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scarlet-traveler · 1 year ago

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“Wait, you’re not going???” Eijirou couldn’t help the baffled, wide-eyed expression he sent Bakugou’s way.

To his credit, the blond didn’t react, didn’t even look up from his phone, his body still slouched in the lawn chair on his balcony. “Fuck no, you know that shit ain’t my thing.”

“But- but it’s prom!”

UA’s first prom, to be exact. After the stress and chaos of their first year and start of the second, Nezu decided to let the students have a few more normal school things outside of their usual classwork. Which led to the upcoming prom dance in the middle of the second term.

And Eijirou was psyched! Since he hadn’t been very outgoing during middle school he’d never really gone to any social functions (sleepovers with his bros aside) so this would be his first time going ever! He could already imagine it: the squad would all arrive together in clothes so nice that even Bakugou would agree; Mina would start and absolutely dominate a dance battle, even in the killer five-inch heels she had shown Eijirou the other day; Sero would be helping Kaminari ask either Jirou or Shinsou to dance (both if he was lucky); and when a slow song came on, Eijirou would pull his crush away from the corner he’d be lurking in the entire night and convince him to join him on the dance floor.

He could already imagine the feel of Bakugou’s hand on his waist, the other, slightly sweaty from nerves, clasped in Eijirou’s. Despite being nervous his movements would be steady and sure as he led, and his hair would be matching the multicolored lights in the room, his eyes glowing as they stared into Eijirou’s. It sounded perfect.

But if Bakugou wasn’t even planning to go, he may as well flush that plan down the toilet.

Eijirou slouched over the edge of his balcony, pouting at his best friend. “You can’t even go for a little bit? I won’t make you socialize or anything, promise!”

“Still a no, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou said, still not bothering to look over at him. “I still don’t get why you’re even going in the first place, not like school is gonna stop for it. You’re gonna get so excited you’re gonna forget about your work and get behind.”

Eijirou winced. There was already some truth behind that. Even now his work ethic had been dropping, his mind over the last week plotting how to convince Bakugou to dance with him rather than listening to his friend in the present during their tutoring sessions. He wouldn’t admit that out loud though.

Instead, he stared across the small gap at his friend, making a new, spur-of-the-moment plan. “Why don’t we dance now?”

That got Bakugou to look up, the blond sending him a confused scrunch of his eyebrows. “Huh?”

“We already did our homework for the day, so we’re technically not getting behind.” Eijirou held his hand out across the gap with a grin. “Whaddaya say?”

Bakugou eyed the hand, and in the light of the moon shining above them Eijirou could see the way his eyes softened the slightest bit, and the smallest hint of a smile as he huffed. “You idiot.” He stood up, pocketing his phone, and with the quietest explosions he could manage he blasted himself over to Eijirou’s balcony.

Eijirou stumbled back before they could collide, and he gaped as Bakugou landed where he’d been standing. He’d actually gotten him to agree to this? That easily?? He hadn’t even needed to whip out the puppy eyes!

“You better have music that isn’t shitty,” Bakugou said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the railing behind him.

“Oh, right!” Eijirou swiped up his phone from where he’d left it in his own chair, and soft piano tones filled the air between them as he started up the first slow romantic song that had come up—he may have been listening to a bunch over the last few days as he fantasized about the dance, sue him.

Bakugou snorted as the song started. “‘Course you’d pick a slow song. I’m leading.” He didn’t even give Eijirou a chance to respond as he stepped forward, one hand grabbing Eijirou’s, the other wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer until their chests were flush together, mere inches left between their faces.

Oh.

Eijirou’s eyes were wide as he stared into Bakugou’s. This definitely felt like what he’d imagined, but was also somehow better. Bakugou’s hand didn’t have the nervous sweats like Eijirou had expected, his palm completely dry, his fingers laced with Eijirou’s. The hand on his back was lightly gripping his sleep shirt, and Eijirou could feel the warmth of Bakugou’s skin seeping through the fabric. He led them through the dance, expertly avoiding the things on Eijirou’s balcony. He also never let any distance grow between them, and he could feel Bakugou’s heartbeat, somehow steady while Eijirou’s pounded against his ribs.

The only thing that could’ve betrayed any nervousness in Bakugou was the pink flush on his cheeks, but he kept his eyes locked on Eijirou’s, his usual scowl gone, expression softened to…something. Eijirou didn’t have a clue of what could’ve been going through Bakugou’s head to make him make that face right now, but he couldn’t look away from it. The moonlight shining down on them softened the edges of Bakugou’s face and made it look like his hair was shrouded in a halo of light. His red eyes still glowed, reflecting the light and pinning him in place. He was captivating. Beautiful.

Neither of them could look away from the other it seemed. Neither paid any mind to the fact that the song had already ended as they swayed in place. Eijirou’s grip on Bakugou’s shoulder loosened, winding to behind his neck, and Bakugou’s hand on his back flexed in return. The night air was completely still around them, time itself seeming to freeze as well as they just stared, red on red, unblinking as they took the other in. Eijirou’s face warmed under Bakugou’s gaze, intense yet so, so soft. Fiery red cushioned by moonlight flicked across Eijirou’s face before lingering on his lips and-

Eijirou’s breath hitched.

Was Bakugou leaning in?

His eyelids drooped automatically as the gap slowly closed, Bakugou’s breath fanning over his lips, his hand squeezing Eijirou’s-

Laughter, distant but still close, popped the bubble that surrounded them all too soon, and both of their gazes snapped to the school grounds below them. It was just some of their classmates returning from off-campus before curfew hit, but they had effectively shattered whatever had been happening between them.

The grip on Eijirou’s waist and hand disappeared, leaving him feeling cold as Bakugou stumbled back, his face and ears bright red, his eyes looking anywhere but at Eijirou. “I-I gotta go. Night.” The words were short, clipped, and Eijirou didn’t have time to respond before his friend and crush was turning and blasting himself back onto his own balcony. By the time the smoke cleared, Bakugou’s balcony door was sliding shut.

Eijirou could only stare after him, the feeling of his warm breath still present on his mind. He’d imagined a lot of things when it came to dancing with Bakugou. But almost being kissed by him, the full moon above their only witness? That definitely hadn’t been on the list.

Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Days 18 + 20: Dancing and Moonlight! Also on AO3, let me know what you think!

#mha #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #krbk #krbk month 2023 #krbk events #mha fanfiction #fanfic #dancing #moonlight #traveler writes

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justsomestoicguy · 6 months ago

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Toga Himiko

"Infiltration?"

Himiko gasps, unable to hide her eagerness.

"I'm going on my very first mission?"

Onibi-sensei grins and nods, giving Himiko a thumbs up.

"Yep. Stendhal believes you're ready, Himiko-chan."

No way!

Himiko's eyes sparkle with glee. "What's the mission, Sensei, what's the mission?"

Onibi-sensei's amused pearl eyes meet Himiko's as she chuckles.

"Infiltrating UA."

"UA?!" Toga squeals, absolutely stunned.

To go to the top hero school of all places…

Now that's exciting!

Onibi-sensei flips a board in front of her, revealing a picture of a strict-looking older woman. "This is Tsuneya Tomoe, the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission. Age forty-five."

Toga tilts her head, not recognizing the name or agency. "She looks so boring! Who is she?"

"She's someone who oversees hero regulations and maintains order among heroes. So yeah, she is pretty boring," Onibi-sensei muses.

Himiko's eyes narrow.

So she's a boring but important old lady. Got it.

Then Onibi-sensei points below to another picture, this time of a boy around Himiko's age. "And this, this is her son, Tsuneya Kouki. Age fifteen."

"And he's my target?" Himiko guesses.

Onibi-sensei smiles. "Yep. Our intel tells us there's a high probability he'll enter UA's Department of Management. So all you need to do is get into UA and get close to him."

She leans closer to the table. "Only difference is, you'll be gunning for the Hero Department instead."

Hero department? Her?

I mean, if that's what Boss Stendhal wants, then fine.

"And my job is to get him to spill all the big secrets regarding his bigshot mom, right?" Himiko confirms.

Onibi-sensei nods. "Exactly."

"We'll create a new identity for you: name, age—everything. So you can take the upcoming UA entrance exam in the same year as him."

Okay, that all sounds fun and dandy, but…

"What about my face?" Himiko furrows her brows. "I'm still a missing person, y'know? Won't people recognize me?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Onibi-sensei reassures. "You'll be drinking my blood to look like me."

Himiko freezes.

Onibi-sensei's blood?

The same blood she's been dying to taste since she first joined the Ops?

Her excitement returns tenfold.

"Ohhh, I get to drink your blood? Really??"

Ah.

Wait a sec.

"But, Sensei, you don't look like a high schooler," Himiko notes.

Onibi-sensei snickers. "No worries. You know Morph, right?"

Himiko slams the table, eyes flaring.

"That grown-ass hag who loves looking like a Loli?!"

Onibi-sensei sputters into a cackling fit.

"Yeah, that's her alright," she manages out, stifling her laughter.

Himiko clenches her fists.

Morph...

She doesn't like Morph.

Not one bit.

Himiko still remembers vividly when she handed all of her painstakingly collected candy to Morph, thinking she was just some vigilante's child seeking some sweets.

Imagine her absolute shock when she found out that that was Morph in her kid form, and that, in reality, she is thirty-one years old.

Thirty-one!

"And as you know, she can alter people's ages by shortening or lengthening their DNA."

"I don't care, Sensei!" Himiko whines and groans.

Onibi-sensei merely chuckles. "Right, right. I'm just saying, we'll be using her quirk to make me fifteen again, then we'll extract a hefty amount of my blood for you to drink and stock."

Himiko lights up again at the mention of blood.

"Oooh, I can't wait!"

"Good." Onibi-sensei smiles and hands Himiko a folder. "Now here's a profile on Tsuneya Kouki. I want you to memorize it by heart."

"Ugh, homework?" Himiko pouts but takes the folder. "Not fun at all."

"Not everything about missions is fun, Himiko-chan," Onibi-sensei says, snickering.

Himiko continues to sulk until a thought brightens her mood. "What about Ran-kun? Is he also going to UA?"

"Seems to be the case," Onibi-sensei nods, grinning. "Isn't that great?"

Himiko gasps, immediately beaming like a quasar.

"Yay!!" She pumps her fists in the air.

She eagerly opens the folder and begins skimming through the file inside, her enthusiasm renewed.

There are so many details, but she'll manage. After all, she's been Onibi-sensei's student for a year now and has gotten used to this kinda thing.

But having a mission is a first!

Infiltrating UA, drinking blood, being with Ran—

Himiko can't help but giggle.

This is going to be one fun ride!

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Previous Chapter

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legitimatesatanspawn · 11 months ago

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Something I can't stop thinking about: Present Mic's work bullshit schedule.

His three jobs are teacher, pro hero, and radio show host. Now to be fair pro and radio can have different hours but...

Radio Shows have set times. Even if we assume he just has the prime time hours because hero, that's still 3 or 4 hours that day on top of whatever prep or office stuff or paperwork has to be done.

