#hitoshi angst

[shiggybrainr0t]

shinsou who knows he’s not a good boyfriend. he loves you more than anything, anyone- and he thinks he always will. but he’s a bad boyfriend. he’s a pro hero, and you never fault him for that. but that means he constantly misses dates and anniversaries. whenever he comes home to your excited face he can’t help it whenever he’s out as soon as he hits the pillow. he’s not the best at communicating, and seeing you try to keep your composure whenever he does something that makes you angry makes his love for you grow. because even though he’s a horrible boyfriend- you’re the best partner he could ever imagine. when he misses the dinner he promised he’d be home for since you had a new recipe you wanted to try, he found a cat shaped sticky note taped to the table reading “I know you’re probably starving, so I left you a plate in the microwave! <3” whenever he pushes you off of him because he’s too tired too overstimulated too much, you hide the hurt and tell him you understand with a sympathetic smile. when he comes back from a rough day, you’ve seen it all on the news, you welcome him with his comfiest pajamas in your hands and gentle touches. but he sees it wearing you down. he sees the permanent furrow in your brow that was never there before. he sees that you’ve stopped waiting up for him (and even though he told you to it still hurts). he sees that this relationship can’t be saved, no matter how many heart shaped bandages you carefully place on the cracks. but he can’t bring himself to break up with you-even knowing you’ll be happier in the long run.

“babe?”

“yeah toshi-“ you freeze, mind clouded in a thick fog.

“break up with me.”

the hurt that is painted across your face once he releases you from his quirk is something he’ll never forget.

[captainshindo]

Me thinks…

BK + fem! Reader before wedding but it goes like this:

Reader’s dad is nonexistent. She doesn’t have someone to walk her down the aisle. But she has someone in mind but hesitant to ask. Reader can’t sleep at night just thinking about it for days.

Finally grew a pair to ask that person but first dinner and catch up. Reader ending their time together with the “Will you walk me down the aisle?” And possibly be my dad and listen to my bs later in life and be there for me and bk

Turns out BK hit his line up and yelled at him to talk to reader at some point cause he can’t stand his future wifey not sleeping peacefully before the big day so Aizawa casually said yes

Reader cries and poured her heart out how much Aizawa ever fathered and hope he’s chill to hold that title forever.

Aizawa doesn’t mind if at all and willing to put that to his tombstone hehe

[kitkat13001]

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“you’re joking.”

you look up at edgeshot in disbelief. he’s wearing his usual neutral expression, though he raises an eyebrow at your incredulous tone.

“excuse me?”

“i can’t work with him!” you cry, staring down at the file he’d just handed you, utterly dumbstruck. 

if he had just given you the name, you wouldn’t have spared a second glance. but there’s a photo attached, a news clipping action shot of a hero crouched atop a building in a crowded city. you instantly recognize the wild purple hair and sharp violet eyes, the trademark black outfit and mask, the wiry scarf wound loosely around his shoulders. seeing him unlocks a wave of memories, some good and some that you don’t care to relive. 

“and why not?”

you shake your head before nostalgia takes you, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“what, you know him or something?”

know him? you’re very well acquainted with hitoshi shinsou — nighthide, as printed on the file. 

when did he change that? you wonder bitterly. last you knew, he was going as mindjack (the nickname you two had picked out in u.a.). 

at least, you were acquainted, up until four years ago. you don’t think you’ve spoken a word since. 

“yeah,” you reply, shaking your head. “something like that.”

“you don’t want the assignment?” 

your heart drops at that. field work is by no means hard to come by. but particular missions offered specifically to you, and with direct media exposure? this is what launches careers in the pro-world.

it’s a pretty straightforward assignment, the kind you’d normally jump at. a good source has pinned an underground crime organization, and there’s a huge weapons shipment order to move out in a couple weeks. you’d be running reconnaissance until the bust and then hopefully catching them in act. 

a good time in the field and decent publicity? you should be jumping for joy! and you would be, if you were working with anyone else…

“can’t you put me on with kamui?” you beg. “or even takeyama!”

kamihara shakes his head. “they’re both tied up with their own missions right now. and besides, the operation works best with new blood. a prime young rookie like you paired with emerging talent like him? you should be running to an opportunity like this.”

you chew on the inside of your cheek, deep in thought and memory. after the way you left things…

“and he already agreed?”

“hm? well, i’d suppose so.”

“...and he knows he’d be working with me?”

“does it really matter?”

“yes!”

his brow pinches a little, studying you carefully. “enough with the theatrics, please. do you want the job or not? i wouldn’t have offered it if i didn’t think you could handle it.”

you puff your cheeks out, holding your breath and debating for a very long moment, but you know you’re running on thin ice now. you finally release the breath, heaving a dramatic sigh. “ugh, fine!”

edgeshot leaves you with the papers, mumbling something about your melodrama and rolling his eyes. 

you stare down at hitoshi’s picture and scowl, unease swirling in your stomach. “great.”

it’s not long before you’re face-to-face with shinsou for real this time. you’d been dreading it all morning. you had considered reaching out and texting him, but everything you typed out sounded so stupid that you’d deleted it immediately before sending. what would you even say? sorry we haven’t spoken in years, guess we’re coworkers now! you didn’t even know if he still had the same number, or if he’d know it was you. your stomach turns just thinking about it. 

you’re standing on the sidewalk outside the agency with edgeshot, his hand on your shoulder, while you wait. 

sure enough, hitoshi arrives right on time. you remember that about him, that he was annoyingly punctual. hardly early, but never late. 

“‘toshi,” you say, before you can think about it. it’s the only name you’d ever called him since high school, really. your cheeks burn and you rush to correct yourself. “i mean shinsou! nighthide.”

the names are unfamiliar on your tongue. they’re clearly just as much to him, if the way his eyes widen almost imperceptibly is any indication. 

his eyes dart away quickly and he gives a quiet greeting in response, more to your superior than to you. 

you’re only half-listening when kamihara briefly reiterates the main points of the mission as he walks you both into the building. 

hitoshi is still as a stone, so you guess it falls to you to break the ice. 

“sooo…” you lapse into uncomfortable silence, fingers tapping against your thighs as you try to think of something to say. “…nighthide, huh?”

“yeah…”

“what happened to mindjack?”

he shrugs. “PR agent suggested it was time for a rebrand.”

“mindjack is a perfectly good name!” you scoff (not to mention that you helped him come up with it). “and since when do you have a PR agent?”

“i don’t.”

you frown up at him. “you…don’t?”

“i went once. for a consultation.”

“a consultation?”

“will you stop repeating everything i say?” he quips agitatedly. 

“i’m sorry, i’m just trying to understand!” you huff, frustrated. “don’t you think it’s weird how little we know about each other now?”

“you were the one who wanted it like this,” hitoshi replies sharply, an edge to his voice that you’ve heard before — though it’s never been directed at you. “so i really don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“i’m not upset!”

he shoots you a pointed glance, and it’s not until he looks down that you realize you’re on your toes, leaning forward towards him the way you used to do when you’d bicker with him all those years ago. you two have always been sharp-tongued and quick witted, but until your split there had never been any malice behind the petty arguments. 

“i’m not upset,” you say again, but your voice carries the tone of a petulant child. 

hitoshi scoffs. anger flares up in your chest when he rolls his eyes. 

“what the hell is your problem?” you demand. 

“you know what? you haven’t changed at all—”

your bickering is silenced when edgeshot cuts in, his voice firm and commanding. 

“that’s enough!” he orders, getting between you two before you can jump at hitoshi. “if you two can’t work together like adults, this operation is terminated. you’ll both be back to the drawing board, do you understand me?”

“yes, sir,” you and shinsou grumble in unison, both refusing to make eye contact. 

he leaves you with one more cutting look, leaving you both feeling like scolded schoolchildren. 

you both stand there, sulking in silence and refusing eye contact for another series of long moments. 

“i guess we should…i should show you around. or something,” you grouse, arms crossed and head turned. 

“yeah, whatever. you’re the boss.”

there’s a mocking undertone to his voice that makes you seethe just a little, but you take off down the hallway without another word. 

you give him a brief tour of the agency before you head out for patrol. the awkward silence is eating you alive, but your stubbornness wins out. 

you walk the streets in silence for a long time, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, but it’s a nice day and there’s not a whole lot going on. the sun is out and people mingle on the street, but it’s not terribly crowded or rowdy today. 

a group of kids that passes you giggle and wave when they see you. you flash them a smile and a peace sign, watching them scamper off whispering to each other in awe. you don’t quite catch the side-eye shinsou shoots you.

“so how’s the big pro life? everything you ever dreamed of?” he asks, sarcasm tainting his tone on the second question. 

you ignore his dig and shrug. “it’s fine. lotta paperwork.”

“yeah, you run into that when you work through a big organization.”

“tch,” you scoff. “like you don’t do paperwork.”

“not nearly as much as you.”

you want to say something back, but you can't keep bickering like this if you have any hope of keeping this job. so you swallow your comeback, clench your teeth, and keep your mouth shut.

patrol passes by uneventfully, and soon enough you’re packing up to go home. you’re walking your normal path back when you notice shinsou on the sidewalk up ahead. 

“staying in the area?” you ask when your paces even out, trying not to sound too curious. 

he casts a sidelong glance at you before returning his gaze to the sidewalk ahead. “never left.”

you stop short, dumbstruck. he keeps walking. “what?”

you could’ve sworn he moved away after everything happened between you. since that night, you hadn’t seen him even in passing. not once did you ever run into him at a coffee shop or on the street. not even at hero conventions, though that made sense because he hates the press. 

hitoshi shrugs. “i never left.”

“you did!” you insist. “i’ve seen you on the news! you’ve gone as far north as hokkaido!”

“i travel a lot. for work.”

you jog to catch up, his long strides having carried him all the way to the crosswalk and left you stupefied behind. 

“how come i’ve never seen you then?”

he shrugs again. his easygoing demeanor is slowly driving you insane. “you live on the busy side of town. and i work nights.”

you huff to yourself in disbelief, crossing your arms. 

“surprised you’re walking anyway,” he continues, sounding bored. he doesn’t wait for you before crossing the street. “thought they would’ve given you a fancy company car by now.”

you don’t bother with a response lest you face an earful from edgeshot tomorrow. you know he’s just saying it to make you mad, but god is it working. had he always been this insufferable?

you vaguely remember meeting him at u.a. all those years ago, his insistence on not making friends (and how stupid you thought that was). it didn’t take you long to wear him down then, but now...?

back to strangers. it’s going to be a long couple of weeks...

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[serxinns]

Harsh words from a beloved friend

Forgotten reader au scenario

Btw this was inspired by this post right here, and the concept and AU are NOT mine. They belong to @lovelybrooke . If you want to know more about the AU and support the creator, please do. They need all the love for their hard work!

WARNING! Before you read this fic includes: violence towards the reader, bullying, infantilization towards the reader, xenophobia? (I think idk), yandere behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, and other topics that I may have forgotten that are probably triggering as well read at your own risk

A/n: whew, it's done finally. I hope you like it, everyone! Please tell me if I did represent infantilization inappropriately or not accurately in the comments. Constructive criticism is allowed. Also, if anyone can tell me what the headboard represents, it means you get your request written next!

You were lying in your bed relieved at last after barely surviving another harsh day at UA ever since the teachers and your classmates found out about you and Shigaraki's relationship for things have been going crazy and downhill, Aizawa would always have a strange expression on his face as if he was ashamed of himself and pitying you, it felt strange and discomforting like he NOW realized his actions which ticked you off a little but you brushed it pretending to be nonchalant about it

Next was your former friend Izuku, ever since he heard the news he and his gang would make constant checks on you which was very unnecessary in your opinion, izuku would purposely get in the middle of you and Neito's conversation, asking about your concerns and try to get you to spill out how you currently feel in his intention to try to be a better friend again by comforting you in his imagination to your luck tho Neito would shoo him off before he could even continue and quickly drag you away which you thanked him for.

