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five-rivers · 3 months ago

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Danger First chapter 16

Izuku could try to get the star back, but even without his quirk, Mr. Yamada was good at close combat. He had to be, to break up the Bandomeer trafficking ring without any harm to the victims, who were being used as hostages!

“Come on, listener, the middle of a battle is no place for woolgathering!”

Izuku felt himself blush. He hadn’t been woolgathering, he'd been assessing the situation.

“You've got to learn to do that on the move, I'm afraid, Ninth,” said Nana.

“He was doing just fine with that until he saw who it was attacking him this time,” said Banjo. “Is it because he's a teacher?”

“I'm afraid it's because Izuku is a nerd,” said Yoichi, with mock grimness.

“I bet you're just saying that because you've never had a teacher.”

“No, no,” said En, “he's got a point with this one.”

Izuku took a deep breath, then yelled as loud as he could. “HEY, EVERYONE, THERE'S A STAR OVER HERE, PRESENT MIC'S GOT A STAR, EVERYONE COME AND GET IT!”

“Oh, man, listener, that’s just cruel.”

“You can't tell me that isn't at least a little devious,” said Third.

“I don't want to hear that from a guy who lied to everyone about my entire life.”

“An interesting strategy there.”

“And a valid one. Students who already have a star, or who are already engaged in a battle for one, won't risk a fight with a teacher, unlike those who don't. Wonder can tell who has a star by seeing who is moving within earshot.”

“Indeed he can. But let's not miss out on the rest of the battles taking place. Froppy and Earphone Jack are having quite the showdown with Jack Mantis and Dragon Shroud–”

Izuku scanned his surroundings as he jogged away. There were knots of battle, mainly class B fighting either each other or Izuku’s classmates, or hero students keeping packs of gen ed and support kids at bay, with varying levels of success.

But there was the strange silver Kirishima, all by himself, and with a star in his hand. Izuku was pretty sure he could take him. Or at least steal the star from him. They were almost halfway through the event, and at least Hatsume and Izuku still needed stars.

The explosions Izuku had been hearing in the distance abruptly grew closer, and Izuku didn’t even need Danger Sense to know he had to dodge.

“DEKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

The explosions cut off as Kacchan pulled back his right fist and barred his teeth in a kind of snarl.

“Now that’s what I’d call telegraphing,” said Banjo.

“Hm,” said En. “If he’s really as smart as Ninth thinks, it might not be telegraphing.”

“Even smart people make stupid mistakes,” said Yoichi. “We wouldn’t be here if they didn’t.”

“I object to your characterization of your brother,” said Hikage.

Right hook, as always– Or was it? He’d been getting the same lessons as Izuku. At this point, shouldn’t he know not to–

Danger Sense decided for Izuku, the spike of real pain driving him to dodge the blow. His next move was just as automatic, but driven by practice. He grabbed Kacchan’s arm and used it to flip Kacchan over his head. It worked, sort of, but Kacchan reacted fast enough to negate the flip with a blast of his quirk, and transformed the motion into a straight-down punch at the top of the arc. Izuku ducked out of the way and rolled.

He bounced back up, tapping Float just a little, to put a little extra spring in his step. If Kacchan still didn’t know Izuku could Float, then he could use that to surprise him, if Kacchan got close again.

He still needed a star.

He licked his lips and looked over his shoulder. Kacchan was just running, now, not using explosion to propel him. As Izuku had half expected, he was reaching Explosion’s short-term limit.

Then, he skidded to a stop, the ground in front of him abruptly more threatening than Kacchan behind him. Was it one of the traps?

No. No, it wasn’t, but what it was wasn’t much better. Class B’s first recommendation student, Honenuki, who had made the area into a kind of swamp. It seemed to be defensive in nature rather than offensive, but that didn’t make it less of an impediment.

He turned around.

“No one’s around to save you, Deku.” Kacchan stepped forward menacingly. “Whatever dirty tricks you used to get here, it’s over.”

Izuku swallowed and sidled sideways, trying to get into a better position.

“You ignoring me?”

“He’s not ignoring you,” said Yoichi, clearly tense but trying not to show it.

“Yeah!” said En. “It’s just that he doesn’t think that what you’re saying is all that important.”

“No, I just don’t think that what you’re saying is very important,” said Izuku, before feeling all the blood drain out of his face.

Where had that come from?

“OOOOHHHHHHHHH!” said the ghosts.

“Did you hear that?” said Yoichi, clutching En.

“Did you hear that?” asked Nana, not speaking to the others, but Izuku. “Did you hear us?”

Well, wherever it had come from, it certainly had the effect of making Kacchan madder than mad, which was, well, it was kind of the point.

“YOUUUUU!” screamed Kacchan. “DON’T YOU MOCK ME, DEKUUUUUUUUUU!”

“I’M NOT MOCKING YOU, I WANT TO BEAT YOU!” Izuku screamed back, which was really the wrong thing to say, but what was he going to do? What was he going to say?

Kacchan came at him again. Right hook? Izuku could flip him over into Honenuki’s swamp– No. This one was a feint, and without Danger Sense, he never would have seen it coming. There was– Kacchan was just really great at this kind of thing. He had fighting instinct that Izuku couldn’t match.

“That’s because you didn’t spend all of middle school getting into fights,” said Yoichi.

“I think he did, though,” said En. “Just… all with this kid.”

“Getting beaten up by this kid is what it sounds like,” said Banjo.

“Okay, okay, whatever, help me think up a cool thing for Izuku to say to this jerk. He might hear us again!”

Izuku danced along the edge of Honenuki’s swamp, barely staying out of reach of Kacchan’s blasts. It was a matter of centimeters, in some cases, and the familiar scent of singed hair and clothing was getting pretty strong.

And then, when he was considering floating away, even if he couldn’t use Kacchan’s surprise effectively in this situation, he tripped backwards over a bush. On the plus side, Kacchan hadn’t been expecting the bush, either, and when Izuku rolled away, he spotted the tell-tale flare of Aoyama and Hagakure seriously messing someone up. He bounced to his feet and ran towards them.

And then, the ground opened up.

“AND THE HALFWAY MARK ON THE CLOCK KICKS OFF OUR ROBO INFERNO!” said Ms. Kayama, to raucous cheering.

“Wow, modern people sure like their blood sports,” said Yoichi.

“I remember super snuff ball was popular in the underground,” said Third. “This is really nothing to write home about.”

“Yeah, but that was in the underground.”

Nana sighed. “I hesitate to ask, but… super snuff ball? Are you guys making things up?”

“When have I ever lied to you guys?” asked Yoichi.

“I would have said never, but then there’s the whole thing with Ninth’s… father. And Third is just downright untrustworthy at this point.”

“Hey!”

“I think you have to take the L on this one, actually,” said En.

Yoichi sighed. “You have a point there, but Hikage will back me up. Won’t you, Hikage?”

“Super snuff ball was the bane of all building inspectors in Japan. Those poor basement supports…”

Izuku caught the yellow gleam of a star affixed to the head of one of the larger robots, and a grin - incredulous and wobbly, but still a grin - spread over his face. All that time he'd spent obsessing over what he could have done differently in the entrance exam had been worthwhile after all!

He could do this!

“Okay, I’m still– I don’t understand how the whole thing was supposed to work.”

“It wasn’t,” said Yoichi. “It was just a bunch of people even more delusional than my brother acting out their death game fantasies while society broke down around them.”

“And destroying load-bearing walls,” said Hikage.

“That, too.”

The first thing Izuku did was jump down into the hole the robots had been hiding in. Being down there was such a disadvantage in terms of maneuverability and elevation that Kacchan would be taken aback by the choice.

“DO YOU THINK YOU CAN BE A HERO WHILE HIDING LIKE A MOUSE, YOU FREAK?”

Or not. Kacchan really had dropped down right after Izuku.

Izuku dodged away, between the legs and treads of the emerging robot horde.

“So, it wasn’t actually called super snuff ball by the people doing it?”

“You can’t even get a bunch of normal people to agree on terminology, you think a bunch of bloodthirsty murderers is going to be any better?”

A glance up at sounds of battle and falling metal debris showed a group of 1-B students - almost the same group as the one that had been knocked out of the air, earlier - attacking one of the star-wearing robots.

“As we go on, we're starting to see more alliances between students!”

“Hm.”

As Izuku watched for larger falling scrap, he saw Hatsume swoop down and pluck the star from the other student’s grasp with an extendable claw.

Well, good. That was one less thing to worry about, going forward.

The boy with the comic speech bubble head made a loud noise, and his head turned into an enormous censor bar that unbalanced and broke not only the platform he and his classmates were standing on, but several nearby robots as well.

As the robots tumbled into one another, they knocked loose metal paneling that rained down on Izuku and Kacchan. Of course, the robots Kacchan didn't blast away restabilized themselves quickly and went back to shooting lasers and grabbing hapless students to carry them out of the stage.

“That’s it! No more questions about super snuff ball! Learn to enjoy the crazy blood sports you have in the here and now!”

