, tossing your blanket aside and walking over to Izuku. “Come on, let’s get that fixed up.”

No matter what happens between you and Izuku, you still would never want him to go somewhere else to fix his suit. It’s like cheating on your hairdresser.

It was unbearably silent between you two. Your plan was to act like Friday never happened but it was easier said than done, just seeing Izuku made you want to clench your legs together.

“You haven’t been answering my messages, or calls.”

There it was, the elephant in the room. How were you supposed to act like nothing happened between you two, when you’ve been ignoring him for the whole week!

“My phone has been acting weird, I think it might be broken,” you mutter out a lame excuse as you take Izuku’s suit out the bag and lay it out on the table. Like hell he would believe that. Your best friend could make a whole new brand of phone that would be 100 times better than any phone you could buy now.

He only clicks his tongue and nods and you begin to look over the suit for the damage. “It’s over here,” you almost squeak as you feel a chest press up behind you, Izuku leaning over you to point at where the rips were.

“Thanks,” you mutter out breathlessly, his actions not helping to the throbbing in between your legs. The way his abs felt pressed against your back reminded you of how he held you up against that wall, humping himself in between your legs to pleasure himself and you.

You stop yourself before you lean back into Izuku, moving away from his arms and over to the waist of the suit. If you didn’t know any better, you could say the marks looked intentional. Just too clean to be from a battle, and too straight to not have been done on purpose.

Should you say something? Why would Izuku cut his suit on purpose? No, no, just fix the suit and get him out of here.

You walk over to the nearby computer, typing in a few codes before the table you had set the suit on begins to move, it descended into the floor before it was covered by a glass panel. Some robot hands appeared out from the side before beginning to work on the repairs.

You finish typing on the computer, “alright, should be about 5 minutes.”

“Can we talk?”

A strong smell of bleach enters your nose, the process of repairing is almost done, and is now on the cleaning cycle. The smell is so strong you can’t find yourself to reply to Izuku. “Is it just me, or does that bleach smell really strong?”

“No-”

The smell irritates your mind, it doesn’t help that your heart is racing too. “Geez, that smell is strong,” you breathe out, stumbling out of the cleaning room for some fresh air. Izuku follows behind and though you’ve left the heavily scented room your mind is beginning to spiral.

“Y/n, please, I just wanna talk-” he pleads, but you couldn’t listen if you wanted to run down by fatigue.

“Yesh, yeah, we can talk, just wait here” you put your hand up to stop him. “I’m gonna go get some water.”

He stands still as you make your way to the cafeteria in the building. The cleaning room was quite a ways away now but the annoying smell of lemon bleach clouded your nostrils. You don’t even make it to the cafeteria before you sprint into a nearby bathroom and start to puke your guts out. You attempted to keep your hair from falling into the toilet bowl, but it was quite difficult as you emptied your stomach into the toilet.

You weren’t used to throwing up, you never really drank to that point, and your stomach was normally quite strong when it came to bad food. You stop puking, and rest your face onto the side of the toilet as you catch your breath.

You rub your stomach, it was strange for you to just become sick all of a sudden. Weakly your hand comes up to flush the toilet, and you carefully lift yourself up off the floor. You trudge out the bathroom, leaning against the wall as you take a second to catch your breath.

A weird smell hits your nose, making you want to vomit all over again, and it was coming from outside the bathroom. You walk over to the door and open it, catching one of the building workers who was carrying a plate of food off guard. “Ma’am?” She asks.

“What is that? It smells terrible.”

She brings the plate in front of you, before taking off the cover to show a very beautifully plated breakfast. It looked absolutely delicious, but the sight and smell of it was going to make you throw up again.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you quickly run back into the bathroom as your mouth waters, starting to vomit into the toilet again. The worker follows, placing her tray of food onto the bathroom counter before walking over to help.

She grabs your hair and holds it up, a smooth hand running up and down your back. She lets out a small chuckle, “I was the same way when I first got pregnant.”

Pregnant?

“But--” You try to speak in between breaths, “I’m not pregnant?”

The worker only shushes you, continuing to rub your back. Her words still don’t leave your mind, and now that you think about it, you and Izuku definitely didn’t use a condom, and he was too out of his mind to pull out.

It’s way too early for you to be showing signs this heavily though right?

Right?

