#i will die with 'todoroki has no rhythm'

[dekustowel]

[chapter 18: the one where they face the music]

summary: in which izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem.

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YOU ARE COMPLETELY HELPLESS.

And boy, oh boy, do you know it.

because only you could watch a boy walk into such a romantically decorated room, hand in hand with another girl, and still have your heart beat to the rhythm of every step he takes. only you could watch him tuck a stray hair behind her ear and still have your heart hammer against your chest at the idea of him doing that to you. and only you could watch as his emerald eyes scan the room subtly and delusionally think that he's looking for you.

there was probably a gaping hole on the side of your head, with the way your once boisterous friends stood quietly to your left, looking at you to gauge any negative reaction.

you weakly shoot a smile their way before gazing at the spectacle in front of you once more.

it doesn't take much for midoriya and camie to capture the attention of the whole room - izuku midoriya is gorgeous in his own right, he always has been - but tonight he is resplendent. black tuxes have always been known to make a man more attractive. sure, that was true. but as midoriya moves further into the room it became strikingly obvious not only to you, but to everyone else in the room, that the black tuxedo might've been made for him and him alone.

you slam your eyes shut tightly, knowing that if you stare at him any longer a pool of drool will drown you and everyone else in this auditorium. and your insurance definitely doesn't cover that.

you focus your attention on your friends and their dates standing next to you, turning your back to your crush and his date, ignoring the sinking feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach.

"now i feel insecure. babe, we should leave early and change into our jammies." kirishima mumbled, pulling at the points of his hair, and avoiding eye-contact.

"babe, you look great, stop it." she assures him, stopping his nervous tick it's tracks, and soothingly rubbing his back.

"i will admit he's better looking than anyone gives him credit for - dare i say, he's underrated." kaminari pipes up, earning a nod in agreeance from his girlfriend.

"babbeeee, you weren't supposed to agree." kaminari whines, earning and eyeroll from jirou.

"you feeling okay, y/n?" your best friend asks, causing your laughter at your electric friend to die in your throat, a look of concern pressed against his features. sero's date, a nice guy from general studies you'd met previously, shares the same look. clearly, sero has clued him in.

"mhm. i'm doing swell." you hum, as an itch crawls up the side of your arms.

was the room always this loud?

"are you even listening to me?"

no.

no you weren't.

that was a hard thing to do when the mumblings and giggles of the nearby groups of girls were reverberating in your ears at unsafe decibels.

it's not easy to ignore the sound of his laugh or see his perfect smile and look away, but you do it. you do it because you have to.

but for whatever reason it's damn near impossible to tune out the strangers who would've never given him the time of day otherwise talking about him.

"damn, i should've dm-ed him when i had the chance. he's hot."

"is the girl he came with his girlfriend? fuck, does she even know how lucky she is?"

"the things i would do to see that tux on the floor of my r-"

tune it out. tune it out. tune it out.

the longer you listen, the more enraged you'll become, and you have absolutely no right to be enraged. you're not his girlfriend. you're not anyone. you're not camie. you're not camie.

a calloused hand places itself on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. your date stands next to you, a blank expression on his features, as he stares past you and over at the dazzling couple behind you.

you glance over your shoulder, watching as camie places a shy hand on midoriya's bicep, leaning into him as they greet his friends. she looks absolutely stunning, a little uncomfortable, but beautiful all the same. then again, you can't name a time she didn't.

why couldn't you have driven a less attractive woman into the arms of the man you love? it would have at least made you feel a little better about yourself.

"you need a drink," katsuki mumbles beside you, slicing your intense thoughts in half. he'd always been good at that, snapping you back into reality. you'd almost forgotten he was there because of how quiet he's been since you arrived. despite claiming that you would immediately part ways upon arrival, he hadn't left your side once since the night began.

you turned your attention to the typically-aggravated blonde standing closely beside you, as the light hand on your shoulder begins to steer you away from your anxieties in human form and to something less daunting: the snack bar.

"have you ever liked someone so much that you didn't care if they liked you back? you just cared if they were happy?" you asked a few minutes later, after tucking into one of the mini cupcakes they had on display.

"no, but it seems to be a common thing that you idiots feel," he responds honestly, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

"is this spiked?"

"drink it."

you do. it's fucking horrible.

"do you think it's a bad thing to feel?" you ask.

"i think it's neither here or nor there, it seems to be something you people with overly big hearts feel," your date responds, "i cannot imagine telling the person i like to be with someone else just because i want them to be happy. be happy with me or be single - that's how i feel about the whole thing."

"that's awful, kats."

"no, that's fighting for what you want. something you haven't even tried to do. you heard there was competition and gave up before you even tried. you don't even really know how deku feels." he retorted.

"of course, i do! i mean look at who he came with." you shift your head slightly in the direction you knew camie and midoriya were standing, still unable to look at them.

bakugou shakes his head, convinced that you have got to be the most daft person in this auditorium right now, "you are helpless."

you laugh at that.

"listen, you could stand here sulking all night, and fuck, i'd let you, i don't give that much of a shit," he continues, "but this stupid dance has been at the forefront of everyone's mind, and it would be great if i didn't have to hear you bitching and moaning about how you didn't have a good time tomorrow morning."

a mischievous, yet genuine smile creeps up your face as you extend your hand out to the blonde in front of you, "that was a roundabout way of asking me to dance, katsu."

"shut up."

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IZUKU MIDORIYA IS THE DUMBEST MAN ALIVE. yes, that may sound like a bold claim coming from a place of regret and self-pity, and lord knows that may be true - but what if i told you it was the full unadulterated truth? that he truly was the most incompetent person in the room he was in? 

would you believe me? 

honestly, it wouldn't matter if you didn't.

because he believes it.

he believes it for me, you, and everyone else within a thousand-mile radius. he believes it from the top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes. he believes it so much you can visibly see him shaking with anger at his position at the snack bar.

he doesn't even really remember how he got here. from the moment he stepped out of the 4-kilometer limo, his entire night so far has been blurring together.

he remembers helping camie out of the limo, he remembers entering the auditorium, and he remembers the whispers. but he does not remember seeing you.

for a moment he believes that you've decided to stay home. for a moment he is convinced he can leave this dance early and go and talk to you at your dorm a day early.

but that's not the case.

god, he wishes that were the case because now he has to stand here, against the back wall of the dancefloor, and watch you dazzle the room as you switch between dance partners captivating every person who your hands meet.

izuku midoriya is the dumbest man in the world today because he hurt you yesterday, and there is nothing he can do about it until tomorrow.

so he has to fill his night with playing the wallflower role, watching you from a safe distance. not that he could get any closer if he wanted to. sero's been watching him since the night began and there was almost no way in hell that midoriya was getting to you without going through him first.

he watched wordlessly as bakugou, his nemesis, best friend, and the other things in between, entered the rotation. he twirled you up in the air, the most angelic giggles escaping from your lips, cries of laughter between pleas of mercy.

izuku wonders about the last time that smile was directed at him. he also wonders how discreetly he can activate one-for-all before bakugou notices and attacks him first.

it's been a long time since midoriya felt an ounce of jealousy toward his childhood friend. i mean, you live 14 years in a man's shadow and you think that's the most resentment you can feel towards him.

how shocking it must be to realize that years of childhood trauma don't even hold a candle to what he's feeling right now?

midoriya threw his head back downing the last of his overly sweet, potentially-spiked punch. 

"drowning yourself in gross drinks doesn't help by the way," an unexpected voice called from beside him. izuku glanced over only to be met with the side profile of his good friend, ochaco.

she leaned against the wall cooly, bopping her head to the pop music playing, "have you spoken to her yet?"

"i haven't. sero's been playing guard dog all night," the freckled teen commented, reaching to pour himself another drink before his hand was swatted away by his friend.

"you gonna confess?"

"i mean in a normal circumstance you would. but i don't even have real confirmation that she likes me. i only have context clues, and todoroki's cryptic ass texts."

"you need more than that?"

"hearing her say it would be nice because the googly eyes she's making at kacchan right now aren't helping my confidence much." midoriya laughed drily, resting his face in his palms, "it also doesn't help that she thinks I have feelings for someone else."

"you've both really made a mess of things." she comments bluntly.

"thank you, that's helpful."

it's silent for a few moments after that, causing midoriya to turn his head and look at his friend. she appears contemplative with her furrowed eyebrows and the chewing of her bottom lip.

"you want help, deku? fine, i'll give you help. you're gonna have a window of 17 seconds to get to her without anyone intervening." she states, out of practically nowhere.

"i beg your pardon?"

"i'm going to distract sero and his date, it's going to take roughly 17 seconds before he realizes what's going on and turns around to get to y/n, by then, i expect you to already be there confessing your undying love or whatever," she explains as she stands up.

"i can't-"

"can't or won't?" she shuts him down immediately, already walking away before midoriya was able to get a word in at all.

instantaneously, uraraka is at work, she is delighting sero and his boyfriend, and they're laughing as midoriya is cutting through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible.

he finally reaches bakugou, who is no longer dancing with you and instead recording videos for kirishima and mina.

"where is y/n?" midoriya hurriedly asks.

"what took you so fucking long, idiot?" the irritated blonde inquired.

"doctor's orders: stay away from y/n."

"and you actually listened to that crap? psh, now i really know you're an idiot," bakugou rolls his eyes, "she's dancing with that metal fucker from 2b."

it doesn't take much effort to find tetsutetsu. the strobe lights on the dancefloor reflects off him making him an equal parts blinding disco ball and a beautiful one.

"tetsu, do you mind if i cut in?"

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his voice immediately sends shivers up your spine, causing each individual hair on your body to stand on end.

please tetsu. please tetsu. please tetsu.

the downside to tetsu being metal is that he cannot feel the change in pressure applied to his body. because there's no way in hell he would've felt the vice grip you had on his shoulders and still assuredly and happily say, "go for it, bro! don't let me stop you!" and immediately step back into the crowd. that would've never happened.

unfortunately it did.

"don't run away. i need to talk to you." he exhaled, reading your thoughts in an instant, and practically cementing your feet in place.

you rolled you eyes sublty, crossing your arms over you chest hoping that this action will protect your heart from the incoming stabbing pain it will face.

i mean isn't it obvious why he wants to talk to you?

he saw you here with bakugou at some point during the night and he probably asked todoroki what was going on, and the jig was finally up. odd are he told him everything. and it's most likely he's flattered but uninterested.

this was izuku midoriya trying to let you down gently and god, did you feel pretty fucking pathetic.

you inhaled deepy as midoriya took your hand in his and pulled you close to him, making it impossible for him to not feel the rapid way in which your heart was beating. your face heated at the thought of him knowing just how nervous he made you.

you'd love to bathe in the warmth of his body and breathe in his pine scent, but you couldn't help but wonder where camie was. imagine how she'd feel if she saw you pressed up against her date like this.

before you could make a move to put distance between you and midoriya, he began speaking.

"are you thinking about, camie?" midoriya asked quietly, clearly able to read the expression on your face.

"yeah." you replied timidly.

"she's gone." he responded, emphasizing that last word.

you slowly raised your head, to meet his eyes for the first time since he arrived in the auditorium, "what?"

"she went to go see her boyfriend."

"i don't understand," you respond, a fog you didn't even realize was there to start with began to clear.

"i've been trying to tell you that camie and i were never together."

"but her twitter-"

"she was trying to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, which obviously it worked because she left within the first 20 minutes of us being here to be with him, which you would've noticed if you weren't avoiding me," he explained, taking your hand in his, "camie and i were never together. she and i were just using each other as a distraction from our problems. we are friends. nothing more nothing less,"

you stared at him in disbelief, the fog quickly turning into a red haze of anger, "why wouldn't you just tell me that from the beginning? and why did you even need to use camie? i mean, we'd gotten pretty close by that point, i don't understand why you couldn't confide in me, izuku," you say half to him, and half to yourself, ripping your hand out of his grasp in the process.

he loved hearing you say his first name, but not like this. not when you're angry with him.

"it is complicated," he frowned, defeat playing on his soft features.

"bullshit. you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about your problems. midoriya, i told you everything." you whisper-shouted, your heart jumping into your throat.

you'd quickly become very conscious of the fact that you were having this heated discussion in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by your peers. and it sure as hell didn't help that uraraka, sero, and, bakugou were all staring at you two from a distant spot on the wall of the dancefloor.

exasperated and mildly embarrassed, you unhook yourself from midoriya's steady grasp on your waist and storm your way out onto the balcony. he followed closely behind.

you thought the cold air would give you some clarity or maybe some kind of idea on how to navigate this conversation, but all it really did was anger you further, "why don't you trust me?" you choked out, tears brimming in your eyes.

"i- i do." midoriya pleaded.

"you don't!" you spat, turning your back to him and looking out to the musutafu skyline, finally allowing the tears to kiss your cheeks.

"you don't," you whispered, hanging your head, "you opted to rent a girlfriend and confuse the masses rather than just talk to me about your problems."

"how do you expect me to talk about my problems to the problem, y/n?" he finally snapped, turning you whole body to face him with one swift movement.

you pause, mulling over the weight of his words for a second.

"you're the problem, y/n." he starts, running an exasperated fist through his hair, "you've been the problem since the first time you messaged me. honestly, you've been the problem since we met!" he's pacing now, "seriously what did you want me to do? come to you and tell you how you're all i can think about and that all i wanna do is punch my best friend in the face because the girl i am hopelessly in love with loves him instead?"

he's in love with you?

izuku midoriya is in love with you?

your body is like a magnet, it moves all on it's own.

"you know, i had this whole speech i was gonna give you about how i was sorry for letting you think that even for an instant, there was another girl in my life that meant as much to me as you did-"

"oh, were you?" you cut in, stepping closer to him.

"-and i was going to tell you how sorry i am that i made you sad and that if you allowed me to do right by you, i would do everything in my power to make sure that you never felt sad again." he declares, breathless by the time he's finished his monologue.

"you have feelings for me?" you ask, inching closer to him.

"it's relatively impossible not to, y/n, have you met yourself?" he responds with a sigh, bringing his hand up to rub his forehead.

"poor taste." you quip, getting a rare eye roll from the boy in front of you.

"so, you started talking to camie to distract yourself from your feelings for me because you wanted me to be happy?" you question slowly, wanting to catch every change in reaction his face makes. you get a little closer.

"and you dropped todoroki without telling me because you thought i was into camie, and you wanted me to be happy?" he retorted. he's moving a little too.

a small laugh can't help but play in your throat before you deeply exhale, and bring your palm up to cup his freckled cheek. as if it were the most natural thing, he begins nuzzling into the warmth of your hand.

"i hate when he's right," you hum, thinking of your best friend and the first words he ever said to you when you mentioned involving midoriya in this whole mess, "he's never gonna let me live this down." you murmur, caressing the freckles under your thumb.

"when who is ri-" midoriya tries to inquire, but the words die in his throat, as you move towards him suddenly, lifting your head, and pressing your lips against his. after a few moments, you make a move to pull away, but the hand that wraps around your neck, and the other that holds your cheek holds you stationary, and simultaneously causes the kiss to deepen significantly. it does take much longer to confirm your suspicion that there is probably nothing else in the world you enjoy more than kissing izuku midoriya.

"wait, wait, wait," the greenette pulls away, earning a whiny groan from you, "as much i love that, i need to know what this means. i need to hear you say it."

"it means that i am hopelessly in love with you too. and that i'm sorry for putting you through that emotional rollercoaster. it means i am yours for as long as you'll have me." you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"hm." midoriya hummed in satisfaction, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, "can we agree on something?"

"sure."

"when it comes to one another, let's vow to be eternally selfish."

"pft, vowing to have you all to myself forever?" you laugh, "consider it done."

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FUN FACT: i am a sucker for a happy ending.

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[shulto-masusdesus]

the year is indeterminate. its quarantine at the ua dorms. heights alliance. three months or seventeen years have passed - judging by the size of the eldritch being that had begun residing upon midoriya's head during the most recent days, or hours, itd been many an unwashed day. as far as one's memory could go back, it was a hair dye prank gone wrong during their more energetic months. their more innocent months. or yesterday.

someone sneezes. like cthulu hesitating, a burst of motion, and then stillness.

coping methods included but were not limited to: screaming in groups at exactly 1:09 am; coloring; sewing; cleaning; abusing one jirou kyouka's instuments; knitting; gardening; cleaning; taking up osu; taking up writing; taking up drawing; starting a podcast; cleaning; cooking; panicking when somebody coughs; breaking your computer because you logged 7777 attempts on a particularly popular osu beatmap and still couldnt get a full clear; cleaning; gardening; wondering where youre unused underwear went; trying to catch the sock fairy by paying too much attention to the laundry cycles; taking charge of the laundry cycles; cleaning; finding that your unused underwear was being broken down for more sewing material; throwing knives; throwing darts because a knife got stuck in midoriya's hair; cleaning; trying new tea flavors; having nightmares about midoriya's hair; hosting seances; sewing; skipping multiple meals and having thirds of thirds at 11:47 pm; working out; cleaning; meditating; taking out your anger, frustration, and existential horror on your friends (commonly referred to as "sparring", a mutually relieving process for all involved parties); summoning demons; sleeping for 20 hours and saying up for three days afterward; cleaning; overconsuming coffee; overconsuming tea; overconsuming; underconsuming and becoming a Buddhist monk for a day; overconsuming; and much more.

yaoyorozu was a prime source for entertainment once everything was overconsumed, because boredom was the antidote to rational thought on both sides. multiple bands and/or orchestras were started within the period between aloe vera-watering days. none of them were dissolved. many a student learned break beat through sheer boredom and frustration. many of the bands were metal bands, and an orchestra was to be accompanied by screaming vocals.

rabbits could be trained to play drums. six students figured out how to be a one-man band. harmonica solos were played with the soulful sorrow of isolation with the same 19 other people, day in and day out. one student had no semblance of rhythm and his name was todoroki shouto, so he was on stylish triangle, cowbell, or dulcimer duty. he played with passion.

friendships were broken and remade and many students didnt talk to each other for every or any reason between hatred and overfamiliarity sufficient enough to eliminate the need for words. often a day would pass without a spoken word. hell was afoot in heights alliance.

a student named denki was on a month-long probation for the hair dye prank. there were many laughs and some hysterical sobbing over this.

classes continued, however, aizawa sensei was the only teacher anyone saw because keeping as immobile as possible negated the spread. there were many students in this school. and six confirmed cases. one wrong move could spell an entire student body down.

so aizawa sensei hemmed and hawed for an hour or so, and the other teachers actually tried to teach things (kudos to them) but was it ochakos fault that watering the hydrangeas felt more real and more urgent than ancient literature?? no. it wasnt.

so classes were kind of ignored by everyone except midoriya and bakugou because their rivalry kept them alive and sane and it was more fun to watch than to actually participate. iida really, really tried, but even he clocked out for the day at reading aloud over a fucking half-functioning video call. everyone did, really.

sometime during may a disco was hosted in the whole dorm for several days straight and everyone owed aoyama fifty bucks.

everyone who had a birthday was hailed as god, because new things were precious and they had to mentally and emotionally support each other and keep each other from trying to figure out how to cultivate weed from lavender.

all in all, quarantine was taking a toll on all of them and they really needed therapy anyway, but they lived and kept themselves together. mostly.

[uwuwriting]

Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

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[sasukelore]

Cockwarming with with todorki and bakugou? I love your work. -🧠

Summary ↳ NSFW, Some of the BNHA boys like to be kept warm. Cockwarming ensues.

Authors note ↳ Weewww another bnha hc? Yes. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about Naruto. I’ve been meaning to write these kinda hcs for months now, so I thought ‘why not go all out?’. I added Dabi and Hawks into the mix! Hope it’ll add some extra sizzle ✨ also for some reason the character headers are saying they’re explicit idkw LMAO I hope that doesn’t cause any problems or confusion!

Character(s) ↳ Dabi Todoroki Touya , Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Keigo Takami.

Warnings ↳ NSFW. Mentions of genitals, intercourse, kinky, cockwarming, degration.

Bakugou definitely uses cockwarming to tease and put you in your place. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t enjoy it... In fact, he might even overreact, just to see you writhe and whine still on his hardened member.

Move and you’re getting your head pushed into the pillows, a string of curses about how you should’ve listened to him, and that you don’t even deserve what happens next falling from Bakugou’s mouth

Bakugou can be rough as shown above, but he’s very attentive. If he sees you becoming too overstimulated, to where it doesn’t even feel good anymore, he might be a little concerned you’re really not enjoying yourself

He might try to vanilla things if that happens, if only just a little bit.

If you try to casually sink onto him, he’ll complain about what a brat you are sure, but his hands gripping your waist tells you something else

Bakugou loathes when you think you’ve gotten one over on him. Don’t go thinking you’re better than him, stubborn Baku will bite back a raspy groan just for that- Which is exactly what you want not to happen

His little noises have your legs twitching and the slick of your arousal running down your thighs, right down onto his.

He knows what it does to you, and that’s one of the ways he’ll take back control in the situation.

Your hips will be unexpectedly jerking, because fuck, he’s got his hand around your little throat, telling you to shut up, and that he thought you were suppose to be teasing him. You weren’t doing a very good job were you?

He’s boisterously laughing at you. Bakugou your superiority complex is showing 😌😩

But all of a sudden he’s mad at you, because yeah you’re really hot on top of him like this...

Huffing and puffing. He doesn’t want you to get off but he doesn’t wanna fuck you just yet. Just wants to savor the moment for a little while

It’ll be up to you to recognize that, and to rest your head on his shoulder, nails lightly scratching his biceps

Overall, the experience will bring out the bipolar in Bakugou. You never know what you’re gonna get with this man, but I cant say that any of the consequences will have you regretting anything.

Oh. Boy. Will tease you until the day you die.

Dabi would be very amused at you, if you initiated. He’d definitely indulge you, letting you take this as far as you planned.

Don’t take advantage of his graciousness though. The atmosphere can change in an second, and Dabi will have you pinned instead.

But it’s not like he would move or anything... No, you started the game and he wants to play it out.

Oh but you wanna cum? Bad girls don’t get to, but he supposes he can make an exception. Only if you do what he says though.

Dabi’s sweet condescending demeanor frenzies little whimpers to vibrate your throat and move your sweet pretty lips

You’re practically apologizing to this man? Intimidation is radiating of his scarred skin and you’re practically shaking. Which of course, only eggs his attitude on further

Dabi is definitely a clit player. Loves to lazily flick your click right to left back and forth. He’ll do it until you’re overstimulated and until you have tears in your eyes.

Dabi will get aggressive if you relentlessly disrupt the peace by rolling your hips.

Tugging your head by your hair and pulling roughly, all while he has a bored look on his face. He’s unfazed by your brattiness.

Be prepared for warnings, because he’s using his quirk to amplify the pain when he slaps your ass.

It’s really up to you, A have purple burn marks for a couple of weeks, or B, be a good little girl and stay still. Who knew it would be this hard

He’ll love to drawl out his little pet names for you, straight into your ear. Making sure it’s more breathy than normal, you’ll make out doll and sugar emitting from his scarred chapped lips

Shouto is the only one who uses cockwarming casually on a regular basis. While studying, working, maybe even eating, as you fall asleep, etc

He’s so touched starved, he borderline obsesses over wanting you so intimately close to him.

Don’t get me wrong, Shouto respects your space. But if you don’t stop him, he’s pulling you right in front of his lap, and gestures to get on. And who would deny him seriously 😭

He’s so soft. His arms are wrapped around your torso, and his cheek is being nuzzled into your neck

Expect him to be extra extra gentle with you. Kissing your forehead and lightly humming a nursery rhyme

Yeah, really only likes it because of how close he’s able to get to you.

He won’t ever use it as a punISHment or to tease, because of how much he genuinely likes it.

This baby gets so pure istg. He’ll rub your back and ask you about your day, how pretty you look, or if you’re hungry

But sometimes this does lead to actual sex, because he mind as well right?

