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Izuku: Dad, I talk to ghosts
Aizawa: so, you aren't just talking to Hagakure when I find you out past curfew?
Izuku: no, I'm talking to dead people. One of them looks like Kacchan and he keeps standing right next to him to freak me out and it's not nice and all of them need tharapy.
Aizawa; why do they need tharapy?
Izuku: one of them became a hermit and lived in the woods, and the rest of them were murdered by All for One.
Aizawa: *speechless* how have you lived with them?
Izuku: starts crying
(I don't know if you could bounce some ideas off of this but I appreciate the quotes you do. I think talking to ghosts in front of people is extremely funny especially when it's your adopted dad.)
(okay first off thank you for this omg! I'm crying but I have something in my drafts that's something like this that I wanna turn into a story so I might take some of this as inspo but! onwards to the qoute!)
aizawa : Oh shit uh! don't cry? idk? uh?
Nana Shimura : dahm he's bad at comfort isn't he?
izuku still sobbing : Hes trying his hardest nana!
aizawa : WHAT???
Izuku : one of the ghosts!
aizawa : I'm so confused and concerned for your health right now.
one for all users threw izuku : haha mood!
aizawa :OH WHAT THE FUCK HELLO?!
izuku still crying : that was them!
aizawa : uh okay uh right so my son talks to dead people okay cool cool I can deal with this.... WAIT IS THIS WHY YOUR ALWAYS FREZZING TO THE TOUCH????
izuku wiping his eyes : mhm they're clingy! it gets cold when they hug me or be around me rather then in my mind!
aizawa in shock : i need to sit down. I adopted one child but got.... how many?
izuku :... 7 and a half...
aizawa nodding : I adopted one child and got 7 and a half dead people for free.... whag type of deal is this?
izuku laughing a little : you and me both. I thought I was just getting a quirk but I got funky ghosts and 7 more quirks!
aizawa : i need a drink to even think about prosessing this.
one for all users threw izuku : our bad sir if it helps we were all heros and vigilantes..... except two of us
aizawa : Oh.
#bnha imagines#dadzawa#aizawa sensei#bnha#bnha incorrect quotes#bnha izuku#aizawa shouta#feral izuku#izuku mydoria#izuku and aizawa#aizawa and his feral problem child!#one for all#one for all users#one for all vestiges#izuku is a force of god prove me wrong#izuku midoriya#cryptic izuku midoriya#midoriya headcanons#answered ask#thanks for reading
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Chapter 319 spoilers (AKA Bakugou Chastising and concerns. Itâs Long. Youâve Been Warned)
I first want to say this. This will probably be the only time I do a reaction like this. And to any mutuals that see this that are fans of Bakugou, I will not judge you or tell you to block me on that principle alone. I have come across wonderful people that do like him, and were not rude at all in their explaining of why they like him.
Itâs just for me personally, given whatâs happened in the past along with his past actions, nothing will convince me he is a good character, and this chapter in particular drove me insane that I had to vent out my frustrations.
Because how Iâm seeing it, he plays a large chunk into causing the coming conflict.
(If you come at me with âOMG READ THE MANGA DUMBASSâ or âLOOK UP THIS THING CALLED CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!â Consider yourself blocked. Not interested.)
Yes. You certainly know Midoriya best.
You, who thought that the quirkless nobody was looking down on you when you fell in a creak and was simply wishing to help you out.
You, who thought that the quirkless nobody actually HAD a quirk all along and was simply hiding it just to make you look stupid.
You, who is seen to âsocializeâ with two or three individuals ânormallyâ, and none of them were Izuku. And even then, theyâre the ones that are force to initiate contact.
You, who when you interact with Izuku, is only for your benefit of learning all about his quirk, or to belittle him, and never to try to know him as a person.
Yes, you CERTAINLY know Izuku best.
1. Your catchphrase as a hero is âDIE!â and you howl and snap at the slightest thing that annoys you. You have NO room to judge on whoâs insane.
2. Youâre correct, Deku doesnât have any self worth.
And whoâs to blame for that, again? Do you even have the slightest clue?
3. I mean he trashed-talked Deku, he trashed-talked the other OFA users, HEY why not trash talk All Might too??? And while weâre at it, REDIRECT THE BLAME OF IZUKUâS LACK OF SELF-WORTH ONTO YOUR SUPPOSED IDOL!
Jesus, heâs keeping that entire stupid name. You literally took Jeanist and Midnightâs advice and said âFuck thatâ, didnât you?
And thank you Horikoshi, for making sure that Yaoyorozu is never allowed to have a spine.
Jirou? Kaminari? Todoroki? You gonna tell this asshole to not shout at someone whoâs been nothing but supportive to you? No? K.
Truly, heâs had a plethora of Character Development. A far cry from how he was at the start of the series.
God youâre an asshole.
This.
This is unacceptable.
Midoriyaâs first two friends blindly siding with his abuser.
This is hurtful to see.
Again, Bakugou, you have no goddamn room to mock Deku about being an All Might wannabe when your cringy ass name has âMightâ in it. Sit down and shut the fuck up.
Also Iida, change his mind on what?!?!? No one asks him WHY heâs distanced himself or allowed him to explain! You all just showed up, with no indications that any of you are actually happy or relieved to see him alive, and essentially allowed Bakugou to turn it into an ultimatum!
This chapterâs name is called Friends. From the tone that I am seeing as of now, the title is false advertising.
Literally, how is it that we arenât allowed to see anyone from 1-A happy to see Midoriya? Why isnât anyone voicing a push to simply allow him to explain himself? Why is everyone on board for attacking a bruised and exhausted person, who they all called their friend? Why is no one acting like a goddamn hero and stepping in to help someone who clearly needs help?!?
Todoroki?!? Tokoyami?!? Asui?!?! Ashido?!? Shoji?!? Kirishima?!? Iida?!?
URARAKA?!?!?!?!?
Jesus, maybe 320 will prove me wrong but this looks like itâs meant to simply serve as Deku vs Bakugou 3 featuring all 1-A students. And thatâs so stupid that NOW is the time to do it.
Whoever wins or loses, Midoriya will be betrayed by the ones heâs struggling so hard to protect. If he wins, thereâs nineteen people that will be wounded and in need of medical care while out in the rain. If loses, then heâs reliving his entire childhood again, only this time, with his âfriendsâ.
With fucking Bakugou leading the charge again.
Iâm sorry but this chapter highlights why Bakugou continues to remain a stagnant character despite what so many people claim. And he once again shows he has no regard for anyone other than himself, especially Midoriya.
You know how he could have shown he was concerned for Midoriya? By not getting involved directly. Deku joined the others in saving Bakugou, but he prompted Kirishima to be the one to reach out and save him, the one person who Bakugou had an iota of respect for.
Bakugou could have prompted something similar. Either not be with the group at all, or join but only to be there on the off chance things go sideways. And he would allow only Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka to be the ones to talk to him, to reach out for him, to help him. Because he is self-aware that he is not good with emotions and that Deku needs help.
But fuck that! Get the whole gang to go after one person to attack, apprehend and drag him back with them against his will.
Sound familiar?
How no one else realizes this is a mystery.
Again, maybe 320 will prove otherwise, but all I can say isâŠI am not happy with how this turning out. And given how anything with Bakugou as the main focus usually twists in whatever way possible to make sure HE looks good, I will only continue to hate him even more.
If you are at this point, thank you for putting up with this. I am just⊠tired of this character. He continues to warp and ruin so many aspects of the story and he doesnât bring anything important or interesting to the table. He destroys his own character development by himself. And he continues to prove why he has NO real business in being a hero or a main character.
To this day, he remains a spiteful, narcissistic, condescending bully that gets joy in harming others, especially Midoriya.
Fuck this character, Hori shouldâve killed him when he had the chance.
#anti bakugo#anti bakugou#bnha critical#anti bakudeku#i hate him#i hate this#izuku deserves better#the entire story of bnha deserves better#this was exhausting#but I also couldnât just let this go
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go the distance
(will you) go the distance
â Youâre perfectly content in life except for the fact that you are not dating Deku. When his best friend wonât help you out, you turn to the dark side to get what you want.
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pairing: pro hero!midoriya izuku x bad villain!reader
warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, manga spoilers, pro hero!au, villain!reader, ofa usage for sex lol, size difference, manhandling, public sex, slight degradation and praise, deku eats his cum outta ya pussy, big dick deku, corruption but make it opposite, deku is a pervert change my mind
word count: 12,715
a/n: well, yall already knew I wanted to make this fic a reality, so here it is for bnharems villain collab!! check out all the already amazing stories if you havenât already. thank you to kara, sky, and jo for reading this for me because lmao im ass rn. Iâm gonna go to bed because I partied a bit too hard last night.
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your quirk: distortion â can make afflicted persons vision shift 6 cm to the left or right at the cost of having their own vision shift the same way
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âBreaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcasted rumors of a villain running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures, and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning.Â
âRoad maintenance endeavors to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.Â
âWhere are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?Â
âEvery day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved, but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city, please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and donât go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.â
The female reporter closes her eyes, despite still being on the air, her eyebrows furrowed as she exasperatedly sighs.
âWas that good enough, Mirage?â
You look at her with a pout, your eyes then clenching shut as your lips move with unsaid words as you motion for the cameras to stop rolling. You tilt your head right and left, muttering a bit.
âDid that seem better to you this time? I donât know, I donât think it was scary enough...â
You open your eyes to see the exasperated reporter looking at you as if she personally sought to end you right where you were sitting.
âYou are the worst villain Iâve ever encountered,â she deadpans, and you laugh in agreement.
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.
.
You werenât really a villain.
If you must put a label on what you were, you would say that you were the best PR head any hero agency could ask for. You were, after all, the top student graduate from UAâs Business Course and had been ushered into a condensed agency the moment you were finished taking your graduation pictures.Â
And well, if you are actually curious about the⊠villainy, you would like to uphold and continue to stress that you werenât a villain! You were just a public nuisance â like those stupid YouTubers â with the ability to garner Pro Heroesâ attention! People had no reason to scoff at what you did on the daily.
You took both of these jobs very seriously!
It was like being straight out of a comic for you!
A simple â hopefully should the heroes youâre in charge of not be stupid â nine to five job by day, and a badass, crime-committing, sexy as shit villain by night! How could anyone ever hate you for your lifestyle! How could anyone ever hate you?!
But we are all noisy people, and everyone wondered just why you became a villain because you had a beautifully stable job with an impressive salary! Why would such an amazing woman such as yourself dabble in the evilness of humanity?Â
Well, you did have an answer for the public.
âWhy do you engage in evil, villainous schemes?â the reporter deadpans, absolutely and utterly not being paid enough to humor you in this forced interview.
The public loved drama, pizazz, a little showmanship even from what they deemed humanities worst! So, you told the world why you chose to be evil instead of good:
âBecause I want to be!â you grin, flashing a pose as you make your away from the interviewer you had very much illegally forced to interview you. âAnd because a hero killed my cat!â
Of course, that was a lie! Why would you ever hand over the real reason as to why you decided to become a villain! Youâd be laughed right out of Japan, possibly be murdered by a horde of fangirls!
For you see, there was one reason and one reason alone as to why you decided to take your place within the villainy hall of fame. Why you chose to do more in your day outside of your already demanding job.
And that one reason was: Pro Hero Deku, civilian name Midoriya Izuku.
Now, trying not to come off as some creepy, weirdo, stalker fangirl, you could fully admit that you were in love with the stupidly large hunk of a man that debuted as an official pro a year before you graduated from high school.Â
You remember how the world was finally recovering from the year-long nightmare that had ensued. To be honest, you were stupidly surprised you had even managed to graduate, given that most of schooling had become somewhat of a joke.
FIVE YEARS AGO, MARCH, 2XXX:
It had been in the evening, the clear blue sky becoming ruby red and blood orange as you made your way out of campus. The air somehow smelled of sweet hay and gasoline, but you didnât mind. There was hardly anyone out at this time, most students had made their way home already, and the only sounds were the moving cars of businessmen just trying to get back home.
There really wasnât any reason to suspect anything to go wrong, this was a simple daily walk back home after school that wasnât like any other. But then there had been a loud pop, an ever louder screech, and finally, you managed to whip your head in time to see a car tumbling through the air straight at you.Â
There was hardly any time to think, even less to react, and the only thing you knew was that you were not going to survive.
You braced yourself, eyes clenching and body curling, your mind screaming because this was not going to be the way things ended. But before it could happen, before the car could come down upon you and squish you like a bug under a shoe, something picked you up and you were weightless.
Waiting for an impact that never came, the tears that were endlessly streaming down your face were suddenly stopped by rough, warm fingers smoothly wiping them away.
âHey, itâs okay! Youâre safe now!â a voice says softly to you, endearingly warm and comforting. âIâm here, donât worry.â
âAm I⊠did I die?â you whisper, unsure if you even want the answer, your eyes remaining closed because you refused to open them up to some angel that could confirm your death. âGod, what an embarrassing way to die!â
âOh â um, no! Youâre not dead! I promise!â the voice laughs brightly, just softly enough that you believe him and not be entirely horrified by the amused reaction. Your eyes crack open slowly, just barely peering back into the world, still half praying you werenât dead. But all you saw was green.Â
Green eyes, green hair, green clothes.
You blink, once, twice, realizing only then you were staring into the eyes of a boy about your age.
He had curly hair, freckles littering his face, and eyes that easily pierced through your very soul.
Without meaning to, your breath stopped, frozen in your lungs as you were captivated by a handsome man with a curving, beautiful smile.Â
âSee, I told you it was okay!â he teased you, head cocking to the side as he grinned largely.
The action itself seemed to strangle the strangest noise out of your mouth as you realized suddenly and immediately that your face was burning and all you could think was:
A cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, acuteherorescuedme!
âSorry about that scare! I wouldâve caught that car sooner, but I wasnât paying attention to who was around!â the green boy apologized, bowing deeply in front of you in his apology. âThereâs a commotion just up ahead, so I recommend you take the next road over.â
You nod numbly, unable to conjure even the slightest hint of your voice again as he stood up to his full length. He was average in height it seemed, taller than you, but still not towering. The hero looked behind his shoulder, those big green eyes focusing onto the distance, onto something you couldnât even begin to imagine â or see, really. He blinked and turned back to you, smile gone but the gentle aura to him remained, but now his face, his mouth, was underlined with a sense of urgency and engagement to whatever sent a vehicle tumbling your way.
âWhich train do you take home?â he asked, eyebrows relaxing from his stern position, as his smile picked up again. âIâll take you closer to your station!â
âB train,â you manage to wheeze out â unable to be the reason why he was held up but also confused as to just what he could do to get you closer to the station that was at least a mile away from here.
âPerfect! I know where that is!â he laughs for just a moment, and before you could even ask if this was going to be some escorted thing â because you definitely did not need it â his arms were fastly secured around you, and suddenly you were weightless.
A cold wind rushed against your face, nipping at your nose, cheeks, and ears, sending your hair flying around â into your mouth! Oh, you were screaming! You were soaring through the skyline, being held by some hero you couldnât name, and you were screeching at the top of your lungs.
Making the mistake of looking down, your arms were suddenly around his shoulders, your voice growing even sharper and louder as you squeezed against his body and refused to let go. His hands, despite the gloves, were warm on your back, and his soft chuckle warming you from nose to toes as he secured his grip on you.
âI got you,â he spoke, âI wonât let you go, I promise.â
Those words donât exactly ease you, but thereâs a comfort to the genuinity to his words. You nod nonetheless, your face buried deep into his neck. The cold wind continues to whip around you, the only thing sounding in your ears is the cruel whipping wind and quiet city below.
âIâm landing now,â he informed you, body shifting in the wind, and reflexively, you clung even tighter to him, expecting the similar stomach dropping motion of a roller coaster going straight down. âYouâre â ack â c-choking me!â
The knowledge of that, hearing the strain and entirely unhidden sound of him choking against the current chokehold you had on him, you released him entirely with a shriek of your own. Was it a smart move? No, definitely not because you were how many hundreds â if not thousands â of feet in the air with a quirk that could not, and would not save you.
âItâs okay! Iâm fine!â he quickly said, his arms shifting around your waist as you felt your body weight drop just the smallest bit. To which your focus landed to the concrete floor so far down, and you began screaming again. He panicked just a bit too. âY-Youâre okay too! Weâre landing! Weâre landing!â
Soon, but not soon enough, the concrete floor came underneath your feet, and you practically felt your knees buckle underneath you. The train station behind you was practically invisible, and you felt the floor come in contact with your knees, and you collapsed onto your hands and knees. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you wheezed and panted, unable to move from your position.Â
âHey, look, we made it!â he laughed gently, probably being said in hopes that you would feel better. (It did make you feel slightly better, his laugh was light and pretty to listen to.) You could feel him approaching you, iron covered red shoes appearing before your vision. Looking up, you saw that the young hero was crouching, his face holding a wobbly smile that was earnest, worried, and full of unspoken hope. âI do need to get back, but before I do, are you good enough to be left alone?â
You blinked your soaked eyelashes at him, still largely unable to say anything at the cute hero in front of you who had a few scratches on his cheek, right below his freckles.
âY-Yeah, um,â you say, your tongue cotten and lead in your dry mouth. âI-Iâll be fine, I think.â
The green eyed hero nods, offering you a hand and assisting you to your trembling legs, âThatâs good to hear!â he chirped, his wobbly smile becoming a grand, bright grin. âYou were really brave! I was impressed!â
Now, you were an idiot at times, but even you could spot a stupid lie. Still, hearing it said with such honesty, as if this hero who was no taller than five foot eight truly believed it, made something bubble in your chest, and soon you found yourself laughing.
âNo need to lie to me, h-hero,â you manage to speak between stammering breaths, âthank you for saving me, though. I appreciate it.â
You grin crookedly at him, and to your utter delight, he reciprocates it.
âItâs the least I can do. Iâd offer to take you home but⊠Iâm not quite finished yet,â he says, and you can only nod, the conversation obviously reaching its last strides. You watch as he floats up, his eyes looking at you, but somehow focused how many miles away from where he had brought you from. âStay safe?â
âIâll try my best,â you agree to his question, hands clasping before your lap. âFinish the job quick, hero?â
He grins, âIâll try my best.â
You feel a breathless sort of laugh escape you as you watch him beginning to shoot back up, but a sort of horror shoots through you as you rush forward, running right after him, hands cupping around your mouth as you scream:
âWhatâs your name?!â
The blur of green in the air freezes, and you stop running as you see green eyes and freckles focusing back onto you.