Izuku grabbed a broad, shield-like piece of scrap and twisted, catching Kacchan's explosion with the metal. He let it lift him, using just enough of Float to get him up above the robots’ heads before dropping again.

“WHAT THE HELL!” shouted Kacchan from below. “WHAT THE HELL?”

Kacchan had amazing lung capacity.

Meanwhile, Izuku skidded across a robot's shoulder then jumped to another that was moving to the side of the hole. He rode along with it for a bit, avoiding its cameras until it started to take aim at Shinsou and Kaminari, at which point Izuku distracted it and slammed his piece of scrap metal into a vital joint and–

Shinsou and Kaminari!

Izuku hopped off the disoriented robot onto grassy ground and ran to meet them. He had to fight a couple more robots to get to them, but Kaminari was zapping any robots that got too close to him or Shinsou.

As Izuku got closer, Shinsou faltered, doubling over to rest his hands on his knees. “That guy,” he said, between sharp breaths, “just keeps going.”

“So did you, if you got this far.”

“Should we jump in?” asked Kaminari, gesturing vaguely towards the scrum of robots with the star he was holding In his left hand.

“No, let Kacchan take care of it.”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure he's gonna be–?”

A larger than usual explosion cut him off, and Kacchan marched out of the flaming remnants. “Again?” he snarled, sounding distinctly out of breath. “When will you extras get a clue and realize this Deku's just gonna drag you down?”

Shinsou sneered. “Why don't you get a clue and mind your own business, Kacchan?”

“You f–”

Kacchan's face went disturbingly blank and slack.

“Give me your star and walk out of this arena,” ordered Shinsou.

Kacchan, moving like a sleepwalker, did just that. Izuku watched in amazement. “Is he really going to just… do that?”

“Probably not,” admitted Shinsou, wiping sweat from his face. “Maybe- Maybe if we were closer to the edge, but he'll probably snap out of it before then.”

“Hey, do you need any help finding a star?” asked Kaminari. “There's not much time.”

Izuku shook his head, already floating up. “I'll get one from the robots. You guys should find somewhere to hide. Probably no one will look under the robots.”

“Ooh, good idea!”

“What the hell, they're still on fire!”

“Not all of them!”

Izuku looked around. Hatsume had snatched the nearest star, but he'd seen others - there were too many people directly fighting robots, anyway, for that to be the only one.

There. He let himself down again, and started running over, acquiring a few pieces of metal pipe and sheeting on the way. He needed some way to fight.

He reached the robots and went up, bobbing a few times to avoid being hit by the robot's lasers. He landed, and narrowly avoided a fight between Ectoplasm (who was also in the PE uniform! Wow!) and a class B student who was doing a credible job of hiding in Ectoplasm's shadow, but a less good job of retrieving the star Ectoplasm was keeping from him, even as the robot tried to flick them off its back.

Izuku gritted his teeth, dropped to the robot's treads, and slammed his pipe into the most delicate-looking bit of machinery he could. The robot didn't stop, but it stuttered, and Izuku shot back up in time to yank the star from Ectoplasm's hand and then kept going, out of Ectoplasm’s reach.

Only a minute left. He couldn't relax. Not yet. He flicked his eyes over the ground. It looked like most people in the hero course had stars at this point, and they were all separating out, moving away from one another of their own accord in favor of keeping away the remaining students from other classes or avoiding teachers and robots.

It seemed oddly peaceful up here. Other than a bunch of gen ed students trying to snipe him again. Speaking of Snipe, there he was with some kind of… improvised lasso? Was it made out of Shiozaki's vines? It was hard to see from up here.

He spotted the shadow kid again, this time teaming up with one of classmates, the girl with the mushrooms, to attack Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

It was not a good combination.

“Hatsume! Do you have a spotlight?” He was really just hoping for a really big flashlight, but anything would do.

Hatsume didn't waste time responding. Instead, she pulled a lever and a spotlight - a full-sized stage spotlight - popped out of her backpack. Just in time, too. Dark Shadow dissolved with a startled cry that Izuku would definitely feel guilty about later, but the class B boy fell out of the vanishing shadows, too, letting Tokoyami shield his star.

A horn sounded over the stadium. The robots abruptly shut down, and all the fighting petered off.

“Now, that was a wonderful display of talent!”

“Training is more important.”

“And what about passion?” Ms. Kayama interjected to the laughter of the crowd. “Everyone with a star, please come up to the front stage. Everyone else, please head to the medical area to be checked out! If you're stuck, one of the teachers will be with you shortly.”

Izuku and Hatsume descended together. “What d'you think the next event will be, Grappling Hook?”

“No idea,” said Izuku. “It could also be something completely new. Some kind of race? Not capture the flag or anything based on resource gathering after this one… It's usually at least based on an actual sport of some kind… Hope they'llat least let us pick our own teams…”

“You think they won't?”

“Oh!” said Izuku, startled from his muttering. “I mean, I hope they will? They have in the past. But there's no real guarrantee…”

They reached the stage, and Izuku was glad to see that everyone in 1-A had made it, along with Shinsou. Well, Todoroki wasn't there yet, but that seemed to be more because escaping from his ice castle took time, rather than because he hadn’t passed.

The rest of the students present seemed to be from class B. The shadow boy hadn’t made it.

Kacchan had.

Izuku swallowed, and tried to keep as many people between himself and Kacchan as he could while navigating towards Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. On the way there, he was greated with so many congratulations that people started calling him ‘Strawberry’ again.

“Sorry for the light,” he said, bowing.

“Sometime light is the only available method of controling the darkness which besets us,” said Tokoyami, gravely.

“Yeah! Otherwise that guy would have crawled all over me! It was gross.”

“Still,” said Izuku, “I wish I could have done more. And now, whatever group I'm on is going to have to deal with Kacchan in the next event! Things didn't go according to plan at all… And I wasn't really able to help anyone…”

“Perhaps,” said Tokoyami, “but without your efforts, there would have been no plan at all.”

“He's right, Midoriya!” said Iida, energetically. “Without your insights, our cooperation would have been lacking.”

“But everyone worked on the plan. And Monoma is the one who came up with the idea of cooperating in the first place.”

Monoma slung an arm around Izuku's shoulders, nearly making him jump out of his skin. “While I am pleased to accept your acknowledgement of my contributions, you were called up to the principal's office, too. We must all share the blame.”

“What blame?” asked Uraraka. “That was really fun, wasn't it?”

Todoroki finally climbed the stage, to scattered applause, and Ms. Kayama called them to order.

“First, I'd like to say congratulations to all forty of you on making it this far!” She paused, letting the audience cheer. “But there are two more to go before we find the real winner! Take a look at the stars you fought so hard for.”

The star in Izuku's hands made a small clicking noise. He looked down to see that the seam around the outside edge had widened.

“That's right, open them up and find your prize inside!”

Carefully, Izuku pried the two halves of the star apart. Inside was a lot of shaped packing foam, a two thousand yen gift card to a local café, and… a badge? He tucked the other half of the star under his elbow and pulled out the badge to inspect it more closely. It was star-shaped, with a metallic edge and back, and a purple enamel front.

There were words on it: UA SF 2XXX FIVE-LEGGED RACE TEAM 7.

“Sweet!” said Dark Shadow, yanking an identical pin out of Tokoyami's hand. “We're on the same team, Strawberry!”

“His hero name is Wonder, Dark Shadow,” said Tokoyami, swiping the badge back. “But yes, it does appear as if we are to be compatriots in darkness. What team are you on, Uraraka?”

“Team? Oh!” said Uraraka, tearing her eyes away from the gift card. “Right. I’m on Team Nine. Black.”

“So am I,” said Monoma with a sort of evil grin.

“Go ahead and put on your badges,” said Ms. Kayama. “And no swapping! Our next event is a Five-Legged Race. It's just like a three-legged race, but with five people! We're going to have a one hour break for everyone to get patched up and make plans with their groups, and to prepare the arena for the event. Make sure you take advantage of it! Only the first four groups to get their whole team across the finish line will move on.” Ms. Kayama put down the microphone. “Seriously, go get checked out in the medical tent. There’s always someone who has a worse injury than they think. Come on.”

“-should I say? Whoops. Ahem. Please enjoy viewing our recreational games, and select clips from the first event.”

“So, what do you think of the teams?” asked En, reading off the screen Izuku was looking at while waiting for his turn getting checked up.

The list looked like this:

TEAM 1: RED - PLAMO, TWINKLE, DRAGON SHROUD, SHEMAGE

TEAM 2: ORANGE - B17, FROPPY, CELERITY, TENTACOLE

TEAM 3: YELLOW - TAILMAN, RED RIOT, MINES, RULE

TEAM 4: GREEN - A15, BATTLE FIST, MOCK, GEVAUDAN

TEAM 5: CYAN - ROCKETTI, CHARGEBOLT, ANIMA, MUDMAN

TEAM 6: BLUE - INVISIBLE GORILLA, SUGARMAN, CELLOPHANE, EMILY

TEAM 7: PURPLE - LIZARDY, B12, WONDER, TSUKUYOMI

TEAM 8: MAGENTA - SPIRAL, WELDER, RIPLEY, COMICMAN

TEAM 9: BLACK - URAVITY, MR. MIRROR, BRIGID, EARPHONE JACK

TEAM 10: WHITE - CREATI, JACK MANTIS, VINE, REAL STEEL

“Team Nine is going to blow everyone else out of the water,” said Banjo. “They won’t even have to run. They’ll just do the rocket thing, and boom, that’s it.”