But Bakugo and his friends were the worst. If not worse hell. Every time you walk into the class, they start to give you piercing glares as if they intentionally want to make you tense up. Their words have been becoming harsher during training but you tried to ignore them until they started using physical threats under a ruse as "jokes" Honestly you were scared for your safety so you tried to avoid them as much as possible, begging either Neito or Shinso to assist you while dismissing their questions or concerns, not even thinking what could happen if you were to ever run into them alone

Whenever you are, you repeatedly check your surroundings, making sure nobody is following you, making sure the coast is clear enough to make a run for it in your dorms and locking it.

You were beginning to be more skittish and more anxious about your surroundings always getting started by every single touch on the shoulder or when your friends tried to get your attention, whenever they asked about your sudden behavior you quickly pushed it to the side or made excuses

One day you decided to eat lunch with Tamaki since Hitoshi and Neito were busy with training and stuff, the two of you didn't talk much when eating together but you were comfortable with his presence enough to make some small talk here or there then continued eating, as you were enjoying your lunch Tamaki spoke something out the blue "y/n..are you ok?" You stopped eating and looked up at him "Of course I am why wouldn't I be" Tamaki hesitated a bit but he continued "Y-you're acting all skittish all of a sudden whenever we talk you feel like someone or something is watching you please I'm your friend you can tell me anything-" "I'm fine Tamaki I promise you dont need to be asking me" Tamaki was taken aback at your quick response you noticed his guilty expression and took a deep breath

"I-I'm sorry I'm just stressed from all the tests and stuff you know hero stuff can be stressful" A chuckle left your mouth as you took another bite "Oh alright if you say so but if anything bothers you dont be afraid to c-come to me alright" you sighed in relief happy that Tamaki believed you so the Two if you continued with your lunch hang out

But that was so far from the truth

Tamaki knows when something is wrong especially when it comes to the people he cares deeply about, for example, he knows when Mirio is faking a smile or when he senses Neijire feeling uncomfortable or how Kirishima tries to stay determined even tho he can hear the slight tremble and stutter in his voice, and this time he now sees it more Cleary as he sees you slowly taking a bite out your food sweating in fear and your fingers twitch a bit it's so clear that you're nervous about something so why not tell him?

He swore to this day that he'd find out about whoever is causing you this, and he would protect you from them; for now, he just needs to keep a close eye on you from a distance...

When the two of you finished lunch, Tamaki offered to walk you to the class which you accepted as two if you walked towards your class in a comfortable silent, as you made it to the door you waved farewell to Tamaki and made it to your seat

As the class carried on and everyone was writing down notes for the next test, you couldn't help but feel some glares in you. Of course, you knew who they were, but you felt a particular glare, a glare that made your spine curl up. You wanted to ignore the feeling, but it just wouldn't go away, curious but scared you grabbed a mirror/glasses (just any object that fits with a mirror) faced towards you, and slowly rotated it to see a reflection of a couple of your classmates

It seemed fine everyone was either focused on their notes reading or doing whatever until it hit Kirishima... you jumped when his eyes were staring directly at the back of your head intensely his teeth almost showing as if he was gonna rip you apart after class, your heart rate was now increasing you tried to steady your breathing to cover up the fear and confusion, why was he looking at you like..wait of course you know why but why does it feel like he's gonna do something to me...

You looked around to see something or someone to save you from this situation until you remember you do not have anyone in this class to rely on and Neito and Shinso were extra busy, as the class bell rang everyone got up to their seats including Kirishima he began slowly walking towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes you stood still shaking a bit in your seat trying your best to avoid contact he was inches away from your desk

As he was about to take another step, a sickly sweet voice came out of the blue and blocked your view between Kirishima and you. "Why don't we go to the library for tutoring? We haven't done it in a while, plus I'll help you improve!" You looked up that the black ponytail girl momo was it? The two of you would do tutoring together at the beginning when she began to "forget" them and just stop hosting and inviting you all together

You didn't like her sessions at all now that you remember she would always treat you like some sort of baby early on as if she was holding an animal picture book and pointing out all the animals and mimicking the noises you were so glad Kendo and teru eventually teached you

But it seemed like you didn't have a choice, but you would rather go with a ponytail than wanna know that guard dog would do; all you had to do was zone out of Momo's lessons and wait until it got dark to make an excuse to meet up with Kendo, perfect plan right?

The library would've been peacefully quiet if it weren't for Momo constantly getting your attention to look at some words that you already knew and then talk to you slowly so you could "understand" better you muster up a smile at best to reassure her that you were listening when in your mind you wanted to leave as fast as possible and meet up with Kendo

As the clock finally gave you mercy and struck 5pm, you hurriedly made an excuse to end today's session. "Oh man, momo, I think the tutoring session is up. Gotta leave!" You quickly got up, pulled in the chairs, and were about to walk out. "So soon? We just got started! Plus, I can do 2 more hours-" "Oh I would love to but I'm meeting up with Kendo and I don't wanna be a bad friend and ditch her" You didn't see Momo's cheery expression fall as you were too busy packing up and heading out the library "I'll see ya later!" You bid her as the door slammed shut the library became quiet once again with only the ponytail girl's blood boiling trying to keep her cool with a tight lip smile as she waved

You pull out your phone quickly texting her that you are coming which she replies with a smiley face emoji you chuckle texting her some memes and pictures as the two of you are spamming each other's memes back and forth you don't notice how much trouble you'll be in

As you accidentally bump into someone, you quickly backed away for a split second and apologized. You took your eyes out of your phone for a second to see who you bumped into to give them a proper apology and saw..

Oh no...

Kirishima

"You.." you mentally cussed as you backed away from him cautiously. "Oh uh hey-" "Don't 'hey' me, you traitor, you, Mole!" His anger was building up as he stomped towards you and pushed you on the ground; you could barely comprehend what the hell he was talking about and why he pushed you. "What-" "You sympathizer, you traitor. I don't even know how a villain like you could still be in this school!" His words are full of venom" "I know we were a bit harsh to you, but outing us out to the most dangerous fucking villain?! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"I didn't know he was a villain nor did I know his name!? It's not like I knew he played video games!" "Again with these weak excuses, it was so obvious he was Shigaraki!" "Maybe I would've known I had friends and not be bullied by some blonde brute and his lapdogs!" Kirishima turned to you now with a more angry expression as if he was offended without a moment he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and lifted you to his level

"You have no right to call us that when you're a simple Mole to a dangerous villain who is trying to kill us all!" He molded his other hand into a fist and reeled it back you bit his hand as hard as you could to make him let go but he bit his tongue and endured the pain even when his hand drew blood

As he was about to land a punch, a sudden tentacle came shooting out of nowhere toward Kirishima's free hand restraining it "Kirishima" The red hair froze at the familiarity of who that voice was, he slowly turned to see where the voice came from and only stopped mid way when he saw the indigo hair male, Tamaki his eyes glared at Kirishima in disappointment and betrayal, Kirishima quickly dropped you as you landed with a harsh thud, rude.

"T-Tamaki senpai!!, it's not what it is-" "insulting your classmate and was about to punch them? Yeah, seems how it exactly is." his words were cut off as he walked past him and toward you, gently helping you up and getting on your feet. "Are you okay? He didn't leave any bruises or marks on you, did he?" You shook your head, still in shock about Tamakis sudden behavior, as Kirishima's anger grew at the sight of the person he grew respect for that he looked up to! Is defending you?! He couldn't stand it

"Why are you defending them you don't know how much danger they put us through!" As Tamaki looked back at the boy with a serious expression," And, do you think bullying and degrading them is any better? This isn't something a hero should do, Kirishima. Have you ever thought about what they feel about it or if they intentionally wanted to?" Kirishima paused for a moment and didn't utter anything, only just avoiding his gaze. "I thought you were better than this, Kirishima; what happened to you being the "manliest hero in the hero alliance?" Was that all a ruse?" "N-no tamaki senpai it no-"

"I don't want you anywhere near me or them I don't respect someone who bullies others"

Those words shattered Kirishima as he looked in disbelief. His thoughts became a blur as he saw his mentor, his friend, leaving with his hands protectively around you, getting far away from him... was he the problem all this time?

Was he actually a lapdog?..

...

"Thanks back there you didn't have to." He stopped at his track and smiled. "No, It's fine. You weren't in the wrong anyway he was. Don't feel guilty for something you did that wasn't in your control." You looked up at him, surprised."You're not mad at me? even when I became a...mole?" That's when Tamaki embraced you with a warm hug "Of course not, even when you make a dangerous mistake like that it was the villain's fault for trying to get in your head and manipulate you but you stood strong and made the right choice by informing the teachers therefore you're not a traitor nor a Mole in my perspective"

Your eyes brimmed with tears with his words, "Thank you, thank you," as you hugged him back a little tighter. Was your luck finally turning around? Maybe not, but slowly, but at least you had more people who didn't see you as a nuisance, a child, or any traitor. It felt nice that you were treated as a human being Even if it was temporary.

A sudden buzz on your phone caught your attention, and it was still snuggled in your pocket. As you pick it up, you see a bunch of missed calls and messages from Shinso, Neito, and Kendo, all spamming concerns about your safety or if they needed to come. "Oh shit! I gotta run my friends are worried for me and Tamaki thank you I'm sure you're gonna be a great hero one day as you gave him one last hug before running off looking for you're friends before they hunt someone down to find you

Timeskip

The next day was a regular day as usual you went into class avoided everyone as possible (mostly Izuku and his gang) sat down at the back of the class and started the school day as you were doodling down stuff you noticed how dull and quiet Kirishima became when he usually would go to mina as they chat each other's ears off all-day but instead he stayed where he was and just looked down at his desk mina came over looking concern for him

"Hey Kirishima you ok man" The bubbly teen hit him on his shoulder playfully but he all did was look at her, nod, and go back to what he was doing which made the hair girl awkward and murmur an "ok" and sat back down when the teacher came in to start the lesson

Even at training, Kirishima didn't utter a single word to you or his friends. Even when they were teasing you, he just looked away. "Hehe, yeah, they're so weak, right? Kirishima, cmon say something!" His other friend Denki kept pressuring him poking his shoulder and urging him to speak but all smack his hand away and walked back leaving his friends in shock and disappointment

Even at lunch, he wasn't even interacting with anyone, just playing with his food as he barely ate. Everyone sat in silence and stared at him until his best friend finally spoke up, "The hell is up with your shitty hair?" He was then ignored as the red hair kept poking with his food staring down at it, making the blonde more irritated. He snatched his tray away and put it far from the table "Are you ignoring me?" Kirishima finally looked up at him with an annoyed expression "I just said millions of times I'm fine blasty so can I please have my food back" bakugo slammed his hand down hard infront of him

"Like hell you are! You've been acting quiet for the whole damn day! And It's getting pretty damn annoying, so spit it out. God damnit, I'm tired of this childish shit" "Kacchan chillout, . Don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" Denki butted him, trying to de-escalate the situation "he's right. What if he's having a bad day today? Or recently but he's right Kirishima we're all worried for you so please stop ignoring us and tell us" Everyone at the table joined him questioning and pressuring him to speak

He covered his ears not wanting to hear more without glancing a final Time at Tamaki and you talking and smiling at each other laughing tears began to brim his eyes as he got up from his seat and quickly ran out leaving his group and even Katsuki speechless

As he made it to the bathroom, he locked himself in there and took a deep breath. He then lifted his head and stared at the mirror, his reflection. "Why, just why did he have to go side with them fuck.." tears slide across his cheeks and fall through the sink he wanted to be angry at you so bad wanted to pin the blame on you or something to make him feel like he was in the right but the memories the flashbacks of how he and his friends mistreated you keep flooding back into his mind making him frustrated and yet gulity..?

