#if anything izuku should be a freelancer

[marimeeko]

*slams door back open and comes back into the room*

Ok you know what, no

You know what also doesn't make sense?? People are translating or clarifying the offer katsuki made and saying he was asking Izuku to be a SIDEKICK, and not open/partner at an agency.

But you know what, that doesn't really make sense either!

Bc they're also saying that in the MHA universe, sidekicks do not get hero ranked. And in the case of being katsukis sidekick, Izuku would be working under Katsuki.

So hold up!

You mean to tell me that Katsuki, who wanted to compete with Izuku, and race him to the top, who has long, LONG since gotten over his desire to put Izuku in his place/lord over him/boss him around,

You mean to tell me he wanted Izuku to be his SIDEKICK?

How can they compete like that?

Why would he want Izuku in a position where he couldn't compete on an equal ground? That was what he always wanted and worked for.

I'm just saying it's fucking weird that thats what katsuki asked for, because that's not what Katsuki has been trying to work for.

Isn't Katsuki wanting him to be a sidekick under him kind of defeating the purpose of his development, of the whole 8 hear process he went through to get Izuku back out into the field? Is this not inconsistent?

[violetnotez]

Izuku x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff, Artist AU!

⤷ Word Count: 1700+

⤷ Warnings: the reader is preggers in this one!

⤷ Synopsis: All you want to do is to get Izuku back in bed once you realize he’s working on his latest project in the early morning.

Song Recs: ⤷Adventure of A Life Time-Coldplay ⤷Simple and Clean-Mree ⤷First Light-Lindsey Stirling

This is for the Izuku Month! pls go check out the awesome writers participating for this month here!

Also thank you so much @freckledoriya for helping me with this one! 💕💕💕

You sighed as your mind began to drowsily awake from sleep, your eyes cracking open at your nightstand. Your hands went out to reach your phone in the dark, your limbs feeling heavy as you checked the time, flipping over the phone screen sluggishly. The light blinded you momentarily, your eyes scrunching by the brightness. You squinted through your lashes, a fuzzy number 3 in your line of vision.

It was 3 in the morning?!?

Well great.

You sighed in annoyance. You were sick of waking up so early and having such a diffult time going back to sleep. Your hand went out to reach for the man next to you, seeking to touch his warm and calloused skin.

Izuku was always your go to when you couldn’t go back to sleep-all you had to do was snuggle into his body and listen to his rhythmic heartbeat and you be in a blissful sleep in no time.

To your disappointment, though, your arm collided with empty air and a cold bed, Izuku nowhere to be found. You propped your body up on the bed, looking for your green haired lover-maybe he was using the bathroom?

Nope-the light in your shared bathroom was completely off, your bedroom coated in darkness.

You rolled your eyes internally with a smirk-you had an idea where he could be.

Your sluggish feet touched the cold wood floor, the only clothing on your body being a pair of underwear and one of Izuku’s t-shirts, the fabric loose and flowing against your frame.

You wobbled slightly on your legs-waking up suddenly had made your body unbalanced, and being pregnant wasn’t helping it.

You were over 2 months pregnant, the belly of the baby you had with Izuku finally beginning to show.

Izuku was ecstatic to become a father, always showering you with love and affection for you and the baby you shared together. You were constantly being kissed and caressed on your belly, his green tresses tickling your skin as he hummed sweet little phrases to your growing child. He was the most perfect man to have a baby with, always so kind and generous with his love for you two.

When he had heard the wonderful news, he instantly began crying, squeezing the life out of you as he blubbered on about how much he loved you and your child. After you had soothed his weeping state, he had promised he was going to begin decorating the baby’s room in the spare bedroom you two had.

Izuku had never been given a quirk, and it had sadly hindered him from becoming a hero, which was his dream job as a child. After finally coming to terms with his reality, poor Izuku was so devastated he resorted to art as his outlet for his disappointment. He was incredibly talented, and his strong determined spirit led him to being one of the most successful freelance artists in Japan at the mere age of 22.

So now his most recent project was quite simple-make the most beautiful mural ever for his future baby.

It was quite sweet of him to be so caring, but you had to admit-Izuku was taking it way too seriously. He had this wonderful plan of painting the whole room with pearly white clouds and feathery storks, their eyes sweet and doe like as they watched over your future baby as they slept.

You couldn't wait to see the final result, but-Izuku was spending a lot of his time on it.

You were waking up too many times in the night to only find that Izuku was gone from bed, working in your baby’s room at ungodly hours of the morning. You just wanted him to stay-all that work could wait for the morning.

You tiptoed to the room, the room light on as Izuku worked on his masterpiece. The faint smell of chemicals wafted in the air, signaling that Izuku was indeed painting in the room.

Thankfully, Izuku didn’t close the door completely, allowing you to watch him at work.

You loved seeing him when he painted-he always look so calm and at peace with himself, even if the eye bags under his eyes betrayed his actual state. His hair was unruly as ever, specks of blues and white coating the tips as well his nose.

Splatters of baby blue, opaque white, and pearly pink dusted his cheeks, blending in with the faint freckles that were already littered on his face.

You watched his strong muscles move delicately along the wall, the brush strokes going back and forth as he worked on one of the wings of the many storks he had sketched out.

He was so meticulous about each detail, yet so in peace with his work.

You walked in, deciding you were done admiring him and now wanting to complete your original plan- getting him to come back to bed.

He must have been really in the zone, though, as he didn’t even hear the steps of your feet on the plush carpeting as you wrapped your hands around his torso, snuggling his neck.

“It looks so pretty ‘Zuku, your doing such an amazing job,”

Midoriya jumped slightly by your touch, but then quickly eased into it once he realized it was you. A coating of pink blossomed on his face, realizing you must have been watching him work for a while now.

He sighed into your touch, his eyes closing in bliss.

“Hi puppy,” he greeted warmly, his voice low and feathery,” what are you doing up so early?”

He turned around, his eyes searching yours as his hands gently grasped around your stomach, his soothing digits running along the clothed skin.

His heart pinged just by the mere sight of you wearing his clothes-he loved when you wore anything of his.

“I should be asking the same about you.”

He chuckled lightly, his eyes going to the side in embarrassment. He knew he was staying up way too late to finish this project, but he felt in his heart he had to do it. This was for the child you two had made together, your very first one. He had to do everything in his power to make sure they came into a room that was filled with love and comfort.

“Y/n, you should be in bed right now, you and the baby need sleep,” he said sweetly, his hands still rubbing against the skin of your stomach.

“But how can I sleep when your baby misses you-“

You placed your hand on top of his, a giggle slipping out of your mouth.

“I think they know when your gone, because I always wake up when you leave the room to do this project-“

You pretended to look angry at him, a pointed look on your brow.

“-which has been every other night, might I add,”

A soft blush creeped into his skin, his warm lips kissing the top of your forehead.

“I’m sorry, dear, it’s just-I really, really want to finish-“

“Come on Izuku, you’ve got 7 whole months to finish the room!,” you argued softly, your hands brushing against the back of his neck, “you don’t have to rush it so much.”

“I know, but -but-what if I don’t finish it? What if something comes up or I have to paint another collection and I just get too busy? I would feel terrible if I don’t finish it in time for our baby.”,”

You smiled at the green haired man, his eyes drinking you in. God, he felt so lucky. You most definitely the most beautiful woman in his eyes, and he couldn’t fathom how he had snagged somebody as amazing as you.

“You won’t get too busy and you will finish it. I know you Izuku. Once you put your mind to something, you will keep doing it until it’s done. This project is no different!”

He gazed at you with a warm smile, his cheeks glowing under the specks of paint. You could feel how tired Izuku was, his body language a little less energetic than usual. His shoulder slumped as if they were weighed down, his half lidded eyes warm and dreamy. A soft sigh escaped his lips as you brushed the skin under his eyes, almost as if brushing the sleepless bags away.

