#it’s probably gonna be todoroki though

[habken]

wait we have to ask ourselves the real question which is who is bakugou’s brother

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ DISTRACTIONS ! - dabi/toua todoroki / 10.03 / kinktober

CW: exhibitionism, teasing, dabi being stubborn, fingering, stimulation, "public" sex, shigaraki finding it entertaining, female anatomy, she/her used, petnames, they're trying to not get caught, modern au where the lov are roommates

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: hey guys! welcome to the second kinktober post of october! i hope you enjoy reading. ily all sm. leave a like or reblog to show support!

dabi sat on the couch, completely absorbed in the movie playing on the screen. his eyes were glued to the action, barely blinking as the plot unfolded. y/n, however, wasn’t nearly as interested. she leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, her mind wandering as the minutes ticked by.

she glanced at dabi, his sharp features bathed in the soft light from the tv. he seemed so engrossed, almost oblivious to her presence, his hand resting lazily on her thigh. smiling to herself, she shifted closer, her lips brushing against his neck in a gentle, teasing kiss.

he hummed from her touch, still focused on the movie, but y/n wasn’t about to give up that easily. she kissed him again, a little slower this time, her breath warm against his skin. dabi’s jaw clenched slightly, but he kept his eyes forward. she smiled to herself knowing exactly what she was doing, and let her lips trail lower, nipping lightly at his collarbone.

"you’re gonna make me miss the best part," he muttered, voice low, though he didn’t sound too convincing.

y/n laughed softly. "like you care," she whispered, her hand sliding up his chest as she continued to kiss him. he finally turned his head toward her, eyes darkening as he shifted his focus from the screen to her. "you’re a distraction, you know that?" he said, though the small smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"good," y/n replied, her lips brushing against his again, this time catching his mouth. dabi responded instantly, his hand tightening on her thigh as he kissed her back, any attention on the movie long forgotten.

before long, the movie was just background noise, and their kisses grew more intense. y/n climbed into his lap, the soft hum of the tv forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. dabi’s hands roamed up her sides, pulling her closer as they sank deeper into the couch. "the others will be back soon, you know?"

"mhm, but you started this so don't go rushing now." he muttered against her lips. just as y/n leaned in to kiss him again, they heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

y/n froze, her lips barely an inch from his, her breath caught in her throat. "they're back," she whispered, eyes wide.

dabi didn’t seem the least bit concerned. instead, he let out a low chuckle, his hands still firmly on her hips. "yeah, and? we still have a couple of minutes." his lips curled into that familiar, cocky smirk.

y/n tried to sit up, but dabi held her in place, refusing to let her go so easily. "touya—" she started, but he cut her off, raising an eyebrow.

"you really think i'm just gonna stop because of a car?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "let 'em walk in. maybe they'll get some pointers." he shrugged. y/n’s mouth dropped open, a mixture of disbelief and amusement crossing her face. "you’re impossible," she muttered, shaking her head as she tried to read whether or not he was being serious.

he shrugged, clearly unbothered. "what can i say? i’m a man of commitment. we finish what we start." he let himself crack a smile and y/n rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but feel a small thrill. "you’re going to get us caught."

"you say that like it’s a bad thing." his smirk only grew wider, his hand sliding up her back as if daring her to keep going. "besides, i doubt they’ll walk in right away. they're probably going to be busy unpacking their precious groceries in the kitchen first."

y/n glanced toward the kitchen that openly connected to the living room, nerves and excitement twisting in her stomach. it only heightened when he unpinned her bottoms. "touya. no." she said, holding his wrist to stop his movements. "yes. you have a problem to fix…that you also caused." he defended, slightly moving his hips and y/n felt the aftermath of their kiss growing between his legs. "later, touya. jokes aside this is actually crazy." she huffed.

he shrugged and gave her a smile. "okay." he said simply. that made y/n feel even worse. such a plain and simple answer with no reluctance at all. he spun her around on his lap, having her now sit between his slightly spread thighs and her back against his chest. the sound of distant footsteps could be heard, and y/n noticed when he reached for the nearby throw-blanket.

he covered both he and y/n's lower half before his hand rested beneath the waistband of her bottoms, completely still. y/n knew that lack of motion wouldn't last for long given his tone that held some malicious intent. "since you want to be distracting, i can do the same."

before y/n could speak, his hands trailed down inside of her bottoms. "we're back!" twice said, entering the livingroom with compress and shigaraki in tow. y/n gave them a nod of acknowledgement while dabi remained silent, eyes focused on the tv. they each took seats around the living room and y/n physically cringed when the unoccupied space beside she and dabi was taken by none other than shigaraki himself.

"what movie you guys watching?" shigaraki asked, pulling his phone out from his pocket. clearly he wasn't interested in it since he shifted his gaze to the brightened screen of the device.

"s-some horror film that just came out a f-few days ago." she managed to say. dabi was trailing his fingers up and down her clothed sex and the sensation was so unbearable. the fact that the other three of their friends were in the room, just a few feet, even inches away form them made her hyper-aware of everything that made contact with her. his fingers trailing her sex, his hardened length pressed against her lower back, the way his lips were just a few centimeters from the shell of her ear.

shigaraki hummed at that and silence fell over them. twice was quietly conversing with compress, the sound of the movie slightly overshadowing the details of it. under the blanket, dabi’s fingers gave up on the teasing motions and instead, shifted the fabric to the side completely before gathering the slick that leaked from her sex. y/n gripped dabi’s forearm, desperately trying to slow his movements, but it was no use. if she fought with anymore effort, curious eyes were bound to figure out what was going on beneath the blanket.

his digits made slow side to side motions and crescent shaped indents were being pressed into dabi's skin by y/n's nails. the tingling pain of these didn't put him off at all. infact, it only drove him more. he wanted to see how much y/n could take given her determination of trying to not let their friends find out just what exactly they were doing. his slowed movements sped up and she bit down on her bottom lip so hard that a metallic taste coated her pallet.

she gripped his wrist tightly and he stopped his movements for just a second, his middle finger tapping against her bud in a slow pattern, each time making her body jolt just the slightest. "do you like this movie, pretty?" he questioned, a singular circular motion was given to her sensitive bud.

she shook her head and he let out a small laugh that was felt against her ear. "want me to change it?" shigaraki questioned as he caught onto a small detail of their conversation. "no, its fine….tomura-" she interrupted herself by masking a whimper with a small sound of her clearing her throat.

dabi’s fingers continued against her and y/n could feel shigaraki's gaze on her. it took quite some time to leave, and dabi let out an amused huff when he did. "you doing okay, angel?" he questioned, fingers now prodding her entrance. they were inserted immediately as she spoke a response, her voice slightly falling into a breathy sigh.

"f-fine. just shut up and wa—watch…the movie."

"so bossy." he muttered, making y/n sink her nails into his arm even further. he let out a soft and drawn out hum at that and y/n figured that it wasn't doing her any good. "fucking masochist.." she muttered underneath her breath. "mhm." he hummed, his prodding fingers speeding up their motions.

she tightened her thighes around his wrist but dabi was still able to keep up the pace. the same pace that was beginning to drive her mad. her chest heaved and her breathing picked up drastically, but she tried to keep down the amplifying sounds. she hated dabi for this. she hated how he couldn’t have just waited til later on in the night when they could be alone, she hated how he would force her to speak at any given chance just to make her stumble over her words with his touch, she hated how despite everything she did, he still had control over her body in a way she couldn't explain, and most of all, she hated how good it made her feel.

how the excitement and chance of risks only made her feel all the more aroused. how the slick that leaked from her sex only continued to dampen the fabric of dabi's pants beneath her. she was beyond needy and dabi knew this. her words told a completely different story than her body language and right now, he planned on entertaining the one that would make this night a bit more fun.

a jump scare appeared on the tv, and y/n let out a small whimper just as it happened. shigaraki's head shot up and he immediately eyes the two sitting next to him. dabi lazily met the gaze of the white haired individual and barley visible smug smile was on his lips. he pulled his fingers from her hole, using her arousal to massage circles against the sensitive bud. dabi blinked away from shigaraki and leaned up to y/n's ear as his motions quickened.

"think you might've blown your cover, angel." he smiled, the grin on his lips only widening when she leaned back into his chest even more, her legs shaking and tightening around dabi's hand. she covered her mouth, the sound of a strained moan being quiet but not quiet enough to go undiscovered by shigaraki.

his gaze lowered at dabi who was now only focused on the tv, suddenly invested in the movie. almost as if he didn't just push y/n over the edge, her climax still coursing through her body as time passed.

"you're sick, dabi." shigaraki's voice was rough, but y/n's was able to make out his words, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. "i'm aware." he smiled, pulling his hand out from y/n's bottoms and the blanket before his middle finger, coated with y/n's slick made contact with his tongue.

y/n sat up properly, steadying her breathing as she was unaware of dabi’s actions behind her. "but doesn't that make you sick as well given the fact that you enjoyed watching?"

dabi’s gazed flickered down to shigaraki's tented lap and he rolled his eyes at him, a glare forming in his gaze. dabi let out a small laugh before standing which forced y/n to stand as well.

"enjoy the rest of the movie, shigs."

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[missdynamighttt]

This is not a request or anything like that, I just wanted to know which MHA guys would be willing to have a threesome, as canon and as less OOC as possible in your opinion!

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ FINALLY FINALLY OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE. THE REQUESTS I GET ARE NICE BUT THEY ARE KINDA OOC AND PURE ON HARDCORE PORN IM NOT SURE IM USED TO YET.

NO TO THREESOME:

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tenya iida

honestly? i get these requests but i dont believe they'd be into that or want to do it. its a nice thought but its more that they just want you all to themselves.

they dont believe in sharing. plus, with the lack of intimacy they grew up with, it took AWHILE before yall have mindblowing sex. they won't let another person see how beautiful you look, when its supposed to be all for him.

its more of an ego thing for katsuki. even if you wanted to, his pride couldn't take it. besides, he can take care of you all by himself. he doesn't need another dick, or even a dildo to have you screaming and crying out in pleasure. and if it was a girl, he'd probably just ignore her anyway.

"sure as hell ain't sharin' you, sugar, thats for sure. tch, c'mere, gimme a kiss. i'll show you why my dick's all you need. gonna fuck these stupid ideas outta that pretty little head of yours."

meanwhile, shoto and iida is just reluctant. like i mentioned, it took you awhile in the relationship before hes fucking you so good. it also just feels weird when another person sees him like that, when its only all for you to see.

"my love... as... exciting, as the idea is, i don't think i like it. is that okay? i'm sorry. i'll make it up to you. now spread these legs for me, c'mon. i'll eat you out real good, i promise."

WILLING TO TRY:

sero hanta, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku

they wouldn't say outright no but not outright yes either. they're reluctant because another person would see you all vulnerable like that but the idea of bringing you more pleasure gets his dick really hard.

"it.. depends who its with, mi amor. i dont like it but i don't hate it. let's make a list, yeah? narrow it down and shit and we'll see." (y'all end up picking denki.)

"that's.. not what i was expecting. don't get me wrong, i don't hate it. its hot but its a little weird, y'know what i mean? okay, good. who to ask? bakugo would kill me... mina? she would too. but i'll ask." (she said hell yeah)

"oh! um... sure, why not? i'm not sure who we could ask, though.. maybe kacchan? oh! or, uraraka-san maybe. i'll call him and you call her." (both of them said yes but y'all decided on katsuki. you got drunk on both of their dicks real good.)