Is he feeling guilty? For himself, no... for you, but how?! You're supposed to be the bad guy, not him. Why is he feeling remorse for you out of all people? Why does he suddenly feel like he wants to go on your knees and apologize it was supposed to be the opposite it's such a headache honestly and he couldn't make it stop he wants to stop thinking altogether

A knock at the door startled him and snapped him out of his thoughts. "Uh hey, is the bathroom available he stared at the door for a moment until he spoke up, clearing his throat, "Uh yeah, sorry! I'll unlock it!"

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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

[lakesidepurple]

mha memes but some of them are really sad part 3!!!!!

part 2 part 1 part 4

[frickingnerd]

shinsou finding his s/o's suicide note

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

summary: shinsou stumbles across your suicide note...

tags: suicidal & depressed reader, angst to wholesome fluff, hurt/comfort, sensitive!shinsou, tiny bit of argument & resolution

“what is this…?”

you almost had a heart attack when you entered your dorm room, only to find your boyfriend holding up a letter you wish he had never seen.

“were you going through my stuff–!?”

you couldn't help but get defensive. you were panicking and you ended up lashing out on shinsou, while he remained calm.

“i thought it was part of the papers for your homework. i'll apologize all you want, but i need to know… you didn't plan to kill yourself… did you?”

there was a long silence. slowly, you stepped forward, taking the letter out of shinsou's hands. he didn't try to stop you. he just watched, as you tried to find the right words to deal with this situation.

“i… i haven't been feeling well recently” you quietly admit. “it's never been this bad. i can't even get out of bed in the morning and i just thought that maybe–”

suddenly, you felt shinsou's arms wrap around you. he pulled you into a tight hug, clearly not willing to let go of you anytime soon.

“i'm sorry… you should've been able to tell me, but i wasn't there for you. i promise, that i'll always be there to help you. but please, don't make this mistake…”

you couldn't help but tear up at shinsou's words. whether it was guilt, sadness, frustration or embarrassment – one of those emotions led you to tearing up in your boyfriend's arms.

“i… i'm sorry…” you quietly sob.

“i'm not mad at you…” shinsou assured you. “just please, talk to me before you do anything stupid. if it's too much for you to deal with, i'll help you carry your burden! i love you so much, alright? don't ever forget that!”

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ not your aphrodite

fame!au shinso x gn!reader; angst no comfort

based on goddess by laufey

a/n: shinso and y/n are both music artists in this!

mha m.list | gen m.list

you were surprised to meet shinso at your concert.

you'd heard of his band before - well, heard was an understatement. they'd only released one album, but their popularity was already through the roof. you even had a copy of their album. and to have them attend your concert? you were more excited than you would admit.

when you met him, you were immediately taken by his purple hair, the way he ran his fingers through the messy locks. shinso was a lot more reserved than the rest of his bandmates, but you didn't miss the sparkle in his eyes when he asked you for a photo.

it wasn't long before he asked you on a date.

he'd picked an expensive restaurant, one you'd been to before. he picked you up outside your house, and you found yourself really enjoying yourself.

it was perfect.

except for the paparazzi.

you put down some money for the bill and tug on shinso's arm.

"come on, they'll find us. there's a back door we can use."

you run, and run, until you've shaken off the reporters.

breathless, the two of you hide in an alleyway, trying to stay silent as you hear the frantic yelling of fans.

"where did they go?"

"they can't have just disappeared..."

you catch shinso's eye, and you both stifle a laugh.

you share your first kiss in that alleyway that night.

you'd written it off as an accident the first few times. shinso was new to fame. but as months pass by, you notice that the paparazzi followed to the two of you everywhere. especially on dates.

you try not to think too much of it.

but then there was that day you spent the night at shinso's apartment.

"morning," you yawn, as you make your way into shinso's kitchen.

there's a hint of surprise in his expression, but its gone before you can question it.

"morning," he replies, turning away from you. "get yourself ready. i planned breakfast at the café around the corner."

it was a busy place, with lots of customers on the daily. you keep a tight hold on shinso's arm, half afraid of the paparazzi.

and for a while, you think you're fine. until that blonde girl in the booth behind you recognises you, and her boyfriend recognises shinso, and all hell breaks loose.

you're finally back in shinso's apartment, and you're more than a little pissed. you turn to him angrily.

"why are they always there-"

"why do you keep running-"

you both start speaking at the same time.

"what?" you ask.

"why are we always running? why can't we just stay there, and let them take photos?"

you're too startled to speak.

"it's almost like you don't want them to know about us."

"that's not it! i don't mind them knowing about us, i just want to spend more time with you without having to worry about whether we're going to be on the news tomorrow morning, or if they're going to make up another scandal."

"isn't that the point of fame, though?"

you're taken aback.

"why did you even become an artist if you don't want to put up with the fans?"

"i do love my fans, i just-"

"you know, you're not all that," shinso sneers. "maybe your music is good, but you're not the perfect angel everyone thinks you are. i thought i was dating a goddess, but it's all just glamour."

you can't even respond. you try desperately to swallow the lump in your throat, to blink back the tears threatening to spill.

"so you were with me for my fame?" your voice is little more than a broken whisper.

"i thought you were a star." shinso's back is facing you now. "i guess you're not the same y/n i see on stage."

heartbroken, you leave shinso's apartment without even a goodbye.

the cameras catch you on your way out.

tears prick your eyes as you laugh bitterly, seeing the new headlines on the news.

y/n l/n caught leaving shinso's apartment in tears.

of course, it was silly old you, thinking he loved you for you. that maybe he saw past the charm, the façade you put on for your fans.

well, now he knew.

you're no goddess when you're alone.

[slayfics]

Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

1.2k words

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

[captainshindo]

weak y/n? Healing quirk y/n? Quirkless y/n?

Naaah

Thinking bout reader with Erza type quirk (aka Requip) or Mirajane type quirk(aka Take Over) :0

She clearly dominates Class 1A and beats everyone in a fight with no “I’m not strong enough” or “got to catch up with everyone else” bullshit, shes THE shit and the realest mf out there <3

She was also close to beating Aizawa during training and that made everyone crazy for her while Bakugou crashing out on the sidelines.

[kitkat13001]

✦ — 2. black sheep

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-> hitoshi shinsou x pro-hero!reader

✮ with you and hitoshi constantly at each other’s throats, this mission is seeming more and more impossible. will a break in the case make things better or worse. . ? ✮ tracklist: black sheep - brie larson and metric, complicated - avril lavigne, snap out of it - arctic monkeys, transparent soul - willow smith, taking what’s not yours - tv girl

it takes some time for you and shinsou to settle into a half-decent routine. it’s rocky at first, both of you struggling to gauge being in such close quarters after being apart for so long. 

it’s weird. it normally takes you a while to get accustomed to working with others. you’ve always struggled to adjust to a teammate, and you’d never been able to keep a sidekick. 

your quirk is better suited for combat versus support, so you’re often sent out on your own. that combined with your headstrong personality makes you an easy standalone, so aside from working with your fellow lurkers, you don’t work in teams a whole lot. 

still, with your career riding on this operation, and edgeshot keeping a close eye on you, you try to make an effort to be civil. but it’s hard. you and hitoshi have always been polar opposites, but where that used to be strength has now turned to nuisance. 

patrol, paperwork, recon, debrief, report. awkward silence, meaningless small talk, avoidant glances. sarcastic comments, clenched teeth, childlike bickering. you spend the next few days in these strange spirals. 

it takes some adjusting, and you find yourselves butting heads frequently, but you’re surprised by how quickly you both seem to fall back in together. time (and a lot of other things) has warped your relationship, but there’s muscle memory underneath it all. 

the shift gives you whiplash. you walk and you argue. you sit in silence in the office. but a villain comes along, some low-threat thug on the street, and taking him down is effortless. you and hitoshi seem to work in seamless tandem. 

you notice things the longer you work with shinsou. 

he always walks just slightly behind you. he usually doesn’t speak first. on patrol, he moves when you move, like magnets. 

he always eats at his desk and then disappears, presumably for a smoke break on the roof. he always waits until the last minute to turn in his mission reports, but he never files them late. he takes his coffee black, which normally you would assume he only does to seem cool — except that you know he’s drank it like that since high school. 

he catches you staring exactly once. you’re both on a roof during a recon run, leaning against the railing. he’s gazing down at the city and you’re deep in thought, studying his side profile. 

four years seems like a long time, but he actually doesn’t look too different. he’s a little taller (or just standing more straight now?), and he’s got a couple new scars. his hair is longer. 

you’ve seen him occasionally on the news, of course, but only briefly. he hates the press, never takes interviews or public missions if he can help it. photos of him are rare, and usually blurry candids taken from afar. nothing like seeing him up close, anyway.

“do i have something on my face or what?”

your cheeks heat up when he glances at you in his peripheral, but you hold his gaze and squint. “you have such rbf it’s insane.”

hitoshi stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“this is why nobody wants to work with you, huh?”

you make an indignant noise, shooting him a cutting glance. you wish you had a good comeback but it’s the truth. you can’t keep a sidekick or partner to save your life. 

“whatever.”

he laughs dryly, satisfied with your lack of response. smug bastard. 

you both return to the increasingly familiar silence, watchful eyes focused below. 

the weapons shipment is set to go down at the end of the month, according to kamihara’s contact. until then, you and shinsou are supposed to be collecting evidence and keeping an eye on known operatives — though it’s really glorified busywork. 

you heave an irritated sigh. “i hate this reconnaissance crap,” you huff, kicking at a pebble on the ground. “i feel like such a loser just waiting around.”

“has anyone ever told you you’re way too impulsive for your own good?”

you click your tongue. “yeah. you, about a million times. and edgeshot, pretty much daily. kamui, too. not takeyama, though, ‘cause she’s the exact same.”

“dream team,” he replies loftily. 

you peer at him through the corner of your eye and he’s got some faraway look in his eye. 

“you keep in touch with anyone else from school? i haven’t seen you in many team-ups.”

he raises one eyebrow with a half-smirk. “you keeping tabs on me?”

you snort. “huh! you wish.”

“kaminari and i talk sometimes. if i’m in the area we’ll patrol together. once in a while monoma and i get paired up if i feel like traveling.” he shrugs, tugging lightly on his capture scarf. “i like working alone. easier that way.”

“i’m gathering that. you know, i…” you trail off, realizing that he’s not listening. you scowl, ready to say something about it until you see the way he’s laser-focused on the scene below. you peer over the ledge, watching as a suspicious-looking figure slips out of the building below and slinks off. 

shinsou hops the railing, rappelling down the building in pursuit with you right on his tail. you two keep a good distance as you trail the presumed villain, ducking behind a pile of empty crates. 

you peer out, trying to see where he’s headed, but he’s looking right at you and takes off at the sight. 

you curse, sprinting after him as he runs across the street and shoves through the crowded square. shinsou peels left, climbing up to run parallel to you along the rooftops.

the villain clambers through the crowd but he’s hard to miss with all the people he’s shoving over screaming. you cut through the crowd, in hot pursuit, shouting for people to clear away. 

someone to your right screams and dives away as a large red disc sails right at them. sirens ring out and the crowd begins to disperse as law enforcement aids evacuation. you keep running, dodging more of those sharp discs the villain sends at you. you’re agile, but the constant dodge slows you down. 

where the hell did hitoshi go? you wonder. you can’t let this guy get away…

you duck another disc, sprinting to catch up when you see hitoshi drop down on the opposite end of the street. cornered, the villain rears back for another vault of discs, this time headed right for shinsou. your body reacts quicker than your mind and you dive forward to deflect them. the tendrils of hitoshi’s capture scarf dart over your head as you block the disc, and the villain shouts as he’s swiftly detained. 

you get to your feet, brushing yourself off as hitoshi steps forward, standing over the villain. “you all done there?”