“Please just come to bed,” you whispered, “I can’t go to sleep without you,”

He sighed as he took a small moment to think. His body was yelling at him to go to you, to just envelope himself in your warmth and comfort. But he really, really wanted to finish his project, because once it was done, he wouldn’t feel such a need to finish.

He gave you a tired smile, his fingers brushing against the skin of your arm as he reluctantly let go of your embrace.

“Okay...just let me finish this one wing and I’ll come back-“

“No!” You yelled defiantly, your hands wrapping around his neck. Your body collided with his strong back, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. A blush erupted on Izuku’s face as you cuddled against him.

“Bed-now,” you commanded softly. Your breath fanned against his skin, making goose bumps crawl up his back.

“Oh y/n, I promise I don’t want to argue with you,” he sighed out as he desperately tries to hold backs yawn, “I just want to-“

You rolled your eyes playfully at the defiant boy.

He really could be the most stubborn person you knew-but after being with him for so long, you knew exactly what would make him change his mind.

You swiveled yourself around Izuku until you were right in front of his face, his bright emerald eye staring at you with confusion. You gave him a soft smile, your lips gently colliding with his as you grasped his face with your hands.

The faint taste of strawberries (most likely from his chapstick) bursted in your mouth, making you smile against his lips. It was adorable to you how nervous he still was when you kissed him, your fingers warming up against his cheeck from his intense blushing. You parted from the boy, giggling at his clearly dazed expression.

“Bed?” You mused sweetly, your lashes fluttering, “Pretty please?”

Izuku chuckled at your attempts to win him over, your plan working perfectly. You knew him too well, and you knew exactly how to get him wrapped around your finger.

He gave you a small peck on your cheek, a smile blessing his lips as he bent down slightly, his hands curling around the backs of your knees.

You opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing, but what only came was a small squeak as he picked you up bridal style, your hands immediately finding an anchor around his neck.

He chuckled at your obvious shock, kissing your nose with warmth and endearment. He smile down at you as he walked out of the room, a contented sigh escaping his lip.

“Bed it is!”

[amysgiantbees]

Head-cannons for me for MHA DND

Urarka is grey ace pan. She likes to perform cantrips or float a little to alleviate stress. Socialist, ACAB. Trains with Bakugo regularly, they’re very close friends. Her parents are poor builders. They live in the poor area of the city and do a lot of community and charity work. 

Kirishima is a trans man. Loves meat, particularly red meat. Big protein guy. A whole homosexual. He has two mothers, one is a gladiator, the other is a stay at home mom. He does yoga and meditation. Absolute golden retriever, mourning person. He cracks his knuckles when stressed. Always goes for a mourning run. He knows how to speak Bakugo so he knows when is or isn’t being a dick. 

Denki is nonbinary they/he, Bisexual. Denki loves flirting with people’s parents especially Bakugo’s. His parents are awful and resent him for being chosen by Kord as they are very stuffy, devout followers of him for years and never recieved similar attention. Dyslexic and ADHD - ticks ALL the boxes, like can pick up talents very quickly, like the lyre. Night owl, puts all his work off till night then sleeps till noon. Gets jitters and ticks when stressed. Massive flirt. No filter. Lack of self preservation. Would be a fantastic dancer if he didn’t overthink it so much. Was in Jiro’s band.  Lichtenberg figure. When he short circuits it’s numbing. He can’t think and his thoughts come slowly too him at best. He often ends up drooling. He can’t focus on his surroundings. Can’t feel anything so people can easily take advantage. Usually can only form enough thoughts to reassure people and put his thumbs up to show he’s okay. 

Sero is nonbinary, they/them. Demisexual panromantic. Skateboards exist just for Sero. He is from a large family. Two fathers, one mother. They’re part of a traveling commune. Sero is just sleepy, isn’t a morning or a night person. Best wingman, very observant. Very laidback. Rubs arm and elbow when stressed. His family are tattoo artists, did his elbow tattoos as his magic focusses before he left for high school. 

Whole Bakusquad are Kord fans. 

Mina is ace/aromantic. her parents are assassins' that specialize in poisonings. Night owl. Loves fashion, and visiting Bakugo’s parent’s store. Sensible one out of the Bakusquad. Bakugo is usually the brains behind their plans but she’s the primary authority on whether they go ahead. Kirishima tends to hesitate - look to others for advice, Sero hesitates too - wants to think it over and take his time, Denki just dives in on instinct - what feels right, Bakugo is impatient - does not hesitate at all and often doesn’t factor in people’s feelings. Mina is the perfect balance of everyone. Thinks it through, has good instincts, is brave, doesn’t need to ask but is open to suggestions. 

Aoyama is gay. He has IBS (Alcohol, chocolate, caffeinated beverages are potential culprits as are certain types of carbohydrate known as FODMAPs). He massages his face when he’s stressed. 

Tsuyu is ace and homoromantic. Her dad is a grung florist and her human mother is the accountant for the flower business. She has two little siblings, a twin brother and sister. 

Jiro is a sex positive ace bisexual. Jiro’s family are very popular travelling bards. Songwriters too, they’ve patented songs. Night owl. She plays with her hair when stressed. Plays instruments to relax. Can get stage fright. Likes to sing to calm down people after a monster attack, help people with both her talents. Loves her parents. 

Nejire Hado grew up as an orphan raised by the local temple of Sune. She has grown to have a stronger connection with Mystra now as she’s grown into her own person but she still loves and worships Sune. Nejire asks more questions than she answers. Gets over excited very easily. 

Bakugo is pansexual - he just likes them strong. His mother is half-orc and a model and fashion designer for her and her husband’s clothing business. It’s called Green with Envy. Masaru has terrible shyness when it comes to modeling. So all of their clothing is made to be gender neutral and Mitiski models everything for the flyers and posters. Totally has ADHD, impulsivity, avoids lengthy tasks, feels restless, can’t stay seated. Never drinks, this man treats his body like a temple, he has a bed time, morning person. Bakugo cracks his neck and joints when stressed. Can play drums, was in Jiro’s band.

Tokoyami is ace and grey aromantic. He can play the lyre, was in Jiro’s band. Dark Shadow likes to collect shiny things. He pets and talks to her her when stressed. He loves poetry and ballads. Often spends nights in taverns listening to dark songs. Writes his own poetry. Only his best friend Shoji and crush Aoyama get to read it though and even then it’s very reluctantly. 

Shoji is very nervous to date, very insecure. grey ace, panromantic. 

Ojiro is pan. Everyone likes to play with his tail when he grows it. He plays with it when stressed. 

Koda is ace and aromantic. Likes to hide, be somewhere small and confined when stressed. Terrified of bugs, but mostly just the crawly, scary ones. 

Sato is grey ace aromantic. Stress eats. Solves other peoples problems with food too. Giving gifts is his love language. 

Izuku is also pan he really likes them strong. His mother has a tiny cake shop in her house next door to Green with Envy. Night owl, anxious. ADHD - shows in impulsivity, distracted, very observant, fidgeting, can’t stay focused, talking excessively, interrupts, intrusive. He fidgets with his hands when nervous. Holds grudges and guilt trips when upset. can’t forgive himself, apologizes too much. Stubborn, doesn’t know when to give up. 

Heroes are gladiator esque. They have posters, dolls, figures, homemade wood carvings. They work as adventures but some are paid by the heroes commission to remain in one city and participate in gladiator battles (not to the death) too. 

All Might is currently ranked number 1 in the world by the hero commission and has permission to teleport anytime to other countries to help but is based in Faerun, Masfutu. 

Izuku and Bakugo try every year to win behind the scenes tickets to the coliseum. 

All Might is ace/aro. He’s always been naturally talented at picking up new skills - ADHD - and is thrown that he hasn’t quite taken so well to teaching. Struggled for a bit but is taking it seriously and putting in the work finally. 

Grand Torino and Recovery Girl are in love and they spend their dates hassling and messing with the Youth. 

Cementos is struggling with a divorce

Mic and Aizawa are married. They have been since a couple of years after school. Aizawa had a whole flamboyant, elaborate proposal planned for Mic, but the day he was going to propose Mic said “we should get married” while gazing lovingly in his eyes and Aizawa was so relieved. 