“For being random, the other groups aren’t bad, either,” said Nana. “I can see that some groups will have more trouble being fast than others, but that’s not the only aspect of this race. You have to be able to work with others. Ability to attack or impede other groups also matters.” She paused for a long moment. “Of course, Team Nine will still win–”

Izuku adjusted the spare PE uniform he'd been given. He hadn’t really needed it, his original hadn't been that singed, but the upperclassman assisting Recovery Girl had given him a look and said, “No costume malfunctions this year.” Which Izuku really couldn't argue about. So.

“You Midoriya?” asked a tall, thin girl with green hair.

“Uh, yes, yes, that's me. You're Tokage?” Tokage, if Izuku remembered correctly, was class B's other recommendation student, and probably the owner of the half a head he'd seen at the beginning of the first event.

“Got it in one. Betcha you're wishing you were on the green team too?” she asked, tugging her own hair.

“Um, not really?” If anything, he would rather be on Team Nine.

She laughed. “Come on, I already met your spooky friend, but Tsuburaba fell out of the sky so many times they're checking him out real carefully.” She half turned, motioning him to follow.

“R-right! He's the one who can make invisible platforms?”

“More than platforms,” said Tokage, “but he can explain better than I can.”

“Ah! Midoriya!” called Iida, power walking towards them. Tsuyu and Shouji were caught in his wake. “Wait a moment, please!” He stopped a few feet away, and bowed deeply to Tokage. “I apologize for my rudeness, this will only take a minute. Midoriya, I– That is to say, we–”

“We're not going to stand down just because we're grouped with Bakugou, kero,” said Tsuyu.

“But we apologize in advance for anything–”

“No, no,” said Izuku. “S-sorry! But he's always been that way, I wouldn't hold it against you, no matter how he acts.”

“That's why we must apologize!” said Iida.

“Oh. Um. I accept your apology?”

“Is it bad of me that I was hoping they'd say they were going to throw the match?” asked Yoichi.

“Yes,” said Hikage.

Tokage led Izuku a few more steps away, to where Tokoyami was sitting on a bench, feeding apple slices to Dark Shadow.

“Can she eat those?” Izuku asked, fascinated.

“Not really, but she likes the texture,” said Tokoyami, wiping his hands off on his legs. “I see you have found our present compatriot.”

“Yes!” said Izuku.

“So,” said Tokage, “I was thinking this'd be a good time to share our quirks and make a plan.”

Izuku nodded and pulled out his notebook. “Great! I have a few questions I wanted to ask you about how you levitate your pieces and whether one piece is considered the ‘main’ piece and how much force you can apply and–”

“When did he even get the chance to pick up that notebook?” asked Nana.

“I think it was in the waiting room, when he passed through to go to the bathroom,” said En. “But since we're between events, I have just one more question about super snuff ball.”

“Ugh,” said Yoichi. “Fine.”

“What happened to it? Like, there are still underground fighting rings or whatever, but not actual murder games.”

“Well, it turns out that if you steal all of the money from the guys making book for those places, the whole setup sort of falls apart.”

En blinked, then turned to Third. “Why didn't you tell that story instead of the Dumas ones?”

#bnha #danger first

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 5)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader but they do wear a dress, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood

note: final chapter!!!! i hope you liked this lil series, it's my first time writing a longer story like this so hopefully they only get better with time :D

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :) thank you for all your support <3

The click of heels against wood startles you from sleep, and you fumble around for that pair of fabric shears in a half-awake daze. Your shoulders and lower back ache from sleeping slumped against the couch, legs protesting spending the night on the floor. A gentle voice calls your name from the other side of M’s office door, patient and kind. The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but you can’t remember where you’d heard it before.

Cautiously pulling back the door, you’re met with a loungewear-clad woman, long black hair messily tied back and looking very flushed like she’d gone on a run. You take in her large, worried eyes and the pieces finally click in your exhausted brain.

“And with the establishment of this company, I hereby pledge my full support to the expansion of Quirk-related employment to all women. Congratulations, M; The Creati-Earphone Jack Agency wishes you the best in your future endeavors. -Yaoyorozu Momo”

“Hi,” she says warmly. Her slender fingers find your shoulders and she looks you up and down for injuries. “Are you two doing okay? I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to get here sooner. I received Midoriya’s message only an hour ago.”

“It’s alright, we’re doing okay; I don’t wanna speak for Shoto, but he’s been sleeping deeply for the past few hours.” A glance over your shoulder reveals his face contorted and breath shaky, like he’s having a nightmare. You’d woken up several times during the few hours you’d spent with him to find his hand desperately squeezing yours like you’d vanish if he let go, or frantically choking out your name under his breath. Now, even with Momo in the room with you, your body moves instinctually, quietly sitting beside him and taking his hand in yours, fingers intertwining naturally. His breathing calms instantly. “You’re here to take him somewhere safe, right?” Deku had mentioned something about making a call before he’d taken off to sort out the rest of whatever mission had gone awry. Like Deku, you couldn’t help wishing that you’d met the sponsor of the company under different circumstances.

Momo continues to stand in the middle of the office, watching you care for Shoto in awe. “Yes, though it looks like you’ve already got it all under control.” She gives you a knowing smile, raising her pristinely-shaped eyebrows. You laugh tiredly, shaking your head. As much as you loved being with Shoto, your body was screaming at you in need of a shower, food, water, and better rest.

A worrying thought pops into your mind. He’d said that hospitals weren’t safe, so it was fair to assume that nowhere else that would recognize him was safe, either. “You’re not planning to bring him back to his agency, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” she says adamantly as relief floods your body. “I’ll probably bring him to our apartment, and I’ll call in a few favors to make sure he recieves medical attention without alerting the press.” A moment passes while you work through what she’d said. Sudden embarrassment and confusion spread across your face as you replay what she said. Our apartment, she said. You blinked, unable to process what you were hearing. Had you been trying to win Shoto when he was already in a committed relationship?

She notices your spiraling thoughts, an equal amount of panic washing over her face while she stutters out an explanation. “Oh, no! No, no, not our apartment,” she supplies, gesturing between her and a still unconscious Shoto. Her elegant limbs flail in a rushed attempt to fix what she’d said, reminiscent of a ballerina trying to dance polka. “I mean, um, my apartment with Jiro. You know, Earphone Jack?” You nod, more pieces starting to click into place. Momo’s face has become several shades redder despite the pink of her complexion when you’d opened the door. “It’s…not something that I’d like the general public to know yet. So if you wouldn’t mind–”

“Of course. You don’t need to worry about me. I have more than enough to take care of,” you reassure her, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at the idiot on the couch. She smiles again, warm like the sunrise and radiating gratitude. Soon, she’s slinging Shoto’s arm over her shoulders and dragging him, half asleep, out the backdoor just as light starts to peek over the horizon.

“Get some rest, and thank you,” she says before disappearing into the city. “I hope to see you tonight!”

You crash onto your bed at 6:00, bloody clothes and all, only waking up briefly to deliriously explain to your roommate that it wasn’t your blood. Thankfully, she must have realized that you needed sleep more than you needed a wellness check, and you blink your eyes open naturally around 2:00 in the afternoon. Your body feels the grossest its ever been as you inspect the blood covering your clothes and sweat making your skin sticky to the touch. You take a few painkillers and stumble into the shower, relishing the warmth of the water cleaning the grime from your body.

“Oh, thank God, you’re awake,” your roommate gasps as you walk into the living room in pajamas, nonchalantly brushing your teeth for the first time in 24 hours. Her eyes run over your body anxiously, and you make a mental note to get her flowers as an apology for worrying her. “You okay?” You give her a dull thumbs up, and she laughs. “Thumbs up if you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened last night. After you quit your job.” You grin, sticking a thumb up again before returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste.

The ball officially starts at 7:00, but experience taught you that many tend to arrive early to take photos without waiting in line; being at the ball by 6:00 was the wisest choice if you wanted to catch glimpses of the heroes wearing the pieces you designed before they disappeared into the crowd. By 5:30, your makeup is nearly done and you’re ready to slip into your dress when you hear your roommate call for you from the living room window.

“Hey, there’s a police car outside.” You set the curling iron down on the bathroom counter, rushing out to see what your roommate was talking about.

“What?”

“There’s an unmarked car outside.” Sure enough, an unmarked black SUV was parked on the curb outside of your apartment window, concerningly parked on the side not facing the street that only residents were supposed to be able to access.

“Maybe it’s not here for us.”

“Then why’d it pull up to the window where it knows we can see it?”

“Coincidence? I think you’re being a little too paranoid. If I was followed, someone would have kicked down our door a few hours ago.” She looks at you skeptically and you turn back to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit!” Her hand yanks your forearm back to the window, and your jaw hangs open in shock.