“ha!” he spits back, “not a—” he stops, face and mind going blank as shinsou’s brainwashing takes hold. 

“alright, enough. get up and walk,” shinsou commands, watching with smug satisfaction as the villain obeys immediately. 

he’s stronger, you think to yourself, awed more than you care to admit by hitoshi’s power. his compulsion was so strong you almost felt like obeying him yourself, even though he hadn’t directed the command at you. you and him trail behind as the villain ambles toward the police officers that have collected around the square’s perimeter. 

“that was some move,” you whistle lowly, trying to sound nonchalant with the compliment. shinsou doesn’t turn his head. 

you think he’s just trying to focus on keeping the guy under control, but then he huffs a little under his breath. “thanks for almost letting him get away.”

the nerve! you think, offended once you get over the shock of his backhand. “thanks for ditching me back there!” you retort, skin prickling and hair on end. “you would’ve got skewered back there if it wasn’t for me!”

“i would’ve been fine!” he scowls, turning away to unravel the stupefied villain and hand him over to the authorities for detainment. “i just don’t see how this entire operation is even a two-person job, that’s all.”

by now you’re practically boiling over with frustration. “you know what, ‘toshi? i didn’t ask to be partnered with you, okay? let’s just get through this stupid mission and then we can go back to never talking again.”

he studies you for a long time with an exasperated expression, before finally asking, “that’s really what you want?”

you don’t really know how to answer that, so you just frown. “i…well, yeah, i guess.” 

isn’t that what he wants? from all this attitude, it’s clear he wants nothing to do with you. 

“fine, whatever. thanks for the save.”

you can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not this time, and you don’t know even know which is worse. you just stand there, smarting and feeling incredibly stupid. 

“i hate him!” 

mt. lady looks up when you slam your locker door, collapsing onto the bench in front of you. she gives a half-smile. “that bad?”

“i’m going to wring his neck if i have to be in the same room as him again in the next twenty-four hours,” you reply with a deadpan expression. 

“well, good thing you’re done for the day, no?” she gestures to where you’re changing out of your hero costume into your casual clothes. 

you stifle a loud groan into your balled-up shirt. you heave a sigh when you come up for air, the very picture of absolute misery. “no. we gotta be there for the interrogation. we think he’s involved in the syndicate we’re tracking right now.”

takeyama blinks, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “good lord. well, don’t strangle him too hard! he’s too pretty to kill, you know?”

oh, you know. but that’s the least of your problems right about now, so you just wave her off and take another moment to collect yourself before you have to go back. 

you make your way to the lower levels and find hitoshi leaning against the wall outside a detainment room. his head is ducked to avoid eye contact and you don’t bother to greet him. you peer through the one-sided glass and find the same villain from earlier cuffed to the table, absolutely seething. detective tsukauchi is seated across from him, looking equally vexed. 

must be serious if he’s here. you’ve worked under kamihara on cases with him, and you know he’s one of the best at what he does. 

you watch as tsukauchi gets up from the table and exits the room, meeting you and shinsou outside. 

“afternoon,” he greets you both politely with your hero names and a nod. “apologies for dragging out your duties, but it seems he won’t talk. we’re suspecting he’s not much more than a grunt, but it does seem that he knows something, particularly pertaining to the shipment i understand you two are tracking.”

“if he does, i’ll get it out of him,” shinsou assures him. tsukauchi nods, moving aside to let him through. 

you trail behind as he adjusts his modulator mask, striding into the room and calling out with tsukauchi’s voice. 

“ready to talk now?”

“yeah, right! you’re gonna hafta bring in that mind-control freak ba—”

he stops short in the middle of his sentence, his face going slack and eyes turning white. you almost wanna laugh. 

“aww, careful now,” hitoshi replies, back to his normal voice and sarcastic tone. “you might hurt my feelings. not the sharpest tool in the shed, y’know, falling for this twice.”

he slides into the chair opposite the villain and you perch on the table, waiting. 

“talk.”

a shiver runs down your spine when you feel the wave of cold control that passes through the room. 

the man speaks like he’s in a daze, slow and robotic. “my name is hiroto kaori. i’m thirty-six. i live on—”

hitoshi pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s warding off a headache. “about the weapons shipment, the organization you work with. what do you know?”

“a huge order of illegal firearms and other weapons is supposed to be imported for the syndicate.”

“where? when?”

“a week from tomorrow. i don’t know where.”

your heart jumps a little. “a week from tomorrow?” you ask before you can stop yourself. “the briefing said it’s not supposed to be for another three weeks!”

“why did it change?” shinsou asks, brows creased. 

“i don’t know.”

you curse, sliding off the table to pace the room. 

shinsou turns to you. “think your boss has a bad contact?”

you shake your head. “kamihara wouldn’t send us in without being sure. maybe they found out somehow? changed it up hoping we’d be too late to catch them…”

“maybe,” he murmurs, before turning back to the villain who’s still sitting placidly. “what else do you know?”

“that’s all.”

hitoshi sighs, standing up with a huff. the villain blinks slowly, bewildered as the control wears off. you and hitoshi file out as he begins to shout profanities after you until the guards inside subdue him. 

“a week…” you huff in disbelief. that’s much sooner than you expected. “and they’ll probably be expecting us now if they find out we’ve got this guy.”

hitoshi is quiet for a while before responding. “not necessarily. they think they’re ahead but there’s still a chance to catch them by surprise.”

“we don’t even know if it’s the same location,” you reply despondently, sliding down the wall you were leaning on until you’re on the floor. you stifle a long groan into your palms. “the fucking report on this is going to be a nightmare. and we’re probably going to have to stakeout, that’s going to be great.”

you keep rambling on, so caught up with the nightmare unfolding in your mind that you’ve half-forgotten shinsou standing right in front of you. 

you look up, almost surprised. “what?”

he’s looking at you strangely, some odd expression on his face. like he wants to say something. four years ago, you would’ve been able to tell what it was without a problem. now you just wait.

hitoshi shifts, visibly uncomfortable. “i’m…sorry about earlier,” he mumbles, voice strained like it’s physically paining him to admit this. “i…i shouldn’t have said those things. after agreeing to do this mission with you, and now…maybe i shouldn’t have said…”

you resist the urge to squirm under his intense gaze. he’s always had eyes that seem to look right through you, almost boring into your soul.

“um, thanks…? i guess…”

he nods resolutely, more to himself than to you. he makes a face. “and after all the hassle it took to take this mission. tch. maybe it’s a good thing it’ll be over quicker.”

his words puzzle you, and your stomach dips as he turns to leave. you get up quickly, trying to make sense of it. 

“‘toshi, wait!” you reach for his hand to stop him before he disappears. “did you…i thought you were assigned to this?”

he looks at your hand on his wrist, cheeks reddening. you quickly drop your hand, embarrassed. 

“i was offered. but i thought…” he trails off, shaking head again. “it doesn’t matter what i thought. i just wanted to apologize for being an ass is all. so i’ll stay out of your way and this whole mess will be over soon.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to respond (not that you think you could’ve come up with anything to say anyway) before he’s stalking off down the hallway, leaving you with hot cheeks and a pit in your stomach. 

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includes: hitoshi shinso

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a/n: ermie reader and toshi are third years in this.. hope u like >:) lowk giving toshi and aizawa the same trauma

you walked side by side with hitoshi, your hands wrapped around his tense arm. the setting sun making the walk’s atmosphere romantic if it weren’t for your nerves brewing a storm of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. 

the two of you were assisting with a semi-big case through your work studies with edgeshot. you were both briefed on the dangers of the mission and were told you could opt out, but the heroes had asked for the two of you to help. the two of you had decided to take on the case, due to the two of you only being a few months away from graduating. and after graduation you would be doing cases like these all the time, so why not get some experience when you can?

your face lit up as you realized where hitoshi was leading the two of you. the both of you approached the park bench where you first spoke to him. it was a small park near UA, only a few blocks to walk.

you were walking to school when you saw hitoshi feeding a stray cat, the cat content with sitting in his lap as it munched. you recognized him from when he fought midoriya at the sports festival, and you’d heard aizawa was training him to be able to transfer into class A.

from the moment you sat down next to him, hitoshi wouldn’t stop thinking of you, often getting himself tangled in his capture scarf during his training, much to aizawa’s dissatisfaction. you began to regularly leave early for school in hopes of finding him at the park, and more often than not you did. 

when the dorms were enforced, you continued to wake up early, going for the short walk to the park to find hitoshi, in his casual clothes, feeding the stray the two of you decided to name “sugar” due to her white coat.

and then hitoshi was admitted into class A for second year and the two of you became closer. you were the first classmate he called his friend, and unknown to you, he acknowledged you as his friend long before.

and sometime between second year’s start and now the two of you had entered a relationship, working alongside each other both in training and at your shared work study.

you sat with hitoshi on the sacred park bench, the tension leaving your body as you take in the familiar scene. the rosy hues of the transitioning sky blanketing the world in a pink hue. 

“we haven’t been here in a while, i thought it could calm our nerves for tomorrow,” hitoshi says as you interlink your hand with his, his lavender eyes peering down at you. 

“well you thought right, i’m much calmer than i was before,” you state, your lips quirking up into a grin and hitoshi returns it with his shy smile. “c’mon toshi.. I can’t still be flustering you like this,”

“you very much can, actually.” he mutters as his head dips to your shoulder, hiding his flushed face in your skin. you laughed at his actions, his heart stuttering at the sound. 

“when are you gonna admit you’re in love with me, hm? only plausible explanation for this shyness to still be around,” you tease, laughing as he scoffs into the skin of your neck. 

“when the time is right, i will.” he murmurs, his free hand moving to play with the ends of your hair as he leans his cheek against your shoulder. 

“well you’ve gotta do it here, this is our spot.” you say, this exact spot was where you’d really met hitoshi, where he’d asked you to be his girlfriend. it was your spot.

panic filled hitoshi as your mangled body laid only a few feet in front of that same park bench. the mission had gone wrong. hitoshi tried to piece together the pieces of knowledge he could muster from his cloudy head. the villain you guys were trying to take down had struck you midair, launching you all the way to your park. 

you gasped for breath as the gash across your torso seeped blood. your right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, the sight unnerving. your left hand shakily moved to your stomach, feeling the warm substance spilling from the wound. you winced as it grazed over the injury. 

you let your head drop, but before it could hit the ground hitoshi’s hand was cradling it. he pulled you to him, holding you in his own shaking arms. your hazy eyes could just make out his messy, violet hair and his pinched brows.

“toshi..” you gasped, your chest heaving as you fought for breath. his eyes darted from your gushing wound to your eyes, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek.

“yeah, yeah, im here,” he whispers, his lips curving into an uneasy smile. “what do you need?”

“just..” you’re cut off by a cough, one where you can taste the metallic taste of blood in the back of your throat. “just.. you,” you whisper. you feel your eyes drooping, and your vision gets hazier, but you force them open, for hitoshi.