YES TO THREESOME:

denki kaminari

i think y'all know why he says yes. this man is kinky as shit, no denying that. he's a pervert but he's not a maniac like mineta. the image of you all fucked out taking on 2 cocks or kissing another woman while you're bouncing on his cock and he's eating her out.. its hot.

the challenging thing here was finding someone who was willing to have a threesome with him though. the person who ended up saying yes was sero. i imagine using both of their quirks to real good use, like bondage or shocking your needy clit.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. yeah? you like getting fucked by that, don't cha? c'mon baby, fuck his cock like you mean it, c'mon."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[mytheoristavenue]

How MHA Guys React to Fangirls

Summary: Dating a pro hero can be a challenge, especially one so handsome, with so many rabid fans.

Warnings: jealousy, fluff, gn!reader, very little angst

Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo has never been into having fans as he is just being all together admired. Not one for social interactions, he tends to clam up and become defensive when asked for an autograph, so when he's approached by a fangirl, he wants nothing to do with them. Especially if he's out with you, off duty. If one does happen to approach, and ignoring them doesn't do the trick, he'll make sure he's not their favorite hero anymore by the end of it.

"Do I look like I'm on duty to you? Can't you see I'm out with my partner or are you fucking blind? Piss off, I ain't signin' any damn autographs."

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku totally understands how it feels to be a hopelessly obsessed fan, so he cuts his fans a lot of slack- sometimes too much. Though he rerfused to admit it at first, he has a lot of fangirls. and he's never the type to hurt someone's feelings on purpose, so he almost always stops for free autographs and photo ops. It can be sometimes frustrating how much of a people pleaser he can be, but rest assured, if he feels like you are getting too uncomfortable, or a fan is becoming too bold, he politely and swiftly ends the interaction.

"Hey, thanks for the support! I'd love to stay and chat, but it's actually my day off, so me and and my partner here are gonna move along. Hope to see you at the next event I attend, though!"

Tenya Iida:

Iida does truly enjoy interactions with his fanbase, but he considers that part of the job, and he's very strick about working off the clock. Because of this, he declines nearly every interaction if he's off duty. He absolutely has no tollerance for being flirted with, either, especially in front of you.

"I appreiciate your enthusiasm, but I and currently off duty and will not be indulging in fan interaction at this time! Please feel free to catch me anytime you see me in uniform! Good day!"

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto doesn't beleive he has fans, genuinely. He can't quite wrap his head around having a fanbase, or being a fan of a celebrity in the first place, due to how he grew up. It tends to bewilder him when strangers approach him on the street wanting autographs, even more so when they try and put the moves on him. It just goes in one ear and out the other.

"You want an autograph? Why? Well, okay, I guess, but then we should get going. My partner and I are busy."

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima tends to have a very healthy balance of pleasing fans and knowing when to say no. He loves giving out autographs, taking selfies, and giving hugs to all his fans. He especially loves interactions with child fans because it reminds him of how he idolized Crimson Riot, and he hopes to inspire someone like that too. He is, however, very aware when he's being flirted with or sexualized, and has no issue with promptly, albeit politely shutting it down.

"Alright, ladies, I understand someone as manly as me attracts a lot of attention, but my partner here is the only one I've got eyes for, and I ask that you please respect that."

Denki Kaminari:

Unfortunaely for you, Denki loves attention from fans, especially from his fangirls. He never turns down a signing or photo op, posing with girls however they want, even if it means something suggestive. To his credit, he will stop if you ask him to, but you still have to ask.

"Oh, what's that? Okay. Sorry ladies, we gotta run, but catch me at the next meet and greet!"

Hanta Sero:

Like Kirishima, Sero seems to have a pretty healthy mix of reactions. He loves his fans to death and would do most anything for them, especially kids. He lets his fangirls sexualize him to a small extent, knowing they probably don't totally realize he's a real person, but if they come to commenting on his body, or touching more than his shoulder, upper back, or elbows, he puts a stop to it.

"Now, that's enough, ladies. I appreiciate the admiration but even us celebrities have to set boundaries. It was nice meeting you, but it's actually my day off so me and my partner are gonna get, have a nice day!"

Minoru Mineta:

Like Denki, Mineta unfortunately lets his fangirls do whatever they want to him, short of carry him off. He actually does sometimes feel guilty for hurting your felings, however. He just doesn't realize how his flirting can affect you at times. He hopes you know that, even if he does flirt back, it's you who he truly loves!

"Awe, babe, I'm sorry! They don't even matter to me, I swear! It's you that I love, not some silly fangirl!"

Tokoyami Fumikage:

Tokoyami for the life of him does not know how to interact with his fans. He gets overwhelmed by crowds, but can usually handle interactions if they come one or two at a time. He typically caters to most requests, unless they happen to be personal questions, or something embarrassing. He doesn't like the idea of some fans being attracted to him, as he's only attracted to you, and he feels guilty beign someone's unrequited love. Due to this, he doesn't entertain any kind of flirting from any of his fans, no matter what gender.

"Sorry, I'm not comfrotable signing that for you, can you pick something else? My partner here is my only love, so it wouldn't be right of me to sign your photo with anything romantic."

Mezo Shoji:

It took a lot of convincing to get Shoji to understand that he had fans, let alone ones that were attracted to him. he's just not used to people other than you thinking of him that way, with his mutations and all. You actually had to show him all of the fan works of him online to get him to believe you. That being said, Shoji loves his fans, but he tends to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of them, and the fact that the can forget he's a person, not a character. In the past, he's had issues with fangirls stroking his muscles during photo ops, squeezing his pecks, and one even tried to yank his mask down. Luckily since then, he has learned how to manage fan interactions much better.

"Hey, don't do that. I'm a person, just like you, please treat me how you'd want to be treated. And don't disrespect my partner by tyring something inappropriate right in front of them."

Mashiroa Ojiro:

Like Shoji, Ojiro had a hard time accepting he had fans, but took much less convincing on your part. What he really struggled with was coming to terms with some of his fans liking him romantically. He doesn't typically turn away fan interactions, even on his days off, but he does cut them shorter that he would if he were working. If someone tries anything inappropriate, he ends the interaction right there.

"Sorry, I don't appreciate what you just did. Besides, it's my day off and I'd like to spend it with my partner here. I forgive you though, and hope to see you again at a meet and greet in the future!"

Tamaki Amajiki:

Tamaki appreciates the thought of having fans, and when standing intront of a cheering crowd, he can soemtiems handle it, but he really hates fan interactions. He never knows how to handle them, and many end up with him just nervously standing by while a stranger takes pictures with him, many times without his permission. Many times, you have to step up from him and ask the person politely to move along, which he always appreiciates.

"T-Thanks, babe... They were making me really uncomfortable but I didn't wanna hurt their feelings..."

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

older brother touya au, endeavor is still an asshole, shouto interacts w his siblings lol, bby shouto, hyper active kinda rough reader (you tackle shouto), shouto and touya have an unspecified age gap but i was thinkin like 10 years (so touya is 17 and shou is 7), just a liiiil bit angsty but mostly fluffy, lemme know if i missed sum else !

touya knows his little brother shouto is kinda weird.

he rarely ever sees him happy, or with any sort of emotion on his face for that matter. he has little habits that he hates not being able to follow and he's incredibly nit picky about them. he doesn't outwardly emote but that doesn't mean he couldn't be bratty when he wanted to be, cus he is but that's also about super specific weird stuff like what he wants to have for dinner (which always ends up being cold soba anyways).

he's also not much of a talker. he's a little shy, but he also just doesn't like talking. it's impossible to miss the huge red scar around his eye, he doesn't like to play outside and roughhouse like touya did when he was his age and he still doesn't have any friends at school. shouto never seemed to be bothered by it, though touya assumes that his peers might find him weird too.

except they better not, because touya's the only one who can call his brother weird. and deep down, he worries a little for him.

until he comes back home from school, his sweater is tucked out and there's a dirt stain on it. his hair is messy and his backpack is haphazardly closed, his little notebooks propped inside and his pencil case threatening to fall out.

natsuo, the one charged to pick him up that day, sheepishly scratches at his neck "he won't tell me what happened to him." he explains as touya practically charges towards shouto, he doesn't look hurt, so his older brother roughly turns him around to check his bag.

" but i told you what happened, natsu-nii."

"you don't have to lie, shouto--"

"what happened to you ?" touya cuts in, looking inside his brothers bag to check if nothing was missing, it looks intact from what he can tell.

"i played with my friend." shouto says simply, like that explains why he looked like he'd just walked through a hurricane. touya already knows he's gonna get an earful about this from his father. he inwardly groans.

"you sure your friend didn't just mug you ?" he flips his brother around and shouto's little arms flail as he does, unbothered by his brother's rough treatment. he tilts his head, touya sighs.

"bully you, i mean."

shouto's eyes widen, then he hurriedly shakes his head, denying him ever getting bullied and simply claiming he was playing. touya shares a look with natsuo, who looks just as unconvinced as him at his brothers words.

"who's this friend of yours, shou ?"

"yn."

"yn ?" both brothers say at the same time. shouto nods and touya catches a small little glint in his eyes as he looks back at him "she's really nice."

"this doesn't seem nice. you look like you got robbed." touya furrows his brows, sneering at his brothers dirty shirt. he starts dragging the youngest toward the bathroom. hopefully he'd be fully clean before their father got home and he wouldn't have to get in trouble. for god knows what reason. enji todoroki would probably find a way to place the blame on him, something about how he should've been the one to pick him up or gotten there earlier he guesses.

"yn likes to play games where you move around a lot." is what he offers as explanation. touya hums absentmindedly as he ushers his brother into the bathroom, deciding on how he should deal with his youngest brother's first ever bully. because of the age gap he doubts the kid is any smaller than his brother is, so he thinks he'll probably just try to scare off whoever this yn is.

"how 'bout i pick you up from school tomorrow and i can meet yn. that sound good ?" and shouto excitedly nods at the idea, gushing about how funny and nice you are and that you share your snacks with him. it's weird how fondly he talks about his bully, but touya knows his brother's always been a little weird, he probably has no idea what's happening to him. the thought makes him frown just a bit harder.

the next day after school, touya is already at the gates before they've even opened ready to scare the pants off of his brothers harasser. he sees shouto walking out of the gates with a few other kids, alone. the little boy perks up once he sees him and sends him a high wave, which touya returns with one of his own lazier one's.

"where's your friend ?" he tries his best not the spit the word too venomously, shouto doesn't seem to notice.

"yn is coming. her bag isn't closing well, so she told me to go ahead without her." he explains, reaching for his brother's hand absentmindedly.

touya is about to respond when he hears yelling. yelling that gets closer and closer to them until he notices too late that a little person is rushing towards his brother. before he can pull him out of the way the person has jumped onto shouto and knocked the both of them onto the ground. and touya watches flabbergasted as his younger brother does not look surprised at all, like shit like this just happened every tuesday. his mouth falls open when the little girl that had charged into his brother excitedly starts hopping slightly on top of him.

"shouto !"

"hi, yn."

touya is going to fucking lose his mind.

you get closer to shouto's face still sitting on him, touya assumes to make sure he could hear you even thought he doubts he couldn't before. " i thought ya left without me, i couldn't see you !"

shouto shakes his head, still on the floor "i said i would wait for you." he says seriously. and you practically beam, nudging your cheek to his and rubbing it against his affectionately. shouto doesn't seem fazed by it, but he definitely doesn't seem angry.

you don't seem like a bully, at least.

you finally realise you're not alone, looking up at touya strangely "who're you ?" you ask bluntly. shouto responds before he could. "touya- nii's my older brother, he's the one i wanted to show you."

you don't seem like a bully, especially not when you immediately turn to shouto the moment he opens his mouth, holding onto every word you hear. your eyes widen looking between touya and him, "that's your brother ?!" shouto nods proudly. you finally get off of him allowing shouto to get up too.