UA's schedule seems to follow the standard 8-ish to 4 pm just for homeroom and classroom stuff, not even getting into faculty meetings or grading homework or if he helps students with a club or anything like that. There's also basically April to next March minus August and like... I want to say a week or two for the winter break? So let's lower it down a little to 10 months, not counting the different hours for Saturday or the absence of Sundays. The hours at the start of this paragraph doesn't include getting to work or leaving for one of his other jobs.

And then there's the Pro Hero job which has god only know what hours and how he does it. Does he have set patrols? Does he only do nights and Sundays now because of his schedule?

But you know what set it off my thoughts this time?

The CD Drama.

Hizashi gifted All Might the complete 4 terabyte set of his show's broadcast. "100,000 hours" or so he claimed. Much like Aizawa in the clip I heard, I was baffled. The math doesn't work out by any stretch of the imagination.

Even if we assume that Hizashi has done his radio show for the full 11 years of his being a hero, whether it's just Prime Time hours or if he had different slots to keep enemies on their toes, that's 3-6 hours a day for upwards to the full 11 years. Which by math is 12,045 to 24,090 hours. The 100,000 hours meanwhile is about 11 years and 5 months of nonstop 24/7 chatter.

By every aspect that is physically, temporally, and practically impossible.

I know it's just a joke but this is why I should not be given math and existing structures.

Present Mic's schedule is difficult if feasible but the CD Drama's hours are genuinely impossible. Unless the "100,000 hours of my show" are padded out 87% to 76% with music and other stuff.

But what if I'm more charitable with the time?

Let's say Hizashi's done the thing as part of a UA school project that he got approval for - in half hour segments - starting in Year 2. And let's say he managed to do six hour segments before getting into UA as a teacher. Let's... go with him being a teacher for 6 years of the 11 he's been a Pro for, to give him a long enough time on the job to be comfortable but short enough that he had an established name before it. And as a teacher he limits himself to 3 hour segments aside from holidays or school breaks where he does 6.

And because I don't feel like giving the full math on it for sick days or Sundays off or him doing actual breaks, we're going the full maximum on time just to show off how bad the schedule still is. But keep in mind UA students have about... remember the time? So that's 45 days out of 365 where he'd be at 6 hours (teacher) or 0 (student).

UA Student: 2*(0.5*(365-45))=302

Pro Hero: (11-6)*(365*6)=10950

Teacher: 6*(( (3*(365-45))+(45*6)))=7380

302+10950+7380=18632

So instead of the rough estimates of 12,045 to 24,090 hours, we have a more precise maximum estimate of 18,632 hours across a show's 13 years run. Without the subtraction of Sundays, vacations, sick days, and so on because doing the show nonstop like that would build up stress and burnout and all kinds of health risks.

But as you can see it still isn't enough time to make the claimed 100,000 hours. Which would require 24/7 Awake Nonstop Talking Ever to be possible. ... I forgot the leap years but that'll just add like a negligible amount, like 18 hours?

If there is actually that much harddrive space eaten up, I really wanna know what the rest of it really is.

tldr: Present Mic's radio show is likely around 12,045-24090 hours or an estimated max of 18,632 hours of playtime. 100,000 hours is literally impossible as that's about 11 years and 5 months of 24/7 talking.

#just talking #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overthinking again #present mic #yamada hizashi #plus ultra #applying math #taking the joke seriously #why am i like this

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joshuawister · 9 months ago

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Warsaw Spy Mission 1978: Chapter 1

Story Untold from Cold War…

Warsaw Spy Mission is a story set in Eastern Europe 1978, about campus life and humanities. It focuses on Warszawa, Mazowieckie (PL) and Pryp'yat, Chornobyl (aka Chernobyl, UA) under Soviet occupation… both the cradles of Slavs.

(Tumblr version of light novel series "Warsaw Spy Mission 1978" on https://commaful.com/play/jw2019/)

Delo 1: Ruin

-Somewhere in Poland-

There are many men digging the earth. These years, the Polish government has been eager to dig the ruin - for the discovery of its history.

The grassland was full of men wearing poor clothes, but a luxuary car came from over there. It’s called Lada in black. The black car stopped near the director, and opened the door. A lady got out of it, and the director shouted.

“Guys look, Lada is coming!”

The name is her name, not car’s.

“Don’t call me by first name, Polsky!" (meaning 'Polish')

“Sorry... Comrade Afanasyeva!”

She looked upset in contrast to her dull looks with black hair, and asked the director.

“Tell me the truth, did you find the bombs here?”

She asked in fluent Polish. The director was worried to answer, looked around and chose the words seriously.

“Tak, the bombs are found here, so I think that we’d revise the plan of construction.”

“Never change the plan since it must be a proper instruction as long as the committee decides!”

- Warsaw, the capital of Poland

The campus of Warsaw University is located in front of the Presidential Palace, nearby Praga district on the bank of Vistula river. The streets look dull and some old monuments were chipped, and people are forgetting there was a royal palace different from the presidential one. The interior of the auditorium there’s decorated by a long red banner, and a portrait of Edward Gierek, the First Secretary is put on the wall.

The course beginning here is the Slavic history and archaeology.

“Imagine that our great ancestors made great history. Remember Slavic people were a family and now got tied firmly…”

The lecture still continues.

“Under the flags of the Warsaw Pact Organization…”

A girl listening to that was about to fail on her face. Then a boy behind her poked his finger then called her in a lower voice.

“Hey Katarzyna, just keep you awake!”

“Shhhh. What if they find us snubbing?”

At that time, this city was the place of the signing of Warsaw Pact Organization led by the Soviet Union.

“But I’ve heard this campus is free from the Secret Service.”

He passed a note to Katarzyna. Wouldn’t they get interested in the professor's lecture?

“KGB is an exception, their hands can reach anywhere from Moscow,” it read.

“Well, I won’t waste life again as dad did…”

They suddenly heard professor shouted,

“You two, seem very restless. Come and see me after the class. That’s all for today.”

The class is over, after the other students got out with leaving the two, the professor beckoned.

“Katarzyna and Boleslaw!”

They imagined what punishment they’d receive.

“I expected some not interested in such an ideological lecture, don’t you think so?”

Hardly answered Boleslaw,

“I just tried to wake her, for the class. Please let me go…”

“You misunderstand something, certainly you disturbed the class. But it’s true that my class is boring though. Isn’t it Katarzyna?”

Then she answered,

“My father was an archeologist, and he’s never heard of the Warsaw Pact. This word has nothing to do with archeology nor our history.”

Professor drummed on the table and said, “well”.

“If I was born a decade ago, I’d agree with you… Perhaps, you’re interested in the true archeology not ruined by Bolshevik.”

Then he showed her a piece of ‘copied’ old paper.

“I’ll give you a week. Translate this thousand-year-old document, or try to contact anyone who can read it.”

The students looked at each other. Katarzyna looks very admired.

“Interesting homework…”

The professor still worried to tell them what,

“Frankly, I thought this should be lectured in the class instead of Party propaganda, as you think. This copy is my present for you.”

Katarzyna studied the paper, but it’s not written in the alphabet she knows.

“What’s this strange script?”

“It’s an ancient alphabet called Gligoric, but we’re banned from even reading it anyway.”

Boleslaw said thanks to receive it, and added the question:

“Then why did you keep us here? I thought we would be kicked out of the class ‘cause of disturbing your lecture.”

But there’s no answer but professor just leave some words as advice,

“When you go out for some fieldwork, take care of yourself, remember this; Though our mother Poland won’t shoot 'cause of deviation, but then see the hands of KGB everywhere.”

Listening to his wording, Katarzyna felt this document is something like prohibited literature.

Delo 2: Call of Polesia

-Pryp’yat, Chornobyl (Ukraine), 1978

The forest covered the secret city known for hi-tech.

I’m aboard a bus at the southern checkpoint on the road to Pryp’yat. Though narrow roads are closed by the boom gate, it’s always crowded by cars.

“Stoy! Park your car and follow the instructions!”

Driver passed the paper.

“It's AN(Academy of Sciences), well you’re good to go!”

The bus passed the inspection. I called a professor on my front seat.

“Pardon Dr. Viitol, can I have a minute of your time later?”

10 km distant northward from it, Durova was in the command room of the Duga radar station, just with old-school military antennas. When she looked at the monitor, heard a beep from her pocket.

The city provided a mobile communication network for simple text messaging.

“Found an informant, see you tonight at No. 227 Hotel Polesia, from Dr. Viitol”

She promised Dr to accompany, but Dr says the informant is a stranger.

Hotel Polesia, Pryp’yat

Tonight, I lured a Soviet IT expert to my room with Western tech info. I met her at the Palace of Culture for the conference of new technologies to improve the economy. Anyway it’s a great chance to study the clue for “their” mysterious activity in the academic field through the conference.

The city was founded a decade ago, the closed city built for the electricity and military demand.

The view from this hotel is great to see the silhouette of huge reactors over there.

Here she came, the name’s Kroot Viitol majored in informatics. I read some of her achievements reported by the Zvezda newspaper.

Her office is over there seen from this room, westward away, ongoing construction. I know the Jupiter factory she’ll work for is a secret military electronics manufacturer since documents read when I was in the Air Force.The mother plant in Kyiv produces chips for avionics and radars used in prototype fighters I tested. Or perhaps, for rockets?

This room is No. 227.

“Hi comrade, good to see you.”

“Dr. Viitol, how’s it going? Your contribution to the lunar rover Lunokhod is great.”

“So the Academy awarded me a medal to praise it, thanks.”

“Oh I have some questions, just about some computer systems for the military...”

Dr. Viitol made a cynical smile on her face.

“Wait, I don’t know where you are from.’

“I come from Baikonur, Kazakh republic. I’m impressed with your contribution to the state-level computer network…”

Baikonur is well-known as the cosmodrome, or spaceport.

“Sorry to say, I used to work in Baikonur for a long time, but I never see you… isn't it strange?”

Then Dr. Viitol took a pistol. I reacted as quickly as she did.

“Don’t deceive me, no one was on the invitation list for this conference from Baikonur... You must be a spy!”

I shot at the gun in her hand to disarm.

“By the way did you remember me, Dr? We’ve worked together for MiG-23 fighter project… And you sold me to the KGB!

Dr. Viitol shut up for a while, and stepped down without saying but,

“Valentina… the rumor was right that you really left the Soviet Union?”

Suddenly the door of my room broke with someone knocking it out, and I heard an officer shouting, then I remembered the voice.

“Who’s there? Dunno shooting is a crime?”

The two accused me of 'collusion with enemies' in the line of my test-pilot duty.

“Lt. Durova... I remember this great boffin and you, who obeyed the KGB attempted assassin plan on me. Let me go or shoot her.”

I caught Dr. Viitol and took her as the hostage. Then Durova shot at me with a silenced assault rifle with scope.

I shot in response to Durova's bust.

“Aghhh”

It hit my shoulder so I let Dr. Viitol go and just ran away and jumped out of the window, but some hit her skin.

“Alert, an enemy spy!”

Just after I left, Durova tried to rescue Dr Viitol.

“You’re about to kill me!”