“i alerted UA, they're gonna come get you, okay? and you’ll be fine..” he whispers, his eyes glossing over. he knows you two are a good ten minutes away from the school by foot, and you were already seriously injured before you were knocked across the sky.

“hitoshi..” you murmur, your left hand moves from your blood-soaked uniform to cup hitoshi’s against your cheek. the dark red substance stains his hand. “you’ll..” a wheeze. “be okay.. right?”

hitoshi’s eyebrows furrow, his hold you growing tighter. “yes, i’ll be fine, y/n, and so will you, okay? just hang on,” his voice falters, his tone growing more and more panicked. 

you inhaled sharply, your breaths becoming more and more ragged. your lungs burned, your insides screamed at the pain echoing through your torso. they weren’t going to get here in time.

“toshi..” you murmur, your hand moving from his to cup his cheek, his face now stained in your blood as a tear drops down his cheek. “i’ve.. gotta go, okay?”

“no.. no no you can’t, you can’t. you were supposed to be the one..” you feel his chest rise and fall against your side, your own chest struggling to do so. 

“i love you..” you whispered, your lips quivering in a blissful smile as the pain finally dissipated. hitoshi tugged you closer to him, his body almost enveloping yours. “i love you, y/n.” he whispers into your hair, his tears falling freely as he feels your body stop. he feels the life leave you.

after a few minutes he hears the heroes from UA rushing toward him, aizawa at the head of the pack before they all stop a few feet away.

“she’s gone, mr. aizawa..”

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You Flinch During an Argument -Shinso Hitoshi

A/n: meow <3

Oh wait I think this is actually my first finished thing for Shinso. Am I doing him right?? Idk T^T

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // Wc: 1,594 // second person

Warnings!: arguing, accidentally breaking a promise, flinching, and a little bit of crying.

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

Horror ate away at Shinso's conscience as he looked down at you in shock.

You, his beloved y/n who stuck with him through these difficult seven months of a new relationship. His one and only supporter, his first love, his best friend, and his partner.

He had promised you that he would never use his quirk on you unless it was related to training.

He promised, and he belived it too. He knew that he would never take control of your goregous mind.

And so why? Why did he let himself be so weak. So.. so out of control?

It was all a blur. He hadn't even realized that he activated his quirk that he despised so much. One second you were shouting at one another, and the next you were completely still, eyes holding no sign of their usual spark. That spark that was always present, the spark that he grew to adore.

He continued to yell though, not yet noticing that you weren't yourself.

"Why can't you tell that I did nothing! She grabbed my arm and I ignored her! I walked away without sparing her a glance- y/n she means nothing! You're the only one that I could ever possibly be interested in! So why are you being so stubborn!? Just- just stop!"

At his command you simply dropped the arms that were folded against your chest, going completely still.

That was when he realized that you weren't in your right mind- that it seemed like you were being controlled.

The realization broke his heart as he deactivated his quirk, causing your eyes to suddenly pop back to life.

Your face was contorted in confusion for a few moments before you slowly looked up at him in shock.

"Y-y/n I-I can explain." Shinso's voice was wobbly as he looked down at you, eyes wide in unbelieve, voice full of emotion. You've never seen him this shaken before, and to be honest it scared you. What.. happened?

"D-did you just control me? Hitoshi you better answer truthfully."

"I-I did but- please it was an accident- I- I swear-"

"Hitoshi.. you promised me you wouldn't. What happened?" You asked, tears in your eyes as your hands started to shake.

"I-I know baby I know but please it was an accident- I- I noticed when you stopped when I told you to-"

"How long did you control me Hitoshi?"

"Less then a minute- please y/n I didn't mean to!"

"But yet you still did. I- I can't look at you right now. I.. need some time."

"Y-y-y/n.." Shinso whispered, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes.

"Y/n... y/n please- I- I-"

"I-I'm just going to go.. I'll.. see you some other time."

"Y/n wait!"

"What is it.. Shinso?"

"I-I am so, so sorry. I'll understand if you're going to- to leave me."

"No, Sh- Hitoshi. I'm not going to leave you. I Just need some time to sort this out, okay? I'll text you when I get to my dorm, but other than that please don't contact me."

"O-okay.. I-I love you.."

"I- I love you too.."

~~

Three weeks later and you were still dreading talking to Shinso. You've texted him every few days to let him know that you were doing okay and you simply needed more time. He was understanding each time, and that calmed you down quite a bit.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to leave him. You've loved the boy for years. You fell in love with himin elementary school, admiring his quick wit and braveness fending off bully after bully. You admired him, you really did.

The two of you quickly became friends, and your love for him grew each day. You eventually worked up the courage to confess in your first grade of high school. He seemed hesitant, but he accepted your brunch date. After three dates in quick session he was the one to ask for the two of you to advance, which you accepted.

Less than a month in he confessed his love and you reciprocated his feelings. Five more months into your relationship and everything seemed so perfect. That is until girls started flocking him.

It made sense, he had recently gotten into the hero course and had outstanding looks. You would've been fine with it- but he didn't seem to mind.. at all. He wouldn't tell them to back off, or even tell them he was taken. He simply.. ignored them. It made you uncomfortable and you tried to reasonable about it, but he just wouldn't listen.

After a month of this back and forth you refused to be brushed off again and it ended up being both your first argument as a couple, and will probably be the worst one in at least a year or so.

You believed him when he said that he didn't mean to activate his quirk, but it still hurt. And you couldn't shake it off. You knew that you would forgive him, and this endless silence was breaking him, but you just needed more time. But you also knew that you couldn't wait much later or Shinso would be broken for at least a few months. And so, you scheduled a meet up. In three days, you texted Shinso to meet you in your favorite park to talk. He willingly agreed, and now you simply have to collect your thoughts.

~~Three days later~~

You took a deep breath as you looked yourself over in the mirror.

You were dressed casually, plain blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

Looking over yourself worriedly, you smiled as you remember you complaining about this exact outfit to Shinso and how he told you that you looked nice. He hugged you from behind, gazing into your eyes lovingly before complimenting everything he loved about your outfit, accompanying each sentence with a kiss to your head, temple, forehead, cheeks, and then your nose.

He gazed into your eyes, taking your hand before telling you that you were gorgeous, and that he could never dream of anyone more perfect than you.

Smiling sadly, you hurry to grab your phone and wallet before heading out of your dorm, greeting your classmates as they smiled and waved at you.

Stepping outside, you hurry to the park, wanting to get there before Shinso does. Humming, you smiled at your favorite play list you were listening to, deciding that some of your favorite music would help calm your nerves and help you think clearer.

A few minutes later you arrived at the park, smirking as you realized Shinso wasn't there yet.

Ever since you discovered the park in the beginning of your highschool year the two of you started a tradition, if you could call it that. You never discussed it, but you had always rushed to see who could get to the park first, and Shinso usually won. He hardly cared about how he looked and didn't mind losing out on sleep to see you pout so cutely.

It was actually quite endearing, though you would never admit it out loud.

Sitting on your favorite bench under a large Oak tree, you pull out your phone to text Shinso, gently teasing him for being second this time. As you were about to hit send, you jumped as you felt a cold hand embrace your cheek. Looking at the hand, you scoffed as you saw Shinso holding your cheek gently, smiling teasingly at you.

"Got you.. again." Shinso murmured, causing you to blow a strand of hair out of your face huffingly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." You pout, causing the boy in front of you to chuckle.

"So.. you're ready to talk?" Shinso prompted, sitting across from you, now nervous and unsure.

"Yeah... Listen Hitoshi, I know you didn't mean to, and I know that you feel really bad about it."

"I do, I really, really do."

"And I know for a fact that I am not gonna leave you for something so silly. I love you, Toshi and I want to hear the apology you've been dying to tell me and forgive you."

"Y/n, my Love, I am so, so sorry. I cannot forgive myself for losing control of my quirk like that, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to never lose control again. I also want to apologize for overlooking your feelings. In my head it was enough to ignore them, but now I realize that that was selfish and wrong, and I want to talk to you, calmly about it, and find a conclusion."

"I forgive you, Toshi. And I'm sorry too. I'd really like it if we could find some middle ground.. but first, we should get some lunch and go on a date, we've harldy seen each other in three weeks after all. Oh, and I love you I really, really do."

"And I love you so much more y/n, so much that it hurts." Shinso murmured, leaning towards you after every word, finishing it off with kissing your lips sweetly.

"I don't think that's possible." You breathe, causing Shinso to chuckle.

"Oh trust me, it is." He finished, pecking your lips once more before standing up, taking your hand to take you out on the best date possible.

Because there is nothing Shinso loved more than you, and he'd continue to prove it until the day he died.

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Helloo. So this is my first post and I had this idea in my head after I listend to a song. English isn't my first language so sorry if there are spelling errors or sentences that don't make a lot of sence😅. I hope to the readers that read this like this as much as I do and sorry again if it doesn't make sence >_<. OKAY on to the story!!

Warning: Angst baby

Inspired by the song: All i want by kodaline

All i want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

He watches the door, hoping that she would walk threw it, greating him with that loving smile she always had, that still haunts him. He still hopes after weeks, but deep down he knows.

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

He misses her, her face is starting to blur in his memory of her, but he wishes to go back. He wishes that he took her face in detail, if he only knew, that she would no longer be here, he would have printed her loving gaze in his mind.

When you said your last goodbye

The day of her death, is the day he wishes that never happend, the day that cancer took her from him, a sickness he so hates, a day that will haunt him forever.

The sound of a heartmonitor beeping in the background, the doctors and nurces shoes squeking on the floor outside, people talking, the sound of the wind blowing outside, the autum air blowing threw the curtains. Her favourite season.

But all those noises are blurred, for his soulfocus, was her, his beloved, his wife. He remembers holding her hand so tight for he feared she would pass to soon, slip from his fingers. His hold is tight but not too tight, for he didn't want to brake her. She was already thin and fragile. He still hates that feeling of her thin hand holding his and not the once healthy hand. Cancer was a true nightmare.

Her last words, the words that haunt him still, her fairwell greating, was a request. She requested that he should move on, marry another, find a new person that would treat him well. That she still and would love him. She hates that she is dying but does not want her beloved to suffer when she's gone. Her last and final words,

"You were a wonderful experience, I loved every minute with you. You were the reason for my every smile...I think...I'm ready to go home..with a smile and the memorys of us. Please look after youself...please."

I died a little bit inside

As his tears fall after she said those words, her final breath was taken, and she was gone. Like the autum leaves she so loved, her soul being carried away, back home. Her final smile with one tear falling, will always haunt him. His tears mimicking hers, but a waterfall. His heart stoped beating that day, like hers, for his heart shatter after she ripped the bandage clean.

I lay in tears in bed all night

As he lays in his ice cold bed, that no longer has her sent and warmf. He stares at the picture of their wedding day next to his bed. He still hasn't taken it off. His lifeless eyes staring at her bright smile, her wedding dress blowing in the spring wind. Memorys of her laughter, a sickening reminder, of his regrets of not marrying her sooner.

Alone without you by my side

He can no longer sleep, he can't, he tried multible times. But he can't sleep without her warm body next to his. So he holds her pillow, that no longer has her sent, the perfume bottle she once used ,empty after he used it to remind him of her.

But if you loved me

Why'd you leave me?

He doesn't know who to blame, himself, for not meating her sooner, cancer, a sickness that took her, or her, who left him a broken mess. A broken man who can't fix himself without her.

Take my body

Take my body..

All I want is

All I need is..