âDeku! My hero name is Deku!â
You stop at the curb of the street, eyes focused on the sky as the green eyed hero named Deku grins one last time before shooting off at a speed probably much faster than when he held onto you. The wind blows around you, and you can only feel the heat sitting on your cheeks and the way youâre smiling as you stare after his figure that's long, long gone.
âDeku...â you whisper to yourself, ignorant to the world of commuters beginning to appear at the station. âThank you.â
And thus came the very apparent and obvious day in which you fell head over heels for Pro Hero Deku.
Now some people called you a stupid fangirl, obsessive stalker, and sometimes, yeah, you were obsessive and weird about your slight infatuation with a stranger. It was strange, you knew that! But you also knew that you had practically no chances of ever being able to woe the man behind the image of Deku because Midoriya Izuku practically existed as Deku 24/7.
After you graduated from high school, you were put into the same agency that was currently holding Deku. Without tooting your own rom-com obsessed horn too much, you fully expected to walk in and be handed Dekuâs file as his PR manager and be able to thank him for not only saving you all that time ago, but also eventually sweep him off his feet.Â
But your reputation preceded you well, probably too well, because the first day you entered the office and was handed your list of three clients to work with, neither one was for Deku. Being a PR manager for heroes was hard, a job that practically held no set hours because, unlike your typical celebrities, heroes had no type of privacy or protection. They were constantly under the spotlight, being viewed by adoring fans and scornful critics. Your job served as the first line of defense for heroes against the public, and there were some heroes that were quite hilariously easy to work for because they were genuinely good.
The older PR managers typically held the quieter, easy tempered, or less combat heavy heroes. These heroes typically never had a bad thing said about them, their job was a glorified PA job but even less because there was no expected demands from the heroes they had to take in. Unless, of course, a hero wanted to do some sort of public event they hadnât considered.Â
But there were the louder, quick to temper, or the heavy combat heroes that while made you an insane amount of money, also brought you a near 120 hour work week because there was so much to do, so much to consider, so much to keep your eyes on. There was the constant slander, the people who hated the louder, quick to temper heroes because they didnât like their attitude, completely disregarding that they had been unsafe and a liability the entire time the hero was dealing with them. The talk shows that took months to convince to allow for an interview because they heard false rumors, and so you have to practically wrestle a boa constrictor to get a measly five minute interview done. And then the combat-heavy heroes⊠no one would ever shut up about building damages and how this hero broke his nose while he was stealing a store!Â
Not to mention having to have every single piece of social media on your phone, set to notify you whenever your clients names were brought up so that you could look at it. Youâve seen more than enough lewd drawings of your clients to last you a lifetime, enough fanfiction, and fan edits that left you with blazing cheeks and the need to never look at your client ever again. But mostly you checked each and every update because you were their first and only line of legal defense on these sorts of things.
Youâve taken down leaked nudes, fake news, and qualmed rumors and speculations.
It was hard.
So when you were shown to your desk on your first day and three files were handed to you, you were shocked to see the hero names you would be working with.
Dynamight
Phantom Thief
Shouto
Somehow, without having yet to speak with a single one of your now current clients, you knew that you were going to have your work cut out for you.
âGood luck newbie!â the woman who gave you the initial tour chirped, clapping you on the back. âYou got this!â
Good lord.
Without much to do other than reading through the threeâs files, you realized that you already knew a bunch about two of three of your clients. DynaMight and Shouto were two heroes that you knew teamed up with and hung out with Deku a lot, both on-field and off-field if any of the out of costume pictures said anything. Because of their connection with Deku, you had at one point learned a bit about them.
You knew that Shouto was a crowd favorite. He was tall and sweet and a complete airhead at the best moments despite him being smart. Controversy still surrounded his character, despite all the good he did, because of the past history that was brought out about his father Endeavor and his brother Dabi. The country couldnât figure out where they stood in terms of that reveal. Endeavor did a lot before the reveal, and continued to rise up to everything in his path despite the skeletons in his closet being thrown out for the world to see. They neither forgave him, nor hated him, they only watched and waited. Then Dabi, of course, was seen as a could-have-been version of Shouto, and many tried to ask if he was really a hero and not actually siding with the League. After all, why on Earth would he be defensive of his father too?
The public had an unmoving image of Shouto based on anything but who he was as an individual, and you decided immediately that it would be your job to fix that. He was also, after all, a dear friend of Deku, so youâd do anything.
Phantom Thief was your easiest of the three clients. A relatively well mannered man who was kind and a bit weird in a fun way. He had a great sense of self and was a reliable person on the field. He made a great hero, but you could see the way his spirit blazed with an unspoken rivalry between him and the other two of your clients. Well, it seemed like he was the best until his former self appointed rivals came into the picture, but that was hardly ever, and according to Shouto, he was way worse back in their first year.Â
The greatest scandal heâs had so far in your three years of working at their agency was the one time he was lied to about a quirk and accidentally copied a woman's quirk that gave her the ability to change her cup size. Safe to say that Phantom Thief accidentally broke a few buttons on his shirt and was unable to stop civilians from snapping pictures.Â
But of course, the one that had you practically crying yourself to sleep nightly for more than one reason was Dynamight.
Youâd known about him the moment you looked up Deku on your phone.
They were practically a hero duo in everything but name. They were always seen doing the same things together, whether that be on patrol together or maybe getting dinner, most of their top recorded fights were done with each other by their sides. You had also learned that they were childhood friends, and you practically vibrated at the thought that even though Deku was not your client, the chances of meeting him were still astronomically high.
There was no way you wouldnât not meet Deku!
But you were wrong, so very, very wrong.
Turns out the hero duo in everything but name meant that Dynamight refused to let Deku be anywhere near him in the agency â the very small amount of time they spent in here. The few times they were in the same room, Dynamight absolutely refused to be interrupted because that was their paperwork hour. You had only ever been blessed with seeing green curls turning the corner as Dynamight gripped your forearm, refusing to let you follow.
âLike hell Iâll let you distract the shitnerd,â he stated simply, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at you. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your not so innocent intentions. âIâm not stupid, so donât pretend like you wonât try anything.â
Your jaw snapped shut.
Safe to say that you couldnât do anything about Deku so long as Dynamight was around.
But Dynamight as a client was exhausting to put it kindly.
There were so many opinions and thoughts and issues and praises coming from everywhere. Hell, even the fucking Americans and westerners had caught wind of the Wonder Duo at one point and while you were well knowledgable on their opinions on Deku, the ones on Dynamight were the ones that you had to focus on now.
People still called him a villain, so many unhappy with the fact that he still screamed and cursed and threatened. There were many conspiracy theories that he was working with the long dead League of Villains. They turned their nose up at the fact that he was childhood friends with Deku, claiming that no way an asshole like him could have ever been friends with him. And of course the bullying revelation that had come out shortly after your debut.Â
That had been a trip, one that had you even shocked as Dynamight approached the table in front of the media, his body calm and composed. You had watched as he simply said he owed nothing to the media, that he had already done all that he could to deserve his atonement and deserve Dekuâs forgiveness. He had spoken clearly, concisely that it wasnât any of their damn business as to what he did, and if he apologized to them, the unaffected, the ones that had nothing to do with his early years of bullying Deku, of his previous weakness and insecurity, it would be a waste of his breath.Â
It isnât to them he should ever be apologizing to anyways.
You had watched as he stood up, face calm, and hands shoved into his pockets as he stood and walked away despite the screaming reporters. You had wanted to stay longer, have your own hand in damage control, but a swoop of green came in and Deku was at the microphone eyebrows furrowed as he pointed a finger at them all and said that his past with Kacchan was between him and Kacchan only, and his decision to forgive Kacchan were his and only his.
You didnât hear the rest, didnât even get the option to hear the way the hero you loved defended the hero you worked for â his childhood friend.
No.
Dynamight had grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the room with him, the metal doors clanging closed the moment fierce green eyes met yours.
You watched in the company car as Dynamight looked outside the window, one elbow on the doorframe holding his chin; his gaze focused sharply on nothing but the passing sidewalk. Had it not been for the way the hand on top of his lap trembled, you would have thought he was perfectly okay.
Neither one of you talked about that again.
But just because you didnât talk about it again, didnât mean the world was the same. People claimed he brainwashed Deku, others demanded that Deku beat the shit out of Dynamight. You knew that Dynamight would want nothing to do with this, but you would stay in the office (an almost useless, empty office as most PR managers did their business at home) for hours long after you were supposed to be gone, practically arguing with someone who only existed behind a screen and didnât even care that much â but you couldnât stop.
Seeing Dynamightâs shaking hand had really done a number on you.
âThe hell are you still doing here, eyelashes,â Dynamite asked from the dark entrance of the floor. âGo home already, donât waste your time.â
You had startled at the initial intrusion, but you immediately relaxed seeing the smudged paint around red eyes and blond hair. You barely kept your gaze on him before turning back to your computer and continuing your argument.
âIâm not wasting my time, Iâm doing my job,â you remark, eyes squinting at your keyboard because your vision is definitely blurry. âIâll be heading out soon anyways.â
âGod youâre fucking annoying and stubborn!â Dynamight barked, the heel of his hand slamming into his forehead. âThis is exactly why I wonât introduce you to the fucking nerd!âÂ
âWhat?!â you shriek, suddenly looking at your client as if he had personally attacked you â and in a way he did. âWhat do you mean you wonât introduce me to Deku because of that?! Iâve already met Red Riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane, and Pinky through you!â
âYeah, because theyâre not stubborn idiots too!â Dynamight accuses, jamming a gloved finger at you as he begins stomping your way. You startle, your chair shooting backward as the explosion hero makes his way towards you at alarming speed.
âWhat are youâ?!â you shriek, hands flailing about as he grabs you by the collar of your distressed shirt.
Dynamight lifts you up to your feet as if you were a sack of flour and you grasp onto his forearm.
âI might tell you that youâre the most annoying and stubborn bitch in the world, but youâre not worse than fucking Deku,â Dynamight sneers, his red eyes narrowed and stern. âIâm not going to let you meet him until you learn how to give or youâll hurt him, and Iâm not going to be part of any reason as to why he gets hurt again.â
Your jaw dropped, clearly offended, but you closed it just as fast; the weight of his words made you a bit sad, even for just a bit.
âYouâre kinda cute when you care for Deku, you sure Iâm his biggest fan?â you tease, grinning at the hero to which he rolls his eyes.
âShut the hell up and go home already; itâs annoying seeing you fight a losing battle thatâs none of your damn business,â Dynamight simply said, putting you back onto your feet and blocking out your desk.Â
âIâll go home on the condition that for my birthday you at least consider introducing us!â you say, unwilling to move from your spot. âIâve been working for you for three years! Youâve kept me away for three years!â
Dynamightâs stare didnât even shift the slightest millimeter, his red eyes unamused as you groaned in grief and annoyance.
âIâm stubborn? Have you met yourself?!â you grumble snatching your jacket and purse from the hook on your cubicle and shoving them on. âMy names God of Explosion Murder: Dynamight and I am Stubbornâą but will never admit it.â
You continued mocking your long time client and most definitely friend if you dared to say so, and dragged the heel of your foot all the way to the elevator to which you were joined by Dynamight. The trip down the elevator is silent, and you keep your gaze locked on the closed doors, unwilling to even look at the hero next to you.
Soon enough, the elevator reached the ground floor, and you got ready to walk out.
âIâll consider it,â Dynamight said as the elevator doors opened. âAlso, fucking stop calling me Dynamight, Bakugouâs fine.â
He walked off the elevator with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.
âThank you, Bakugou!â you shriek, your lungs failing you at the thought of finally being introduced to Deku! You hadnât moved from your spot from the elevator, your chest hammering with the thought of getting to meet Deku.
âDonât get your hopes up, youâre still irritatingly stubborn,â Bakugou merely calls over his shoulder before lifting his hand in a halfhearted wave before stepping out of the glass door.
That brought you back to reality just a bit and you scowled, knowing you would have to go beyond and above to prove that.Â
But you see, there were many reasons to cry about having Bakugou as your client. Besides the stinkhole of his previous bullying, people just were not understanding his typically prickly exterior. You had to go head to head with reputation tarnished, had to slap fangirls away who demanded that Bakugou degrade them where they stood. It was hard to not be stubborn as not only his PR manager but his friend, and in less than a month, still plenty of time before your birthday, you had already grown irritated of the meeting-Deku-card he waved over your head.
âMei, if I have to go any longer than this, I will die and hope I am reborn as Dekuâs new guardian angel,â you pouted, chin pressed against a cold metal tabletop. Your hands being used as glove models for one of your best friends Hatsume Mei. âItâs first of all impossible getting anywhere near him with his guard dog Bakugou literally stopping me whenever Iâm within a ten foot radius! And then Iâm not even sure what will happen when we do meet again! Would I even be able to talk to him?!â
âWhy wouldnât you? You talk to all my babies with me! Thereâs practically nothing you canât do,â Mei laughs, smacking you against your back before returning her intense gaze back to the gloves. âDekuâs uh⊠I actually canât remember him but Iâm sure heâs a great conversationalist! I think he helped me with the Sports Festival my first year.â
 âThat was Iida,â you laugh, wiggling your fingers as Mei demanded. âYouâre so bad with names and faces, Iâm impressed you know mine.â
âYou saved my baby, of course I remember you,â Mei turned her grin towards you, âbut come on, why canât you get with him besides this Bakugou guy?â
âWell, heâs just like Bakugou! Heâs practically married to his job! Their schedules basically match together perfectly! Thereâs literally only three hours a day while theyâre on the job that theyâre not together! And thatâs when they patrol their own parts of town because thereâs hardly any activity they donât need to be attached by the neck.â You explain and rant, your cheeks puffing as you stand up and allow Mei to run further tests on the glove.Â
âSounds like you gotta become a villain to woo this hero guy, huh,â Mei spoke, eyes focused on the glove as you pointed a finger at the far wall and watched as a beam exploded from the fingertip and pierced through the steel wall like butter. âToo bad youâre a goody two-shoes or else I could make you some serious villain gear and make you a fearsome villain to then prove that Hatusme Meiâs babies and creations are untouchable and the best in the world! Muah-ha-ha-ha!â
You know her words are more joking than serious, but that doesnât stop your eyes from widening. Your body shifts over to where she was standing and you screech pointing at her and just narrowly missing setting off the laser again.Â
âTHAT'S IT!â
âWhatâs it?â she asked, completely confused.
âYou have to make me a villain!â you exclaim, rushing over to Mei, who is eagerly waiting for her babies returnal especially since it ran perfectly. âYou have to make me near-invisible gear that can keep me going toe to toe with Deku until I can seduce him!â
âYou want to turn evil?â Mei questions, finger pressing quizzically to her chin. âThat doesnât seem right.â
âI am definitely not villainous to pull that off, but like I pretend to be a villain so that he talks to me and we can like get to know each other!â you exclaim, youâre unable to keep from hopping up and down on your feet, your grin unfathomably bright. âIt's practically a romcom in the making!â
âI donât know if thatâs a good idea,â Mei laughs, altering the band of fabric around your waist. âYou do know heroes and villains hardly speak? Itâs more like⊠âIâm more powerful,â âNo me!,â âNo, ME!ââ
âUm, Iâm pretty sure thatâs not true, but whatever! Iâll figure out a way!â you continue on unaffected because this plan was genius! Especially if you had Mei in your corner?! Her recent development of not using such⊠steampunk designs made her creations elusive and dangerous to own. Hence why she was an extremely sought out manufacturer, by villains and heroes alike. âAnd if I can go toe to toe with Deku of all people, youâll know that you and your babies are the undeniable best!â
âHm, that is promising,â Mei agrees with a nod as she forces you around. âIs this Deku guy all that good?â
âHeâs the one you made the iron soles for!â you chirp and watch as the recognition and challenge spark immediately in Meiâs yellow eyes.
âOh,â Mei chuckles, turning away from you and looking at her pile of made babies. âThis would be good.â
âSo we have an agreement?â you grin excitedly.Â
âGive me a month, and weâll have your debut!â
Fuck Bakugou for thinking you werenât good enough!
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You hadnât expected the initial phases of villainy to be quite as hard as it was, if you were being honest. The late nights at Meiâs personal lab made sure to keep your plans a solid secret, but you had to prepare for the wild range of what Dekuâs quirk entailed.
There was smoke, something you were already used to working in because of Bakugou and his quirk. Youâve navigated quite a bit in his smog, and as long as you knew where you were, you would be fine.Â
There was also that danger sense, which allowed him to know when things were coming â something that shouldnât be too big an issue considering you werenât actually attempting to extract danger onto him.Â
Blackwhip was a big issue. How far or how much could you do if he even grabbed a hold of you. With sleuthing and the help of Mei having files on everyone's quirks, you were able to find information that blackwhip was a creation made of energy. Meaning that Mei was now making some type of destructing material to lessen the energy of the quirk, allowing for you to escape should he attempt to capture you this way.
Float was stopped by having most of your fights occur within a confined area, which was needed for you anyways! You didnât need to be caught by anyone else but him! You didnât actually need to land in jail â you would prefer to not be handled by anyone but Deku, actually.
Then of course the stupid superstrength and superspeed, both of which you knew you could handle with your quirk. Youâve been head to head with people with quirks similar to that before, and you knew your quirk was tricky enough that youâd manage to slip right past his fingers just fine. After all, you knew full and well that the Deku who took down S class villains was worlds quicker than F class villains â aka you.
You would be fine.
But today was day one, first of how many days it would take to get Pro Hero Deku, aka Midoriya Izuku to fall in love with you.Â
You were dressed in a black and purple bodysuit that was definitely not inspired by Shego from Kim Possibleâs costume. Your hair was dyed purple by a special spray Mei created that would be washed out by the end of the day, but wouldnât ever give away that it was fake. You wore a mask over your eyes, and grinned seeing that you couldnât see a fleck of color on your irises.Â
Perfect.
And with far too much confidence, nauseating excitement, and unjustified attitude, you marched down towards your first spot, ready and adopting the identity of who you were about to become.
Mirage.
It was time to act. Deku and Dynamight were on different patrol routes right now, and you sent your threat, readying for the moment for the man in green to come in with the desire to stop you. With the very real threat of stealing every puppy within the tristate area being broadcasted within the area unless and hero bests you, you waited for your savior to come and stop you.
âI am here to stop your villainous acts, you villain!â a voice shattered the silence just as it shattered your heart. You looked over your shoulder to see some hero you couldnât name standing at the other stairwell entrance with his fists clenched and ready to fight.Â
You groaned, shoulders crumbling with your well hidden disappointment.