“Sorry, aimed and avoided hitting in need to save you…”

Astonished though her damage was far less than Durova’s.

“Lieutenant, you bleed a lot… let me call the ambulance!”

Dr took her mobile phone for the emergency call '103'.

“No, my rank is Major now…”

The Hotel parking

I managed to take “the taxi”, and the driver asked her for a countersign when riding.

“Hey, when’s the first year for the Hall of Fame?”

“In '36, I'm Tina!”

Then he tossed her a baseball cap. The taxi quickly got out of the hotel area, then a line of smoke and roaring from a hotel window.

“Oh hurry, a rocket is coming!”

I saw Durova still standing by the window of No.227 with her rocket launcher and she’s full of blood.

Then heard her voice says:

“Smyert’ shpionam blyat (Death to spies shit)!”

The car escaped on the city boulevard northward, I heard full of gun shooting.

"Tina, a tank is on the road!"

“That tank’s old enough to use RPG rocket here!”

I put the launcher bipod on the roof to aim at the tank outside.

“It’s a T-62, an old type!”

Then I fired it as Durova did.

“Slava Ukraini (Glory to Ukraine)!”

The moment I pulled the trigger, the launcher flew away from recoil.

That launcher hit a Soviet UAZ jeep chasing us and it got a flat tire.

“Bang!”

The jeep exploded when crushed into the wall at full speed.

The T-55 was running, and hit then stopped without burning.

Along the long boulevard, we saw an endpoint with a waterfront.

“That’s the Pryp’yat riverside, get ready out of here!”

The car stormed into the wharf of a river port, I jumped out of the door when the car flew up.

Dive into the river running nearby the city, both two swimmed and floated on water.

“Oh shit…”

“Let’s wait for an ally ship to pick us up, just like a triathlon.”

This river goes through the land of Polesia with the cities of Belarus and Poland.

“But where should we go?”

“Embassy in Warsaw... if we survive hundreds miles more!”

Then a boat heads to us…

-To be continued

#history #illustration #military #ukraine #poland #warsaw #chernobyl #soviet #europe #ussr #coldwar #fiction #novel #light novel #lightnovel

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layingatyourfeet · 2 years ago

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unforgettable

hizashi yamada x reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, radio show host Mic, both Mic and reader are UA teachers, absolutely self-indulgent because i’m soft for this man

wc: 947 words

every friday night in your household is the same. Yamada is peppering your face with kisses and you are trying to push him away, shoving a mug with freshly brewed coffee and bento with his favourite sugary snacks in his hands. pressing the last quick kiss to his lips you kick him out of your apartment, screaming “you’re gonna be late, idiot! your listeners are waiting!” and slamming the door shut trying to contain your laughter.

30 minutes later you put the headphones on and tune in to listen to his radio show.

every friday night he tells you to not stay up all night to listen to him, you have the unlimited subscription to his voice after all, and you just put on the most serious face and nod in agreement. and yet you both know that you’re gonna be up, listening to him, doing errands around the house, grading homework during commercial breaks, taking a bath when the show is about to end and crawling under the covers by the time he comes back home.

this night is no different and you feel giddy when your hear Yamada’s voice, just as hyper as when he’s at school talking to his students.

“weeell heeello hello hello my dear listeners! this is Put Your Hands Up! radio and your loyal host Present Mic! how are we feeling this friday night? my little helpers told me that you wanted the theme of tonight to be LOVE? oh listeners, is that what the sakura season does to you? well, i would gladly oblige but only if you promise me to PUT! YOUR! HANDS! UP! to hug someone you love! and don’t forget to call to talk about love and send your requests! aaand OFF WE GO!”

god he’s goofy. goofy in the best, warmest way you could imagine and you smile at the thought that both his loud, goofy, eccentric and tender, soft, loving sides are all yours.

almost every song is a request from his listeners: a guy telling that he’s gonna propose to his girlfriend in 2 weeks, an elderly woman asking to put on the song she had her first dance to with her husband 50 years ago, a bunch of teenagers asking for a loud love song they can dance to, a song to daydream about their crush to, a song to show that they feel like they love the whole world tonight, a song that feels like being in love… it’s a non-stop stream of love stories of any sorts, and if someone isn’t asking for anything specific he picks the best ones for the listeners mood.

you listen to every question, answering them as if you were his co-host, and you’re almost too caught up in your talk to the bathroom mirror when you hear the next question.

the voice on the other side of the line is so unsure it makes you feel for the person calling.

“hello, m-mister Present Mic. i n-need your advice. i gave my classmate chocolates for the valentine’s day, and and and white day is coming soon and i’m worried he won’t understand or he won’t return my feeling or, or, or i don’t know and i just need your advice” this voice is oddly familiar. distorted by the phone and radio waves, you still hear someone you already know. well, at least if you were hosting the show together Yamada would’ve reacted way faster than you, just like he did right now. “come on, listener, i know that having a crush could be terrifying, but i also know that you’re extremely brave because you’ve already done your part and confessed your feelings! you know, even if he won’t return them, i want you to keep being brave and keep showing this world your love. but i will cross my fingers for the next four days and hope he’ll say yes! is there a song you want to request for tonight? and OI! if he’s your classmate, aren’t you up too late?” he finishes with a quick laugh. his voice was surprisingly soft for this whole speech and you can’t help but wonder, did he see himself in that listener? was he reminiscing about his school days? “i will go to bed right after the song! i promise!” the unsure stutter is gone, and she sounds absolutely relieved. “i… can i request heroes by david bowie?” “coming right up, listener! enjoy and don’t forget what i told ya! keep being a hero with a big loving heart!”

and it all clicks. you know this girl. she’s your student and you can’t help but wonder if Yamada recognised her voice. and you know that you’re gonna root for her, even tho you know love could be quite cruel to both heroes and quirkless people alike. but you also know that without love none of you would’ve become the people you are now.

“and i would love to end this beautiful night with a song of my choice”, Yamada’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “it’s unforgettable by nat king cole, i hope you enjoy and don’t forget that love is what keeps us moving forward. see ya next week, listeners! Mic signing off!”

by the time Yamada comes back home, you’re about to go to bed. he’s puts two paper cups of coffee and some fresh pastry on the table, smiling apologetically. “i know the coffee is pretty shitty, but that’s the only thing i found this early” “it’s my favourite one” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss on his jawline.

and yes, you do think that he’s unforgettable too.

#hizashi yamada x reader #present mic x reader #present mic fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff

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dadsbongos · 3 years ago

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I found your blog recently and I immediately fell in love! I don’t know if you take requests at the moment but if you do...

Do you think you can do a Izuku one-shot or head cannon where Izuku is a UA traitor (who have amazing acting skills, no one can suspect him) and one day he found out there is another UA traitor and he found out it was his s/o who he have been dating since middle school. How would he react? And could it be fluff?

If you don’t take requests at the moment or these kind of requests then please ignore this! I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in anyway. I have this idea for awhile and I don’t really see anyone did this kind of thing yet or I am just blind and can’t see.

I really like your blog and I can’t wait to see more of it! Take care and be safe, make sure you eat/drink and rest well! Thank you for your time!

-(๑╹ω╹๑ )

i know you wanted fluff but i saw this and imagined the sitcom material immediately also i'm so glad you like my stuff! that's really sweet and i appreciate you for reading <3 thanks bro

Requested: Izuku Midoriya Warnings: villain deku au?, fem reader Word Count: 773 ~~~

“Meet with the other traitor and hand them these.”

“The other what?”

Izuku was in shock. He thought he was good - after all, nobody suspected that he, the ultimate All Might fanboy, would be the traitor - but whoever the other one was, must’ve been some kind of seasoned actor at sixteen.

“There’s another one?”

Tomura narrowed his eyes at the boy, voice drawing up to mock him, “‘There’s another one?’” he slammed the file on the bartop and slid it over to Izuku, “Yes, there’s another one, dumbass. Give those to her, she’ll be waiting in the common room of your dorms - tonight at midnight. Don’t fuck it up again.”

“Okay, I almost asked Kacchan if he’s the traitor one time and suddenly I’m the bad guy?”

Tomura’s glare only grows stronger at the question.

“Fine, I’m going.”

Izuku can’t possibly imagine which of the girls it is.

Ochaco could use money, but it wasn’t like Tomura was handing out stacks of cash for this - besides, she’d gone to Mic privately to give him her points, so she was probably being genuine.

Momo’s ears flush red when she lies.

Mina was… generally out of the question on account that there was only room for one outgoing, bubbly girl and that was Himiko.

Kyoka’s aloofness reminded Izuku of a less extreme Dabi, and Tomura hated Dabi so there was no chance he’d have two Dabis on one team.

Tsuyu was almost killed by Tomura at the USJ and as much as Tomura threatened to wrangle Izuku’s neck - he would never actually.

You were an absolute angel.

And Toru…

Well, she…

Izuku rolled his head to the side as he sat in his dorm, ashamed of himself for not remembering her sooner. It was probably Toru. Like, come on, disappearing at the landslide zone in USJ with Shoto and not saying anything to him? As if.

With an hour left until midnight, Izuku sees his phone light up with a text from you.

girlfriend :D hey izuku! sorry i couldn’t text much, homework was kicking my absolute ass :( but i think i’m gonna go to bed

You stare down at the message you’d just sent your boyfriend. Honestly, you feel a little bad lying to him, especially since he’s such a huge All Might fanboy. But you know this corrupt society that worships heroes who only seek money and fame can’t go on, even if that means hurting your sweet boyfriend.

boyfriend :D aw no worries babe i’m gonna go to bed too so :P sleep well :) goodnight i love you!

Your poor, sweet, spamming-prone boyfriend.

i love you too izuku!

Only half an hour is left until you have to meet up with Denki. Or, you’re assuming it’ll be Denki. That guy has to be playing up his stupidity. And nobody’s Quirk actually has that much backlash. Except for Izuku, but he’s such an honest, kind guy - so he was out of the question.

No way, no how, no chance it would be your honest, caring, heroic boyfriend from all the way back to middle school.

“Izuku,” your voice is strained to avoid screaming, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he shakes his head before pointing at you, “What are you doing here?”

You two stand in the common room - at midnight - staring at each other. In his hand is a file. One he’d been told to pass to a “her” and one you’d been told to collect from “him”.

“You…” Izuku points at you, eyes wide, “you?”

“You?!” you whisper-yell, storming over to cup your boyfriend’s cheeks, “Who even are you? Is your name really Izuku?”

“Yes!” he whisper-yells back, taking your hands before pressing the file into them, “And I am really your boyfriend since junior high who loves you a lot.”

You stare down at the file in your hands, “I love you a lot, too.”

“So, we’re good? Just suddenly finding out that the other person is secretly a huge criminal working under Japan’s most wanted villain. But, overall, still good with each other.”

Grinning, you nod, “Yeah, exactly that.”

“Good,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Good.”

“Does this mean we should tell Shigaraki we’re dating?”

“I already told him.”

“And he… didn’t say anything about me being the traitor?”

“He did not.”

Meanwhile, at the bar, Tomura is snickering to himself when Kurogiri asks why he’s been so giggly since Izuku left.