His mouth opens with a low moan, and if you look closely you can see drool slipping from the corners of his lips

And if you’re falling asleep on him he’ll grasp your hips to grind down on him, just to keep you awake

Shouto is literally the most blunt person when it comes to asking you. Has no shame. Might even ask you in public if you wanna sit on him when you get home

Your back will be arching for this man as he takes your hardened buds on your chest, and delicately swirls his wet tongue in circles.

He lovesss to experiment with it. Making every move he can, just to see the pretty faces you make in reaction.

Love bites will be sprawled out all over your chest and shoulders and collar bones. He won’t get tired of it at all.

The problem with him, is that he will literally try to stick his dick in you anywhere and everywhere.

Don’t sit on his lap in public.... literally don’t. He knows what he’s doing too.The thought of someone seeing you being filled up gives him a sloppy smile and a sadistic laugh.

He’s definitely more of a gentle teaser, but he loves giving his little bird praises as you cry out his name and beg for him to move

“But that defeats the whole purpose? Have some patience for me, ok baby bird?” he says with a smile on his face, seeming unbothered. But his cock is twitching inside of you and his breath is raspy and without rhythm

Lowkey, he doesn’t take you seriously! You’re just so damn cute! Keigo teases you about it regularly. His little play thing, all nice and ready for him.

He pats your head with an endearing smile as you, whine about how he’s not being fair, and how he’s being mean. And to do something already.

He’ll focus on your doughy walls and groan at the warmness throbbing on his cock. He’ll pinch your clit, might even slap it, making you clench and unclench around him

And even after you both finish, he still remains inside of you as his places sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck

He’s the biggest tease here and he’ll never give you a break. He’s such a sadist with you, but he knows you love it.

He knows how much you like him calling you baby bird, a song bird, an endearing ‘nugget’ (which will make you giggle)

He’ll use his feathers to send shivers through your body. Feathering your nipples, playing with your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He’ll make them so they won’t even leave you alone, always there, even if it’s annoying you.

Sometimes he’ll get really personal when you’re with him, on him. He’ll say in a faint voice how you make him feel alive, how much he loves you in much more fainter tone. It’s almost a whisper as he traces little shapes onto the lower of your back.

He’ll get super serious when he’s on the verge of sleep. Being with you like this calms him.

[some-kindofgnome]

these violent delights, pt. i

In an immersive theme park where cutting-edge technology makes your wildest dreams come true, the line between fantasy and reality begins to blur. enter westworld, where artificially intelligent automatons known as ‘hosts’ are programmed to fulfill your every delight.

(westworld AU, eventual host!dabi x reader, host!keigo takami x reader, eventual shouto todoroki x f!reader)

part one | part two | part three

featuring: hanta sero, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, momo yaoyozoru, eijirou kirishima

part one: you prepare to enter the park for the bachelorette party your bridesmaids wanted. meanwhile, westworld’s capable employees prepare to roll out the latest programming update.

wc: 8.7k

pt. i warnings: smut (18+!), sci-fi dystopia, artificial intelligence, medical/surgical procedures, body modification. gun violence, robbery, kidnapping, drinking, death, no beta we die like teddy

notes: this is part one of my entry for The Smut Pile’s Western Collab! this is my very first server collab and I am so thrilled to be kicking it off with this plot monster. this is the first of three parts- it leans a little heavy on the world building, so stay tuned for parts two and three. the action dials up from here, promise! i’m excited to be putting out one of my first plot-heavy stories on this blog!

please note: part one borrows several events from season one, episodes one and two of the series. the story will branch off in its own direction in parts two and three. you do not need to be familiar with Westworld to enjoy this fic- so please give it a try! 💖

(MASTERLIST)

“This doesn’t feel right.”

Livestock Management technician Hanta Sero drifts idly from tool cart to operating table with his raven hair pulled back. He’s clad in a protective latex apron and gloves, approaching the table with a blowtorch in one hand and a long, slim pair of forceps in the other.

“That’s what it says here.” Denki Kaminari stands across the black-tiled room, his back reflected in the glass walls of the operating facility. He scrolls mindfully through a folding datapad with a crease of deep concentration in his golden brow.

Snapping his datapad shut, he lifts his chin to find Sero’s conflicted gaze across the lab.

“The specifications were pretty precise.”

“I know what the briefing said,” Sero retorts. “I just…”

He ignites the blowtorch and takes a deep breath, letting his gaze over slowly over the pale, unmarked flesh of the body stretched out on the table in front of him.

“What?” Kaminari takes in the sight before him. He lifts his eyebrows. “Oh. Well-“

He gets up from his stool, tugging his gloves back over his shirtsleeves and crossing the room toward Sero and the body in question. He picks up a scalpel, making a clean little cut just below the subject’s left nipple without any hesitation.

“Dude, stop!” Sero reaches with the hand still clutching his forceps, blanching as a thin well of blood trickles onto pristine flesh.

“He’s offline,” Denki chuckles. “He can’t feel a thing. You’ve patched these guys up a thousand times, Sero. What’s the problem?”

“I dunno,” Sero muses, drawing the back of one glove nervously over his temple. “I dunno. I think they’re starting to get too real. It’s messing with me.” He shoots Denki a weak chuckle and shakes his head.

“What do they need this guy all burned up for, anyway?”

“Momo told me he’s for the new narrative,” Denki replies, puzzling over the red hair and immaculate pale skin of their unsuspecting victim. “Some kind of grizzly new villain who’s supposed to stir up trouble.”

“Better make him extra fucked up, then.” The blowtorch, extinguished in Sero’s panic, is ignited again, but he’s still hesitating.

“Hey,” Denki prompts. “Why don’t we start with the system update? That’ll kill some time. And then- hey.” He reaches across the tool cart, grabbing for the bottle of black hair dye that came with the host’s modification kit. He shakes it in Sero’s face, letting a smug grin cross his features.

“I’ll do the carpet if you do the drapes.”

Sero and Denki find their rhythm easily enough. Before long, the tension dispels and they’re letting conversation flow smoothly between them, making weekend plans while Sero pushes polished silver staples into the now-scarred flesh of the transformed host.

“This guy’s older than he looks,” Denki quips from the tool cart, where he’s selecting an appropriately sized needle for the delicate work ahead of him. “His systems haven’t been updated in years.”

“I’ve never seen him in the park before,” Sero admits. He’s finishing the clean row of staples that trail from the corner of the host’s mouth to his ear, struggling to push the staple into the skin at the edges of his face. The sharp prongs don’t hold as well in the spots where the muscle and flesh thin to just skin stretched over bone. He looks up in frustration, shaking the spots from his concentrated gaze.

“Whoa,” he starts as he spots the way that Denki’s moved up between the host’s lean thighs. “You’re really gonna-“

“That’s what it says in the briefing,” Denki presses. He’s got the aforementioned needle in one hand and a bowl of curved barbells in the other; he’s gone a little grin about the gills, too.

“Sick fucks,” Sero snorts, shaking his head. “Doesn’t feel very historically accurate, does it?”

“Please,” Denki pushes. “If you think this has ever been about history, you’re in for a nasty surprise.”

“Christ, you wanna talk about nasty surprises,” Sero replies, blanching and averting his eyes while Denki inserts the first piercing. “Just wait’ll the guests get a look at him.”

"Bakugou's outdone himself this time," Denki agrees, brow furrowed with sympathy and panicked concentration as he unscrews the first barbell. "Those idiots won't know what hit 'em.”

“Bring yourself back online.”

Head of Programming Shouto Todoroki sits in front of the park’s newest addition, datapad spread across his lap. Sero and Denki’s work paid off; the new host is looking fiercer than ever.

Not new enough for Shouto’s tastes, though. He can still see the blue glint when “Dabi,” as his new narrative calls him, shifts into wakefulness and lets his eyes flutter open. He shoots Shouto a sinister grin but does not move from his seat.

Shouto doesn’t want to believe what they’ve done to him. He’s still nude, putting all his new modifications on brilliant display. The staples in his flesh look angry and inflamed. The scars, done perfectly to appear long-healed, still make his blood curdle.

He can’t even think about the flashes of silver that catch the light when Dabi crosses his legs.

“And who are you supposed to be?" Dabi growls an opening line that shakes Shouto more than it ought to. He sports a brand new drawl that fits the world he’ll be slotted into soon enough, but it’s too much, bouncing off the pristine glass and shiny tile beneath his bare feet.

“Lose the accent,” Shouto commands. Dabi's expression shifts a little, but he does not drop eye contact.

Shouto can’t help but wonder if they all stare like this. He hasn’t been alone with a host in a very long time. Especially not one with this kind of significance.

“Do you know where you are?” He presses, determined to push forward. The sooner he gets Dabi through analysis, the sooner he can pretend like the unsettling host doesn’t exist.

But Dabi’s voice with no drawl is even more spine-chilling.

“I am in a dream.”

“And… do you want to wake up from this dream?”

Dabi’s eyes drift away in a direction they’re not supposed to. For a moment, he casts his gaze down and to the left, letting it sweep across the edge of the room as his brow creases with terrifying subtlety.

The gesture is minuscule, almost as if he's recalling a distant memory. For a moment, Shouto can only admire its beauty.

Then he realizes it’s not supposed to be there.

“Yes,” Dabi continues, his voice soft and lilting and almost wistful. “I’m terrified.”

“Freeze all motor functions.” Shouto’s heart pounds in his chilled throat. His extremities have gone cold. But Dabi follows his instructions to the letter, freezing before he can even blink. Shouto questions why he expected any differently.

Not two minutes later, Head of Behaviour Momo Yaoyorozu ducks gracefully into Dabi’s glass prison. Shouto is still sitting exactly where he began, perched on a little rolling leather stool. Six feet away, Dabi has not moved, bare and frozen on a stool of his own.

"I got your page," Momo soothes, shutting the door quietly behind her and unfolding her datapad. The hinges go rigid when they sit flat, blending seamlessly into a broad tablet that she taps and scrolls quietly through.

“I checked his programming on the way over. There’s something new here,” she concludes. “But I don’t know who added it. Must have been one of the interns, or-“

“I know who it was,” Shou answers grimly, already scrolling meticulously through the lines of code that make up Dabi’s new personality. Momo freezes, looking up at him with cold surprise.

“You don’t think…”

“I do,” he confirms. He takes a deep breath to quell his racing heart and shoots his closest colleague a shaky look. “You’re going to want to see this.”

“Incredible,” Momo gasps a few moments later when Shouto asks Dabi the same series of questions and gets the same frightening response. He knows why it shakes him as much as it does, but it hasn’t occurred to him that someone like Momo would actually… appreciate them.

“It’s like he’s-“ she starts, then stops herself. The conclusion she’s drawn should be as impossible as it sounds. But it’s staring them both in the face.

“Like he’s remembering something.” She finishes her thought this time, and Shou clenches his jaw.

"He must have slipped the code into the update," he determines. "In the programming, he's calling them Reveries."

“Kind of poetic,” Momo muses, still admiring the way that Dabi’s eyes seem to mist as they stare into the middle-distance. “It makes him look so real.”

“The code pulls memories from his earlier programming,” Shouto continues, looking up at Momo and waiting for her to be as spooked as he is.

He’s almost frightened that she’ll be defensive. But she’s sharper than he’s given her credit for, and that revelation is enough to pull her from her stupor.

“That could cause a lot of problems,” she muses. “Especially if the loops haven’t been closed properly. They’re supposed to be wiped after every cycle, but if there are links pulling them back…”

“I know,” Shouto emphasizes. Momo straightens, planting matter-of-fact hands on matter-of-fact hips.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t think there’s anything I can do,” he confesses, turning back to catch another blood-chilling glimpse of the all-too-familiar host. “I can’t just pull the programming out from under him. He’ll know.”

“You can’t send him into the park with it. If it’s slotted in with the update, he could spread it to the other hosts.”

Shouto pushes his datapad aside and leans forward, steepling his fingers as he sighs deeply and descends into even deeper thought.

Momo’s right. With the Reveries included, the update has potentially disastrous consequences. But that’s operating on the assumption that his father makes mistakes, which most people would confirm is simply impossible.

If he clears the programming before letting Dabi go through, however, he’ll be facing the wrath of his father.

Shou purses his lips, lacing his fingers together but leaving the pointers extended and pursing his lips against the smooth joints.

“I think we’re going to have to.”

The glossy, perfect train- the first of many you'll take today, as you're told- pulls into a station that's even whiter than the train itself. Polished white floors and perfect whitewashed columns are the first things you see out the massive panoramic windows as the cars pull to a complete stop. When the doors glide open, your maid of honour touches your sleeve as the other girls filter out of your private compartment and onto the platform.

You’re far from the only ones disembarking the train. The rest of the platform is soon crowded by immaculately-dressed guests from all over the world. They bow and shift like a flock of starlings, moving in stark contrast past the perfectly-still bodies of the white-clad staff waiting to greet them.

A tall, statuesque woman with raven hair steps forward, addressing your maid of honour by name. She gives you an apologetic wave and a see you in there before disappearing amid the writhing sea of people.

You’ve been reading up on this place for weeks, scouring pamphlets and websites and guest reviews for every detail about the induction process you can glean from public knowledge. Details of the park itself are kept very private, but you’ve learned all you can about the way you’ll be introduced to it.

This place was not your first choice for the occasion at hand, but your friends practically insisted. You know it’s for selfish reasons- it’s the only chance they’re ever going to get to see the place for themselves- but you can already think of several places you’d rather celebrate your coming nuptials.

Not exactly your typical bachelorette party fare. But your friends agreed to wear matching dresses in that shade of pale green you couldn’t stay away from, so you’re giving them this.

Before long the platform is nearly cleared. You’re just starting to make your way toward the escalator, wondering what exactly became of the host who was supposed to greet you, when a soft croon of your name over one shoulder nearly shocks you out of your sandals.

Your host has arrived, and he’s even more gorgeous than you feared. Graceful and lithe-looking, he’s clad in a pristine white suit and turtleneck that contrasts the bold flashes of his golden hair perfectly. He shoots you a smooth smile, lit by razor-sharp tawny eyes and as he turns his face to catch the light, you can see that his jaw is grazed by the barest hint of scruff- perfectly groomed, just like the rest of him.

"Hello," you greet, trying not to lose your breath. You clasp the fingers of your right hand around the ring finger on your left- the remnants of your favourite new nervous habit. You've taken to twisting your engagement ring in moments of idleness or anxiety, but for safety's sake, you've left the flashy diamond at home.

You know you’re engaged. That’s what matters most.

“Good,” the host croons. You’re getting quickly used to his honeyed brogue, strong and low and sweet as he takes your hand and drops a suave kiss to your knuckles. “I’m glad you found your way here.” He jerks his head toward the emptying escalator, eyes never leaving yours.

“Follow me.”

As you’re ascending through the polished storeys of the park’s immaculate headquarters, your attendant rattles off a long list of mundane medical questions. He’s tapping away on a datapad as he walks, and you’re sure that whatever information he’s taking down will be swept away for later use.

Finally, he brings you to a plain-looking white door. He tucks away the datapad and slips his hands into his pockets. He’s graceful and perfect- too perfect. You’re starting to suspect that he’s no ordinary employee.

“Go on,” he urges, nodding toward the door. You shoot him a sideways little glance but step forward, hooking your fingers around the polished handle and pushing it open. You step inside.

The interior of the room- or closet, as it would be better described- is lit almost exclusively by glowing strip lights hidden in the crevices of the doorway, racks of clothing, and bordering a large series of mirrors that stud each wall.

It’s the biggest walk-in closet you’ve ever seen. And it’s filled to the brim with racks of clothing, all appropriate to the vague late-19th century setting of the park.

“Everything is bespoke,” pipes your immaculate attendant as he shuts the door behind him, “and exactly your size.” Painfully, you remember being asked for your body measurements in anticipation of this visit. Did they custom-tailor everything for each guest?

Or are you being given special treatment?

“You can pick out anything you’d like,” he continues, moving toward you, “and your other clothes will be waiting for you when you’ve finished your stay.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you muse, fingering the raspberry-coloured silk of a lavish-looking day dress.

“The clothes you choose will determine the course of your experience.”

Your attendant is right beside you now, so close that you can see the way his golden eyelashes brush his tanned cheeks. He’s leaning in to examine the silk same as you, but his shoulder pushes just a little close to be solely practical. As he grips the material between lithe fingers, he lifts his gaze to yours on purpose. There’s a charming lilt to his smile that you can’t help but admire.

He pauses, dropping the silk and turning to face you head-on. Though the smile has slipped from his features, he still eyes you with interest.

“You want to ask, don’t you?”

Your brain catches up immediately, confusion swelling and fading in the span of a heartbeat. It tightens to thick dread in your chest.

He’s right. You do.

“Are you real?” The words sound even more ridiculous in the air between you than they did in your head. But ever since you boarded the train it felt like you could never be sure. And he’s perfect. Too perfect. Even the way he takes your question seems scripted and rehearsed.

He gives a low chuckle and takes your hands, stroking smooth thumbs over the backs of your knuckles. Then he peeks up at you from beneath flawless dark lashes and flashes a hint of pearly canine as he speaks.

“If you can’t tell, does it really matter?”

You don’t need him to expand.

“Come,” he prompts gently, dropping one hand to pull open a drawer of delicate slips and shifts, sitting in neat, folded piles of undyed linen. Some are plain, others trimmed excessively with lace and ribbons. You’re drawn to the coloured ribbons immediately- pale peach, soft blue, mint green. But the brassy gold of your attendant’s eyes is even more magnetic and you can’t look away for longer than a handful of seconds.

“You know,” he continues, squeezing your fingers gently and moving back in to run his knuckles up the inside of your wrist. Every single one of his touches is delicate, fluttering like a songbird against your skin. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he looks at you.

“Some of these clothes are a little difficult to put on alone.”

He does not explain further, but he watches as you’re drawn to the same conclusion that he is.

You have to roll this one over in your mind for a long while. You left your engagement ring behind, but the engagement itself still stands. Then again, he told you to enjoy yourself here. ‘Make every use of the park’s benefits,’ he’d suggested.

He’s just a computer, you tell yourself. A glorified sex toy. Maybe he walks and talks and flirts like a real human being, but…

There’s something about him that’s making it hard to turn him down.

After a silence long enough for any normal person to question, you look up at your attendant once more. He’s patiently awaiting your response, having gone uncomfortably still. You're not even sure he'd blink if you stare long enough.

You give a tight little nod and he’s smiling again, the same lazy smile as before. His default expression, you’re beginning to gather. He reaches for your coat.

“Wait.” You stop him with one hand on either forearm. He’s touched you before, but it’s still shocking how warm he is. Even though the sleeves of his perfect white jacket, he feels unquestionably alive.

"Don't you have a name or something?"

“Of course I do,” he responds. “Would you like to hear it?”

“Um…” Your brow knits. “Yes.”

He slips around behind you, curling his fingers into the open folds of your jacket and beginning to slide the weighty material off your shoulders. As he does, he leans forward, letting his lips draw close to your ear and making you shiver.

“Call me Keigo.”

“Keigo,” you repeat. It’s pretty and rolls easily from your mouth in a slow purr of desire. You can’t help yourself anymore. Keigo’s been programmed to put you at ease, but he’s doing much more for you now.

He undresses you methodically, pausing only briefly to run a hand down the curve of your waist or dip his fingers under the point of your chin when he catches you looking down. Even when you’re standing completely naked in front of him, he does not move to touch you in any untoward manner.

Whatever unspoken arrangement you thought you had formed is obviously not as unspoken as you’d hoped.

With his help, you select some period-appropriate undergarments. He helps you into your breezy linen shift first, lovingly tying the drawstrings into a neat little bow at the centre front. The corset is not as uncomfortable as you'd anticipated, fitting you devastatingly well. Keigo’s skilled hands pull the laces with precise tension, and the whole time he breathes soft commands and inquiries over your shoulder.

“Too tight?” He whispers, holding the laces taught at your waist. You take a slow, deep breath, then shake your head.

“Good.”

He ties the laces off and helps you into two petticoats- one of plain white cotton, the other of decorative silk and lace. Then he sits you on a cool, leather-covered sofa on one edge of the room and drops to his knees in front of you.

“Uh-“ you start, but he produces a pair of silk stockings from seemingly nowhere, smirking over the tops of your knees.

“Let’s get this out of the way.”

He pushes your airy petticoats up from your ankles, letting the backs of his palms brush the insides of your knees. He shoves the material up to your thighs and your confusion is multiplied now- is this what you think it is?

The way he admires your thighs as you shyly press them together certainly makes it seem so.

"Keigo," you gasp, curling your fingers against the edge of the sofa. The leather is supple and delicate beneath your touch like you could tear it if you wanted to.

He looks up just in time to watch you hook a bare thigh over his shoulder, and his brows shoot into his pointed hairline.

You’ve decided what you want out of this trip.

"Dove," he chides, setting down the stockings and pushing them gently aside. He takes both hands up the backs of your calves, stroking perfectly manicured fingernails into the tender skin at the backs of your knees.

He drops a kiss to the inside of your thigh. His face disappears behind the swath of frothy white petticoats gathered in your lap, but you feel his hot breath on your skin clear as day.

“If you wanted something from me,” he purrs, “all you had to do was ask.”

“I’m asking now,” you hum, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch. He’s easy enough to convince. Somehow, the fact that you didn’t have to work very hard for this almost makes it feel more acceptable.

“Here’s my answer,” he replies, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a strangled gasp, thigh jolting against his face as he slips his hand under the other leg- still hooked over his shoulder. You let out a low, shaky breath, trying not to think about the mark he’ll leave.

He pushes your leg away after biting it, shoving your knees apart and leaning eagerly forward. His head is fully buried under your gathered petticoats at this point, and you can feel him nosing his way into the crook of your groin, sliding a few free fingers up to prod gently for your hair-dusted folds.

“Wet already, bluebird?” He chuckles into your skin, sending shivers up your spine. “I’m flattered.”

“Stop,” you groan. There’s heat rushing to your cheeks with every word that tumbles out of his pretty mouth. You don’t want any of this to stop, but the heat between your legs is the one quickly growing unbearable.

“Do you want me to?” Keigo sits back almost immediately, ridding you of the delicious tingles his close breath were sending across your skin.

“No, no!” You yelp sharply, indignantly, digging your bare heel into his back to keep him close. He stops as soon as you apply pressure, letting out a quiet little chuckle.

“Keep going,” you pant, curling your toes against his pretty jacket.

“Your wish is my command,” he hums, already leaning into your flesh again. He does not hesitate this time, burying his head between your legs and giving the weeping slit of your cunt a long lick.

His first touch is all it takes to remind you how long it’s been.

“Fuck,” you gasp, low and languid. He doesn’t hesitate to close his lips around your swelling clit and suck. He makes sharp, sloppy noises with his lips and tongue, and the way they resonate in your ears near-doubles your pleasure. He’s eating you out perfectly, with terrifying precision. The strength of his jaw and tongue remains almost painfully consistent.

All the better for drowning him out. Despite his easy-flowing attitude and suave charm, he’s not a person. And it isn’t unfaithful to want him like this.

Even if you know he wouldn’t like it.

Keigo is diligent and careful, plunging his tongue in and out of your needy hole before finding the nub of your clit again, hard and sensitive. When he flicks the tip of his tongue against the tender front of it your legs spasm and you cry out softly as sensitive goosebumps rush across your ribcage.

“Like that,” you plead breathlessly, drawing your foot up between his shoulder blades as the tension builds. “Again, please.”

You’re holding the swells of your petticoats up around your thighs for him, but your fingers are beginning to clench in the delicate material. You’re not going to last long at all beneath a tongue as talented as his.

“Don’t worry, dove,” he purrs into your body, sending thick vibrations through every nerve in your system, “I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

As he settles into his rhythm again, he plunges two fingers into your messy depths. He curls them tightly inside you, massaging your tender walls with a blunt and careful touch.

It takes little more than a few methodical strokes to make you fall. You cum with a tight little squeal, closing your thighs tightly around his head while you spasm and buck and sigh. He’s attentive enough to keep pumping his fingers through your orgasm, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible and greedily lapping at the wetness that trickles from your clenching pussy.