The vomiting stops and you sit there and take a moment to catch your breath. The worker stands up, “I’m going to get you some soup, my mother used to make it when I was pregnant, it doesn’t have any strong smells so you’ll be able to eat peacefully.”

She opens one of the cabinets in the bathroom and grabs you a few small white towels, placing them next to you before exiting. You flush the toilet again before slowly standing up, grabbing one of the towels and running some warm water on it.

You drag the cloth over your mouth, wiping away any residue that might be left from your previous puking session.

Pregnant? This couldn’t be real, the universe had to be just toying with you, punishing you for taking advantage of Izuku.

As you stand there, the weight of the possibility settling in, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. Thoughts race through your mind as you try to process the implications of the situation. The worker returns with a bowl of soup, and you gratefully accept it, hoping it will help settle your stomach.

The take out bowl, lifting the lid she had put on it to glance at the soup. She was right, it was odorless, and looked delicious. "Thank you," you manage to say, your voice still shaky.

She gives you a kind smile. "You're welcome, dear. Take your time and eat slowly. It'll help you feel better."

You leave the bathroom with the soup in hand, avoiding the cleaning room where you had left Izuku and entering your office.

Mei turned to you, her laptop was still closed which meant she probably just got here. “Whoa you look like shit.”

“Thanks,” you say swifty, grabbing your bag from a nearby couch. “I’m not feeling well so I’m gonna go home, I have a really bad stomach bug.”

Mei eyes you suspiciously, she had gotten into the habit of doing that after your refusal to tell her what happened last week. With the damages to the VR set, and your constant avoidance of Izuku, it was hard to say nothing happened.

“And this has nothing to do with Deku, who’s currently coming up to the office now.”

Shit. “Nope, nothing! Okay bye!” You burst out of the office and hurried to the elevators, spamming the button so you could get down to the garage floor.

As you anxiously wait for the elevator, your mind races with thoughts of how to handle the situation. You can't face Izuku right now, not when you're still processing the possibility of being pregnant. The elevator doors finally open, and you step inside, relieved to have a momentary escape.

Once you reach the ground floor, you rush to your car in the garage, hoping to make a quick getaway. You start the engine and speed out of the parking lot, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on your shoulders.

Driving aimlessly until you find yourself on a quiet street, parked by the side of the road. Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to come to terms with everything. You feel mixed emotions. What will this mean for your relationship with Izuku? And if you are pregnant, what choices will you have to make?

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. It's clear that you can't continue avoiding Izuku or the situation at hand. Things had just gotten very serious and it was time to face the truth and have an honest conversation with him. You reach for your phone, intending to call him but stop when it rings. He was calling you.

You hesitate. Maybe you should wait. Just until you have some more information. The uncertainty of the situation weighs heavily on your decision-making process. Once Izuku’s call ends you quickly grab your phone, opening your search browser and searching up how early signs can show, and what the symptoms were.

The internet seemed to make it worse, listing each of your symptoms in many different articles. Before you know it you’re starting to cry, small sobs leaving your mouth.

You stared at one of the articles, a huge text practically mocking you. ‘It’s going to be okay!’ But it wasn’t, it was not going to be okay.

Was buying a pregnancy test always so awkward?

The long line on the one register that was open, the simple music they play to drown out the silence in the store.

Standing with a hoodie pulled over your head and a stack of pregnancy tests in your arms, each a different brand, you can't help but feel self-conscious. The aisle you found yourself in seemed so distant from your usual shopping routine, and the music playing in the store only amplifies the awkwardness of the moment.

The weight of your situation hangs heavily on your shoulders while you wait for your turn to make the purchase. You glance around, hoping that no one you know sees you here. The line seems to move at a snail's pace, prolonging your discomfort. Each passing second feels like an eternity as you become acutely aware of the cashier's gaze and the potential judgment of other customers.

You were next in line, but the grandma that was in front of you just decided she wanted to take her sweet time. Pulling out her phone in request that the cashier explain the store’s mobile app to her. You let out a small groan of frustration, starting to tap your foot on the ground.

“Y/n?”

You freeze. Hoping that maybe whoever called your name would figure it wasn’t you.

You almost jump at the small tap of your shoulder, slowly turning around to meet the face of Uraraka.

“Ohhh heyyy Uraraka,” you extended out the words, trying to act surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh I was just patrolling around and wanted to grab a snack,” she says with a sweet smile. “What are you-“ she glances down at the unmistakable items in your hands.