"coool !" you exclaim, but then you quickly turn towards shouto " but you're cooler, shouto !" shouto's eyes widen, before he almost bashfully looks away, claiming that his touya-nii is was way cooler than him. touya has never seen his brother this expressive before. it might not be much for others, and if he were anybody else he'd think so too. but even the fact his brows raise when you speak and he actually engages in conversation with you, as short as he keeps it, is surprising.

but from that small interaction, he can assume that you're not a bully. and he understands why his brother looked like he got jumped yesterday.

you're so much more different then him though, it's weird. you're hyper and giggly and chatty. you jump around and you can't seem to pull yourself away from shouto, who really doesn't seem unhappy although you're a bit rough about it. it’s like you’re glued to him.

shouto who barely even talks to his family talks to easily with you, even though you start the conversation all the time. shouto who only ever eats cold soba gleams at your promise to bring more snacks to share with him, like you apparently do every day. and shouto who touya barely ever sees emote, smiles when you tell him something funny. he can't tell wether his little brother smiles because he actually finds what you said funny or because you do. but whatever it is, it's making him happy.

touya is so shocked simply staring at his brother interact with another human being that he fails to use the little 'leave my brother alone if you know what's good for you.' speech he'd practiced the night before and suddenly you have to go. waving at him and shouto (not before hugging him with all your might first), who sadly waves back as he watches you leave. though he cheers up just a bit when with a last wave you tell him that you'll see him tomorrow.

touya, despite not having said a word feels incredibly tired, so he starts pulling his brother along home with him.

"so..that was your friend."

shouto nods "yn." he says.

"yn." touya parrots, eyes drifting from his brother to the road ahead of him. "she's kinda weird, huh ?"

at that, shouto's eyebrows furrow hard and he furiously shakes his head, tugging at his brother’s hand "no. she's nice." he corrects adamantly. touya stares at his brother, before looking away again "right.." he sighs "well, she seems to like you a lot."

his little brother nods again, a faint smile forms on his face "cus the people in class are mean to her. cus she's new and they say she's weird, but i don't think she is." he rambles, he actually rambles, touya blinks. he doesn't think he's ever been more surprised than he's been today. "yeah ?" is all he utters.

"yeah. people think i'm weird too, but yn says she thinks i'm cool." touya's eyes soften at his brothers words. he raises his arm up so his little brother is slightly lifted in the air. "course you're cool, you're my little brother." smiling softly to himself when shouto giggles.

touya knows that his little brother is weird, but he doesn't have to be worried anymore. cus it seems you like him, that you think he's cool and that you're weird too, in your own way. shouto keeps coming back home with dirty clothes and messy hair after that, but with happy and satisfied eyes and little candies he shares with his siblings that he made them promise to keep a secret. and he thinks his little brother will be fine, as weird as he is.

[keraawrites]

Not so secret

Summary: It was his third year, he was being announced as one of the big three and as a treat, pro heroes were coming to UA to congratulate them. He should have known you'd pull something like this. ۶ৎ Bakugo x pro hero!black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: established relationship, reader is a year older, fingering, missionary, slight (if you squint)sub-Bakugo, unprotected sex, cocky reader, voyeurism(?) This one is a little shorter

Word count — 3.7k

Babble; Big three!Bakugo won the poll with 43.2%. I deffo manifested this because I was working on this one more, hope you like ᥫ᭡.

It wasn’t a surprise to him. From his first-year sports festival, people had been saying he was going to be one of the next Big Three. But he didn’t need people to tell him. He knew he was going to be on top. But hearing it just made it sweet to taste.

Bakugo leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, ankle resting on his knee as he stared ahead with his usual scowl. The entire class had been gathered in the gym, sitting on the bleachers while Aizawa stood lazily in front of them, half-buried in his capture weapon like he’d rather be anywhere else.

"Why the hell are we here again?" He muttered, tapping his fingers against his arm impatiently.

“You’re not listening?” Kaminari grinned, leaning forward from his seat. “Dude, they’re bringing in three former UA students—pros—to meet you, Todoroki, and Midoriya.”

Bakugo scoffed, uninterested. “And?”

"And," Mina jumped in, practically bouncing in her seat, "it's a BIG DEAL! They're basically here to knight you three. You should at least pretend to care!"

“Yeah, man,” Kirishima elbowed him. “You don’t think it’s kinda cool? You’re officially being recognized as one of the best in UA history.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Tch. I don’t need some formal bullshit to know I’m the best. I already won.”

“You got second place in the sports festival, though,” Sero pointed out with a teasing grin.

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “The fuck did you just say, soy face!?”

Sero lifted his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying—”

“Say it again, I dare you.”

Before Sero could dig his grave any deeper, Aizawa finally cut through the murmuring of the class.

“Settle down,” he drawled, rubbing his temples. “I’d rather not waste more time on this than necessary. We have guests who will formally welcome UA’s next generation of top heroes. Don’t embarrass yourselves.”

“Too late for that,” Jirou muttered under her breath.

Then the gym doors swung open.

The room immediately went silent, a wave of anticipation rolling through the students as three figures stepped inside.

Bakugo had barely been paying attention—until he saw you.

His smirk dropped so fast it was embarrassing.

You walked in like you owned the place. Confident. Effortless. That same cocky grin he’d kissed a thousand times playing on your lips. Your braids were tied up, neat, but he knew you’d probably gone through three different styles this morning just trying to get it “right” for the event. Dark skin glowing under the bright-ass lights of the gym, eyes scanning the crowd like you were looking for someone.

Not him. Not directly.

“Holy crap, no way!” Kaminari whispered, leaning toward Kirishima. “UA’s last big three! And she’s here?! She’s like… top ten in the rankings now, right?”

“Ninth,” Todoroki corrected, watching you carefully.

“She’s so cool,” Mina whispered, practically vibrating. “She’s like the second youngest after Hawks to make top ten, only was a sidekick for 6 months before debuting on her own.”

The other two former Big Three members were right behind her, walking in with just as much presence. Bakugo barely remember them, yeah he probably glanced at their faces as they roamed the halls but they weren’t pros yet, lowly sidekicks. But Bakugo wasn’t paying attention to them, he was too busy pretending he wasn’t looking at you, while also trying to gauge if you was gonna be a little shit and make this difficult for him.

You guys hadn’t talked about this. Hadn’t planned for it.

Sure, you were both busy as hell, you hadn’t seen each other all week and yeah, your relationship wasn’t exactly public—hell, only your parents knew. But the fact that you were here now, standing a few meters away, was making his palms itch.

“Damn, she’s so fine,” Sero muttered under his breath.

"Fuuckk, I remember I had a huge crush on her in first year, her ass was always something"

Mina elbowed them both. “Have some respect!”

“I am respecting,” Kaminari whispered. “Very much.”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched. His hands twitched, as it itched to choke the life out of Dunce face. He was fighting the urge to blast a hole in the wall just to let out some steam.

He was cursing you ten ways to Sunday as he watched you take the stage.

The three graduates made their way to the podium, standing in a line as Aizawa finally spoke up.

“These three were UA’s last Big Three before graduating,” he explained. “Each of them is currently making a name for themselves in the pro hero world. They’ve returned today to acknowledge our next generation of top students—Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo.”

Applause ran throughout the gym, the blonde kissed his teeth as he watched you take the mic and introduce yourself. Not like everyone didn't know who you guys were. You were older than him, graduating from UA last year, he wouldn't admit it to you but he had the biggest crush on you and was damn glad when you made the first move.

You had done a mission with him, Todoroki and Deku during his first year after the war and one thing led to another and you guys slept together. The blonde told you that he didn't do things half-assed and that you were his girlfriend, he remembers the way you giggled, the way your eyes lit up like it was all part of your plan.

"Now please welcome first to the stage, Izuku Midoryia-- Deku." The green haired boy had grown since first year, ever since his appology to the freckled boy Bakugo had unofficially claimed him as his childhood friend but that didn't mean he had gone soft on the boy.

Deku enthusiastically shook all your hands and thanked the teachers before taking his spot on the stage. "Next, Shoto Todoroki —Shoto." The two out of the three graduates had called up Deku and Icy hot and he knew this was on puprose, he knew you had something to do with this because you loved doing this shit.

"And finally, please welcome, the final of the Big Three; Katsuki Bakugo—Dynamight."

Bakugo pushed himself up, his movements sharp as he made his way to the stage, the sound of the applause ringing in his ears as his sharp gaze landed on you. He saw the way your eyes lit up with something as you watched him, his palms tingled as he tried to pin point the look on your eyes.

Like you were about to do something stupid.

And he was right.

The second he got close, your smirk deepened, and before he could even extend a hand, you did something no one expected.

You leaned in, voice dropping to something almost sultry.

“Well, well, well,” you purred, loud enough for the entire gym to hear. “If it isn’t my favourite rising star.”

The room went silent.

Bakugo froze.

Oh. Hell no.

You stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like a cat playing with its food. “I’ve been rooting for you all along Dynamight.”

A few gasps. A few muffled snickers.

Bakugo’s eye twitched.

“Wha—?” Kaminari choked. “What is happening?”

“I—is she flirting with him!?” Mina whispered, eyes wide.

Bakugo clenched his fists, heat creeping up his neck as you smirked at him, brown eyes sparkling as you watched him fail to keep the blush from creeping up his neck.

“Cut that shit out,” he hissed under his breath.

You just winked. Winked.

His face went hot.

Bakugo grit his teeth so hard it was a miracle they didn’t crack. He knew you were doing this on purpose. Embarrassing him in front of the whole damn third year just because you could.

And judging by the wide grins and hushed whispers spreading through the bleachers, it was working.

Before he could explode—literally—you finally let up, laughing as your hand clapped his shoulder.

“For real though,” you said, tone shifting just slightly, “you earned this. You’ve been a beast since day one, and you didn’t need anyone to tell you that. But congrats anyway.”

He exhaled sharply, yanking his shoulder away from her hand. “Damn right.”

You chuckled, stepping back. “Alright, now that I’ve sufficiently embarrassed your resident human grenade—”

More laughs. More murmurs. Bakugo swore to kill you later.

"Please give a round of applause to UA's new Big Three!"

You grinned as younger students swarmed around, wide-eyed and eager, notebooks and pens outstretched. Word got out that UA’s top graduates were visiting, and now half the school wanted a signature or a moment of your time.

After signing a few last-minute autographs, you and your fellow colleagues finally made your way into Class 3-A. The energy in the room was electric—excitement, curiosity, and the buzz of an audience waiting for a good story.

Aizawa sat at his desk, arms crossed, looking about two seconds from falling asleep. But knowing him? He didn’t miss a thing.

It wasn’t every day UA’s most successful recent graduates came back—especially not when one of them was the youngest pro since Hawks.

You hopped onto a desk, one leg crossed over the other, golden-brown skin glowing under the classroom lights. Out of costume, you looked relaxed, but that quiet confidence? Yeah, that never faded.

Iida cleared his throat. “What was the hardest part about transitioning from UA to pro hero work?”

Titan, your fellow graduate, didn’t miss a beat. “The responsibility. The second your a sidekick— assigned to an agency, everything is on you—your wins, your losses. No backup plan.”

You nodded. “And the expectations. One mistake, and suddenly, you’re trending for all the wrong reasons.”

Midoriya scribbled furiously in his notebook.

Todoroki tilted his head. “Speaking of expectations,” he said, fixing you with an even stare, “you made the top ten this year. What’s it like being the youngest pro since Hawks?”

A smirk tugged at your lips. “Exhausting.”

The class chuckled.