"That's it," he soothes, easing you down from your high with one calming hand on the column of your twitching thigh. As you settle, sweat-soaked, back into your seat he surfaces, sweat and shiny, sticky fluid sticking in the bristles of his perfect scruff. He licks his lips and you realize you’ve unconsciously mirrored him, doing the same.

In the moments directly following your peak you say nothing, looking down to meet his brassy gaze as deep uncertainty settles into your gut.

What happens now?

Keigo sits back on his haunches, pulling the folded pocket square from his breast and mopping up the mess on his chin and jaw like he'd done nothing more than spill a glass of wine or splash water over his lips.  

“Much better,” he croons, reaching for the discarded stockings from before. “Feeling a little more relaxed?”

You swallow hard.

“I’d say so.”

His smile is surprisingly bright and sunny.

“Good.” He hooks his fingers under your knee again, unhooking your leg from his shoulder. Sliding a palm down to your ankle, he fits one stocking deftly over your foot and slides it up your calf, continuing his work as if uninterrupted. He fits the stockings over your knees and ties them off carefully with slips of silk ribbon, sitting the knots just below your knees so the stockings won't fall. Then, he gets to his feet and offers you a hand.

“Let’s pick out the rest of your clothes, shall we?”

The park is even more immersive than you imagined. The photos do it no justice. When you step off the (genuine steam-powered) train at Sweetwater Station, it’s accompanied by a very real twinge of anxiety. The village is like a scene out of a Clint Eastwood movie. Only there are no cardboard sets here. The saloon doors really swing inward. The shops and businesses that line the main street are built from real, weathered lumber. The dust that’s kicked up by the hosts that go about their daily lives is already beginning to coat your new boots.

You sneeze.

“God bless you,” greets a kind stranger in a rough-hewn grey coat and white hat. He’s got a very apparent drawl to his voice, but the glint in his blue eyes is kind.

Back at the facility, guests and hosts were easy enough to distinguish from one another. Out here, it’s a little more difficult. You’re not sure whether to believe that everyone is real or assume they’re all fake.

Luckily, there are four women beside you whose humanity you are acutely aware of. You’re lucky enough to have found your bridesmaids on the train in- all clustered in the bar car, but together nonetheless.

And they’ve insisted on keeping the party going.

“C’mon, bride-to-be,” your maid of honour chides, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out of your reverie. “I know exactly where we need to go first.”

“It’s not even noon yet,” you protest, but the others are already miles ahead of you. You’re dragged easily into the broad, dusty street and toward those broad, swinging doors. The saloon stands proudly in the centre of town on a prominent corner with faded signs advertising its wares. And your maid of honour eagerly bats the doors open, striding boldly into the sun-soaked saloon.

The tables are surprisingly crowded for this time of day. It’s most likely a flood of guests, disembarking the train and heading straight for the local watering hole for a real taste of the action.  Beyond their idle chatter tinkles the bright keys of a player piano against one wall. You can see the player scroll turning in the piano’s upright fixture, but that doesn’t change the unsettling way that the keys seem to press themselves.

It’s an eerie fixture in a town populated by walking, talking player pianos.

The man behind the bar bleeds Old West stereotypes from every pore. He’s got a huge, exaggerated greying moustache and a tweed waistcoat with shirtsleeves bound back for work. He’s polishing an empty glass with a cotton rag, but you spot him just in time to watch him politely greet a guest and reach behind him for a frosted bottle of unlabeled whisky.

The only other fixtures in the place are the women patrolling it, clad in colourful, lacy outfits that you’re certain violate some kind of historical convention. But they’re all breathtakingly beautiful, bosoms heaving over tightly laced corsets and fluttering from table to table like songbirds. They seem to provide little more than decoration and, as you settle into a table not far from the door, they fade easily into the background.

Until one of them screams.

You’ve read as many stories as you could scour the internet for before coming here. You know this place can get intense. Details of the park’s narratives and interactive storylines are kept under wraps as much as possible, so you can’t be sure whether this is out of the ordinary or not.

But when you whip around to find the source of the blood-curdling shriek, it doesn’t feel scripted.

It doesn’t feel scripted when the pretty girl in peach lace flings herself to the feet of a brand-new guest, here with his wife and their young son gaping from across the table. It doesn’t feel like she’s supposed to be wracked with sobs having never exchanged a word with this man.

It doesn’t feel like she should be pleading with him.

But the sobs wrack her body anyway, and her rosy little cheeks are flushed deeply now as she sniffles and blubbers.

“My daughter,” she begs hoarsely. “My girl, my daughter, please, I know you have her. Give her back to me, please. I know you took her. Give her back to me, I’ll do anything.”

Whether the father-of-one knows what she's talking about or not he's white as a sheet, stumbling backwards against the edge of his wife's table and pushing his arms forward, trying to keep her away.

The player piano finishes its tune, keys stilling as the saloon’s patrons look on in shock. And for an honest handful of heartbeats, the saloon is silent save for the host’s ragged sobs.

It takes a few moments for the player scroll to re-align itself before the tune restarts, and as the familiar notes cycle back through the saloon the host re-centres herself, climbing to her feet. There's a hardened resolve on her tear-stained face as her target looks around, gathering his wife and son with a this is bullshit and turning to leave.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me-“ the host begins to snarl. She lunches for the man, hands outstretched for the back of his brand new jacket, or maybe the brim of his crisp Stetson.

“Freeze all motor functions!”

A deep voice booms from the door of the saloon, amplified and simultaneously muffled with the use of a megaphone. The girl, and every other host in the saloon, freezes in place as though they’ve been paused. They don’t just stand still- they’re paralyzed. The smiling bartender is stalled with a glass in his hand; he doesn’t even blink.

In the doorway stands a hulking man of at least six and a half feet, seeming nearly as broad across the shoulders as he is tall. He wears a black uniform, armored black vest and heavy combat boots with a head of brilliant red hair spilling over his shoulders. As he lowers the megaphone he’s grinning, the bare flash of a sharp canine catching the low light of the bar.

“Sorry for the intrusion, folks,” he declares, striding across the floorboards toward the frozen host. Her expression is paused in a sneer of sheer horror and aggression, her hand outstretched for the man who has long since stepped aside.

The red-haired guardian angel, who has the name Kirishima stitched neatly onto the breast of his protective gear in white thread, catches your gaze. He shoots you a familiar little wink and a nod, a soft y’alright? escaping his throat in a quiet little growl.

You lick your lips, nodding slowly. Kirishima averts his gaze and reaches for the frozen host. As soon as he touches her skin she goes limp, falling easily into his powerful hold. He hoists her body over one shoulder and surveys the saloon, touching two fingertips to his forehead in a bright little salute.

“Please, don’t let me intrude on your stay any longer,” he continues. “As you were, everybody. Resume.”

The last word seems to be a command for the hosts in the room, as they spin to life again. They resume their rounds as if no time had passed at all; as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever transgressed.

Spooked, but encouraged by Kirishima’s smooth removal of the offending host, the guests around you go hesitantly back to their conversations. The player piano, also halted by Kirishima’s commands, has resumed its delicate play, and slowly the environment returns to the way it was before.

Your friends are among those willing to brush off the incident.

"What happened?" mumbles your maid of honour across the table, as if the host were still around to overhear her. As if the host's friends might be listening in to see if anybody's talking about her.

“No idea,” quips one of the other girls. “Must be some kind of glitch.” She looks over her shoulder, watching the remaining hosts at the bar. “I wonder if it happens often.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Head of Narrative Katsuki Bakugou slams a stack of papers onto the table in front of him, disrupting the intricate hologram that provides a real-time, scale model of the park to the room’s occupants.

“Katsuki!” Momo scolds, watching the hologram stutter and flicker. It’s not the first table he’s damaged.

“You’re not pulling my fucking narrative. It rolls out today. Do you have any idea how many writers I had busting ass on that thing?”

“It doesn’t matter now,” she retorts, tapping the screen of the datapad she’s got hooked tightly in the crook of her other arm. “You saw the host that Eijirou pulled, didn’t you? The fact that he had to step in at all means things got way out of hand…”

“Bullshit,” Katsuki retorts, sweeping his papers off the holo-table (and shattering the image one more time). “That was a fucking glitch. You don’t even have the results back from Behaviour yet.”

“I already know what they’re going to say,” Momo continues.

“That’s right,” Katsuki snarls. “I forgot you know everything around here.”

“She was carrying the latest update. There must be something wrong with the code.” Momo tries not to remember Dabi and his distant stare. She swallows the part about the extra coding slipped in by the man who could do no wrong.

She flips her datapad shut- it’s doing her any good, since Katsuki’s right. The results from Behaviour regarding the misaligned host won’t be ready for some time.

“You can’t. Pull. That. Narrative.” Katsuki’s squared up now, all the gathered papers tucked under his arm. His jaw is ticked, nostrils flaring as his eyes flash. “An entire trainload of guests is wandering around Sweetwater looking for the stories they fucking paid for. If you pull the plug, there’s nothing left.”

He’s right again.

“Look.” Katsuki crosses to the holo-table one more time, only this time it’s without the murderous intent in his gaze. For once he’s ready to use the table as intended, pin-pointing the broad, dusty street of Sweetwater’s main strip and bringing up a live feed of the bustling little town.

"Dabi is riding through here in less than two hours," he continues. "Dial-up his aggression a little. Make him shoot up the place. If you want to pull the hosts, at least let them go out with a bang.”

Momo isn’t convinced. But it’s the closest thing to a happy medium she can picture at the moment. Katsuki, as prolific as ever, knows how to think on his feet.

“How many d’you think he’ll take out?” She probes quietly, quirking an interested brow.

“Enough to keep the guests AND your Doctor Frankensteins entertained while I find us some more loopholes.”

Her mind races through more questions. But the panic, fluttering high and shallow in her chest, has somehow been replaced by a delicate sort of reassurance.

She flips open the datapad one more time, activating the remote host commands available only to an employee of her standing. Finding Dabi’s program file, she does exactly as Katsuki suggests and dials up the aggression in his behaviour stats by eighty percent.

“This had better work,” she threatens softly, but Katsuki’s already folding his arms across his chest, looking far too satisfied with himself. His ego is insufferable, but his talent is unmatched. Worth suffering for.

His mouth splits into a triumphant grin as he shoots an idle glance at the live Sweetwater feed. The only stage he’s ever needed.

“’Course it will.”

The afternoon sun has nearly dipped behind the tallest rooftops in Sweetwater when your friends stumble out of the saloon. Your friends are already tipsy, giggling and clutching each other as they try not to trip over the hems of their skirts. They’re all a little too eager to pull out the extravagant lace fans that pair perfectly with their colourful dresses and fan at their heaving bosoms.

As you bound down the steps and into the dirt road, you dive seamlessly into the milling crowd of hosts and guests, starting to swim. If you’re about to be caught in the eye of a devastatingly orchestrated narrative maelstrom, you’re blissfully unaware.

“Give me the time,” Katsuki grunts from the Sweetwater side of the holo-table. Momo glances up at the digital clock on the wall.

“Thirteen fifty-eight, forty-two,” she notes. Katsuki’s got the camera feed trained on a lone trio of riders, clad in black and plodding steadily toward Sweetwater. He watches carefully, keeping an eye turned on the clock.

“They’re going to be late,” he grunts bitterly, folding his arms over his chest. Sero, Denki and Kirishima, who have all crowded around the holo-table on their lunch breaks to watch the show, snort in near-unison.

“I don’t think anyone down there’s keeping track,” Denki quips, smoothing his palms down the front of his crisp shirt, apronless for once. Katsuki shoots him a vicious glare.

“You wanna go back to your sewing room or what?”

Denki goes quiet.

Inside the park, the sun passes behind a cloud. The light shifts just enough to draw your gaze, and when you look up, you’re among the first to spot a few dark shapes approaching. They’re close enough that you can make them out as riders, all on horses as black as the wide-brimmed hats on their heads.

There’s something about them, their precise formation and the slow, plodding, deliberate pace of their horses that holds your attention. You can’t quite write them off as guests, no matter how much they stand out from the dully-dressed villagers around you.

You glance across the street just long enough to spot a WANTED poster tacked to a column not far off. You can’t make out any of the writing on it, but the face is distinct- dark, shaded patches covering his jaw, chin and lower lip, carving out two shadowy patches under his eyes.

There’s something about the narrow shape of his cheeks that pulls familiar.

But you don’t have to wonder much longer.

The three riders ride quietly into town, the crowd parting around them with little more than low murmurs and dull, lidded fear. They pull to a stop in front of the saloon, barely twenty feet from you.

The cowboy in the grey tweed coat who caught your eye fresh off the train approaches the riders. He’s got a revolver holstered on one hip, and he draws it slowly out of its pouch as he squares up with the horse at the lead of the pack.

“Haven’t you seen the signs with your mug on ‘em?” He drawls, his face drawn into an expression of tense righteousness. He jerks his chin toward the nearest one, the WANTED sign you’d seen seconds earlier. “You’re not welcome here, Dabi.”

The taller rider in the centre- Dabi- tilts his chin into the sunlight, and that’s when you catch sight of its purplish colour. His face glints with silver, a perfect match for the drawing posted across the street.

He does not hesitate, drawing his own revolver in one smooth motion and shooting the cowboy in the chest. The gun discharges with a crack that’s louder than you ever imagined it could be, punctuated by the screams of bystanders nearby.

As the village descends into panic you stand there dumbstruck, watching the chaos unfold.

“Wait for it,” Katsuki grunts, hiding his satisfied grin as his colleagues watch in rapt fascination. Sero hasn’t blinked since the action began.

“You sure?” Dabi rasps, voice muffled by the feed. He produces a shiny golden badge and flipping it, like a silver dollar, onto the expiring corpse of the righteous host.

“No,” Denki whines. “He killed the sheriff?”

“Shut up and keep watching,” Katsuki growls, quelling the proud adrenaline pumping through his veins. There’s nothing quite like seeing his hard work come to life- supremely worth fighting with Momo over.

Dabi smirks, tipping the brim of his hat.

“Seems like invitation enough to me.”

He swings capably off his horse and you can’t deny your fascination with the mystery surrounding him. You should be terrified, but there’s something about the cool confidence with which he carries himself that you can’t quite put aside.

If the women flocking to the windows on either side of the street are any indication, you’re not the only one who feels that way. In a brief moment of lucidity, you take a glance around you. Your bridesmaids have disappeared, disappearing in the panicked mass of flooding crowds after the scarred rider fired his first shot.

He’s followed by a second rider on his right flank, both quickly disappearing into the bar. The third rider- a petite blonde woman swathed in a heavy coat- gets down off her horse and turns quickly toward her saddlebags. When she comes around the front side of her steed, she’s got a shotgun in her hands.

She’s loading it. The pandemonium amplifies. At her feet, there’s a long, thick coil of rope that’s partially unwound and trailing into the saloon. It’s unwinding slowly, with dull screams and shattering glass echoing from inside.

That’s all you have time to notice before another shot goes off in front of you. The little blonde girl’s levelled her shotgun, emptying her rounds at anyone who raises a weapon against her. You’re barely standing ten feet away. But she passes you clean over.

Is it because you're a guest? The only ones who have fallen at her hand are the hosts, capable of being hurt by her gunshots. The guests who haven't taken off are clustered in the windows of shops or hiding behind broad wooden columns, but there is no fear painted on their faces.

You know the hosts can’t hurt you. But there’s something about the thrill of it all that sends adrenaline pumping through your veins anyway. There’s a cool mystery to all of the black-clad riders.

A part of you wants to join them. If you can be anyone you want in here… why not one of them? Why not swing cooly down from your horse and terrorize, when there are no consequences to your actions?

You take one step backwards, then another. Your senses are finally coming back to you. You should run. Disengage. Maybe you can’t be caught in the crossfire, but you can’t stand dumbly in the empty street, either.

Something has to change.

Before you can make it to the safety of a storefront, a pattern of three gunshots in tight succession from inside the saloon triggers something in the blonde, still picking off hosts. There are bodies littering the street.  

She lowers her shotgun and hops back onto her horse, spurring it on with a sharp whistle. The beast takes off without hesitation, and it’s then that you realize the other end of the coiled rope is wound around her saddlehorn. As the horse strains its haunches and pushes forward the rope goes taut. And as the pair of them take off down the street, the spoils emerge: a heavy wrought iron safe, bursting out of the saloon doors and leaving nothing but splintered remains in its wake.

It bounces and rolls down the steps and slides smoothly as soon as it hits the dirt street. The blonde shooter and her horse disappear, safe in tow.

You wonder what became of the bartender inside and his friendly moustache.

Dabi emerges seconds later, a fresh rifle clutched lazily in one hand. His companion’s lost his hat in the turmoil inside- he’s blonde, too, with a deep scar splitting his forehead from hairline to brow.

"Let today be a lesson for every one of you," Dabi calls, re-cocking his shotgun as he surveys the fresh bodies and fleeing guests. You've stopped dead all over again, drawn to him like a magnet despite your best judgement.

He levels the shotgun, aiming it about five feet to your right. You follow his gaze. In the window over your shoulder, with her hands pressed to the glass, is a little girl no older than five. She’s watching Dabi and his riders with fearful fascination and does not seem to realize that she’s been targeted.

You don’t care if she’s a guest or not. She’s a human girl with big, lively eyes, and your adrenal glands work faster than your sense of logic.

Dabi shuts one eye, tilting his head. The corner of one lip curls ever so slightly as he concentrates, taking aim. “And that lesson is-“

“Stop.” You step in front of the window, spreading your arms and drawing his attention for the first time. When he looks at you over the top of his shotgun, his expression goes slack. He drops the shotgun and his eyes are wide, wider than they’re supposed to be, almost.

You’re close enough to see that they’re a shocking shade of blue. That blue strikes an achingly familiar chord in your heart.

You recognize those eyes.

“What the fuck!”

If the holo-table didn’t weigh half a ton, Katsuki would’ve flipped it on its end. The feed is as smooth as ever, but his face has gone scarlet as he paces away from the table, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“What? What’s wrong?” Kirishima’s well past the end of his lunch break by now, but there’s no way in hell he’s going back to work before seeing the way this plays out.

“He stopped,” Katsuki growls. “He’s not s’posed to fucking stop.”

Dabi’s been stopped on the brink of a speech that took Katsuki days to put together. He’s been waiting to hear it delivered for weeks. It’s the speech that Dabi’s entire narrative was hinged on, forged out of countless sleepless nights and careless notes scribbled idly on coffee breaks.

“Holy shit.” There’s a genuine shock in Denki’s voice that’s enough to make Katsuki turn around. Denki’s gone white, Sero beside him, too.

“You’d better get over here and see this, dude,” Kirishima mutters, jerking his chin toward the feed. Momo’s watching over his shoulder, too, one hand pressed to her pursed lips.

“That’s a guest, isn’t it?” Sero quips. Silence settles over the room.

“I’ll get Shouto,” Momo declares, turning away and opening up her datapad.

“What’s going on?” Shouto bursts into the holo-room not two minutes later, mismatched eyes lit up with urgent concern. “Did I read your message right? I-“

Katsuki’s pacing the room, quieter than ever. Denki, Sero and Kirishima are still gathered around the feed, winding back the stream to replay the events that have sent them all spiralling. Momo’s the only one who even acknowledges his presence.

“Something’s happening in the park,” she explains, hushed and tight as she meets him at the door. “Another updated host is off-script.”

“How bad is it this time?” Shouto asks, hiding the dread that’s spreading in his gut. He had hoped that the girl from the saloon was just an unexpected glitch, but the results from Behaviour told another story.

Still, two deviances in just the first day of the update feels worse than he dreaded.

“You’d better take a look for yourself.”

Momo leads him to the holo-table and the feed, letting the other boys step aside. Shouto steps up to the projection, watching Dabi ride into town. Watching him break into the saloon with Twice and Toga, two other repurposed hosts, by his side.

He watches Toga ride off with the safe behind her and watches Dabi start his speech. And then, from a near-birds-eye view, he watches Dabi spot you of all people. Dabi lowers his rifle and strides toward you.

Shou’s heart leaps into his throat.

With dull horror he watches Dabi slip a leather-gloved hand under your chin. He watches you tilt your jaw into his touch. You’re fascinated by him. Even though the dust and pixels it's painfully obvious.

Dabi seems to notice, too, since he stoops low and hoists you over his shoulder without another word. You struggle, but he holds you fast. He strides across the road to his horse and sets you- still squirming and fighting- in the saddle, climbing on behind you and grabbing you tightly before you can escape.

Just before he spurs his gargantuan black steed forward, he pauses to glance over his shoulder. Shouto can’t be certain, but for a moment it seems like Dabi’s found the camera, staring plainly up at Shouto through its low-quality lens.

A breath passes. He looks away, gives a whistle, and disappears into the wilds beyond the town.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Kirishima presses. “Katsuki, you didn’t program him to kidnap a guest, did you?”

“Of course not,” Katsuki snarls from across the room, his nerves fraying dangerously. “What kind of idiot do you think I am? Do I look like a walking liability to you?”

“Look, it’s fine,” Denki chimes in. “It’s not like he can hurt her or anything. Just chalk it up to the park experience. Tell her Dabi kidnaps random nobodies all the time.”

The room goes quiet as a crypt. Kirishima looks at Shouto. Shouto looks at Katsuki. Katsuki looks at Momo, and Momo takes a slow, deep breath.

“Do you want to tell him, Shouto?” she asks, “or should I?”

Shouto closes his eyes and tries to quell the panic rising in the back of his throat. He shoots Denki a cold look, jaw ticked but eyes blazing.

“That’s my fiancé,” he mutters, low and shaky. “Dabi kidnapped my fiancé.”

[hopelesshawks]

History of Us Part 17- Family Dinner

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Masterlist Kofi

You frown down at the mysterious text from the unknown number. Something about it gave you an uneasy feeling but you brush it aside for now. You have other things to focus on. Other things like the fact that the way to Shoto’s house is looking awfully familiar. “Do you still live in our old neighborhood?” you ask suddenly as you and Shoto walk side by side. “Yes. Different house but same neighborhood, why?” he asks. “This is where we moved back to,” you explain, “my house is down that way.” “In that case do you want to invite your mom as well?” Shoto asks but you shake your head. “She’s working a shift right now. Maybe next time?” you offer. “Next time,” Shoto replies with a soft smile.

Something warm blooms in his chest at your mention of a next time. He’d missed you over the years certainly, but he didn’t realize just how much until he finally had you back. You’re different now, sure, but so is he. Neither of you are the children you once were and yet reconnecting had been as natural as anything else. The two of you had slipped back into a rhythm as if no time had passed and he was forever grateful for that. He watched your face as the two of you walk, your eyes lit up with a combination of nerves and excitement, and he has a flickering thought that you look absolutely beautiful that way. “Is there something on my face?” you ask suddenly. “What?” he asks, blinking at you in confusion. “You’re staring Sho,” you laugh. “Oh! Sorry,” he says, a light flush dusting his cheeks as he sharply turns his gaze away. “It’s fine! It’s still weird being friends again for me too,” you assure him. “Yes... Yes you’re right, that’s it,” Shoto says, more to himself than you, as you finally arrive at his house.

Shoto pushes open the door, calling out to let the family know he’s arrived. Rei comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands off on a dish rag, but stops in her tracks when she spots you. You freeze in place as you wait to see how she’ll react. You haven’t seen her since her hospitalization. There are more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes then the last time you saw her and you hope it’s from smiling more since she was released after the Dabi incident. You start to see tears gathering in the corners of her eyes but before you can apologize for upsetting her, she’s striding forward to pull you into a hug. It takes you a second to process what’s happening but then you eagerly return the hug, clutching her tightly to you. Her hand strokes over your hair gently a couple times before she pulls back to look at you properly. “You’ve gotten so big! And your performance at the sports festival was truly incredible,” she compliments you. “Ah thank you,” you reply sheepishly. “Come in, come in. How’s your mother doing? I’ve missed her,” Rei asks as she ushers you through to the dining room. “She’s doing well! Work keeps her busy most of the time though,” you respond.