You drop all the pregnancy tests onto the conveyor belt, “I’m just grabbing some items for a friend!” The transaction feels like it takes forever as you fumble for your wallet, your fingers seemingly incapable of functioning properly.

“You know, Deku has been asking about you.” Her voice turns into one of worry, “he says you haven’t been answering his calls.”

You feel a mix of relief and anxiety as Uraraka believes your hurried explanation and doesn't press further about the pregnancy tests. However, her mention of Izuku only adds to your growing unease.

"Yeah, I've just been really busy lately," you reply, attempting to sound nonchalant as you finally locate your wallet and pay for the items. "Lots of stuff going on, you know?"

Uraraka studies your face for a moment, her concern evident in her eyes. She reaches out and gently touches your arm.

"Y/n, if something's bothering you, you can always talk to me," she offers, her voice filled with sincerity.

“Well, I really have to go.” You tell the cashier to keep the change, grabbing your plastic bag. “Bye Uraraka,” you say quickly before walking out the store.

The one thing that could have gone wrong, went really fucking wrong. Uraraka would definitely tell Izuku that she saw you here. You purposely came out into the store when you knew Izuku would be across town patrolling so you wouldn’t have to run into him.

You look at the tests in your bag, it felt like the word ‘pregnancy’ that’s printed on the box was just mocking you. You throw the bag into the passenger seat of your car before getting in, leaning your head on the top of the steering wheel.

“Fuck…fuck!”

You contemplate your options, the right thing to do here was to stop being such a coward and tell Izuku straight up. But you weren’t going to do that, not yet. So you decided on locking yourself in your home until you gained the courage.

While navigating through the street you mind seems to torture you with all types of different sinarios , each of them ending with Izuku finding out and hating you forever.

You step out of the car, once you arrive home, and retrieve the bag of pregnancy tests from the passenger seat. As you enter your apartment, you close the door behind you, creating a barrier between yourself and the outside world. The familiar surroundings offer a temporary sanctuary, shielding you from the uncertainties that have been plaguing your mind.

You toss the bag onto the table, walking over to your fridge and taking out a gallon of water. You were going to need a lot of pee. As you chug down glass after glass, you find yourself pacing back and forth, your thoughts consumed. It is important that you stay honest with Izuku here, but fear grips you tightly.

Sitting down at the table, you reach for the bag of pregnancy tests and carefully examine them. Each test represents a potential answer to the question that has been haunting you. The longer you keep this secret, the harder it will be to face the consequences and find a resolution.

You take the bag and head to the bathroom. Filled with anxiety and hope, you follow the instructions carefully and lay out the multitude of tests you had on the counter.

You sat on the edge of your bathtub, biting down onto your knuckles as you awaited for some form of answer, but your wait was swiftly interrupted by a knock on your door.

Startled by the knock on the door, you quickly stand up, leaving the pregnancy tests on the counter. Your heart races, wondering who could be at your door at a time like this. The interruption adds another layer of tension to an already overwhelming situation.

Your heart almost stops as you peek through the peephole, it’s Deku and he’s holding many brown bags. You want to ignore his knocks, pretend like you weren’t home. But he calls out for you.

“I know you in there. Just open up please.”

Despite the fear inside you demanding you to say no, you opened the door to your friend. “Hey.”

"Hey, Izuku," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "What brings you here?"

Izuku shifts nervously, his gaze flickering from your face to the ground and back again. "I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't been answering my calls or messages," he says, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I was really concerned. Are you okay?"

You swallow hard, the weight of your secret pressing heavily upon you. You're not ready to face the potential consequences and the impact it may have on your relationship with him.

"I... I've just been dealing with some personal stuff," you manage to say, though your voice quivers slightly. "I needed some time alone."

Izuku's concern deepens, and he steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Y/n, you know you can always talk to me, right? I'm here for you."

His words are filled with sincerity, and a part of you longs to open up and let him in. But the fear of his reaction and the uncertain future holds you back. You can't bear to lose his friendship, especially not now. You change the subject.

“What cha got there?” You point to the brown bags in his hands.

“Oh- these, some grocery, figured we could make some dinner together.” He says sweetly, walking inside and placing the bags onto the countertop. “I got all the ingredients to make your favorite.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you step closer to inspect the contents of the bags. Izuku's gesture brings a sense of comfort and normalcy to the moment.