He felt like he should have been the one who left, he should be the one burried 6 feet under ground, he should be the one cold in the coffen, instead of his beloved, who didn't deserve it.

She was a bright light in a room full of dull lamps, he only saw her in a room full of people. But now she's a light no longer there, he is lost in the dark room. She is now no longer in the room full of people, he is surching, but she's already in the train of no return.

He needs her...but he no longer has her to save him

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

He tells himself he'll find another light, another person in the crowd, but deep down he knows that will never happen. She was the only 'somebody' he loved. But he'll try for her, he promised.

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Memorys flash his mind. The day they met, bumping into eachother, on a cold autum day. He remembers how pretty she looked, how her hair framed her face, her flushed cheeks in the cold air. Her smile. Her smile he so loved.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day he preposed, the ring that gleamed in the setting sun. Her tears of joy rolling down her soft warm cheeks he so loved to kiss in the morning. Her eyes gleaming, resembling the ring, the ring he will no longer use.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day of their wedding. Tears of joy and laughter in the air of close friends, but the only laugh he heard, was hers, his wife, his other soul.

Memorys flash now...regret coming back. The day of her funeral. The rain pooring down, her coffen laying there, her favourite flower ontop. Haunting him. Mocking him, mocking him that he will no longer be able to give those same flowers to her on valentimes-day.

Cause you brought out the best of me

A part of me i'd never seen

He never thought that he could be loved, he always saw himself as the worst version of himself. But that all changed when she showed up in his life unexpectedly. She showed him parts of himself he has never seen before. She changed him into a better person. He never new he had these sides to him but she showed him like a hidden chapter between sticky pages glued together that he hid.

You took my soul and wiped it clean.

He was never a relegious person but she came to his life like a saint and changed his soul for the better. She saved him when he was stuck in a dark void of emptyness and anger. He worshiped her love like a person in church.

Our love was made for movie screens

If their love life was a movie. He was sure that everyone would have loved her as much as he did. They would have seen how deep their love was, how inlove he was. But he geasses that not every movie has a happy ending. There love story had a plot twist not even he could see coming.

Ooh, if you loved me

Why'd you leave me

Take my body

Take my body

All I want is..

All I need is..

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Like you, ooh

He promised himself, he promised you, that he would move on. Find somebody that would love him like you did, but he can't. He would have to brake that promise. He can't move on, you were his somebody...

Thank you for reading this, I hope this wasn't a bad story😅. Bye bye!!

Edit: Wow! I didn't think people would actually read this and like this post. Thanks for the love guys!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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The Baby Project: Chapter Six

Izuku Midoriya x reader

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Summary: Noa is having trouble learning how to use the potty.

tw: pee (it's potty training), fluff, angst, inequality, panic attack(ish). I have decided to not include summer vacation. It was an accident

You are trying to finish this month’s report. Noa, now that he’s two, he is getting into everything. Luckily, Izuku seems to be a professional at handling that where you were only seconds away from finishing wrapping him in duct tape which Izuku had a fit about. 

The two boys roll around on the floor. Izuku lifts Noa in the air by his feet. Noa’s arms reach to Izuku. Lately, you can't really face him after that whole dream thing. You even touch your lips when he looks into your eyes. Everything since then has been hazy. Almost as if the boundaries and walls between you have bent since he kissed you in his dream. Thinking about it now makes you tingly, even when he’s playing ‘airplane’ with Noa. 

Noa’s lullaby rings when he yawns. “Come on Noa, let’s take a nap.” 

Noa’s eyebrows furrow and his small mouth parts in shock. If his hands weren’t in Izuku’s, he’d clutch his chest, appalled by Papa’s ‘suggestion’.

“No!” Izuku lowers him. “Noa, it’s alright. We’ll play right-”

“No!” The toddler kicks his feet in protest. “Play!” He tries his hardest to climb on Izuku to do another airplane. Unfortunately for him, Papa isn’t having it. 

While those two go at it, you sign your name at the top of the paper of your homework. Luckily, Izuku had already finished his homework so he decided to play with Noa as you try to catch up on yours. It’s been a struggle to juggle a toddler and school, especially since Snipe decided that the class was late in an academic sense. Secretly, the late ‘study sessions’ with the rest of your classmates take time too. 

“Do I need to intervene?” You ask Izuku as he picks Noa up and places him on the couch. “No, I got it, right Noa?”

Noa continues to throw a fit, repeating how he’s a big boy and that he isn’t sleepy. He jumps down and attempts to run away until his eyes get droopy and are blinking slowly. “I’m not…no-” He yawns. Finally, he stops fighting and goes into Izuku’s awaiting arms. His papa scoops him up and sits on the couch. Following his little robo-son, Izuku yawns as well.

“Take a nap, Izuku. We’re not going anywhere.” Lately, he’s been comfortable sleeping around you. 

“I’ll be fine.” He blinks rapidly, clearly trying to stay awake. Obviously, Noa is taking after Izuku in that area. You sigh and walk over to him with the unfinished book in your hand. “Here, if I read to you again, will you sleep?”

“That fairytale? I like that one,” He has a soft smile. His freckled cheeks and kind eyes make the obvious scar fade in comparison to his boyish look. “Mm, I love it, actually. Read it for me again?”

He can’t remember, right? You never looked into your quirk and only know its basics. What if he remembers?

You try to seem cool despite the possibility of him remembering you in his dream looming over your head. You sit next to him and begin to read. 

“Is something different?”

You stop reading. “What do you mean?”

Izuku shrugs his broad shoulders. “You’ve been acting differently. Like something is wrong. Are you okay?”

You can’t tell him the truth. “Uh, teenage feelings.”

“I understand,” He scoots closer to you. “If it becomes something, will you tell me?”

You nod. Sometimes you forget that he’s a teenager, too. A teenager who saved the world at like, fifteen or sixteen, and fought the greatest evil the world has ever seen. You bite your lip and smack him lightly. “Want me to continue?”

With a closed lipped smile and warmth in his eyes, he settles on the couch. “Of course.”

–

Izuku isn't having a nightmare. In fact, he seems to be entirely peaceful and content. Maybe the dream affected him because he has gotten bolder with you. For instance, he's laying his head on your lap as he sleeps. Noa, of course, sleeps on Izuku’s chest.

Is this really Izuku? He couldn't even say your name now he’s sleeping on you like it is the most natural thing. The man in question jolts from a snore. You roll your eyes and play with his hair. The world doesn't matter right now as you look down at his peaceful face. Since the target audience is asleep, you don't continue to read. You’ll finish it later, especially since it happens to be Noa’s favorite. 

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“Okay, okay! I’ll watch your stupid movie. It better be good.” You take a bite of the chicken. Noa grabs a piece and claps his hands. “Happy!”

“You like that little man?” Noa takes another and hums. Hitoshi of all people comes to sit at the partially full table. There aren’t that many hero students right now, so it is a bit of a surprise. According to Ema, the exams they had were pretty tough so some of them are still doing it.

“You failed?” Hitoshi throws a fry at you. Noa, also known as The Vacuum or Bottomless Pit, picks it up and eats it. “I passed, thank you very much. What’re you doing?”

“Eating.”

He scoffs. “No shit. I mean how’ve you been, what's been going on lately.” Ema observes the two of you like a television show. She clears her throat before you can continue with Hitoshi.

“Anyway, we were talking about Grease.”

“Figures.”

“Excuse me?” Ema straightens up. He points his chopsticks in your direction. “Figured you’d be into cheesy shit like that.”

Ema gasps as if she's been struck. “Cheesy?!” You touch Ema’s arm. “Honey, you need to breathe.”

Hitoshi raises his brows. “What? Princess over there doesn’t like it?”

“She’s never seen the classic. Have you?” Ema crosses her arms and moves her fingers, glaring at Hitoshi. “Saw it, it was shit.”

“Uncultured swine! How could you no-”

“I take it back. She’s the princess,” Hitoshi’s eyes connect with yours. “You’re just a brat.”

Ema stops her rampage. “He’s got that right.” You separate yourself from the table. The audacity of these bitches. They can only be saved if they admit that you are a goddess. “I know good and damn well-”

“I am a princess and you,” She looks you up and down. Hitoshi finishes her thought after he swallows. “A temperamental brat.”

The disrespect at the table is insane. You grip the edge of the table. “Bitch-”

“Hi, Shinsou!” Izuku waves from across the room until he sees you. He jogs to you with a big smile on his face. He softly touches your upper back. You let go of the table and ask him, “Did you pass?”

“Yep! Close call though. This exam was harder than I thought it’d be.”

Hitoshi nods and goes to grab another bite. “Got that right. Teachers were brutal this time.” Hitoshi shoves it in his mouth. He looks down at Kenji who’s looking healthier since you last saw him. Clearly, Hitoshi’s been taking care of him well. 

“I’m gonna get something to eat, I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi’s purple eyes flicker back up to you. “Did he like his cake?”

You forgot about that shit. “You asshole. His favorite is chocolate, not strawberry.”

“Strawberry shortcake. There’s a difference.” He corrects. Ema looks at the two of you confused. You point to the purple haired freak. “He told me Izuku’s favorite cake was strawberry shortcake and it’s not. Betcha five that it’s yours.”

He gives a devious smile. “Got it. Lovely cake by the way if you don’t count the burns.”

You smack your hands on the table. “There were no burns! The stove burned. Not the cake.”

“You tried to burn the house down?!” Ema’s eyebrows raise. You shake your head. “No, Noa messed with the knobs-”

“Why was he near fire?” Izuku’s broad frame comes into view. “He was helping with the cake-”

Little Kenji starts to cry. “Shit-”

You groan and reach for the baby. “Here, like this.” 

Hitoshi gets the hold right. “You’re welcome.” 

He nods and sucks in his lips. Hitoshi looks down at the table. “Thanks for everything, (Y/n).”

Izuku swallows his food. “For what?” Ah, you didn’t tell him that Hitoshi messed up his cake and that you helped him with Little Ken. It’s not like you have much to hide about it. 

“She helped me with Little Kenji-”

“Who?” You look at Izuku from the corner of your eye. He is rigid and stiff. “She named him Kenji since my partner hasn’t told me the name. I don’t even think they have the certificate.”

“Kenji? As in Ken?”

Hitoshi looks around the table. “Yeah.”

Izuku is silent for what feels like minutes. He then gives Hitoshi a closed eye smile that is practically blinding. Does anyone else feel this tension? It’s rolling off of him like waves. You shiver and side eye him. 

He turns to you. “Where’d you get that name? Did you just think of it?” 

Your nostrils flare. Why in the hell would he ask that knowing how you know Ken? Through gritted teeth, you answer vaguely, “Named him after a friend.”

His face is fake. That sweet demeanor is so deceitful, and you know that everyone else at the table thinks so too, they just don’t know why. Fucking Deku continues to be fake as hell.

“That’s so sweet, (Y/n). I wonder what else you’d do.” 

Hitoshi struggles with the baby. “She made my favorite cake for my birthday. That was the sweetest, wasn’t it spoiled kitty?” Hitoshi is getting on your nerves to a whole new level. This bitch is hitting nerves that you didn't even know existed.

“She is a bit spoiled."

You whip your head to Izuku who just agreed with this purple bitch. “Me? Are you kidding? Will you please hold that baby’s head-shut up-like this,” You reach over and adjust Little Ken again. “God. You people are so rude. I was just trying to be nice and make a cake for Izuku. And you,” You sit back down and turn to the green-haired menace. “I was helping him. The booger didn’t even have a name.”

You don’t know why you are defending yourself to these people or why you care. You huff, “Please, like you didn’t need help from me before? I helped you study for your dumb exam before you trained-” You stop mid sentence. 