Shoto trails behind, watching fondly as his mother fawns over you. He stops in the kitchen to say hi to his sister who is attending to the food still cooking. “You brought a new friend home instead of Midoriya and Bakugo,” she notes. “Not a new friend, look closer,” Shoto corrects as he leans against the counter next to his sister. She stops what she’s doing to take a closer look at you, eyes widening in disbelief after a moment. “Is that-“ “Yep.” “I thought you said she hated you.” “We made up at the sports festival.” “I’m happy for you,” Fuyumi smiles. “Thank you,” Shoto replies as his eyes wander back to where his mother continues to chatter away with you at the kitchen table. He startles slightly as a hand claps him on the shoulder, turning to find Natsuo has finally arrived. “Been a minute baby bro. The living nightmare hasn’t arrived yet has he?” Natsuo asks casually. “Blissfully no, although I doubt that will last much longer,” Shoto acknowledges. “Will you two play nice? Shoto brought a guest,” Fuyumi chides. “Oh dumpster fire mentioned that, is it not the usual two?” Natsuo asks curiously. “Nope,” Shoto replies. “It’s sweet little (y/n). Remember her?” Fuyumi exclaims. “Ah she’s a little different than you remember,” Shoto chuckles but before he can elaborate Rei is returning to shoo all of her children into the dining room while she finishes up.

It’s nice talking to the Todoroki siblings and catching up. You’d never really known Natsuo and Fuyumi growing up so you appreciate getting the opportunity to now. You’d even managed not to get too outlandish as you joked around with them, your self-proclaimed gremlin nature laying dormant. At least until Endeavor finally returned home. None of you heard the front door open, too wrapped up in your conversation. He walks into the room and although he’s initially happy to see his family laughing and talking together, his eyes narrow as he spots you. “What are you doing here?” he asks, standing to his full height. “Shoto did you hear that? Sounds like a little bitch talking,” you snap instinctively, as you turn to glare at the new arrival. Everyone but Shoto and Endeavor look surprised. “Shoto I was under the impression you’d be bringing a friend along,” Endeavor replies through gritted teeth. “I did bring a friend,” Shoto replies easily. “You said she hated you,” Endeavor fires back. “Past tense! We settled our differences through the only language you and my father taught us. Violence,” you cut in, grin a little feral. “Do not lump me in with that villain,” Endeavor all but growls. “But that was your training buddy,” Shoto refutes with a straight face. “I do recall you two proclaiming you’d die for each other on multiple occasions,” you taunt. “Ah yes, everyone knows best friends who abuse children together, stay together,” Shoto adds. Fuyumi and Rei watch on stunned as Natsuo barely suppresses his surprised laughter at you and Shoto’s comments. “I, at least, am trying to be better,” Endeavor snaps. “Try harder,” you and Shoto both say at the exact same time. Endeavor looks as if he’s about to growl out another response but Rei is swiftly out of her seat to put a placating hand on Endeavor’s chest. “Ok, ok, let’s call a truce. Enji you go get changed out of your work uniform and then we can all just sit down for a nice meal,” Rei proposes. Endeavor mutters something under his breath but agrees none the less before storming off to go get changed. “Ok, petition for (y/n) to replace dad at all family functions?” Natsuo grins. “Natsuo,” Rei chides gently. “I second the petition,” Shoto replies, causing you to cackle. The fondly exasperated look on Rei’s face makes dealing with Endeavor worth it.

The dinner goes surprisingly smoothly even with Endeavor there. He seems far less intimidating when he’s not in his hero costume, which only further enables you and Shoto’s belligerence any time the man dares make his displeasure with your presence known. You can’t imagine why you were worried about them accepting you. The entire night is suffused with a warmth you’ve missed. You love your mother but the past several years have been difficult for her. To suddenly be solely responsible for supporting both of you financially all while dealing with the stigma of her husband’s reputation has meant work is twice as hard and keeps her twice as busy as it did when you were younger. You had missed having Mrs. Todoroki to lean on and in many ways she feels like a second mother to you. Not to mention finally getting to interact properly with Natsuo and Fuyumi. When dinner is finished, Endeavor and Rei are the ones to clear up the plates and begin cleaning up the kitchen. You keep talking with Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto for awhile before you finally decide to get up and grab some water from the kitchen. You excuse yourself from the table and head that direction, but just before you enter the other room you notice Rei and Enji speaking in hushed voices to each other. Curiosity drives you closer and you decide to hover on the other side of the doorway and eavesdrop.

“I thought you and Shoto were making progress. What happened?” Rei asks with concern as Endeavor scrubs away at a dish. “That girl happened,” Endeavor replies. “That girl has a name,” Rei says warningly. “Yes she does. It’s (Y/l/n) and I seem to be the only one who remembers that fact,” Enji retorts. “You cannot judge her by the sins of her father.” “She was there Rei. He brought her for a reason.” “Yes, just as you took Touya out to the woods that day for a reason. Just because you have a certain intent doesn’t mean your children will share it. You should know better than anyone that being related to a villain doesn’t make someone one.” “I’m just trying to protect Shoto from the betrayal and pain I felt. I don’t want her hurting him.” “I know but whether she’s going to hurt him or not, that’s a mistake he’ll have to make himself.”

You try not to flinch at Rei’s words. You’re used to people doubting your intentions because of your father but to hear it from Rei stings. You’d expected her to insist you’d never hurt Shoto. You decide you don’t want to hear anymore and head back to the dining room, water glass still empty. “I thought you went to grab water,” Fuyumi points out as you return. “Oh, I ended up drinking it on the way back over here and I’m too lazy to go refill it again,” you lie. She and Natsuo seem to accept the lie easily, resuming the conversation they’d been having, but Shoto gives you a concerned look. He scans your face as if he could ascertain what’s wrong if he looked hard enough. He catches your eye and mouths “what’s wrong?” but you simply shake your head and give him what you hope is a reassuring smile.

Eventually it’s time for you and Shoto to head back to the dorms. You swallow down your hurt as you hug Rei goodbye and then say your goodbyes to the other Todoroki siblings. Endeavor hovers in the doorway out of obligation, saying his goodbyes to Shoto before staring at you warily. “Good seeing you too, fuckface,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes. You count Shoto’s amused smile as a win. As the two of you start walking to the train that will take you back towards campus, part of you worries that Shoto will grill you on what’s wrong now that the two of you are alone. He looks somewhat deep in thought as the two of you walk and you brace yourself for the question you’re not prepared to answer as he finally opens his mouth. “Want to have another movie night tonight?” he finally asks. You blink at him in confusion for a moment as the words process. When you fully realize he’s not pressuring you to tell him what’s wrong, relief washes over you like a wave. “That sounds perfect,” you sigh, some of the tension leaving your body on the exhale. “Great,” Shoto affirms and when the two of you make eye contact you know he understands how you’re feeling perfectly. The two of you continue on your way in companionable silence and, not for the first time, you find yourself incredibly grateful to have Shoto by your side again.

A/N: I live for Shoto and (y/n) roasting Endeavor tbh. Also Rei only phrased things the way she did because she was trying to appeal to Endeavor and didn’t think the kids would hear her. This is why you shouldn’t eavesdrop 🥲 Anyway, next chapter we’ll finally find out what exactly happened when (y/n) was 8 and why her father is so hated.

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[prismatales]

Dad

Part 3 of Endeavor with a quirkless child.

(Manga spoilers)

What if instead of Natsuo it's Reader who gets kidnapped and taken hostage? Is her relationship with her father getting better? only one way to find out!

Part 1 - Part 2

Warning: Tw:death, Tw:Near death experiences, Tw:physical violence, Angst.

Screams of horror came out from a hospital room, a nurse and a doctor were quick to rush inside in order to calm down the terrified woman. A young girl was sitting against the wall outside of the room, face hidden behind her knees as she hugged them closer to her shaking body, her brother and sister did the best they could in order to comfort her and calm the sadness growing inside of her, neither of them knew about the dark thoughts crossing her mind.

That same night she stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at her reflection with a stare filled with misery and utter disgust, long silky red hair down to her waist, she couldn't look at it without thinking of the terrified look on her mother's face the moment she walked inside her hospital room. Lifeless eyes looking at her reflection as she grabbed a portion of her locks with shaky hands and a pair of scissors, slowly starting to do small nips before picking up the pace and starting to cut desperately, small sobs and whimpers resonated through the bathroom walls as she left the floor covered in a mass of red hair, the steam from the hot shower covering the mirror in a thick layer of moisture....

Your hand wiped at the steam covering the mirror in the dorm's bathroom, a look of doubt adorned your face at the sight of the reflection, it was...strange to look at it for a minute, no longer having blonde on the ends of your hair was odd, specially now with your hair once again sporting only the natural red color. Damps locks sticking to your face from the shower. It took a few months for your hair to grow just enough to get rid of the dyed parts, was it worth it? You didn't know yet.

On the way back to your room a few classmates turned their heads to stare in your direction, many of them actually complimented the new look, making you look down at the floor with a small blush.

As soon as you stepped inside the bedroom the sound of a ringtone went off, it was coming from your phone as it laid on the bedside table near the bed, picking up the device showed there was an incoming call from Fuyumi, sliding a finger into the screen and putting her on speaker before answering the call while sitting on the bed.

"Hey sis, what's up?"

Fuyumi's voice was full of excitement as she answered, she seemed happy about something.

"(Y/N)! Shoto's bringing his friends for dinner, Natsuo and Dad are going to be here as well, and I was wondering if you'd like to come too! Maybe you could ask the school to let you visit?"

You stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure of what to answer her, the idea of dinner with almost the whole family and Shoto's friends sounded like a recipe for disaster, but it would probably break Fuyumi's heart if you declined the invitation.

"(Y/N)? Are you there?" Her voice snapped you out of the trail of thoughts, nearly making you dropping the phone in surprise with a yelp escaping while you juggled with the device to avoid dropping it.

"Gah! Sorry sis! got distracted for a minute! I'll try to be there! Should I bring something?"

"Great! I'll let everyone know you're coming! and maybe you could bring out some dessert? That cake from last time was delicious! ah! gotta go! I have the stove on!"

The call ended with the sound of Fuyumi running off, making you chuckle at her enthusiasm while checking out the time, there was still plenty to get dressed and go pick something for dessert. You quickly dialed the cafe's number to order something, followed by getting changed into a white sweater, a pair of denim shorts with black leggings and brown ankle boots before picking up a purple winter coat from the closet, leaving the dorms with a relaxed rhythm on your steps.

It was a good thing the cafe wasn't that far from UA, it was right between the school and home. The little bell at the door made a noise once you came in, the owners sending a big smile and a wave from their spot, with a bright smile you waved back at them before paying for the order and running home quickly but carefully as not to ruin the dessert, utterly unaware of the people watching you from afar, one from a street alley and another one watching from the roof of a building...both of them with opposite motives altogether...

......

Standing outside the abode you carefully pulled out your phone to text Fuyumi and ask her to open the door, the paper box cautiously balanced in the other hand in order to avoid dropping the cake, the door slid open but instead of Fuyumi it was Natsuo who came into view.

"oh! (Y/N)! you made iiiiii..." he went silent for a minute before staring, taking in the sight of your new look which made you fidget nervously for a bit, mouth twisting into a nervous smile.

"Is everything okay? Natsuo?" He snapped out of his thoughts before smiling. "yeah! everything's fine! your hair look nice!" He stepped back to give you the chance to come in, handing him the box before taking off your coat.

"So how's everything back in college?" he just laughed dryly with a dead look on his eyes "...just let me die already" the both of you laughed before entering the kitchen where Fuyumi was already getting some last touches done for dinner, the amount of food she made was almost exaggerated, but still, with all the people coming for dinner it would probably be more than plenty for everyone.

"Hey sis~" Fuyumi quickly turned around with a bright smile on her face that quickly morphed to surprise when she took a good look at you, before she could say anything you interrupted her, pulling up the paper box in front of her. "Before you too say anything about my hair, we should put this in the fridge, and don't let Shoto see it, he might end up eating the whole thing instead of dinner" you laughed, remembering the time Shoto went to your dorm just to steal the chocolate cake you bought to celebrate the end of the costume presentation project with the whole support class, he was banned from the support dorms for three months. Both siblings laughed as the three of you talked for a bit waiting for the others to arrive.

While you and Natsuo were setting up the table a knock was heard and Fuyumi quickly went to get the door, the moment she left the kitchen Natsuo's face became sour, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion before walking out of the kitchen with a handful of plates.

"Oh, is Natsuo here too?" You heard Shoto ask, as well as his friends talking.

"we wanted to get to know you guys, we're Shoto's family after all!"

There was a bit more chatter as everyone walked in, Shoto, Midoriya and Bakugo stood there with Fuyumi as they saw you bringing everything for dinner.

"(Y/N)...?" Shoto couldn't help asking, when he saw the boots at the door he thought they were fuyumi's shoes, he was not expecting you as well.

You gave them a sheepish smile and a small wave once the last plate was on the table. "Hi guys, heard you were working hard with Father, keep up the good job! I bet it's tough to be working alongside the Number 1 hero!" Shoto stared at you for a few seconds before he realized something.

"Wait...if you're here then that means..." you recognized that look and quickly grabbed a pair of chopsticks to point them at him in a threatening manner.

"Shoto Todoroki, Don't.You.Dare."

But it was too late, he was already running off to the kitchen.

"Get back here you freaking--" your slipper caught onto something, making you fall backwards while Shoto's friends and Fuyumi screamed. You closed your eyes expecting the hard floor to collide painfully with your back...not a pair of hands grabbing you from behind before you could hit the floor.

Looking up you were greeted by your father's stare, for some reason he seemed...strange, the was doubt in his eyes, like he was thinking hard about something important.

"You need to be more careful of your surroundings, next time don't run inside the house" he pulled you up to help you stand before letting go softly.

"R-right, thanks Daaaaaaaat wassomequickactingfromyou!" you were quick to step away from him, a dark blush completely covering your whole face at the realization of what you almost called him "Natsuo!! Don't let Shoto near the fridge!" you quickly ran to the kitchen nearly slipping AGAIN and leaving everyone in the living room dumbfounded by your attitude.

"What just happened?" Midoriya was clearly confused, you've never acted like that when Shoto invited you to hang out with them. Enji however was left silent by his daughter's attitude, he was quick to realize what you almost said to him, which made his thoughts wander even more for a solution...

A few minutes later everyone was already having dinner. You sat to Natsuo's left and in front of Shoto as far away from your father as possible, there was still a small trace of pink on your face from earlier, but nobody said anything else about it.

"Don't force yourself to eat anything you don't want to, alright?" Fuyumi was so happy by the fact everyone was enjoying their food, and it was hilarious to hear Midoriya analyzing his food while Bakugo complained about it.

"Well, Of course" Natsuo's tone was cold "Ever since out housemaid threw out her back and retired, Fuyumi has been taking care of the cooking"

Midoriya just smiled sightly "I see"

"Give yourself some credit, Natsuo! we take turns, don't we?" Fuyumi was trying to lighten the mood, but you knew Natsuo better than her, after all he was the one you took after the most....after Touya of course....

"Eh?! Then I've been eating your cooking?!" Shoto's face was priceless, was it that surprising Natsuo could cook?

"ahh, I wonder about that. I MIGHT have been forced to stop" he gave you father a side glance "After my cooking failed to reach SOMEONE's standards"

from the corner of your eye you could notice they way everyone was looking at him and your father, this had definitely been a bad idea, but for Fuyumi's sake...

"Hey, be glad I'm not the one cooking" you tried to lighten the mood, for a minute it worked, their attention was turned to you instead. "I may be good creating equipment, but when it comes to cook--"

"I didn't even notice." your father interrupted "Next time..."

Natsuo just made a "Mph..." cutting him off, everyone else could only stare at the both of them and the way Natsuo's jaw clenched. Once he finished his food he just got up from his seat. "Well, I came like you asked, can I go now?"

"Natsuo!" Fuyumi tried to stop him, but nothing she said or did worked, he just walked out, sliding the door closed behind him...

Everyone was helping out cleaning once dinner was over, while Shoto and Fuyumi were talking in the living room you went looking for Natsuo who was already getting ready to leave, Frustration still clear on his face.

"You okay?" his mouth was set into a hard line before he just sighed "I just don't get it, how can Fuyumi and Mom be so willing to forgive him? after everything that happened they're still giving him a chance, how can they be so forgiving? how can YOU be so forgiving?" he turned to look at you, grey eyes burning with frustration and curiosity. "After everything he made you go through, you're still giving him a chance and even let your hair red again...why (Y/N)?" your face contorted in sadness at his words, softly running a hand through the locks before answering him.

"Honestly...I can't say that I've completely forgiven him, it's not like I don't feel the same way as you" the memory of the emancipation request came to mind "But...he's trying to make up for his mistakes...I guess I'm just waiting to see how everything turns out" you gave him a sad smile "I know you may never be able to forgive him and that-that's okay, you know" Natsuo was silent for a minute, thinking, considering those words...

The next thing you knew he was ruffling your hair affectionately "You're lucky you're my favorite sibling, just don't tell Fuyumi and Shoto, they'd never let me hear the end of it..." soft laughter came out from the both of you before both went and said goodbye to Fuyumi and the others, he was checking his phone while you stood outside with him, the material of the jacket protecting you from the cold outside.

"How's your new project coming along?" he asked after checking some texts from his classmates. The fact he remembered THAT project made your eyes go wide and heart swell in happiness.

"Oh! It's coming along nicely, and I'm pretty sure Mom is going to love it!" you answered proudly, but that feeling quickly disappeared when you saw something weird...some kind of blurr was flying in the sky, making you unable to pay attention to anything else, not even what Natsuo was saying.

"(Y/N)? are you listening?" He didn't see the way your eyes looked at the sky in fear, or the way your body tensed when the blurr became bigger, taking an horrendous shape once it got closer. You knew what that thing was, Shoto had fought one before, Endeavor had fought them before and it nearly cost his life.

It was a Nomu, and it was heading straight for Natsuo.

"NATSUO, WATCH OUT!!!"

You acted out of reflex and pushed him out of the way causing him to drop on the floor right as the Nomu flew down, grabbing you by the side and digging its claws with a horrendously painful grip before taking off into the dark sky just as fast as it appeared.

Natsuo could only hear the screams of pain and horror as it took you away, staring in fright as that thing disappeared into the sky, with his sister trashing wildly attempting to break free.

"(Y/N)!!!" He quickly ran back home, only Fuyumi was there since their father had already left to take Shoto and his friends back to the dorms.

Meanwhile Endeavor and his Chauffer were taking his three interns back to school, he was busy giving them additional tasks and advice for their internships. And yet the hero's mind couldn't stop wandering to his dream about his family, to the son that was no longer with them, of how his acts tore his family apart. And yet, despite everything he did, most of them were actually giving him a chance.

But what could he do to make up for his past actions?

The sudden way his chauffer slammed the brake on the car nearly hurting everyone inside the vehicle had they not been wearing the seatbelt snapped him out of it.

Endeavor looked towards the empty road and at the source of the sudden halt, the sight in front of them caught his attention presenting everyone with a horrifying sight. A winged Nomu standing in the middle of the road.

And It was holding his youngest daughter by the head.

"That's (Y/N)!" Shoto exclaimed in alarm at he sight of his sister's face twisted in pain and horror due to the massive hand holding her by the back of the head, her own hands gripping hard on the enormous limb, any false movement and that thing could effortlessly crush her head on the spot.

It was in a mere instant that Endeavor literally fled out of the vehicle, heading straight towards the creature holding his daughter hostage. Shoto, Midoriya and Bakugo quickly went after him, just to be stopped mid-way as another Nomus stood before them, preventing the three from approaching the flame hero and it's foe.

"Release her!" Endeavor shouted in anger, but stopped in his tracks when another figure appeared from behind the Nomu. A man wearing nothing but black alongside a white mask covering half of his face smirked wickedly at him.

"Remember me, Endeavor?!" Said hero looked him over before remembering him and that mask.

"From ten years ago...you're that serial killer I took down! You gave yourself your own villain name and everything" he sent a vicious glare in the villains direction, the latter gave a mockingly bow before laughing.

"My my, You actually remember! I'm flattered by your words my friend, I can't believe you actually remember 'Incognito'!~"

'Incognito' just laughed madly while turning to look at you, insanity sparked through his eyes. "But I think this is not the place for a friendly chatter, don't you think so my dear?" he gestured the Nomu, who lifted itself of the ground with the aid of its wings, Incognito grabbed on one of its legs as the creature started going higher into the sky, the grip on your head didn't waver as it fleed.

"If you really want your kid back might as well follow my lead, my friend!" With those words the Nomu swiftly took off into the sky once again, Endeavor following after him with confidence that Shoto and his classmates would manage to take down their current target.

The people on the streets watched the Number 1 hero chasing after the winged monster through the city, he could try launching an attack, but at the risk of the Nomu harming you either by dropping you, or snapping your neck in a swift movement, he couldn't risk it and kept his pursuit after the two villains holding his child hostage.

Incognito signaled the Nomu to stop on top of one of the highest buildings in the city, stepping away a few feet while the monster still had a had grip on you, was it the annoyance? the adrenaline? the anger of being seen as an easy target? you were not sure but it caused you to start trashing around, nails digging into the flesh of the limbs belonging to the creature holding you like a mere rag doll, not that it mattered anyways as it didn't even flinch at the feeling of your hands clawing at him.

"Tch, feisty little thing aren't you?" Incognito stood in front of you, a hand on his chin as it examined the way you struggled with mockery in his laughter before his hand went up, slapping you hard in the face in order to subdue the squirming girl in front of him. "I hate people like you, poor pathetic weaklings that think they can make a difference"

"You won't get away with this" you seethed fiercely, eyes burning with disgust towards the man standing upon you who got close enough again "People like you are meant to be quiet and listen obediently, quirkless people like you are only worthy as mere bait, how in the world did Endeavor even let you live is a question I can't find an answer to-UGH!"

Whatever he was going to say next died in his throat when your knee quickly collided with his stomach, sending his shaking body hunching on the hard floor at the same time as he gripped his stomach in pain, the look of complete stupefaction on his face nearly caused you to laugh at him. The kickboxing lessons really paid off.

"I may be quirkless but I'm not as useless to need a Nomu to do everything for me! You haven't done anything else but blabbering nonsense at Endeavor!" You spat out at him, not even caring of the way Incognito gritted his teeth as he glowered.

"You...bitch!" before he could attempt slapping you again a booming thud distracted him, Incognito turned his back to see the cause of the commotion and on the other side of the rooftop stood Endeavor. He was glaring threateningly at the villain standing in front of you, when he saw the bruise on your face his glare became even more vicious.

"Release my daughter this instant" His already low voice dropped at such a low note that ironically made your blood turn cold in fear, even though the threat wasn't even aimed towards you.

"Why would I do that in the first place? I'm doing you a favor by getting rid of this vermin tainting the world" Incognito walked away from the spot where the Nomu still had a tight grip on you "I've been observing you ever since I managed to escape from prison and I must say...I.am.dissapointed. Where did all that rage that drove you in the past go to?" Incognito sneered in your direction "Oh yes, it's all gone isn't it? All because of this filthy vermin"

with a snap of his fingers the Nomu's grip became tighter, making you shut your eyes in reflex and groan loudly at the painful sensation as your skull was about to be shattered into pieces by the mindless monster holding you captive. Endeavor's face twisted in anger, flames becoming twice as big at the very moment that he aimed an attack straight to the Nomu.

"Oh no you won't!" Incognito's shadow moved all around the floor, covering the whole place in a black curtain, Endeavor stopped his attack and looked at the scenario under him. He remembered the first time facing this villain, his quirk allowing him to travel and observe through the shadows, and he could also hide stuff inside them. That's how he kidnapped his past victims and managed to take their corpses somewhere far away without leaving traces.