“Oh, shit,” you echo as Shoto steps out of the car with a garment bag over his shoulder. He spots you both gawking at the window, giving a casual half-smile and a wave of his free hand.

You don’t even ask how he found your apartment number in the first place as you throw open the front door. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

His soft smile turns into a face of bewilderment. “You’re not happy to see me?”

Your mind runs at two thousand miles per hour, imagining your job on the line because you kept the number three hero from arriving at the ball on time. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

His voice falls flat. “You’re unhappy to see me.” The disappointment on his face sends you reeling backward to try to fix it.

“No, no, God, no.” You grab his hand in both of yours, tugging him into your apartment while your roommate runs for cover. “I’m happy you’re here, I promise, but you’re supposed to be there early for photos.” You do a mindless spin in your living room, unsure of what to do about the man standing in your entryway. You catch a glimpse of your unfinished curls in the mirror and settle for returning to the bathroom, ignoring the amused smile from Shoto as he watches you hurry about.

His voice follows you into the bathroom, and he leans against the doorframe nonchalantly. “I can’t be there without my plus one, and I need some help getting dressed.” Your eyes find him in the mirror reflection, questioning why he needs your help. He sighs like a spoiled prince who didn’t want to go to court. “I’m not in the mood to explain to my team why I have a dozen fresh wounds.”

Your mouth forms a single oh in understanding, wrapping another strand of hair around the barrel of the iron. “It’s usually stylists that get heroes ready, you know. My job is just to make the clothes, not put them on you.”

“I know. I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” he apologizes but makes no move to leave. If anything, his mouth quirks like he’s trying to fight back a laugh.

“You’re enjoying this, you asshole,” you smile, ducking under the sink and rummaging around for the hairspray. Shoto’s pretty hand finds the edge of the counter wordlessly, protecting you from knocking your head.

“Enjoying what? Being in your company after missing it for a day? I wasn’t aware that was a crime.” His two-toned eyes shine, and you give him a single spritz of hairspray, sending him laugh-coughing as you move back into your room.

Shoto stands respectfully at the doorway of your room, waiting to be invited inside with an expectant look. “Go change in the bathroom first, then I’ll help you with the finishing touches.” His mouth opens in protest, but you beat him to an answer. “I’m aware that I’ve already seen you with no shirt, Sho. It’s different when you’re not bleeding out at 1:00 in the morning.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, he closes the bathroom door. While you wait, you finish touching up your hair and slip into your dress.

You almost cry when he leaves the bathroom, frozen in front of him. He looked incredible, the way the button-up accented his lean body and the trenchcoat swept elegantly in the back. He’d combed half of his hair back, leaving a few red strands falling on his forehead. When he turned to let you see the other side of the coat, your heart stopped as you took in the dueling cranes stretching across his back. The detail you added made it look like the design was printed, but the texture revealed that all of it was thread.

“Wow.” At first, you’d thought the word came from your mouth, but you looked to see Shoto’s jaw slack as he took in you in your dress. “You look…wow.”

You chuckle, suddenly a little bit embarrassed at how much skin you were revealing around your neck and shoulders. “You look pretty ‘wow’ too.” There it is, that stupid smirk that sends butterflies into a frenzy in your stomach. “C’mere, though. I think one of the buttons loosened while you were getting dressed.”

He lets you drag him in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, and you grab a spool of white thread from your drawer. Standing in front of him, you smell his cologne again and his breath, minty and fresh. His eyes rake over your face and your body as you fight to keep your hands from shaking. It felt harder than ever to focus as you looped the thread through the buttonholes and tied it in the back, dropping the thread to maneuver the button into its hole.

His hands stop you, holding them there against his chest as you meet his eyes. “I have a confession.” His voice is a murmur meant for only you to hear. Your eyebrows raise in question to make up for the words caught in your throat. “I broke the button on purpose…and all the buttons.”

Your eyes trail down his chest, confusion setting in as you see fully intact buttons. Maybe he hit his head when Deku brought him to you.

“Not…not those.” His gaze turns down and he smiles fondly as he brushes the pad of his thumb over yours. A lightbulb goes off in the back of your mind, and you look at him, stunned.

"No."

"Yes."

“All those visits to the office?”

“On purpose.”

Your heart slams against your ribcage and your mouth struggles to create coherent words. “But why?

“Because I wanted to see you.” He looks down at you like you are all the lights in the sky. "All I've wanted is just to see you."

"And here I am."

"And there you are."

“So you still were interested even after I made that dumb thumb joke the first day?” You huff out a laugh to relieve some of the tension in your chest, and he grins at you.

“Especially after that.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. He was so close, close enough that you could…

“Can I–”

“Please.”

You’re barely able to nod before he pulls you in, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you sweetly, hands finding your hips and your arms settling around his neck. You fiddle with the hair at the base of his neck and he hums into your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulls away. He leaves a feather-light kiss on your forehead and your eyes flutter close, leaning into the gentleness of his touch.

You sigh, head tilting to check the clock on your nightstand. He groans when you look at him, silently telling him you both have to go and you can’t help beaming. “I know. As much as I also want more–”

“I have to show off your craftsmanship first,” he finishes.

His hand finds a home on your thigh during the entire ride to the ball, absentmindedly tracing circles with his fingers on the silk of your dress. You realize that kissing him was unlocking a part of Shoto he’d previously shut off purposefully, giving you a chance to back out if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But now, since you’d made your feelings clear minutes before, you found that there wasn’t a time when part of him wasn’t touching you. His hand was on your thigh in the car; his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you stepped out; his fingers firmly intertwined with yours as he guided you through swarms of cameras. Before you have to go separate ways so he could pose for pictures, he squeezes your hand and shoots you a thumbs-up. You give him a thumbs up back and steer around the backdrop of the red carpet.

“Oh, you’re here.” A high-pitched, shrewd voice you’d only heard for the past weeks in your nightmares cuts through the sounds of camera shutters and interview chatter. You pivot on your heel, face to face with M. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here considering the shitshow of an office you’ve been running in my absence.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”

“My phone has been blowing up lately with agencies calling my number. My personal number! Of course, I haven’t answered any of them because I’m on leave. But that just goes to show how well you’re running the business,” she says, giving you a conniving smile. “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed. All these years and you still haven’t learned anything about running a company.” You’re speechless, and your gaze falls on her pregnant belly. “Oh, her? Yeah, she’s not supposed to come for another four months, so I’ll have to leave again, but not with you in charge.”

Frustration wells up in your eyes and throat, threatening to spill over and confirm to M that you’re too weak to run a business. She had zero idea what you’d been doing these past two weeks, cleaning up her mess and carrying her slack on your shoulders all without her industry contacts that did most of the hard work for her. If you weren’t in public, the back of your hand would already be finding the side of her foundation-caked face.

“Love?” A gentle, familiar hand finds the small of your back as Shoto’s voice registers in your ears. All of his focus is on you and only you, not even a breath directed in M’s direction. Your boss is rooted to the floor in astonishment, and you watch in real-time as she puts on her entrepreneurial mask, sticking out her hand and introducing herself with fake diplomacy.

“My friends would like to meet the designer of their pieces,” he says evenly to you, seemingly unaware of M’s presence.

“I–”

“That would be me! So nice to meet you Todoroki. My name is M.” She shoves her arm out further, and you recoil backward. Shoto’s eyes flick over to her for a second, then return to you as you give him the faintest shake of your head.

He makes a great deal out of looking at M’s still-extended hand and her strained smile. “Why should I care to know you?” Brilliantly acted confusion paints his handsome features and you bite down the urge to laugh. You cut M off before she can reply.

“She’s my former boss, Shoto.” She whirls on you, red spreading across her face.

“Former?”

“Mhmm. I’m quitting.” Shoto mirrors your smirk and mouths a satisfied let’s leave, snaking his arm around your waist.

“You can’t quit,” M hisses to your back. “You need me. You won't make it in this industry without someone like me.”

“No, M. You need me, and I’m done with you.” You leave her trembling with rage, and Shoto pulls you closer to his body as he notices your fingers shaking from adrenaline. Looking up at him, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What the fuck did I just do?”

“You freed yourself.”

“But the clients–”

“Are all right here,” he says, gesturing to the lineup of beautifully-dressed heroes standing around a cocktail table that cheers and smiles when they notice you approach.

Momo snatches Jiro’s hand, pulling her to meet you in her extravagant gown and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You’re hit with a wall of expensive perfume and Jiro looks kindly at you, nodding in understanding as your nose scrunches from the strong scent. Deku looks relieved to see you both, bouncing on his heels excitedly as he takes in Shoto’s more-than-friend proximity to you. Bakugo gives you a curt nod, and you swear you hear a small apology for last year under his breath. Sero, Mina, and Kirishima introduce themselves as well, singing your praises for the amazingly crafted pieces they wear. In the midst of all of this, Shoto settles at your side, poking his thumb up as you ease into this new life, this new life with him.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x you #bnha #mha #shoto x you #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #my hero academia

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bberry005 · 1 month ago

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[present mic voice] KYOUKA JIROU! HERO NAME: EARPHONE JACK! QUIRK: EARPHONE JACK! USING THE DEVICES ON HER EARS, SHE CAN HEAR SUPER QUIET NOISES FROM FAR AWAY, AND USING THE DEVICES ON HER HANDS, SHE CAN AMPLIFY HER HEARTBEAT!

anyway hello mha nation and pro hero jirou anyone? never forget how she and tokoyami faced down all for one while he was at full power and made it out alive. in the future i know my girl is TOPPING the charts due to her skill at long, undercover missions where she tracks serial killers like stain and her general popularity due to her music.