âI wasnât looking for you!â you exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the flabbergasted hero who was just trying to figure out what was happening. âWhereâs Deku?!â
âHeâs â heâs not here yet,â he stammers, eyes wide. âItâs not his day anymore to patrol this area?â
âAw fuck!â you complain, pouting at the realization that you had messed up. âOkay, Iâll be back later, please donât come back. Bye!â
With a small wave, you easily stepped through the door to the stairwell next to you and left, your threat empty and the hero victorious despite not actually stopping you. And unfortunately, although you had wished and prayed even, this was not the last time a screw up like this would happen.
At the threat of destroying all the cats in the area, you had another hero show up, not Deku, and you groaned and left before they could even finish their call of stopping you.
You then threatened to poison the watering system, to which you found out that Deku was held up at another major villain threat in a different city. You groaned and stomped off after that.Â
Then there was the time you swore you would increase the overall temperature of the city per one degree celsius should your demands not be made. Shouto answered that one and you immediately walked away the moment you saw the familiar head of red and white coming your way.
Time and time again you kept being caught by heroes you could not care about, being confronted by no names and nobodies. It was tiring, and Mei was beginning to sigh just the smallest bit whenever you showed up to try yet again.
But you werenât a quitter!
You would win!
This was your last attempt at getting Deku to notice you.
After threatening to wrap all the citizens in the area with a giant froot by the foot, you were almost sad to say that the heroes ignored your cry for chaos and no one had come to check on you.
You sat outside the building you used as your trap for Deku, pouting into a hot dog that the neighborhood's grandma gave you because you looked like you needed something to eat. Itâs a good thing you werenât actually a villain or else theyâd be fucked, you bitterly thought as you took another bite of your food.Â
It had been a month of empty, no Deku appearances, and you were going to bite the bullet and pretend to be not stubborn just so stupid Bakugou of all people could introduce you.
You kicked your feet as you sat on the staircase, humming as you watched the empty streets bend with the wind. It was quiet, beautiful, peaceful.
âYOU!â a voice shrieked to your left, and you watched a pudgy, red nosed man racing over towards you, a flash drive clenched in his hands. âTAKE THIS! RUN! DONâT LET THE HEROES TAKE IT!â
You gawked at him, feeling the small plastic device being shoved into your hands as the man collapsed at your feet. You squeaked when you heard a voice yelling stop and you bounced to your feet, turned into the building and raced in.
Your breathing was erratic, heart in your throat as you raced up the stairwell, unable to begin to imagine what the hell the information on the flash drive held. You were practically hyperventilating as you reached the floor you had come to know extremely well, and you stood near the window with shaky hands and legs.
What did you take?!
âIâm going to need that back, Iâm afraid,â a low smooth voice said from behind you, and you froze immediately. Old anxiety overcome by a new anxiety, one that made your stomach flip and blood burn.Â
Turning around, you felt awestruck to see the one man youâve been waiting for⊠for fucking years now, really, to appear before you, finally be there. In the flesh, completely, entirely. Your jaw dropped, your gaze looking down from your clenched hand that held the USB to the way that Deku looked at you with warm eyes that were underlined with steel that made you want to drop to your knees, confess everything, and beg to be his. God, he was so fucking tall. He had only been about five foot eight the last time you had actually talked, and now he was at least a foot taller. His teenager haircut was long gone, now replaced with his curls trimmed at the nape of his neck before filling out on top â not quite an undercut. He had more freckles now, surely. His skin just a bit tanner, a scar trailing from his cheek to his jaw. You knew there were more scars, just as you knew that there were dimples when he smiled.
You wanted to have him between your legs while you begged for mercy, holy shit.
Tucking the USB into your pocket, you tilted your head as you will yourself to relax.
âI went through all the trouble of getting it... I think if Iâm going to hand it over quickly, I deserve to know whatâs on it, no?â you tease, your confidence coming out of nowhere while a smile spreads ever so largely over your features. Dekuâs eyes widened just a bit, shock overcoming his green eyes.
âIâm sorry, but thatâs confidential,â Deku stresses, taking a step forward toward you. You click your tongue, taking a step backward while grinning.
âI donât think thatâs what I asked for,â you giggle as you watch Dekuâs face go through an array of emotions before settling onto one â curiosity.
âWhat do you want?â he asked, apparently entirely ready to discuss any and all terms and conditions with you.
âHonestly?â you reply, tapping a gloved finger to your chin as you âthink.â Deku, however, nods. His stance relaxing, becoming one of preparedness but not the takedown he had previously entered with.
âA date with you.â
You watch as Dekuâs eyes slam wide open, his jaw dropping immediately and he stammered. Oh, how your heart soared and how you felt giddy and wonderful as he seemed to slip and slide on his own tongue!
âA-A date?!â he ends up almost shrieking, his head shaking left and right. âT-Thatâs a total lie! You canât possibly â well, no! Please tell me the truth!â
But you were giddy, practically drunk off the fact that you were making the most powerful hero in the world blush like a little schoolboy. You suddenly were on the offensive, stepping towards your hero who was much larger than you with power and drive behind each step. And it must have been the way you stared him down, the way you walked towards him at blank range with such brimming confidence that Deku takes a step back. But itâs something that makes you want to laugh as the heel of his foot gets caught on a raised tile, and you watch the mountain of a man tumble to the floor.
Youâre on top of him immediately, hands pressed to his shoulders, knee settling near his crotch with most of your weight so he got the idea to not do anything funny. The USB sits between your fingers, and you lean over his flushed face that looks up at you with wide eyes.
âActually, I changed my mind, I know what I want,â you say instead, nose ghosting over his. âEverytime I decide to do something⊠naughty⊠I want you to be the hero on the case to stop me. You and just you.â
You lean in closer, so close that you could see the specks of gold in his green, green eyes.
Deku hasnât spoken, and youâre pretty sure his chest isnât moving as you press your breasts against his.
âUnderstood, De-ku?â
Your teeth tug at his bottom lip and let go as he nods.
âGood, good,â you grin, sitting up on his chest and taking the USB in your fingers and slipping it into his utility belt. âTake good care of that for me, Iâll see you next time, heroâŠâ
You had only managed to flash a quick wave before disappearing through your usual door, hoping and praying to god that whatever the hell possessed you would continue until you reached Meiâs. It wouldnât hit you until much, much later than you had stunned Pro Hero Deku speechless within the first meeting.
Hell, you thought giddily as you answered Bakugouâs call about how he probably just got into a bit of a messy situation, maybe you do have the potential to woo him like this.Â
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Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.
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It was quickly accepted and discovered that the moment you stepped into that costume and colored hair that you were the prey for Deku and Deku only. Most of your interactions with Deku occurred within buildings, and you used Meiâs gear to gain the final laugh each and every time to allow for you to escape. There were times, however, where you could be seen racing through the sky. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop as Deku followed after you, leaping, tumbling, and even catching you at times.Â
You flirted with him heavily, allowing yourself to be caught so that you could bat your pretty lashes and press your chest against his. It didnât matter how professional he was, how good at his job he was, Deku was a pervert â so obviously a pervert it made slipping away almost too easy.
But because you had the world-renowned, world known Pro Hero Deku as the only hero on your case, soon the small block who had to play victims to your horrendous crimes became only a small percentage of people who were watching your crimes. These near daily crimes (or inconveniences/botherings as the people on the internet say to defend you and your actions) are becoming both a worldwide sensation, and so, it took nothing for you to continue having Deku at your feet and the world chipped in. So you agreed to do interviews, forcing uneager reporters to do segments on you so that the hype behind you and Dekuâs relationship grew.
You didnât want him to leave you, not until you got what you wanted, and unless you were an idiot, you were nearly positive you were almost there.
Why would you say that?
Well, a few reasons.
The first came about a week after you had first met Deku again.
You had joyously gathered the means to create a machine to shave down an eighth of an inch of everyone's shoes in the entire country of Japan without their knowledge. You had ever so evilly explained that the point of this was to ensure that for a full day, everyone would feel off and unbalanced but would not know why.
You had said this, grinning widely as you turned around to see Deku standing there attempting to fight off a very amused smile.Â
âI donât think that would be all too evil, Mirage,â he called out to you, arms folding across his chest as he watched you set up the machine to do exactly what you said you would do.
âMm, thatâs what you say now, but just wait until youâre one of the losers stumbling around,â you say back, grinning as you turn around for just a second, wagging the knife at Deku from the distance.Â
âWell, regardless, you know I canât let you do that,â Deku laughs just slightly, and you grin, standing up.
âOh, yeah?â
âYes, so Iâm going to have to ask you to stop right there.â
You giggle.
âMake me.â
Youâre not sure what happens, but thereâs dodging and weaving, spinning and sliding. Youâre practically wheezing from how hard youâre laughing as Deku can not manage to land a finger on you with the help of Meiâs items and your quirk. It all comes to an end when instead of dodging, you throw yourself right at him, and Deku has not anticipated that.Â
His eyes are wide open and you fiercely grin as he falls back onto the floor, unbalanced and only slightly frantic. You have the knife pointed at his neck, the dull blade sitting gently on his skin.
âSo, Deku,â you taunt teasingly, your teeth burying into your bottom lip for just a moment at the sight of the dark flash in his green, beautiful eyes. âTell me one thing, or Iâll continue on with my vile plans.â
âO-Okay?â
âAre you single?â
The second attempt came a few many weeks later.Â
You had gathered about 75 tons of glitter bombs and were in the current process of making them one. You had plans of setting it off over Tokyo so that for practically the rest of eternity, the entire city would have glitter everywhere. The only thing is that you did have to glue the glitter bombs together because, well, no one made super giant ones.
âThis is so annoying, thereâs glitter everywhere, and Iâm only ten glitter bombs in!â you complain to the âemptyâ room but knowing full and well that Deku had appeared through the broken window at least five minutes ago.
âIf itâs annoying to you, then shouldnât you stop?â Deku replied and you grinned.Â
He really couldnât stay quiet, huh?
âWell, if itâs annoying to me, then that means every one of my victims will also find it annoying. Win-win situation.â you say, turning around towards him and winking. Facing back towards the glitter bombs you scowl, âstupid fucking glue gets everywhere, too!â
âRegardless, you know I canât let you do that,â Deku said as leveled as he could although you swore you heard a laugh in his voice.
âJust try and stop me,â you reply back stone cold.
You stand up and watch as Deku stands up from the windowsill and sighs just a bit too heavily.
âGuess I have to,â he says and shoots out before youâre well prepared.
Typically, and probably in any other situation, this would have been the end. Pro Hero Deku had come at you with the speed and power as he took out any other Class F criminals, but unfortunately for him, and definitely fortunately for you that glue was EVERYWHERE.
Dekuâs hand was stuck onto your arm, and your chest was glued to his stomach, and you swear you never quite got the strawberry Deku references until right now.
The perverted hero burned scarlet, his face practically simmering with heat as your body became undeniably stuck to his. You had to fight off the vindictive smirk, the practically snarling grin as you could feel something hot and heavy twitch at your hip.
âFuck,â Deku wheezed.
âFuck, yeah,â you grinned.
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âWHAT?!â
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Deku could not look you in the eyes for about 10 more interactions following that, but you counted that as a win. But undoubtedly, your starred and favorite memory of it all was something that occurred just last week of the current present events.
You had stood on top of a building, threatening the entire government of stealing (i.e., cutting off) the aglet of their shoes and sweaters and then removing all the laces so that it would result in their wasted time and entire humiliation!
âI donât think most people even know what aglets are, to be honest,â Deku said from behind you. You turned around to see that he was standing there with an unsuppressed grin. âItâs not a good enough threat.â
You go unfazed by his judgement, choosing to instead bat your eyelashes and push your hair behind your ear.
âNot a good enough threat, and yet, youâre still here?â you tease, enjoying the way pink flushes to his cheeks.
âWhere else would I be?â he says, and you have to ignore the way your stomach fills with butterflies.Â
âYouâre not cute when you flirt back,â you deadpan, biting your tongue harshly when he says âhey!â âEnough chit chat, let me kick your ass now and then do what I need to do.â
Unlike probably what is 95% of the time, you made the first move today.Â
You were on the offensive, jabbing and weaving, sweeping and punching. Dekuâs green eyes were nearly black as he watched you, analyzing and taking in your movements, countering them all without so much of an issue.
âI still donât get your quirk,â Deku grunted as his hand swiped at the empty air. âWhy wonât you tell me?â
âSo then you can turn me in to the government who are still salty about their aglets? I donât think so!â you say with a laugh, rolling out of the way as Deku lunges forward. âTry again, baby, I have full faith that youâll get it.â
Deku puffed out a chuckle and lunged again, his huge gloved hand swiping at you, with nearly accuracy despite your quirk being on. But⊠he wasnât exactly perfect.
RIIIIIIIIIP!
Cold air hit your breast and your jaw dropped as your very exposed breast appeared before you and Deku. Pro Hero Deku had torn the breast of your costume, the costume that you purposefully did not wear a bra for because you had wanted this exact scenario to play out.
âDEKU!â you screech, pretending to be modest and covering your tit as Deku finally yanked himself out of staring at your breast and whipped around.Â
âOh my god, I am so sorry! I didnât think that was going to happen! I didnât even mean to look at your boob! It just sort of all happened too fast and it was very shocking! N-Not that you have an ugly boob or anything because actually I think you have a very great boob! But oh my god, I need to shut up please ignore me!â Deku spoke so fast in a matter of five seconds, and you couldnât even tell him to come back as he sprinted away.
His ears burned red and you swore even as he was gone, you could still see the red of his ears illuminating the sky.
You laugh.
âWhat a perv.â
And so, we are back to the beginning.
Back to how you forced a local news channel to read your demands so that you could hopefully take your final bow as Mirage forever.
With the threat of having a machine that would make dogs bark at a frequency for hours on end until humans eardrums broke then bleed. You made your way to your typical building and hummed as you waited.Â
The world outside was the same as always.
There were a few people out, a few cars driving through the street, and a few birds chirping here and there.
It was peaceful.
âDonât you think the new reporter thing was a bit dramatic?â Deku chuckled from behind you.
You were used to him approaching like that, used to him trying to portray being elusive and cool. In your opinion, it just made him dorky.
âNo such thing as being dramatic when Iâm trying to go head to head with the greatest hero ever,â you respond back effortlessly. You spin on your heel and look back at Deku, who is leaning against a doorframe that he most definitely is slouching on so that the top of his head doesnât hit the frame. âHi, Deku.â
âHi, y/l/n,â he says with a soft smile, one that's slightly victorious, one that makes your stomach knot in a pleasant way.
âAh, you discovered my secret identity,â you observe, grinning as you begin approaching Deku. âShould I be scared?â
âProbably not, I donât think I could do anything to you,â Deku sighs, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you too. âYouâre pretty amazing, y/l/n.â
âLetâs prove that then,â you grin while zipping forward.
As if the both of you knew that this was the end of the line, the final confrontation, the battle this time was different. It was showy, flirty, full of spins and side steps, playing a game of cat and mouse while dodging and weaving. You laughed as blackwhip dissolved around your costume, and you frowned as he began using more of his power to get from point A to point B much quicker.
Youâre not quite sure how it happened, what exactly you did wrong, or maybe Deku just finally figured out the pattern you used for your quirk because suddenly you were being tackled from behind. You shrieked as the two of you went down, his body flushed on top of you, his chest pressing to your shoulders.Â
The both of you were heaving, panting, completely out of breath from the five minutes you took playing around. He holds your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head, and the other one is on your waist. You were trapped beneath him, unable to move the absolute unit of a man above you, arms and hips weak to his weight. You shoved your hips up, attempting to shift some of his weight off you, but you froze as he choked on a breath by your ear.
Your ass was pressed against something hard, thick, and hot.
Oh.
Ohhh fuck.
It was happening.
Holy fucking shit.
Your breathing hitches as you thrusted your ass up again, confirming you were grinding on what was definitely Dekuâs hardening cock. And once again, Deku makes the prettiest, most embarrassed gravelly grunt at the back of his throat and you feel like every strand of resistance and strength snaps.
The hand on your waist pulls you even closer against his crotch, and there's lips pressing against your neck, and you absolutely lose it.Â
He kisses your neck sloppily, teeth nipping at your exposed flesh, and you grind against him, moaning and thrusting back as your body feels like it's on fire. He wanted you! He wanted you and your plan to woo him worked!
âIâve wanted this for so long,â you keen breathlessly. âWanted you so badly, Deku.â
âFuck,â Deku curses, his hips thrusting back against your clothed ass with power you couldnât fucking wait to feel. âI wanted you too. Wanted you so badly, but didnât think â holy shit.â
His hand that pins your wrists lets go of you, and moves to grab your jaw. You nearly fucking melt as his full lips slam against yours, and you moan as his lips move against yours. Thereâs something indescribable about how heâs kissing you, the want, the need, the months of suppressed tension bursting through every move and curve of his mouth. It doesnât matter to you that youâre pressed up against the concrete floor, you feel like youâve been placed into another world, an area where you can never come back.
Your arm reaches behind you and buries into his soft curls, you tug at them as your ass circles against his thrusting hips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you whine at the hot, wet muscle in your mouth, and it sends your head spinning. You canât take it anymore, you need him, want him flushed against your front.
âCan I fuck you?â Deku asks swollen lips pulling away from yours, his mouth frantic and trailing kisses up your cheeks and down your jaw. âPlease, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck you on the floor and against the wall. Can I make you mine?â
You nod your head frantically, unable to come up with the words to say in order to tell him yes. Â
Deku laughs breathlessly and flips you over so that itâs your back against the floor now.Â
And just like you want him to, Deku comes down to reclaim your mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses, teeth tugging at your lips and hands grabbing your waist. His hands are huge against you filling up the space between your hip and your waist without an issue. Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling entirely small underneath him, but entirely ready to be fucked by him.
His lips move expertly against yours, teeth nibbling at your lips, mouth then sucking on your tongue. You canât keep the continuous moans from leaking out, canât keep yourself from staying quiet as your eyes flutter open and see green eyes so dark they look black, staring down at you with the intensity of a predator.Â
You were his prey, and you would present to him at the drop of a hat.