The man just shakes his head before explaining, “Just thinking about how pissed those kids are gonna be when they realize I didn’t say anything about them both being traitors…”

#villain deku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n

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helpihaveatype · 3 years ago

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count on me

✰ pairing: todoroki shoto x gn!reader

✰ summary: though he’s not particularly familiar with affection, todoroki comforts you after you break up with your boyfriend.

✰ warnings: um mentions of your ex being rude; complicated todoroki family dynamic

The Todoroki family wasn’t particularly known for being affectionate. Certainly, Shoto wasn’t used to it. There had been one time, though, he’d seen an act of kindness from his father.

It was just after Touya left; Rei had just been sent away, too. Poor Fuyumi was crying her eyes out over the ordeal. Young Shoto, still with a bandage over his eye from the burn, watched in fear from the doorway as his father approached her. He saw Natsuo tense too, and he wondered if he should protect his siblings. From what little he knew of them, they weren’t particularly proficient when it came to using their quirks. But could he take on his father? He was already hurt due to Endeavor’s actions, and now his family was fractured. Or, more obviously so than it already was. Nails digging into his palm, he decided he’d jump in harm’s way for his sister.

Then the unexpected happened: Enji hugged his daughter. He held her close, flames extinguishing on his face to make sure he wouldn’t burn her. The number two hero stroked her hair as she sobbed into his shoulder. Still acting unlike himself, Endeavor opened his arms to Natsuo, too, but the white-haired boy just took a step back, shaking with anger. Or maybe sadness. Or perhaps fear. Maybe all three.

For a second—just for a second—Shoto thought he saw regret flash in his father’s eyes. But it was extinguished just as easily as a campfire. Maybe he’d imagined it. He couldn’t imagine his father of all people ever feeling regret.

Slowly, hoping to remain unseen, Shoto backed away and made his way to his lonely room. A few minutes later, his brother showed up, presumably to check on him, though he didn’t quite know how. Natsuo merely looked at the younger boy and nodded, solemn and silent, before leaving Shoto alone once more.

In short, even the small moment of love Todoroki had witnessed was odd and laced with sadness. Yet, what else could he do for your crying figure, sobbing on the couch next to him. If only Uraraka or Midoriya were here, they’d probably know what to do. But no, everyone else was already at UA’s monthly movie night, something they’d started when the students had to move into dorms.

Still working on some homework from the make-up classes he had due to his work study, Shoto had decided to head out a bit after all his friends. He was in the lobby when you ran in, all teary eyed. Seeing he was still there, you tried to hide it, but he could see.

“Are you alright?” he swallowed, voice as monotonous as ever. He really wasn’t good with this.

“Yup. J-just peachy,” your voice wavered through a forced smile.

“You don’t look like it.”

Your face fell. Todoroki mentally kicked himself. One thing he’d never mastered was tact.

“I’m sorry,” he was quick to apologize. “That was rude.”

“No, it’s fine,” you sniffled. “You’re right.”

“Would you like to tell me about it?” he tried.

You nodded, gulping. “My boyfriend and I broke up.”

Shoto never did like him. He was in the business course at UA, but you’d known him since junior high. Not that Todoroki could ever imagine him as a caring person, but you swore he was. That he was just busy, and you bothered him too much. Yet, from an outside perspective, it was easy to see he neglected you, even going so far as to pick on you sometimes. Why even start dating you, Shoto wondered? Though, word on the street was he became increasingly bitter that you were accepted into the hero course and he’d been too cowardly to try. What a stupid reason to mistreat you, the heterochromatic boy thought.

It seemed things had come to a head as you walked to the movie, when you finally confronted him on the way he treated you. All the times he’d ignored you or blown you off. There were a number of times Shoto had gone to pick you up when he’d ditched you. It hurt his heart every time. Was it wrong that he was kind of happy the relationship was over?

Now his thoughts had brought him full circle. What to do to comfort you, all curled onto yourself on the sofa, eyes red from crying? Well, he supposed he really had to do the only thing he knew. Somewhat hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you.

You responded immediately, leaning your weight against him, a steady flow of tears already making a wet spot on his shirt. He only held you closer, instincts taking over a little as he stroked your back and whispered that everything would be ok.

Embarrassment setting in as your weeping subsided, you pulled away, wiping at your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Todoroki. You should head to the movie, it’s starting soon.”

“No. Not without you.” He thought for a moment, carefully picking the right wording. “And if you do not want to go, then I don’t either.”

Your eyes held admiration for the boy before you, who still had an arm around you without even realizing it. You rested against his shoulder again. “Thank you… Can I ask you something? You’re always honest.”

He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at that. Honest was a nice way of putting it. “Of course you may.”

“Am I an idiot? You know, for staying with him so long?”

Your friend thought for a moment. In the silence, you began fidgeting with the zipper pull on your jacket. Maybe he was biased because he was close to you. Maybe his friends were right, and he had a crush on you. Maybe that’s why he was so sure of his answer. But regardless of the reason, he was.

“Not at all.” He took a deep breath still searching for the right words. “If anything, you were just too good for him, defending him until the end. Being there for him. Making an effort. You’re so good like that. But it’s not stupid. At least, I don’t think it is. It’s not fair to you when he never made an effort. But I just don’t think that makes you an idiot.”

You sighed. In relief, from what Shoto could tell. “Thank you again. And thank you for always being good to me.”

“Of course. It’s what someone as smart and funny and beautiful as you deserves.”

He said it without thinking, but now that he realized his words, a fierce blush overtook his face. As you looked at him, his heart began to beat faster. Were his friends right after all? Did he have a crush on you? He really didn’t have an experience to say definitively one way or the other. Yet, based on everything right now, he was starting to think he did, if his research was to be trusted.

Before he could apologize for his words, you spoke.

“Thank you. I hope someone as intelligent and handsome and compassionate as you knows I’m always here, too.” Sheepish, you ducked your head. “You know, if you need me.”

“I’ll always need you.”

Now he was painfully aware of the fact he still had his arm around you. Not that he was going to remove it when you needed the comfort. He was also not going to act on any feelings blooming in his chest, not when this pain was so raw. But maybe, just maybe, he’d ask Mina for advice sometime soon.

“Hey, Todoroki?”

He nodded, attentive. “Yes?”

“I think I want to go to the movie, after all.” You bit your lip nervously. “You’ll still come with me, right?”

“Yes,” he replied, eager to see you smile again. He was successful in that venture. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Quickly, you cleaned yourself up and were good to go. As you walked toward the main building, you grabbed Todoroki’s hand, squeezing it. “I’m glad I know you.”

“Me too.” He smiled, squeezing back. “I’m new at all this, but I swear, no matter what, you can count on me.”

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notchesandbullets · 4 years ago

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The Gentle Giant's Breaking Point (Shoji x Reader)

Art credit: @tonerukun

Requested by: @/smol_angry_rabbit on wattpad

Aged-Up!AU

Warnings: explicit smut, size kink, dirty talk, hickeys, cursing, being overpowered and completely dominated, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, tender aftercare and soft confession

Words: 6.4k

In downtown Musutafu, Shoji, Tokoyami and Ojiro were wandering around the city packed with people on a bright, sunny day. A gentle breeze blew by, swirling around the hundreds of people who decided to get some fresh air for the first time in weeks.

The second the weather warmed up, food stalls and all sorts of vendors were back on the streets. Mouthwatering scents of sesame soba, senbei and taiyaki curled deliciously into the air and wafted over to everyone within the vicinity, enticing them over to buy the scrumptious street food.

At the first sight of spring, the students of UA scattered, all eager to spend their off day outside.

Kaminari, Bakugou, Kirishima and Ashido all went to the pool, the rest of Class 1-A following in a slow trickle.

It first was Hagakure who wanted to tag along, then Uraraka, then reluctantly Jirou followed by the rest of the girls.

Midoriya sheepishly asked if he could come along too, Todoroki following suit since he'd rather be anywhere than at an empty dorm and end up having to go home to his father.

Mineta was only allowed to come with Sero's tape restricting his hands and covering his eyes. He complained the whole way there that it was unfair but no one paid any attention to him.

Shoji let his arms fall to his sides as he strolled around downtown, following Tokoyami.

He hadn't particularly wanted to go anywhere, preferring to stay in the dorms. He didn't know when was the last time where it had actually been quiet. Not since before they moved in.

He didn't really have any complaints about his classmates. If anything, he was rather happy to live in a dormitory. It meant he got to see a lot more of you.

You were best friends with him, preferring to keep to yourself most of the time, just like him.

Maybe that's why you got along so well.

Shoji never tried to bother you but it was inevitable when the last class of the day would be dismissed and everyone paired off or huddled up in their groups to talk about anything and everything. He would just be at his desk, pulling out a book or getting started on his homework so he didn't have to worry about it later and you would come over, plop yourself down in the empty desk next to him and start reading a book without a word.

He didn't mind. He rather liked your company. It was quiet. It was nice.

He was going to ask you if you wanted to come with him, Tokoyami and Ojiro today but you were gone when he woke up. At least he had your number and he messaged you to make sure you were okay.

You responded back pretty quickly that everything was fine, you just had to take care of something first and then you'd meet them at the beach.

Shoji thought nothing of it. So when Ojiro asked if he wanted to come along with them downtown because Tokoyami needed to pick up more art supplies before their next class, he readily agreed.

He honestly didn't expect to see you there, let alone run into you. Literally.

You panted, rounding the corner, your eyes round with fear as adrenaline pumped through your veins. But you weren't watching where you were going.

Crashing into someone's very solid chest, your force knocked them over, sending the two of you toppling over instantly.

Springing up, you quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry!!"

All else blanked from your head as you saw who it was you exactly landed on and your jaw dropped open.

"Shoji?!"

Suppressing a groan, he sat up, encircling your waist carefully to ensure you wouldn't fall.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he helped the two of you up into a standing position, completely ignoring Ojiro and Tokoyami's questioning stares. "What are you doing?"

You opened your mouth to answer him when all of the sudden, you were hit by a blinding light.

Various enraged cries echoed from the alley you had just rushed out of.

"Get back here!!!"

"Shoot." You muttered under your breath. "My paralysis wore off."

"You're using your quirk?!" Ojiro exclaimed in shock. "You know that's against the rules!!!"

You ushered everybody into the nearest store hastily, hiding behind All Might merchandise to keep out of sight. "You want to lecture me now or after we call the police?"

While Tokoyami dialed for the local police, Shoji shifted closer to you, using his dupli-arms to hide you from view.

"Who are they?" He asked you.

He knew you weren't the type to go around causing trouble. If you had used your quirk, it had to be because you were cornered with no way out. He knew you.

And judging by that foreign, hesitant look in your eyes, you knew it, too.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." You mumbled under your breath, refusing to look at him.

Shoji didn't say anything else on the matter, dropping it entirely when a shadow passed over him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath as the men searched for you, your breath hitching when Shoji's grip around you tightened protectively. Too many times you had imagined his arms around you but this was a scenario you didn't exactly picture.