Mic is nonbinary trans he/they. Before he got married to Aizawa and teaching when they took a break from each other he was a world famous Bard. He sings in class and Aizawa has to always bang on the wall to get him to shut up when it gets to loud. 

Aizawa is trans and Shinso is son with an ex he jumped into a relationship with after he finished UA. He was never a “hero” in the coliseum, didn’t want the attention, he was a freelance adventurer for a little bit before becoming pregnant, then teaching. 

The reason Power Loader never wears a shirt is because he is a huge fashionista and he doesn’t want any of his clothes getting wrecked because he refuses to own no more ugly clothes than required. 

Ibara Shiozaki is straight. She’s from a whole family of temple worshippers. (Fantasy) bible before boys. 

Jurota Shishida is the lone survivor of a werewolf attack and an orphan. He lives at the school permanently. 

Iida is mostly straight. He swings his hands when stressed and musts his hair. plans everything. Morning person. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. 

Yaoyorozu is the local royalty. She has lead a VERY sheltered life. Never left the city except when directly teleporting to other fancy locations. Iida is very dedicated to her as his family is one of her family’s vassals. She rubs her chest when stressed. Absolute capitalist. Only knows how to ball dance and can play the piano. Was in Jiro’s High School band. Doesn’t get to do her own shopping a lot so loves to whenever she can. Loves spoiling people. Kind of naïve. 

Cementous and Exoplasm are the oldest teachers at UA and best friends. 

Shouto is a grey ace demiromatic gay man. He darts his eyes when nervous. He’s autistic. Knows how to ball dance.

Hawks is pan. He’s a workaholic so he’s up at the crack of dawn. Always seems laid back but is VERY observant. High alcohol tolerance. He plays with his feathers when nervous but is aware of this tell so tries to just do nothing and only does it if very stressed. Favourite food is birds, like chicken, as that’s hawks primary food. He has tetrachromats eyes so can see ultraviolet light. Female hawks are generally larger than males. Hawks prefer open habitats, like deserts or fields. Probably lives on the outskirt of the city, lots of windows. His preferred time to work is just before nightfall. He will likely only live to his 30s at most. He’s mostly based on red-tailed hawks. Perfectionist. Orphan, is the adopted child of the head of the commission. 

Shouto’s father is so desperate to find him and keep him because he knows that news of his reputation is vital. Enji is not royalty by blood but by marriage. He’s aware that if he doesn’t keep a tight leash on his family they could ruin his reputation as he’s human (mostly) and the rest are half-elves. So they’ll all outlive him. He’s already lost Touya so he’s desperate to as discreetly as possible find Shouto. Momo is helping him run away and hide out and paying for his school tuition. Enji was at first a hero like All Might until he managed to secure his marriage with Rei. He’s very aware that there’s only so much he can control his reputation as his whole family will outlive him. So will he redeem himself or double down? 

Dabi is the League’s reluctant big brother. Likes to mess around with Toga most of all, she reminds him of his little siblings. 

Vlad King is one of the founders of UA and is over 100 years old. 

* These are purely notes for myself for a dnd game coming up for myself which is why I’ve nicked ideas from tiktoker lia_faye. 

[shushmal]

“I’ll do it for you.”

Twenty-Five

“So, are you ready for that interview?” Katsuki asks, setting a plate in front of Izuku.

He fully expects the long, pained groan and the thud of Izuku’s head on the table. Katsuki just starts into his tofu, waiting out the dramatics.

“Could you kill me instead?”

“Hell no, I’m not getting murder put on my record.”

Izuku lifts his head, pouting. “That’s the only reason?”

“Training Totaru to shit in the toilet will be annoying, so we should probably keep you alive until then.”

“Is that the only reason you keep me around? Changing the litter box?”

“The one and only,” Katsuki says, seriously. “Now eat your food, you ungrateful freeloader.”

“I pay half of everything!” Izuku cries, his face scrunched up indignation. He sets in on his dinner regardless, praising Katsuki’s cooking like he does every night and Katsuki yells at him for talking with his mouth full like he does every night. It sounds like it should be boring, the times Izuku’s not sitting at their table, happily eating anything and everything Katsuki cooks, feels like a waste of a day where he could have been there.

Izuku hates all media interviews. He just doesn’t do well in front of the large cameras, the blinding lights, and the too-fake, too-professional smiles that every interviewer plasters on as soon as they start filming. He just doesn’t sync up with it the way Momo and Eijirou can.

Katsuki hates them too, but only because it’s a waste of time.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Izuku admits, smiling when Katsuki piles his plate with more food. “I haven’t managed to get through one interview successfully without the crew needing to edit it heavily. And this one is live.”

“You’ll be fine,” Katsuki says with a shrug.

And that might not be true exactly. Katsuki lives with the knowledge that one day Izuku is just going to blurt his entire back story out on live television, and nothing short of blowing up the stage will save him.

Izuku deflates a little, like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. “I guess.”

For a moment, Katsuki chews a little aggressively, considering his options. He could put on an emergency call to Izuku right before he’s set to go on, and then he’d have no choice but to answer. Katsuki could probably get him running through the city for a few good hours before Izuku would figure out Katsuki had faked it.

But then Izuku would frown at him, and feel guilty, and apologize to the interviewer and offer her another evening to do the interview.

“Fine,” Katsuki sighs. “I’ll do it for you.”

“You will?!” Izuku says, sitting up. “Wait, no— You can’t! They’re expecting Deku!”

“And they’ll be happy to get me instead, since I never do interviews,” Katsuki snaps, nearly biting through his chopsticks. “Shut up and be grateful.”

Izuku’s eyes actually soften, and his head tilts a little to the side, and his mouth relaxes into that smile that Katsuki can never get enough of because it feels like Izuku sees him. Sometimes it feels like Izuku is the only one that sees him.

“I’m always grateful for Kacchan,” he says, dead serious, and Katsuki’s face scrunches up in a scowl. “You take such good care of me.”

“Shut up, asshole,” Katsuki snaps, standing quickly and snatching Izuku’s plate from him.

“Wait, I wasn’t done!”

“Sucks for you!”

Izuku only manages to snatch his last bite off his plate before Katsuki dumps it in the disposal, snickering when Katsuki rolls his eyes. Together they clean the dishes, shoulders bumping as Izuku hands everything over for Katsuki to dry. It’s their every night routine, the two of them quiet as they work, the television low in the background. They’ve only been living together for a little over a year, settling into this new life together, and though it should feel old already, Katsuki revels in the familiarity. He loves the chaos of his job, but the structure of home is comforting.

“Hey,” Izuku says after a long moment. “What if— It’s just as suggestion, so, you know, you can say no, I won’t mind—”

“Deku.”

“Why don’t we do the interview together?”

Katsuki pauses on the last plate in his hand.

“I know,” Izuku starts up again. “That we’ve never made any real plans. We just kind of talked around it, but I… I started looking into it.”

“You did?” Katsuki asks sharply.

Izuku’s shoulders hunch up around his ears. “Yeah, I mean, we’ll need to start saving up now, you know? But there’s space in this district. And we’d be in the middle of the city, which is good. We’ll start small, like we always said, you know?”

Setting the last plate on the rack to finish drying, Katsuki aimlessly wipes his hands on the already too-damp towel as he thinks. It’s something they talk about late in the night sometimes, or crowded around their friends at some sticky table in a bar. It had never been in Katsuki’s plans before. He’d always planned to break away from the agency when he’d learned all he needed and it got boring. Then he’d go solo and rise to the top with a freelance career, without all the hassle and rules that everyone else has to deal with.

But, now there’s Izuku.

“I know it’s not what you imagined,” Izuku is saying, voice going soft. When Katsuki looks at him, he smiles. “You don’t have to decide now.”

Katsuki hums, and snaps the end of the towel at Izuku’s ass, grinning when he squawks.