His body is hot, heat rolling off of his hero costume in waves, making you feel like you were near burning against him. And the heat between his thighs sits at the bottom of your ass, thrusting up and grinding against you so that you donât forget even for a moment that you are making him this way.Â
âI always knew youâd have such a pretty moan,â Deku mumbles as his fingers find the zipper to your costume and begin to tug it down. His lips trail down your neck, biting and nipping at the newly exposed flesh. âKnew youâd look so pretty under me, waiting to be fucked into submission.â
The words spark something within you, your eyes fluttering as your hips grind just a tad bit faster and you whine.Â
âAw, is that what you wanted this entire time, y/l/n?â Deku asks, his grin pressed against your collarbone. âWanted to be stretched out and fucked until you canât anymore?â
âI want it,â you gasp, your fingers burying deep into his curls. âI want you, I want it, I want your dick in me already!â
âNot into foreplay?â Deku chuckles just a bit, tongue then tracing up your neck.Â
âOh I am,â you snap, fingers finding the zipper of his own costume. âYou can find out later how much Iâm into it, but right now, I have been wanting you for years, and you will not make me wait any longer!â
Deku only nods frantically, and it's a mess of limbs, sloppy kisses, and clothes as the both of you strip to nothing.Â
Dekuâs in between your legs, one hand pressed to the back of your knee, the other gripping what you believe is his dick because it makes everything in the world freeze as you see it. Itâs huge, so thick that his hand wraps around it in a nice grip, and it long, curling up to his abs, curved and veiny.Â
âHoly shit,â you squeak, your cunt already clenching at the thought of taking that in.Â
âAre you ready?â Deku asks, the hand on your leg moving away for a moment as he cards his fingers back through his hair. âI donât have a condom, though.â
âThatâs fine, I don't care,â you dismiss his words, eyes too focused on the flush cock in his hand. âI donât think Iâll live after you kill me with that anyways.â
Deku laughs just a bit, his dimples flashing as he leans in and kisses you deeply. You tremble underneath him, feeling so small pressed up against him, and you mewl when you feel the head of his cock pressing between your folds.
âPut it in,â you gasp, leg lifting and wrapping around his waist, âput it in! I want you to fuck me until I canât walk, do you understand?!â
Deku nods, and with a sense of frantic need, his hand guides his cock into you.
It feels like youâre splitting in half. The girth of his cock stretching your walls out to the max, and heâs only going in. You scream loudly, both in pain and pleasure because it hurts so good.
âTake it, baby, take me all in,â Deku pants, his hips pushing out small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your twitching cunt. âThatâs i-it, holy fuck, thatâs it! Youâre taking me all the way in. F-Fuck⊠youâre so amazing! So fucking perfect!â
Tears are pouring out of your eyes, and your nails are tearing into his back, you sob slightly overwhelmed with his cock and the absolute pleasure of finally getting what you want and it being so much better than you thought. Your cunt throbs almost violently as Dekuâs cock finally hits your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts in further, lips attempting to claim yours.Â
âFuck me, Deku,â you beg, hips beginning to slam and fuck up onto his cock. âPlease! I need you!â
âSuch a desperate little villain though,â Deku sighs, teasingly, giving you one strong thrust for good measure. It goes a long way though, the power behind his thrust and thighs promising you a bruised ass, thighs, and cunt makes your mouth water for more. âI need you to promise to never do anything like that again and be a good little manager for Kacchan.â
âW-Whaââ
âBe good and stop being Mirage, or else you wonât be fucked.â
There was no hesitation.
âOkay.â
And just like that, Dekuâs soft smile curves into a knowing, fierce smirk, and you can do nothing as his hands press to the back of your knees and he begins thrusting his hips into you. And it takes you completely out of control.Â
Itâs a messy, frantic dance, your body holding onto his, your lips pressing against his, desperate and needy for his, and he is basically trying to imprint his body onto yours, the concrete, and the walls. Your bodies are so foreign to each other, and yet, when he fucks into you just a bit hard, just a bit faster, you come undone, back arching and toes curling as you sob his name.
Itâs overwhelming to know that he can read you this well and for you to have never fucked him before. Itâs empowering to see that he likes every forced and involuntary squeeze and clench of your cunt. He loved when your nails dug into his skin, raking their existence against the plane of broad muscles and scars.Â
Deku curses your name as you clench around him, his hands moving to your jaw so that he can lift your face to kiss him just so. He kisses you with a heated passion, a need that strips your entire being bare, and his hips slam so loudly against you, the slicked wetness is squelching and slapping with every grunt and moan.
In and out his cock goes, and you praise him and his cock.
You praise him for making you feel so good, for stretching out your pussy with that fat cock of his. You beg for more, and more, and more. You want every snap of his hips to send new colors to your vision, and every echoing squelch of your meeting, sloppy sexes only adds to the blabbering, unmanaged sentences from your lips.Â
âHarder, faster, more!â you beg, practically wailing against his shoulders, needing him more and more. The concrete hurts against your back, but you donât care. You donât care if he breaks your back, itâs a fall youâll take. âDonât hold back! Donât you dare hold back!â
âFuck, youâre crazy,â Deku gasps, his sweaty brow burying into your cheek. âI wonât though, I won't. Be ready, Iâm not sure if you can take it.â
Before you can snap back that you can in fact take it, Dekuâs weight falls heavier onto you and the angle shifts just slightly, and your words are ripped right out of your throat for a pitched, window shattering screech. Deku fucks into you with a new power, some untapped strength as greenspark falls from his skin as he ruins you for anyone ever again.
Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the concrete was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Dekuâs fingers shove into your mouth, and his other hand wraps around your neck, silencing your words and noises as he fucks up into you again and again and again.
âSo loud, angel,â Deku smirks, fingers stroking and pinching your tongue as saliva pours endlessly from your mouth. His voice isnât strained however, doesnât have any indication that heâs out of breath or ready to tap out and that nearly makes you go insane. âI canât wait to see everything that makes you look like this⊠youâre so pretty when youâre getting fucked.â
Your head is spinning, the heated tightness in your core clenching and throbbing as his conquesting cock never once stops or lessens. It just grows and grows and grows. His cock twitches in you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets out a deep moan.Â
âSuch a good and wet cunt you are,â Deku gasps as you gag against his fingers that press roughly against the back of your tongue. Your vision feels hazy, but you feel like youâre on cloud nine as his hand on your throat opens and closes, demonstrating his power over you. âIâm so glad you went through all this hard work to get me to fuck you.â
You canât speak, so you nod desperately, you were so happy you did this too.Â
Your hips buck up into him with sheer stubborn drive to get him to toss his head back and moan, you wanted to see him unhinged too. Your eyelashes flutter, as his hands remove themselves from your face, and they move to your hips to help you out. But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.
âI-Iâm so close,â you manage to moan out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose at that revelation.
Deku nods, his head moving so that his forehead rests against yours as he looks deep into your eyes. âI need you to look at the way your belly bulges while I fuck you before you cum, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum.â
You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering monster of a cock. And just like that, the tight heat in you snaps without a hitch, and you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Deku, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him.Â
Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure he collapses onto his forearms above you. Itâs hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, thereâs silence.
Deku is the first to move afterward, and you whine as he pulls his cock out of your sore, abused pussy. You make a noise of curiosity then fear as Deku spreads your legs even more open and moves so that his head is face to face with your cum filled pussy.
âWhat are youâ?!â you screech as Deku takes a lick out of your dripping cunt.
âFuck, this does taste good,â Deku smirks as he once again licks your overstimulated pussy and you sob. âBesides, who said we were done?â
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bonus!Â
âEveryone, this is my girlfriend y/l/n y/n!â Izuku happily introduced you to his group of friends.
âWhat the hell?!â Bakugou screamed, thrusting a finger at you and all you did was laugh.
So much for not being stubborn, huh.
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Iâll put a spell on you (Yandere!Omega!Izuku x alpha!Reader)
inspo was strange and beautiful (Iâll put a spell on you) by aqualung
a/n: boy oh boy,,,, this one is uh,,, 2k words,,,,
Summary: You were taking too long! What could Izuku do except find a spell to help speed things along?Â
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You and Izuku have been roommates for years, but youâre convinced he doesnât like you and heâs determined to make you his.
warnings: big yandere themes,,, omegaverse obvi,,,, kinda drugging??? idk,,,, its a love spell but reader is already very in love w izuku just stupid aye,,,, very very mild nsfw themes,,,, cuts out b4 it gets too graphic, swearing, bonding, you get the picture,
âSeriously, Katsuki, youâve gotten way too confident over the years. Was it because you needed a reminder of what itâs like to lose?â Your eyes scanned the blonde, eyebrow quirked as he struggled, âI canât believe Shinso was right.â It was easy to block out the screams, your quirk always came in handy, even if it was just to shut him up, Rubbing your hands on your pants you turned around, eyes landing on the only other person.Â
âOh, good luck Midoriya!â You grinned, giving a small wave before you ran off.
You saw more of Izuku after that, the omega always seemed to be upgrading his costume, and Hatsume had almost killed you when heâd asked you to help with the designs. It was hard not to get close to the guy, and youâd tried your best! You didnât have time for⊠for people! You needed to focus on your inventions. But Izuku was persistent, and youâd soon found yourself sitting with him and his friends at lunch. You werenât the only alpha of the group, Iida and Todoroki shared your dynamic, a fact that didnât seem to bother anyone. You were glad, youâd never really cared about dynamics, it was nice to be around people who shared that sentiment. Youâd all graduated now, and surprisingly you and Izuku ended up sharing an apartment, you did work in the same area, it made sense at the time.Â
âAre we still having dinner tonight?â Izuku peered into the bathroom, slight frown on his features as he observed you getting ready.Â
âYeah of course man, itâs just a lunch date so Iâll be back early.â You shrugged, using your quirk to bring your jacket over.Â
âYou could just ask me to get you your jacket.â Izuku shook his head, watching as the clothing floated over, bubble popping as your hand made contact.
âI know, itâs just a habit, Iâve always used it for little things.â You smiled as you put your jacket on, ruffling Izukuâs hair as you walked past. He was always fussing over you, or cooking, asking if you needed anything. It was cute, but youâd die before you admitted it.Â
âIâll be back before you know it, text me if you need anything.â You absentmindedly pressed a kiss to Izukuâs hair, waving before the door shut behind you.
âAnd youâre sure thisâll work?â Izuku frowned as he flipped the bottle in his fingers, it seemed too good to be true.
âJust like the label says, omega, itâll make anyone fall in love with ya! As long as thereâs already a spark, of course! And it could trigger⊠their time of the month. So watch out for that!â The lady smiled at him, dark purple hair framing her face. Her eyes matched, although the purple was much, much brighter, and almost seemed to glow. Izuku nodded, grabbing the cash out of his wallet and quickly passing it over before he said goodbye. He didnât want to be caught there, what would the press say? What would you say?Â
You ended up getting home late, much, much later than you planned. Youâd run into friends on the way home, you hadnât seen them in ages and well⊠youâd never been good at saying no. Youâd texted Izuku, but he hadnât responded, and maybe youâd stayed out later to avoid his wrath.Â
âGod, Iâm gonna have to do something to make up for this⊠something good.â You mumbled as you walked into your apartment, hands running through your hair as you looked around.Â
âIzuku? Honey Iâm home!â You called, trying to lighten the tension you felt in the room. It didnât work, and your heart was in your throat as you put your bag down. You hated disappointing people, and Izuku was always so good to you.Â
âThereâs leftovers in the fridge if you want anything.â
ââOh actually Iâm uh⊠not hungryâŠâ You trailed off as you walked into the kitchen, Izuku turning around from making something to look at you.Â
âDid you eat while you were out?â You must be crazy, thereâs no way that was an edge to his voice.
âNo actually! I just havenât had any appetite lately.âÂ
âYou know you need to try and eat even when you have no appetite. I made tea.â Just like that his voice was back to itâs usual tone, and he sat down in front of you, pushing a mug towards you.Â
âYeah I know. Thank you Izuku, youâre always so good to me. Iâm so sorry about missing dinner but I ran into my friends coming home and they dragged me out and Iâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay Y/n, we can have dinner tomorrow, just finish your tea and weâll get you into bed, okay?âÂ
You were too drunk to disagree.Â
You felt weird when you woke up. You werenât hungover, but something was wrong. Was Izuku okay? Wait, why were you- you should make sure heâs okay. You were only in a shirt, you didn't remember changing last night, did Izuku help you? You barely remembered anything after youâd come home, youâd just talked, drank the tea, and then it was blank. The tea had been really good, it was weirdly sweet though, you had to admit.Â
âIzuku? Are you awake?â You padded into the kitchen, squinting at how bright it was.Â
âOf course, itâs already two, I didnât want to wake you up.â You sighed when Izuku was there, safe and happy as he always was.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm just⊠hungover or something.â You slid into a chair, eyes trained on the omega as he pushed a banana and some water in front of you. âTheyâre good for hangovers.âÂ
âThanks âZuâÂ
âYouâre going out?â You couldnât keep the surprise from your voice, Izuku rarely went out unless he was working.Â
âYeah just a work thing! Iâll be back in no time!â The omega came over to where you were on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket because you still felt off. âUnless you need me to stay?â
âNo of course not! Iâll be fine, itâs probably just a bug.â You did your best to smile, letting your friend hug you. He was about to pull away when you let your cheek brush against his scent gland, the action making you blush while Izuku smiled.
âIâll see you when I get back!âÂ
This was awful, youâd been tortured, kidnapped, forced to deal with Katsuki, but this was far worse. You couldnât explain it, but as soon as Izuku was out of your sight your anxiety had skyrocketed, and as much as you tried to fight it, you were pacing in front of the door. He should be back by now, or he should have texted! What if heâd gotten hurt, he didnât tell you who he was going out with, what if-Â
âYeah Todoroki Iâm okay, he was worse off than me anyway!â Your heart soared at Izukuâs voice and you were wrenching the door open without a second thought. A snarl ripped out of you when you took in your omega, sporting a few grazes and a bruised jaw that had not been there when he left.Â
âWhat the fuck happened?â Your tone didnât even sound like you, you sounded feral. Your hands quickly reached out, pulling Izuku into a hug and growling when Todoroki tried to say something. âYou can leave, Iâve got him now.âÂ
Straight to your room was where you headed, gently sitting Izuku on the bed before you grabbed your first aid kit. Thank god it was only light injuries, you didnât know what youâd do if something worse had happened.Â
âWho did this?âÂ
âJust some random alpha tryna get too handsy, heâs in far worse shape than- are you okay?â Izukuâs tone turned concerned as you let out another growl, halfway through bandaging his hand. You couldnât speak, you just needed to focus on this and- huh? Izuku was running his fingers through your hair, the action almost made you purr, surprisingly calming you down enough to finish patching him up.Â
âI should have gone with you, I should have-â âHey, Y/n, you couldnât have done anything, itâs okay.â Izuku pulled you up to his level and you nodded, unable to stop how your hands shook. Izuku was so close, and he smelled so good, you just wanted to-
âDid you just lick me?â Izuku looked at you with wide eyes, only now taking in how lidded your own eyes were. A low growl bubbled up before you could stop it, and you were pushing the omega down on the bed and straddling him without a second thought. This had happened because of you. If youâd claimed Izuku sooner people would know he was yours, and he wouldnât have to defend himself. Your teeth were an inch from Izukuâs neck when you pulled back, hand coming up to cover your mouth.
âI-Iâm so sorry, I donât know what-âÂ
âI donât want you to stop, please Y/n.â Izukuâs cheeks were tinged pink, and god whyâd you have to sit right on his hips? You could already feel him getting hard.
âOh god, did I send you into heat? Fuck Iâm sorry, Iâve been on suppressants I didnât real-â You started, it was taking everything you had not to lose it. Izuku looked so pretty, pupils blown out and cheeks already flushed. Why hadnât you done this sooner? Fuck. You slowly leant down, willpower decreasing by the second, and then your lips were on his. A whimper left you at how good he tasted, youâd never tasted anything this good before! You wanted more! Izuku was made for you, this only proved it. You loved him so much.Â
Why did your neck hurt so bad? The last thing you remembered was Izuku being injured and you patching him up. A whine made you open your eyes, disbelief shooting through you when you saw Izuku. He was covered in scratches and bites, only wearing your shirt, and sporting a bright red bite on his scent gland. Oh fuck, panic set in as you sat up. This was bad, even for you. You'd done it now, he'd want nothing to do with you. God what had happened to you last night? You were always in control, and as memories of how Izuku had sounded the night before wormed into your brain you couldn't stop your whole body flushing. The omega let out another whine, snuggling closer to your side as if he could sense how stressed you were. Well, he probably could now, the two of you were bonded. You'd completely ruined his life with your selfishness, bonds were incredibly hard to break and the pair would never be the same again. But you couldn't make him stay with you. Oh he'd want to move out wouldn't he? How could he not? You'd completely betrayed his trust and acted like every asshole alpha you hated so much. You should move too, maybe to America? Somewhere far away where you wouldn't bother anyone. Warmth stung your eyes and you realised you'd been crying, how much more pathetic could you get? Izuku was the one who should be upset! You'd ruined his life! Arms wrapped around you as you let out a sob, immediately trying to push the omega away, maybe you should just kill yourself and sever the bond like that- Then at least heâd be able to find someone he actually wanted to be with.Â
âAlpha⊠whyâre you upsetâŠ?â Izuku yawned as he sat up, and you couldnât bring yourself to speak, or look at him. The worry you could sense through the bond made your stomach turn, you didnât deserve his concern! You were horrible, you were-
âAlpha, câmon, look at me⊠please?â Izukuâs voice broke and you turned to look at him, eyes zoning in on the mark youâd left on his neck.Â
âIâm sorry- I triggered your heat and- and betrayed your-â
âY/n, I love you, I wanted this, you didnât do anything wrong.â Izuku cooed, pulling your head to his chest and running his hands through your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was like a weight lifted off of your chest, like all the puzzle pieces fit together, he was all youâd ever need.
âI love you too, Izuku.â
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Forever and Always | Bakugou x Reader
summary: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then I feel so low I can't feel nothing at all. And I flashback to when he said forever and always."
w/c: 2.1k
warnings: angst
a/n: i cried while writing this.
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Eijirou's body is amazing; scultped abs, hard chest, chiseled arms and such broad shoulders. You watched as he did pull ups in front of you, with his back facing towards you. He lets go of the bars, turning around, smiling as he extends his hand. "Babe, can you pass me my towel please?"
"Babe, can you pass me my towel please?" Katsuki asks, sweat dripping down the side of his head, trailing down his neck, collar and chest before getting absorbed in his black tank top.
You throw him his towel, standing up from the bench. You lean forward, standing on your tippy toes to press your lips against his. The blond chuckles breathily, pouting a little, pressing his lips against yours.
Butterflies swarmed your tummy and you feel your heart skip a beat. This always happened whenever you kissed Katsuki. No matter how many times you've kissed him and no matter how long the both of you had been dating, he never failed to give you butterflies.
You feel someone step in front of you, snapping you out of your daze. You blink, looking up at the red head who's now taking his towel on his own.
"Ah, sorry babe. What were you saying?" You ask to which Eijirou shakes his head at. "It's okay, I got it." He wipes the sweat off his face, smiling brightly at you.
"Anyway, do you wanna go to that old ice cream parlor beside here? They don't have new flavors since like five years ago but I thought you might like a cone."