The sirens wailing outside had you relaxing the tiniest bit, the rest of the tension leaving your body as the police arrested the three men using their quirks to create destruction.

Shoji didn't let you go quite yet though. Not until he was sure every last one of them left.

Pulling back, he allowed you to slip out of his arms. And that's when he saw it.

The blood.

The cut on your cheek was smeared with crimson and he questioned how he didn't notice that sooner.

Cradling your cheek, he angled your face, his jaw ticking as he got a better look at your injury.

"Y/N."

You gulped as he used your first name without any honorific. You knew he meant business and your heart fluttered at how much he seemed to care for you in that moment.

You shoved down your feelings, forcing yourself to breathe normally, dreading that he would notice how nervous you were.

It wasn't that you really had anything to be anxious about, you knew Shoji would never judge you for any reason. Kind-hearted despite how often he had gotten teased when he was younger, he never let it affect him in any way other than pushing him towards his best self.

You always admired that about it.

Shoji was such a gentle giant and you were one of the few he told about his past and what ultimately led him to striving to become a hero.

Which is why you were so caught off guard by the anger simmering beneath the surface of his eyes as he tended to the abrasion on your cheek.

The officers contained the situation quickly, arresting those that were causing chaos. The same gang of boys who were responsible for your injuries. Tokoyami and Ojiro filed out of your makeshift hiding place first, reporting what you had seen before Shoji helped you up and they turned your attention to you.

All three of their expressions changed from quelled worry to disbelief as you denied all allegations they had clearly made against you.

Still, the police officers couldn't go against it if you didn't even admit to it but brought the boys down to the station for processing. They would be able to fit the pieces together later once the camera footage of the convenience store was recovered. Until then, they let you go.

After you refused medical treatment when the police arrived on the scene, absolutely hating hospitals, you trekked back to the dormitory to sort out your injuries.

They were rather mild and you weren't worried about it at all. The hero-in-training hovering over you though, said otherwise.

You sat on one of the many couches in the common area of Heights Alliance so that he could patch you up. It was a good thing that the dorms were empty since everyone was gone for the rare off day that they got.

Shoji had ushered Ojiro and Tokoyami to go on without him to meet up with the rest of their class at the beach, promising that he would look after you and make sure that you didn't actually need a hospital.

But you also thought it was to make sure you weren't going to do anything reckless again.

He had already scolded you for not taking your wounds seriously enough and insisted on treating them, which was a bit weird because he never was one for insisting on anything unless he felt strongly enough about it.

The atmosphere was tense as he put away the rest of the medical supplies, settling for a simple butterfly closure after he cleaned the area.

Now, he was staring at you as if he wanted to devour you. Heat flooded to your lower regions no matter how hard you tried to stop it. It was clear that he was frustrated, borderline angry and upset with you for reasons unclear to you but hope kindled in your heart.

There was no way he liked you like that. He never said anything about it before.

Regardless, no one should look that good while they were enraged. The silent fury simmering beneath the surface of his being was too good of a look on him.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Shoji questioned, peeling off his mask and revealed a deep-seated frown etched on his face.

Your breath caught in your throat. No matter how many times you saw his face, it never failed to take your breath away and stop time completely.

He was beautiful.

"I-I—" You stammered, at a loss for words due to his vulnerability in front of you. He clearly trusted you a great deal. You wanted to return the gesture.

Your heart rate spiked in nervousness and you swallowed hard.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, your voice got quieter and more solemn as you told him about these people who had been bullying your little brother. Your parents weren't in the picture, and since your aunt, who had taken the two of you in, didn't care much other than making sure you were fed and attending school, you knew you couldn't depend on her for help.

You had been bullied too, something you told your brother the second you walked in one weekend and he burst into tears. You felt horrible. At UA, you were too far away to protect him, but you promised you'd do something about it.

Logically, you knew you should've gone to the authorities. But you were just so blinded by rage and hell bent on revenge for these boys who had struck him across the face and punched him in the eye more than once that you weren't going to let it go on for a second longer.

Shoji was silent when you finished. You played with your fingers in your lap, unsure of what to do. Maybe you talked too much.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Your head snapped up and you gaped. You didn't have an answer for him.

Shoji sighed and his eyes saddened. "You can rely on me, on our friends. We would have helped you."

You looked back down, his gaze too intense for you to hold. He was staring at you too earnestly and you felt the hurt that resonated within him at the actions you didn't take to reach out towards him.

"I know." You whispered. "But I didn't want any of you to get involved."

A discontented noise emitted from the back of his throat and Shoji's mouth pressed in a hard line, clearly disagreeing with you but not voicing it.

The silence turned uncomfortable and you shifted in place, discreetly rubbing your thighs together as a shiver passed through your body.

Your eyes widened as he draped his shawl over you. You gulped as Shoji bulking form loomed over you, your heart now beating faster for another reason entirely.

"S-Shoji?!"

"Mezo..." He murmured. "We're alone. You can call me Mezo."

This wasn't anything new, you had already been comfortable enough to call him by his given name when the two of you were on your own but this was the first time he had requested you to say it before you got a chance to speak it.

He beat you to the punch. How unlike him.

You blushed, arching your back into his touch as he gripped your waist and drew you close to him to warm you up, heat flooding to your lower regions without permission at his low voice. "Mezo."

He groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck at how intimate his name sounded when it fell from your lips. Physical affection wasn't rare between you two, but it largely remained platonic.

Until now. He couldn't suppress it any longer.

Capturing your lips in a heated kiss, he moved over you, unable to stop himself from pinning you to the couch.

"Ahh~" You moaned as he detached himself from your lips, keening as he continued down, pushing his jacket out of the way for better access to your neck. You weren't against this, but it was going too fast. You wanted him to slow down so that you could at least see him. "M-Mezo, w-wait..."

Stifling a groan, he reluctantly parted from your skin, catching your gaze.

Worried he had made you uncomfortable, he questioned, "Do you not want this?"

After you shook your head so violently that he was surprised you didn't knock into anything, he raised an eyebrow when you didn't express anything else.

"Then what's wrong?" Shoji asked lowly, voice gravelly and giving away just how much of an effect you had on him.

You bit your lip shyly at how you probably looked. Spread out for him, flushed to the core and panting. Your mind was racing. He had kissed you.

"S-Someone could walk in," You objected, stammering as you were only half aware that you guys were in the common area. "Don't you think we should— holy shit!!"

While you were protesting, he took the opportunity to latch onto the sweet spot under your neck, sucking harshly.

You couldn't help but whimper, your hands splayed against his broad chest as he continued to paint your skin with splotches of purple and pink.

"Mezo, come on, we should— eep!!"

Fed up with your objections as it hindered his passionate onslaught to your supple skin, Shoji hooked your legs around his waist, his huge hands cupping your ass as he practically sprinted to his room.

This time, your lips descended onto his, connecting the two of you together all the way there. You rocked against his hard-on pressed in between your bodies, moaning into his mouth as your core throbbed with need.

A growl ripped from the back of his throat as you did, and he leaned down to lay you on his bed, never separating himself from you for a second.

Cupping his face with both of your hands, you parted your lips, letting him explore your hot cavern. He slotted his body between your hips.

The two of you groaned in tandem as one of your hands slithered down to cup the stiff bulge and you whimpered when he pressed his knee against your clothed core. The pressure made slick pool in your panties and caused it to stick uncomfortably to your wet folds.

"Y/N..." He breathed shakily, his eyes clouded, giving away how much you affected him. "Can I—"

"Yes, please." You cut him off, unable to wait a second longer. "Please, Mezo, fuck me?"

Shoji's eyes widened and his cock got impossibly harder, straining against the confinements of his pants as he heard you beg for him. Beg for his cock to fill you up.

Fuck, that was so hot.

Your core was already throbbing with the need to have him inside of you. If he didn't do something soon you were sure you were going to combust.

Seeing his hesitancy as his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants, you quickly got tired of waiting and undressed by yourself, throwing your clothes in an uncaring heap onto the floor.

His eyes grew round in awe as your bare skin, breasts and that special place between your legs was revealed for him to freely drink in as you laid out before him, not an ounce of shame coloring your cheeks, save for the pink tips of your ears.

Cute.

Your back arched as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his big hands kneading the soft flesh, going harder when your response spurred him on. You whined as he flicked the pebbled tit, crying out as he bit down on it gently, a shock shooting through your system.

Shoji was studying every single one of your reactions to his touch, drinking it up as his eyes devoured you with barely restrained hunger.

"So... you like to be treated roughly..." He mused as he pulled upwards, your body following his touch as he let go of your breasts abruptly. "That's very interesting."

You whimpered in protest but that faded as he took his shirt off, the defined and sculpted muscle enough to make you forget what you were about to complain about. He was ripped, his torso flexing powerfully as he threw his shirt in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.

Licking your lips, you pulled him down to his level as he hastily undid the button of his pants, shoving it just past his hips so that his cock sprang free.

Your jaw dropped. He wasn't wearing underwear?!

Aside from that, he was fucking huge. How was even going to fit inside of you?!

You weren't given any time to dwell on his size as a finger probed your entrance. Your hands shot down to his wrist instinctively.

"M-Mezo, I'm s-sensitive—!!"

You cut off with a cry as he slipped it in, stretching you out.

Shoji closed his eyes, trying to restrain himself but you were just so hot and tight, pulsing around his finger like nothing else he ever felt.

"Is it too much?" He asked caringly, kissing you to ease you through it. You were unbelievable tight, he could already feel you clenching down on his single digit. "Do you want to stop?"

If your mind wasn't clouded with lust, you would've picked up on the subtle teasing lilt of his voice, as though he already knew what you were going to say.

"No..." You protested, squeezing your eyes shut, unknowingly doing exactly what he expected.

You could take it. You wanted him to make you take it.

Your eyes widened as he cursed behind you and that was when you realized that you said that last part out loud.

Oops. You were really in for it now.

You gasped in surprise as his hands released your wrists, but it was only temporary as he hooked your legs around his waist before he was immobilizing you again. Struggling slightly even though you were clearly overpowered, you begged for him to let you touch him before you died but he refused, shutting you up with a passionate kiss that stole your breath away.

Your body lurched and you wailed as he finally sank into your cunt, moaning and panting like a dog in heat as he sheathed his massive member all the way inside of your spasming channel.

A broken whimper of his name fell from your lips as his hips finally pressed flush against your ass, mewling as his balls rested against your puckered hole. You buried your face into his neck, ashamed of your reaction. He had barely done anything yet and already you felt like you were on the brink of cumming.

"Mezo—" You warned breathlessly, mouth gaping at the sheer size of him, your hole struggling to adjust. "Ngh!!"

Shoji braced himself up on his forearms, swearing under his breath as you clamped down around him. His fingers laced with yours from where he was still pinning your arms over your head, bending down to kiss you in order to distract you from the stretch.

You were hot, tight, and squeezing him with so much force, he already felt like he was going to cum. Stuttering out your name, he hissed as you clenched around him again.

"Y-Y/N, stop— don't do that." He begged, one of his hands fisting in your hair as he held onto his last thread of restraint while you adjusted to his size.