#hello mha fandom #i watched this show when i was in high school #and now that it's ending i got intriguied again #and now i'm obsessed #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kyoka jiro #earphone jack #mha fanart #mha jirou #jirou kyouka #bnha fanart #kyouka jirou fanart #pro hero class 1a

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gobblinggojo · 2 years ago

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♡Movies: Denki Kaminari♡

♡Warnings: angst to fluff, song lyrics are used♡

♡Summary: as a child, you had always wished for a love story much like the ones in the movies you would find yourself obsessing over. Denki Kaminari is the very male that has caught your loving gaze♡

♡Please like and reblog! And don’t be afraid to request any other story you wish to see with a My Hero character♡

As a child, I was obsessed with fairy tales and romance. I fell in love with the fictional worlds my mind frequently visited, watching in utter happiness as the two main love interests fell more in love with one another than they had at the start of the movie.

In my head, I would be dancing in the arms of my lover; kissing under the stars as we told one another we loved each other. “I love you,” those three words are words I have waited endlessly to hear from him. I want a love like the movies. I always have and always will.

For ages, ever since I had met him I had pinned helplessly for his love. He was beautiful; the sun–he could light up a room with just a single smile. He was Denki Kaminari; a boy in my class whom I was so hopelessly in love with. We had grown close at the start of the year, I sat right behind him in class. He would always turn around, sparking up a conversation with me, asking me about my day, or even just telling me I looked pretty that day.

With every conversation, every innocent touch, every smile: I would fall harder and harder. My infatuation with Denki grew each day with each little interaction we had.

If life were like the movies, Denki would return my feelings and be just as in love with me as I am with him.

I learned the hard way that I was only viewed as a friend by Denki; our love was nothing more but an innocent friendship full of innocent, loving touches. We were at a party–a welcome party for us, the students, for moving into the U.A. dorms.

His hand gripped mine, dragging me around everywhere, exploring our new home. “We can definitely do some serious movie watching in the common room, Y/n,” movies; my heart beats at the thought of the various romantic films that I was so in love with–the films in which I dreamed my life would turn into. No sound came out of my lips, he turned his head, beautiful yellow eyes filled with electricity gazing right into my own e/c orbs. I finally nodded in response, a smile grazing my features as he continued to drag me around.

What started as an innocent adventure of our new home ended in complete and utter heartbreak. Denki and I had stopped exploring around for a moment, going outside to get a breath of fresh air. He leaned against the stone wall of the tall building, staring up at the night sky. The sky in which I oh so badly wished to dance under with him. His pale arms rested behind his head, a grin growing on his face as he studied the beautiful white dots in the sky–the stars.

“I’m excited to live here with you guys, Y/n,” he turned his head, eyes locked with my own. “I’m really hoping I can grow closer to Jirou.” My heart shattered. I stared helplessly at Denki–wishing, praying, hoping that I had heard his words wrong.

“Huh?” I sounded so dumbfounded as I spoke; embarrassing. “Ya know, Jirou? The girl with the earphone jacks,” his smile grew wider–eyes holding nothing but love inside of them as he stared back at the stars. He looked so in love–. “She’s gorgeous Y/n. I genuinely think I’m in love.”

His words stung.

In my head we’d never grow apart, and in my head he would never break my heart. I was so stupid; real life is never like the movies.

Now here I am, watching in complete and utter envy and sadness as Jirou and Denki held one another–dancing to some Ricky Montgomery song under the stars right outside of my dorm window. My heart ached. That was supposed to be me; my dream did not belong to me anymore, instead to another.

I hold no hatred for Jirou; she’s a gorgeous woman who deserves so much–but why did it have to be Denki of all people? Why did I not deserve him?

I believe after that night in which I had my heart broken, Denki could sense a change in me. After that night, he ceased talking with me. Instead, growing closer with Jirou. I had lost a friend and a potential love all within a few short hours.

They were holding one another so close; laughter erupting from Jirou’s mouth as she threw her head back–arms pulling Denki closer to her as he pressed a loving kiss against her shoulder. He looked so happy, their love was just like the love I had seen in the movies; the love that I had yearned for.

In my head, that would be Denki and I dancing in the dark–kissing under the stars. But, it’s not what we’re doing; because real life is nothing like the movies.

I felt so much envy and heartache in my heart, but I could never make myself hate Denki or Jirou. I continued to gaze out of the window; eyes watching sadly as they danced the night away with one another. Yellow eyes gazed over a clothed shoulder–locking in with my own eyes. A smile grew on my face, bottom lip trembling as he raised my hand up; giving Denki a small wave. He smiled in response.

He smiled.

My heartbeat quickened; I shouldn’t feel this way over such a small interaction. My eyes looked back out the window–for I had gazed down the moment he flashed his beautiful smile, only to find neither Denki or Jirou standing under the sky. My eyes widened; where could they have gone?

A knock sounded against my door–I turned in my chair, watching as the sun entered my room–Denki. He smiled sheepishly, holding his hand out to me, yellow eyes staring right into my own. “Come on,” his words echoed in my mind. To where? I wanted to question, but no words came out. My hand shot out, taking Denki’s in a loving grip.

Soon, I was dragged outside–to the very spot in which he and Jirou had been dancing at. His arms wrapped around my waist, yellow eyes staring down at me, watching me intently. I could only stare up at him, my own arms wrapping around his shoulders without a word spoken.

“Denki–,” he hushed me, his thumbs that rested on my sides rubbed soothing circles as we began dancing to a song that I did not bother listening to. All I could focus on was Denki as he held me close–dancing under the stars.

The stars watched us in envy; wishing they had what we had.

“I’m sorry,” his words caught me off-guard, my head tilted up, eyes looking into his. “About?” A sad smile grew on his face, eyebrows knitting together in worry. “About not seeing it before,” his grip on me tightened as he pulled me closer, chin resting on top of my head.

“Not seeing what exactly, Denki?” He chuckled, causing his shoulders to shake as he pulled away, staring down at me. “For not seeing that you love me, Y/n.” My heart stopped–time seemed to slow down as he leaned down, our lips were centimeters apart; he looked into my eyes, and without a word, our lips connected.

Before I got too lost in the kiss, I pulled away, staring up at Denki. “What about Jirou?” His thumbs once again began to rub calming circles into my side. “When we were dancing–she saw you. She was talking to me, pointing everything out to me..how you look at me, how you act around me,” he took a deep breath, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin of my cheek. “She made me realize that you were in love with me, Y/n.”

My bottom lip trembled. “Do you–Do you love me?”

A wide grin grew on his face. “Y/n, everytime I look at you, I look at you like you’re perfect for me. You are a diamond–and I’m the ring,” he paused, pulling away from me. His hands flew up, pressing on either side of my face as he looked right at me. He had begun to wipe at the tears that were beginning to fall from my eyes.

“In my head,” I began, my words were jumbled as I spoke; “we would always be dancing in the dark, and in my head, we would kiss under the stars,” I sobbed as I spoke. “I’ve always wanted a love like the movies.”

A smile broke out on Denki’s face, he leaned in, pressing another kiss to my lips. “In my head, we never grow apart, and in my head I’ll never break your heart,” he spoke against my lips before pulling away.

“Never?” I sniffled. His fingers raised up; wiping once more at my tears. “Never..” He whispered before our lips once more intertwined.

In my head, we’re dancing in the dark and in my head, we kiss under the stars.

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saltysunflowersugar · 1 year ago

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sometimes I mix up MH (Monster High) with MHA (My Hero Academia) so I decided to make a crossover AU between them

Alrighg, so I’ll just start with some very basic info, all of the MHA kids go to Monster High, although I think the ghouls and monsters going to UA would also be cool and I guess that could be some other AU, also don't ask me if I'll be using the G1 or G3 Monster High lore, because not even I know. Also, as for the character designs, monster high doesn't have a uniform so I’ll put the characters in their casual clothes but add elements of their hero costumes to give it a more monster high energy

• it was a little hard to think of what kind of Monster Aoyama would be since I wanted to maintain some variation of their quirks, and there aren't really any monsters that shoot lasers out of their stomach, so I decided to make him a cyborg, plus I think it would be cool if the armour and giant shades of his hero costume were part of his body

• Mina is just a straight-up alien, I mean she originally wanted her hero name to be Alien Queen, so it makes sense.