"I wanna go to that ice cream place beside the here." You pout, disregarding just how sweaty your boyfriend was as you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "That's a bad habit, idiot. Stop pigging out right after hitting the gym." He laughs, flicking your forehead to which you knit your eyebrows at.
"Oh come on! They have a new flavor called 'blueberry cheesecake'! We should totally try it!" You whine, watching as your boyfriend packs his things in his gym bag. "You've eaten a blueberry cheesecake before, haven't you? Just imagine that but colder."
Despite what he said, he opens the door to the ice cream parlor for you. Sweat gone, the both of you had showered and changed your clothes before entering the cozy ice cream parlor.
The both of you sit by the window, looking out and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains right behind the store.
You look back at your boyfriend who's sitting right in front of you, supposedly to tell him about the pretty bird you just saw, but stop once you saw how pretty he looked when he wasn't frowning or yelling.
Calm, softly smiling Katsuki Bakugou looking out and appreciating the beauty of nature. Your heart throbbed at the thought of how lucky you are to have him. Despite his harsh and loud nature towards others, he always gave off a different vibe when it came to you. He was much gentler, more careful with his choice of words and his actions.
His eyes flick towards you and he raises a brow. "Take a picture, it will last longer."
You smile, opening up your gallery to show off the many, many pictures you have of him stored in a secret album. You smile cheekily at him, "Already have a ton, thank you very much."
Katsuki smiles, chuckling as he shakes his head. "Idiot."
"Babe? You okay? You've been out of it since I asked you to hand me my towel, did I say something wrong?" You snap out of your daze once again, cursing at yourself. You look up at your boyfriend, smiling as you shake your head.
"I'm sorry, I think I need to head home and sleep. You have a meeting an hour from now, right? You should go." You press a kiss against Eijirou's cheek, smiling at him. "I'll wait for you at home."
You walk out of the gym, bag on your shoulder as you take a deep breath of fresh air in. You look up at the sky, frowning to see them all gray and cloudy. You begin walking down the road, looking around you.
The stores from before hadn't change at all. Especially-
"Ah! If it isn't my dear Y/n! Will you buy your usual caramel ice cream today too?" The old lady who runs the ice cream shop chirps at you, hands shaking as she grabs onto her cane to prevent herself from falling over.
"Granny! You know you can't be walking around, the doc said so!" Her granddaughter's voice is filled with concern as she places a hand below granny's elbow and on her back. She looks up at you, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry, I guess Alzheimer's also makes her forget she can't walk properly now?" She jokes, chuckling awkwardly. You smile, bowing your head.
You walk right past the ice cream parlor, oblivious to granny's pout to your declination of her invite. You stuff your hands in your pocket, looking up at the sky as you sigh. Before you know it, your gaze falls upon the top of your apartment building.
"I'm home! And guess what I got you!" You chirp, entering your apartment as you hold the white plastic bag full of food in your hand. The sound of quick padded footsteps make you giggle as you set the bag oncthe counter.
Katsuki appears right in front the kitchen, excited eyes and a wide grin across his face making you laugh. He quickly rummages through the contents of the bag, yelling in excitement as he pulls out a red ramen cup.
"Hell yeah, extra spicy!" He cheers, running over to you to pull you into a tight hug. "Thanks babe!" He presses multiple kisses on the top of your head before pulling away to start boiling his water.
"Hey! It's not even dinner time yet!" You jokingly frown, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You loved Seeing Katsuki like this; all bubbly and cheery and excited. Such a sweet and bright soul, you come to a conclusion that yes, you are definitely going to love this boy forever.
You walk right past the kitchen, body feeling heavy as you make your way inside your shared bedroom. You drop your bag onto the carpeted floors and find your legs leading you towards your walk-in closet.
You bend down, pulling out a locked box from underneath your hung clothes. You sit on the floor, pressing on the code to unlcok the box before pulling the lif open.
The contents inside caused your heart to clench.
Butterfly pins.
"Idiot, what are you doing?" Katsuki frowns, tilting his head up to look at you. Your brows knit together as you push his head back, forcing him to face front. "I'm making your hair pretty!" You huff, clipping on the butterfly pins onto his hair.
"My hair's already damn pretty even without the stupid hairpins!" He argues.
"Then I'm making it prettier so sit still!"
"Tsk," Katsuki rolls his eyes, "Then you better do an amazing job. Don't mess up, idiot."
"That'll be pretty hard to accomplish if you keep moving your darn head like that!"
"Hah?! What did you just say to me?!"
Sumigadawa Fireworks Festival Polaroid
"Quit tugging, idiot!" Katsuki yells but remains ignored as you push through the crowd. The fireworks display was going to start soon but you wanted to enjoy a Taiyaki as you watched the display.
You jump excitedly in place, still tugging at your boyfriend's sleeve as you pointed as the sweet snack. Katsuki sighs, pulling out his wallet. The both of you end up buying two pieces, one for each of you.
As you move to start going back to where the field was, Katsuki pulls you back. You lift a brow at him and he begin pulling you to the opposite direction, now it was him dragging you.
"Suki, where are we going? The fireworks display will start soon!" You yell through the loud crowd of people. "Tsk. I know, idiot. Just trust me!" He yells, as he continues pulling you towards a place with a bunch of trees. The two of you walk up a hil for quite some time and as you reached the top, you're panting and you can feel your back dampening at the sudden work out.
"What the heck are we-" The sound of fireworks cut you off. You immediately turn to your right, following the direction of the sound. Your eyes widen as a clear view of the fireworks explode in front of you.
As you stare up at the brightly colored night sky in awe, Katsuki smiles at your dumb face. The colors of the fireworks lit your face ever so beautifully. How did he get so lucky to have you?
Your hand grabs onto his arm as your other one points up at the sky, "Look! Look! That one's pretty!" You point at a pink one slowly disappearing into the night sky.
"Hah! Bet I can create better ones." Katsuki shows off.
"Oh really? Prove it."
And just like that, he opens his palm in front of you a small explosions are created, just like the fireworks. You smile, watching it was similar to watch a snow globe after shaking it.
As your eyes continue to watch Katsuki's mini fireworks, he oulls you out of your daze by cupping your cheek. You look up at him, raising your brows before smiling, leaning in.
His lips are soft, sweet and warm. You never want to part from them.
A Promise Ring.
/"Why won't you fucking listen to me?!" You yell from the top of your lungs, feeling them burn as your tears scortched your cheeks.
"There are already enough heroes out there! You don't need to go-"
"I need to, Y/n! God fucking dammit I need to! Because I'm a hero! Because it's my job, it's my duty to keep people safe. To risk my life keeping you all safe!" Katsuki yells back, slamming his suit case close as you stand there in front of him, weak and helpless.
"Izuku said your chances of surviving the war would be-"
"Baby, baby, look at me." Katsuki shushes, cupping your cheeks. He wipes your tears away as he looks into your eyes, red orbs looking back at you. Soft, gentle and hurt red orbs look back at you. "I'll be fine." He whispers.
You place your hands on top of his, closing your eyes as you let your tears fall, your lower lip shaking as you let out an unever breath. Katsuki presses his lips on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you.
"Take off your ring." He says, pulling away from the hug. You do as told, face still flushed as you haven't finished crying yet. With shaky hands, you take off your ring.
"Look inside it." Katsuki mutters.
You do as told, feeling your heart clench in your chest.
"What does it say?" He asks.
"Forever and always."
You sob on the floor, bringing your legs up to your chest as you recall the feeling of your world crushing the second you heard the news from Izuku.
Your body grew heavy as you fell to your knees, your tears streaming down your chest at his pained expression. He crouches down, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed, so loud your throat hurt.
Katsuki was your world. He meant everything to you. Now that he was gone, what do you have left to lose?
"He promised me!" You yell from the top of your lungs, "He promised to call me as soon as he was done! Why didn't he call?! Why hasn't he called yet?!" Your head throbbed as Izuku's geip on your shoulder tightened.
It wasn't just you who had lost a loved one, him and all your other friends, too. You banged your fist against your chest as you sobbed heavily, finding it difficult to breath, to take in the information that Katsuki was gone.
"I told him! I told him not to go!" You yelled right at Izuku, holding onto his shoulders. "Katsuki! My Katsuki! He's gone!" The pain you felt is unbearable, it's something you can't understand, it's something you never want to experience again.
"You promised me, forever and always!" You yell from the top of your lungs. "Where are you now? Why aren't you beside me? Where's my forever with you?" You sobbed, your tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably.
As you cry out your frustrations and anguish in one room, Eijirou sits in another room, face wet with his tears as he blubbered in the memory of his best friend.
It's times like these that you agree to David Jones; life went on, but it was never the same again.
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say amen (bkdk drabble)
(a little drabble based off of one of my favorite posts that ive ever made)
Katsukiâs not a religious man.
Yeah, okay, he believes in deities and goes to temples, the blond will admit that much. The existence of a higher power isnât really that far from the realms of possibility when he regularly interacts with people who have the head of a bird or engines for legs. He celebrates the holidays, and on days where heâs feeling especially magnanimous, Katsuki even buys temple charms and sends out a quick prayer to whoever might be listening.
But he isnât religious.
He doesnât like feeling like heâs indebted to someone. That somehow, somewhere, there is someone Katsuki should be grateful to for giving him all his successes. He worked hard to get where he is now all by himself, thank you very much. The idea that everything is somehow predetermined or controlled by someone he canât even see is one that makes the blond break out into hives.
A man with any dignity such as Katsukiâs is too proud to kneel to any god.
But then again⊠Izuku Midoriya is no such god.
Heâs very much human, Katsuki would believe despite the seemingly endless strength his short and stocky figure possesses. Heâs freckles and sunburns and scars and toothy smiles and everything that used to make the blondâs blood boil. Deku canât dress himself nicely to save his life and sings All Might show tunes in the shower when he thinks no one can hear. Katsukiâs seen the boy throw up on his dumb red shoes and laugh so hard he scared himself with his own snorts.
Heâs seen Deku at his worst. Crying and crumbling, body all bloodied and torn up after giving it his all. Heâs seen him angry--borderline murderous even--with rage consuming him and leaving him gasping for breath as he saddles closer and closer to the line betwean life and death. Heâs seen Deku broken and hollow, unable to eat for days and smelling like a decomposing corpse because the demons in his eyes had all but haunted him from even getting up to shower.
The point being, Katsuki knows that Izuku Midoriya is flawed.
He should, at least. Having seen these cracks and imperfections over and over shouldâve cemented the idea that Deku was far from perfect. He sees sides of Deku that even their best friends, let alone the public have never seen. Bakugou knows that Izuku Midoriya is not a God--and is in fact very far from one.
But fuck if he doesnât worship him like he is.
When Izuku confessed to him in their second year, Katsuki thinks that he learned what it feels like to die.
As dramatic as it sounds, itâs true. Watching those green eyes peel away from their locked gaze on his red ones to stare nervously at the ground causes Katsukiâs heart to jump. His palms were sweaty and blood roared in his ears, deafening him from all sounds except Dekuâs voice. Heâd initially thought that this was it. This was Deku preparing to tell him that he couldnât stand being his friend anymore, that no matter how much Katsuki tried to atone for himself, Deku finally realized that Katsuki would never be worthy of his love.
It built up and up until Katsuki couldnât breathe, willpower alone keeping him from gasping for breath as he awaited Dekuâs rejection. The sun set in a brilliant cast of oranges and purples, but neither boy on the rooftop could stand to appreciate it when the sights in front of them were far more important.
âKacchan,â he blurts at last. A sliver of his pink tongue peeks out to lick at his chapped lips. Katsukiâs chest constricts with want. âI like you.â
And itâs at those three words that Katsuki truly believes in an afterlife.
His heart clenches and stops for a different reason--a different feeling entirely. The world tilts on its axis and his breaths come up short, yet Katsukiâs never been happier to have been wrong. Parts of him shrivel up. Shudder in anxiety. Embers of raw anger and determination (leftover from years of scars and charred notebooks) tell him that heâs not worthy of Deku. That Katsuki is yet to even deserve to take the hand that has been waiting for him for his whole life.
Admittedly though, Katsuki Bakugou is a selfish, selfish man.
He stares at that freckled and blushing face like itâs a reflection of the universe itself. Green eyes that mistakenly take Katsukiâs silence as rejection grow watery, and yet as Katsuki stares into the molten pool of emerald and moss, he thinks he may see his entire life in those pretty eyes.
â...Kacchan? Itâs okay if you donât, uh, like me back. I u-understand if you feel uncomfortable or no longer want me be your friend even if it kinda s--â
âW-well really, itâs more of love. I... love you. Like, a lot. Have for a while I mean and I tried really hard to hide it but Iâm sure it was obvious from the beginning and well, Uraraka said I was really bad at lying so I wasnât really sure...â he mumbles. Stutters, because heâs human and very much not a god.
Katsuki Bakugou kisses Izuku Midoriya for the first time.
He kisses Izuku Midoriya because he wants all of him. He wants the sorrow and broken bones. The awkward laughter and nervous tics. Katsuki wants those green eyes to never stop looking at him and that mouth to never stop muttering the most inane nothings. He wants the beautiful and the ugly, the victories and the losses. He wants and he wants and he wants and he wants, and now that all of it is within his reach dear god is he never letting go.
The blond pours his soul into the kiss. Mouth harsh and unyielding, ever determined to prove to anyone watching that heâd throw away his life for this boy in a heartbeat. The desperation in their kiss practically daring anyone to try and pull them apart. Katsuki wants the kiss to say everything that he, in his weak and human state, cannot even begin to phrase. That somehow a single kiss could show the other that Katsuki loves him so much it breaks him inside. Itâs so good that itâs painful. Itâs painful and excruciating but fucking hell if Katsuki pulls away for one moment he thinks he might actually truly die.
Theyâre training to be pro-heroes, so of course their pain tolerance is higher than most. Theyâve been taught to fight in any environment no matter whatâcould probably fight five people underwater for an hour without breaking a sweat. All of those hours of training somehow still mean nothing to Katsuki in the brilliance of the storm that is Izuku Midoriya.
Because as they kiss and breathe in each otherâs air, Katsuki forces himself to pull away with a gasp.
Izuku thinks heâs hurt the blond accidentally, somehow. That heâd been too rough or pushed Bakugou into it or even just took his breath away from him in the literal sense. What the green-haired hero didnât expect was the sheer devotion in ruby eyes.
(It wouldâve scared him, if it didnât make his knees shaky and heart rate speed up in exhilaration.)
Meanwhile, Katsukiâs drowning.
Heâs drowning so deep in emotions that heâd never let himself feel until now. Drowning in his insecurities and greatest desires. Drowning in emotion and vigour. Drowning in the feeling of kissing Izuku fucking Midoriya. Part of him screams in agony, protesting this weakness as it fucks with his mind and squeezes at his heart.
The rest of him lets it happen.
Bakugou pulls away, gasping for breath. Itâs too much and not enough, because he loves this boy so goddamn much that it actually hurts. Heâs crying, and itâs kind of pathetic, really. So undone by a single kiss that tears streak down his face while white spots appear in vision of ruby eyes. A man so weak--so overcome with emotion that he canât help but sob at the torrent of devotion that overtakes him. His heart throbs painfully and he struggles to take gulps of air, because Katsuki doesnât truly love many people but thereâs something about Izuku Midoriya that destroys him so thoroughly.
Ever understanding, ever patient, and ever too good for his damned, hell-bound soul, Izuku holds him close. He lets Katsuki weep into his jacket and runs scarred fingers through pale blond strands as the other boy tries to stifle his sobs. He hushes him with a light kiss to his temple and listens patiently as Katsuki whimpers every variant of âI love youâ under the sun.
Izuku Midoriya is no such god, but Katsuki Bakugou worships him like one nonetheless.
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Plaything | 18+ | part i
plaything 1/ ?? | part 0
pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader
warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.
âȘ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :DÂ
summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most
âȘ for chapter 1:Â you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too?Â
wordcount. 4k+
a/n: sooooo, itâs finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[
 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mcâs best friend drops ice cream on the main guyâs shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didnât happen in the show but it really got me thinking......Â
alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,
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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought youâd manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy.Â
The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.
Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.
At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in.Â
Honestly, you had no idea what you wouldâve done if U.A. hadnât called you that night.Â
It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe.Â
You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A.Â
You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya.Â
At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the  laughing stock, you didnât want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved.Â
Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you.Â
And that brought you to the first day of school.Â
You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys youâd wait for them, and besides, you werenât planning on entering the building all alone.Â
Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.
âHey,â you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.
You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her.Â
âYes, Uraraka? Right?â You werenât close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day.Â
Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didnât fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious.Â
Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came.Â
Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell.Â
âI actually have an old friend who goes there now,â Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe.Â
During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever.Â
âWhy did you never tell us?â Uraraka asks.Â
âwell, weâre not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parentâs business took off. He left after middle school.â Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.
âWho is he?â Shinso asks.Â
Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya.Â
Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parentâs clothing line âDynamiteâ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.
âMaybe you should say hi,â Uraraka suggests. Midoriyaâs expressions turned sheepish.
âAbout thatâŠâ he started. âI called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-â he stopped.Â
âWhat did he say?â Shinso asked.
âHe told me to get lost and die,â Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down.Â
That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him.Â
School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didnât talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay.Â
People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but⊠thereâs always a but.Â
Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself.Â
It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin.Â
It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you donât want to be late. Itâd earn you a bad reputation. You donât need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship.Â
You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.
âShit,â you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with.Â
The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize youâre not alone.Â
You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off.Â
Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. Itâs the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you donât want to deal with him.Â
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âIâm sorry, I wasnât looking where I was going,â you donât give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks.Â
You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you.Â
âWhere are you running off to? Donât you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?â Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.
Going to U.A for over a week thereâs a thing or two that youâve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad.Â
Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact heâd be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse.Â
He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.
 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his âfollowersâ and they werenât any better.
They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him.Â
Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself.Â
Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his.Â
Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, heâd walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldnât do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldnât even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it.Â
Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed âbakusquadâ. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasnât a permanent member. Mina was.Â
In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps.Â
She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most.Â
Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders.Â
âThat was fucking rude,â he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. âAre you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.âÂ
âI said Iâm sorry, let me go will you?â Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.