"C-Can't help it, Mezo." You whimpered, scratching his broad back as you fought the urge to arch your hips, knowing that was just going to encourage him to move before you were ready. "You... You're so big."

He had never prided himself on things like this, by how much he received praise or compliments from others so that he didn't have to question the authenticity of it, preferring most times to simply acknowledge it then let it go so that it didn't go to his head.

But he couldn't help it with you. There was something about the way you said it that ignited a flame of passion inside of him and it could not be put out.

Your nails dug into his back and a moan ripped from your throat as you felt him swell inside of you, catching on your walls without even trying.

"M-Mezo?!" You cried out in shock. "Why are you getting, oh fuck—"

A guttural groan sounded in the empty space and he let go of you, straightening up.

"You're so tight and warm." Shoji moaned, his left hand fisting the sheets as he gave a few experimental rolls of his hips, the other caressing your hip while his eyes fixated on where the two of you were joined together. "You feel like heaven, Y/N."

You squeaked in mortification as he said that, clapping a hand over your mouth as he thrusted into you harder, unable to contain the sounds spilling out of your mouth any longer. He felt so good inside of you. Pulsing and hot, thick and hard, it was a wonder how you were delirious with pleasure on his cock.

"Fuck..." You hissed through clenched teeth, your eyes tightly screwed shut.

Shoji stilled instantly, worried he had hurt you. His eyes scanned over your flushed face in concern.

"Are you alright? Do you want to stop?" He asked quickly and would've pulled out of you if your legs didn't lock around his hips, preventing him from even thinking about it a second longer.

You desperately shook your head then yanked him down to your level.

"Go fast, Mezo, fuck me hard." You pleaded. "Please."

There was no time to feel embarrassed by the words that came out of your mouth as he obliged instantly. Stars blinded your vision and you arched into his touch as he fucked you with a vigor that wasn't present before.

Shoji slammed your wrists down above your head and he kissed you hard, all of it teeth and tongue as he licked away your whimpers before they could break the symphony of wet skin slapping against skin that broke through the still atmosphere of his room.

Both of you were glad everyone was gone for the day because with how much noise you were making, it was clear what was going on.

His lips glossed over your pulse point, licking and sucking at the flushed skin there, marking you once again.

You shivered at the sensation of having him pressed against you and yet still attending to you with the same care you had come to expect from him. Your best friend now turned lover. If this was going to be more than a one-time deal.

"Mezo!!" You cried out as he finally pulled away from your neck, satisfied with the purple that bloomed there.

Shoji's teeth sank into your shoulder as he came deep inside of you, painting your walls with hot, thick and sticky ropes of cum.

You whimpered as he emptied in your ripe cunt, his release setting off yours and the powerful shockwaves of your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. The copious amounts of his cum leaked out the instant he pulled out of you and your hole fluttered, no longer having his length to stuff you to the brim. You felt a bit sad now that you were left empty, and sat up, thinking that you guys were done.

How wrong you were.

You didn't have to look down to see that he was still hard as his cock pressed against your inner thigh the moment he kissed you again.

"Mezo?!" You shrieked, moaning wantonly against his lips as he moved over you once more. "How are you still hard?!"

He groaned, obviously in discomfort for having been denied even though he just came. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I need to cum again to make it go down."

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips at the sight of the leaking head and you moved to try and suck him off, wanting nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue as he shot his last load inside your mouth but he shook his head and stopped you short.

"You don't have to do that." Shoji said quickly, his cheeks flushing pink as he imagined you with your ass up as your cheeks were stuffed with his cock. Fuck, you'd look so good like that. But he had something else in mind.

Your eyes had glazed over a long time ago from the pleasure that he delivered to your system.

"I want to." You implored, batting your eyes at him, pupils blown wide.

Shoji surged forward, kissing you harder than last time and you melted into his touch. Any other time, he wouldn't fight you on it. But he didn't want to make you work any harder, even if it looked like you really wanted to suck him off. For now, he was content just to see you like this.

Spread out in front of him for only his eyes to see.

"Can you lay like this, Y/N?" He asked, gently maneuvering you onto your tummy and perking your rear up as a hand trailed down your spine to get you into the position he wanted to see you in. "I'll finish quickly."

You moaned quietly, still turned on and horny from before. Even though he had satisfied you so completely, there was a part of you that still longed to have him again.

You wanted him to stuff his cock in you like this.

So you couldn't help but mess with him a bit as the slick sounds of him jerking himself off started and breathy moans fell from his lips. You could go another round for him.

Poking out your ass a bit more, you smiled to yourself as his breath hitched and his movements stuttered. Swaying it from side to side purposefully to entice him, you were shocked when it worked a little too well, bringing out the beast in the tame boy that was your best friend.

Your eyes shot open and your jaw dropped open in a soundless cry as he pushed into you without warning, sinking his fat cock balls-deep into your pussy still quivering with the aftershocks of your last orgasm.

"Mezo!! Ahhh—" You cried out, caught off guard but unbelievably turned on so much that it filled you with shame.

A messy mixture of your juices and his thick cum pushed out of you as he rammed into you all the way to the hilt and all the oxygen disappeared from your lungs.

The sloppy sounds of your cunt making as he fucked you into his bed had you gripping onto his pillow and slamming it against your face to curb all the noises that were tearing from your throat.

It was yanked out of your grasp a second later.

"Don't hide, let me hear you." Shoji begged, unable to help himself from shoving his cock into the deepest parts of your little cunny. You looked so pretty spread out underneath him like this, at his mercy entirely as he pinned you down. Your arousal ran down your thighs as he continued to fuck you, his fat cock stuffing your hole perfectly.

Like you were made for him.

He threw his head back, he redoubled his efforts to make you feel as good as your pussy was making him feel.

"You look so beautiful when you're taking my cock like this." Shoji whispered to himself in awe, disbelieving that his dream was finally coming true after all this time as he watched his length disappear into you over and over again, completely entranced. "Feels so good, hhgh—!!"

Your hole fluttered around his thick girth, struggling to take his size as he pumped in and out of you at an alarming speed.

Whining, you could do nothing else but take it as he pounded you raw and rough, his hips slapping into your ass with a vigor that blanked your mind and left you gasping at the sensation.

Your wrists, still pinned down by his hands as his duplicated gripped your hips for stability as he got you closer to that peak, strained against his strength as the pressure built up in your stomach. "Mezo...'m gonna... gonna—"

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Cream your cunny on my cock?" Shoji murmured, reducing his thrusts to sharp ruts, focusing all his attention on that little spot that made you see stars. "C'mon, give me one more. I need it."

That did it.

Your orgasm washed over you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling violently as he continued to push your limits, pumping in and out of you erratically before emptying himself into you with a deep groan.

Face flushed and eyes glassy, stilling rolling back from the throws of the intensity of your orgasm, you panted, twisting back to meet him in a kiss much softer and more loving than all the previous ones.

Now that his pent up frustration had been dealt with in the best possible way, he pulled out of you with a soft grunt, kissing you wordlessly when you whined at the loss of him.

Shoji hushed you softly as he cleaned the mess dripping out of you with a warm washcloth, urging you to go to the bathroom.

You couldn't stand up though, lacking the strength after that very thorough dicking down he gave you. Legs like jelly, you would've collapsed to the floor if he didn't catch you in time, pulling you up to his chest to carry you the rest of the way.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck as he took care of you, seeing as how all your energy was depleted. Slapping his chest halfheartedly in embarrassment as he chuckled when you jolted as he cleaned the sore but achingly sensitive bud between your legs.

Shoji nudged your ear with his nose, murmuring softly. "Are you alright?"

You hummed, eyelids heavy as you started to drift off.

He kissed the top of your head before bringing you back to bed so that you could take a nap. Somewhere between the walk from his bathroom to his bed, you stirred, arising from your light slumber only to be met with a concerned expression.

"Calm down, Mezo," You giggled, pecking him on the lips softly. "I'm good."

His shoulders slumped in relief. He was kind of worried he had broken you after a session like that. Scratching the back of his neck once you laid down, he hesitated before speaking.

"Don't worry me like that again. You're too reckless for your own good." He told you, anxiety resting heavy on his features.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively. "I don't know... That was a pretty good punishment if you ask me."

Shoji rolled his eyes but a hint of a smile played upon his lips. "I'm serious, Y/N."

Your smile disappeared and you nodded solemnly, sheepish now that you had been chastised.

"I know, I'm sorry." You apologized quietly, remorseful. You hadn't meant to worry him or any of them really. You honestly thought that you could handle it.

You had fought villains before, you thought you could tame a few punk kids who were bullying your little brother. You almost felt ashamed that they had managed to best you.

The initial idea was to capture them and report them to the authorities, since they were a part of a crew who liked to rob stores for fun, but the tables turned on you when they freely used their quirks on you.

Luckily, you had been able to dodge most of them, only sustaining minor damage from an attack you hadn't avoided in time.

Shoji knelt down by the bedside and your brow furrowed when he didn't climb under the covers with you.

"Mezo?" You squeaked when he engulfed you in a hug, all your insecurities melting away as his warmth flooded you.

He trembled as you said his name but otherwise didn't move. Instead, he mumbled something against your neck and you laughed.

"I can't quite hear you." You teased him, prying him away to get a good look at his eyes. They were swirling with an unknown emotion and you swallowed hard. "What's wrong?"

Shoji stared at you, his gaze boring into your soul as he took down all your walls you had built up around your heart to protect yourself with an ease that shocked you.

"Rely on me." He murmured, lacing his fingers with yours and gulping at how small your hands were compared to his. "I want you to rely on me like..."

You couldn't breathe. It sounded like...

"Like what?" You prompted breathlessly, not daring to hope that he was going to say what you so longed to hear from him.

His cheeks pinked and he turned away from you. "Nothing."

Your heart sank into your chest and you visibly deflated.

"Oh..." You said softly, expression saddening when he refused to look at you.

Gathering the sheets around you to cover your naked body, you suppressed a shiver as the cold air got through and you blindly reached around for your clothes on the floor.

Shoji's mouth pressed in a hard line and he shook his head. Any other time, he would be there to help you but not now. Not when his mind was racing with the possibilities of what could go wrong if he confessed his true feelings for you right here and now.

It was overwhelming him and he felt overtaken by fear that you would reject him, destroying the close friendship you had.

But...

"Y/N."

You straightened up, fumbling with the sheet as it accidentally slipped. But you blushed when Shoji draped his shawl over you, his scent filling your nose and you tripped over your words, thoroughly flustered for some kind of explanation as to why you were reacting like you were back in your first year of high school.

"I like you."

You balked, jaw dropping open in shock.

Shoji actually jumped back, startled as you swore in front of him.

"You're kidding."

His brow furrowed in confusion and he crossed his arms. "No, I'm perfectly serious."

You shook your head. There was no way that he, the coolest, most respectable and kindest guy you have ever met and had the privilege of calling your best friend, liked you back.

But judging by that affronted look on his face, you might've jumped to conclusions too soon.

Warily, you approached him, abandoning the search for your clothes.

You hastily apologized. "I'm sorry, I guess it's hard to believe how someone like you would be interested in me."