“Go take a bath asshole, you’re stinky.”

“Not as stinky as you, jerk!”

“Hey, I smell amazing!”

“Ugh, tell it to your socks.”

“Oi!” Katsuki snaps and grabs Izuku before he can flee, putting him in a headlock. “You take that shit back, that’s slander dickbag.”

“Nooo,” Izuku wails, laughing. “Mercy, mercy, stinky pits.”

“DIE!” Katsuki snarls, wrestling Izuku to the floor. They go rolling out of the kitchen, Izuku giggling as they go until Katsuki has him pinned on his stomach, with his arms behind his back. Quickly, he leans down and nips at the back of Izuku’s neck, tasting day old sweat on his skin and grinning when Izuku shrieks. “Who’s stinky now?”

“It’s me, it’s me,” Izuku sighs, laughter petering off. He gladly takes Katsuki’s hand when he stands and offers it to him, yanking him to his feet.

Katsuki doesn’t let go, and pulls him towards the bathroom, intent on a shower and a soak on a tub. He’s glad they pay a little extra for one big enough to fit the two of them.

“If you’re serious,” he grumbles, stripping out of his shirt and throwing it in the hamper. “Then, it’d be good.”

“What was that, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, distracted with the tangles in his hair.

“If you’re serious, about starting an agency,” Katsuki says again, a little louder. Izuku immediately turns to look at him, hope in his eyes that makes Katsuki want to squirm. “Then it’d be good to start doing some interviews together.”

“Kacchan!”

“Don’t cry.”

Izuku just grins, eyes a little watery. And Katsuki knows this routine too, and just sighs, opening his arms up so Izuku can crash into him, squeezing him tight and burying his face into Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki squeezes him back just as hard.

[airquietworks]

Expecting! (Izuocha) (Part 2)

Summary: The world may never be the same. Izuku and Ochako have to answer for their choice to have a child. Navigating pregnancy and heroics is no small task, but together, they are determined to succeed. 

Part 1 "YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!"

"Don't worry, darling, I assure you this is completely-"

"THERE IS NO WAY! NO. NO."

"Ochako-"

"Come, darling, if you just move this way-"

"I. AM NOT. POSING. NAKED!"

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Chapter 2: Nudity, fighting and kicking

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Akihi Aiuchi let her subject fume. She watched the steady rise and fall of her hero's chest. Uravity's glare was firing directly upon her. It was familiar – she had seen it on television many times as Uravity confidently knocked out some ne'er-do-well.

Akihi sighed. She should have expected this kind of response. Still, she had figured it would not be quite this bad.

"Are you done yet?"

The hero blinked at her. The question stunned Uravity, who struggled for an answer. Akihi quirked up an eyebrow at that. It was rare to see the hero flabbergasted.

But her silence could be an answer enough. Time to lay on the charm.

"…As I was trying to say, darling, your beauty – which, I will say, is awe-inspiring – will truly shine in the nude. I know it's scary, but I get reactions like yours all the time." She spoke with her usual polished flourish, hands floating in the air as she worked her subject hard.

Akihi moved over to the side of the wide, open photography studio where she had been tasked with shooting the most famous hero couple in the world. It was a truly magnificent, daunting assignment. She had broken a few things in her exuberance when she got the call.

This was the chance of a lifetime for her. A moment to make a name for herself and get steady work as a hero photographer, like she always wanted. The freelance gig was exhausting – and rarely gave her subjects as stupendous as the heroes behind her.

She smirked to herself as she picked up a large binder she had laid over by some of her bags. It never hurt to bring a portfolio around on an assignment. You never knew when an opportunity might arise.

"But there's a reason they called me here today," she spoke with confidence as she trudged back to the two heroes. Their aghast faces were so unlike the confident smiles she had come to know them by. It was strange to see them so at a loss. Unnerving, even.

They would bounce back quickly enough.

"I'm the best at what I do, darling. And I know what I'm talking about. These are the poses that will truly shine."

She popped open her binder to a familiar set of pages: the baby bump photos. Expectant mothers laying about casually, their bodies on partial or full display. Each subject was posed artfully, paintings come to life, the work of her own precise directions. Arms, legs, backs, sides, and blankets - they obscured any body part which would make the photos qualify as erotic. The mother and the baby always took centre stage.

It was one of her side gigs, a snowballing series of jobs that had made her well-known as a pregnant photographer. It was not necessarily her favourite of subjects to shoot, but it paid the bills.

"Oh. Wow." The gravity hero's face melted under the onslaught of gorgeous images. She reached out for the binder and Akihi gladly deposited it into her waiting hands. Deku looked over his wife's shoulders, looking just as captivated by the photos.

"That's a lot nicer than I thought it would be," he said slowly.

Akihi smiled to herself again at the stars she could see in her subject's eyes. She called herself the best for a reason.

"It's like the fact that they're naked doesn't even matter," Deku muttered to himself, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "You put them in such a way that their pregnancy stands out more than anything else.

"Well, of course, darling!" Akihi stated, punctuated with a loud tap of her high-heeled foot. The noise startled the two, sending their heads quickly upward. "Nude does not have to be sexy – not unless you want it to be. Nude can absolutely be tasteful. And there's no better way to showcase a pregnant body, in my estimation."

She pointed a finger toward Uravity and the swelling belly which would cause the world of heroes to erupt.

"There's no better way to showcase your beautiful, pregnant body for that matter."

She stated it as a matter of fact – because it was. She smiled confidently at her subjects before shuffling herself back over to her tripod. "So, what do you say?"

Much to her chagrin, the two heroes did not jump up in enthusiasm after being mesmerized by her photos. On the contrary, Uravity bit her lip and looked over to her husband, as if the answer would be with him. But he looked just as clueless, giving her a half-hearted shrug.

"I…I don't know."

The words came out of Uravity's mouth slowly, prolonging the torment they put Akihi under. She thought about her alternative options, none of which she expected would land her the notoriety a nude photo might. She could feel the floor give way beneath her, the ceiling she was trapped under getting farther and farther out of reach.

Akihi stared sadly at Uravity, who was slowly rubbing her protruding belly. The hero bit her lip as she looked down at it. It was far from the happy, glowing look she would want for a photograph.

Uravity looked up toward her partner. Deku did not look nearly as concerned. Rather, there was a sudden fierceness in his eyes, a gaze the world was quite familiar with.

Akihi piqued an eyebrow, wondering if perhaps he might offer some kind of resolution.

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The nights apart from Ochako were always the most difficult.

Izuku often found himself counting his blessings and wondering how he ever got much rest before he met her.

Sleeping by her side made the bed feel like a cloud. An indescribable sense of warmth, comfort, and wholeness permeated through him when he could go to bed in her arms – or vice-versa. Even after many hundreds of nights together, it was something he treasured deeply.

Which is why he let out a disappointed groan when he felt around the bed and could not find her there.

He groggily cracked open his eyes, the sense of losing her managing to wake him up. His half-conscious mind struggled to formulate much beyond a desire to be with her and a longing now that she was gone. He could not immediately think of anything that should have parted them. Neither had a night shift. She had been there when he had gone to bed. He should be able to hold her tight.

His dozy mind slowly rebooted as he felt around the bed, feeling the warm spot she left behind, a pale ghost of her.

Right. She was pregnant. She frequently left in the middle of the night to make bathroom visits. She made a point of trying to do her utmost not to disturb him, figuring at least one of them could get a good night's sleep.

He ached at that wish but could not argue with her point. Duty called and he could not respond as well if he was tired. There was also little use trying to stay awake for her sake. He could sleep like the dead after a full day's work.

Which meant that she had been gone for longer than usual. Her more sporadic departures from their shared bed would never wake him. But when she left for an hour or more, he inevitably took notice, his body missing the familiar presence.

"Ochako…?" he asked the air, hoping she might materialize before him. But his love did not appear and he was left to look around in the dark in hopes of finding her.