“No one took me seriously at first,” you admitted. “Older heroes looked at me like I was a kid playing dress-up. Had to work twice as hard just to be seen as an equal. Especially as I’m a female.”

Jirou scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. You were making headlines before you even graduated.”

“Didn’t stop the old guys in hero agencies from treating me like some intern who wandered in by accident,” you said dryly. “Made it that much more satisfying when I crushed bitches in the rankings.”

The class laughed and cheered at your outburst and as they settled down you noticed something sparkling in the pink skinned girls black eyes.

“Ohh, speaking of Hawks—”

Bakugo, who had been silent this entire time, visibly tensed.

“What about him?”

Mina smirked. “The dating rumors.”

A ripple of interest swept through the class. Even Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. “The Hawks thing? Completely fake.”

Mina pouted. “Really? So you never—”

“Never.”

The class groaned dramatically.

“Ohhh. So who are you dating then?”

You grinned, tilting your head. “Who says I am?”

Denki leaned forward. “C’mon, you totally are. How can you expect me to believe no one’s bagged you up yet?”

Sero snickered. “But, judging by the way you were flirting with Bakugo at the assembly…”

The blonde’s eye twitched.

“Oh yeah,” Mina grinned. “You were all over him.”

“That was just teasing,” you said smoothly, trying to steer the conversation away.

Denki smirked. “Sooo… you’re single, then?”

Sero elbowed him. “Dude, read the room.”

“What?” Denki threw his hands up. “I’m just saying! She’s hot, confident, and single! I have to shoot my shot.”

“She’s also older than you,” Mina pointed out.

You smirked at the chaos.

“Only by a year,” Denki countered. “Plus—“ he leaned closer, eyes heavy on your exposed thighs, “I like an older woman.”

Bakugo’s palm crackled.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?”

The class jumped.

Denki blinked. “Uh… That I like an older woman?”

Bakugo shot up so fast his chair nearly toppled over. “Like hell she would ever date you!?”

“Dude. Why are you so mad?”

“I’M NOT—” Bakugo stopped mid-yell. Realising, too late, that he had no escape. Exhaled sharply. Scowled.

“She’s not single, you dumbasses.”

Silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

Mina nearly fell out of her chair.

Denki’s brain short-circuited. “No. No, no, no.”

“WE’VE BEEN DATING FOR OVER A YEAR, AND IF YOU TWO IDIOTS KEEP FLIRTING WITH HER, I’M GONNA BLOW YOU THROUGH THE WALL.”

The class erupted.

Kirishima gasped. “Bro, why didn’t you say anything?”

Bakugo grit his teeth. “Because we made it official right before she debuted. We didn’t need the press all over it.”

Mina shrieked. “YOU HID THIS FOR THAT LONG?!”

Denki collapsed onto his desk. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Sero whistled. “Damn. No wonder you looked extra pissed when she flirted with you at the assembly.”

“BECAUSE SHE DID IT ON PURPOSE!” Bakugo snapped, crimson eyes snapping towards you.

You shrugged, grinning. “Can’t prove anything.”

“YOU’RE A MENACE.”

Kirishima wiped a fake tear. “Proud of you, bro.”

The teasing escalated—an interrogation, an existential crisis from Denki, and at least fifteen different versions of How the hell did Bakugo of all people get a girlfriend?

Finally, Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Enough,” he said, voice cutting through the chaos. “Lesson’s over. Go back to your dorms.”

Aizawa barely got his words out before Bakugo dragged you out of the room, you giggled as you waved goodbye to the class. You could feel how firm he was holding your wrist as he dragged you down the endless halls. Your stomach bubbled with nerves, knowing he was riled up enough-- riled up so much that he wasn't thinking straight.

He pushed you into an empty classroom, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving just the two of you in the quiet, dimly lit space.

Bakugo didn’t let go of your wrist at first. His grip was firm, his breathing steady but deep—like he was holding something back.

You arched a brow. “So, you planning to throw me through a wall or what?”

His jaw tightened, and instead of answering, he let go and ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps away.

“You just had to do that, huh?” His voice was low, rough.

You leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “What, flirt with you? That’s nothing new.”

He scoffed. “No, dumbass. I meant letting the whole damn class find out like that.”

Your smirk grew. “I wasn’t the one who yelled it.”

Bakugo’s glare was sharp, but his ears burned red. “Because those morons wouldn’t stop flirting with you!”

Your amusement only deepened. “Jealous?”

His hands clenched into fists. He didn’t answer. Just exhaled sharply, his whole body tense, like he was trying to hold something back.

You watched him for a second before stepping closer, your voice softer now. “Katsuki.”

His gaze snapped to you.

You reached out, fingertips grazing his wrist. “You know they were gonna find out eventually, right?”

He swallowed, his eyes flickering down to where your hand touched his skin. The contrast of your skin colours always amazed him, made him feel special that you got the best girl in the world.

His body was still so tense, muscles tight with frustration, but there was something else underneath it—something heavier.

Finally, his shoulders dropped slightly. “I liked that it was just ours.”

Your chest ached at that.

Because, yeah. You got it.

For a whole year and a half, it had just been the two of you. No press, no speculation, no outside noise. Just whispered conversations, stolen touches, shared bedsheets and mornings tangled up together.

You remember your first date, you both had been busy with your internships, so the blonde made time for the both of you. He brought you to his parents house and cooked dinner for you, you remmeber how sweet it was, how on the outisde he was an angry little Pomeranian but on the inside he was a totally softy.

All for you.

Your teasing melted into something real as you reached up, cupping his face. “Hey,” you murmured. “We’re still us. No matter who knows.”

His breath hitched just slightly, eyes watching yours as if he was searching for something. But before you could question him, he moved.

One second, you were standing in front of him, and the next, your back was against the desk, his hands gripping your hips, his body pressing flush against yours.

Your breath caught as his face dipped close, his voice rough and low.

“They don’t get to have this.”

His fingers dug into your waist.

“They don’t get you.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Katsuki—”

His lips crashed into yours.

The kiss was hot and needy, all frustration and pent-up tension pouring into the way he devoured you. You missed him, so God damn much.

His hands roamed, sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingers burning against your skin as he pulled you closer.

You gasped against his mouth, and he growled—actually growled—before lifting you onto the desk, his body slotting between your legs as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned lowly, his hands griping against the inside of your thighs as he pressed into you. You smiled through the kiss, remembering the countless of times you guys snuck into empty classrooms for quickies was, how you ended up in this position more times than you can count.

You pulled off his blazer, his hands prying your legs open as his fingers worked their way up your skirt, his thumb brushing up against the side of your panties. Your thighs clench as you feel the ghost of his skin against yours, a small whimper leaves your lips as his trail down the side of your neck.

"This is going to be fast, haven't touched you in days."

You chuckle, moaning as he bit down on the skin of your neck. You put your hands down his trousers, fingers grazing against his cock. Gripping it softly causing him to bite down harder.

"O-oi! Wh-what you tryna do!?" His eyes met yours, cheeks reddened slightly, he was used to your tricks, always playing dirty when you guys had sex-- always trying to throw him off his game but that never stopped him.

You fluttered your lashes at him, faux innocent look in your eyes as your hand pawed at his cock. "Thought this was gonna be fast, yet you've barely touched me, Kats."

The blonde had to breathe through his nose to physically stop himself from busting prematurely, your hands were always slightly cold, it always felt good against his skin and especially good against his cock.

You loved watching him lose control from your touch, he was always in control— over everything but the moment you two came together, he gave his life to you and you gladly took control of it.

"Fuuuuuck." His hands twitched against your thighs, fingers finally pulling your panties aside before he buried them deep into your sopping cunt.

You sank your teeth into your lip, stifling a moan as he thrust another finger in, he began a ruthless pace of curling his fingers inside you, driving you absolutely insane, your eyes slightly rolling as you continued to stiffle your moans.

His hips shifted, a slight groan leaving his lips from the felling of your hand around him, the feeling of your wet cunt around his fingers.

Fuck. It was all too much, he needed to feel you.

You whined, the loss of his fingers causing you to snap your eyes open. Your lips parted, wanting to know why he stopped but the wind was knocked out of you once he pushed inside of you with one swift thrust, hissing from the newfound feeling of your warmth, Katsuki placed his arms around your waist, the table shifting underneath you as he held you tightly against him.

You'd taken a moment to catch your breath, you never got over the pleasurable stretch his cock gave you every time you fucked.

You pulled his neck down to you, your lips ghosting over his, cunt clenching around him as you begged for him to move.

Your whispers filtered his ears, your arms locked around the back of his neck, fingers pulling slightly against the hairs that stood at the nape of his neck. He hummed at your words, thrusting into you slowly.

" You always remind me of how addicting this pussy is...fuck.."

Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you, "Stop being a tease, Kats."

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want." His pace became relentless, moans escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming as he began to move, each thrust filled with raw passion and urgency.

“Fuck mama, you feel so good,” he groaned,

“Harder, Katsuki,” you gasped, the pleasure building within you, urging him on. “Want all of you—please, baby."

He obliged, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as he lost himself in you. The classroom echoed with the sounds of your pleasure, the sounds your pussy made was music to his ears.

Fuck, he could listen to all the sounds you made for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he panted, his voice thick with desire. “Missed you.”

His lips found the base of your throat, you clenched around him as you felt how fast your orgasm was approaching. The sounds of your moans got louder as he continued to work you, his hands on the plush of your thighs began to heat up.

"Ah! 'Suki-gonna cum!"

"Go 'head baby- fuuuck, it's all yours."

He grunted into your neck, rolling his hips against yours. His pleads and whimpers clouded your mind, the way his cock rubbed against the spongy spot deep inside youn had your vision blackened.

You could feel the tension building, the knot inside you ready to snap—along with your ability to think clearly. You were too lost in ecstasy, your head falling back, mouth slightly open in a silent gasp.

"Oh- fuckfuckfuckkk, I'm- Shiiittt!"

His mouth claimed yours, muffling your moans as pleasure overtook you both. You cunt welcomed the warm spurts of his seed as he continued to pump into you. Your breathing slowed but your lips continued to work together softly.

You could feel him soften inside you, your lips pulled apart, string of saliva in its wake as his eyes dropped down to where the two of you were connected, a mixture of your juices seeping out onto the table beneath you.

"Tsk" his forhead dropped to yours. "Damned brat, did you do all this just for some dick?"

You hummed, nails scratching along his scalp, "So what if I did?"

The blonde kissed his teeth, pinching your thighs softly before pulling out of you. He felt cold, not liking the idea of having to leave your body so soon but he knew you probably had to get back.

You could hear the buzz from his phone in his pocket, as you quickly fixed yourselves. Hid brows furrowing as he fished it out after helping clean up.

A chuckle left his lips, a swell of pride heating up his blood as he looked at lastest trending posts on twitter. You blinked, eyes adjusted to the light as he shoved the phone in your face.

"Looks like we just debuted."

You blinked at the picture of you two, shaking your head you knew the blonde had to have posted it earlier because it was his Lock Screen.

Pro hero H/N and rising star Bakugo said to be dating!

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[shotorozu]

ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a “nice guy” instead? thank you <33

NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST

characters . . .

ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO

notes . . .

a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback 🧍‍♀️ (a lil sneak peek: it’s todobakudeku as ex husbands)

female! reader

MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks it’s going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humor— she’s actually going to throw up in her mouth… 🤢 though, she already clocked this guy’s tea iykwim… she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wanted— especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitch…

“she’s not gonna pick you… if you’re really that nice, you’d stop being so sad… 😹”

if the advancements didn’t stop, she’d basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested… even if it was laughable on her end.