As you unpack the groceries together, a sense of ease settles over the room. Throughout the cooking process, conversation flows easily between you. You discuss everyday topics, while he shares villain stories, and engage in laughter that momentarily lifts the weight from your heart.

“You should have seen Mei’s face, she looked more pissed than Bakugou” you chuckle as you chop the carrots. Izuku's laughter is warm, his peace bringing the same butterflies you felt in highschool to your stomach.

"She does have that fiery temper, doesn't she? It must have been quite a sight." He says, standing over by the large pot. You glance over at him, he looks silly with the apron you forced him to wear, but you couldn’t love him any less. It's in these moments that you realize how much you cherish his presence and the connection you share. But there is something important hanging in the air between you.

But for now, you choose to enjoy the simplicity of the present, relishing in the familiar banter that has always made your friendship special. Until a sharp pain shoots through your finger as your hand slips and the knife almost chops your thumb off.

“Shit!” You curse at the pain, holding your hand up and seeing the crimson blood flow out the wound.

“What happened?” Izuku turns around immediately, grabbing a paper towel to help you with the bleeding. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“The bathroom,” you say, putting pressure on the wound as he leaves the kitchen and walks down the hallway. The pain throbs through your finger, causing you to wince, but none of that matters when you remember what you had laid out in the bathroom.

The pregnancy test!

You follow Izuku's hurried footsteps with your eyes, cursing him in your mind for his quickness. The pain in your injured finger momentarily fades into the background as your thoughts are consumed by the pregnancy tests laid out in the bathroom. But it’s too late.

He’d paused in the bathroom doorway, eyes set on the multiple pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. You peaked over his broad shoulder, they still had yet to show results.

Izuku turns his head slightly, glancing at you with surprise, concern, and a hint of fear in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but the words seem to escape him, lost in the moment. His brows furrowed in confusion, searching for an explanation that you have yet to give.

He finally summons the courage to speak. “You’re pregnant?”

“I-I don’t know yet,” you mutter.

He’s fully turned around now, looking at you with an intense eye. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me? If you thought I wouldn’t take responsibility-”

“Wait- you remember that night?” The words escape your lips before you can stop yourself.

Izuku's expression softens. "Yes, I remember," he replies, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I've been trying to reach out to you, to talk about it, but you've been avoiding me."

Guilt gnaws at you, and you lower your gaze, unable to meet his eye. "I didn't know how to face you, Izuku. I was scared and confused. I took advantage of you…."

“Took advantage?” He repeats humorously. “Y/n…I was well aware of what I was doing. If anything, I took advantage of you.”

Now you were at a loss for words. You stutter as the guilt and self-blame that had been weighing heavily on you start to dissipate. “No, no, it was a side effect, from the VR.”

“Well, maybe it influenced me,” he shakes his head. “But it was you I had in that simulation, and when I saw you in the room with me, I couldn’t help myself.”

You stand there, stunned by Izuku's words. "Izuku," you say. "I didn't know. I thought I had crossed a line, that I had taken advantage of you."

He reaches out, gently wiping away a tear from your cheek. A wave of warmth spreads through your chest. The barriers that had kept you apart crumble, and a renewed sense of closeness envelops you both.

But the moment is interrupted by a loud beep from one of the electronic tests you had bought. With a quick glance at each other, you both swiftly made your way back into the bathroom, each test fading in a result.

Not Pregnant.

You could almost pass out from the relief you felt, another tear slipping out your eye. You begin to laugh at yourself, a self-deprecating laugh.

Izuku puts his hand on your shoulder, pulling you close. “What’s so funny?”

“I was so stressed out for nothing,” you say with a sigh. “I literally thought my life was over.”

He pouts, “and what’s so life ruining about being pregnant with my kid?”

You can't help but chuckle at Izuku's playful response, his words easing the tension that had built up inside you. You lean into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort enveloping you.

"You're right," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Being pregnant with your child doesn't sound so bad after all."

“Great.” He says, lifting you up easily into his arms. “Then you won’t mind trying again.”

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A Sign of Love - Sero x Deaf!Reader

Anon Request for my Follower Celebration.