• Tsuyu is a Loveland Frogperson, of you don't know what that is, it's an American cryptid that's basically just a human-sized frog that walks on it's hind legs, so it's perfect for Tsu

• I decided to make Uraraka a ghost because not only would gravity perpetually not apply to her, but she would also have telekinesis and so, she could make gravity not apply to other things/people, which fits with both uses of her quirk

• Ojiro would basically not change at all, but I haven't really decided what specific kind of monster he would be, considering his quirk is literally just that he has a tail, IDK I'll have to get back to him

• Iida would be a steam-powered robot like Robbecca Steam, I thought of this because of the engines on his calves lol

• Kirishima would be a rock elemental, that feels really obvious

• Kaminari would be a Frankenstein's Monster like Frankie, because electricity

• I'm not really sure what species Koda would be, but then I remembered Jane Boolittle who can also talk to animals and whose species is ALSO unknown, so I thought "Eh, it's fine if I don't know because neither does Koji"

• I have no clue what Sato's species would be lol, I might have to get back to him too

• Mezo Shouji is pretty obvious, anthro octopus, maybe also like, part shapeshifter to explain how he can grow extra eyes and mouths at the ends of his limbs, maybe he's even related to Tamaki in this AU

• Jirou is a vampire, but I'm specifically more focused on the bat part than the undead part or the blood drinking part, my reason being that bats have really great hearing and can use ecolocation, plus I just want her to have really big bat ears with dangly chain earrings to stand in for her earphone jacks

• Since Sero's tape power is already supposed to be based on Spiderman's web-slinging, I've decided to make him an anthropomorphic spider like Wydonna

• Tokoyami is a bird man, not much about that changes, but as for how Dark Shadow exists, he's actually Tokoyami's twin who he absorbed in the womb (egg?) And now is sort of a ghost but was also never really alive to begin with? IDK I've seen this premise used in some Danny Phantom AUs and I couldn’t really think of any other way for Dark Shadow to exist

• Todoroki will be an anthropomorphic salamander because not only are there myths of Salamanders being birthed from flames, but there is also a real world salamander species that can turn its own blood into an antifreeze substance so that it can safely hibernate in the winter, IT’S JUST TOO PERFECT!!!

•literally nothing changes about Hagakure

• Bakugou is an anthropomorphic dragon, I know that doesn't really relate to explosions specifically but I wasn’t sure what else to do and breathing fire seemed close enough

• for Deku I was originally gonna make him human, but I thought of something infinitely funnier; he's half merman half centaur and inherited the human half from both of his parents

• I had a hard time coming up with something for Momo, but my friend suggested to make her a Demon because demons can create stuff out of thin air sometimes (and NO, her creations will not be coming out of her boobs in this AU, I am well aware of how often both demons and Momo Yaoyorozu are sexualized and I don't want to do that here, she'll just use her horns to make stuff)

• Shinsou as a siren feels like the most natural creature for him to be, especially since not only is he using a power that comes from his voice to make people do things they normally wouldn't, but sirens are typically seen as the evil counterpart to mermaids, much like how everyone perceives Shinsou's quirk as inherently villainous, so it fits really perfectly

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 years ago

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AIDeku - Fem!Izuku - MASH Soulmate,

MicDeku, TodoDeku, ShigaDeku

"Is this a publicity stunt or..." Izumi trailed off as she eyed the cameras around them.

"Just normal for UA?" Ochako said in amusement. "Both probably," the girl shifted on her prosthetic legs. "Man, I can't wait to see who I get."

"You'll be a hero no doubt," Tenya announced as he adjusted his bag. Only having one arm made things a bit difficult, but he managed. He wasn't ready for a prosthetic yet. "Unlike me." he gave a moody sigh. He hadn't been expelled for his antics during the internship and was lucky to have managed to live. But his future as a hero was uncertain. The public was on his side, the legal system wasn't. It confused everyone.

"You will to!" Ochako said instantly.

"Don't worry Tenya, the bullshit coming from the system is going to fade away quick," Izumi promised as she leaned back in her wheelchair to pat his arm.

She met Ochako due to them being the only two people with large physical disabilities in UA. Izumi's came from... well, a bad situation. Ochako's came from a botched robot during the hero entrance exam. They became great friends very quickly. Tenya had already been their friend before he lost his arm, but it just made them stronger.

"Chatter," grunted Shinsou-sensei, the heroics teacher looking exhausted as he sipped his coffee. "You all talk so much."

"Awwww," mocked Izumi, grinning at the look he gave her. He was dating her cousin, she wasn't scared of him. Said cousin showed up then, throwing an arm over the man's shoulders.

"Babe," Earphone Jack, or Jirou Kyoka, said, smirking. "You need to calm down a little." The English teacher ruffled Shinsou's purple hair. "You doing alright kiddos?"

"More or less," Izumi said. "I'm going first cause of PR stuff, so that's fun." She made a face. "The Quirkless and crippled support kid. What fun."

"Don't sell yourself short Izumi," Kyoka told her cousin. "You're top student after all." Izumi just shrugged. The group waited a bit longer until her name was called to go and do the MASH. She rolled up to the table, ignoring the nattering of the man announcing her.

"And this is Midoriya Izumi, top student in the support course! She is in the analysis branch, as well she is one of our first Quirkless students!"

Yay.

Izumi went through the whole 'blood in the ink' routine and watched as it was spilled across the paper.

Todoroki Shouto, Shigaraki Tomura, Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi appeared. Izumi's stomach dropped.

Shigaraki? As in the nut case who attacked the school? What?! She already could hear the mutters from others, but a sharp cough stopped it.

"It's one out of four, and probably connected to the bullshit the board is pulling with Bakugou," she heard her cousin say a bit loudly. "I mean, having him come to UA after what he did? Of course she'd go villain. I'd join her."

Well, that was nice to hear. She recognized the other three names to, all Class 1A students like Ochako and Tenya. Aizawa had been a general studies student before winning the sports festival, beating out Todoroki with a lot of glee. Given what Izumi miiiiight have overheard from the red and white haired boy... he had issues and a good ass kicking helped. Yamada was a loud guy who liked music and whom Kyoka had eagerly snatched up as a mentee.

She didn't know any of them well but...

"Wait," Izumi's mouth dropped open. Her thoughts had been distracting her from noticing the next few things, such as number of kids (0 being the lowest and 5 being the highest with 3 and 1 rounding it out) and where she'd live (Mustapha or Tokyo seemed locked in). But what drew her attention now was jobs.

Analyst was one, which she expected. But seeing rescue-based hero, number three hero and number one hero after made her heart beat hard. Her hands went to her mouth as even the Matchmaker stared.

"I... huh." he shrugged. "Let us start the spiral..." Izumi eagerly obeyed, creating the spiral to decide on how many passes. When they were done it began.

Izumi was interested in the spouses, but her eyes were drawn to the jobs. What would happen? Which would be her future?

Around and around, things were ticked off. People murmured in the back about her future jobs, even as first number three and then number one were ticked off.

She would live in a house, she would have one child and live in Mustapha. Those were the first decisions.

Then it happened. Analyst became ticked off. She burst into tears, covering her face.

"I'm going to be a hero!" she gasped out. "I'm going to be one!" she felt the tears trickle down her face as she beamed. She hadn't expected her dream to happen. Had never thought it would.

But here was proof it could.

A hand came down on her shoulder and she looked up to see the tired face of Aizawa Shouta. She blinked and looked at the paper. His name was chosen. She looked back and he gave a half smile.

She smiled back.

#bnha #bnha au #soulmate friday #aideku #aged up and aged down characters #fuck me i have ideas no #ari heeeeeeelp

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yahoo201027 · 3 months ago

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August 1: Happy Birthday to one of the students attending U.A. High School in Class 1-A, seat Number 12 out of the 20 students in the classroom, training to become a pro hero, the My Hero Academia character of Kyoka Jiro, hero name “Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack”.

#My Hero Academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Kyoka Jiro #Anime and Manga #Fictional Characters #Fandom Birthday #August 1 Birthdays

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mhabirthdays · 1 year ago

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Happy Bithday

Kyoka Jiro (Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack) – August 1st

#my hero academia #mha #mha kyoka #mha jiro #mha kyoka jiro #mha jiro kyoka #mha earphone jack #earphone jack mha #mha birthday #kyoka jiro #jiro kyoka #hearing hero: earphone jack #earphone jack #u.a. high school #class 1a #class 1-a

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zincbotted · 2 years ago

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bnha class 1-a randomly generated quirkswap au blurbs

(also in this au mineta is replaced by shinso)

Yuga Aoyama - Acid

He sparkles and shines, too bad he accidentally sprays acid everywhere with his grand gesturing. He just wants to be famous! Why does he have to have such a gross quirk?

Mina Ashido - Navel Laser

Her pink skin, hair, and horns were all very eye-catching, but most eye-catching of all is her ability to shoot a bright powerful laser from her bellybutton. Only for a second though or she gets massive cramps.

Tsuyu Asui- Zero Gravity

She accidentally floats herself a lot, so holds her arms out from her body to prevent this from happening. She loves the water, but swimming through the air is almost as good.

Tenya Iida - Brainwashing

Despite not having his family's prized quirk, he's resolved to prove that he can still become a hero and uphold their legacy. He makes a point to be as honest and straightforward as possible to make up for his more sinister quirk.