“let’s go my scissor sister!!”

“girl??”

EIJIROU is an actual nice guy… he doesn’t need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips… he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a “nice guy” because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like… what if he’s the one that’s not nice for thinking this way? he’s literally gaslighting himself at this point 😭

but because EIJIROU’s so nice, he’d actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesn’t need to do all of this because you’re just not interested (oh, and y’all are dating!!)

“hey man… i’m telling you this because i thought you’d want to know, but she’s not interested. might never be, so like… quit it, dude.”

but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, that’s when he starts getting visibly angry… he’ll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and he’ll get in between y’all. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then he’d be right behind you with his arms crossed.

DENKI laughs because he thinks this isn’t a serious thing at all like… there’s no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead serious— and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.

similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him what’s up. except, he’d do it so casually, the guy would probably think he’s joking. now, DENKI’s scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though he’d never resort to such tactics!!)

he’ll try to joke that being a “nice guy” is out of style (except he’s not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, he’d just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.

“bro was gooning so hard 😭 that was not sigma 😹”

KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but it’s such an expected reaction— the nice guy doesn’t even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyed— pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you can’t deal with the problem, nor that it isn’t worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesn’t want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of y’all to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.

KATSUKI doesn’t even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and they’re ALONE?? he’s approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it known— but KATSUKI doesn’t care anymore.

“i was just being nice! can’t a guy be nice anymore??”

“oh so you wanna die—”

“sheesh, okay! fine! i’ll stop. the bitch doesn’t deserve it anyway…”

“… say what.”

KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)

“ngl i can’t believe he thought that’d work.”

“well he’s a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.”

SHOUTO is so confused, because he can’t understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he can’t understand lying about who you are to get something— especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. it’s one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but it’s another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.

SHOUTO looks puzzled— insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he could’ve been wrong too 😭

SHOUTO wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s trying to get in between of you. he’s literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be moved— even if the guy tried to push him aside (also… that’s certainly a choice..)

SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your height— even if he doesn’t need to. nice guy probably already knows that you’re not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.

“please get it right. she’s not short.” (he’d say, if you’re not)

“you’re quite wrong, she’s not that short.” (he’d say, if you are)

and he’d just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nope…)

“you didn’t have to annihilate him like that,” you’d tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, “i thought he was a nice guy”

“they finish last. at least, according to a saying.”

[kawoala]

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

The piece “Number One” includes the following; an alternate universe, wherein Touya Todoroki is on the path to becoming a pro-hero and also has dyscalculia. There is also strong profanity. It is set during his time in high school, where he is a third year. The reader is a tutor.

“you know my dads paying you to tutor me, right? not just sit there and look pretty.”

with an exasperated sigh, you shut your phone off and set it to the side, meeting touya’s eyes. you tilt your head and give him a smug smile. “aww, touya. you think i’m pretty?” you jut your lip out, almost mocking him. “you can be such a sweetie sometimes.”

he just rolls his eyes, sending you the middle finger as he looks back down at his paper. “you’re annoying.”

“yeah.” you shrug and push off the counter, taking steps towards him. “but you love it. and you think i’m pretty.” you peer down at the paper over his shoulder. “number four is wrong. you added twelve instead of subtracting it.”

his hand pauses, presumably looking over his answer, before he groans and furiously erases his answer. “this is so fucking stupid. i don’t understand why i need to learn this—i’m never gonna use it as a pro-hero.”

you hesitate, drowning slightly, then click your tongue and sit down beside him, crossing your legs and staring at the side of his face.

he’s very pretty, you think, not for the first time tonight. he has faint freckles covering his cheeks, thanks to the sun starting to come out once again. his hair is falling against his forehead messily, thanks to frustrated hands running through it over and over again. you bite the inside of your cheek and swallow quietly—swallow the words you want to say, but will never do so.

“it’s stupid, yeah,” you say. “but you can’t become a pro-hero if you fail algebra, now can you?” he doesn’t look at you, and you roll your eyes. “come on, touya. it’s not that hard.”

“yes, it is,” he argues. “the stupid ass numbers keep, like, melting together and swapping places. i can’t fucking focus.” he runs a hand through his hair again and slams his pencil down on the table, leaning back against the couch and closing his eyes.

when touya was seven, he was diagnosed with dyscalculia. he was proficient in all other subjects, but lacked in the mathematical area. his mother requested he be tested for learning disabilities, and then he was diagnosed.

“have you tried highlighting the numbers?”

with his eyes still closed, he gestures to the paper. you sigh upon seeing the green marker on almost all of the numbers. “of fucking course i did. you think this is my first rodeo?”

you lean back against the couch with him and sigh once more. “you’re making my job really hard,” you joke, nudging his arm.

he opens one eye and peaks down at you, making you laugh. you don’t know why, but he laughs too. “this stupid learning disability is making my job hard too,” he mumbles. “when i own an agency, i’m hiring as many assistants as it takes to not deal with numbers.”

“what about when you need to make a phone call?”

“assistant.”

“and when you need to pay bills?”

“definitely an assistant for that.”

“and when you’re looking at hero rankings?”

he lifts his head and looks at you, eyes narrowed playfully. “you’ve got every situation in that big brain of yours, huh?” he pokes your forehead and you swat his hand, laughing. “whatever. i’ll just make you tell me what my ranking is. probably won’t need that though. seeing as i’ll always be number one.”

you smile softly and nod. “yeah,” you whisper. “you’ll be number one, touya. i know it.”

[ashtheketchum]

●BNHA Kissing HC●

A/N: Before certain people read these headcanons, I want you to know that I'm not a member of that weird fandom. In my opinion, My Hero Academia is a pretty good anime but it was completely ruined by the fandom (if you're not one of those people, don't feel offended <3). And now enjoy reading!

Warnings: GN.Reader, fluff, +16 CONTENT, aged up characters, biting, nicknames

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shouta Aizawa

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Izuku always gives you a kiss on the cheek, either as a greeting or as a goodbye. Of course, you return one, but it's become a habit for him to always greet you with a kiss. When you kiss properly on the lips, however, he sometimes plays with your hair. Usually, he wraps a finger around a strand of hair or brushes it away from your face. "You're so adorable, my love."

For Katsuki, there are no cheek pecks or anything like that. When he wants to kiss you, he does it properly and passionately. So whenever you kiss, he nibbles on your lower lip, grabs your hips or waist to pull you closer, or sometimes even grabs your ass. He doesn't care if anyone sees you or stares. He's happy to threaten those people if it means he can kiss you anywhere. "I'm gonna kill them, so shut up."

Shoto is a very introverted person, so don't blame him if he doesn't kiss you like he does in some romance movies. His kisses are gentle and short, and they rarely change. Since you're his first romantic experience, he wants to approach things cautiously so as not to overstep any boundaries. Most of the time, though, he'll just caress your cheek for a long time and look deep into your eyes. "Is this okay?"

🤓: „Uhhh, it´s so classic-!“ idgaf, this man bites your lips. And not while you're kissing, but just like that. Biting is his way of kissing you. But of course, he'll also kiss you normally, though usually on your nose. He finds it kind of cute, and it makes him blush more than it makes you. His arms are always wrapped around your waist while you're kissing, pressing you closer to him. "I still wanna hold you, baby."

This man loves you with every cell in his body. And he shows this by kissing every inch of your face. He holds your cheeks tightly so you can't turn away and kisses your face. After all, he loves everything about you, so why not kiss everything? Sometimes, when you're in your rooms, he'll also kiss your arms or legs. But in a romantic way, not a sexual way. "Body of an angel… no! A goddess fits more."

French Kiss! French Kiss! French Kiss! Have I already said French kiss? French kiss! This man has only given you one non-passionate kiss, and that was your first kiss. Would he change that? Probably not. Sometimes he holds you in place with his tape or simply holds you with his hands. He's the type who says he has to go but keeps kissing you for another 10 minutes. "Just one more, amore… one more… one more…"

Slow, passionate, and lazy kisses. Even if he loves you, he doesn't put his full energy into your kisses, which you (hopefully) can understand. He's a tired little baby who just wants to be close to you. But he still wants to kiss you as often as possible. He'll put his energy elsewhere if you get bored ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) „Just hold still and let me kiss you.“

Just like with Hitoshi, Aizawa doesn't put his full energy into your kisses. To elaborate, he rarely kisses you on the lips. He somehow prefers kissing your forehead or even your temple. It just makes him feel comfortable and more responsible for looking after you. But when it's just you and your partner, of course, he'll kiss your lips too. Sometimes he can't even tear himself away. "Having such kissable lips is a crime, villain."

[dee-writes-anime]

Cute fluffy Dabi story alert!! Your gonna love it 🥰

Dabi with a female chubby civilian girlfriend who he’s all lovey-dovey for, but one day he told her about he’s a villain? (After he ran into Mr. Compress and Toga on his way home) but she laughed and told him that she knew all along and that she loves him. And then Dabi introduced her as his fiancé to the league, she also explained that her quirk is a healing based but the healing part comes from the food she makes (like Julieta from Encanto)

Just Good Enough For You

FEATURING Touya 'Dabi' Todoroki x Reader

SUMMARY No matter who you are, you are just good enough for me.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, LOV crack, Dabi (ifykykyk), mentions of villiany and murder and stuff :)

AUTHORS NOTE stopppp cause this was the cutest, most wholesome request everrrr!!! Thank you so much for sharing this lovely thought with me, I really hope you enjoy how I brought it to life! <3 P.S. I promise the Toge fic is coming, college is eating me alive RAHH

Dabi had never been the type to hesitate. He’d burned bridges, enemies, and even his own emotions without so much as a second thought. But tonight, standing just outside your shared apartment, his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, he was hesitating.

He wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

A villain. A murderer. That’s who he was. And yet, somehow, you’d always looked at him like he was so much more. Like you saw past the charred skin and the cold eyes, straight into whatever piece of humanity he had left. And it scared the hell out of him.

He could still hear Mr. Compress’s voice ringing in his ears from earlier that day.

“So, when are you going to tell your girlfriend who you really are? She’s bound to figure it out sooner or later.”

Toga had chimed in too, her high-pitched giggles grating on his nerves. “Oh, I bet she’d love to see your flames up close! You should show her! I mean, doesn’t she already wonder where you go when you disappear for days?”

He’d brushed them off, made some snide comment about minding their own business, but the truth was, they’d struck a nerve. Deep down, Dabi knew it was only a matter of time before you found out, and he hated the thought of you hating him when that moment came.

With a sigh, he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. The smell of something savory cooking wafted through the air, and despite his anxiety, he couldn’t help but smile faintly. You always seemed to know when he needed comfort. Food had a way of soothing him in ways words couldn’t, and you, with your quirk and your gentle soul, were the only person he’d ever trusted to get close enough to touch his heart.

“Hey, lover,” your voice called from the kitchen, light and warm, like always. “You’re home late. Hungry?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you move around the stove. You were wearing that oversized sweater he loved, the one that made you look extra cozy and cute. He’d teased you about it once, calling you a “walking marshmallow,” but secretly, he adored how soft and chubby you looked in it.

“Babe?” you called out again, glancing over your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

His silence must’ve tipped you off because the smile you wore faltered slightly. Turning off the burner, you wiped your hands on a towel before crossing the room to him. The concern in your eyes only made the lump in his throat worse.

“Touya… what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your hands reaching out to grasp his scarred fingers.

He flinched slightly at the use of his real name. You always reserved that for the moments when you wanted to break down his walls. And damn it, if you weren’t good at it.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally muttered, his voice rougher than usual. His hand squeezed yours tighter, as though preparing himself for the worst. “Something you probably won’t like.”