A/N: Please keep in mind that I am not deaf and do not have any deaf friends to ask for reference. I wrote this from Sero's perspective as someone who's probably hasn't met a deaf person before.

Y/N's deaf and while I could technically write her as being able lip read or talk, both things are not universally true for all deaf people, so I chose to keep them out of it. If Shinma sounds like a dick, that's because he is. He's the Bakugo of Support Class 1.

“That’s the cool thing about U.A. You meet Students from all over…”

Sero nods as Kaminari drowns on. He’d been thinking the same thing.

“And if you want to meet your soulmate, you just have to get out there, right?” Kaminari laughs, not noticing the way Sero straightens instantly.

Right. That topic again.

“Yeah, absolutely.” Sero laughs, a little forcefully, but Kaminari is as attentive as a teaspoon.

“What’s yours, by the way?” Kaminari asks to Sero’s absolute horror.

“What’s my what?” He tries to buy himself time.

“Your soulmate mark. Mine’s on my ass. The placement is really weird but at least it’s still visible, I heard of one guy’s mark that was-”

“Don’t tell that story!” Jirou’s earphone jack stabs itself into Kanimari’s shoulder, interrupting the boy at just the right time. “It’s nasty.”

“Thanks.” Sero grins back at her. “By the way, do you know if we have English Homework?”

Jirou eyes him in a way that tells him she’s got all the attentiveness that Kaminari is clearly lacking.

“I don’t think we do. But Present Mic mentioned something about a surprise test.”

“What?!” Kaminari’s positively forgotten the topic now, panic clear in his eyes. “When? I haven’t studied in ages.”

“Don’t worry.” There’s a scheming gleam in Jirou's eyes as she pulls him with her. “I can help you study.”

Sero’s not sure how he’s done it, but somehow he’s managed to not only survive his first year at U.A. but also keep his secret… well, a secret.

Not that there had been plenty of time to dwell on it, with the League of Villains after them and the World as they knew it at war.

But he realized, well into their second year, that his classmates - now close friends - still had no idea. It’s not that he thought they’d give him a hard time - he’s been through hell and back with these guys - but how does one bring up a topic like this?

“Hey, you’ve known me as the lighthearted guy but I actually don’t have a soulmate and it makes me a little depressed at times?” No, that would just get everyone’s mood down.

“Do you want to date me? I know you have a soulmate mark but I don’t and why not have a good time until you find the love of your life?” Yeah, that just sucked.

With his luck, he could also just try and go through the next one and a half year keeping this secret. If no one knew, no one would pity him.

“Hey, Sero!” Uraraka almost crashes into him as he exits the elevator. “Could you do me a huge favor?”

“I don’t know, what’s it about?”

“I’m supposed to be at Gunhead’s agency in twenty minutes and I’m already late but Midoriya asked me to take these notebooks over to Hatsume. Could you deliver them? He mentioned that she needs them today!”

“Oh, yeah, that’s no problem.” She hands him the heavy bag stacked with notebooks.

“Thanks! You’re the best!” Uraraka’s gone before he can say anything else.

It’s a shame, really, that she’s already found her soulmate. He’d always thought that she was cute, even if a little intense at times.

It hadn’t been that much of a surprise to find out that her soulmate was Bakugo, of all people. He did pity her sometimes though. Her soulmate mark, his first words to her, were scribbled along her stomach. It hadn’t been nice words, spoken in the heat of the Sports Festival, and Bakugo’s writing was messy at best.

To go your whole life with an insult covering your stomach… maybe having now soulmate mark was for the best after all.

“Hatsume?” Sero calls out into the support lab. He can barely see anyone in between the machines whirring around. With the music playing in the background it’s no surprise that he doesn’t get a reaction.

Someone with vibrant green hair bobs from side to side behind a table filled with bubbling chemicals and Sero waves his hand in their direction, hoping to get their attention.

Nothing. He steps around a table, careful not to bump into the Robot that’s either working or destroying itself.

“Hey!” He waves his hand again. Behind the vibrant green hair, a door opens.

Sero’s jaw slackens.

Has he ever seen the U.A. Uniform fit someone so well? It’s like it was made for you in mind.

You don’t notice him at first as you walk alongside the wall, keep out of the reach of the room’s madness. Sero’s unable not to follow you with his eyes. There’s the slope of your nose, the shape of your eyes, the color of your hair - he can’t get enough of it, has never felt like this before. Is this what falling in love feels like?