Through blinking eyes, he spotted her on the balcony of their third-story apartment, silhouetted against the pale night. Her back was to him but he could see she had put on a sweater over her nightdress, which almost assuredly meant she had been there for some time.

He wracked his dazed mind to consider why she would be out there if not the physical aches and pain brought about by her pregnancy.

Mind whirring, he got himself up. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he focused on her, swaying sadly against the dark night. Whatever was bothering her, he would do his utmost to help. That was his calling.

He quietly stepped out through the open glass door to the balcony. Ochako did not move, apparently not noticing his presence. Hoping not to startle her, he moved forward to stand by her side, leaning himself against the railing.

"Oh! Deku! You…you should go back to sleep. I…has it really been that long?"

He nodded gently. She groaned.

"Why can't I keep it together…" she murmured to herself, as if he was mere scenery. "I'm sorry. I just wanted some fresh air to think. I'll come back to bed."

She made to move but he quickly reached out to hold her hand in place. She looked back up at him with questions in her eyes.

"Thinking sounds…nice," he mumbled, trying to disarm her with a kind word. "I'm alright to stay up for a bit. What are you thinking about?"

She pouted up at him for a moment, her face morphing in an adorable, toothless kind of anger. But her mock fury abated quickly. She let out a sigh and turned her head.

"You shouldn't skip out on sleep."

"And you shouldn't keep your feelings bottled up."

She shook her head at that, not caring to turn to face him. The night breeze played with the ends of her hair, the locks dancing helplessly In the wind.

The chill started to bite into his naked arms. He rubbed at them but did not move, stubbornly remaining by her.

"I guess I've just been thinking about what it's going to be like for me when this is all over."

He noticed her idly rubbing her belly, the flesh barely contained within the oversized nightdress. She did not need to say what "this" was.

"Well, I suppose it is going to be a new experience for us raising-"

"That's not what I meant," she cut him off, adding a sigh for good measure. She reached her hands out toward the night sky. She twisted them to stare at her palms and the fingertips holding the fearsome power of her Quirk. She balled them into fists before cocking her right hand backward. She thrust it forward quickly, punching at the night with a force he had first-hand experience with.

"I can feel it. It feels off. I can't put my complete weight into it," she murmured. She buried her face into her arms. He could hear the soft thud of her forehead meeting metal. "And it's going to stay that way even after he's born. The body I've worked my whole life to develop, to be a hero, is never going to be the same."

Izuku immediately wrapped an arm around her hunched shoulders, pulling her as close as the awkward position would allow. He pressed a kiss into her hair and rubbed circles into her upper arm, hoping the motion could soothe her aching body and mind.

"You'll bounce back. You always do." He proclaimed it with absolute surety, borne from years of experience. Uravity could never be kept down for long.

But despite his certainty, she snorted at the remark.

"I can already see the headlines when I try to get back to heroics. 'Uravity: Lost a step? Uravity: Can't keep up? Uravity: Is she too fat to be a hero?' 'Super moms should stay at home.'"

She practically mimed out the inflammatory words, hands emoting outward into the night.

Her arms eventually fell miserably over the edge of the balcony. She slowly moved them downward, back to her consternating belly. She continued to rub it forlornly as if it were an itch refusing to go away.

"I don't know if I'll ever be as strong as I was again. If I even can be a hero after this."

They both knew the tremors left on the hero world by their parenthood would leave them on shaky ground afterward. Ochako being out of commission for so long was naturally going to tank her ranking. The effect on her popularity would be more mixed, but they were bracing themselves for the worst.

A worst, Izuku knew, that was getting to Ochako more and more each day.

He sighed as he disentangled himself from her for a moment. He gave her some needed space, what she had sought in the cold night. Trying to tackle this was going to take some husbandly savvy.

He might have to break out his surprise for this one.

With a yawn, Izuku leaned over the railing himself. He waited, looking sidelong at his wife. She was still completely engrossed in her baby bump ��� the sign of the coming miracle. Her brown hair was dishevelled, but he always liked the look, knowing how many happy memories he had of her that way. The moonlight bathed her face in a mixture of ethereal light and shadow, making her seem almost otherworldly.

There was no person on this earth more beautiful.

Without sparing another thought, Izuku did what he knew he had to.

He cocked his arm and directed a hard punch toward her cheek.

There was no real force to it, not that he had much energy to summon much strength anyway. But it was solid and quick, a jab that would knock an unsuspecting foe off-balance.

As he suspected, she caught it with ease, reaching out her left hand to stop his fist. She clamped her fingers on it firmly.

Izuku felt his feet start to lift up off the ground. With her quick tug, he was full on-floating, suspended in midair. He would be flailing helplessly were he not used to the sensation.

"You caught me." He beamed down at her, voice infused with the sheer joy and awe he received whenever he saw her in action, even if for a fleeting moment.

She pouted at him and averted her eyes. "You didn't even try that time."

There was no venom in her reply. It was the banter of two heroes who always worked to keep each other on their toes. This is what they did to keep each other sharp: launch surprise attacks to test reflexes and reaction speed. It led to its share of awkward moments, especially with her being a lot better at it. But for the battle-ready couple, it was a good way to squeeze in training amidst the rest of their daily lives.

"I did too!" Izuku protested as he tried to push his body closer to the ground. "I'd never hold back against you."

She snorted at that, but he was delighted when it brought a smile to her face. "You'd punch a pregnant lady?"

"Under an accepted set of rules for engagement, I'd punch a pregnant hero, sure."

She guffawed and he joined in the laughter, overjoyed to get a moment of levity. It seemed so rare these days, with all the stress brought on by the pregnancy. But he would never stop working to try to hear those joyous sounds come from her lips.

Ochako shook her head, before giving him a smirk.

"My win," she stated matter-of-factly, letting him fall back down to earth. "Well?"

Izuku landed on his feet – this time, anyway. He smiled gently at her as he eyed her lips, where he normally bestowed a reward for their little training game. But as his eyes roamed down her figure, he had a better idea.

He let himself fall to the ground, dashing quickly before Ochako could react. She let out a startled yelp, but he halted her progress with his hands firm on her hips. He came eye level with her stomach, swollen with the life of their first child. Something he once could not have ever dreamed of.

Without a word, he pressed his lips to it through the dress, a gesture he had only done once…or twice. Maybe three times. It hardly mattered.

"Hey!" Ochako exclaimed indignantly as Izuku sprang upright onto his feet. "That hardly counts."

"I think it does, logically. A kiss can be anywhere," Izuku replied with a grin. "And this way, it's kind of like kissing both of you at once, right?

She shook her head again but smiled right back. Without a word, she swung a muscled arm around him, pulling him with her to lean out towards the stars again.

"Thank you."

Izuku let out a breath of relief. It was no small challenge helping Ochako out of her fugues these days, but it was something he embraced willingly. Considering she was bearing their child, it was the very least he could do.

But it was not enough.

"I know you'll be able to be a hero when things settle down. Because you'll never stop being a hero. It's who you are." He interlocked his fingers through hers, squeezing tightly. Delight filled him upon seeing the flash of red in her cheeks, though he did not doubt his own matched hers at this point.

"Izuku…" she looked up at him, eyes wide, lips stretched into a beautiful smile, letting out a silent siren's call.

Focus. He had to focus.

"…And the same will go for me."

Her head stopped moving. He had not noticed it had been slowly encroaching towards him. She blinked, an eyebrow quirking upward.

"What?"

He gulped. He had mulled it over a lot, but he was not sure how she might take the news. There was nothing for it, though.

"Well…I've been talking with the agency and, well…assuming you're alright with it, of course, this is a joint decision, but I think I'd prefer it, and…well, I…"

His eyes started to wander away from her, but a squeeze of his hand brought him back.

"Izuku."

"…right, sorry. Well, the thing is…"

He let his tired eyes fall closed as he blurted it out in a rush.

"I've set up a year of paternity leave."

The pronouncement did not appear to phase her at first. She gave him a blank stare and an empty smile, her mind evidently trying to process the information in the early morning night.