The worry on your face deepened, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped closer, your thumb brushing over his scarred knuckles in that soothing way you always did when he was tense. “Whatever it is, just tell me. You know I’m here for you.”

He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise uncomfortably in his chest. Why was this so damn hard?

“I’m not who you think I am,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. His eyes dropped to the floor, unwilling to meet your gaze. “I mean, you know my real name, but you don’t know what I’ve done… who I’ve become.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to explain. He’d never been one for long-winded speeches, so he forced himself to just rip off the band-aid.

“I’m Dabi,” he said in a low voice. “The villain. You’ve seen me on the news, you know the stuff I’ve done. I’ve killed people. Burned them alive.” His jaw clenched, his entire body stiff with guilt and fear. “And if you’re smart, you’ll walk away. Right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening. He expected you to recoil in horror, to pull your hand away from his like his very touch would burn you. Maybe you’d cry, or worse—maybe you’d just look at him with that quiet disappointment that always cut deeper than any insult.

But you did none of those things.

Instead, you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face like you’d just heard the punchline of a joke. “Touya, seriously? Is that what you’ve been so worked up about?”

He frowned, clearly thrown off by your reaction. “What?”

“Babe,” you said with a soft laugh, stepping even closer to him, “I already knew.”

Now it was his turn to blink in confusion. “You… knew?”

“Of course I knew.” You grinned, tapping his chest lightly. “I’m not stupid, you know. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. You smell like smoke, you disappear for days, and your scars… I put two and two together pretty quickly.”

His mouth opened, then closed, as he processed your words. “You… knew?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, I knew, and I didn’t care. I still don’t care.” You cupped his face gently, your fingers brushing the rough, scarred skin that covered his jaw. “I fell in love with you, Touya. The man who comes home tired but still lets me cuddle him, the man who watches stupid shows with me even though he pretends he hates them, the man who makes me feel safe no matter what.”

Dabi was silent, his throat tight as your words washed over him. He had prepared himself for anger, rejection—hell, maybe even fear—but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. For you.

“How can you love someone like me?” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I’m a monster.”

You shook your head, your eyes softening. “No, you’re not. You’re just… hurt. And yeah, you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Your lips curled into a small smile. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re not as cold as you think.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. For the first time in years, he felt something warm spread through his chest, something that wasn’t the familiar burn of rage or vengeance. It was something else. Something softer.

“God, you’re too good for me,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

You grinned, tugging him closer until your foreheads were almost touching. “I'm just good enough for you, lover, and lucky for you, I’m sticking around either way.”

His lips twitched into a small, rare smile. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “Completely insane.”

“And you’re stuck with me now,” you teased, your voice muffled by his chest.

For a long moment, you stood like that—holding each other in the quiet comfort of the small apartment. Dabi’s heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was from something else. Something that made him want to protect you even more fiercely than before.

“You know what?” he murmured after a long silence. “I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”

A few days had passed since Dabi’s revelation, and despite the whirlwind of emotions that had followed, things between you and him hadn’t really changed. You still made his favorite meals, still teased him when he sulked around the apartment, and he still pretended to hate your random affection while secretly basking in it. But there was something else now—a quiet understanding that ran deeper than it had before. You knew who he was, what he had done, and you loved him anyway. And he, in his own rough-edged way, was learning how to accept that love.

Still, there was one thing he hadn’t prepared for yet—introducing you to the League of Villains.

The thought had been gnawing at him ever since that night. You had joked about being stuck with him, and in a way, you were. But to be truly part of his world, you had to meet the people he spent his days (and often his nights) with—the people who lived in the same shadows he did.

So, that evening, as you finished plating dinner, Dabi casually dropped the bomb.

“By the way,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, “you’re coming with me tomorrow.”

You glanced up from the dish you were preparing, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Where are we going?”

“To meet the League.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words, and then you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face. “The League? You mean, your League? The League of Villains?”

“Yeah, them,” he muttered, clearly not as thrilled about the prospect. His fingers drummed on the countertop, betraying his anxiety despite his nonchalant tone. “They’ve been pestering me about you for a while, so I figure it’s time they meet you.”

Your smile widened as you set the dish down, turning to face him fully. “You want to introduce me to your friends? Does this mean I’m officially your girlfriend or something?” you teased, though there was a hint of genuine excitement in your voice.

Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve always been my girlfriend. This just makes it… official, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “But don’t get too excited. They’re not exactly what you’d call ‘nice.’”

You chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I think I can handle it,” you said softly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “Besides, if they’re important to you, then I want to meet them.”

Dabi’s gaze softened, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt too big for his chest. “You’re too good for this world, you know that?”

You shrugged playfully, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I’m just good enough for you.”

The next evening, Dabi led you through the dimly lit streets of the city, the familiar scent of smoke and charred wood lingering in the air around him. He didn’t say much as you walked, though his hand never left yours, his fingers intertwined with yours in a grip that was both possessive and protective.

As you neared the League’s hideout, an abandoned bar tucked away in a forgotten part of the city, he paused, turning to face you with a serious expression. “Last chance to back out,” he said, his voice low. “Once you meet them, there’s no going back. They’re… different.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not scared, Touya. I want to do this.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening as he led you inside.

The bar was just as you expected—dark, dingy, and reeking of old alcohol and stale cigarettes. The wooden floor creaked under your feet as you followed Dabi through the narrow hallway that led to a back room. The faint sound of voices echoed from behind a door at the end of the hall, and Dabi paused once more, his hand gripping the doorknob.

“They’re gonna say some weird stuff,” he warned, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t take it personally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Weird how?”

“You’ll see.”

With that, he pushed open the door, and the first thing that hit you was the distinct atmosphere of chaos. The room was a cluttered mess of mismatched furniture, papers, and random objects strewn about haphazardly. Several figures were gathered around a large table in the center, and as the door creaked open, all eyes turned toward you.

Toga was the first to react, her eyes lighting up with unrestrained glee. “Oh my god, Dabi! You brought her!” she squealed, bouncing to her feet and rushing toward you with the energy of a hyperactive child. “She’s so cute! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us she was this cute!”

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you in a surprisingly tight hug. “I’m Toga!” she chirped, pulling back to examine you with wide, curious eyes. “I’ve been dying to meet you! Dabi talks about you all the time!”

“He does?” you asked, glancing at Dabi with a teasing smirk.

He scowled, crossing his arms. “Don’t listen to her.”

Before you could say anything else, a tall man in a mask stepped forward, his posture refined, yet his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Ah, so this is the famous girlfriend,” Mr. Compress said smoothly, giving you a polite bow. “I must admit, I was beginning to wonder if you were a myth.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she’s real. Get over it.”

Shigaraki, who had been sitting at the head of the table with his usual scowl, barely glanced up from the game console he was playing with. “Great. Another normie.” His voice was dismissive, though you could sense the underlying curiosity behind his disinterested exterior. “Hope you’re not too soft.”

“Trust me,” Dabi muttered, shooting Shigaraki a look, “she can handle herself.”

“Yeah,” you added, smiling sweetly. “I’m not as soft as I look.”

Toga clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down beside you. “Oh, I like her! Can we keep her?”

“Relax, Toga,” Dabi grumbled, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he subtly pulled you closer to his side. “She’s not a pet.”

Twice, who had been unusually quiet until now, suddenly burst into laughter. “A pet? That’s hilarious! But wait, no, I think she could be a pet! Or maybe a partner! Or maybe—”

“Twice, stop rambling,” Compress interjected with a chuckle. “You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the chaotic scene unfolding around you. It was clear that Dabi’s ‘family’ was as strange and dysfunctional as he had warned, but there was also something oddly endearing about them. Despite their rough exteriors, they welcomed you with open arms—or at least, most of them did.

As the banter continued, you caught Shigaraki glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching slightly as if he was itching to say something. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“So, what’s your deal?” he asked bluntly, his voice as rough as the skin peeling from his lips. “You got a quirk or something?”

Dabi stiffened slightly beside you, but you remained calm, meeting Shigaraki’s gaze evenly. “Yeah, I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I can heal people.”

Toga’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? You can heal? That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds,” you explained. “The healing comes from the food I make. It only works if someone eats something I’ve prepared.”

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone processed your words. Then, Twice broke the tension with a loud, exaggerated gasp. “She can cook?! Oh, we’re definitely keeping her!”

“Food that heals,” Compress mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s quite an unusual quirk.”

Shigaraki, however, didn’t seem as impressed. “Great. A chef,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his game. “As long as you’re not a liability.”

You felt Dabi tense beside you, his jaw clenching, but before he could snap at Shigaraki, you placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a liability,” you said firmly, looking directly at Shigaraki. “I’m here for Dabi, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki didn’t respond, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment that you had passed some unspoken test. Dabi’s hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as if to silently thank you for standing your ground.

As the evening went on, the tension eased, and you found yourself surprisingly comfortable in the midst of the League’s chaos. Toga was glued to your side, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and your relationship with Dabi. Twice kept bouncing between joking and making bizarre plans for your future involvement with the League, while Compress continued to make polite conversation, ever the gentleman.

Shigaraki, for the most part, remained focused on his game, though you caught him watching you occasionally, as if trying to figure out where you fit into their world.

And Dabi—well, he was quiet, but there was a certain calmness to him that you hadn’t seen before. He stayed close, his arm resting around your waist or his hand brushing against yours, as if grounding himself in your presence.

By the time you left the hideout, the moon high in the sky, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had survived your first meeting with the League of Villains, and despite their quirks—both literal and figurative—you could see why Dabi had chosen them as his found family.

As you walked home hand in hand with Dabi, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, he finally broke the silence.

“So… what do you think?”

You glanced up at him, your lips curling into a soft smile. “I think they’re… different,” you said with a chuckle. “But they’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

Dabi’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “You really are too good for this world.”

You shook your head, leaning into him as you continued walking. “No, I’m just good enough for you.”

For the first time in a long time, Dabi smiled—really smiled.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can we see Enji Todoroki (reformed) x male reader who is so unabashedly flirty. Him and the reader working together on hero cases and the reader is so touchy and is trying to go on a date with him.

Enji Todoroki x Hero male reader

Headcanons

Reader has no specific quirk mentioned, cuz I couldn’t think of anything. On the short side, but I enjoyed writing this.

After having grown as a person and reformed as best as he can, I cant imagine Enji sees himself as someone who would go out of his way to date, there’s probably part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve to be in a relationship.

You two have probably known each other for years and worked side by side for just as long, but your flirting up until then has just been jokes and to keep the mood light because of how serious Enji always is.

After he grows as a person, you start to actually flirt with him for real, though he doesn’t realize that’s what you’re doing. He would just assume it’s the same type of flirting you’ve always done, and just brush it off.

Enji has never been in an actual relationship based on love, since his relationship with Rei was a quirk marriage and he focused so much on becoming strong in his teens, that the thought of dating didn’t even cross his mind.

So, when you start getting touchy with him, like squeezing his biceps or wrapping an arm around his waist, he thinks you are just taking your usual play flirting farther than before.

I can’t imagine Enji is the type to flirt back, even if he returns your feelings. Hes way too stoic and serious, and again, part of him probably doesn’t think he deserves it after everything, or he fears messing that up too.

You don’t let that discourage you though, as you keep flirting with him, hugging onto him, or complimenting him and bringing him gifts and trinkets, which he always ends up accepting even though he scoffs and grumbles about it.

Getting Enji to believe you that you actually have feelings for him is an uphill battle, so you gotta be real determined for it to bear fruit. But when it does, you get to see parts of Enji you never imagined you would ever get to see.