You turn right at the end of the room, hand already on the door handle.

He swallows nervously, tries to think of something to say but his mouth is empty. He waves awkwardly and you smile shyly, wave back before you slip out of the room, out of his sight, out of reach.

“Wow.” A high voice pipes up from somewhere to his left.

When he turns, he can see the person the vibrant green hair belongs to. It’s a boy, about as tall as Mineta was in his first year.

“You just looked like a loser.”

“Thanks.” Sero clears his throat awkwardly. “What’s… uh… What’s her name.”

“Y/N.” The boy blinks back at him, not offering more information. And maybe that’s for the best. It’s creepy to ask others about you, right?

“First year?” His mouth seems to think otherwise.

“Obviously. Are you looking for something or just here to ogle?”

“I’m not-” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I have a delivery for Hatsume.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Midoriya asks, confusion clear in his voice. “It’s really no hassle for me to get these back to Hatsume myself.”

“No, no. I insist.” Sero’s been trying to think of reasons to go back to the Support Labs for days, he’s not going to let his chance slip now that it’s here.

This time, you’re nowhere in sight. He waits half an hour, makes more small talk with Hatsume than he has in all the time before but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Do the… uh… Do the First Years have their own Labs?” He asks a week later when he’s there to get Bakugo’s grenades updated. He offered to take the walk for his friend and Bakugo had looked at him like he’d lost his mind. He probably had.

“Oh, yeah. It’s the next room on the left.” Hatsume nods without looking up from the project she’s working on. “Would you hold this up for a moment?”

“Do you have anything… you, uh, have to take over there?” There’s a thin line of sweat collecting at his hairline now, even though Hatsume’s still focused primarily at whatever she’s building.

“I do, actually. Do you want to deliver it for me?” Hatsume offers him a smile and Sero knows he’s been found out.

“Yeah.” His shoulders slump. “If I could, that would be nice.”

“Shinma’s over there too, but I think it’s cute that Y/N’s got her own fanclub.” Something changes in Hatsume’s features and the look she gives him is absolutely menacing. “But if you’re going to be a creep about it, just remember that I have updated my babies.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He chokes out and Hatsume’s back to normal, grinning at him with delight.

“Great. Take this to Y/N and this is for Shinma. Don’t mix them up or I’ll be mad.”

“What are you doing here?” The green goblin stares him down from where he’s sitting.

“Doing Hatsume a favor.” Sero bluffs back. “Who’s Shinma?”

“That’s me.” The green goblin narrows his eyes at the package before looking up at him again. “So you’re after Hatsume now?”

“I’m not after anybody.” He grits though his teeth. “I’m just trying to be nice. Where’s Y/N? This package is for her.”

“At the back.”

Sero nods and walks on before Shinma can decide to keep him company on this task.

Now, only seconds from meeting you, he’s growing nervous again.

He’s had more than a week to think up what he wants to say. It still sounds terrible in his head.

Sero steps around a Robot and comes face to face with you.

It’s too sudden for his poor heart that’s trying to beat out of his chest.

“I, uh, hi!” He waves his hand awkwardly. “You’re pretty. Shit, I mean, I’ve got something for you.”

You blink for a second before you pull a notebook from your desk and hand it to him.

When he looks at you in confusion, you point at your lips then at the notebook.

“You want me to write something down?” He asks, still confused.

“She’s deaf.” Shinma’s voice cuts throug the noise of the Lab. “You have to write down what you want to say.”

“Oh.” Now it’s his turn to blink and he pulls the Notebook closer to himself, scribbles down what he meant to say.

He watches, a little horrified, as the twinkle in your eyes dies down when you read his words. Whatever he wrote seems to have been the wrong thing.

So he pulls back the Notebook before you can take it away and scribbles on.

“I think you’re cool. I’d like to get to know you better.”

You’re smile’s a little sad but you nod and shrug, point at the Robot you’ve been working on.

It’s hard work to write everything down by hand and when his hand starts cramping, he pulls out his phone, uses his notes app to type.

It’s probably only been about fifteen minutes when Shinma appears behind him, clearing his throat loudly.

“Don’t you have classes to go to, tape-boy?”

“Oh, shit.” He’s going to be so late. But, if he’s going to be late already, he’s going to make this worth it. Sero jots down his number on the notebook, circling it for good measure and points at himself before he dashes out of the Lab, your awkward smile imprinted in his mind.