Your eyes slowly opened again despite the pain and noticed both your father and the villain were staring at each other, one in rage and the other one in pure mockery, neither of them noticed you were watching the ordeal...or that you slowly pulled back your right sleeve revealing a silver cuff bracelet with a black bead.

Something slowly started to materialize from the shadows behind Endeavor, which made you scream at him in fear.

"LOOK OUT!" Endeavor saw you looking in his direction, but not at him in particular, quickly turning back and narrowly avoiding being stabbed by another Nomu, this one being able to morph its arms into blades began slashing frenetically at everything in front of him, and right now Endeavor was the only thing on his sight.

"Meh...You really lost your touch Endeavor, I guess I'll do you a favor and get rid of the vermin, maybe that will motiv-"

The sound of electricity was loud enough for everyone in the rooftop to hear, followed by the Nomu's screeches of pain by the sudden discharge coming out of your bracelet the moment a fist landed near his neck, it dropped you instantly causing you to fall hard on your knees with a painful groan.

"What the hell did you do?!" Incognito's face became twisted in madness when he realized the 'vermin' in front of him had managed to escape from a Nomu's grip. "You know what? That's it! I've had it with you!" with another snap of his fingers the Nomu holding you hostage began advancing towards Endeavor, now he was fighting against two foes at the same time while Incognito advanced towards you in a threatening manner.

"I think it's about time you finally know your place" For each step the madman in front of you took, you crawled away from him, had it not been by the pain from the fall you would have stood up and run. But right now all you could do was try and aim the bracelet at the man standing in front of you, the idea went out the window when he landed a powerful kick on your side causing you to yelp in pain.

Endeavor turned in the direction of the scream, struggling to keep both Nomus at bay only managing to get a bit closer before both monsters got hold of him again.

Incognito's face didn't change as he took hold of the collar of your jacket and pulled you off the ground, dragging you towards the edge of the building without much of an effort. The back of your feet dangled off the edge, the severity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks.

"And that place...is six feet below the ground!"

"(Y/N)!!!" Your father's voice was heard clearly, both you and Incognito turned back where Endeavor had finally managed to defeat one of the Nomus, but the other one was still holding him back. The villain holding you only laughed in complete madness, nothing mattered to him anymore.

"Say goodbye to Papa you brat!"

And with those final words his hand released your jacket.

It was like a slow motion sequence, Endeavor could only watch in horror as you started falling backwards with a look of absolute terror in your eyes, making eye contact with you he could only see the way your lips moved, he only heard you whisper one thing before falling to your death....

"...Dad...?"

There was screaming everywhere as people on the streets caught sight of the girl falling from the top of one of the highest buildings in the city, the wind roared harshly against your face, the pressure was making it hard to listen anything as you fell.

...They say time goes slower inside one's mind as they fall, and that one can see their life before their eyes when the time comes for them to leave this world...It made your own thoughts wander...

Is this how your life was going to end?

Being dropped from a building after being used as bait for your father?

What would happen with your family?

Your mother?

Your siblings?

Would you be able to meet Touya in the afterlife?

You didn't know the answers....and maybe you'd never find out as your eyes slowly began to close, was it because of the pressure? the fear? the resignation? you didn't know...but you drifted out of consciousness in an instant hoping that maybe, just maybe you could reunite with your brother soon...

......

"Touya-nii...Why does he hate me so much?" Enji was on his way to the training room when he overheard as (Y/N) cried in her brother's arms while clinging to the front of his shirt, her brother Touya was sitting on his futon hugging the little girl sitting on his lap. Their father had yelled at her when she tried to approach an injured Shoto who was resting in his room with the left side of his face covered in bandages. Fuyumi was there with him, taking care of the boy's wounded face and spirit.

"He doesn't hate you...he's just...hard to approach" Touya could only make an effort to comfort the little girl whimpering on his shirt, her tears easily soaked the fabric. "C'mon, don't cry anymore...I hate seeing my firefly cry"

Touya wasn't sure of what to say to his sister, (Y/N) was still a child after all and even if his Father treated her horribly Touya wasn't going to poison his little sister's mind with hatred, their father was already doing that with the way he kept treating her after all.

He promised he'd always look out for her as he hugged her tightly.

He would protect his firefly.

No matter what.

......

Incognito was an insane man who didn't care about anything but cleaning the world of the quirkless, or "filthy vermin" as he deemed them.

But in that moment he feared for his life for the very first time.

The agonizing heat coming from behind made him question his life choices fo a brief moment, turning back on his spot with a smile on his face, it was a facade for the panic he was feeling on the inside when he made eye contact with the flame hero who's face was SO void of emotions it was terrifying to look at, the Nomu he was facing laying charred on the floor.

It was in that moment he knew, he fucked up.

The jaw-shattering punch he got to the face told him everything. The only reason he was still alive was because Endeavor was a hero.

A hero who quickly jumped out of the building after the daughter he had failed to take care of in the past.

In that moment, Endeavor- no, Enji Todoroki didn't see (Y/N) as the young lady she was already turning into. But as the little girl he had failed as a father, that little girl that would cry herself to sleep every single night because of him, that little girl who's eyes lost their sparkle the day her older brother passed away...The little girl he found asleep in front of Touya's shrine on more than one occasion during her childhood.

The little girl who's family he promised to make up to for everything he had made them go through because of his ambition....

The young girl...that was once again swiped away by a Nomu and taken away from him in the blink of an eye. He barely managed to avoid colliding with the ground himself, watching as the flying abomination yet again took his daughter away...but this time...it wasn't holding her like a wild animal would to its prey, it was holding her delicately as it flew away.

......

Warmth, that's all you could feel in that moment. A soft, familiar warmth that was hard not to recognize as it enveloped your whole body.

"Wake up...Please wake up Firefly"

...Did you die from the fall? Did your wish come true?

Your eyes slowly started to open, despite your efforts everything was but a blurry image in your eyes no matter how much you tried to focus.

And yet, that figure watching over you was of someone you would never be able to mistake or forget.

"...Touya?"

His head turned in your direction, you could recognize those eyes anywhere, a sad smile crept upon your face, eyes glistening with unshed tears at the image of Touya's face, his lips quivering emotionally as he hugged you tightly, face burying itself into your shoulder, despite being a dream his hug felt so real, almost like he never left you in the first place...

You didn't hesitate to hug him back, wishing with all your might that it wasn't a dream.

"I missed you so much Touya-nii"

"...I missed you too Firefly"

How much time had passed you didn't know, but the harsh cold from winter made it clear that it was late, just not exactly how late.

"Go to sleep (Y/N), everything will be alright"

You didn't wanted to, afraid that if you did Touya would just disappear again, but your body had other plans as exhaustion started taking over again.

"Hey Touya?" You didn't even realize he was carrying you bridal style until the soothing sound of his heartbeat reached your ears, for a dream everything felt so real...except for a single detail.

"Yeah?"

"...When did you dye your hair?"

......

There was a search party looking for you along with Endeavor, Shoto and his friends, who had managed to subdue their own enemy and joined everyone with the search. Natsuo had rushed back home the moment you were taken and told Fuyumi, the both of them were quick to call the police after their father failed to answer their calls, that's when they found out he was already in the middle of rescuing their sister. It was a wonder how the accident didn't become broadcasted all over the news.

Where in they world did they take you to?

The answer came quickly through one of the policemen's radio. One of them had found you laying unconscious in the bench of a small abandoned playground nearby, when they gave out the location it was Shoto who answered the question of why did that playground sounded so familiar in the first place.

It was the place where Touya would always take you when you were younger, it was nearby to a small pond where if one was lucky enough to go at a certain time they would be able to see the whole place illuminated by small fireflies.

An ambulance was quick to arrive at the place just at the same time you woke up and quickly started treating you on the spot making sure there wasn't any fatal injuries. Everyone was quick on their feet and rushed to find you, fortunately the playground wasn't far from where the hero and his interns were looking.

Endeavor had his own share of bruises and a gash on his face when the blades Nomu nearly got him, but in that moment he didn't care about himself, all that mattered was knowing you were safe.

That's when he finally reached the location, and he saw you.

Sitting at the back ambulance with a grey blanket draped around your battered form, there was a paramedic softly patching up the wounds inflicted by the villain, there were bruises on your face, mainly the right cheek on the spot where Incognito had hit you in the face, both knees were covered in bandages, but fortunately nothing was broken despite everything that happened. There was a tired look on your face, the adrenaline from everything that happened finally wore off and only exhaustion was left.

"(Y/N)!" You could only look up tiredly at the sound of your name, being still in shock made it harder to focus, until the owner of said voice approached, the paramedic quickly stepped away at the sight of the Number One hero approaching before standing still in front of you, he was panting heavily from running to the ambulance the moment it was notified you had been found and were being taken care of.

There was only confusion on your bruised and disoriented face. It took you a few seconds to be able recognize the person standing in front of you, until the heat from his flames settled around, a heavy contrast from the sharp cold of winter.

He didn't bother to wait for a response, lunging forwards and embracing you firmly in distress at the realization he could have lost another one of his children.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)...please forgive me...!" his voice came out in a barely audible whisper as his hold became stronger and desperate, your chin rested on top of his shoulder and one of his hands caressed the back of your head, the both of you could feel way the other started shaking.

He didn't see the way your eyes became wide open by his actions, or the way your face scrunched from the aching inside your heart, the tears flooding your eyes slowly starting to run down your face one by one and your lips began trembling.

"Please...I hope some day, you will find it in your heart to forgive me...or at least...let me show you how truly sorry I am for everything I did to you...!"

He could hear your desolated whimpers clearly, feeling the small trickles of tears slowly soaking the fabric on his shoulder and the smaller pair of hands gripping tightly on his clothes.

"..Why...why did it take this long...for you to realize...?"

Enji Todoroki could only hold his daughter as she let out a heartbreaking cry, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, everyone around could almost feel the pain inside the girl's heart. Whoever happened to watch the scene unfolding before them could only think her cries were from the fear of nearly falling to her death.

Nobody but her brother realized it was the very first time in her whole life being embraced by her father in a comforting way.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but by the time your father pulled away fatigue had once again taken over and the paramedics took you away just to make sure everything was alright.

One of the officers that apprehended Incognito, who was already awake from the hit he got from Endeavor mentioned they had interrogated the villain, asking for his ties with the league of villain, after all he had three Nomus under his control.

To the heroe's surprise, Incognito had gloated about managing to steal them from under the league's nose without them even realizing, he was a man that preferred working alone. Everyone was so distracted with the news they didn't become aware of the person watching them, hearing every single detail, including the route they would be taking in order to take Incognito to a high-security prison, as far away as possible.

...

Two days later Incognito was being escorted to prison. He could only laugh bitterly at the measures taken to prevent him from using his quirk to escape again, he was surrounded by light from every corner of the vehicle, not a single trace of darkness was visible, making his quirk completely useless.

A sudden rattle snapped him out of his own thoughts of revenge, something heavy landed on top on the transport, everyone looked towards the source, nobody was ready for the Chainsaw cutting through the steel without much of an effort, or the limbs that shot towards Incognito, grabbing him by the head and pulled him out of the vehicle, his screams of surprise echoed through the metallic walls as he Nomu hurled his restrained body into the ground, he groaned painfully by the force from the impact stunning him.

If the fall wasn't painful enough, the sudden kick aimed at his face definitely was, a loud crack from his nose breaking left him paralyzed from the pain of both that and his jaw suffering fractures.

"What the hell...?" His eyes went up to the person responsible of his latest injury. And the utter panic he felt in that moment was even worse than when Endeavor broke his jaw.

The burning hatred aimed at him through Dabi's eyes was a thousand times worse than the flame hero's glare. If that didn't terrify him, the sadistic grin on the villain's scarred face was enough to give him nightmares for life.

"So, not only did you have the balls to steal from us...But you also attacked her"

"W-wait! you have it all wrong! I did it for a good cause!"

Another kick landed on his bleeding face, at his point Incognito was drowning in a pool of his own blood wheezing from the pain of his nose shattering into minuscule fragments from the second impact.

"The only good cause I can think of getting rid of scum like you" Dabi's whole body became engulfed in blue flames, the smile on his face replaced by a cold hard glare.

"W-why do you care about that vermin so much?!" Incognito questioned with panic, trying desperately to crawl away from the cremation villain no no such luck with the restrains on his body preventing him from doing so.

"Because..." The agonizing cries from Incognito could be heard from miles away as his body started burning away, the guards looking from afar could only watch the gruesome sight of the villain being consumed by a wave of blue fire, the smell of his burning flesh strong enough to make anyone nearby nauseous.

"Nobody...hurts my Firefly"

I hope you guys enjoy this part!

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ONE SHOT: Revival

Summary: Your husband has gone back to work, leaving you home alone for the first time in a long time. Once Aizawa leaves for the day, you are greeted by a new villian with an ice quirk who has been watching you from the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Aizawa is distraught when he comes home to find everything but your shoulders and up, frozen. 

Word count: 1.8k

Content: Sad. :(

“I’ll see you tonight. I love you!” His smile was endearing, so pure and genuine. You wanted so badly to beg for him to stay, just one more day. But you knew that if you asked today, you would ask tomorrow, and the next day, knowing he had a job to return to. It wasn’t because you were being selfish, you were scared. You had encountered your first villain while being out with Aizawa, something you had hoped to never experience, even though you knew your love interest was a Pro Hero. You put your fear of villains aside so you could try your best to love Aizawa the way you wanted. It was hard, your fear being the underlying issue for you to be able to fully love. 

That’s why you didn’t ask for him to stay with you. You had to try your best to adapt to the new life of being married to a Pro Hero, and that meant dealing with life alone while you two were apart. Even if that means trying to deal with the anxiety of being left alone in your house. 

Being alone wasn’t something unusual to you. You were quirkless, losing your parents at a young age. You had grown up under the care of your grandmother, who was also quirkless. You had learned a lot of your traits from her, everything but her courage. She had told you about an experience once where she was taken hostage in a bank heist by a villain who wasn’t afraid to kill anyone who tried to interfere. She had told you that she remained calm even though she was fighting back a panic attack. You wanted so badly to be as brave as she was, but your endless amount of anxiety constriced you, telling you that you were nothing like her. 

That was, until you met Aizawa. He was a serious man but a man of wise words, something that attracted you to him from the get go. He was good about reminding you that your strength lies within your mind and if you choose to ignore it, it will continue to be ruled by fear, causing the human mind to grow weak. He was never negative towards your feelings, always making sure to validate them when he needed and reminded you that you are in control. But today, it felt different. You felt uneasy, like something was going to happen. 

And you were right. The knock at the door startled you, causing you to jump in reaction to it. You weren’t expecting visitors today and as far as you knew, no one was supposed to come by for any maintenance. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you slowly made your way towards the front door. You took a peek through the eye-hole, seeing a woman with white hair, dressed in a business type outfit. You let out a sigh of relief, unlocking the deadbolt on the door, being greeted by the unknown woman standing there, smiling. “Good afternoon. Is the owner of the house around?” 

“I’m half the owner,” you replied, wrapping your cardigan closer to your body. You felt uneasy, a chill flowing through your spine. She smiled, handing you a paper flyer with bold letters that read ‘THE NEW WORLD’. 

“I’m here to recruit heroes for a new business my company is starting. Do you mind if I come in?”

“I’m sorry but my husband has a full time job already and I have no interest.” You pushed her hand away, her skin ice cold to the touch. She furrowed her brows, tilting her head to the side at your refusal. 

“Surley I can still come in though?” 

“I’m sorry. I have to go and you should leave.” You tried to close the door, her foot stopping it from latching shut. You began to feel yourself panic as she refused to let you leave. “Ma’am please, I will have to call the police if you try anything further.” She was silent, her sinister smile growing as she forced the door wide open. You had little time to react, stumbling back due to her forceful push. Your focus was on the phone, trying your best to keep a steady rhythm as you rushed for the kitchen. 

You were pushed back once more, this time by a wall of ice restricting your from the kitchen doorway. Your body felt drained, fear completely taking over your movement. You were frozen, trembling as the woman slowly approached you. “Quirkless Y/N, Aizawa’s little flightless bird,” she cooed, touching the end of your hair, fiddling with it between her fingers. You wanted to push her away, to scream for help. You felt helpless within this moment, your fear of being defenseless becoming a reality. The pit in your stomach had tightened so much that you could feel the urge to vomit form in your throat. You were completely vulnerable to the mysterious woman. “I wonder how he’ll react if he came home to you dead.” 

“Please,” you whimpered, body quivering in reaction to the woman’s ice quirk. “I beg of you.” 

“Beg?” she smirked. “Yes… Please, beg for your life. I want to see Aizawa’s precious toy beg for her life!” And so you did, you pleaded with the rest of the energy you had built up within you. You wanted to run, to defend yourself, but you couldn’t. You had fallen victim to your own fear, cowering in front of the villain who had taken over your free will. “I guess since he’s not here, I’ll just leave a little surprise for him.” She placed her hand on the wall, a snow-like layer coating the side emerging with ice as it made level contact with you. Your body was frozen, leaving your neck and head free. Your body felt numb, unable to move, think, hard maintain a steady breath. “Tell Aizawa I’ll be back. You’ve been lovely Y/N, but you’re quite horrible at being a host.” 

The woman opened the front door, locking the door behind her. You couldn’t move, could barely think. You had to stay awake, regardless of the hypothermia that would set in within hours. It was solid, thick frozen ice. It was going to take hours to thaw out, but you had to do it. You couldn’t die, not like this, not without living a life that wasn’t controlled by fear. 

You weren’t scared in this moment, you were more regretful than anything. You wanted to tell Aizawa how you felt, you wanted to go outside again, feel the sun kiss your skin once more. You wanted to be able to start a family, build that house in the woods like you and Aizawa talked about. You wanted more from life that was slowly being ripped away by the tips of your fingers.

The only thing you could do was wait, to do your best to stay alive until Aizawa got home. You could do it, you had to do it. Just wait it out, he’ll be here soon. 

By the time he was to arrive home, frostbite had formed around your exposed skin, the air being thin around you. You were having a hard time keeping a steady breath, the ice restricting you from taking the deep breathes you so desperately needed. You heard the door click, slowly swinging open to reveal Aizawa holding a paper bag from the shop. When he saw you there, frozen solid, he stood just as frozen as you but was quick to react, dropping the shopping bag to the floor.

“Y/N!!!! Y/N what happened? Your lips...” he stuttered. “Hang in there Y/N!” He was in a panic, unsure of how to handle to situation. Regardless of unknowing what to do, he ran to the thermostat, cranking the heat as high as it would go. He began to boil water on the stove, trying his best to keep a steady hand as he made his way over towards you. “Y/N stay with me!! Please don’t die!!!” You wanted to stay coherent for him, to let him know you were okay. He was home now, you could finally release yourself. You were exhausted, unable to show any other emotion other than a weak smile as he began to pour boiling water on the wall of ice. 

“I love.. You.. Aiza-....” You couldn’t keep it up any longer, your body was numb, your eyes heavy. You wanted to hold out, wanted to be able to hold Aizawa again once he was able to get you out.

“Hang on Y/N! Please stay with me.” Your vision was blurry, the last thing you were met with was Aizawa giving a full blown punch to the ice. You could hear it subtly crack from the inside but you couldn’t keep yourself awake any longer, leaving you limp in the frozen capture surrounded by darkness.

You woke up to the sound of a repeated beeping noise, eyes fluttering open to see the white walls of a hospital room. You groaned in pain, trying to adjust to the bright lights that illuminated the room. Aizawa was quick to move from his spot, leaning over the side of your hospital bed. He gently took your hand in his, pressing it to his swollen face. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered, tears threatening to spill over as he choked on his words. 

You slipped your hand from his, moving a strand of his hair from his vision as you cupped his cheek. You couldn’t help but cry, being alive and able to feel again. You were in an immense amount of pain, your body still frozen to the touch. “The doctor said you’ll be okay. Young Todoroki will be here shortly. I asked him if he would help you out.”

You had thought you had lost as soon as you fell into acoma. You don’t remember anything after you blacked out when Aizawa was desperately trying to remove you from the ice capture. He was successful, his injuries on his hands being the confirming factor that he was successful in your rescue. 

“You saved me. Again,” you managed to whisper. 

“And I’d do it again. And again, and again,” he reassured, leaning closer to your face. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to yours, tears slowly falling from his cheeks. You had almost had your life taken away in the blink of an eye. That woman spared your life knowing Aizawa would suffer more knowing he could’ve done something if you did die. Either way, the villain was successful in causing Aizawa the stress and pain she wanted to cause. 

But you were alive. Aizawa did what he could to save you. You no longer feared death, nor did you fear the thought of being captured by a villain. You knew that deep down, this was a second chance for you to be able to live the life you’ve dreamed of, the life you had yearned for. You weren’t thankful for the villain but you were grateful that you were alive and able to prove to both Aizawa and yourself, that you were ready to live life, to take on your internal battle, free of anxiety.

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

how would it be like to go to prom with todoroki?

an anon requested: could you do headcanons for going to prom w todoroki (considering that hypothetically ua had one)? c:

character: todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

note: medusa is back in the game !! sorry i haven’t been active lately, i’ve been stuck on academics but i’m finally back! and yes, i may have gone overboard, but expect more posts from ya girl ♡ 

–– medusa.

todoroki shouto

- would personally think he would plan everything out

- like asking you out and taking you out to the prom

- you two weren’t official during the time, but it was obvious that the two of you were smitten with each other

- everyone knew about it 

- except for the both of you

- it made everyone absolutely sick

- when aizawa first announced the ua’s event for prom, he had immediately cast a not-so-subtle glance to your direction

- boy thinks he’s slick and subtle, but no

- he stares at you for like two minutes, blanking out on whatever aizawa was saying out in the front

- momo has to cough to get him out of it

- while he was in a whole daze, he was thinking of how prom was a sign for him to take his chance and sweep you away

- and it’s all he ever talks about the whole day

- “this has to be a sign right?”

- “todoroki, i asked for what you wanted in the snack bar––”

- it’s all he ever talks about the whole week

- it takes some assurance for him to finally get out of his shell and get his planning into action

- he puts his all into planning

- he likes you, okay? once he’s realized his feelings for you, there’s no backing out now

- prom season is fast approaching and two weeks before the big day, he begins his plan on wooing you

- he’s dead set on really trying to win your heart, so he has the rest of class 1a supporting you

- they go along with the plan, subtly leading you back to the classroom as planned when you find petals around your seat along with a small note atop your desk

- at first, you’re all shocked because what on earth... is this

- but shock melts to a flurry of emotions twisted deep within your gut as soon as you read the note, instructing you to follow the direction of the plucked petals

- so you go on your way out of the classroom only to find a whole pathway laid out for you

- not just petals, but a whole velvet carpet and golden poles to prevent outsiders from messing around with his plan

- everyone is staring in awe, even teachers are all wide-eyed from this whole thing he set up

- the scarlet carpet leads all the way up to the building’s very own roof, and you can’t help but sway back and forth in place, suddenly nervous about meeting god-knows-who set this up

- although you already had an idea of who it was

- as soon as you open the doors to the rooftop, you catch a glimpse of snow white and crimson, split in the middle. guess you were right after all, huh?

- there he was, standing right in the middle of the upper floor, holding a large bouquet of the finest of flowers, your favourite ones catching your eye between the rest

- “did i go a little overboard?”

- “a bit.”

- the colors of his face nearly drop down to the dusted ground of the rooftop until you take it back

- “but you can make up for it when i say ‘yes’.”

- he has to blink several times before realizing you had agreed to his proposal– even before he had asked!

- “wait– so... prom? you’ll be my date?”

- “of course, i will. it’s you, after all.”