As he starts to gain feelings for you in return, he will start to get the smallest of flushes to his cheeks when you flirt with him. Its barely visible since he already runs very hot, and he’s trained himself to be in full control of his emotions, for the most part. But it’s there.

He has no idea what to do with the fluttering in his chest that you cause, since again, he’s never felt that before, and Enji doesn’t really feel like he has anyone to go to with these feelings.

Of all people, I could imagine he ends up spilling it to Toshinori, most likely on accident. Much to Enji’s surprise, Toshi actually helps him figure out his feelings and how to process them. Enji being Enji would mumble a small thanks and go about his day.

He might clumsily and kinda stiffly try to flirt back, but it just ends up being stuff like him complimenting your form during a fight, or telling you to be careful. You’ll most likely start finding small gifts in your bag or locker back at your agency.

Unknown to himself, Enji starts leaning into your touch when you hold onto him, as he’s probably super touch starved in general. Ends up finding out he’s super sensitive too when you rub at his neck and he almost melts into it.

He kinda reminds you of those battle worn, older male street cats, with their big pouchy cheeks, scars and tired eyes. You joke that if it was possible, he would be purring, especially when he almost arches into it when you run your hands through his hair.

In the end you most likely are gonna have to outright tell him to his face that you like him and want to date him. Enji is still emotionally constipated, but ends up mumbling out that he feels the same, but he has no idea what he’s doing.

Even after you guys start dating, you still flirt with him and get super touchy with him, except now you can also kiss him all over, which always leaves him a little flushed.

Since hes not one to express his feelings much, when he finally does it, it means so much. Like when he kisses the top of your head during patrol, or mumbles a compliment in return to the hundreds you shower him with every patrol.

[sweetnsour1]

11:15

Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader

“This is dumb.” 

“It’s not dumb. It’s math.”  

“But it’s not fuckin’ math.” 

“Ugh, it’s an expression.” 

“How is math an expression?” 

“Oh my god...it just means it adds up, grandpa.” 

“Still doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense.” 

“Yes, it does. Here, we’ll try another one. Todoroki.” 

“IcyHot?” 

“No, Fuyumi. Obviously Shoto.” Your head jostled as a pillow thudded against your face before returning to the lap it had flown from. “Hey!” The blonde was nearly pouting.

“Don’t call him that.” 

“You started it. Anyways...our Todoroki.” Your eye roll was interrupted as you dodged his second attack. This time you tugged the pillow into your own lap before he could reclaim it.

“Don’t call him that either.” 

“Oh my god, just answer.”

“Man written by a man.” 

“Noooo.” You kept one hand gripped into the pillow while the other massaged at your temple. “No, you’re still not getting it at all.” 

“His dad was the one who raised him though.” 

“Hardly-” the word combined with your scoff, “-and that’s not the point. He’s man written by a woman for sure. Especially after his character growth back in year one.” 

“The fuck? Like what?” 

“He listens, he’s supportive, he’s thoughtful, he is always trying to learn how to communicate better, works hard to strengthen the relationships around him, he-” 

“Okay, I get it! Damn!” You didn’t reply, giving him a moment to collect whatever festering thoughts he seemed to be sorting through. You waited patiently for him to choose one to give shape to. He shaped it into a grumble. “...so what am I?” 

“You? Hmmm.” You put effort into looking thoughtful.

“Man written by a man?” 

“No?” He looked relieved, but unsure. Perfect. His loss of cushioned weaponry made you brave enough to continue. “You’re more like a feral raccoon written by a-“ He lunged. “Hey!” You shifted the pillow behind your back, pressing your body against it. You realized a little too late that obviously left one thing for him to go for...you. He had you pinned between those massive arms. Your smile was instant.

“I’ll show you fuckin’ feral, brat.”  

“Okay, so now you’re a man written by a woman.” 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Several things, which is probably why I’m interested in feral rac-” 

“Shut up.” 

“Yessir.” You saluted as much as you could with the space you were given. He let his arms buckle, falling forward and knocking the wind out of you a bit. He laughed or huffed into your neck. Either way he was at your shoulder, shaking his head before he kissed your cheek.  

“Thought you were gonna’ show me feral?” 

“Mmmm, later.” He continued, answering the question you hadn’t asked yet. “You calmed me down.”  

“Oh.” You ran your fingers through his hair. You could feel and hear his hum at the action.  

“Keep talkin’.” 

“You told me to shut up.” He nuzzled further into your hair as you pulled his. 

“Didn’t mean it.” You scratched at his scalp again before sliding down to his neck and shoulders. “Wanna’ hear ya.” He was whining. 

“Always so bossy.” You laughed as he dug a knuckle into your rib. “I didn’t say no.” He seemed satisfied as he settled himself further. Before you could complain about the weight, he shifted, turning into half big spoon/half weighted blanket. 

“So my favorite things about raccoons...” He pawed at your face with one hand, attempting to hide his laughter somewhere to your left. “You’re exactly right. Let’s start with their hands and how they use them.” 

He loves nerds.

Masterlist

[shoutosbaeby]

Hcs :)) (Part one)

How Mha characters would act if their gfs are popular !! (Female reader)

IZUKU MIDORIYA

♡︎ He would be kind of intimidated by you at the start. You were definitely the first one to make a move. He was an anxious, blushing mess when you first asked him out.

♡︎ He wouldn’t be overly jealous or anything but he’d get a bit frustrated with guys being all over you.

♡︎ Not very used to be being popular so when his reputation boosts after dating you, he’s unsure of what to do. He’s always red in the face when the two of you are together in public and people are whispering.

♡︎ He’s a bit shy and you’re quite confident so no matter how long you two are together, you never fail to make him blush from head to toe.

KATSUKI BAKUGO

✰ He hated you lmao. For no reason as well. He just hated you because you were popular. But he also thinks you’re pretty, so when you asked him out he just thought “one date can’t hurt” and then fell deeply in love.

✰ When I tell you this man shows you off, I mean he uses every opportunity to do so. He’ll always have an arm around your waist and if a guy even dares to ask you out, he’s gonna be foaming at the mouth.

✰ Not overly protective, but he does get pretty jealous. If he sees people looking at you, he’s gonna grab your face and kiss you in front of everyone.

✰ He actually blushes very easily when you flirt with him lol. It’s cute to see him turn red, pretending to be unfazed.

SHOTO TODOROKI

☾ This man is more popular than you. He’s not very aware of it, though. Realistically, he’s way more popular than you but isn’t as much of a social butterfly.

☾ He literally did NOT care about you AT ALL before you guys were dating. He barely knew who you were. He’s more focused on other things but he saw you on the sidewalk one day, playing with a small kitten and realized that he found you very attractive.

☾ I don’t think he made the first move, but was surprisingly smooth when you made advances at him. He was a bit tough to break through, but you got to him eventually. And you two become the “IT” couple in a way.

☾ Not very jealous. He’s quite laid back but doesn’t like it when guys try to touch you. He’s more focused on the crowd or boys trying to get your number than his own large group of admirers. He’s not into PDA but if he’s jealous he’s gonna make out with you in public. (Not that you mind)

☾ Doesn’t get flustered if you make suggestive comments but gets a little shy when you call him pretty. I don’t think he’s the type to be flustered easily, though.

DENKI KAMINARI

↯ Huge simp. Hands down.

↯ He’s been trying to get you to date him for a while. Of course you wanted to, you just wanted to make him work a bit. And he definitely did that. He got you flowers, talked to you with every opportunity he got and took you on dates based off of your favorite things. When you finally agreed to be his girlfriend, he was beyond ecstatic. (And so were you)

↯ He quickly became just as popular because of his charisma and humorous nature. He would always make sure your were comfortable being yourself around him since it was difficult for you to do so in front of most of your “friends.”

↯ Gets flustered when you flirt but flirts back to return the favor. You both are known as a very adorable couple.

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Lmk who else do these for :D

I’m running out of ideas on what to write so suggestions would be helpful !!

Kinda sick of doing only mha though I’ll probably be doing JJK or NANA next.

Have a good day !!

[kaiyalls-momma]

I just had a little Touya blurb moment and it turned a bit longer, then my brain stopped cooking midway- (this is in an alternative universe where Endeavor was actually somewhag good and the Todorokis were not screwed to hell and back) (also keep in mind that Touya and reader are teenagers during this)

fem!reader, reader referred to as a girl and with she/her pronouns, ft. Shotos pov.

Imagine, being childhood bsfs with Touya- really close bsfs since like 4 years old. It was honestly adorable, they one day met at preschool with you being new, and they just latched onto eachother over a shared love of something completely insignificant.

Having been such close friends since they were little, they were used to affection, like constantly holding hands, out of nowhere hugs that last a bit too long, cuddles and sleepovers, nicknames and pet names, little innocent pecks on the cheek or forehead, and just always being in eachothers presence and personal space. As they grew and became teenagers, they just kept doing it, it didnt feel weird or anything, the complete opposite actually, it felt completely natural... which is how you found yourselves in the current predicament...

Shoto wasn't stupid, he may be a little dense at times but he wasnt stupid. Just because he was 8 years younger than Touya, the eldest, and 4 years younger than Natsuo, the second youngest, did not mean that he didnt know about stuff like love and dating, he may not know much, but hes aware of its existence and what it generally entails, and no Fuyumi, he is not too young to know about that, his classmates have crushes already and they even had a wedding during recess, he was a groomsman so he must be very knowledgeable, thank you very much!

Shoto wasn't stupid therefore he knew that his brother Touya was dating (y/n). It wasn't hard to figure out, they were always holding hands, hugging, having sleepovers, and they even kissed eachothers cheeks and foreheads! Not to mention how (y/n) is always around the house and with Touya even when they were doing different things, she practically lives here! Well as much as a not-adult can stay somewhere without their parents anyway. But thats like halfway to being married!

Yes, Shoto wasn't stupid, therefore he knew about their relationship even though noone told him about it. They probably thought he knew already since its so obvious, or they just forgot to tell him because its been going on since from when he was too little to understand what they were talking about. Afterall (y/n) has been around since even before Shoto was born, or so he was told. Though it must be true because he saw many pictures with (y/n) in them where both her and Touya looked really small, there were even pictures where Natsuo and him were still babies!

But since noone ever mentioned it, he won't talk about it either, even though he kinda wanted to know when their anniversary is so that he could get them a nice gift. But oh well, he forgot about it soon enough...... which was the case until they were having dinner one night and the topic of Valentines day came up.

It was the day before Valentines, and (y/n) joined them for dinner again, they were all sitting around the dining table, eating while Natsuo was ranting about how his classmates were making Valentines day out to be too big of a deal. Fuyumi then chimes in talking about how it IS a big deal and how she wished to receive something, then she asked what everyones plans were for Valentines.

Touya just shrugged and finished chewing on his food "Eh, nothing much, probably just gonna hang out with (y/n) as usual" he tilts his head towards the girl sitting next to him "maybe we'll go somewhere with those 'discounts for couples' promotions and snag 'em" he grins and looks at her lazily "whatcha think sweets?"

(y/n) nods in agreement and pipes up "ooh yeah, i heard that the new cafe nearby is gonna have a buy a drink, get a free dessert promotion for couples"

Shoto sees this as an opening to ask his very important question "by the way, how long have you two been dating for? And when is your anniversary?"

The entire table freezes, figuratively, of course, the table was not encased in ice, him and his family have a good control of their quirks. He looks around, a bit confused on why everyones staying still and why Touya and (y/n) are turning very red, while his mother was stiffling a laughter? Coughing? the temperature was the same as always so they couldn't have been feeling hot... did they maybe get sick? But fevers don't just come out of nowhere full force...