“Oh …” Ema rests her head on her hands. Her eyes dart between you three as she waits for another word. She’s watching like this is some kind of soap opera. This would be funny if it weren't for something you just noticed. Why didn't you question it before?

“Will everyone stop? Let's focus on the big thing here.” You scold her. 

Ema rolls her eyes. “Potty training? I already gave you tips.” 

“I’m talking about how they managed to care for the children while they did their exams.” The table goes silent. If this were an old western, a tumbleweed would go by. “Exams for the hero course are written and sometimes practical, right? How’d you guys manage that?”

Ema straightens up in her seat as she looks around. “I never asked Eijirō. Maybe they put them on the sidelines?” Her frown gets deeper as the seconds pass. Finally, you made sense and moved the conversation away from whatever the hell that was and onto more important things, like cheating. 

“Izuku? Hitoshi?” She calls. Hitoshi is the first to speak. His face is indifferent, but his eyes say the opposite, especially when they make contact with you. “Due to the nature of the course, we give them to the caregiver.”

“Excuse me?” Ema’s chest starts to move. Her breathing is deep and steady. “You guys get to cheat? How much? During training or-?”

It was a question you never thought of because of how little you see the hero course have their kids. It never occurred to you that they’d have help. Izuku, someone who has been there with you for months now, didn’t think to mention that his friends get another advantage? 

“Answer her, Izuku.” You side eye the silent hero next to you. He says nothing for a second then in a low voice, reluctantly answers, "All of it.”

Ema shakes. Kirishima comes in and waves at her but stops once he sees her anger. “This whole time? Are you kidding me?!” She yells. She heads over to him. The redhead’s face looks like a shocked and scolded kid. 

"When did this start?" Your voice is quiet and cracked. It's the only words spoken during her rant behind you. Izuku’s head is down. Hitoshi freezes when you look up at him. Even though you were curious, you no longer care and decide to go without an answer. “No wonder why he was alive. A fucking caregiver during class hours was taking care of him.” You suck on your lips and shake your head. You try to will you voice not to quiver or crack but it still does.

“And you,” Izuku flinches slightly. “This whole time you knew. You could have fought for us. For me. You dare get mad because of a name and a fucking cake. Calling me spoiled? If I was, wouldn’t I be in the hero course?”

You stand up and grab Noa before he can try to get Izuku’s attention. Izuku stands as well, desperately trying to stop you from leaving. "It's not like that-"

"I hope you choke."

You leave and go to your friends, quickly informing everyone in the cafeteria of what went down just in case they can’t understand Ema’s screaming.

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“This better be good, Ema.” You push Grease inside the player. The DVD spins and you sit down on your bed. Noa watches the screen intently after you hit play. The musical goes on until you get the urge to use the bathroom. Since it’s just you and Noa, you keep the door open. 

Your phone rings again for the nth time. It's been almost forty-eight hours since you found out about the hero course having a caregiver and you haven’t talked to Izuku since. He texted you and called several times. You haven’t answered a single thing. To decompress, you decided to take on Ema’s suggested movie. You aren't really paying attention to it but it is a nice distraction from the tug on your heart. 

Izuku lied to you. He didn't tell you that the hero course has some kind of caregiver for the kids. The general studies have been struggling with everything and rather than helping, he lied. This discovery is making you question everything. Like, why was Kaibara so angry if there was a caregiver? How long has this been going on? When Izuku said 'all of it', did he mean during exams or the whole class period? There aren't enough answers. 

You begin to sing along with John Travolta. “Go grease lightnin’-” 

“Potty…” After you flush, you look out and see Noa doing the pee-pee dance. He’s two years old now so training should begin. You go over and guide him to the bathroom and even set him on it while holding him. “No.”

“You sure?” He nods his head and right when you’re about to set him down, he hears the song and bounces. Quickly, you set him back down on the toilet and he uses the bathroom while singing the song. 

“Does Grease Lightnin’ make you pee?”

“Yeah.”

Valuable information. "Alright, so tomorrow I'll try to find you a kiddie potty seat, okay?" You fix him all up and let him go. Noa grabs the remote and starts messing with it. "You break it, I break you!" You call out. 

Against your judgment, you look at the phone and see the texts. 

-(Y/n), please let me explain.

-PLEASE answer

-Darling please answer the phone

-I'm sorry

These continue on and on, with the last one being an apology. You want to yell at him. Call him every name in the book with the last being a traitor. You don't know why you even bothered with him. He's a hero. A deceitful, jealous, lying, self-serving, traitorous, tax leech. Why did you even give him the time of day?

You sigh and toss your phone on the bed. The DVD rewinds to the same song as before. Noa bounces again and takes his diaper off. “What’re you doing-no!” He grunts and pees on the fucking floor. You rush to get him on the toilet. 

“Stop, stop, stop sto-oh come on.” He stops the trickle right when you get him on the seat. He smiles up at you and says, “I peed.”

Rude. 

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Sakura comes in with a large plant. Its leaves are perfectly kept up, but it is still hideous. She places the potted plant next to Snipe’s desk. You don’t know why she gets to do that and why she even has such a hideous thing. 

“Did you like it?” Ema’s facing you despite Snipe’s constant scolding. “Ema!” Snipe yells. “Hold on, Snipe! This is Grease!”

“I don’t care! Turn around and be quiet. Class is in session and we have a lot to talk about.”

You ignore him completely. After finding out that the heroes get a fucking pass when it comes to childcare, everyone became furious. Snipe, who usually has respect, is being bulldozed. Besides, talking about an ancient musical is more entertaining than whatever Snipe is talking about or Riko's tiring advice about a budget plan.

“It was alright. I don’t think it is something I’d watch on the regular.” Ema starts to growl. “The soundtrack was good though! Had a lot of catchy tunes, I’ll give it that.”

She perks up again. “I know right? Go grease lightnin’-” Noa stops bouncing on your lap and stares at her. Ema is completely oblivious to what she’s done. You jump up. “Hold it Noa, hold it!” 

He pulls his pants down his own. “Dammit Noa, wait!” You pick him up and run to the door. Your classmates laugh at you. Noa grunts again. From what you figure, it is his telltale sign of him having to go to the bathroom. 

Noa, the bastard, starts to urinate on the floor. “ No!” You go to Sakura’s plant for him to pee on. The owner stands up and screams. “(Y/n)! Are you fucking kidding me?!”  

“This plant is ugly as fuck anyway!” 

Unfortunately, a terrible thing happens. Jule’s child sniffles and runs to the plant. “Me too!” 

“Jule!” You call. He gets up to get his daughter who has decided that Noa had a good idea to pee on the plant. Sakura yells again to stop the kids. The rest of the class finds this way too funny. Normally, you’d think it is funny but not when it’s your fucking son. 

Jule’s baby girl-Etsuko?-sits on the soil in the pot. “Oh my God! Jule!” 

“Jule, (Y/n), stop these kids right now!” Snipe points to you and Jule. 

“How the hell did this start?” Benio’s once bewildered face morphs into an amused and annoying expression. Ema gestured to you and Noa. “I sang Grease Lightnin’ and he started-”

Noa, grunts again. “Stop saying that! It makes him-”

“Take the kid to the bathroom, now!” Snipe slams his hand on his desk. 

Done with all of the yelling, you look up at Snipe. “This wouldn't be an issue if we had a caregiver!”

Right when Jule picks Etsuko up, the door opens. The sudden noise startles you. Quickly you turn around. Noa sighs and somehow releases once more. Much to your surprise, Eraserhead stands there unexpectedly. His black suit gets wetter by the second. 

Your jaw drops, and the class gasps. Noa, your son, just peed on Aizawa. 

“Ha!” Riko’s laughs become contagious. You haven’t smiled or laughed with them. Instead, you stand frozen even though the room becomes more chaotic than before. “(Y/n), that is enough. Go outside this instant.”

Snipe’s voice is calm and cool. You suck in your lips and nod. Aizawa still stands in front of the door. “Noa, if you got any more, now’s the time.”

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Surprisingly, you aren’t being punished. At least not right now. The heroes are villains wearing white. For all you know, they’re having secret meetings on how to destroy you. It would not be far-fetched to think Izuku is also in on these meetings seeing what a deceitful, unfair, degenerate he is. 

You groan and rub your face. These textbooks are becoming too much for you the longer you work on them. Not to mention the law books and a damn budget plan you’ve been ignoring. It's a sound idea but tedious. You lean away from the desk.

You look at your phone again and read all of his desperate texts. Even though he appeared to be a sweet guy, his main color is green, like a snake. That should’ve been your first clue. Him and his stupid green eyes and soft green hair reek of deception. However, you can’t help but read the messages. Your stupid heart tries to soften towards him and quickly you layer cement over the cracks. 

He pretended to understand your struggle and pain just for shits and giggles. He’s probably laughing with his friends and Hitoshi. 

“Don’t cry.” Noa’s little hand touches your leg. You gasp and wipe your eyes. You just now notice how your phone screen has little droplets on it. Noa’s round eyes water. “Please, don’t cry.”

He’s very vocal for a two-year-old. It’s something you’re very proud of and happily put in your report. But you didn’t want this. Who would want their child to voice this and feel your heartbreak? 

“I’m fine, my little love.” You kiss the top of his head. Noa snuggles up to your legs. “I miss Papa.”

That’s a natural reaction since you haven’t talked to Izuku. Noa is used to him and when Izuku leaves for his job, Izuku makes sure to tell Noa that he’ll be back. He always tells Noa goodbye or something. 

“I know-”

“You do, too.” His little voice is muffled. He sniffles and squeezes you. He rubs his face with your leg. Your pride is tough to swallow. You bite your lip as you unlock the window and bring out your phone. This project is trying to humble you when you are an innocent civilian. You shouldn’t be feeling like you’re losing and yet you do. You are losing. 

The phone rings once. “Noa wants to see you.”

-

The knock on the door is steady. You answer it not expecting it to be fucking Deku since he usually jumps in from the window. Lo and behold, here he is, in his hero costume and all. You step aside and let him in. The first thing he does is give Noa a big kiss. “I’ve heard that you’ve had an interesting few days.” 

One of the many things you didn’t want to happen is fucking Deku finding out that his son peed on his beloved teacher, Eraserhead to “Grease Lightnin’” being sung in the background. It was funny for a second then you saw his face and his eyes were red, and not from his quirk. Did Eraserhead send Izuku to ‘deal’ with you or did he get in trouble in your place? 

Then again, the little shit didn’t say anything about a fucking caregiver so who cares if he got in trouble?

A smirk draws on your lips. “A little. How was-”

“I know with everything going on it’s hard for you. I’m with you with every step, (Y/n).” Izuku puts Noa down and tells him to go play with his new All Might toy Izuku gave to him a week or so ago. “But it isn’t right to have Noa pee on someone.”

“It wasn’t on purpose-” Well, not at first. 

“You and everyone else were laughing. (Y/n), that wasn’t right and you know it. Rather than apologizing, you encouraged it.”

“What? How?” If you really did, Noa would have taken a shit on him. 

“‘ Noa, if you got any more, now’s the time ?’ That ring a bell?” Izuku walks to you until you are face to face. His frown is unsettling, leaving a chill along your body. “Okay, you’re mad.” So am I.

“I’m ticked, (Y/n). Imagine coming home and the first thing I find out is that my son peed on someone and you laughed about it! My teacher of all people.”

“Ha! I did not laugh. Everyone else did.” His nostrils flare. “(Y/n), this isn’t funny. Do you understand how much trouble you’re in?”