- honey, if you think the pampering stops there, you’re dead wrong

- it’s almost as if he’s courting you, no joke

- people keep asking if you two are dating, and as much as you wish it were true, you weren’t

- at least not yet

- when the day arrives, todo can barely keep his eyes off of you

- you two agree to head to the held venue at around six in the evening, giving you two around three hours to prepare

- boi goes off, not gonna lie

- he wants to impress you in the best way possible, so he dresses up for the night in an expensive tux from bottega veneta

- which isn’t quite a surprise because he holds endeavor’s credit card

- man’s gotta dress well for his date

- probably heads down fifteen minutes before, hanging around the entrance to wait for you so the both of you can make your entrance together

- once he sees you in your attire, he can’t help but gaze in awe

- he’s totally put into a trance because holy shit, you looked ethereal with your fine garments

- everyone notices the way his eyes gleam a little more that night along with the slight smile he held on his visage

- “shall we?” questioned he, arm outstretched for you take

- it’s a miracle he isn’t shaking from how enchanted he was under your hold

- the whole night, he holds you close and asks if you’re doing alright

- like if you needed a drink, if you were feeling alright, if you were tired or not

- all those questions, he never really got to ask if you wanted to dance

- when he does though, it would be when the music decided to die down and give way to a much more slower pace

- he would gather the courage to finally stand, look you in the eye and ask if you wanted to dance

- if you were to oblige, he would be the happiest man in the world

- he would take your hand, quietly ask if it were okay if the other would take your waist

- he would only do it if you were comfortable with it

- and if you were, he would nod, the other hand taking place around your waist as the both of you swayed to the gentle melody resonating across the dimly lit venue

- in that moment, the night solely belonged to the both of you, slow dancing to the beat of a song that only served as a background for the moment you shared

- “why ask me?”

- “because i like you.”

- and once the words leave his lips, his shoulders are lifted from the weight of his feelings

- "and you agreed to be my date because...?”

- “i like you too.”

- the two of your frames had huddled in closer during your dance, noses brushing as the both of you relished in the fleeting moment of just the two of you under fluorescent lights

- because no one else mattered in the sea of people, not when both of your hearts pattered to the same rhythm and meaning

- so you remained close, close enough for both of your lips to fall upon each other for a brief moment or two 

- or until aizawa had to pull the two of you to a significant distance given that it was a school program

- so much for prom, huh?

[kewltie]

“So this is where you’re hiding, Freckles.”

Startled, Izuku swivels around and sees an approaching dark figure cloaked by the shadows of the Astronomy Tower. “Touya,” he says, warmth resting on the surface of his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Your little friends were running around like headless chickens looking for you all dinner,” Touya says with a careless shrug.

Izuku winces. “I wasn’t hungry.”

Touya’s legs carry him right beside Izuku. Elbows brace on the railings as he leans his back against it, adopting a casual and dismissive posture, but the intensity of his focus is all on Izuku. “Did the Angry Bird do something to upset you again?”

Izuku’s lips thin out and he looks away briefly, unwilling to meet to meet Touya's expectant gaze.

Silence.

“Ah,” Touya clicks his tongue knowingly, “should I kick his ass for you?” he offers, flexing his right hand pointedly. He always liked to resort to his fists more than his wand to get his point across, even though Izuku knows he’s arguably one of the best duelists in Hogwarts.

Coolly indifference and aloof, Todoroki Touya neither stood out nor slipped under the radar completely. Purposely not showing off all cards he wields, keeps all his secrets and talents close to his chest. It’s something that upset the Todoroki patriarch gravely, which is precisely why Touya never give his all to any of his classes. The hateful mind games that Touya often play with his father is equally confusing and troubling.

Izuku has little hope in ever understanding it.

“No, thank you,” he politely declines, turning back to look at the stars once more. It’s quiet up here. Just the perfect place to hide and sulk in peace. Mostly. “I think I’m more upset with myself than him. I stupidly thought that we were far past that now.”

Touya doesn’t say anything to that; his face is a placid mask of inscrutableness. The only sound that cut through the air between them as silence reigns is the steady rhythm of Touya’s fingers tapping against the metal railing.

He waits patiently for Izuku to continue.

“I-I,” Izuku chokes up on the hurt he had been nursing all day, “I forgave him a long time ago because, you know, for all his arrogance and sense of superiority over lowblood muggleborns like me he wasn’t necessarily cruel. He just didn’t like the idea of having a mate this weak.” He can still vividly recall the revulsion in Katsuki’s eyes when even at six, Izuku still hadn’t shown a trace of magic in him. “Kacchan is practically a wizarding world royalty; a strong pureblood lineage with a powerful tie to a magical beast. His mate should be someone of his worth and standing, but he got me instead.” He laughs humorlessly. “No wonder he had hated me back then. I was a squib for the first ten years of my life before I met Professor Toshinari,” he says. It’s not as much of a black stained of his past anymore, something he’d long accepted it, but the scar is still fresh in his heart. “Then coming to Hogwarts I was sorted into the house he’d thought was the weakest and most pathetic.”

For someone as prideful as Katsuki to have to settle for a mate like him, it must have been a crushing blow to realize this at such a young age. It was no surprised to Izuku that Katsuki had chosen spurn him, but even as he gets the why of it all, it doesn’t make it any less hurtful then and now.

He wraps his arms around himself as though it can protect him from the memories of those painful first years. Alone and adrift with nobody to lean on, Izuku had fought long and hard to earn his place and friends he got now, but in his darkest moment he doesn’t feel it is enough.

Katsuki always manages to shine brightly no matter where he is and who is around him. So strong and smart and a juggernaut in magical power, he is Izuku’s ultimate goal. He didn’t even dare to dream to being Katsuki’s mate just as long as he was allowed to stand by his side, but even that was an unforgiveable wish.

“S-sometimes, I think he only bothers to even look at me now is because I’m not that useless little squib anymore,” Izuku confesses his deepest and darkest fear, setting it free into the world at last—the thing that had haunted his dreams for so long. “He never shown any romantic interest in me and now suddenly he wants to take me to the Yule Ball?” he demands heatedly. “Without even asking any of my opinion on it?! Especially when he’d told me how he hated the idea of having a mate in the first place because he was stuck with someone like me!”

Upset swiftly gives way to a deep seeded hurt as he recalls that afternoon in the library and the look on Katsuki’s face when Izuku outright rejected his assumption that they were going to the Yule Ball together.

He didn’t bother to ask. Didn’t seem to care about how Izuku feel at all. 

“He’s a stupid, arrogant little shit,” Touya says cuttingly. It’s the first words he had spoken since he’d let Izuku took over their conversation. “Should have hexed him when I saw him earlier.” His fingers curl tightly around the handrail.

Izuku smiles crookedly. “Please don’t.”

“Some people aren’t worthy of your forgiveness, Freckles,” Touya states quietly, but the words carry weight. It hangs heavy in the air between them like a knife edge. The words are meant for Katsuki, but the intent behind it is aim as much toward Todoroki Enji as Touya, himself.

His knuckles go white as the railing seems to bend under force of Touya’s resolution, because for all his callousness toward the world, Touya is even harsher to himself.

“That depends on me, doesn’t it?” Izuku muses, looking at Touya pointedly. “Don’t I get to decide that?”

“Not everyone deserves your kind of absolution,” Touya bites back. “There is a wretched lot of people in this world who should just be left alone to rot in their sins.”

Izuku heaves a sigh, turning around to face Touya with grim determination. “Kacchan had messed up, and I was hurt because of it,” he admits, “but I don’t think he did it out of malicious intent. Ignorant, yes, but hardly cruel. If he was anything like that, he wouldn’t have to look so wounded when I confronted on it. Acknowledgement is the first step to righting a wrong. Regret is the second.” He smiles softly at Touya, carefully running a hand down his scarred arm covered up by his robe—a crisscrossing map of untold violent left behind by a sectumsempra curse thrown his way.

Touya doesn’t flinch, but it’s a near thing. That bloody night was only a year ago, but it’s still have been still fresh in his mind.

“I forgave Kacchan for how he had mistreated me, and I forgave you, Touya, for the wounds you’ve given me.” His smile widens as Touya deliberately turns his gaze away, his fingers tapping an insistent beat that ring into the night. “It may be stupid of me, but I feel lighter for it. Now, forgiving yourself is another matter entirely,” he says cheerfully.

Touya raises a hand to his face and groans into it. “Are we still talking about Bakugou or is this some kind of subtext I’m supposed to read between the lines?”

“Both,” Izuku answers with a grin.

“Your hopeless optimism is truly revolting,” he grumbles, flexing his hand once more.

“I try,” Izuku says, lips twitching. He glances down at Touya’s hand, clenching and unclenching around the handrail. It has been twitchy all night. “You know, I can see you trying to resist lighting up a smoke. Just do it already.” He shrugs.

It’s a habit Touya unfortunately had picked up since he’d seen it in a film in Muggle Studies—a class he’d chosen mostly to rile up his father and to go against his family’s pureblood code, but Izuku thinks it’s also because he’s actually like it.

Tenya, who is also in that class, always came back with a complaint about how weird it is that a seventh year Slytherin pureblood like Todoroki Touya, who adopted the moniker Dabi just to spite his father, easily took to Muggle Studies and even bother to go to Izuku for tutoring on it.

Izuku simply shook his head and smiled in answer to his friend's general confusion. It’s the same way he also responded when they question of his strange and enigmatic friendship with a rebellious Slytherin boy two years his elder, an outcast even to his own house.

It’s not so much that Izuku won’t answer, it’s because he can’t.

Their friendship is as mysterious to outsiders as it is to them. There is Touya. who comfortably and easily wields the dark arts like he was bred for it and just on the edge of slipping over to the dark side completely, and Izuku, who is born to the light and destine to forever fight the Dark Lord until one of them die, who stand on the opposing side—the Savior of the Wizarding World and the One Who Will Fall; Izuku and Touya. Touya and Izuku.

Opposite and opposed in their ideals. But that is not all they are. Not all they have chosen to be.

Touya, who had found Izuku at his worst, saw a crumbled mess in the boy’s bathroom in Izuku’s first year when he was beaten by the older students for his polluted blood and his lack of magic, and had broken all the bullies’ arms that night as he laughed at their pain and suffering.

This was how they met, Izuku who had suffered under their cruelty and Touya who had dealt the callous hand victory. One fell victim to violent and other begot it. 

Touya didn’t do it for Izuku, he didn’t even know Izuku then. But to an eleven years old who was far away from home and didn’t have a single friend who he could turn to that first few months, Touya was his saving grace even when he couldn’t rightfully call Touya a friend then.

So, no, Izuku couldn’t explain his friendship with Touya, not for the scars that Touya had given him and certainly not for the way he would sometimes catch Touya looking at him with such inscrutable longing in his eyes that Izuku’s heart would throb at the sight of it.

His friends had strongly tried to discourage it, Katsuki had tried to forbid it, and even Touya’s youngest brother, Shouto, had tried to warn him against it, yet here they both are alone and sharing the same space in the Astronomy Tower, and Izuku has never felt safer.

“No.” Touya scowls, stilling his anxious hands that have been itching to hold a cigarette all night. “I won’t smoke.”

Izuku blinks. “Why not?”

He grimaces and looks heavenward as though Izuku was being frustrating on purpose. “You don’t like it,” Touya finally says.

“Oh,” he says stupidly for lack of any better word

“Don’t read into it,” Touya snaps with a furious, embarrassed growl.

Izuku stifles a giggle as he says, “Too late.”

Touya scowls even harder now. “So are you going to let me know if I should punch Bakugou or not?” he says, trying to divert the topic to Izuku’s earlier problem. “I don’t mind teaching him a lesson.”

Holding back a sigh, Izuku roll his eyes. “I said already no, so please don’t pick a fight with him.”

Katsuki is already annoyed at the thought of Izuku and Touya’s somewhat amicable relationship in public so if he finds out that they actually often meet up in the Astronomy Tower alone to have a heart to heart talk often that Izuku couldn’t even share with his closest friends, he would be beyond furious. Enough to even trigger to his veela’s anger and set the castle on fire, possibly.

“Then are you going to go to the Yule ball with him?” Touya asks with a pinched look on his face, like the thought of it pain him, but he has to ask, anyway.

Izuku frowns. “Yes, wait—no. Maybe, I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “The pain is still fresh right now, so I’m not sure I can say yes if he asks me again this instant.”

“And what if he apologizes?” he presses.

Izuku chews on his lower lip in thought. “Well, perhaps then. But I might not even go to the Yule Ball at all. It only gives me headache so far.” Why does the Yule Ball require dates, anyway? So embarrassing and stressful. 

Touya sighs, rolling his head back. “Who cares, just go with your friends instead. Screw Bakugou and his stupid feathers brain.”

Izuku pouts, crossing his arms. “All my friends got a date for the ball. I would be the awkward third wheel in the group.”

“You kids and your teenage drama,” he mutters like he isn’t one himself as Izuku sulks beside him. A significant beat passes between them, then, quietly, he says, “Just go with me then.”

Izuku opens his mouth, stops, and opens it again. “You hate this kind of thing,” he accuses, staring at Touya with heavy skepticism. The Todoroki likes to host a lot of these social functions as the premier pureblood family in wizarding society and Touya can’t stand any of it, always finding a way to either crash it or avoid it as much as possible.

“I do,” he admits grimly.

Izuku’s brows furrow. “Then why?”

He straightens up, pushes himself away from the railings, and turns to Izuku with a glare. “Because I’ll do it for you.”

“Oh,” Izuku says again, and just as stupid as the first time around. “Oh.” And blushes furiously, hoping Touya can’t see any of it. Merlin, he hopes the moon and the stars are the only witnesses to his embarrassment. “W-well, um,” he starts, grasping for an answer as his brain frizz out at the sudden proposal, “you know that is, uh, I would love to, but Kacchan and I, well, we’re—”

A hand flies toward his face and almost crashing into it as it cuts off the rest of his rambling speech. “Just stop it already, I can see you struggling.” Touya roll his eyes, dropping his hand back to his side. He heaves a sigh, square his shoulders, and stares at Izuku right in the eyes—a stormy sea of turquoise that threaten to swallow Izuku whole if he’s not careful. “If you want to go with Bakugou that’s fine, but if you want to go with someone else, also fine. It doesn’t matter who you take as long as you’re happy,” he tells Izuku firmly. “I’m not asking you to go to the Yule Ball with me. I’m telling you that I’m an option. You can make me your last resort if you don’t want to go alone.”

Ah, there is that throb again, Izuku thinks as he reaches a hand over his heart. “And you’re fine with being use like that? It doesn’t seem quite fair to you.”

Touya’s hand rises like he’s about to reach for Izuku, but it quickly falls and tucks behind his back. “It doesn’t matter to me, Freckles,” he says, shrugging carelessly.

“You’re very kind, Touya,” Izuku tells him as a smile makes it way toward the surface and seemingly settles there permanently in the face of Touya’s scowl. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s a lie.” Touya glares at him with the full force for ten thousands suns before pointedly diverting his gaze. His cheeks are unusually flushed and somehow Izuku doesn’t think it’s because of the cool air.

An off-kilter Touya is too cute sometimes.

Izuku giggles and extends a hand out to wrap it around Touya’s arm, because he always has to be the first one to do it since that horrid night that had led to a hundred cut on Izuku. He has to be the one to reach out first. “C’mon I’ll treat you to some dessert in the kitchen. The house-elves always leave something extra for me just in case I wanted a snack.”

���That’s because they love you,” Touya grumbles, but allows himself to be dragged along. He would always put up a fuss about it like he couldn’t be bothered, but he doesn’t have in him to ever reject Izuku’s hand on him. Never.

For someone capable of so much violence and hatred toward the world and himself, Touya tries to be ever so careful with Izuku. So gentle that it hurts sometimes. Izuku isn’t breakable in any way, but the way Touya is so devoted to not consciously reach out for him unless Izuku instigate it first and only when he let himself give in to Izuku’s touch, his resistance crumbles away so easily like his resolve was held up by faulty walls; it’s heartbreaking.

Touya may not understand why Izuku was so quick to forgive him for the scars that he has now, but it’s because Touya made it so easy to do it when he’d visit Izuku’s hospital bed every night afterward to watch over his sleep like a silent sentinel. He didn’t say a single word to Izuku during those nights, but his guilt was palpable. It was carved into the lines of his shoulders, into the agony of his eyes, and into his flesh and bones, because after that horrific night when Izuku bled in the Great Hall, Izuku wasn’t the only one who had his own scars.

Touya’s own just aren’t visible to the eyes. 

So it’s not that Izuku’s heart is big and capable of so much, it’s because the people who seek his forgiveness want it so badly that to look at their face is to stare into their open wound—yearning, hopeful, and so full of self-loathing.

He had seen it first in Touya. Then in Katsuki.

That’s why he will mostly likely forgive Katsuki after this when he stops being so dumb and stubborn and decide to come to Izuku for another chance, but till then he would like to see some groveling done first because Izuku may be kind and open-hearted like everyone say he is, but he’s no pushover in the end. 

[tamakiamajikistentacles]

BNHA/MHA Masterlist

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A few select pieces are uploaded on AO3 under my account clockwork24

(*) indicates smut

Katsuki Bakugo:

Nightmares: In which Bakugo has nightmares after Kamino and isn’t as alright as he claims. {KiriBaku implied}

Let Me: * In which Katsuki overdid it with his quirk, but his girlfriend is more than happy to take care of him when he gets home. {Pro Hero/aged up}

To Die For: In which Bakugo & Kirishima rescue Bakugo’s pregnant wife but things don't go according to plan. {Pro Hero/aged up}

Fit For A King: In which a barbarian prince meets his match. {Fantasy AU}

Apples & Cherries: In which Animal Crossing New Horizons sparks a connection.

I’ll Be There For You: In which she has been faced with a difficult decision about the future, but Katsuki Bakugo will be damned if he lets her go it alone. {3rd years/aged up}

Rhythm Section: * In which she wasn't even sure that one of her two crushes liked her back let alone both. {Poly BakuJiro, 3rd years/aged up}

Bite to Break Skin: * In which instincts awaken earlier than expected after a special moment. {A/B/O dynamics/omegaverse, 3rd years/aged up}

Bad Days: In which depression is hard. {Pro Hero/aged up}

Disappearance: In which Chiasa Minamino disappeared without a trace but four years later Katsuki Bakugo is in for the surprise of his life. {Pro Hero/aged up; finished series}

Eijirou Kirishima:

Stay Safe: In which her boyfriend has left early for work study and she doesn’t hear from him for over a day.

Lucky Charms: In which the Kirishima children question their Mother's Day traditions and learn about the beginnings of their family. {Pro Hero/aged up}

In The Quiet: In which the night before the class confronts the villains on Nabu Island, Kirishima and his girlfriend can't help but worry. {Heroes Rising spoilers}

Please Don't Leave: In which she is stuck in the in-between with a boy on a cloud and Kirishima hopes he won't lose her. {manga spoilers}

Denki Kaminari:

Change the Outcome: In which Kaminari has an unexpected source of help during a battle with a villain. {Pro Hero/aged up}

Kyoka Jiro:

Rhythm Section: * In which she wasn't even sure that one of her two crushes liked her back let alone both. {Poly BakuJiro, 3rd years/aged up}

Shoto Todoroki:

Dammit Hawks: In which Nabu Island is safe, reinforcements have arrived, and Shoto really wishes that Hawks’ agency didn’t employ his girlfriend. {Heroes Rising spoilers}

Notification: In which Shoto just wants the chance to be a good partner. {Pro Hero/aged up}

Hitoshi Shinsou:

But I'm Comfy: * In which Shinsou likes to tease his girlfriend. {3rd years/aged up}

Breathe For Me: In which she is panicking and the cute boy from General Studies is willing to help. {Pro Hero/aged up}

Hawks | Keigo Takami:

Golden Hour: * In which the dying light of day cannot shine as brightly as Keigo.

Dabi:

Good Girls Bad Guys: * In which Dabi has a question for her.

Two Ghosts (part 1): In which Dabi has always had Kazane by his side, even when they had different names. 

Two Ghosts (part 2): In which Shoto observes something oddly familiar about the villainous Kazane.

Two Ghosts (part 3): In which its finally time for Dabi and Kazane to come face-to-face with the one person who figured it out: Shoto. {PLF Raid/manga spoilers}

broken.: * In which two strangers in a bar find more in common than they realized. {PLF Raid/manga spoilers}

KiriBaku:

Nightmares: In which Bakugo has nightmares after Kamino and isn’t as alright as he claims. {KiriBaku implied}

Fucking Hormones: In which some furry bitch named Connie tells Bakugo she's his hormone monster and honestly, what the FUCK. {Big Mouth crossover crackfic}

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[weekly-todoroki-meetups]

Weekly Todoroki Meetup Continuation: #6

*All the Todoroki’s and Hawks are standing on the sidewalk near Endeavours office. Dabi is still hiding in his coat and Hawks is trying to look discreet by standing behind him, even though his large red wings are still clearly visible*

Natsu: Alright guys, ready for the plan? First- What’s your job Fuyumi?

Fuyumi: To distract dad and give everyone their ugly boots! Or crugges if I use their proper name. Then I hide with Hawks and Dabi.

Natsu: Shoto?

Shoto: Swiggity swoo time for my dope skills to shine bro, watch it happen.

Dabi: Jesus Christ, can you stop being such a moron while you don’t have to?

Shoto: Yeet. *Dabs* Don’t be so salty big bro Toy, I’m being fly.

Dabi: *Genuine confusion* What the hell?

Hawks: Thats literally the mood right now *Shoto and Hawks finger gun each other in rapid succession*

Fuyumi: I see a long lasting relationship forming between two friends!

Natsu: Sweet.

Dabi: I’m going to barf if this keeps up.

Hawks: I feel like barfing whenever I see your face but I don’t announce it to everyone! *Smug face of a burn master*

Shoto: Ooh burn. Need some aloe Vera for that?

Dabi: *Probably red faced under the hood and growling* Shut up.

Fuyumi: *Laughing her head off*

Natsu: Alright, back on track. You got this right Shoto?

Shoto: You’re totally on fleek right now big bro, I’ll slay big D.

Dabi: God.

Hawks: Now I’m started to cringe and that’s telling you something

Natsu: It’ll destroy Endeavour then- Anyways, Hawks? After Shoto walks in and distracts him what will you do?

Hawks: I would have already covered his office in novelty socks and be hiding with Dabi, after preparing the sock and glitter cannons.

Dabi: Once Shoto gives me a signal I notify you and Fuyumi by activating the cannons, who run in and glitterbomb him. Which leads to Hawks snapping a photo and diving out the nearest window.

Natsu: And?

Dabi: *Grumbles* I don’t murder Endeavour.

Fuyumi: Alright! We have a plan.

Natsu: Yup, let’s go.

Hawks: How will we get in? There’s security regulations.

Shoto: No need to go extra, we all just hide in that bush near the door low key style till someone walks in and we yeet through as well. Simple AF bros and Mid sis F~

Dabi: Why.

Natsu: Hear that? To the bush!

[They all hide in the bush-A few minutes pass and a random lady in the reseptionist outfit walks to the front door of agency, frowning as she looks at the bush then the door]

Lady: If you want to get through I can let you kids in- You don’t need to hide in a bush suspiciously...

*All the siblings freeze and look at Natsu on what to do*

Natsu: *Whispers* Alright guy’s, just pretend we didn’t hear her-

Hawks: *Jumps out of bush* Aww Yas! Thanks mam-

Lady: Oh my gosh the winged hero Hawks!!! Can I get a photo?! My daughter loves you!

Hawks: Sure! Want a selfie?

Lady: *Fangirling as she takes a selfie with him*

Dabi: Tch, playboy.

[Once they’re inside they are held up by the office lady. She threatens to call security so Natsu deploys Hawks to convince *flirt* her to calm down and let them get to Endeavours office. Dabi is seething with boyfriend rage but still gets the plan prepared. Hawks and Dabi vandalise Endeavours office, Fuyumi gives them all crugges and they put them on, then everyone splits up and hides]

[Endeavour walks into his office- Shoto time XD]

Endeavour: MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY OFFICE?! *Ugly, bright novelty socks are covering every surface including the walls. It looks like sock hell*

Endeavour: This must’ve had something to do with my-

Shoto: *Enters* Yo-yo, whats up big D?