âWhat do you think, Sero?â Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign.Â
âShe ruined Bakugouâs new shoes,â he continued. Bakugouâs hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare.Â
âOkay, what do you want?â you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder.Â
âThose were expensive, right?â she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding.Â
âFuck yes, Iâm pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.âÂ
You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away.Â
âWhat will you do to make up for it?â Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you.Â
âWhat can I do?â you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk.Â
âLick it off.â
Thereâs a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- itâs serious. Dead serious.Â
Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul.Â
âWhatcha looking at? Do it,â he commands.Â
The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, âare you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,â he canât control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word.Â
âYes, Iâm fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,â he smirks. âDo you really want to say no to him? I donât know so much about this but-â he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, âit might complicate your scholarship.âÂ
Thereâs a twisted rhythm in his voice. Heâs enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that theyâre just messing around. That theyâll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise.Â
âYou donât wanna do it?â Bakugou asks.Â
âOf course she doesnât! Thatâs gross, oh my god.â Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys.Â
âHey, letâs hear it from Sero himself.â Kirishima pats Seroâs back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging.Â
He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he canât.Â
âI guess, I did say that-â your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. â-but you donât need to do it.â He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid.Â
âJust know that, youâre the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugouâs shoe and now youâre not even helping him out. Thatâs not very noble, is it? I donât know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They donât really like disrespectful kids who comprise the schoolâs name.âÂ
Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head.Â
âThe choice is yours.â Â
You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it?Â
From Seroâs threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit.Â
It wouldnât have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldnât be the last. They donât care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldnât even think once before expelling you.
âWhatâs your answer, princess?â Kirishima teases.
 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.
âWhat do you mean? She doesnât have a choice here, kneel you extra.â Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer.Â
âNo, I am not going to do it.â Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though youâre trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground.Â
Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo.Â
âAw, câmon you donât mean that.âÂ
âDonât be a little brat.âÂ
Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -Â calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugouâs cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides heâs had enough of this game.
âHey, shitty hair,â Bakugo starts. âPunch me.âÂ
âWhat?â Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. âWhy do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?âÂ
âPunch me real hard, give me a black eye.â The confusion grows greater on everyoneâs faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play.Â
Kirishima raises his hands in defense. âWoah, dude slow down there. Iâm not just going to punch you.âÂ
Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. âYou all are just dumb,â he starts.
âImagine if this punny, little,â he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. âWere to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, thatâd bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldnât it?âÂ
Bakugoâs words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what heâs getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.
âShe would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,â Kaminari adds.Â
Your eyes widen in fear.Â
âYeah, Iâll fucking do that.â Mina giggles. âThat would succck,â she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear.Â
âHey, câmon, why are you doing this to me?â You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them.Â
âBecause you have no fucking manners.â Bakugou snarls.Â
âKiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you donât wanna do it I will!â Kaminari cries, growing impatient.Â
Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest.Â
You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school.Â
It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else, with just a flick of their fingers. Itâs unfortunate, but thatâs the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.
A piece of your mind.Â
âN-no, donât do that. I-Iâll do it,â you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak.Â
âWell, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.â Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugouâs face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost.Â
âHoly shit, sheâs actually doing this,â Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugouâs expensive boots.
âKaminari, record this.â Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ârecordâ. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugouâs face as he scoffs.Â
âCute panties,â he remarks.Â
You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.
âDonât. You. Dare.â he growls.
You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.
 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou.Â
âLick it off,â he commands.Â
You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. Thereâs still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though itâs not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed.Â
Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him.Â
You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. âClean it all off,â he commands.
You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.
âNice ass.âÂ
There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and itâs horrible.Â
âKaminari are you even supposed to be here? Donât you have a girlfriend?â Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass.Â
âOh? Weâre cool as long as I donât stick my dick her,â he points to you. âThatâs hella fucking tempting but Iâm in love, dude.â He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend.Â
They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy.Â
âBet her pussy is tight,â Sero says.Â
Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. âYo, Bakubro, can we touch her?âÂ
Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, âNo. This one is mine.â he stares down at you.Â
You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry.Â
âWhy did you do that?â you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently.Â
The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugouâs sudden violence.Â
He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs.Â
âYouâre fucking pathetic, you know that?â the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room.Â
Even though itâs subtle, masked by everyoneâs fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyoneâs gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry.Â
âUseless Dekuâs friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.â He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. âAnd Iâm doing just that.âÂ
He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when heâd see girls naked, theyâd dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But thatâs not you, that could never be you.Â
He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. Youâll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, youâd have no say in it.Â
The power trip drives him crazy.Â
He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit.Â
You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl.Â
âThis turning you on? What a freak.â The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare.Â
The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.
Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldnât waste the opportunity to be in Bakugouâs footsteps- literally.Â
âYouâre a little slut, you know that?â Bakugou sneers.Â
Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle.Â
âPlease, stop,â you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. âIâll report you,â you cry. A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up.Â
âGo for it, you do that.â Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions.Â
âWeâll just go ahead and post this online.â he threatens.Â
A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, itâs hard for anyone to understand what youâre saying. Itâs not like they donât know what youâre asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can.Â
Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most.Â
âFeels like Iâm doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.â He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done...Â
Itâs as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says.Â
You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut.Â
You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it.Â
âSheâs gonna give me a hard-on,â Kirishima says and you moan.
âShe really is a slut, huh?â Sero comments.Â
âSheâs cute,â Mina adds with a smile.Â
Bakugou scoffs, âdoes Deku know how much of a whore you are?â He asks.Â
You donât pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.
âYouâre getting all this right?â Mina looks over Kaminariâs shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see.Â
âYou close?â Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt.Â
âCute pussy,â he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.
A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but thereâs not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.Â
It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse.Â
Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime youâve just committed.Â
Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks.Â
âAwesome,â he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie.Â
Finally, you find the courage to get up and run.Â
This was totally not awesome.Â
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History of Us Part 3- Introductions
Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they havenât spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.
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Masterlist Kofi
You trudge downstairs already dreading meeting new people. Aizawa had assured you your last name would be kept under wraps but it still feels like itâs only a matter of time before everyone figures out who you really are. Thereâs a reason you dye your hair, your natural coloring is too recognizable and itâs a bitter reminder of a man you actively wish to forget. For years you hated looking in the mirror until you finally convinced your mom to let you dye it. Kirishima had been kind even after finding out but Kirishima is kind to everyone. You seriously doubt everyone is as much of a cinnamon roll as he is, especially if he-who-shall-not-be-named recognizes you and blabs to everyone like the little bitch he is.
As you walk into the lounge area itâs just your luck that you spot him first. Itâs like a hit to the chest, physically stopping you in your tracks. Suddenly youâre that sobbing, confused eight year old all over again, just wanting to understand how her best friend in the whole wide world could turn his back on her when she needed him most. Kirishima calling your name snaps you out of it as you roll your eyes and make your way over. If Shoto doesnât recognize you then fine, youâre not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing itâs upsetting you. You drop onto the couch unceremoniously in the small space between Kirishima and Bakugo, causing the blonde to shoot you a glare and huff as he and Kiri are forced to adjust themselves to make space for you. You give him a satisfied grin once youâre comfortable, which only causes his scowl to deepen more, before suddenly multiple unfamiliar faces are hovering right in your field of vision.
âHave none of you fucking heard of personal space?â you snap instinctively, feeling closed in. They seem unperturbed by your temper, instead a boy with long black hair and a wide toothy grin comments âYou really are like Bakugo!â âDonât compare me to that angry Pomeranian,â you scoff. âHah!? The fuck you just call me half and half?â Bakugo immediately retorts, crimson eyes glaring you down as his palms spark in warning. âI called you an angry Pomeranian. You deaf or something? That why you fucking yell all the time?â you fire back as black shadows start to curl off your right hand like smoke. âYou little-â Bakugo starts to threaten, looking like heâs seconds away from launching into you and starting a proper fight, but both of you are distracted by the delighted laughter of the others. âI love you already! Nameâs Mina Ashido,â the pink girl, Mina apparently, introduces herself. âGlad weâve finally got someone who can keep Bakugo in check. Iâm Kyoka Jiro,â another girl introduces. Your mind whirs as you process more and more new names. Denki Kaminari is the other blonde. The boy with the long black hair is apparently Hanta Sero. All of them introduce themselves with both their first and last names. You will not be following suit. âIâm (y/n),â you reply simply. âNo surname?â the eager blonde, Denki you remind yourself, asks with a tilt of his head. The gesture reminds you of an overexcited puppy. âNope,â is your simple reply. âWhy not?â he presses. âBecause I said so,â you shoot back, raising one eyebrow. To your surprise he immediately drops the subject and moves on. âSo whyâd you transfer?â he asks. âMoved too far from my old school,â is your quick reply. âHow dâyou know Kiri?â âFatgumâs agency.â âWhatâs your quirk?â âJesus Denki itâs not an interrogation. Let the girl breathe,â Sero cuts him off with a laugh, shoving Denki to the side a bit so that Sero becomes front and center in your line of vision. He openly gives you an appraising look from head to toe before saying âDonât mind him heâs a little nosy. The better question is: are you single?â You canât help but bark out a startled laugh at the boldness of the question. âYour laugh, while beautiful, is not an answer,â he grins. âGod you guys are the worst,â Jiro groans with a roll of her eyes, âyou donât have to answer that.â âThanks,â you laugh before turning back to Sero to say âbut for the record I am single,â with a wink. Your laugh turns into a full on cackle at the way his face goes bright red. âDonât tell me you can dish it and not take it,â you tease him. âOh he definitely canât take it,â Mina giggles before launching into a story to prove her point, much to Seroâs chagrin. A small part of you starts to hope that maybe this year wonât be so bad.
The sound of your laughter draws Shotoâs eyes to you. Itâs such a stark contrast between how youâd looked when he last saw you. Guilt crawls up his throat like bile, leaving an acrid taste in his mouth. Youâre different from when the two of you were little. Harsher. More acerbic. Heâs not entirely surprised but it still saddens him. He wonders if things wouldâve been different had he ignored his fatherâs warnings about you. He wants to ignore his fatherâs warning now. He wants to march right up to you and apologize for everything, lay himself out bare to prove to you he never wanted to abandon you, but something holds him back. He thinks it might be cowardice. God, how would he even begin to apologize? You were having such a bad time you moved to an entirely different prefecture and he did nothing. Of course you hate him.
Shoto is brought out of his musings by Midoriya nudging him, a questioning look in his green eyes. Midoriya would know how to right the wrongs of the past. Or at the very least would probably be able to give him some ideas. But to fully explain what had happened heâd also have to explain your father and reveal your identity. Judging by the fact your last name wasnât even given on the list of students Aizawa gave Iida, you must be trying very hard to keep that information confidential. Itâs really not his place to share and heâs hurt you quite enough already. Maybe he can talk around it a little bit though. âMidoriya, hypothetically, if you had hurt someone greatly many years ago and now had no idea how to start apologizing. What would you do?â Shoto finally asks after thinking carefully over how to phrase his question. âHypothetically?â Midoriya asks skeptically. âYes. Hypothetically,â Todoroki confirms. âWell I guess it depends how bad what I did was,â Midoriya hedges. âIt was bad,â Shoto replies immediately, face darkening at the admission. âIn this completely hypothetical scenario,â Midoriya replies with a knowing smile. âYes exactly,â Todoroki says as he clears his throat. âWell I guess Iâd start by just doing little things to show Iâm sorry until we were both ready to talk and I could apologize properly,â Midoriya offers. Shoto nods thoughtfully as he mulls over Izukuâs words. Small things. He could do small things. âHey, Todoroki-kun?â Midoriya prompts causing Shoto to return his attention to his friend. âWhatever you did to (y/n), Iâm sure it wasnât as bad as you think. Sheâll forgive you eventually,â Midoriya assures him.
A loud boom causes both of them to jump in their seats, eyes seeking out the source only to land on you and Bakugo almost literally at each otherâs throats as the two of you tumble over each other, the crowd around you still laughing at whatever had incited the tussle in the first place. Both of you look damn near feral, causing Midoriya to gulp. âProbably,â he amends, âsheâll probably forgive you eventually.â Todoroki nods almost solemnly. You may just kill him before he gets a chance to apologize. That doesnât mean he canât at least try though.
A/N: Am I back to daily updates on a fic again?? Maybe??? Weâll see lmao. It was fun to write more of the class and their dynamics but omg thereâs so goddamn many students in class 1A idk how Horikoshi keeps up with them all đ© also M*neta got kicked out for sexual harassment in this version of events, I refuse to write that little nightmare lol
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i can't be the only one who wants izuku to get fucking pissed at his situation, at all might, start questioning what the fuck is going on with OFA.
because if you're going to trust a fifteen year old with something like OFA and bind them to the life of a symbol, you do not get to withhold information. deku was not told he'd be dealing with an enemy like AFO when he got the quirk, nor was he told that basically its whole point was not fighting some vague concept of evil, but fighting a very tangible very dangerous villain. he wasn't told that up until all might, inheriting this power was guaranteed suicide, and even after all might you only have a vague chance of survival. to be offered such a life altering "gift", Izuku should have been warned of everything. from the start. and if not then then from the very moment izuku started seeing vestiges, or at least when AFO resurfaced. WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD YOU HIDE ANY, ANY BIT OF INFORMATION ON A QUIRK THAT IMPORTANT?????
no because, if you look at it cynically, All Might took this kid who had nothing and who looked up to him as effective god. He took this kid who he knew had no sense of no self-care or self-preservation. This extremely reckless kid who he saw putting his life at risk three times (sludge v1, hanging on to AM as he jumped, sludge v Katsuki) within 24 hours. He picked this kid who he knew would give everything (because Izuku had "nothing", and therefore nothing to lose) and "gifted" him with a ticking time bomb. Of course Izuku is willing to break himself if it means using OFA to max potential. So much of his self-worth is based on OFA. He's said time and time again he isn't sure if he deserves it, that it's a borrowed power. If you've taken this kid and given him everything practically overnight, of course he'll go to self-destructive lengths to prove himself worthy of it. Who'd want to go back to being nothing after all?
And this is a logical conclusion. Someone like Izuku, someone like All Might probably used to be in his youth and still kind of is, they're perfect to be put on this kind suicide mission. They're a perfect vessel. Sure they're heroic and brave and selfless, but most importantly they're willing to die for the cause. OFA the quirk knows this. Literally two seconds after Katsuki sacrifices himself telling Deku not to do shit alone, Deku renders said sacrifice useless by doing exactly what Katsuki warned him not tođ And the quirk and vestiges encourage him. They don't give a shit about repercussions and Deku's chronic pain or possible arm paralysis. They just want to beat AFO. You go son you break those arms đ€
Doesn't it all feel a little bit exploitative?
Look at it like this. A kid is born with no power. This kid wants to be great, but the world says he can't. He meets his hero, and the hero says he can't either. Then the kid acts heroic, but reckless. The hero sees an opening. This kid is good and doesn't care one bit about his well-being? Jackpot! He offers the kid a deal. Great power, an extraordinary gift at surface layer. But one with so many more hidden strings attached that hurt and break and haunt the kid, that he was never warned about or taught how to deal with. But he can always give it to someone else! Can he, really? Can he go back to being nothing? With a personality like his, well nope. And that's why you pick the overly selfless reckless ones. The ones that will feel indebted to you to a ridiculous degree.
Isn't it like dare I say... like a deal with the devil?
As we progress more and more into the lore of AFO and OFA, I can really see why Katsuki's started to view it as a cursed power. And with how wildly different from expectations (at least mine) + far more nuanced the Todofam drama has revealed itself to be compared to what it seemed upon first intro, I'm inclined to believe there's more to the OFA story than clean cut, young bro good guy vs mean big bro oppression.
TL;DR - All Might is the metaphorical devil jr who gave Izuku a passed down deal, and neither he nor broccoli boy read the fine print.
Bakugoâs ghost sent me this ask đ
Lol but seriously, these are all excellent points and Iâve been sitting on this ask until I had time to answer it because youâre absolutely goddamn right
This shit is explotive af, and Iâve got a suspicion as to why
I donât think Deku was a random choice, thereâs a layer of fate/mystic woven into the bnha world that gets over looked.
Sir had insane fortune telling abilities that were never once wrong about anything except when it came to the 2 OFA users fates. Deku even specifically says heâll smash any fate in his way, and I think on some level he knows he can because he has a different destiny.
The vestiges break him from Shinsos hold, meaning the can have some level of control over Dekus body. You think AM noticed every time something like that happened? AM didnât even notice Bakugo internalizing all the blame for his retirement even after watching his mom force him to apologize for it??
âI keep forgetting that your still a childâ AM, sir, this is the third time youâve admitted out loud that you were just gonna let Bakugo suffer his own fate đ please stop indicting yourself and at least pretend you care about Bakugo outside his relationship to Deku jfc
Also what are the chances you get nine random holders and none of them turn out to be corrupt or at least too self serving to die for the cause??? Slimmer than the pages bnha is printed on.
Thereâs something pulling some strings here, and I think itâs the true power of First users quirk.
What would be the point of transferring a quirk if thatâs itâs only power?
What would be the point of this quirk being essentially password locked?
What would be the point of this quirk being able to forced on to someone?
Thereâ wouldnât be any.
But what if thatâs not what the quirk is?
What if the quirk is actually passing something along, and thatâs why itâs dna based, itâs the transfer of an integral part of them.
Something that would change a person if forced on them but would possibly eradicate someone if stolen. Something like a souls desire? That could be a dangerous thing to give to someone else especially if itâs something they didnât want, now they suddenly have to?
Then you give this quirk a strength enhancing quirk?
Now itâs got some juice, how much stronger did it get? Can it sense others with a similar goal, can it make its host gravitate towards those people?
Is the firsts quirk purposely finding exploitable heros, like Nana AM and Deku. All people who were/are willing to give up everything for the cause. How much of the first is in there, how much sentient power does this quirk have?
We know that Nana gave up her family, her child, for the cause. AM never bothered cultivating a family and pushed away Sir and anyone else who is anti him dying, and now weâre seeing Deku do the same.
Deku who had no friends to begin with, a dad whoâs out of the picture, and an already slightly strained relationship with his mom?
Is this quirk capable of learning? Does it know that having people you care about slows you down from sacrificing yourself?
Does this quirk compound with the other users goals make the drive stronger each time?
Idk but thereâs a glimmer of hope that Deku isnât doomed to be a glorified meat puppet, and it exists in the form of Kacchan.
No one else had someone so deeply rooted to them, who could fight right along side them. Bakugo is an outlier in this story, almost the exact opposite kind of hero OFA wants, his connection to Deku breaks the cycle.
Deku would never give up on Katsuki, and even if he tried Endeavor will start coughing up ice cubes before Bakugo lets him. He couldnât leave Deku alone when he was convinced he hated him, thereâs no way heâd do it now.
Dekus story will be different from the other users thatâs for sure.
#get it?? cause endeavors quirk is hell fire đđđ#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#kacchan#deku#izuku midoriya#all might#OFA#AFO#oneforall#allforone#nana shimura#softy answers#am i on to something#or have I just officially lost my mind?