Touya is the first to recover though still very red in the face "we- were not- Shoto where did you get that idea from?!"

(Okay i lost motivation and im not good at wrtiting and couldn't figure out how to continue, part 2 mayhaps? Dunno)

[epickiya722]

When I tell you I'm so sick of this.

Yes, yes, Bakugou used to be his bully and all that yadda yadda. Oh my gosh, wow, a bully in the story! How dare such a thing exists!

Okay, stop clutching your pearls. Even Bakugou knew he was a total ass and it's not something he ever got away with like that, let alone he does grow up, so chill.

But if you're gonna go that route, throwing Todoroki in there to be like "it makes sense to pair them instead" is kind of strange because even though Todoroki didn't bully Midoriya, they did still immediately start on the wrong foot. I mean, Todoroki could have killed Midoriya in their match but I don't see people going "I don't understand how people can ship them, it doesn't make sense to me when Todoroki could have seriously killed Midoriya that one time".

I have seen people ship Midoriya with characters worse than Bakugou, but OMG, it's their ship that gets tackled on the most and at this point, I see it as a trend.

I see it as someone has to do because they're a follower.

Honestly, it's just getting ridiculous.

If the ship doesn't make sense to you, it doesn't make sense to you, who cares? But posting about it like this and then tagging it, doesn't do anything good.

No one who has caught up with the anime and manga would post about the ship in a rather negative way would be "it doesn't make sense to ship them".

"What if they aren't caught up?"

Even so, does it need to make sense? Is it an actual necessity for someone to have a ship to make sense if at the end of the day they're just entertained by the mere thought of it and not bothering you about it?

Take it from someone who ships Miruko and Burnin and is her favorite MHA ship at this time. We ain't see them have no onscreen interaction. That didn't stop me though and going "Hey, I think you two would look cute together".

There are ships in this fandom that have a way worse relationship in canon and still people ship them.

"I see art that depicts them being cute together." Okay, so and? Are you losing HP from it like some video game character that has yet to move out the lava? Do you grow a horn every time you see cute ship art of it? It's not the only ship drawn out there being cute together. It's not like there aren't cute moments in canon for them. Then stop looking at the art. Why are you looking at the art? If you keep seeing BakuDeku art, clearly... you're in the area. Probably on purpose.

I know if I keep seeing art of a ship I don't like it's a me problem because I have the choices to not follow certain people, block the tag, etc.

Maybe you shouldn't be in the MHA fandom at all given the amount of art for them anyways that's official.

Look, I'm not bothered by someone not liking Bakudeku. Could really give zero crap about it, honestly. I have ships I don't like either.

But what bothers me is posting about it, attacking the ship and tagging it.

We all have our opinions and I believe, good or bad, post about them.

However, people do shit like this and then mask it as "having an opinion" when really they probably want to start drama.

"But, Kiya, what if they're not trying to start drama? What if they don't know the proper way to tag?"

I call bullshit and I don't care. Oh, yes, I sound like a bitch, but let's be real here.

Stuff like this happens no matter where. It doesn't just happen on Tumblr. People have done this over and over and over to the point that it is hard to believe that person isn't trying to start anything.

New or not, people by now should know that if they're going to say something negative about a ship, don't draw in the shippers.

If this person didn't want to start drama then why bring TodoDeku into this? "Make it make sense." That right there is a sign of "I'm starting drama". Uh, people do happen to ship TodoDeku. I even ship it. It's not like people don't at all in the fandom ship them and only ship BakuDeku, so stop.

It's not like this person or anybody who does this is genuinely asking and do what to know because maybe they are genuinely curious and/or considering the ship but first wants to know more about it.

No, they're just being hostile. This is not an opinion. It's an attack disguised as one.

If you don't like the ship, okay. But if you're going to post about it, don't tag it.

This isn't even about BakuDeku only anymore. I see this with ships that don't even have anything wrong with them and in different fandoms. It's tiring, it's annoying and just takes the fun out of shipping.

[yinemw]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

context: letters shared between villain dabi and pro-hero reader. (The parts that are marked like this mean they are marked off and unreadable to the receiver)

warnings: angst, swearing and Dabi talking about dying

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki from mha

m.list

To Dabi

I know I’m the last person you probably want to hear from right now, considering all things. But I didn’t know, I mean how could I. You never told me he is your father. You rushed away so fast after our last meeting and you blocked my number. I thought writing you a letter would be better, to explain my side and hope that I’ll find Toga and get her to deliver this to you.

I care for you Dabi, whether you believe me or not it’s up to you, but I really do care. Why else would I let you crash at my place, eat my food and…just talk. You trusted me with your number and I trusted you with mine, and despite everything, those late night phone calls we shared mean the world to me. For a second I felt normal, didn’t have to think about heros or villains or my work, it was just you and me.

You never told me who you are, who you really are. And it was enough to just know you as Dabi, as the villain I stumbled upon all bloody and weak in an alley way one night, brought back home and ‘healed’ back to health. It was obvious your real name wasn’t Dabi, or that you were born with your scars and burnt skin, so I was always curious about your past. Your secrets. I didn’t think finding out who you really are would be the end of our relationship friendship. The way you reacted when I said your real name…I’ve never seen that look before and I knew I had messed up. I’m sorry Dabi, for snooping in your past. I broke our promise, but I hope you can forgive me.

From…Y/n you know who

Stupid hero, sending a letter like we’re back in the 70s. Blocked your number for a reason, and there you go finding another way to contact me. Surprised you couldn’t find where I’m staying despite knowing everything else about me. Cute of you to not include my real name in your letter, scared it might have ended up in someone else’s hands and my identity is out to the public? Don’t be, I’m gonna reveal my identity soon enough. Make my father know exactly who I am.

You’re really quite something I have to admit, having found out who I am. Was it Hawks who helped you? Or maybe I underestimated you, you’re a pro hero after all, even if the whole system is a joke. I am curious though, you say you care about me, yet you continue to work with my father. Funny really, don’t you think?

Doesn’t matter, I’m done with you. Was nice not starving and have a roof over my head, but that’s all it was. I’d start training harder, hero, you have no idea what’s coming.

To Touya

Thank you for writing back, it was unexpected to see your letter on my pillow. I wish you would have stayed so we could have talked in person, but I’ll respect your space.

I didn’t know you were planning on going public with your identity. I have to admit, the entire idea does sound alarming and your ‘warning’ is, not ideal to say the least. We always talked about what we would do when the day comes that we stand on opposite sides of the battle field, and by the sound of it, that day is coming faster then I thought.

You’re right, it does sound ridiculous when I say I love care about you, and continue to work with your father. I simply haven’t been able to come so far yet, I’m not entirely sure where my career is heading. I’ve gotten so used to working with Endeavor and Hawks, been in their shadow in a way, but always there. Helping civilians to safety and using my quirk to help as best as I can, they’re my safety net, I guess. You’re right, continuing to work with him is a mistake. But you have to understand Touya, it’s more complicating than just ‘stop working with him’. I’ll figure it out, I promise, please just give me time.

(P.s next time you come over, please feel free to take as much food as you need and blankets/pillows if you need)

From Y/n

Publicly going solo, huh? Have to say, was kinda hot seeing you on TV saying how you’re an independent hero now, not working with others. Got everyone shocked to say the least, all eyes on you. Been telling you since the beginning you’re better than all those other stupid hero’s, don’t know why you’ve been hiding in their shadows.

You’re one tough cookie to crack, and I have to admit, thinking about fighting you isn’t exactly…fun. Your quirk is annoying and to be honest, I’m not even sure which one of us would win. But you’re not my main focus, so do me a favor, stay out of this fight, yeah?

P.s the pasta you made could have used less salt, just sayin

To Touya

Your notes are so short Touya, and you still won’t see me in person, please, I need to see you. I seriously can’t take this anymore, us tip-toeing around our…well whatever we are. You’re even harder to read through your scribbles and wrinkled paper you leave on my pillow. I hate to confess through a letter, especially during times like these when the entire country is anxious. But I feel like I’m losing you, for real this time.

Touya I love like you, more than a friend. It became so much more than just a ‘hero-villain friendship’. You become apart of my life, apart of my routine. I would wait everyday by my window, just to see if you would come by and sneak into my apartment. I would make your favorite meals, just in case you came by and were hungry. My life was finally exciting, I was looking forward to something, to just see or hear you. You weren’t just a broken villain to me Touya, you were everything.

I wish you would have told me about your plans, I wish you would have told me everything about you. And I know that’s a selfish thought, but the whispers in the hero community are starting to freak me out. Touya you have no idea what you’re up against, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to save you this time.

Please, come back to me.

From Y/n

So the hero fell for the villain, huh? Typical, feels like some cheesy trope from a movie. I would go as far as to call you pathetic, the way you talk about me. You have so much to live for, yet seeing me excited you. Must have been one boring life you lived before me.

Doesn’t matter, nothing you say will change my mind. It’s not about you, believe it or not. Was never about you. You fucked me up, real good in fact. Postponed all my damn plans. Nights I was supposed to spend with the league, I couldn’t help myself but to spend with you, do you know how much trouble I got into? Not that I cared, spending time with you wasn’t exactly bad.

I still remember your shocked face when you started to see my white roots, how you bought black hair dye and helped me dye my hair whenever I needed. Or the way you looked all lovesick whenever I enjoyed your cooking. Even the first night I slept in your damn bed and voluntarily cuddled up to you, I could hear how fast your heart was beating. You seriously think I didn’t know that you like me? Stupid hero. You made it quite obvious, not to mention you got quite touchy too. Not that I minded. But none of it matters, because we can’t be together. Ever. Now stop using Toga as the mailman and leave all of this behind you for good.

To Touya

You finally got what you wanted, for people to know the truth. How does it feel? Satisfied? I guess you’ll only be at peace once Endeavor is dead, so this is just the beginning, am I right?

You held back during our last battle, I could see how angry you were when I showed up to defend Endeavor. I know you’re upset, I know he ruined your life and hurt you in ways I cannot imagine, but murder is not the way. I will not let you kill him.

I don’t know where you went into hiding, but I know you’re injured. Please tell me where you are so I can make sure you’re okay. Please. I love care for you so much I can’t stand this anymore.

From Y/n

I’m sorry. Wow, feels weird even writing it down. I’ll hand you this ‘letter’ myself, before the league attacks. I want you to know, I don’t intend surviving this fight, although if you’re reading this, it means I’m already dead. Not like you’ll have time to read a stupid letter before having to fight to survive lol.

I want you to know that this is the way I want to go. By killing him. My quirk will destroy my body Y/n, and I don’t want you to see that. My body, destroyed and burnt to pieces. I may be a villain, but even I have a heart, and I don’t want your last memory of me to be a corpse. So instead, think of our happy memories. The nights we sat on your roof and smoked, or when you taught me how to meditate and we ended up laughing for hours, or even the time we went to 7-11 undercover so no one would know it’s us and ended up buying those damn good iced coffee’s.

We were never meant to be Y/n, doomed from the start actually. From the moment you decided to save me instead of turning me in to the police and putting me behind bars. You’re a fool, so stupid. Fuck, I really hate you, you know? I don’t even know what to write, you make me feel all stupid and warm, and then all fucked up and mad because I know next time I see you will most likely be the last.

Fuck, I love you. And I know you’re not where I am, you may like some part of me and care for me, but I know someone like you could never love me. But it’s better this way, hurts less. Can’t believe it hurts at all, thought I was numb until I met you. But I love you, I really fucking love you.

P.s I left my phone at your apartment, it’s under your pillow. You know the passcode. There’s a bunch of crap on it, mostly pictures and videos of us or whatever.

Love, Touya