Now in front of him, you had a chance to see how much he towered over you. It was different from when you would hang out in each other's rooms where he would crouch down on the floor or sit on a chair so that the height difference wasn't so obvious.

But you felt safe as he curled his arms around you tentatively, even though it was such a contrast to how he was fucking the brains out of you earlier.

"Well, I do." Shoji murmured into your hair as he brought you in for a hug, firm and unyielding in his feelings for you even though you had yet to say anything.

You hadn't said it back but you hadn't shot him down either. He didn't know if it was foolish to hope for a chance that you would want to be with him too, or perhaps, oh no, had he made you uncomfortable?

Maybe you weren't saying anything because you didn't know how to reject—

"I like you too." You mumbled into his chest.

This time, Shoji was the one to do a double take. "Y/N?!"

"Oh hush." You said, hiding your face from his frantic gaze so that he couldn't see how red your face was. Confessing feelings was exhausting and now you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with your new boyfriend.

Shoji's chest rumbled underneath your fingertips and just when you thought your face couldn't burn anymore out of embarrassment and shyness, he leaned back and tipped your chin up.

"I'm glad you return my feelings." He smiled, a pure smile that radiated the most wholesome level of happiness possible and your heart skipped a beat.

You found you mirrored his joy instinctively, it was contagious. And when he closed the distance to kiss you once more, it sealed a pact that would stay forever and could never be broken.

"I think I'll have to be more reckless from now on." You breathed when he finally pulled away and a small pout formed on his lips.

"Y/N..." Shoji warned, not finding your joke funny in the slightest.

You giggled, looping your arms around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes, booping his nose with yours. "I'm kidding, but I do think it was worth it."

He raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

You grinned, a cheeky smile that told him he hadn't seen the last of your mischief.

"Because it finally got you to confess."

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel

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lxvislxdy · 4 years ago

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Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally.

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!”

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing.

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much.

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand.

“What did you say?!”

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair.

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder.

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides.

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily.

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away.

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them.

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way).

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face.

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm.

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.”

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help.

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand.

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!”

You laugh, wrinkling your nose.

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself.

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too.

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink.

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!”

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply.

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last.

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there.

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused.

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink.

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed.

And then, Bakugou began to read to you.

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.”

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming.

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep.

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all.

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afterhourswjay · 3 years ago

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Imagine this: Someone with a Luck quirk, aggressively applying to every lottery on the city/estate just to prove they have a quirk, and it's not coincidence

I have ideas, and I have to run with them! Sorry if this isn't what you were thinking about. If that's the case, please send me another ask Shim!! I really like the idea of a Luck quirk!Reader sharing their luck with Ochako, so it'll kinda be an x Ochako fic :D Also, unrelated, but I found my wallet!! :D

Taglist: @dynacats (idk if anyone else wanted to be permanently tagged... just lemme know somehow if you want to be put on :D)

A bit of extra info - my idea is that the reader has 2 'quirks': the one being the luck quirk, and the other being a dragon mutation, specifically wings and a tail (and fire breath, but that's not mentioned here)

Ochako Uraraka x Luck quirk!Reader

You and Ochako have been dating for a few months now, and she was surprised when you told her you had 2 quirks. While she believed you, she also was a bit confused about how your luck quirk works. Once you thoroughly explained how it works, she loved how you almost always came to tell her whenever something related to your luck quirk happened.

The two of you usually spend your mornings before school hanging out together. You both like making your breakfast, eating, and finalizing homework assignments together before walking to school hand in hand. Ochako normally wears those smudge guard gloves, that digital artists wear to prevent their hands from making smudges on the screen, to keep you and the rest of her friends from floating away when you're not training. You two arrive right around the time that the main body of your peers do, so you both usually walk to each other's lockers before then making your way to class.

You tiredly plopped into your seat behind Bakugo, but in front of Midoriya. Normally you paid attention in class, but today was different. You decided that you could afford to nap, simply because you're several units ahead of what is currently being taught. Aizawa's voice easily provided ample background noise and you slip into a light sleep

You're not sure how long you had been napping for, but a feeling in your stomach similar to butterflies ends up snapping you straight off of your desk. In fact, you launch yourself to your feet at a speed that causes Izuku to launch backwards with a yelp. You raise your hand, immediately grabbing Aizawa's attention.

"Yes, L/N??" Comes the tired question

"MY LUCK SENSES ARE TINGLING; MAY I BE EXCUSED FOR A BIT?!?!" Cue everyone turning to stare at you because you're being a weirdo

"Sure, whatever. If you fail the test that's coming up, that's on you, not me."

You're quick to grab your wallet and rush over to the window, yanking it open. You twirl around with a flourish, tucking your wings in as you salute, and fall out of the room backwards before twisting around and quickly going around to every store possible to apply to every lottery in the district

You grin when you win nearly all the lotteries, and then collect the money (what is winning if you forget to get the winnings??). You can't help but to twirl in excitement before flying back to UA. When you get back to school, the lunch bell has just rung, and you rush off through the halls to find Ochako. When you do find her, and the rest of your friends, you slap down your winnings and your receipts as your tail practically wags.

"See, I do have a luck quirk. And you said I didn't, Denki." You exclaim, side-eyeing Kaminari as he holds his hands up in surrender. Normally, you wouldn't be as upset, but he had recently been telling a lot of jokes about you only having a dragon quirk.

#jays thoughts #uraraka headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha ochako #bnha uraraka #ochacko uraraka #ochako x reader #ochako x you #ochako x y/n #reader is gender neutral #no mineta #shinso takes the place of mineta

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thiefoflight68 · 2 years ago

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What If You Couldn't Sweat Kacchan?

A one shot I wrote for a competition - Sweet (slight cursing) and funny Baku/Deku at UA doing homework.

Izuku sat at the table, his math book closed, Kacchan across from him. He didn’t look happy. “Need help?”

“No,” he didn’t look up.

“I can help if you want,” red eyes glanced up and glared at him.

“I said no.”

Shrugging, Izuku opened his backpack, they’d agreed to go to dinner together afterward and it looked like Kacchan was still working. Pulling out his notebook, he read through his notes on quirks. He flipped to the section of his classmates, mumbling as he read through each one. He knew them by heart, but he always liked to imagine each person using their quirk in different ways. Reading Kacchan’s quirk, he looked up at him, he was still scowling, working through his problems.

“Stop staring at me nerd,” he kicked him under the table.

“I’m not! Don’t kick me.”

“Then stop looking at me.”

“I was thinking.”

“Good, we’re doing homework, you should be thinking.”

“No, I mean about your quirk.” Red eyes popped up, annoyed but now clearly interested.

“What about it?” He turned his hand palm side up, a small explosion shooting off his palm, he laughed.

“Not in the study hall!” Izuku whispered loudly.

“What about my quirk?”

“Well I was reading about these people, they have,” he pulled out another book, flipping it open, “anhidrosis.”

“What’s that?”

“You can’t sweat.”

“The hell? No way, you die if you don’t sweat, gimme that” reaching across the desk Bakugou grabbed the book.

“See, you can be born with it or get it later in life.” Izuku leaned over the desk pointing to a highlighted paragraph. “I was thinking Kacchan, what if you got that?”

“I’m not going to get andri-whatever,” he shoved the book hard so that it flew into the nerd’s math book, knocking it off the table.

“Kacchan,” Izuku huffed, “it’s anhidrosis.” He picked up his math book, slipping it into his backpack. Tapping his pencil on the table he re-read the highlighted section. He heard a small cough, looking up, Kacchan was squinting at him.

“So andri-”

“Anhidrosis.”

“Yeah, that, you’re born with it?”

“Yep, it’s genetic, so from your family.” Izuku looked up, “anyone in your family not able to sweat.”

“Oi! Of course not!”

“Just checking, cause what if you couldn’t sweat?” green eyes wide, “you’d be basically quirkless, right? I mean we’d be the same.” Izuku looked back down, swinging his legs thinking about Kacchan without sweat. He heard a rustle, peeking up, he saw Kacchan leaning towards him.

“You said you can develop it later?”

“You can,” Izuku jumped up, twisting the book back around, “see here, these are all the ways it can happen.” He waited as he read through the paragraph.

“I don’t have diabetes or a nervous disorder,” Bakugou let out a breath, his voice slightly relieved.

“No, but did you read this part here?” Izuku pointed to the lower paragraph.

“Which one?” He followed the nerd’s finger to the last paragraph.

“Didn’t you say you keep getting really dehydrated?”

He read the paragraph again. “This is stupid, I’m not getting that! Get outta my face Deku,” he jumped out of his chair.

“Where’re you going?”

“Nowhere!” Bakugou stomped off down the hall, taking the stairs quickly, he opened up his room. Digging through his closet he found his metal water bottle. Slipping back down to the cafeteria he filled the bottle, taking a long drink. “Freaking andrihoses.” Going back to the study area he sat down at the table, setting his water bottle on the table. He didn’t look up at the nerd.

“You almost done?”

“No, I’m not almost done! You keep bugging me, now shut it so I can do the homework.”

“Okay,” Izuku pulled out his notebook again. Feeling eyes on him, he looked up, Kacchan was staring at him.

“What?”

“What, um, what’s best to drink, you know, if you’re really thirsty, is it water?”

“Oh, um, hang on,” flipping open the book, Izuku pushed it back towards him. "I guess people that have sweat issues should drink electrolytes, you know with minerals and stuff.”

Picking up the book again, Bakugou read the place Izuku had shown him. “That’s the garbage Ida was drinking today in class?”

“Oh yeah!” Izuku nodded vigorously, “he loves that stuff.”

“Yeah, he tried to pawn it off on me, no way I’m drinking that gross stuff.” Deku shrugged and grabbed the book back, closing it up, he put it in his backpack.

“I’m getting hungry, can you finish?”

“I’m trying! Leave me alone!” Bakugou grabbed his math book again, scratching out the last two problems. “There, let’s go.” Shoving everything in his backpack he followed Izuku back to the cafeteria.

“Hey look it’s Ida,” Izuku grabbed food and sat down at the table. Kacchan clattering his tray next to him.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” Bakugou stared at his food. Listening to the two talking he finally took a deep breath, interrupting, “you know that stuff you were drinking today?” Katsuki glared at Ida.

“I, uh,” Ida glanced at Izuku, “the pink stuff?” He reached into his pack, “this?”

“That, you got any extra?”

“But you said-”

“I know what I said then! Crap, I’m asking now, got any extra?” Ida’s eyes grew wide.

“Here, you can have this one,” he thrust the bottle at him. Bakugou grabbed it, pulled off the top and drank, sucking down the entire bottle.

“AHHHHH,” he swiped his arm across his lips, he looked at the bottle, “crap this isn’t bad.” Shoving the empty bottle in his backpack, he wolfed down his dinner. “Gotta run, see you guys later.” Grabbing his stuff he ran out of the cafeteria.

Izuku smiled wide, green eyes sparkling. He held out his hand.

“I can’t believe it,” Ida shook his head, pulling his math homework out of his backpack, handing it to Izuku. “You won fair and square, but how in the world did you get him to drink that gross stuff?”