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06.
thereâs things you tell your best friend, then thereâs things assholes donât deserve to know
It was another night of training with your grandfather, another night of beating if you could give it a subtitle.
As of late, youâd been sparring against Shinso to help him get into shape should he wish to transfer to the Heroics Department. And so far, heâs showing results. Just when is he going to make use of them, youâll never know.
But, itâs summer break now, so heâs deserved a break from night training. And with that, resumes your training with your grandfather â whom youâve never beaten once. He just loves to shift his fighting style to his liking and without warning.
And sometimes, or just because he doesn't have tact or does it on purpose, he manages to catch you off guard.
ââŠwhat.â
âYouâre really making me repeat myself?â having blocked your kick, with your feet in his hands, he pushed back, causing you to slide into the mat. âMasaru called, inviting us for dinner before the boys head off to their summer camp.â
âAnd you said âyesâ without even asking me!?â
And you just saw Uncle Masaru a few days ago!
Yellow eyes stared at you, unimpressed. âClearly, from your reaction alone, we both knew what youâd say.â He says with a gruff, circling you. âDonât be rude, girl.â
And then, he charged towards you.
Blocking his attacks proved difficult, especially since he successfully caught you off guard.
Straining to block all his punches, you nearly missed the kick to sweep you off your feet making you jump. Landing awkwardly on your feet, he charges at you again. Picking up on his approach, you deflect at his hands, aiming to grab hold on you. Seeing an opening, you aim for a quick kick to his stomach- to which he easily caught his hands, twisting your foot with a flick of his wrist, you were twirling in the air and landing on your back, hard.
Groaning, you didnât have to open your eyes to see the smug look on his face, but the tone of his voice was another. âYou better be on your best behavior, foolish girl.â
Grumbling, you lied there, yellow eyes opening, set on the ceiling, grimacing into space.
âTell that to him.â
Dinner later that evening, you dressed simply: wearing a simple shirt, with a print that comically read âplaidâ in kanji, tucked in a simple long skirt. The shirt had been a gift from Izuku, one the two of you got together at a bargain sale.
Funnily enough, when he showed up, he wore the same shirt. You two laughed at each other, enough to ignore the ash-blond eyeing the two of you.
Dinner was rather eventful, with the adults doing the talking, often asking questions to either teen. Bakugou, however, was surprisingly quiet. You pretended not to notice, but it was hard when the teen sat across you, carmine eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before you tore away first. For the rest of the dinner, you were adamant about just enjoying good company and good food.
It almost felt homey, considering the people in the table. Keyword: almost.
âSo, howâs school been?â Uncle Masaru asked, a rather innocuous question directed towards the teenagers.
Izuku replies first, helping himself to another serving. âFine, Uncle! Well, not much has changed since Kacchan has me beat in ranks.â
âHm? What is your rank?â you asked, curious.
âThird,â Bakugou replies quickly, you blink at him just as he swallowed his meal. Pointing to Izuku with his thumb, he says, âFourth.â
You feel your lower eye twitch, your question wasnât really directed towards him but was rather open to either of them to answer, so you left it at that.
âHeh, thatâs impressive, Izuku!â Whatever tension brewed, immediately squashed down. This was not the time for that. âWell, youâve always been smart anyway.â
âHow about (Name)?â Auntie Inko chirped, smiling.
âSheâs not so bad,â your grandfather replied, sipping his tea. âsheâs one of my best warriors in the martial arts club!â he says with so much pride it was practically emanating off him.
You felt your eye twitch, giving your grandfather an exasperated look. His answer was so far off.
âIf you would just let me answer!â the adults laughed, Izuku included, holding onto your shirt sleeve to prevent you from attacking your grandfather. âIâm doing fine, actually. Other than my clean reputation," you emphasize for Izuku "âs not so bad. Itâs not UA, but itâs comfortable. Made some friends here and there.â
âWhatâs your rank?â Bakugou asked, curious.
Fixing him a look, you reminded yourself of where you were, replying politely. âTenth, out of twenty-eight.â
âWow, thatâs impressive, (Nickname)!â Izuku smiled at you, genuinely. Smiling back at him, you took a bite of your meal, chewing slowly as you lull yourself into the comforting dinner noises.
The tension between the two young adults were not amiss to a certain ash blonde, shooting your grandfather a quick look, then to her husband, a glint of mischief.
âSo, (Name)-chan, got yourself a boyfriend yet?â Auntie Mitsuki asks, rather bluntly.
Your eyes shot wide open, doubling over.Â
Bakugou nearly choked on his meal, Uncle Masaru quick to pat his sonâs back gently.Â
âM-Mitsuki!â
Your grandfather snorted, turning the other way, holding his laughter in.
âWhat? Iâm just asking! Ah, Shihan, you donât mind, do you?â
Recovering, your grandfather gives a sage shake of his head, unnervingly at ease at the question thrown at you. Izuku eats away, but keeping an interesting ear â traitors, you thought.
âE-Eh, no.â
âWhat!? Thatâs too bad.â Auntie Mistuki practically yells, looking offended, too.
âI agree!â Auntie Inko seconds. â(Name)-chan grew up to be such a pretty girl, any boy or girl would be foolish enough to miss out on you!â
âAlso, sheâs really good in martial arts!â your grandfather adds, pride written all over his face. âOnly a fool would miss out on my granddaughter!â
More like fear me, you fool of a man.
âWhy is the conversation suddenly all about me,â you mutter uncomfortably, chewing your dinner. Izuku shrugs, working on a small smile.
âSo, no boyfriend then, (Name)-chan?â Uncle Masaru, master of keeping the peace, asked.
You could only shrug. âNo.âÂ
It was an honest answer, enough to quell anyoneâs curiosity, but it seemed like the wrong answer to Auntie Mitsuki and your grandfather, whose shoulders dropped in disappointment. Uncle Masaru frowned at the two, shaking his head. Auntie Inko blinked innocently, unaware of the ploy of the two.
Only Bakugou Katsuki caught on, jaw clenching, one hand balled into fists under the table while you and Izuku began to chat amongst yourselves.
A white envelope was squeezed into your shoe locker one morning, a bag of chocolates â very clearly bought at the convenience store, was taped next to it, much to your confusion.
Dull (e/c) eyes stared at the items, trying to make out the items before you. Beside you, Izuku followed your gaze, a startled look on his freckled face as red soon blossomed his cheeks. â(N-Nickame)!!!!â
From his high-pitched shriek, a few girls turned your way in interest, whispering amongst themselves. Other students, who just walked in, eyed your shoe locker curiously.
You stared at it harder, not moving from your spot, arms crossed over your chest. Behind you, a small crowd had gathered - not really lingering long, but curious on your situation.
âOh, someone actually has the guts to give one to her?â
âWell, Yoruichiâs actually not that bad looking.â
âFor a quirkless.â
âWell, at least she compensates elsewhere.â
Izuku, patiently waiting on you, leaned in to whisper, amidst the chattering behind you, to you. âI-I-It might be confession letter?â
âHAH!?â
A loud explosion sounded, scaring half the middle schoolers entering the building, followed by a voice behind you. âTHE FUCK!?â
âA-Ah, Ka-Kacchan! Good morning!â
âFucking nerd, get outta my way!â yelled the blond, taking your cue to roll your eyes and rip the chocolates from your shoe locker, assessing the brand with interest, unaware of carmine eyes watching you.
â(Nickname)?â Izuku turns to you in question.
Lips pursued, you nonchalantly pocket the chocolates in your bag, taking a bite out of one of them. âChocolate is chocolate, right?â
His freckled face only burns a darker shade of red as you put your shoes on, laughing at him.
âIzuku, youâre so cute.â
With the letter in hand, you eyed the words carefully, making sure it wasnât a mistake: âTo: Yoruichi (Name) of 2Aâ.
âThrow that piece of trash away,â mutters the blond beside you, but you pretend not to hear him and pocket the letter as well. You didnât see the look of shock cross his face, as you turned to Izuku, forcing chocolate into his mouth, laughing more as you two head off to your classroom, nor the smoke coming out of his hand.
The rest of the day, Bakugou was in a foul mood, especially when you munched on the chocolates or gave some to Izuku (he tried to reject them because they were for you and not him).
In the end, it was a confession from a lowerclassmen which you turned down politely.
After dinner, you had volunteered to do the dishes, knowing that Izuku would join in and the other guy would go off to do whatever he does. However, since receiving his quirk, your grandfather had been interested in seeing Izuku use them in action. And with his quick muscle build-up, he was even more piqued to discover what interesting skills he's developed. Thus, your best friend was stolen away from you, leaving you to work on the dishes withâŠhim.
Just as your grandfather has stolen Izuku away, Auntie Mitsuki yelled at Bakugou to help you with the dishes instead of shutting in his room doing god knows what.
So, two teens stood there, by the kitchen sink, a respectable distance between them, while Uncle Masaru placed the dishes, smiling apologetically. Somewhere, Auntie Mitsuki was eyeing the kitchen with a satisfied smirk whilst Auntie Inko was left in the dark.
Truthfully, you enjoyed washing the dishes, in a way, it was therapeutic alone or with a friend. Just, not with someone like him.
Then again, you had no choice. You did volunteer.
Resigned, you sighed and began to bunch your hair into a bun, getting to it. âIâll wash, you rinse.â
Wordlessly, he nodded, and silence filled in once more.
And with that, the two of you were off to work, strictly work.
The only sounds heard were the gushing of water, scrubbing on plates, and utensils. As the night when on your heightened senses ran wild: with your hearing, you could hear the quiet chattering amongst adults in the living room, Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru inquiring about Uncle Hisashi from Auntie Inko, and outside, just faintly, you could hear Izuku floundering on the spot as your grandfather worked with him. It was enough to bring a smile to your face, only to stop when you remember the person beside you.
It was hard not to feel unbothered when you could feel his eyes on you, smell burnt sugar off him mixing with lemon dishwashing soap and hear the beating of his heart.
Soapy bubbles slowly began to fizzle one by one as you began to take the plates from the water, passing them along to Bakugou to be rinsed.
All in all, you managed to do the dishes without any bloodshed â which just seems to be the case whenever the two of you were together. However, during dinner, it was non-existent. It was probably out of courtesy, respect towards the elders who wanted to catch up. Then there were the young ones, two of three were doing the talking but only to themselves, singling the superior one out. Throughout dinner, he was the odd one out, which was strange since he's always been showered with attention - as though it was supposed to be. But no, nobody really talked to him unless asked or when curious, mostly his answers were minimal.Â
âI-I told Kacchan as wellâŠâ
For some reason, your mind made you think of that. When Izuku told you his secret, you felt honored, trusted, assured.
"But he didnât seem to take it seriously.â
But the fact he told him, that unnerved you. After all, why? He didnât deserve a piece of Izuku he willingly tossed aside so many years ago. Izuku still held on to Bakugou for so many years despite the bullying, it irked you. You were enough, so why cling on to him?
âYour summer campâŠâ you tested, words slurring.
Beside you, the ash blond physically flinched, surprised that you were talking to him.
Hey, it wouldnât hurt to talk, right? Because, like Izuku, there was some reason you still clung on to him. âHow long is it?â Well, a tiny part at least.
A beat of silence. âA week.â
You hummed, watching the soapy water go down the drain. âThatâs a long time.â
Call it friendship, or a sense of duty, but there was more to it. Delving deep to wonder what exactly was scared you though, so you left it at that.
When the last of the bubbles disappeared, you lifted your gaze out the kitchen window eyes searching above rooftops for the moon. Tonightâs shape was a waxing crescent, your favorite moon phase because if you tilted your head, it wouldâve resembled a Cheshire grin.
Fixated on the moon, you were unaware of the way his eyes lingered on your shirt, identical to the one Izuku was wearing, his insides unsettling. Carmine eyes silently took in your form, mouth formed into a straight line, eyes shifting from (e/c) to yellow, glazed with a thousand thoughts he was barred from asking.
âTheyâll probably give you hell over there,â your voice was airy, vague, comforting, testing again.
He felt his hand twitch, especially nothing that a loose strand of hair fell against the nape of your neck, over your burnt mark. He wanted to move the (h/c) strand away, to feel his fingers against your skin, marvel over something that was his doing, in a sick way â relish his mark over you.
Turning to him, you offer a small smile. âWell, have fun over there.â
And with that, you pushed yourself off the sink and walked out the kitchen.
(His hand dropped to his side, weakly, defeatedly.)
BREAKING NEWS: The League of Villains infiltrated UA's Summer Camp, several students injured, one kidnapped!
The door slid open, forcibly, everyone flinched at that, and of the person stomping in. âI-ZU-KU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!â the green-haired boy flinched at the volume of your voice, each syllable of his name pronounced angrily, a menacing aura emanating off you. âARE YOU SERIOUSLY PLANNING TO GIVE ME AND AUNTIE INKO A HEART ATTACK!?âÂ
Green eyes widened, arms weakly making pathetic gestures in the wind. â(N-Nickname)âŠl-let me explain-â
Approaching his bed, your aura didn't let up. âOne of these days Midoriya Izuku,â pointing at him dangerously, finger shaking in front of him. âONE OF THESE DAYS!â
âNow, now, (Name)-chan, weâre at a hospitalâŠâ Auntie Inko calls out as she rushes in, gentle hands trying to calm you down.
âGranddaughter have some manners!â your grandfather chides, a basket full of apples in hand. âThis is a hospital, yâknow-âRealizing that they werenât alone, the elder man blinks at the people crowding his room. âAh, he has guests.â
That made you stop, stopping in your shaking of your best friend, head snapping to several eyes looking your way, they tremble under your gaze.
âW-Weâll just leave thenâŠâ Ochako states, bravely, Iida leading the group out, offering you a friendly smile on her way out. For some reason, there was more to that smile, a coded message. But youâll get to that later.
After giving your best friend a piece of your mind, it was Auntie Inkoâs turn. Well, her version was more on crying, wailing, and fussing â very Auntie Inko. Your grandfather merely huffed, arms crossed, unimpressed with Izukuâs recklessness. Nonetheless, he ruffled your best friendâs curly locks, offering his rare smiles.
âIâm glad youâre safe, Izuku-kun.â
âY-Yes, Shihan!â
Despite seeing your best friend safe and sound, something unsettled in the pit of your stomach, had you unnerved to the bone. You weren't his best friend for nothing if you hadn't noticed it. Seeing as your grandfather and Auntie Inko were here, you knew you couldnât ask him about it just yet.
Once the two of you were finally left together, you turned to him, eyes asking with the same mien Ochako gave off earlier. Izuku seemed to anticipate this, a look of guilt and unease colored his features.
Taking a deep breath, he began to talk.
Words were coming out, sentences forming, information settling in your brain, processing.
And then, you could only feel one thing: numb.
Numb, just like the time a punch caught you off guard.
Numb, just like when he said those venomous words at Izuku in junior high school.
Numb, just like when you lost your parents.
Just. Numb.
Tears welled in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks before you could stop yourself. They wonât stop pouring, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, your breathing was going abnormal. Shaky knees almost knocked you out, had Izuku not grabbed a hold of your arm. Coming to, you grabbed at his shirt, desperate, worry, anger. âY-Youâre going to get him back, right?â he stopped, glossy eyes meeting your own. âY-You willâŠr-right?!â your voice cracked at that, fingers shaking uncontrollably.
One nod, firm, solute, and final. âI will, (Nickname). Iâll bring him back.â
Your fists tightened, head bowing, forehead pressing into his chest, tears coming faster. âPlease, Izuku, bring him back. Bring back our, Katsuki!â
Guess what? You thought about it, plaguing your mind for days later.
The result? Well, it feels stupid. YOU feel stupid for a silly little crush over a short-tempered childhood friend, who forever sullied his reputation and severed ties with you.
Simple as that.
Congrats, you won a bucket load of denial slathered with angst.
Why, oh, why couldnât you have fallen for Izuku, instead? Sweet, kind, and reliable Izuku. Life would have been so much easier and saner.
But as that one stupid song goes: the heart wants what it wants.
Why the fuck did it want him? Bakugou Katsuki?
The cons weighed so much than the pros, you could go on and on. But at the end of the way, the pros could still weigh over those cons, no matter how little you presented.
Itâs fine, you thought, thisâll pass.
A stupid little crush like this will pass and youâll find yourself laughing at it when youâre older, sober, and probably mature.
Your only hope was to distance yourself from him, which worked for a time since he goes to UA and has resided there since his kidnapping/All Mightâs retirement.
Yet, you live in the same area.
Your only REAL hope was for him to graduate, get into hero work thatâll make him work hundreds of miles away, OR, you graduating, getting into university and moving away from town. Both possibilities worked. There was more.
However, Izuku thought otherwise.
âYouâre being a coward, (Nickname). Youâre basically running away.â Heâd berate, a disapproving look on his face.
Ducking, you played with the ends of your hair. âIsnt it better this way?â You muttered, looking away, not wanting to be at the receiving end of his look. You hated that look, it reminded you of your mom, dad, Shihan, and Aizawa-san â it made you feel like a child.
âItâs not fair to Kacchan.â you deadpanned with a roll of your eyes.
âWell, he was never fair with us anyway. Call it even.â
Izuku sighed heavily. â(Nickname)...â
Turning to him, you asked, a bit miffed. âWhy are you defending him? How can you forgive him so easily?!â
âWell, itâs never good to dwell in the pastâŠâ His words, you never trusted them whenever the blond became the topic of your conversations â which is minimal, by the way. There was something he wasnât telling you completely, something he had to figure out for himself first.
And you were patient, so you left him at that. âWeâre becoming civil now. You two, should as well!â
âBIG. PASS.â
He gave a weary sigh, from the weight of your words.
Honestly, you couldnât sleep the night you received news that their summer camp had been invaded by the League of Villains. You were worried sick for both of them. You wanted them to be safe. And since Bakugou was kidnapped-
â(Nickname), you should be more honest with your feelings. Especially towards Kacchan.â
Of course, heâd see right through you, he was your best friend with a brain so great after all.
âPass.â
â(N-Nickname)âŠâ
âI want nothing to do with that dead fuck, after everything heâs done to us, to you.â
âIâve already forgiven him for that.â
âGood for you then.â
â(Nickname),â his tone was berating, again.
Sighing, aggravatingly, you beg with your eyes. âDonât do this, Izuku. Please.â
âBut, youâve always liked him-â
âTHAT WAS BEFOR-!â you stopped mid-yell, balled fists shaking, taking a deep breath, you repeated your words. âThat was before.â
Izuku had the gall to look unconvinced, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, head tilted at you â since when did he learn to be this snarky!?