Endeavour: What. *Turns around to see Shoto in a colourful bomber jacket, backwards cap and sunglasses with crugges on. His expression of horror is indescribable*

Shoto: *Fingers guns*

Endeavour: Why? Why must you do this to me- *Notices a red feather on the floor behind Shoto. Narrows eyes*

Endeavour:

Shoto: So Anyways my fly-rad-master Dad How’s it going in your world? The days totally on beat today and I’m feeling’ the rhythm-

Endeavour: HAWKS.

[Hawks and Dabi time- They’re somehow hidden in the fireplace chimney with Dabi underneath Hawks. They’re crammed in]

Dabi: *Whispers angrily* Why didn’t you check for feathers?!

Hawks: I can’t see but from the sound of your voice I’m in trouble.

Dabi: Damn right chicken. We’ve been discovered! And we’re stuck in here thanks to your brilliant idea!

Hawks: Just Ignore Endeavours comment and this isn’t so bad!

Dabi: If I die I’m blaming you- What was the signal we’re suppose to listen for?

Hawks: Rhythm.

Dabi: *Bleep*

Hawks: Did you miss it?!

Dabi: Yes.

Hawks: You wrecked the plan!

Dabi: Why am I even doing this right now anyways? I’ll just do the signal now and get this over with-

Hawks: Wait-

Dabi: *Tries to move. Realises he’s stuck* *bleep*.

Hawks: What?

Dabi: I’m stuck.

Hawks: Haha- It must be your jacket. Take it off so we can go get Endeavour!

Dabi: NO. I refuse.

Hawks: Then I guess you’re stuck in here with me till we fall out~

Dabi: *Bleep* no! I’d rather die by Endeavour than be trapped here with you for who knows how long- *Wriggles out of jacket and then proceeds to fall, Hawks following*

[Endeavour and Shoto- Endeavour is looking at the fireplace in his office which has a voice barely audible]

Endeavour: He’s in the chimney isn’t he?

Dabi: NO HIS ISN’T

Endeavour: Touya are you with him?

Dabi:

Shoto: Your totally on fleek right now- *Dabi proceeds to fall through followed by Hawks, landing in a pile near the fireplace*

Dabi: *BLEEP* Jesus Christ my back-

Hawks: OUCH.

Endeavour: YOU TWO.

Hawks: *Notices Endeavour* Ahhh *bleep*, Endeavour- What’s up?!

Endeavour: *Inferno* YOU KNOW WHATS UP YOU LITTLE-

Dabi: I refuse to die here like this, goodbye- *Stands up, Endeavour looks at him and then stops, falling on his face unconscious. (Dabi’s makeover is so different and edgy to his normal look that even I haven’t thought of it as the author- Imagine it yourself)*

Hawks and Shoto: *Le gasp*

Hawks: YOU KILLED ENDEAVOUR!

Dabi: No I didn’t- I did nothing!

Shoto: You did. With your new look. It’s totally lit by the way-

Hawks: I CREATED A BEAUTIFUL MONSTER! IM SORRY ENDEAVOR

Shoto: *ANXIOUS YEETING*

Dabi: I DIDNT WANT THIS ITS YOUR FAULT-

Hawks: WHAT DO WE DO?!

Dabi: Don’t freak out I can burn the body-

*Fuyumi and Natsu run in, see unconscious Endeavour, Dabi with him, with Hawks and Shoto looking like someone died*

Fuyumi: WOAH- What happened to you D-

Fuyumi: OH MY GOSH YOU KILLED DAD!

Natsu: We had one rule- One rule! Don’t kill Endeavour!

Dabi: I DIDNT.

Fuyumi: YES YOU DID!!!

Shoto: THIS AINT GOOD BRO THIS IS UNRAD TO THE MAX

Hawks: IS HE DEFINITELY DEAD?!

Dabi: I DONT KNOW!

Natsu: *Is checking his pulse- He looks relieved*

Natsu: HE LIVES.

Dabi: *Has put his jacket back on* Wait let me actually try this time-

Hawks: DABI.

Natsu: What do we do?! Soon somebody’s gonna come in!

Fuyumi: We use Shoto’s sunglasses, prop Endeavour up on his chair and make it look like he isn’t unconscious.

Shoto: Seems legit.

Dabi: Alright. I’ll turn off the novelty sock and glitter cannons so we don’t die by 50 gallons of glitter and socks, or however much you put in-

Hawks: A lot so it would completely cover every surface in a 2 inch layer of fabulousness!

Dabi: -before we finish this up *Pulls remote out*

Shoto: I’ll get big D.

Fuyumi: Oh no you don’t- We can’t have anything else bad happen- *Tries to grab the remote- Dabi swings it away*

Dabi: No stop you’ll bump it and set off the cannons-

Hawks: I got it! *Grabs it, forgets to avoid the button and clicks it- Suddenly a beep sounds throughout the room and all the Todoroki’s and Hawks have expressions of horror and realisation at what’s about to happen- Endeavour remains on the floor*

Everyone: WAIT NO STOP-

Dabi: DAMN CHICKEN!

Hawks: Oops-

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Yo, time for some more additions to my “how to hurt Kirishima” text collection

A while ago I posted a longass textpost with kiribaku themed little snippets of stories, scenes, and general ideas and scenarios. This is more of that! This time it’s even angstier and a couple of them are actually kinda gore-y so watch out for that if that’s not your cup of tea. I’ll write out a warning before those.  Stories under the cut! 

This is a sort of alternate route for how the kamino rescue could’ve turned out, if Kirishima hadn’t been able to convince any of the others to come with him.

No one showed up. He hadn't expected many, but at least Todoroki had felt like a safe bet. Of course he couldn't blame them, never his friends. This was such a stupid, dangerous and impulsive idea after all. But he HAD to. 

So he went alone. 

It's a big city. How was he supposed to find anything in here? He was so stupid, how did he think he could do anything by himself? Everything feels hopeless and the minutes are ticking by in a terrifying speed, one by one. 

But he keeps going. He HAS to. 

It's so overwhelming. The situation. The stakes. The fear. 

He's pressed against a wall, holding his breath, trying to stop his body from shaking like a leaf in the wind. He's so close, but fuck. If he's seen now he will die. There's no question about it, they are too many, too strong. He wouldn't even have time to take a step. But Bakugou. He's in the middle of it all, still fighting. Not trembling, pressed against some rubble, frozen in fear. He's out there, wild, Alive. 

For now. 

Kirishima can see the muscles in his arms twitch from the strain of quirk overuse. 

Time is running out. 

And yet he still can't move. He's alone. Nailed in place by the humongous, almost primal, raw feel of fear. Fear for himself, what will happen if he acts. What will happen if he don't. 

And suddenly there's no time left to doubt. He hears the zing of metal cutting through the air. Something splashing on the ground, and the short, hoarse cry. That blade cannot reach its target a second time. 

A loud clash is heard this time as the knife search for its target, followed by a yelp of surprise from its wielder. With hardened arms still raised in defense, he forces his voice to work, throat yet again tight with fear. 

"Bakugou- ..Help.." 

And he does. The brief distraction Kirishima's sudden appearance had caused gave Bakugou enough time to let out an enormous blast, big enough to put up a smokescreen that would shield their escape.

Except that it didn't happen like that. Of course not. Kirishima was alone. With no plan. No strategy. Unfitting quirk. Useless. But he HAD to act. 

So his friends had to watch on the TV, screaming as they saw a familiar red flash of hair, the red belonging to the one they had denied, refused to cooperate with. Refused to help. They didn't think he'd go by himself. But of course he had. Of course. 

They had to watch him get mauled by the villains the second he'd made himself visible, just as they'd been about to aim a finishing blow towards the snarling blonde. 

Hands hardened around wrists, ankles, anything they could grab. Holding them still like a vise, forcing them to focus their attacks on him, and noone else. It burnt, it stung, it HURT. But he had to. 

"EIJIROU" 

He understood. And hardened even more, bracing himself. 

The explosion had taken time to build up, and it showed by its mere size and power as it sent the closest villains flying, the ones further away pushed back. More than enough for bakugo to grab the torn, smoking and, he gulped, slightly sizzling shape on the ground and blast off, leaving a free space for all might to go all out.

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This one is sort of a continuation of the previous that I wrote way after the first one. Here I focus more on the theme and repeating phrase, making it more experimental I suppose. 

I didn't want you to be here alone"

Those words rang through his head, over and over as he sat by the hospital bed. The words had been forced out, almost whimpered with a voice close to cracking. They had saved him. 

They had flooded his body with strength after having been close to breaking down from exhaustion, arms twitching from the strain and breaths heavy and shallow, forehead dripping with sweat. 

Kirishima's eyes had been wider that he'd ever seen them before, shiny and filled with terror. But they had been steady, so solid. 

His rock. 

His sudden appearance had thrown Bakugou's attackers off rhythm a bit, and it had given him a much needed second to breathe and rearrange his thoughts. With a shaky blast, he's thrown himself over to Kirishima. 

"Kirish- how- what the FUCK are you doing here??!" he'd hissed, voice raw and gravely with all the intense emotions going on. 

And then Kirishima had said those words. So terribly, terribly honest and sincere. So simple, but with such an enormous meaning. Bakugou's heart had felt like it had both frozen and swelled to its bursting point at the same time, chest filled with an indescribable emotion.  

He'd wanted to grab the redhead, wrap him tightly in his arms and hug him flush against his own body just to feel that the other person was really there, really there in this awful awful place with him. FOR him. 

But there was no time for such selfish things. Bakugou's attention had snapped to the approaching villains, feeling the panic gnawing in his chest. They were going to get him. Please no. 

Then Kirishima had done the second incredible thing that evening. He'd takes Bakugou's trembling, sweaty hand in his own, equally trembling but warm and strong hand, and squeezed it tight. And that did everything. Now Bakugou could see. Now he could think. Now he could do anything. 

The fight was a blur to his emotionally raw mind, but he remembered how different it was now compared to when he was alone. They knew each other, knew each other's movements, didn't even need to talk. It had been such a relief. 

But these were real villains. Strong ones. And they were exhausted, scared, and 16.

About 45 seconds in, Kirishima had taken a hit for him. It had been fast, unexpected and HARD. Bakugou wouldn't had survived it, the battle would have been over. He hadn't even seen it coming. But Kirishima, his rock, had. And he'd stopped it. 

The impact had sent both parties flying in opposite directions, and that created their opening. Their chance to escape. No, to WIN. Win by not letting those assholes reach their goal, which was them. 

Grabbing Kirishima, hoisting him up over his shoulder in one not-so-swift motion, he let out two enormous, concentrated explosions that had let them both take off, away from this hell. 

They had landed a couple blocks away, Bakugou letting out a final blast to ease their landing, before crashing down into the street. He'd dropped Kirishima, himself following shortly after as his legs folded in on themselves under him in fatigue. On his knees, panting, he looked over the the redhead, managing to squeeze out a skew smile. 

"You idiot.. we could've both died". 

He waited for the other to weakly lift his head from the asphalt, look over to him and fire off one of his signature warm smiles and tell him something about having to do the "manly thing". 

But Kirishima wasn't breathing. 

Bakugou's smile dropped. 

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"Bakugou-san? Don't you want to go back to your own bed? You should get proper rest after all that stress you've gone through". 

Light fingers were gently touching his shoulder, and he jolted awake. Shit, he'd fallen asleep. He looked around, orienting himself in both room and thought. Right, the hospital. His eyes fell on the bed he'd been resting his head on in front of him. Kirishima's bed. 

"Fuck off" he grunted, voice much more raspy and weak than it would've been in any normal situation. 

The person who had woken him up, a nurse, sighed softly, walking around to the other side of the bed to take a closer look at one of the machines there. Bakugou's eyes followed her for a few seconds before snapping to the boy in said bed. 

His hair was down, fanning out over the pillow around his sleeping face. Aside from a few shallow scratches, the face looked normal, mouth slightly open, exposing a few sharp teeth. Dark lashes hiding those sincere, reliable red eyes. 

His arms laid resting upon his stomach which was gently rising in rhythm with his breathing, the breathing Bakugou was infinitely relieved was back to stable condition. 

Under his hands were a hospital blanket, a blanket Bakugou knew covered the horrible wound that stretched across his whole body. The wound he'd gotten by taking that hit for him. Fuck. He'd almost died. 

Kirishima almost DIED. 

That minute before the pros had reached their landing spot with security and ambulances, that minute had been hell for Bakugou. Easily a hundred times worse than the entire fight they'd just escaped from. Kirishima wasn't breathing. He wasn't fucking breathing. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. Not KIRISHIMA. Kirishima who had come to him. Who'd come ALONE, with no one to hold his hand. Just for Bakugou. So he wouldn't had to go through this alone. Like he'd had with the sludge villain. He'd come for him, been THERE with him. 

His rock. 

That wasn't breathing. 

The pros had had to physically pry him away from Kirishima's limp body. He'd apparently been in shock, hysterically screaming at them to fuck off, trying to defend his friend but had been to confused and exhausted to do any real damage. He'd been swept away in one ambulance and Kirishima in another. 

Bakugou had woken up in a hospital bed, abruptly and with an ice old stone in his stomach. The doctors had immediately swarmed his bed, and soon they had let him know his friends condition. He'd somehow convinced them to let him sit by the others bed, and there's where he'd been ever since, glued to the chair, fingers intertwined with his. 

His rock.

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This is the first one that gets kinda gore-y. Not that indulging in juicy details, but might be uncomfortable to read if you’re sensitive to bones breaking and stuff like that. It is kinda silly and not very well written lol, I wrote it in the middle of the night if I rememebr right. 

As usual there's a battle going on, and Kirishima and Bakugou has been fighting side by side until something happens that distracts Bakugou away from his partner for a while. Suddenly there's a loud rumble followed by a boom and then Kirishima can't be seen anywhere. 

Bakugou finds him as the dust settles, nailed to the ground by more or less a wholeass building that's fallen on him, and he's fully hardened as to not get immediately crushed into soup.

He's so stuck in there it's literally impossible for anything less than a full team to get him out, and Bakugou is livid having to sit there unable to do anything when Kirishima is RIGHT THERE in front of him but could have just as well been miles away and still been just as reachable.

Kneeling on the ground as to be able to see underneath the rubble that's holding his friend captive, he does his very best to mutter encouragements and pleads for the other to keep going, stay hardened and endure until help arrived. But it's a lot to hold up, and Kirishima is tired. Being fully hardened is draining enough, but having to also hold up such monstrous weight is not helping in the slightest. 

"Bakugou, I can't- it's so heavy" 

A horrifying crack is heard as the boys quirk wavers for a split second causing the weight to squish down a bit more. Bakugou's pulse is going into overdrive from stress, fear and frustration. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. He can't let Kirishima get crushed like this. 

"I- I don't want to die, but.. I really can't hold my whole body hardened any longer. I'm gonna have to- I'm gonna have to let something go.." the trapped boy gasps between forced breaths. Bakugou feels his chest going ice cold. 

"Shit, you're not gonna-" he's interrupted by a wet crack and squish, followed by the most soul ripping, horrifyingly heart wrenching scream. Bakugou uselessly tries to lunge forward to get to his friend but of course he can't. He screams the prescious name over and over, panicking. Kirishima is breathing heavily through gritted teeth, face shiny with sweat. 

A bit of blood is leaking out from under the rubble. He'd let go of his hardening on one of his legs. 

Once he'd gotten his breath somewhat back in control, his now slightly dazed eyes met with Bakugou's once again. 

"Fuck, Kiri.." he could see his vision starting to blur with tears building up. " You're so fucking strong, you can do this. You can't just let this lameass bullshit rock win. You-" 

"Bakugou. I'm gonna have to do this again. I need to conserve and focus my last energy to keep my head and torso hardened if I don't want to die right now. But fu-"Kirishima stops to take a long shaky breath. " It really hurts. I don't know if I can take it without.." 

"Don't you fucking dare pass out Eijirou. Don't you FUCKING dare." Bakugou's red eyes are glowing with fear. Kirishima releases a gaspy huff, maybe an attempt for a laugh, or maybe a sigh. It was impossible to tell. 

"I'm gonna need help to.. to stay awake. To not drift away when the pain becomes.. overwhelming."

He doesn't get a chance to clarify before his eyes are nailed shut with a wince, immediately followed by another crack and stomach-turning squish. 

"Fuck. FUCK. Please, please stay with me. You can do this, this is nothing, just listen to my voice and don't you dare drift away, you hear me?!" Bakugou screams out between sobs.

This repeats a few more times. The last one is the worst, when Kirishima is at the very end of his rope, letting the hardening go around his lower body and his pelvis snapping under the intense weight. That makes him scream louder and more distorted than any of the previous screams and Bakugou didn't think a human could produce such a sound. That time Kirishima almost passes out, but through screaming, pleading and an arm reached in under the rubble as far as possible, Bakugou manages to somehow keep him awake. The red puddle leaking out from under the rubble grows larger. Time is very much just about to run out. 

Now the only things hardened left are the head, torso, and most of the stomach area, but not for much longer. Cracks are increasingly rapidly appearing in his face and he can no longer speak due to having his head so wedged between the ground and the rubble.

The story will either end with the rescuers making it just in time, or Bakugo hearing a faint whisper sounding something like "get your arm out of here" before the small space under the rubble thundered down like a beast snapping its jaws shut around its prey, erasing all evidence that someone had been there aside from the red puddle and a few red splatters across a shocked face.

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A shorter one coming up! And Kirishima doesn’t even get hurt in this one? woah..

It's Kirishima's first time visiting the Bakugou house. Katsuki and his mom gets into an argument almost immediately, as expected. Kirishima is concerned but doesn't say or do anything since this seems sadly quite normal for them, as their speech patterns seem to go on almost on autopilot, throwing harsh insults and criticism to each other while the dad sits quiet at his own corner of the table. The mood is tense and uncomfortable but then Katuki mutters something under his breath and Kirishima sees to his disbelief how Mitsukis arm raises above her son's head, preparing to strike. 

She's barely started to swing down before her wrist is abruptly caught in motion. Due to the initial shock of having been stopped for the first time in forever makes her freeze. Her wrist is held in a vise-like grip, not tight as to hurt her, but so solid it's completely impossible to pry the rough, rock hard fingers off of her. The one holding her, the THING holding her, is standing in front of her son, her son who's standing there, wide eyes and equally as shocked as herself, eyes glued to the thing in front of him. 

In his fury, Kirishima had gone full Unbreakable as he'd reached out to stop this woman from hitting her child. He knew it was overkill, to use his quirk at all, but his protective instinct had gone into overdrive when the woman had threatened what was so precious to him, and his body had reacted before his mind could catch up. 

After what felt like forever of intense staring, Unbreakable's distorted sharp features morphed back into the soft, kind face it was supposed to be, the hand holding the wrist let go of it's iron grip, letting both arms fall to their respective sides. 

"We're spending the weekend at my house, Katauki."  he mutters as he gently grabs Katsukis hand and determinedly takes him out of the house. 

Katsuki has never seen Kirishima's eyes so dark, heard his voice being that cold. His body is buzzing with... Something. He doesn't know what, but the hand holding his is warm and steady, and he knows he'll hold it until the end of the world.

I’m aware of the discourse surrounding Mitsuki. Is she a good parent who just got introduced in a shitty way, or is she abusive? I don’t carea bout the discourse and I enjoy reading both portrayals. In this particular portrayal she is abusive though.

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Okay! Time for the first gore-y one. Warning for blood, big wounds and mention of exposed guts.

There's a big battle, and the class has of course been right in the middle of it. Kirishima and Bakugou had gone off to the side, pursuing an especially nasty villain (read: Bakugou ran after while Kirishima tagged along yelling at him to keep with the group). Things were going alright until one wrong move was made and everything suddenly changed. Somehow, Bakugou found himself blown away, lost in a huge dust cloud. The villain they had been hunting was gone, and so was Kirishima. Or so he thought. Once the dust had cleared enough to see, he found Kirishima's characteristic shape laying on the ground among some rubble and glass shards. With an uncomfortable tightness in his chest, he'd ran over and once he got there, the world spun. 

In Kirishima's abdomen was a more or less gaping hole, ominously pumping out a steady stream of blood. Bakugou's vision went fuzzy around the edges and he felt his knees buckle under him when the wet, shiny surface of exposed guts peeked through the slashed up skin. He fell to his knees next to his friend who was somehow still conscious. 

"K-katsuki..?" 

Kirishima's voice comes out gravely and wet. His breaths are so short and shallow. Bakugou's eyes snap to Kirishima's. 

"Katauki, what happened? Where are w-" he grit his teeth as he winced. "Fuck, this really hurts". His gaze wanders down to inspect the damage on his body but Bakugou quickly, but oh so lightly, grabs his head and forces him to look back up at him.

"Don't- don't look" he manages to sputter out. But Kirishima already saw. The look in his eyes makes spoken words unnecessary. "This is really bad." 

Blood is still flowing freely and Bakugou has to make a decision. Either wait and run the high risk of letting Kirishima bleed out, or do something about it himself. He's have to cauterize the wound. 

"W- I..the blood.. we can't let it flow like that." He couldn't force the word out of his mouth, but Kirishima seemed to understand. 

He can't. He just can't. This is Kirishima. If he fucks up- if he miscalculates even a little bit, everything will go to shit. He'll kill Kirishima. He could fucking kill Kirishima. Bakugou is getting lightheaded, forehead dripping and hands shaking. This is so much pressure and so little time. 

No class has prepared him for this. There was once a brief mention of cauterization and how people with heat quirks could perform it if needed, but nothing could've prepared him for what it would be like to actually have to to it. And so soon. And on Kirishima. Who's body seemed to have made it a sport to evacuate all its blood as quickly as possible. 

His thoughts were spinning and he could feel the world closing in on him. All noises were too loud, distracting. He couldn't concentrate. His hands were hovering directly above the main source of the bloodflow, shaking visibly. And Kirishima, the fucker, had with his own slightly trembling hands reached up to hold them slightly above Bakugou's, hardened. Bakugou later realized that was the stupid fucking redhead's attempt to shield Bakugou from any possible damage he could receive from the blast he was about to create, and to focus the heat downwards. Who the fuck would thing about something like that in this situation? No one but Kirishima fucking Eijirou. 

"Okay, im- I'm gonna do it now" he choked out, the uncertainty not even a little bit concealed. Kirishima's eyes were closed in a frowning anticipation of the pain to come, but he still managed to reply.

"I trust you Katsuki". 

The pressure was so high. He could kill Kirishima. He could die. It would be his fault. The blood was booming in his ears so loudly he couldn't even hear his own sobbing gasps for air as his breathing became more and more like hyperventilating. It was like his ability to make the decision had been locked. He knew he had to do it, but the consequence for messing it up, it was too great. He couldn't do it. And yet, the seconds kept ticking away, dripping by one by one just like the blood keeping his friend alive. Kirishima let out a choked whimper and it was like jamming a stick in a bear trap. In a split second Bakugou's brain flipped to a decision. A decision his body was not ready for. 

BOOM

His vision goes white, or maybe black, he couldn't tell, and he feels something warm and moist splatter in small dots on his face. His ears are ringing. The edges of his vision blurry, spinning, unreal. 

He'd fucked up. 

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Why are his hands red and wet? 

What is that sizzling noise? The burnt smell? Below him is a blurry mess or red and black but his gaze can't focus on anything. That annoying ringing in his ears drown out all other possible noises. 

He fucked up. 

Shock takes an iron grip on him and prevent him from wrapping his head around what is going on. There was something urgent. He had needed help? Recovery girl. 

And that's how they were found. Bakugou sitting with wide, unfocused eyes, tears running down his cheeks unnoticed by himself. Gaze locked on the body in front of him. The body with a big hole blown up in the stomach area, its contents basically soup. 

Midoriya is the first one to reach them, immediately recognizing the unfocused stare and uneven breathing. 

"He's in shock. Deep in shock. He doesn't move or respond to anything, what the hell happened?" 

"Oh my god, Kirishima"

The sound of his name seemed to feel at least part of Bakugou's consciousness back to his body because he let out a sudden, deep sob and barely loud enough to be hard, he whispered. 