Ochako Ururaka - Frog

She comes from a poor mutant family that had to face a lot of discrimination. She's going to use her frog-like powers to become a successful hero that makes lots of money to support them.

Mashirao Ojiro - Explosion

He's a pretty normal teenager, and teenagers sweat a lot. Unfortunately his sweat is explosive nitroglycerin. With a lot of training, he makes it work for him.

Denki Kaminari - Creation

He can make anything if he knows its composition! Unfortunately he's... really bad at memorizing what different things are made of. Mostly he just makes useless junk.

Eijiro Kirishima - Dark Shadow

He's a friendly and manly guy! His sentient quirk, not so much. The shadow version of himself that emerges from his body in the darkness is a terrifying quirk, but if anyone can wrangle it, he can!

Koji Koda - Earphone Jack

He's a quiet gentle guy with a tough rocky exterior. He hears everything though, with his sound-boosting quirk. And he can get Real loud when he wants to be.

Rikido Sato - One For All

He grew up quirkless, and with no great ambition other than to be kind. He gave his food to a skeletal man he met on the beach one day. They became friends, and eventually, the man revealed he was truly All Might, the number one hero. He was chosen as his successor, and now he had a motivation, to do as much good as possible by becoming the next symbol of peace. Through kindness, anything is possible.

Mezo Shoji - Invisibility

He always wears a mask. Not that it covers anything up. He's tall, buff, and completely invisible.

Kyoka Jiro - Anivoice

She's a punk-rock music lover. Unfortunately, animals can understand her, and most of the time they don't agree with her style. If you need an angry swarm of any creature that might be nearby, she's your hero.

Hanta Sero - Half Cold Half Hot

He has one of the world's most powerful quirks by total luck. Too bad he just wants to chill out and have fun.

Fumikage Tokoyami - Hardening

He has an unrelated mutation giving him feathers and a beak. His quirk allows him to turn those features to steel by hardening them to an incredibly sturdy substance.

Shoto Todoroki - Tape

The pro hero Endeavor was trying to create the perfect successor. And sometimes, a kid with a perfect split of white and red hair develops a totally unique quirk through a strange mutation. He can create tape. And shoot it from his elbows.

Toru Hakagure - Dupliarms

She's a totally normal girl! With six arms. That she can grow extra body parts on. She just wishes there was a cute guy out there with a thing for weird arms.

Katsuki Bakugou - Tail

He's determined to be the greatest. He may be pretty normal aside from a powerful prehensile tail, but that thing is a constant lashing force of destruction under the force of his rage.

Izuku Midoriya - Sugar Rush

When he was a kid, eating sugar would make him absolutely bonkers. His mother cut it out of his diet, but turns out his quirk transforms sugar into the motherlode of all rushes, granting him superhuman speed and strength. Only, afterwards, his body totally gives out.

Hitoshi Shinso - Engine

He's got engines in his legs. He's a speedster but never really figured out how to use his quirk for combat, so didn't manage to make it into the hero course. He wants to prove himself though, and worked hard for this transfer.

Momo Yaoyorozu - Electrification

She is a top-level student, her intellect is her pride. Unfortunately, if she uses her quirk too much, that prized intelligence is shocked away to nothing as her IQ drops tremendously until she recovers.

#bnha #mha #made this just for fun but since it's a really well-rounded post i thought i'd share #some of these are fucking hilarious i'm a big fan of tape elbows todoroki #and shoji being invisible lmap #i love momo with electrification too it's really interesting with her smarts being her biggest asset #also yeah i got rid of that grape his quirk sucks and he sucks #iida with the brainwashing quirk works twice as hard to make people trust him #class 1-a #i tried to make the blurbs in character but i really don't know that much abt most of these plus i wanted to give them all an abt even amnt #quirk swap #so yeah everyone is randomly assigned a partner and then i swapped their quirks #very interesting results #okay i guess i have to tag everyone #but i'm gonna do it in acursed way #yuga aoyama mina ashido tsuyu asui tenya iida ochako ururaka mashirao ojiro denki kaminari eijiro kirishima koji koda rikido sato #quirkswap au #mezo shoji kyoka jiro hanta sero fumikage tokoyami shoto todoroki toru hagakure katsuki bakugo izuku midoriya hitoshi shinso momo yaoyorozu #ah i spelled bakugou wrong. oh well

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writersmorgue · 9 months ago

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Febuwhump Day 3 - alt. Human Shield

Note: in case it’s not clear, villain ha a quirk that allows him to deflect incoming attacks and send them back :)

TWs in tags || Read on Ao3 || wc: 971

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Distantly she can hear her sidekick cursing out whatever villain he’s fighting. Kyouka wishes she could help but she’s slightly distracted by whatever hell she’s found herself in with this bastard.

“Oi!” She shouts, “Don’t leave me hangin’!” grinning, she spits what’s probably one of her molars onto the dirt.

The villain snickers, “Don’t tell me you believed you were walking away from this, Hero.”

Her quirk has been virtually useless throughout the whole fight. The villain’s quirk caused enough pain to her that she finally gave up and moved to hand-to-hand.

The vibrations have practically emaciated her earphone jacks, but she uses the left to tap into her comm device.

Flipping through the heroes she knows are at her disposal, she decides quickly. She knows one who always kicked her ass during quirkless spars.

“This is Earphone Jack, Send Creati over to the courtyard on 3rd. Backup needed.” She mumbles, wiping her bloody hand over her mouth.

The villain barely gives her time to recoup, lunging at her and throwing a left hook.

She dodges, ignoring the questions coming into her ear. If they don’t send Momo they’re useless to her.

But her exhaustion is catching up to her, and she’s slow enough to get clocked by the villain’s second hit.

She heaves, struggling to get air after the metal glove hits right in her abdomen.

“Earphone Jack!” Her savior shouts from her left, running around the corner just in time to watch the villain headbutt her so hard her vision blacks out.

“Momo!” Kyouka shouts, waving her hand behind her, “He-”

The villain punches her again. She knows she has been thoroughly fucked up, but she can officially add black eyes and a broken nose to her recovery list.

She’s thrown back, head hitting the ground just as hard. The ringing in her ears sharpens, and she struggles to find the will to stand back up.

“Kyouka! Stay down!”

Shit.

The villain laughs.

“Momo, fuck! You can’t use your-” She coughs, red splattering onto the ground below her. Her body groans as she tries to push herself back up.

“DOWN!” Momo roars, grunting as she finishes her cluster gun.

“I take down your partner and you kill me so brutally. How cruel, Creati.” The villain coos, tucking his hands behind his back.

Kyouka hears the safety click off and she curses, “Momo please-”

“Go to hell.” Momo grits, firing without a second thought.

Kyouka uses what will surely be the last of her energy to lunge, shoving Momo like a child might. The smoking barrel of the gun is tossed from her hands and lands some feet away. e

In a split second, all Kyouka can feel is pain.

“What the- Kyouka why did you…”

“Oh!” The villain exclaims, “But what was it that she tried to tell you?”

Momo sits up sharply, gaze darting to the vision and his… lack of bullet wounds.

“But-”

Kyouka groans, using the angle of Momo’s torso to push herself off and rollover.

Blood gushes out of her and she mentally takes note of where she can feel the entry and exit points. lung, lung, stomach… kidney? Fuck, she can’t even tell.

She can feel the moment Momo realizes what happened. She goes still, her breath hitching sharply.

“I- Kyouka, he- You- I didn’t mean-” Her voice falters, her soft hands coming up to Kyouka’s face and smearing the blood further.

Kyouka raises her hand, pressing the seam on Momo’s suit that hides the S.O.S button.

She smiles, shaking her head ever so slightly, “‘s-ok.” Her chest heaves, vibrating with the effort it’s taking her to breathe.

Fuck, the naïve part of her expected it wouldn’t be this painful.

Maybe that means she’ll live? She had seen death before. It always looked so peaceful. She can’t leave in this state, she needs to come back for Momo. She can’t do this.

“-KYOUKA!” A loud boom snaps her back to reality. She realizes she’d been staring straight through Momo, to something she can’t see anymore.

“Bakugo and Eraserhead are here, c’mon I need to get you out of here.”

“Q-quirk... Can’t”

“No, he won’t do it again, ‘kay? Sensei is here.” Momo whispers, frantically pressing gauze into Kyouka’s chest.

Oh, right. She did say that.

“Kyouka, I’m so sorry. We’re gonna get you all fixed up, I promise. RG is waiting for you, we just gotta get you- KYOUKA! C’mon darling you need to stay with me.” Momo pats her cheek a few times.

Kyouka is having trouble figuring out why they need to be panicking.

She… she feels okay.

Maybe if she just-

“FUCKIN’ GOT HIM. MOMO LET’S MOVE.”

Who is that? Are there other people here?

“Shit, Bakugo I can’t get her to- we need a healer here. She’s… she’s not going to make it.” Someone whispers above her.

Or no, not a whisper. But it’s quiet. Where did the ringing go? There was more noise… before.