You stick your lip out and pout. “Who are you? My dad? It’s fine. Noa had an accident and this will be a memorable lesson. The asshole is lucky nothing else happened.”

Before Izuku can say anything, Noa tugs on his pant leg. “I have pee!” Izuku guides Noa to the bathroom without a second glance your way. You are your own person who can do as you please, so this guilty feeling has to go. So what if Noa peed on a teacher? How is it your fault that Noa’s aim is wicked? 

You bite your lip and look at the ground. You will not apologize to Eraserhead. Not when he is a crooked piece of shit with an awful hero name. You aren’t going to apologize to Midoriya either.

Noa runs out with his pants around his ankles. His arms are wide as he wobbles to you. “I pee!” 

“You did?! Oh my goodness!” You litter his face with kisses. “I’m so proud of you!” Of course he’d use the bathroom for Izuku. Let it be you and he decides to pee on a teacher. And that is only because of a damn song! He won’t use the bathroom like a normal person.

Izuku calls for Noa. The boy who has now peed on the toilet wobbles to him, not thinking it’d be best to pull up his pants. Your smile falls when you turn your head and look at your desk. On it is the stack of paper that still needs to be filled and the textbooks that still need to be read. Of course, how can you forget about your stupid budget plan ?

It’s not that you don’t know how or that it isn’t important. The problem is that it’s depressing and stressful. Because you know good and damn well that you are going to have to sacrifice necessities to support a doll. 

Izuku comes out of the bathroom with Noa. “I have to go. I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”

“Papa-” Noa reaches for him. Izuku lowers himself and reassures the toddler who is seconds away from tears. “I’ll be back. I just have to settle things first.”

His green eyes look up at you. Ah, Eraserhead needs to be ‘settled’. You shrug at him. ��Maybe Shouta should talk to the caregiver for him to understand things like this just happen.” He stands back up and glares at you. The look he has on his face doesn’t compare to his expression when facing a villain, so you’re not in danger.

“When I come back, we’ll talk.” 

You roll your eyes. Welp, in the meantime you and Noa can go out and get some sun. 

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With a low voice, you talk to yourself. “If I cut that out, I can afford his pull-ups.” The sun becomes blocked as a familiar voice interrupts.

“What’re you doing? Homework?” You look up to see your horrible homeroom teacher. “No.”

“Unfortunate.”

“I’m budgeting. Something heroes don’t know since you collect from the poor man’s taxes.” You hate it. Every single thing to do with their world, you hate. Here you are cutting corners and he stands there, looking down at you. Behind him is Noa who plays in the grass with other dolls and lives his life stress-free. Both Snipe and Noa anger you. If you look at them too long, your heart will pound in your ears and you’d be bound to scream.

Snipe exhales and squats. “This is a part of the project, (Y/n).” Snipe takes a peek at your composition notebook. “And life. I can’t change-”

Snipe stops and grabs the corner of the book. He points to one section and asks, “Why are you doing this?”

You raise a brow at his question. Did he not hear you? Snipe answered loud and clear. This is a part of his stupid project and life. Some things have to get cut out. 

“It’s life. This is real life and what happens when heroes are given support while people like me suffer. Y’know, like you guys have jobs and caregivers. ”

Snipe shakes his head and slides his hand under his mask. He rubs his face and sighs. The gesture is a familiar and common occurrence with you. Cutting certain things out to afford Noa was bound to happen. What the hell did he expect? Sen Kaibara is MIA with the assignment, and you can’t depend on Izuku all the time. He might be there for Noa, but paying for everything isn’t his responsibility. You aren’t his responsibility. What the hell was Snipe expecting? He took your job away, so this is the result.

“Alright. I’ll let you in on a loophole,” He stands up. “Volunteer work is not against the rules,” Your scholarship. The very thing you work hard for and that continues to bite you in the ass. “If you happen to get tips, it’s not your fault. You aren’t an employee. It isn’t a requirement to pay you.”

Snipe walks away from you and heads back inside the school. Your heart flutters. Quickly, you open the book again and replan. You try to remember how much you made at Yona’s with your usual tips. That source of money isn’t normal in this country but there are still people that give you cash. 

You bite your tongue so you don't loudly squeal. Your legs are laid out in front of you wiggling and bouncing from excitement. As long as it’s under the table and labeled as volunteering, you’re good to go. The profit is just a bit of change, but it will help. If you tell Yona about this, she’s sure to encourage tipping. 

You look up just in time to see Noa wandering off a little too far for your liking. “Boy! Get back here!” At two years old, he’s a curious little beast. Luckily, it doesn’t take much to get his attention. He runs back with a happy expression. You stretch your arms out to encourage him to run to you. His little feet carry him fast. Suddenly, Noa stops running. He stiffens and says lowly, “Mo -”

You let out a blood-curdling scream that gathers everyone’s attention. His eyes go blank, and his cute features fade away to look like a doll. A frozen, lifeless, doll. 

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You are holding him close to you as you and your friends run through the hallway. Your arms are shaking at the foreign plastic you are touching. This isn’t Noa. Noa is warm, soft, and chunky. His hair doesn’t feel synthetic like this; his hair has curls and is soft. It is supposed to smell of his kiddie shampoo and conditioner. The one with that one snake hair hero on it that was for a good price and doesn’t mess with his skin. 

This thing smells of plastic toys and the laundry detergent you use to wash his clothes. Even that doesn’t smell right. None of this is right. This doll isn’t your son, it can’t be. He was fine! He was playing and had gone to the bathroom just a few minutes before he turned into a stiff doll.  

You, Ema, and Riko bust through the support course doors. Mei Hatsume comes around the corner with a smile on her face. Why is she smiling? 

“Ah, I was gonna call you to bring him in.” She takes him from your arms. He’s totally stiff and looks like a cheap doll you’d get at a store. He resembles nothing of the boy you’re raising. “I need to tune him up. I’ve been going through this all day!”

She takes a screwdriver to his back, making you flinch. Riko looks at you from the corner of her eye and holds your hand. “Since I’m busy, it’ll take me about the rest of the day. I have all of them and then some other projects that need tending to. So have fun!” 

She leaves with the doll. You follow her for a few steps, and you see what the future holds. All of the babies are in a frozen state with the same face. They are all in a pile with the parents’ names pinned on their clothes. The air that you greedily were sucking in is gone once again. Snuffed out like it meant nothing to your body. 

Riko grabs your arm to guide you out of the large room. You willingly walk out, not bothering to look at your concerned friends. Is Ema scared? Is her heart beating ruthlessly in her chest? What did she see during all of that? You had witnessed months' worth of work demolished. No, what you saw was a grave that all of the kids you watched grow up in front of you turn to lifeless material. 

Are her eyes watering too? Or does she think you’re weak and stupid to be clutching your chest, fighting the overwhelming urge to cry? Thankfully, you don’t have to see or listen to the answer since you are already far from them and into the girls’ restroom. You close the door and press your hand against it. A stall door opens and then shuts. The water from a faucet sounds off, distracting you from the thoughts in your head. 

“(Y/n)?” Sakura’s high voice catches your attention. “What’s wrong?” You don’t, can’t, answer. She lightly grabs your shoulders. Her eyes rake over your body. She’s the type to pour water on a drowning man, someone labeled as cold-hearted and insensitive. Despite this, she looks concerned for you. You don’t hate each other but you do step on each other's toes on purpose. It’s something that works. Now here she is pulling you into a hug. 

“I know, I know. Bakugou just went to Mei, too.” Was she fighting the urge to cry as well? Is someone finally on the same boat as you? “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. I need you to breathe.” 

What you couldn’t accomplish on your own, she does in mere minutes. Sakura wets your face with a cold and damp paper towel. You want to say something smart to her like normal. This isn’t a normal situation. You just freaked out over a robot. 

You take a few deep breaths and ask Sakura, “Do I look okay?”

“No.”

“I must look sexy because you’re my number one hater.”

She scoffs and tosses the used towel at you. There is a hint of a smile on her face. “Jealousy is a terrible disease. Please die from it.”

“( Y/n)!” You walk out and give her a smile to let her know you’re okay and to thank her. Sakura won’t tell anyone about this. If she did, people might assume you’re friends.

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This is so weird. All day you’ve set different things aside out of habit. You’ve done the most with someone’s plate of food, going as far as cutting their meat. You did it out of instinct. When you walk, you go slower than you would before this project since Noa’s little legs can keep up. He isn’t next to you when you walk or stand, nevertheless you still reach to hold a hand, desperately searching until you look down and see nothing. 

In the commons, you see how stiff people are. Some of your classmates have blank faces and grab their baby’s silverware to set aside when eating. Others are relaxed and have their feet propped up which was great to see. However, with you included, most are struggling with their assignment’s absence. 

At least they didn’t see what you saw in the support course room. Would they have been affected like you after seeing what is to come? Hopefully, that image will prevent shock later on. 

Stiffly, you walk a familiar path and see something you’ve longed for. To the left is the vendor you would wave at every day and on the corner is that couple who always bicker at that same spot. Even though they argue about stupid things and annoy everyone, you miss them.

Now that Snipe has given the okay to volunteer, you are heading to the people you've missed the most. You open the restaurant doors and take a deep breath. It’s familiar and so comforting. It smells like Kenji’s cooking and faintly like Yona’s perfume. Both are distinct and homey. This is what you clung to during the wars and what you found solace in. 

Before you can take a step further inside to the hostess podium, Yona comes out from around the corner. She’s taken back for a second then settles into a fond smile and a relieved face with misty eyes. You can’t hold it in anymore. You’ll worry about your appearance and pride later. The reaction you had with Noa can be thought about later, too. Right now, you run to her open arms and cry. You run away from Noa’s lifeless eyes, the school, heroes, Izuku, and every burden they placed on you, and into Yona’s warm and loving hold. 

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shinsou dating present mic's daughter

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x fem!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, a bit suggestive, mentions of marriage/proposing, caught making out (by mic), friends to lovers, protective dad!mic, training alongside shinsou

you were introduced to shinsou by present mic and aizawa, who had been training with the boy, after he voiced his desire to join the hero course

aizawa had been training with shinsou until now, but he wanted the kid to have someone from the hero course to train with, so you were introduced to him

shinsou was happy to have a partner his own age and someone who was closer to his own skill level to train with and he really wanted to learn all he could from you, especially about the hero course!

the two of you began to bond over your dreams to become heroes and you often talked about the hero course, fantasizing about how fun it would be like, if shinsou was in your class!

the two of you became friends fast and the romantic feelings followed soon after

aizawa and present mic were both happy that the two of you were such good friends, both unaware of your feelings for each other

eventually, shinsou and you began to go out on secret dates with each other, all under the disguise of being just friends

only when present mic walked in on you and shinsou kissing in your room did your little lie get revealed

shinsou was kicked out of the house immediately after your dad walked in on the two of you and you had to listen to an hour long lecture about staying safe around boys – in more than just one way…

while present mic was a bit upset about finding you make out with a boy in your room, he didn't hold a grudge against shinsou

he still trusted the kid and he believed that he'd make a good boyfriend for you! 

though the next time he meets shinsou, he can't help but give him the "treat her right or they'll never find your body, kid!" speech

he's mostly joking though, but shinsou really does take him seriously–

present mic is very supportive of your relationship with shinsou and accepts him into the family right away

he'll even tell shinsou to call him "dad" or "his old man" and while shinsou does turn that offer down, he occasionally finds himself pressured into calling him that…

present mic treats shinsou like he's part of the family and he's the first one to suggest that shinsou asks for your hand in marriage after graduation, telling him to hurry up and put a ring on you, before another boy steals you away from him…