"I fucked up"

So yeah, even the best sometimes fuck up when such immense pressure is put on them. Kiri got his gut blown to shit yo. I do think he survives though. How will Bakugou deal with having fucked up so badly? Maybe I’ll write some angs about him dealing with it lol

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This one is the real gore-porno lol (not actual porn tho, dw), warning for blood, guts and ANGST. In a huge explosion or other type of great force, Kirishima is almost split in half. On one leg getting mostly ripped off, all the way from the very base of his thigh, along with a bit of his side and stomach. Sort of like this, but the leg still being attatched to the body by some bits of skin and flesh.

Kirishima's perspective:

He doesn't understand what's going on really. His body has gone in shock and he doesn't feel pain, just kinda numbness and confusion. He don't know why he can't move when he’s laying there on the ground. He feels both hot and cold at the same time, and he can't really tell where his arms and legs are. 

"Bakugou, what's going on?" He asks. But Bakugou doesn't reply. He just sobs as he pets his cheek and seems to be in great distress.

Bakugou rummages around a bit, still sobbing and gasping, gritting this teeth, and eventually somehow manages to hoist Kirishima's limp body onto his back. Huh, he must be hurt then, Kirishima assumes.

"Are we going to recovery girl?" He asks, head slightly bouncing on Bakugou's shaking shoulder as he runs.  Bakugou manages to choke out a quiet "ssshhh, don't talk now" between sobs, and Kirishima gets more worried now. Bakugou is really distressed, what's going on? 

He tries to look around. Has it gotten this dark already? There must be sweat or something getting in his eyes, because his vision is getting darker and blurrier. And he's so tired. Maybe he'll just take a nap. Bakugou is here so he's safe. Hell just close his eyes for a moment...

Then it switches to Bakugou's perspective, and we are back when he's just picked Kirishima up.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He can't deal with this. Why hadn't he been there?? How did this even happen? This fucker was supposed to have the best defence in the entire hero force, what the fuck?? 

He can't stop his sobbing. Why would he? This is real. Kirishima will die any second and the only thing he can do is run. Run for his friends life. 

He'd been scared to his core when he'd found Kirishima laying on the ground, unmoving. He'd sat down beside him, too in shock to even begin to know what to do. And then Kirishima had startled him half to death by suddenly coughing and grunting out something that sounded like "Bhkgh, ws gngh nh", voice wet with blood. The relief of realizing his friend was still alive, there was still time, was overwhelming. But it was also quickly replaced with the fear of fucking this up and letting time run out. He had gently brushed Kirishima's cheek, the redhead seemingly unknowing of the situation he was in. 

Now he was running with the most precious cargo on his back, trying to control his breathing so he could run steadier and faster, not making the weight on his back bounce too violently. The hand holding the body on his back were wet with blood, and his heart got caught in his throat when one of his hands felt slippery guts on their way out between his fingers. His focus starts to slip. It's too much. Suddenly he feels a breath on his cheek, followed by a wet choking noise and some blood splatter on the side of his face. Kirishima is still alive. Trying to say something even though his body is falling apart. 

"Shhh, don't talk now" Bakugou sobs. 

Somewhere along the shock takes overhand for Bakugou as well and his sprint turns into a jog.

Eventually they stumble into the secured area and are seen and approached by the others, who get a real shock when they see the state the two are in. Turns out neither Bakugou or Kirishima had been really present during this traumatizing event and neither's narrative was reliable. The scene is gruesome. Bakugou, stumbling forward in an unfocused and not seeming to have a plan for going in a direction in particular. Blood covering most of his face from a wound on his head, probably having a concussion. When asked what's going on or what he's carrying he just answers in short sentences like "I don't have time" or "I'm supposed to get recovery girl", seemingly not having registered the questions at all. The biggest shock is when they see what he's been carrying though. On his back hangs Kirishima. He's seemingly unconscious at this point, body limp and.. one leg dragging behind on the ground, guts on their way out from the hole it left behind.

When they manage to pry Kirishima off Bakugou's back they realize he's cold and completely unmoving. He's probably been dead for a while. Bakugou had been too far gone in shock to understand this rescue mission was over.

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I’m sparing Kiri from getting hurt in this one lol.  "What's going on?" 

Kirishima came rushing to the place where a few of his classmates along with their teacher had gathered around a certain explosive student. 

"I don't know? We were in the middle of an exercise and I just grabbed him and he freaked out!" 

Kirishima quickly made his way into the center of the gathering and saw what had caused it. 

Bakugo was having some kind of panic attack, breathing going in and out of hyperventilating and eyes frozen, staring at nothing. His skin was shiny with sweat and his whole body was visibly tensed to the maximum, even vibrating slightly, hands popping ominously. No one could even get close without the red eyes immediately snapping to them, explosions growing bigger and more threatening. Bakugou was completely lost in his own head, reacting to every sound like a threat. 

Kirishima could tell the others were afraid. Afraid for their friend, but also of him. No one could get close. 

Well, no one except Kirishima. 

“Aizawa, I think I can help.” he said, eyes not leaving the blonde. 

The teacher could’ve canceled the blonde’s quirk, could’ve made it relatively easy to overpower the out-of-control student and taken him to recovery girl. but he knew his students well enough to know that would be devastating to his current state, only adding more panic, fear and humiliation. He knew about these two’s bond. Knew Kirishima could take the blasts. It was worth a shot.

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"Bakugo? Can you hear me?” Kirishima asked softly. No reaction from the blonde aside from maybe a few extra heavy breaths. He would have to grab his attention somehow.

“ I am going to place my hands on your upper arms. I will not grab you, just lightly touch you, okay?"

The blond's gaze was turned inwards, eyes frantically darting around, following things that weren't there. Kirishima gently placed his hands on his friend's upper arms, making sure not to squeeze or grab, as to not trigger him up even more. He could feel the body slightly tense up under his palms, but he didn't violently flinch away or explode like he had when their teacher had attempted the same thing to try to calm him down. Kirishima swallowed once before speaking again, voice soft but strong. 

"I am going to move my hands down to your hands and then hold them to my chest. My hands are going to brush along your arms on the way down so you can feel exactly where they are, okay?" No response from the shaking body so he proceeded with his plan. 

"I'm going to lightly take hold of your hands now." 

Gently, he placed the sweaty, shaky hands on his chest, placing his own hands on top to keep them from falling down. He searched for the deep red gaze and finally managed to catch it. He caught it and held it. 

"There you are." 

He could see the turmoil behind Bakugo's eyes, the panic and feeling of being cornered. He held his gaze steady, grounding. 

"You can feel me breathing, right? Can you feel the rythm of my breaths? Let's breathe together, alright? In.......and out.." 

Slowly, Bakugo's hyperventilating slowed down into a more stable pace, matching up with Kirishima's, and his gaze started coming back to the real world, still locked onto the others eyes. Kirishima let out a proud smile.

"There we go! I'm glad to have you back!" He let his hands fall back and so did the blonde, as expected. What he didn't expect though was the blond letting himself fall into him, resting his forehead against his chest. 

"Thank you.." he could hear his friend mumble, letting out a deep breath. Kirishima felt a hand fumbling for his and he grabbed it and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry about it" he breathed into the spiky hair.

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Aaaaaaand I’m finishing this monstrosity of a post off with some fluff. You deserve it if you read this far haha! 

Among other things, kissing had been a new thing added to the list of things kirishima enjoyed a lot, after he and Bakugou had started dating. It could be so intimate, but also so casual. The perfect way of showing your loved one affection! It could be done in so many ways too! but there was one particular type of kiss that had grown to become Kirishima’s absolute favorite. It was not one of those deep, tongue-exercising kisses, even though he enjoyed those too! No, this was actually something that had started out as a joke, but had turned into something so much more special and fun. 

It all started one day when Bakugou was heading to the showers after a training session and was going to give Kirishima a quick kiss as he passed him by in the common-room. Kirishima didn’t know why he’d done it differently that time, but het way he had shaped his mouth as they parted had created the most cartoonishly loud smack that the whole room had gone silent. The surprise in Bakugou’s eyes had slowly morphed into a face of immense satisfaction and manic joy. 

“Dude” was finally heard from Kaminari who’d decided to break the silence. “That was loud as FUCK”. 

Bakugou’s red eyes immediately snapped to him. 

“Damn right it was! Louder than your sorry ass could ever make it!” 

And after that it was on. 

Bakugou made it a sport to, of course when they were in the most public places, make the loudest possible smack when parting from a casual kiss. As much as to show affection, the goal of these kisses were to make an as loud noise as possible, sort of as a flex to any unfortunate classmate that happened to be around when it happened. Of course Bakugou had made it into some kind of personal challenge to figure out the way to make the loudest kiss possible during his time at UA and he was well on his way already. Kirishima thought it was a bit silly but he would lie if he didn't admit he also felt a smug satisfaction when they parted with a loud plop, having perfected the way he pouted his lips, creating a suction cup effect when colliding with Bakugou's similarly shaped ones. A comedic display to say the least. But much manlier than a subtle peck on the cheek. ____________________________________________

If you got all the way down here, thank you so much for reading! I’m not a writer, but sometimes I get little ideas that I write down, and then I might as well share them ^^ 

[madin-din]

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fandom: boku no hero academia pairing: tododeku words: 1.7k

notes: a story about finding the truth, finding a home, and somewhere in between all that: falling. in love.

listen... there is so much potential for the sun and moon dichotomy here. i can only hope i did it justice. 

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Chapter 1: The Sun

Midoriya is not how Todoroki expected a Moon Kingdom citizen to look. He has hair the colour of life, vibrant green and untamed and nothing like the various shades of red and orange Todoroki’s used to seeing on this side of the Wall. The freckles patterned on his face could very well be made of moon particles themselves, and beneath the sunlight, they almost seem to sparkle.

Todoroki Shouto from the Sun Kingdom meets Midoriya Izuku from the Moon Kingdom.

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Even after sixteen full cycles, Todoroki Shouto still doesn’t feel like he belongs under the Sun.

Being born to the Sun King himself, Todoroki is arguably more solar than any other citizen in the kingdom. His flame-red hair is a striking inheritance from his father, and if that isn’t enough to officially label him as someone who lives under the Sun, then the natural affinity he has with fire leaves no room for discussion: Todoroki Shouto comes from the Sun Kingdom.

And yet—his skin is paler than most, even though it should be golden and tanned by now, at sixteen spans old, like everyone else. Underneath the contacts his father forces him to wear, his left eye is blue rather than brown, a ring of ice circling around his pupil. And on the rare occasions that it rains, he feels drawn to the water almost as much as he is to fire; if he reaches out to touch the droplets falling from the sky, he might even be able to solidify them, control them.

It has been years, decades, since the Sun cast out the Moon long ago. The Wall between the two kingdoms shows the strength of how the Sun can exist independently and Endeavor takes pride in his kingdom’s ability to thrive without help from the Moon.

But Todoroki has always, always been fascinated by the Moon. He knows the tales just like anyone else, about how the Moon Kingdom is a wasteland now that there is no contact with the Sun. The people there are said to be skin and bones, weak and fragile from the lack of sunlight. They are barely surviving because crops need nourishment from the Sun and the dim glow of the Moon just isn’t enough to sustain life. It’s only a matter of time before the Moon Kingdom citizens die out, his father tells him.

That can’t be true, though. If they’ve managed to last this long without the Sun, Todoroki knows that they must have figured out a different way to stay alive.

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The Sun Festival starts as it always does, with Todoroki standing on a raised platform in the middle of the capital’s marketplace. He’s dressed in traditional clothing, loose pants and red robes wrapped around his waist, and he holds two strings of ribbons in each of his hands. It doesn’t take long for a crowd to gather as the music of drums signals the start of the ceremony.

Todoroki raises his arms to wait for the beat that indicates the beginning of his performance. Near the back of the audience, he sees his father, the Sun King, watching him with the intensity of solar flares in his eyes.

Inhaling, he begins to dance.

His movements are small at first, just pacing around the stage while casually waving his batons, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. When the music picks up, he leaps into action, flicking his wrists to create a series of small circles with the ribbons before using the momentum to twist his body, spinning into pirouettes. Red and orange colours swirl around him like twin wheels of fire and his heart beats in rhythm to the drums in the background.

The audience follows his routine with warm cheers and little dances of their own, the people themselves becoming songs in front of his very eyes. He bends low, snaking the ribbons along the floor, preparing for a jump. This part of Sun Kingdom tradition, he thinks, is one that he has always enjoyed.

The end of the dance is marked by Todoroki tossing the ribbons up in the air, catching both of them with one hand, and sweeping into a deep bow all in a single, fluid movement. By the time he walks off stage, the sun is at the highest point in the sky, and the festival officially begins.

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He gazes up at the clouds above his head, at the Wall that encircles the land, and just as he’s about to turn away, he blinks.

What he sees must be a mistake because, squinting up against the sunlight, Todoroki makes out the shadow of a person standing on top of the Wall.

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The Wall is at least thirty meters above the ground and Todoroki has never heard of anyone who has tried to climb it before—even young children know better than to use the Wall as a playground. And yet, the silhouette he’s looking at now stands at the highest point closest to the sun, and begins descending.

Todoroki has to admit that it’s a feat as impressive as it is reckless.

Entranced, he makes his way over to the Wall himself, head tilted back to follow the movements. He witnesses the exact moment the shadow stumbles, loses their footing, falls—down, down, down.

In that moment, Todoroki moves purely out of instinct, running to the edge of the Wall with his arms outstretched as though he plans to catch the person. He can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, palms starting to flare up uncontrollably at the thought of watching someone crashing to their death right in front of him.

The person—a boy, Todoroki sees now—plummets head-first like a rock tossed in water, and for a terrifying moment, Todoroki is sure he’s going to crack open his skull. But just before hitting the ground, he manages to maneuver himself midair in time to land on his feet, bending low to absorb the impact of the fall. He straightens back up, barely even affected, and Todoroki watches in bewilderment as he takes in the surroundings.

They lock eyes.

Swallowing, Todoroki can’t help but stare at the stranger. He’s never seen eyes like his before. Eyes that glow.

“Can you take me to All Might?” The boy blurts out, walking closer. There’s no greeting, no explanation as to why he was standing on top of the Wall; only—determination.

It takes Todoroki a few seconds to register the words, blinking out of his trance. All Might. He hasn’t heard that name in years, and any Sun Kingdom citizen would know not to mention it under Endeavor’s reign. Narrowing his gaze at the stranger in front of him, he asks, cautiously, “You’re not from… here. Are you?”

For a moment, panic flashes in the boy’s eyes. Then, he smiles sheepishly, hands fidgeting with nervousness. “Are you going to turn me in?”

And although it’s not a verbal acknowledgement, it’s a confirmation all the same. This boy, who climbed to the top of the Wall and somehow sustained only minimal injuries after falling to the ground, is not someone from the Sun Kingdom.

Which can only mean one thing: he’s from the Moon Kingdom.

“All Might is dead,” Todoroki says instead of answering the question. He watches the boy carefully, observing every micromovement on his face in attempt to discern whether he’s a threat or not.

“O-oh…” The boy looks to the floor and Todoroki guesses that whatever information he’s heard about the people of the Sun must be extremely outdated. “Do you know if he really parted the clouds during the Year of Darkness?”

There is that glow in his eyes again, Todoroki notices as his heart does something funny. He nods once, expression controlled. “He did.”

The Year of Darkness is a moment in history that is taught to every Sun Kingdom citizen, a tale of bravery and heroism displayed by their previous King. When the skies had become dark for so long and people started dying due to the lack of sunlight, All Might had gathered a team of people from both sides of the Wall to chase away the clouds. It is the only incidence in the past century that Todoroki can recall the Sun and Moon Kingdoms setting aside their differences to accomplish a common goal.

On that day, All Might had become the Symbol of Light, named after the very first rays of sunlight that passed through the clouds that year.

Todoroki supposes it’s not a surprise that All Might is well-known by Moon Kingdom citizens as well.

“I guess I came all the way here for nothing,” the boy laughs, nervous energy all around. He scratches at the back of his head before stretching out a hand in greeting. “My name is Midoriya Izuku, by the way!”

Cautiously, Todoroki reaches out his own hand. “Todoroki Shouto.”

“Todoroki,” the boy says, testing the name on his tongue. His face breaks into a smile. “Thank you for answering my questions.”

Inspecting him now, Midoriya Izuku is not how Todoroki expected a Moon Kingdom citizen to look. He has hair the colour of life, vibrant green and untamed and nothing like the various shades of red and orange Todoroki’s used to seeing on this side of the Wall. The freckles patterned on his face could very well be made of moon particles themselves, and beneath the sunlight, they almost seem to sparkle. ­

In the distance, he hears chatter and footsteps; the sound of people coming their way. He doesn’t need to ask to know what would happen if they find a Moon Kingdom citizen on this side of the wall—capture, imprisonment. Execution.

“Midoriya,” he whispers urgently, “you should go.”

“—Yeah.” He looks like he’s about to say something before cutting himself off. Then, as if suddenly struck by an idea, he stops abruptly in his tracks and turns back to face Todoroki. “Do you—want to come with me?”

The words are shy when Midoriya says them but something in his eyes tell Todoroki that he likes the adventure, the thrill.

Todoroki opens his mouth to answer before closing it again. He thinks of the kingdom he’s lived in his whole life and an entire kingdom that is unknown to him, ruled by a completely different celestial body. The sun today shines as brightly as it does any other day but all he really sees is the excited glow of Midoriya’s eyes.

There are people coming closer now. If they wait any longer, they’ll be discovered.

And, well, at sixteen spans old, Todoroki thinks that he’s finally ready to see exactly what is on the other side of the Wall for himself.

[katsudekuheadcanons]

Ne, KatsuDeku rock band AU? Kacchan is basically part of a band with Kirishima (drums), Kaminari (lead guitar), Sero (bass guitar), and with Kacchan himself as the lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist (because I still wanna see him rocking away with a guitar while singing). Deku decides to go to one of their concerts and instantly becomes a fan and the rest is up to the imagination (i.e. Kacchan making direct eye contact with Deku on stage while performing)

Ochako is actually the biggest fangirl of Katsuki’s band. The band is called Yuuei, and Denki is her favorite member.

Izuku is Ochako’s best friend, and one day he decided to surprise her with tickets to their show for her birthday! It would be Izuku’s first time seeing them in concert, but hes heard some songs before from Ochako constantly listening to them.  And He’d admit that the vocalist could sing. On a CD that is–Izuku would judge that vocalist Katsuki’s real talent, once he hears him sing in person.

Ochako is beside herself with joy when Izuku presents the tickets!  She spends the next month prepping for the concert (making sure she has the latest shirts and signs for them)

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It’s the day of the show and Ochako made sure they got there an entire night before so they could be front row. (It was to Izuku’s surprise that they werent the only ones..)But thanks to that, they were now front row. Front-middle to be exact. Right in front of where the vocalist would be standing.

When the show starts Izuku cant believe just how LOUD Ochako is screaming!  Her and all the other fans surrounding him. Izuku looks at the stage to see numerous flashing lights, a smoke effect and the sound of an inatrumental audio being played (One off their newest album, he remembers).

And it was then that the members started coming out one by one. First Kirishima (Thankfully Ochako is yelling all their names)!  He is the drummer, and he gives the crowd a powerful wave and ‘charming’ grin. He lifts his drum sticks up high before going to his place. Next is Sero with his bass guitar. He walks out to the center stage, and puts a hand up to his ear to act like he can’t hear the thousands of fans cheering his name. He seems to get the reaction he wants, because the crowd just gets /louder/ when he does that.  He smiles, waves, then heads to his position on the stage.

Then, out comes Denki. Izuku is almost positive that Ochako loses all ability to speak audibly. She’s waving her hands, practically on the verge of tears at this blonde male standing before her. Izuku can’t help but laugh,  and he watches as the leade guitarist points out to the crowd and yells out back to them. He nods in approval,  before taking place at the right side of the stage.  Ochako’s eyes are beaming and glistening with tears, and she’s taking out her phone to snap as many pictures as possible per second.

Lastly is the vocalist.  Katsuki is his name, and the one Izuku is, internally, most excited for. He wants to hear how he sings live! He wants to see if he’s really singing or if he’s lipsyncing, how he acts with his fans, whats his personality like in person versus those crappy fan cams??

“Hey everybody! Thanks for comin out tonight!” The ash blonde already has a microphone in hand while he’s walking to center stage.

Izuku’s eyes are glued to him. For some reason his face is growing hotter and he feels an excitement bubbling inside.  Ochako tugs at Izuku’s sleeve,  crying at this point, yelling about how she think she’s falling in love all over again. 

Katsuki says some more opening words,  and ends it with a ‘lets go! ’. Thats the rest of the bands cue to start up the opening song. 

Izuku is drowning in the greatness of it all.  They play song after song,  take breaks and talk to the crowd, and soon it’s coming to an end.  The final number came way too fast,  and Izuku is as disappointed as the others around him when Denki announces its their final encore.

The instruments start up again, and the members (minus Kirishima) start moving to the front of the stage.  Theyre all reaching out and shaking the hands of their fans. Izuku can see on the side of his eye,  that Denki makes his way over by Ochako. She’s in tears all over again,  and stretching her arm as far as her body will allow.  And then Denki reaches out and touches her hand.  Its breif, before he moves onto the next fan. But Izuku can see Ochako is beside herself and he sure hopes she’s not going to pass out. 

He stops looking at her however when Katsuki makes his way to kneel in front of him.

He smiles.  And he’s got the smile of a heartbreaker!  Izuku is pretty much 100% confident that this singer uses his fame to benefit in flirting. He’s probably had countless famous, girlfriends, probably uses his charm to get what he wants– probably uses it to put the world under a spell,  and uses it to make everyone love him.

And Izuku is falling for it.  He’s being hypnotized by it. But it isn’t Izuku’s fault– Katsuki is looking directly at him singing the lyrics to this rock song so perfectly.  The words fall from his lips in a tune so enticing, and thats when Izuku is sure that Katsuki succeeded in his witchcraft. Because Izuku is dazed. He’s flushed red, his heart is racing, his eyes are wide, and he can’t even describe the feeling.  The entire concert, Izuku is becoming a fan but in that moment that Katsuki is singing to him, he’s bias. He’s /so/ bias.   He could forget the rest of the bands exists,  if he can just listen to that beautiful voice forever. 

And then its done. Katsuki stands up and moves on to the next fan. But Izuku’s eyes follow him. He watches him until the end of the show. Until he’s off that stage and out of site completely. 

Then its over. 

Izuku becomes an underground fan of the group and is specifically Katsuki bias after that.

Also,  seeing Yuuei live peaked his interest in music so much that he decides to go into college to learn about it further.  Years pass, he keeps on listening to Yuuei, but can’t make their concerts.  Even with Ochako inviting him, he doesn’t have the expenses to do so.  But nonetheless he still supports as much as he can. 

Finally though,  he’s graduating college. He studied to become a musician manager! 

Its his first day on the job. He’s going to be training in the company Plus Ultra, and his mentor is Todoroki Shouto.

“Before anything,  you should meet the members you’ll be helping me manage.” Todoroki speaks and opens the practice room door.

Izuku smiles and nods stepping into his room.

Then his heart stops  (Or its about to burst he’s not sure at that point). Because his eyes are staring straight at Katsuki.

Yes. That Katsuki. Handsome,  sexy, cool,  flirtatious, angelic voice,  Katsuki Bakugou from Yuuei.

Izuku is frozen in place, so Todoroki initiates the meeting.

“Katsuki, this is Izuku. Co-manager. He’ll be helping us out from now on”

Did Izuku hear correctly?  Is this really happening?

“Hey, Izuku.” Katsuki says. He speaks. Katsuki Bakugou says /his/name. “Nice to meet ya”

Izuku could literally die and go to heaven. 

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I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE?? Please guys. Send more asks about this. Im already planning to make this a fic too. Because I have so many ideas I couldnt fit into this ;; ♡♡