#bakudeku #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #funny post #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #ua students

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scarlet-traveler · 11 months ago

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Katsuki’s hands were dangerous. Given that his palms secreted a highly toxic chemical that he could ignite on command, it was no surprise that they had hardly ever touched or been touched since before his quirk first developed over a decade ago. Sparking off or using special wipes to neutralize his nitro sweat helped in case Katsuki needed to reach out, but it wasn’t often that anybody would reach back.

Of course, like most things in his life, that changed with UA, and with Eijirou. Maybe it was because of his quirk, or maybe it was because of the copious amounts of hair dye that had most likely seeped into his brain, but he was always reaching for Katsuki’s hand for some reason or another, uncaring of the potential threat it held. He was the touchiest motherfucker Katsuki had ever met.

He didn’t complain about that fact as much after Kamino. Just a few gripes here and there because he had a reputation to uphold. Not that Eijirou ever gave a shit about that.

His touchiness especially ramped up after they got together, like he didn’t not want to be touching Katsuki or holding his hand in some way at any given point.

Like right now, as one of Eijirou’s hands cradled Katsuki’s, his other hand trailing over the skin of Katsuki’s palm, homework abandoned as it tended to be eventually. His finger moved with a purpose, tracing lightly but firmly along the lines streaking across his skin, the callouses on his fingertip occasionally catching on those that littered Katsuki’s hand from his explosions. Eijirou’s touch was exceedingly gentle, treating the ministrations like he was handling something precious and not a weapon, and it made Katsuki’s heart clench and warm all at once.

Eijirou painted a stripe across Katsuki’s heart line, hovered over the life line as he stroked it before shifting to his fingers, and the hand cradling his squeezed before Eijirou was raising his hand to his lips to press a soft kiss onto the pad of Katsuki’s pinky.

Katsuki’s heart lurched at the contact, and he tried to yank his hand away but Eijirou’s grip tightened, keeping him in place. “The hell are you doing, moron, you can’t kiss my hands!”

“Says who?” Eijirou asked, looking Katsuki dead in the eye as he kissed the pad of his ring finger before grinning up at him. Cheeky bitch.

“Says me, fuckface, and the fact that you’re kissing fucking nitroglycerin.”

Eijirou had the gall to laugh in his face. “Aw, Kats, are you worried about me?” A kiss to the tip of his middle finger. “Don’t worry, I know you won’t hurt me.” Kisses were pressed to Katsuki’s index finger and thumb, and as if to spite him, Eijirou pressed one more lingering kiss smack to the center of his palm.

Heat rushed to Katsuki’s face, and despite the fact that Eijirou’s lips were still pressed to his skin, he could feel his hand getting clammier, could imagine the nitroglycerin coating Eijirou’s lips.

A couple of sparks was the only warning before Katsuki’s hand ignited right in Eijirou’s face. Smoke plumed between them that had them both coughing, yet unbelievably, Eijirou was also laughing, and as the smoke cleared Katsuki could see that his face was completely unharmed as his hardening faded from his skin.

“See, I told you I’d be okay!” Eijirou said between coughs. He then licked his lips before beaming at Katsuki. “And there’s not any nitro on me! Win-win!”

The next explosion to Eijirou’s face wasn’t an accident.

Based on a mix of "tracing the lines on the other’s hands" and "kissing each finger" from this list! For @hummingflame because we were talking about this the other day :D

#mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #mha fanfiction #fanfic #traveler writes #krbk being silly soft dorks as always

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years ago

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Imprint- Werewolf Bakugo x Fem! Reader Pt 1

A/N: I wrote this for @chaoticyuna and her summerween event which can be found here …this probably will be a multipart series…

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: None really this part is pretty SFW

There were always stories about your college UA. The ghosts that moaned and haunted the hallways, the skeletons they found buried deep beneath the school, the vampires that roamed openly on campus at night. None were ever as exaggerated as the tale of the werewolf that runs through the forest at night.

Of course, you didn’t believe any of this. The closest thing to ghosts or vampires were the pale-faced, sleep-deprived students you attended the school with. The fact that wolves even lived in the forest around the school seemed absurd. So when you started your first year at UA, the seniors would try to scare the freshmen.

You never gave in nor did you believe the stories. So when you decided to join a sorority, of course your initiation was to spend a night in the forest. Honestly, it was pathetic that so many gave into the stories like this. You refused to do such an act and were not accepted into the Sorority.

You tried again with another sorority that seemed to align with your ideals concerning the “supernatural” existence of beings. Your initiation was similar to the other sorority, only you had to go to the forest on a full moon and spend the whole night there. To you it wasn’t anything, you’d been camping many times with your family since you were little. One night wouldn’t hurt.

So you packed your sleeping bag, a few snacks, water, and some extra clothes. The warmth of the fall day gave false hope. You had checked the weather and made sure that it wasn’t going to be raining that night or extraordinarily cold. Everything seemed to have been perfect.

After dinner, you took your stuff and ventured off into the forest. You found a nice clearing not too long after the sun had just set, just before it became too dark to see. You set up camp, built a fire, and let your thoughts take you wherever they pleased while looking under the starry sky. You had drifted off to sleep fairly quickly.

A few hours later, you were awoken by the sound of a low growl of a wolf. The sound meant danger, and even in your half-sleeping state, you knew something was wrong. You quietly, and quickly tried to pack your things without attracting too much attention, you backed up slowly and felt yourself press up against something soft. You held your breath as you slowly turned to face a massive carmel colored wolf with red eyes. The last thought you had before everything turned cold and dark was, ‘I am going to die here, but why does he look sort of humane?’

You woke up just after the sun rose, in a cold sweat. Unsure if you dreamt of the giant wolf, or if it really happened. You argued with yourself while you packed up your things, but a feeling of uneasiness settled over you, almost as if you were being watched. You shook it off and chalked it up to your imagination. You walked back to the sorority house and reported your finding of nothing.

The next two weeks passed quickly, without much of anything happening. You were part of the Sorority, participating in house parties, thinking of charity events, and of course school. It was almost two months into school when you got a new student in your business marketing class, which was normally not a thing that happened often. When he entered the room all the girls in class stared at him. He oozed confidence and cockiness. Whispers were murmured amongst the girls.

When you looked up to see the commotion, you saw him walking toward you. Something about his stance and aura made you not want to make eye contact with him.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked you gruffly while pointing to the one directly next to you. You shook your head no, and kept your head down and gaze averted.

“I’m Katsuki Bakugo.” He told you while holding his hand out to you. You really wanted to look at him, but everything inside you screamed not to. You ignored him as best as you could, but your interaction made the whole classroom whisper again.

“Alright, everyone settle down. Today’s assignment and your homework is to create a business model that you think would have sustainable growth in a five year model. You will be working with a partner. You have two weeks to complete this and present it to the class.” You swore you saw all the girls' eyes glued to Bakugo as the professor spoke.

“Bakugo, since you’re new to this class, I will let you pick your partner first.” The Professor said, but all the girls sat up a little straighter trying to get Bakugo’s attention. “I advise you though, that just because you are starting so late, I won’t make any excuse for you not to get your work done. You have quite a bit to catch up on.” He continued.

You saw Bakugo give a sly grin when the Professor said this. He nodded his head curtly.

“I choose Y/N as my partner for this assignment.” Bakugo spoke aloud, and you saw all the girls in the room deflate a little bit. You didn’t know Bakugo so how did he know you? You thought to yourself. When you looked at him after he spoke, for the first time since he entered the room, something about him seemed so familiar. His eyes softened a bit as you looked at one another before he tore his eyes away from you. You felt his whole mood shift from confident to anger. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew something was off with Bakugo.

After everyone was partnered up, and you heard a few quips from the other females about how unfair it was that Bakugo picked you, the two of you were set off to work. As uncomfortable as Bakugo seemed with you, or the classroom, he had a lot of ideas for the assignment. Just before class the two of you exchanged numbers and planned to meet at the library tomorrow night.

Every other night you and Bakugo spent time at the library together until close. He always seemed very tense when around you, and you thought perhaps, it was just your personality that he didn’t like. He’d walk you to your dorm or sorority house when needed. The night before your presentation to the class, you were supposed to meet him, but he never showed up.

You walked around the school looking for him. You caught up with one of his friends Kirishima, who told you that Bakugo wasn’t feeling well. You thanked Kirishima, and gave him a message for Bakugo. You noticed that it was a full moon, and a cool fall night. You walked toward the forest where you felt most at peace. As you felt the cool crisp air biting at your cheeks, and feel your troubles melt away, you walked aimlessly.

Suddenly, you were in the darkest part of the forest, where very little moonlight filtered through the trees. You felt that uneasiness once again, and realized you were lost. Behind you, you heard a branch crack and break. Your heartbeat raced and you realized that you heard a low, warning growl from a wolf. This time you knew you weren’t dreaming.

In front of you was a snarling shadow with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. You were shaking from adrenaline and while you should have ran away, you heard the gruffest, “Don’t Move” inside your head. So you obeyed. From above you lept a lighter colored wolf, who placed himself in front of you.

The two snarled at one another for a bit, but seemed to be communicating somehow. The sight was incredible and unbelievable. When the other wolf left without your legs gave out and you fainted once again.

When you woke you were surrounded with the feeling of warm fur, and the smell of carmel that pulled you back into sleep. You didn’t dream of anything more, but hours later you woke up in a fit, and inside your dorm. When you exited your dorm to rush to class, you were greeted by Bakugo.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?” You eyed him suspiciously, he wasn’t as tense as he normally was.

“I am fine. I’ve just had nightmares as of late.” You snapped at him.

“Alright.” He said nonchalantly. The truth was you had a million questions for him, but you knew you couldn’t ask him.

“I meant, last night, I found you passed out in front of your dorm when I was walking back from the store.” He told you. You opened your mouth and then closed it.

“You know what? I don’t need this fake sympathy from you. Let’s do this stupid presentation and then we will never have to speak again.” You shouted at him.

He fell behind you as you walked as quickly as you could to the classroom. You both gave your presentation and ignored Bakugo as best as you could for the rest of class.

After class, you were the first one out and ran straight back to your dorm. You turned off your phone and fell asleep for the rest of the day. Your dorm mates Momo, Mina, and Ochako came and went. Mina, whom you shared a room with, asked you if you wanted to join them. You told her no, and she knew that sometimes all you needed was space, gave you a head pat and left.

When they all left you were able to sleep again and at one point you swore you heard a knock at the door, but ignored it and everyone for the rest of the day. When you turned your phone on the next day, you saw the 5 missed phone calls from Bakugo. You were angry looking at that. The long apologetic text message didn’t seem to help either, nor did the box of Flamin’ hot Cheetos, which you assumed was Mina. However, you spotted the little note scribbled on top from Bakugo, you sat down angrily on the couch in the common area between your room and the other one, and ate the chips angrily. You were determined to ignore Bakugo for as long as possible.

#college au #Supernatural au #summerween event #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha x you #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #werewolf bakugou #werewolf bakugo x you #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #mha katsuki

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