But as her eyebrows furrowed, the back of his neck started to tingle. He figured she would find happiness in the information eventually, but he expected some damage control might be necessary to start.

"I know you're probably worried, but I did a lot of thinking about this, and I have it all figured out and that look it's-"

"But Izuku…" the simple, ice-laced words cut off his mumble storm, freezing his tongue in place. "I…I don't understand. How?"

He took a breath to try to collect himself. The chill of the night started to prickle unpleasantly against his skin. He did what he could to ignore it.

"…My agency agreed to it when I asked." The awkward conversations and surprisingly joyous embraces flashed through his mind. "I have the paperwork all figured out-"

"But what about our budget?" She interrupted him again, her voice echoing loudly into the night. "We have so many expenses and I don't know when I'll be able to get back into work after my own leave runs out…"

She trailed off as she looked up at him. He hoped his smile was reassuring enough.

"I'll still be getting most of my salary, as long as I put in some odd hours – which I'll be able to do from home. I even have Chika working to line up some easy endorsements for us with the extra time I'll have."

He remembered his agent's face-stretching grin at the prospect of marketing the world's premier hero couple having a child.

"She thinks she'll be able to get us some pretty easy hits. A once-a-month afternoon trip should be able to supplement us."

Izuku could see she was taken aback, but he had come prepared. He had done his own number crunching trying to see if this was possible. He knew she was going to test his math, but he was confident it would pass her meticulous calculations.

He was distraught to see her face morph into a grimace.

"But your dream!" The tranquillity of the night was completely shattered as he jumped with the force of her exclamation. She paused as she stared out into the starry sky, realizing her own volume.

"You…you're going to be so far behind trying to do this," the words flowed more quietly but carried no less will. "You'll fall out of the top 10. It could take years for you to climb back up there again."

She turned back to him, a surprising fierceness in her eyes, the fire in them burning strong through the tears.

"I won't let you throw away your dream for my sake."

He could count on his fingers the time she was well and truly mad at him. It normally made him shrink back a bit in fear, giving him the unpleasant feeling of what it might be like to be a villain facing her down.

But he stood tall this time. This time, he knew he was in the right. He did not shrink back from her but met her gaze head-on, sparks lighting between them, as they always did whenever they faced one another as opponents.

"I married you because you gave me a new dream, Ochako."

The hit struck true. Her bout of rage crumpled, tears matching his own coming down her rosy cheeks. She sniffled as her fists unfurled.

"You…you…"

"I'm never going to stop wanting to be a hero. Or stop trying to live up to All Might."

He could see the empty pedestal in his mind, the spot for Japan's top hero in flux ever since Endeavour retired. It was there for the taking, waiting for him to leap up and be everything his hero ever wanted him to be.

But there was more to life than that. She had shown him.

He took a chance to step forward, reaching out toward her. She slowly clasped her hand in his, allowing him to bring her in close.

"But the life we've built together is every bit as important to me. I'm not going to leave either of you behind to try to pursue that."

"Deku…" she whispered into his chest, grabbing the loose fabric of his t-shirt.

"You decided you were willing to risk your own career to bring a new life into this world. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't do the same."

She pushed away slightly to look up at him. Her eyes were still misty, but he let out a sigh of relief at seeing the bright smile rising on her face again.

"Mad man."

"Cloudy," he retorted, earning a chuckle and a shaking head.

"You really want this, huh?"

"More than anything. Besides, what's a year off? We're Deku and Uravity."

"The world's greatest heroes," she muttered in answer, balling her hands back into her fearsome fists.

"And we'll head straight to the top…in due time." It was a slight edit to the usual line, but he pumped his own fist outward just the same, no-less exuberant in his rallying cry.

"Because together, we're unbeatable!" She shoved both of her arms outward, laughing, beaming up at him.

Izuku grinned back, warmed to his very core. It was true. No matter what obstacle, they would always fight back and overcome it together. In this, and in all things.

He suddenly felt his feet fall out from under him. Before he realized what was happening, he was tumbling backwards.

Ochako caught him again before he met the cold floor, a cheeky smile blossoming on her face. She had tripped him.

"That was dirty," he muttered, wanting to pout but finding himself unable to given just how happy he was.

"What was that you were saying about an 'accepted set of rules for engagement?'" She imitated him to a tee, the cadence of his voice sounding startling from her mouth.

He sighed dreamily, wondering again how he found himself here.

"I love you." He prided himself in getting an answering blush. But the line did not disarm nearly as well as it once did.

"And I love you too. More than anything."

She leaned down to claim her prize.

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Akihi watched the couple whisper to one another, her nude portfolio before them. It was torturous, trying to wait and hope they would come to their senses and see the magnificence of what she could do with her camera.

But the starlight in her mind's eye started to fade. Their hesitance would be hard to overcome at this point. She would not be able to reach the fame she sought, not without a once-in-a-lifetime photo.

She balled her fist, catching her thoughts preparing to fall into another downward spiral. She could not let it end like this. She would get those photos. Her career – her destiny – depended on it.

"I-"

"What if…what if I posed with Ochako?"

The sheer shock of the question stayed Akihi's tongue and made her eyes bulge in amazement. The greatest young hero in the world was proposing to pose nude. For her camera.

Nude. For her camera.

NUDE. DEKU POSING NUDE.

She shook her head, trying to collect herself and find her own professionalism. This was a possibility she had not even considered. But this was her big chance. This was the opportunity she needed. He had gifted her a lasso to rope them in.

"Izuku!" Ochako exclaimed, turning her attention back toward her. "That's…that's…"

"That is an absolutely stupendous idea!" Akihi interrupted with the full force of her voice. She stepped into the couple's bubble, eagerly grabbing at the album. "The overwhelming, heartwarming intimacy of a couple posing nude would be absolutely perfect! The daring, the grace, the elegance of you two together, it would be absolutely fabulous!"

She flipped through the pages of her portfolio, getting near the back. She had only gotten a nude couple's shot a handful of times. Most men wanted nothing to do with such a thing. But when it happened, she always made it magic.

Indeed, the spells her photos cast started to have an effect on the two superstars. Their eyes lit up at the sight of her work. Couples embracing one another, their bodies posed to hide each other. A man kissing the belly of his pregnant wife, love pouring from the connection of skin. A man embracing his wife from behind, stroking her enlarged stomach with care.

"Incredible…" Uravity whispered. Akihi did her best to keep her grin from becoming too fiendish.

"And you two will look incredible as well, if you give me the chance." She put all the confidence she could muster into the statement. She would convince them. "Forget Japan, this photoshoot is going to rock the whole world. You'll rake in all the sponsorship money you could ever hope for."

That got the gravity hero to blink a few times. Akihi could practically her the ka-ching ringing in her mind. She had done her homework, and Uravity was well-known for her thriftiness.

"Izuku, do you…do you really want this? It's just so…revealing."

"They do look really nice, though…" he muttered to her as he ran a thumb over the laminated page. "Chika did say to make this as attention-grabbing as possible. And All Might did always say to be bold."

"I don't think he had this in mind."

"It won't be too bad if we do it together, will it?" His voice was barely above a whisper now as Akihi leaned forward, straining to hear. "We've dealt with worse. But I won't push anymore if you feel uncomfortable."

The pause was absolutely maddening. Akihi could feel the hairs on her neck standing on end. She dared not speak, fearing she might ruin Deku's effort to convince his wife.

Uravity let out a sigh, closing her eyes to the photos in front of her.

"Alright," she stated softly. "Let's do it."

"YOU ARE GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS!"

The thunder of her own voice shattered the serene moment. The hero pair jumped as Akihi lunged forward, seizing her portfolio from their hands.

"Changing rooms are off to the side. I'll get everything ready!"

She cackled as she went about her set-up, already envisioning her work on every magazine cover in the country.

Akihi shifted around quickly in her excitement, setting up in record time. With that, she waited, until the two heroes - her tickets to the stars - slowly edged back into the room.