Kyouka is still staring. Momo is above her, looking over to the side. Something else she’s looking at makes noise. Some more yelling.

She feels okay.

Her chest rises, and she’s no longer on a hard surface.

There’s a man above her now, he looks worried. She’s not used to seeing this one worried. His scarf tickles her nose.

“C’mon kid, stay with me. I’ve been doing a good job keeping you guys alive. We’re not changing that now.” Aizawa says.

Oh, he’s carrying her. That’s nice.

She pushes her face into his chest, taking in the comfort of his presence. Nothing bad can happen now.

The strength in her neck falters, and she begrudgingly allows herself to fall back.

She’s looking up again, now.

Where’d Momo go? Is she okay?

She wishes she were back on the ground.

But she feels good.

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approvedtrash · 2 years ago

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Smile Pretty for Us

Booking your first modeling job was supposed to be exciting. Thrilling even that you would be going all the way to Japan for this. You’d even have all expenses paid, but the kicker was your nerves. They were getting the best of you. Your first job was going to be with Pro Heroes. You were used to regular models. No quirks or fame of that height, and you weren’t finding out who until you got there.

Your brain was trying to wrap around the fact that this particular line was to showcase versatility of formal wear with Pro Hero antics. You really just hoped that it would be Deku with his sweet charm or maybe even Earphone Jack with her fun sense of style. Boy how wrong you were when you walked in and spotted ash blonde along with red and white split hair.

Dynamight and Shoto. Up and coming new Pro Heroes who just so happen to be fan favorites and personal favorites of yours. They were arguing with each other which you saw a lot of in interviews. Dynamight claiming that they aren’t friends while Shoto asks endlessly how they aren’t best friends.

You put your bag on the chair that had your name on it. Looked around at the bustling crew. Your assigned make up artist came up to you and introduced himself. Complimenting your skin and eyes. At that time you noticed how much quieter it got and realized two extra sets of eyes were now directed at you. You weren’t sure if they’d hear you from across the room so a small wave and bright smile is how you greeted them.

Shoto being the polite one smiled and waved back while Dynamight gave a head nod while his eyes grazed over your body. If that didn’t make you extra nervous. An hour later you had your hair and make up done and were about to get into your dress. A long beautiful silver dress with a slit up your left leg. Pair with black strappy heels and a simple bracelet set. Dangling diamonds fell from your ears and a simple black choker accented your neckline. You were stunning.

“Those two aren’t going to know what to do with you when they see you,” your stylist said. His lips curling up in a sly smirk.

“I assume just what the director wants, and thank you. I’ve never felt more beautiful that I do now,” you responded.

You were walking out and asked to stand for some lighting tests. You got to know the photographer and director in this time and were relaxing a bit. Until you heard the door slamming and more yelling.

“You took my tie you bastard, it matches my suit,” Dynamight yelled as he adjusted the collar on his open button shirt.

“You don’t even like anything around your neck, I’m doing you a favor really,” Shoto responded.

The blonde just growled in his direction continuing his venture but stopping dead in his tracks when his red eyes landed on you. Taking in every breath taking morsel that he could. His eyes dilated the red almost disappeared. Shoto being right behind him ended up not stopping in time and crashed into him while fiddling with his tie. When he looked to see why his friend had stopped a sharp inhale could be heard. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped.

“Welcome gentlemen, thank you for joining. She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” The director announced.

Neither of them said anything so you took the first step.

“Hi there, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. It’s so nice to meet you both,” you said sweetly. Extending your hand out to them both and walking towards them they snapped out of the trance.

“You’re so beautiful, it’s nice to meet you. Not that you weren’t beautiful before, I just -” Shoto was stammering on when an elbow was nudged into his side.

“What the IcyHot idiot means is that you’re going to be a joy to work with and get to know,” Dynamight said.

He took your out-stretched hand and kissed the top. Making you blush while watching his pearly white canines sparkle as he smirked.

“Right, it’s already been such a pleasure to be able to work with you,” Shoto responded with. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear while his piercing eyes captured yours.

“Let’s get started!” The photographer called delighted.

A few hours had passed and between solo shots and the two of them having some promo shots together along with duos of you separately with each hero it was decided to include all three of you. You could handle this, you were a professional and they would be too. They were pros and this was your job. Why would you be nervous about being close to two incredibly attractive and powerful heroes.

“Why don’t we have you in between our two heroes, Dynamight put a hand on her hip and Shoto if you could come in close and place a hand around the neck area,” he says.

Fuck.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, this is supposed to be for fun and I can feel your heart rate increasing,” Shoto

You gulped, “It’s just a bit hot under the lights is all don’t you think?”

His right hand came up to your arm as he cooled it down and place it on your skin. Goosebumps littering your skin now as a shudder went down your spine.

“Better?” He whispered in your ear.

All you could do was nod. Dynamight couldn’t have your attention off of him for long. He moved to the side and was shielding you from the bright lights.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. His bright red eyes scanning your face for any doubt.

“Yes Dynamight, why wouldn’t I?” You responded.

He grinned and locked eyes with Shoto while he leaned in. His tongue meeting the flesh of your neck slowly and then he was blowing on the damp mark he made. You gasped and melted back into Shoto who was now holding you up.

“You respond well gorgeous, what else do you respond to?” Dynamight chuckled as he held your hip harder and lifted your leg.

“You’re going to scare her off, don’t listen to him beautiful, just keep breathing and this will come out natural,” Shoto whispered into your ear.

You let out a small groan as you felt their hands sliding on your skin. Shoto’s lips were close to your ear while Dynamight’s eyes were roaming the curve of your neck.

“Oh god! Wait, what’s happening right now,” you squrimed as your head came back to focus.

You heard some laughs and camera clicking. You looked over at the director and photographer who were smiling and looking at some shots.

“These are wonderful, if we could get a few more just candid shots I think we’ll be ready to go,” the photographer said.

The two heroes looked at each other then to you. Their brains always working at full speed while you were just trying to keep calm and not mess anything up. It was like the two were talking telepathically as they shifted hands and nods were exchanged.

“What’re you doing after this gorgeous?” Dyamight asked. His index finder going underneath your chin to lift your gaze to his.

“Probably lunch at my hotel and some rest, I came by myself so I’m going to enjoy this while I can,” you responded.

“No boyfriend or anything that came with you, to make sure you’re safe?” Shoto asked. His grip moving over your hip and his fingers digging into the flesh on your upper thigh.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, my agent booked everything for me and I’m old enough to travel by myself you know,” You huffed out.

They both smiled at that statement. Shoto’s teeth were grazing your shoulder and neck while he let out cool gusts of air to gauge your reaction. Dynamight still held your eyes as he leaned closer.

“This just made it my favorite shoot then,” he said and then leaned in more. His lips meeting yours instantly while Shoto bit down.

You were stunned but your hand went to Shoto’s thigh while the other went to Dynamight’s hair. Right at the nape of his neck. He pulled on your bottom lip as you two exchanged a few heated kisses. Then you heard the small explosion.

“What the fu-” you yelped but Shoto’s fingers caught your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“A dirty word coming out of such a pretty mouth, what are we going to do with that?” The half and half hero asked you.

You moaned and glanced around. Trying to figure out how you were pressed together between two of your favorite heroes in this predicament.

“That’s a wrap! The three of you make a wonderful team! We are going to be sure to request you for future shoots. Would you ever consider moving to Japan?” They asked.

The two had reluctantly pulled off of you giving you some space. They stayed close to you though. Listening intently to hear your answer.

“It’s been a pleasure, I’m sure it would be something I’d think about,” you explained.

After about thirty minutes of taking off the excessive make up and letting your hair down you got to change but keep the dress. A perk of working with designers that just wanted to get their name out there. You had everything ready when you heard a knock on the door. You wondered if it was the director but opening you were surprised to see the two heroes in their casual clothes.

“Oh, hi! It was great working with you both. You’re two of my favorite Japanese heroes,” you stumbled your words out.

Shoto smiled softly and said, “It was a delight to work with you and I hope that we can continue to work on future projects. You’re beautiful and talented and extremely professional.”

“It wouldn’t be the worst if I got to kiss you again either,” Dynamight added as he leaned in the doorway.

You glanced up, a red tinting your cheeks now. A huff came from Shoto as he glared at his blonde friend. The smug look on his face was enough that you could feel the temperature drop.

“I hope he wasn’t too forward, and I wasn’t either. We were told to try and get some candid shots that would sell,” Shoto explained.

“No trouble, I didn’t feel uncomfortable and I wouldn’t mind that either Dynamight,” you snipped back at him.

His hand went to lift your chin again, “Careful sweetheart, you don’t know what you’ll get yourself into, and it’s Katsuki.”

You were caught off guard by another hand turning your head towards the dual quirked hero. His lips again going to your ear to whisper, “I’d like the next one though.”

Placing a kiss on your lips you melted into his touch. Who were you to say no to your favorites.

#shoto todoroki #bakugo katsuki #todobakureader #bnha #mha #aged up characters #pro heroes #pro hero shoto #pro hero katsuki #dynamight #icy hot #flirty #model reader #my hero imagines

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