Detention is keeping him busy as well as studying for the upcoming test.

You’ve only messaged him once to let him know your own number.

He’s sent you a few memes but since your answers are luke-warm at best, he’s holding back on that for now.

“Wow.” Kaminari looks up at him. They were actually supposed to be studying but Kaminari had made the mistake of asking him how he was doing and Sero couldn’t stop himself the moment he opened his mouth. “You’re like, totally in love with that girl.”

“No, I… Yeah.” He sighs weakly.

“Well, what’s the big deal? Just ask her about her soulmark and get it over with. She has to be if you feel this strongly.”

“She’s not my soulmate.”

Kaminari furrows his brows at his dejected tone.

“What do you mean? How do you know?”

“I don’t have a mark.”

Silence.

“Are you sure?” Kaminari asks after a moment. “You know there was this one guy-”

“Yeah, I checked.” Sero cuts him off. “Multiple times. I’m one hundred percent sure that I have no soulmate mark.”

“Wow.” Kaminari falls silent.

“Yeah.” Sero fiddles with his tape, too anxious to calm down. “God, and I know that sounds selfish, but I… I thought it’s just her looks, but she’s genuinely funny and so smart and…I don’t know… but I’d take a week or even a day, no matter how long I get with her until she meets her actual soulmate. Is that selfish?”

“Yeah.” Kaminari’s looking actually worried now. “She probably has her own soulmate mark and thought you’d be hers until you wrote your first message.”

His friends words, said carelessly at best, cut through his heart like Aoyama’s laser.

All strength leaves his legs and he sinks onto the floor, grabs his books to hide behind.

“Let’s study then-”

“Are you su-”

“Just study, okay?!”

Sero’s in the library when someone taps him on the shoulder.

When he turns, he’s surprised to find him smiling shyly. He hasn’t seen you in a week.

“Hi.” He signs, embarrassed that he couldn’t help himself. You just wouldn’t leave his mind, no matter how much you tried.

Your face lights up and you sign back. “Hi, how are you?”

He halts. Realizing that he forgot the sign for “good.” He holds his hand up to ask you to wait and pulls his phone from his pocket, typing as fast as he can.

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m okay. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” He turns his phone over to you, surprised to see you hide your face behind your hands instead.

You’re embarrassed. But, about what?

Eventually, you take his phone from him. Your fingertips touch his, warm and soft and so not his to touch, he has to remind himself.

You take your time typing, deleting something, and typing again.

When you hand him his phone, your hands are shaking.

“Do you have a soulmark?” He reads. He swallows thickly and shakes his head.

To his surprise, this doesn’t seem to sink your mood. Instead, your eyes light up.

You hold up your hand, set down your bag and slip out of your cardigan.

“What-” He asks before he realizes that you can’t hear him. You won’t take his phone back, so all he can do is wait until you roll up the sleeve of your shirt.

On the curve of your elbow, right above your joint, sits a tattoo. The writing is small, but he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

“I, uh, hi!” He reads. “You’re pretty. Shit, I mean, I’ve got something for you.”

His heart stops beating for a second before it thunders on twice as fast. He reaches out his hand, looks up at you to ask for permission. You nod, step a little closer until his fingers close around your arm. Your skin is warm beneath his fingertips, he can feel his heartbeat thrumming through his veins.

His words are inked into your skin. You’re his soulmate. But-”

Your hand is warm against his cheek, pulling him out of his reverie.

“I” You gesture to yourself. “Do not speak.” You tap against his own, empty skin.

He hands over his phone and you type.

“My father is deaf, my mother is not. They told me this could happen.”

“How did you figure out that it was me?”

“Shinma told me.” You grin at his surprise. “He’s got good ears.”

Damn, Sero thinks. He’s going to have to start being nice to the green goblin.

You sign something. Sero snickers.

Kaminari whines lowly in his throat.

“That’s so mean!” He calls out. “Don’t have secret conversations while I’m present.”

“You could learn sign language.” Sero points out, signing while talking. Your eyes crinkle from smiling too hard. He loves that look on you.

“You’ve seen me struggle with English.” Kaminari points out. “How can you even propose that idea?”

“Your loss, not mine.” Sero grins and signs something else, just for you.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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