Their physiques were every bit as impressive beneath the clothing, but she kept that comment to herself. Their nerves were evident - their faces bright, with towels pulled closely to their bare skin. She would have to tread lightly if she was going to get them through this.

"Umm...so what do we...how should we..?" Uravity could barely string a few words together, her eyes firmly directed at the floor.

Akihi poked her head out from behind her camera. "Leave it to me, my dears."

She worked her magic, carefully ordering them into a correct sitting position. She dared not touch them and risk staining such priceless art. But they were amenable enough to her suggestions as she instructed them carefully.

Deku sat atop a pink bench Akihi had set up. He nervously shifted around with his towel, until Ochako joined by sitting in front of him, a blanket draped across her lap.

Two of the greatest heroes of this generation sat against the screen before her, completely in the nude. They were at the complete mercy of her lens. They had gifted her – no, she had earned – a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She had complete confidence in her abilities, but the awe of the moment made her hands shake a bit as she adjusted her camera on its tripod. She carefully unleashed her Quirk, conjuring a small ball of light above the two to better illuminate their features.

"Is this…is this alright? It feels…weird."

Uravity wore a bashfulness so unlike her public persona. She awkwardly tried to squeeze herself in the seat between her husband's legs, as if wanting to be smaller. But the prominent bulge of life, bare for the world to see, made that impossible.

"This is fine. This is fine. Just have to think calming thoughts. This won't take long, right? Most photoshoots take a half-hour, but given the circumstances could we maybe..."

For his part, Deku had lost much of his bravado with the shedding of his clothing. He was pressed in behind Ochako and mumbling in tangents, an apparent effort to distract himself. Akihi had not photographed many men like this, but they tended towards either unashamed showmanship or nervously trying to control themselves. He fell into the latter camp.

It was strange, seeing two heroes in the buff like this. Without the grandeur of their outfits, they seemed so much more…plain.

Well, these two were still gorgeous, anyway. But no matter how they looked, they would be her meal ticket.

"You two look great, don't worry about it!" She said the words with a friendly gusto, keeping behind her camera. She deliberately hid her eyes, hoping to manage their nerves by keeping her face blocked. "These photos are going to be amazing! Miss Uravity, if you could just adjust your arm a little lower?"

"Like…like this?" She kept her eyes glued to the blanket across her lap as she moved her arm more centrally across her chest. The angle was perfect for preserving her modesty – exactly what Akihi was looking for.

"Yes, right there, perfect." Akihi pressed quickly on her camera, letting the pleasant whir of the shutter go. She eyed the test shots through her camera's display – good lighting, good body position, framed just right. It was nearly perfect.

The only thing she needed now was the heroic couple to appear less like they wanted to sprint out of the room.

"Marvelous, marvelous, darlings. I just need you to settle in now. Breathe deeply, close your eyes, and act natural."

"That's a little hard right now," Deku murmured from behind his wife, his face scrunched up with far too much tension.

"I can't believe I agreed to this…." Uravity said with a groan, shaking her head and fidgeting slightly in her seat.

It was no good. They were still much too tense. She took a couple of experimental shots in some desperation. They were not horrible – but they were far from what she was looking for like this.

"Beautiful," she lied, maintaining her vivacious façade. "Just take deep breaths. Keep calm. Pretend it's just the two of you together. You're embracing one another. You're in love, in love with the life you're creating!"

"…this is ridic-"

A sudden gasp ended Uravity's condemnation abruptly. Her eyes sprang open quickly, her mouth going slack. She moved a hand down to her belly, feeling around her stomach.

"Was that…?"

She gasped suddenly again. She tilted her head down, focusing intently on the bulging skin.

"…dear? Is there something-"

Uravity had no hesitation. She reached behind her to grab her husband's right hand, pulling it forward and placing it squarely on her stomach.

Deku raised his eyebrows, until his face lit up in a way eerily similar to his wife. His hands actually shook. He pushed his head forward over her shoulder to stare down at their interlocking hands.

Akihi watched from behind her camera as their eyes started to water. Serene smiles overtook their faces. The rest of the world had melted away for them.

"He's kicking." Deku's voice was an airy squeak. Fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment. Akihi could barely hear it; it was foreign to her ears, when she was so used to the booming dialect he used in public.

Uravity laughed lightly. "He's doing a pretty good impression of you."

"He's…he's really…" But the words died on his tongue as the tears started to roam down his face in earnest. He pressed a wet kiss into her rosy cheek. He settled into her shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the moment.

Ochako let out a contented sigh. She shut her eyes as if falling into slumber, leaning back into him, relaxing into his embrace.

Akihi tried to focus carefully through the lens as she blinked back her own tears. She had to get this shot right.

She wanted to preserve this moment. A moment of two first-time parents, deeply in love, experiencing one of the incredible joys of pregnancy. Something they would look back fondly on. It would be a photograph they would cherish for a lifetime.

They were in the frame. She pressed the button gingerly, almost regretting interrupting the quiet of the wondrous moment with the whirring of camera shutters. Fortunately, the couple did not budge. They hardly seemed to care about anything but the faint kicks of the life they had created.

"Sublime," Akihi whispered, unable to stop herself from blurting out something to describe what had unfolded in front of her.

This was why she got into photography. The ability to capture moments, capture love, capture life itself. She could etch memories eternally, ensure they would truly last a lifetime. This was her calling.

Akihi let her forehead fall into her camera. Sometimes, she forgot why she started doing this in the first place. Fame, fortune – they did not matter. The two heroes before her, stripped of those things, showed her that.

They were a young, pregnant couple in love. She was someone trying to take a nice photo of them. Nothing more. They did not need to be. For today, this was enough.

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AN: Special thanks to Mika, whose artwork inspired this fic, and to Neon Pixel for commissioning the original art piece. Link to it here: https://stirredbrew.tumblr.com/post/183727397704/art-commission-done-by-the. The image this chapter is based on is truly great.

Thank you to Deadliest Sin Bin for editing this and improving it greatly. Hope you all enjoyed it and it wasn’t too risque. Thank you all so much for the support! Please, leave a like and a reblog if you enjoyed. =) Next chapter is my favourite, looking forward to sharing it. 

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Mariska #1

Character Profile Full name: Mariska Josephine-Esmeralda Marie-Anne Arlovskaya

Pronunciation: Mar-e-ska Jo-sef-ene Es-mer-al-da Mary-Ann Ar-lov-sky-a

Meaning of Name: Mariska: Of Bitter Sea in Hungarian; Josephine: Diminutive of Joseph (He will add); Esmeralda: Emerald in Portuguese; Marie; Rebellion; Anne: God’s Favor; Arlovskaya; Surname in Belarus

Hero/Villain Name: Alegria (Joy in Portuguese) the Thoughtful hero

Nicknames: Mari, Jo-Jo, Alda, Annie

History of Nicknames: Mari: Diminutive of first name; Jo-Jo: Jealous cousin called her this when he would visit the Arlovskaya estate in order to make fun of her; Alda: Her parents called her this frequently; Annie: Diminutive of Anne

Aliases: N/A

Nationality: Portuguese-Belorussian

Affiliation: Hero

Student Number: 25

Quirk: this would be the official label of the quirk, the in-depth description of it is later: Telekinesis/Pathokinesis

Birthday and Astrology Sign: September 27/Libra

Age: 15 turning 16

How old do they look: 16

Mental Age: 19

Gender: Female/She/Her

Orientation/Sexuality Preference: Bisexual/Biromantic

Birth date: September 27

Birth place: Homyel

Death date: N/A

Death place: N/A

Appearance: Eye color: also mention if this is unusual in the family or society.: Sea foam green eyes

Eye shape: Deep set eyes

Do they wear contacts or glasses?: Reading glasses Hair: Waist length naturally wavy naturally dark blonde hair; dyed strawberry blonde ombre to ash blonde

Height: 5′5

Weight: 140

Body build: slim, lean, muscular, overweight, etc.: Slim thick (small, lean waist, good amount of muscle on bum and legs)

Body shape: pear, hourglass, rectangle, etc.: Hourglass

Complexion: Rose ivory

Cup size: D

Blood Type: O+

Handedness: Right handed

Hand type: big hands, tiny hands, delicate hands, long fingers, short fingers, calloused hands, etc.: Delicate with some callouses from baking and cooking, long fingers, small compared to any male’s

Nails: long, short, dirty, clean, etc.: Oval shaped, long, painted nude, clean

Movement: Graceful

How do they walk: fast, with a limp, slow, hop in their step, swinging arms etc.: Toe first from years of dance

Posture: Relaxed, straight

Flexibility: Ballerina/Gymnast level

Voice: Mezzo-Soprano Belorussian accented

Speech Mannerisms: do they pause, stutter, say “um”, etc.: Licks lips between words, lisp when saying c’s

Scars: A scar on her right hip from her grandfather over pushing her in training and stabbing her (nicked her uterus almost causing her to become sterile but didn’t); A burn scar on her left shoulder from when she made a comment about how she believed they killed her parents

Birthmarks: if any: N/A

Piercings: if any: Double standard earlobe; nose stud on the right

Tattoos: if any: N/A

General face structure: like high cheeks bones, or looks like (insert celebrity): High cheekbones; Facial features are that of Perrie Edwards

Defining physical traits: N/A

Statistics: Power: ★★★☆☆ C  

Speed: ★★★ ☆ ☆ C

Technique: ★★★★☆ B  

Intelligence: ★★★★★ A  

Cooperativeness: ★★ ★ ★ ☆ B

Extra Explanation: N/A

Quirk and description: Telekinesis: Ability to move things with her mind (includes lifting people) Will get bad migraines and ringing in her ears if used too much; Pathokinesis: The ability to sense and control others emotions, Unable to use it on loved ones and has less control over her own emotions after using it for 30 minutes

Clothing: Uniform: UA High School Uniform

Casual outfit: (Changes frequently)

Preferred outfit: Leggings, off brand converse, a faded guns’n’roses crop top

Hero/Villain costume: Catsuit

Equipment / Support Items: if used: Handcuffs, taser, retractable police baton

Accessories: N/A

Jewelry: Rose gold locket with both her parents’ pictures in it, a gold ring with an opal that her father gave her before he died

Characteristics:

Personality:Kind, intelligent, daydreamer; stubborn, frivolous, gullible

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFP-T

Alignment: Chaotic good

Big Five personality traits: Extroversion: 96%; Agreeableness: 95%; Intelligence/Imagination: 91%; Emotional Stability: 9%; Conscientiousness: 5%

Enneagram: Type 2: The Helper

Most prominent personality trait: Kindness

Best traits: that others can see, they believe, etc.: Her kindness

Worst traits: that others can see, they believe, etc.: Her inability to follow plans

Likes: Anything they like to do, eat or see. :  Music, dance, literature, culture (Portuguese, Belorussian, Japanese), yoga, cuisine Dislikes: Anything they don’t like to do, eat or see.:  Large bugs, clowns, her grandparents

Quirks:  (not the superpower but little silly things they do) Hums as she does something, taps her fingers, twirls her hair, rolling her tongue Fear: Her grandparents killing more of those she loves, clowns, large bugs, being too weak

Hobbies: Singing, dancing, reading, yoga, going to the gym, eating, playing guitar, and cooking/baking

Skills/Talents:  Singing, Dancing, Flexibility, Playing guitar, piano, and violin

Strengths: Combat, Intelligence Weaknesses: Her kindness, gullibilty

Reason to keep on living: It would make her parents proud

What is their self-image like: Appearance wise: She believes she’s beautiful except for her scars Personality wise: She is happy with who she is Overall: Okay but hates her past and everything relating to it

Any religious or spiritual faith: Freelance Catholic (Prays with rosary, confesses sins daily, goes to church during holidays, worships the saints)

How does this faith / lack of affect them: It connects her to her mother. She feels at home when she comes home and is able to pray the way she and her mother would when she was a child with the rosary beads

What superstitions do they have: Walking under ladders, breaking mirrors, spilling salt, using the Lord’s name in vain

Coping mechanisms: Prayer, cuddling with her love(s)/her dogs/both

Any life motto or quote they live by: don’t be a jerk, yolo, cup should be half-full always, etc.: “A little thought and a little kindness is worth a lot more than any amount of money”

Favorite things:

Favorite Food(s): Kletski, Galushki, Tsibriki, Arroz Doce, Dobradinha, and Bacalhau com natas

Favorite Drink(s): Water, Green Tea, Coffee

Favorite Color(s): Teal, Purple

Favorite Animal(s): Dogs, Red Pandas

Favorite Number: 13

Favorite Season(s): Fall

Favorite Holiday(s): Christmas (Parents favorite holiday)

Favorite Time of Day: Sunset

Health:

Physical: Healthy

Mental: Not the best because of PTSD and Depression

Emotional Stability: Not the perfect but not terrible when her pathokinesis hasn’t been used

If faced with crisis, what is their go-to: fight, flight, or freeze: If there is someone in danger, fight. If she is in danger or it’s a natural happenstance, flight

Nutrition: Very well, home cooked meals almost daily, has a bit of a sweet tooth though

Habits: this could be sleeping habits, eating habits, nervous ticks, biting fingernails, etc.: Sleeps on left side and mumbles in sleep, eats with mouth closed and as nobility style etiquette, bounces her leg when nervous as well as taps her fingers, meditates and prays daily, good care of body, if she's in a big crowd, she'll accidentally sense a negative emotion or will change someone else's emotion if she is very emotional around those she doesn't know

Family History: example, a certain mental illness or physical disease runs in the family: N/A

History, Background, and Future:

0-4: Happy; Her grandparents seemed kind enough

5-8: She understands more but her parents will protect her

9-11: Age ten, her parents are killed when a piece of construction from the new garden house mysteriously falls in. Her paternal grandparents care for her when her maternal side isn’t doing so; both begin to train her rigorously

12-14: Is trained to beating and pain, she loathes both sides as she knows they caused the “accident”

15-Present: Moves to Japan after getting into U.A

Did they like their upbringing: Loved it until her parents’ death

How has their upbringing shape them: She has become lowkey bitter to older people unless shown they are kind

What did they enjoy most about their childhood?: Cooking with her mom, playing piano with her father, running through the garden

What did they hate most about their childhood?: The pain of loss and the burden of becoming great

Current Dream: be the number one pro-hero, run a successful company, etc.: Be pro-hero with proud parents

Long-term goals for Future: get married, have kids, be successful, be a pro-hero, etc.: Pro-hero married with kids

Home:

Home Life as a Kid: abusive, supportive, neglecting, etc.: Happy then abusive

Home Life Now: abusive, supportive, neglecting, etc.: Generally quiet until moves into dorms and now it’s very supportive and loud

Relationships:

Parent(s): Chiara (Carriedo) Arlovskaya, Ivan Arlovskaya

Sibling(s): N/A

Relative(s): Carmella Carriedo and Antonio Carriedo, Natalya Arlovskaya and Dmitri Arlovskaya

Best Friend(s): Midoriya Izuku, Momo Yaoyorozu, Ochako Uraraka

Friend(s): Iida Tenya, Tsuyu Asui, Kirishima Eijirou

Crush(es): Todoroki Shouto, Katsuki Bakugou, Midoriya Izuku

Pet(s): A Husky named Chi-Chi and a German Shepherd named Vanny (both named after her parents)

Rival(s): N/A

Enemy: Villains, Mineta

Extra:

Smells like Strawberries and Vanilla

Works in a bakery

Social media queen

Amazing photographer with cell phone

Hates snack cakes

Theatre Nerd

Speaks Portuguese, Belorussian, English, and Japanese

Has met Gran Torino and is unofficially his granddaughter

I have edited @izukulove ‘s oc form but nevertheless, it is still theirs and I hope they do not mind my using and editing it! This is the newer, updated version of Mariska! I will number each post by order of release.