Exhaling through your nose, you stood your ground. âIâm not sorry for yelling. Iâm not planning to forgive him now, or any time soon, I can never forgive him for what he did. And Iâm sorry I canât be as forgiving as you.â
Green eyes softened, his pose unchanging, but he fixed his head to look at you better. Worry coloured his features. âBut (Nickname), it isnât good to hold on to your anger forever, you know that, right?â Somewhere deep in your heart, you swore you felt a skip, your knuckles suddenly felt hot. âIâm not saying that you should forgive him now, but at your own pace. You can deny how you feel, but you can never escape it forever, (Nickname).â
Weakly looking up to him, his green eyes were unwavering, swallowing you whole.
âI hate when youâre right.â
âI always am.â The corners of his lips lift, a bit smug.
Your eyes narrow. âI hate you.â
âI love you, too, (Nickname).â
From: (Name) Yuroichi
To: Bakugou Katsuki
Iâm glad youâre safe.
masterlist âą seven
#lame#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki fanfic#bakuou katsuki angst#bnha#bnha fic#bnha angst#bnha angst fic#mha#mha fic#mha x reader#mha angst#mha angst fic
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Izuku' cracking bones' midoriya : and so I was standing there scared child on my back and he was like brugh! And so I detroit smashed him so much he kinda just went belgh
All of class 1-a that wasn't at the raid :... YOU KILLED HIM?
Izuku 'I will murder for kids' midoriya : twas a logical rush.
The heros that were there for it and saw the aftermath :... Eraser your kid is fucking insane.
Eraser ' I will kill for theys kids' head : haha yep. My problem child
#lmao it be like that#feral izuku#cryptic izuku midoriya#izuku mydoria#bnha incorrect quotes#bnha imagines#Izuku is a force of God prove me wrong#dekubowl#dadzawa#aizawa shouta#izuku fluff
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Forced infantilism with izuku and his sweet darling pleaseeeeee :(((((
Iâve been meaning to try my hand at something more directly derogatory⊠I guess Izukuâs as good of a place to start as any. Obsessives are just made for this kind of thing, really. Itâd be a shame not to use their strong suits.
Title: Mouth Wash.Â
TW: Physical Violence and Kidnapping.Â
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On your first date, Izukuâd said he liked helping people.
Thatâs what he wanted to do, wasnât it? Thatâs why he rose at such an ungodly time each morning, why he took the time to stop even the pettiest of crimes, why he put so much care into each and every thing he did, whether or not he got any credit for it. Youâd found it frustrating, when you still had the luxury of voicing your opinions on Izukuâs actions. There was always time for another patrol, another press junket, but never for a date or a conversation or a simple âgoodbyeâ, somedays. He wanted to help people. He wanted to help anyone and everyone he could.
Anyone and everyone, save for you.
Heâd never cared whether or not he helped you.
Even now, you could tell he couldnât be bothered to think of your comfort. Your legs ached from disuse, cramping and throbbing anytime you dared to shift. You werenât sure why you tried, honestly. It wasnât like you could go very far with Izukuâs arm wound around your waist, keeping you propped up on his knee and pulled flush against his chest, despite your efforts to stay at a respectful distance. Heâd already come home from his daily dose of heroics and run through his âroutineâ, meaning youâd been given a bath that lasted much too long and force-fed something simultaneously burnt and undercooked, since Izuku no longer trusted you with the contents of a standard kitchen. Currently, the news was playing in the distance, an over-blown story about Ground Zeroâs latest scandal and the appalling name heâd called a reporter, a panel of journalists and simplified personalities attempting to take sides in an argument that wouldnât exist without their efforts.
Izuku sighed, and you let out a breathy, careless laugh, a knot forming at the base of your ankle. You wondered how difficult itâd be to walk, when Izuku finally let you. âImagine whatâd they say if they knew what you were like.â
The comment earned you a glance from the corner of his eye, a look of warning. There was only so scared you could be after so long, though. âWatch your tongue,â Izuku said, his voice already low. âI donât think I like where this is going.â
âIâm not saying anything that isnât true.â The sentiment felt wrong, in your voice, just a touch too mature to be something youâd really say. You tried not to linger on the feeling, knowing it was only because Izuku preferred simple affirmations to long-winded rebuttals, but it was impossible not to relish in the opportunity to speak. It came so rarely, these days, and Izuku hadnât yet stopped you. That was the closest thing to encouragement he seemed capable of, when it came to you. âI mean, your reputation would be ruined. Deku, All Mightâs successor, a Hero keeping his partner trapped in their own home, keeping them as a prisoner while he tells everyone⊠What did you tell everyone? That I was captured by villains? That I went out one night and didnât come back? They mustâve believed you, considering how benevolent you act around all your adoring fans.â
This time, Izuku reacted. He was resting on the sofaâs arm, before, letting you lie against him, but all too suddenly, he was sitting up, his shoulders squared and his body wrapped around your own, a cage of meat and muscle that seemed so much more inescapable than the dozens of padlocks decorating every possible exit. He still didnât dare to look directly at you. âI think youâre upset,â He explained, like you werenât capable of figuring that out on your own. âYouâre upset, and youâre restless, and youâre saying things you donât mean. If youâre moody, I can--â
âYou kidnapped me.â You didnât let him finish, you didnât want to hear it. You knew how this would end. Heâd tell you he was just taking care of you and youâd hold your breath, trying not to speak until you found a pillow to scream into. You didnât want to feel helpless. You didnât want to be silent. You wanted to be the whiny, insolent child he seemed so convinced you were, even if it only proved his point. There was little you could do that wouldnât, anymore. âYouâre a monster, and you donât even know it. Youâre just too fucking crazy to realize Iâm not the one who needs--â
He didnât give you a chance to make your declaration. Instead, he took you by your collar, jerking you off his lap and standing, throwing you over his shoulder somewhere between the two steps. You writhed, kicked, yelled, but Izuku was an unrelenting force, and no amount of squirming could make a break in his resolve. You half-expected him to get impatient, to toss you down in the first closet he saw and only let you out when your crying was too loud to tolerate. But, both the cabinets and the basement door were ignored without hesitation, Izuku passing them by in favor of dropping you unceremoniously onto the bathroom floor. With a high-pitched cry, you fell onto your knees, a stark, crashing pain instantly replacing any discomfort you mightâve felt. You tried to crumple into yourself, to curl up and disappear into a ball of your own self-pity, but the bathroom sink was too close, towering dauntingly above you.
Oh, god.
This was a punishment.
Izuku didnât bother asking you to open your mouth. Nimble fingers entangled themselves in your hair, wrenching your head back and forcefully parting your lips, the gap just wide enough for him to push something between them. You tasted it before you could find a name to the unwitting weapon, the scope of that bitter, chemical awfulness flooding over your tongue reaching every time you gagged or reeled back or did anything to stop the spread. It burnt at the insides of your cheeks, singed at the top of your mouth, and just as you thought it couldnât get any worse, Izuku forced it further, only stopping when you felt something solid and smooth hit the back of your throat.
He was washing your mouth out. The thought occurred to you abruptly, but it did little to alleviate the panic that came with realizing you were choking on a bar of soap. Izuku hummed as you heaved, dropping your head in favor of rubbing slow, steady circles in your shoulder. âYou knew this would happen,â His whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear. âYou know how much I hate it when you try to talk back, but youâre just so stubborn⊠Youâve gotta be good for me, alright? I canât stand it when youâre not.â
You gargled out something incomprehensible, coughing as another stream of suds slipped down your throat, but you did your best to nod, to agree and go along with what he wanted because you had to, not because you wanted to. As a reward, the bar withdrew, leaving you to sputter and stammer out apologies as a mixture of saliva and that clear, bubbly liquid fell from your lips and onto the spotless tiles. If Izuku noticed, he didnât care, lifting you as you spat and retched, holding you against him. âYouâre tired,â Izuku announced, his tone carrying an authority that made you hesitant to correct him. âDonât worry. Itâll be an early bedtime tonight, and your favorite for breakfast tomorrow. My sweetheart just needs a few hours of sleep, and weâll both be feeling better in the morning.â
âI hate you,â You muttered, numbly, the taste of metal and mineral still lingering on the backs of your teeth. âI hate you so much.âÂ
Izuku just pulled away, smiling down at you like he hadnât heard anything at all.
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To Be So Lonely
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku
Warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, violence, strong language, homosexual behavior, major character death {not bakudeku}
Word Count for Chapter: 3,715 words
Summary:Â Midoriya Izuku has always wanted to be a musician. Something about the lyric working with a melody to convey his feeling just made his heart race. After his father died when he was three, Izuku has always relied on his mother. She worked two jobs to care for him and always supported his dreams. But when his mother is diagnosed with breast cancer just after he graduated high school, Izuku has to shift his focus. Now heâs working two jobs and takes care of his mother with the help of his gay neighbors.
In an attempt to learn self-defense, Izuku takes a few classes at a local gym. Itâs there that he meets Toshinori Yagi, an older beta who used to be a professional heavyweight boxer. Yagi notices Izukuâs potential and encourages the small omega to eventually go pro. So, in order to make more money, Izuku eventually agrees.
Bakugou Katsuki has only ever wanted to fight. Orphaned as the young age of four, Katsuki has been fighting to live for his entire life. Fighting is all heâs ever known. After fighting underground for a couple years, Katsuki is noticed by Todoroki Enji. The older alpha takes him in at 19 and names him the official successor of his legacy (especially since all of his actual kids hate him).
 Now, Katsuki is 25-years-old and the professional heavyweight champion.
In a whirlwind of events, Katsuki meets Izuku in the unlikeliest of places. He watches the small omega perform and canât help it feel extremely protective and absolutely enamored with him. The older alpha gets to meet him and say goodbye without even learning the omegaâs name. Katsuki isnât sure that theyâll ever meet again.
That is, until Katsuki officially meets Izuku at a professional lunch with his managerâs rival.
{OR}
The one where Katsuki is a professional alpha boxer with arrogance issues and Izuku is a stubborn omega thatâs way little too reckless with his well-being.
With a wacky cast of characters (including three idiots, a manly best friend, a traumatized bastard with daddy-issues, and many more) absolutely hell-bent on getting them together, neither men can seem to catch a break
{0.5} Icarus
âThere are two circumstances that lead to arrogance: one is when you're wrong and you can't face it; the other is when you're right and nobody else can face it.â
â Criss Jami
I Z U K U
âIt was nice seeing you after all these years, Enji.â
Izuku mentally groaned as Toshinori kept talking to the overgrown alpha. Their lunch had long since ended, so the small omega just wanted to head across the street and begin his warm-up.
And to get away from Katsuki Bakugou, who had been staring at him since this whole shit-show started.
Endeavor huffed in agreement and glanced in Izukuâs direction. âYour successor seems very headstrong, so I canât wait to see how he fares today.â
I love that heâs talking like Iâm not here.
âHeâll exceed your expectations. Letâs head out, Izuku.â
Izuku immediately relaxed, wagering standing to follow Toshinori out of the restaurant. His dress (which had been forced on him by Uraraka, who said something about looking nice for a certain alpha) brushed against his knees and tickled his legs.
Honestly, he couldnât leave fast enough.
The small omega followed his teacher towards the exit, nodding respectively in Endeavorâs direction. And Todorokiâs.
When his gaze landed on Bakugou, he simply looked ahead.
The outside air caressed Izukuâs soft skin and made him sigh in relief. Compared to the tension in the restaurant, the slightest amount of breeze felt like a god-send.
âYoung Bakugou seems very interestedâŠâ
Toshinoriâs voice was teasing and affectionate, but Izuku immediately stiffened. There is no way that they were talking about the same alpha.
Izuku hummed lowly, adjusting his jacket. âI disagree, sensei. He seems arrogant and insufferable with a need to prove that heâs stronger than anybody else.â
âI think heâs just concerned for your well-being.â
The small omega huffed, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he glanced at his teacher. The idea of an attractive alpha feeling protective over him was flattering yet incredibly infuriating.
Izuku is here for one reason and one reason only.
âDeku! Wait!â
Fucking fuck.
Toshinori stopped and glanced behind them, his face lighting up in amusement. âIt seems like someone wants to speak with you, Izuku. Donât take too long and Iâll see you inside.â
The small omega paled.
Traitor.
His teacher hobbled away, chuckling to himself.
The familiar smell of caramel and cinnamon greeted Izukuâs senses. It was more than comforting, which made the small omega feel slightly mortified.
Izuku sighed in defeat and turned to face Bakugou, who had a less intense scowl on his face. His suit looked messier than before and the alpha appeared as if he had fought someone to catch up with him.
âWhat do you want?â
Bakugou didnât even flinch at Izukuâs tone. âNothing. I just wanted to-â
Izuku cut him off, crossing his arms. âIf youâre to lecture me on my own idiocy, then donât even try. You donât even know me.â
âI just want to understand.â
That was enough to make Izuku freeze.
Izukuâs chest tightened as he locked eyes with alpha, who looked less angry than he had been during lunch. âThere isnât anything to understand. Iâm doing this for the same reason as anyone else.â
Bakugouâs red eyes glinted. âBut Iâve seen you perform, Deku. You fucking love music.â
âStop calling me that.â
The alpha raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. âI like that it pisses you off, so no. And donât change the subject.â
Izuku scoffed. âWhy are you so desperate to understand me? You shouldnât concern yourself with my wellbeing.â
âHonestly? I have no fucking clue.â
Bakugouâs words hung in the air and floated amongst the tension. Izuku was a bright red as they stared at each other, searching for any sign of challenge.
Izuku swallowed thickly, looking away from the alpha. âLook, Iâm well aware of the risks. Iâve been boxing underground for over a year and struggling to learn how to protect myself.â
âWhat if you get bitten, though?â Bakugouâs voice was rough.
The small omega sighed, anxiously rubbing his palm with his thumb. âAs I said earlier, they would have to catch me first.â
Bakugou nodded after a moment, still studying him. âI still donât understand your fucking need to be reckless. I also donât get how everyone seems so fucking okay with it!â
âItâs not your job to worry about me.â
The alpha chuckled at that. âBut someone obviously fucking needs to. I donât give a shit about what your supposed friends think, but youâre going to be eaten alive tonight.â
Izukuâs eyes narrowed. âYeah?â
âYeah.â
The small omega hummed and took a few steps forward. Bakugou froze, his breath quickening as Izukuâs face became centimeters away from his own.
I hate that he smells so nice.
Izuku chuckled, pulling away from the surprised alpha. âThen I guess youâll have to watch. I donât need your concern and I certainly donât need your fucking protection, Kacchan.â
Bakugou blinked, still processing. âWhat the fuck did you just call me?!â
âKacchan.â Izuku purred smugly, stepping back. âGood luck on your match tonight. Not that youâll need it, of course.â
The alpha snapped out of his daze, his skin flushing at the compliment. âHold on a damn second, shitty Deku-â
Izuku ignored him and walked briskly towards the entrance to the venue. His own heart was racing in his chest from the interaction, especially since Bakugou was obviously just as enamored as him.
He glanced back, smirking softly.
âIâll see you later, Kacchan.â
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K A T S U K I
â-and it was like his brain short-circuited.â
âNo shit?! I wouldâve paid cash to see that!â
âSo manly, Bakubro!â
Katsuki growled loudly as his idiots ran around him in circles. Todoroki, who had been re-telling the events of lunch, smirked at him with as much smugness his stupid face could muster.
Nobody was doing their fucking job.
Sero and Mina were supposed to be preparing the med-kit supplies for the match, but they were fucking around and wrapping bandages around Kaminariâs head. Kirishima was supposed to be talking strategy with him, but he was talking excitedly with Todoroki.
And that half-n-half bastard?
He was reveling in Katsukiâs embarrassment.
âI swear to fucking godâŠâ Katsuki huffed, his eye visibly twitching. âI will fucking end each and every one of you if you donât shut the fuck up!â
Everyone froze.
Kirishima laughed awkwardly, obviously trying to ease the tension. âDonât be so angry, Bakubro. Weâre all just excited that youâre finally interested in somebodyâŠâ
Katsuki flushed a bright red. âIâm not fucking interested in that shitty nerd Deku! I just donât want to see a weak bastard get eaten alive!â
âSure, Blasty, sure.â Mina muttered sarcastically.
Donât commit homicide.
Donât commit homicide.
Sero looked at Katsuki with an indifferent expression, a used roll of bandages in his hand. âYouâre acting like being interested is a bad thing. Weâre not saying that you wanna fuck the dude, Bakugou.â
Katsuki grumbled loudly, trying to hide his embarrassment.
I totally fucking do, and thatâs whatâs embarrassing.
ââŠunless you doâŠâ
The red-eyed alpha clenched his jaw and growled indignantly in Kirishimaâs direction. âI totally fucking donât, Shitty Hair! Who the fuck would even be into a shitty nerd like Deku?!â
Kirishima, Mina, and Todoroki shared a glance.
Sero and Denki simply snorted.
âI thought he was cute.â Todoroki spoke evenly, his eyes challenging Katsuki. âI found his confidence quite attractive.â
Katsuki stiffened, his stomach churning at the idea of Deku and Icy-Hot interacting at all. Red hot jealousy bloomed in his chest and spread like a wildfire throughout his body.
I think the fuck not.
âSomeone looks jealous.â Mina sang smugly, making Katsuki scoff.
Todoroki hummed in agreement. Â âHe does. If I wasnât emotionally invested in an omega from my office, Iâd pursue Midoriya out of spite.â
Kirishima perked up at the news. âYouâre interested in an omega? Since when?!â
And just like that, the focus shifted.
Katsuki silently got to his feet and walked around the small locker-room. His match wasnât till the end of the tournament, but he usually watched other matches with Kirishima and critiqued their strategy.
Itâs a tradition at this point.
What the fuck happened earlier?
Deku stood so fucking close to him. All Katsuki could smell was chocolate and cherries with the faintest hint of vanilla, which hadnât been noticeable before. His stupidly cute face was so close that Katsuki couldâve kissed him.
And then he fucking left.
Deku left and turned back with a stupid smirk that screamed sexual innuendos in Katsukiâs direction. He called the alpha a ridiculous name, and Katsuki fucking let him.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
âAlright, bro. You ready to go watch some matches?â
Katsuki snapped out of his memory-filled daze and grunted in response. âLetâs go watch some losers, Shitty Hair. I need to relax before I kick Togataâs ass tonight.â
Kirishima grinned. âAnd maybe impress a certain omega?â
âShut up.â
Both alphas headed out of the locker-room and towards the arena. There was a specific box that Enji rented at every tournament specifically so he could watch. He didn't seem to mind that Katsuki did the same thing.
Even if he did, Katsuki didnât care.
The sound of screaming fans, alphas and omega alike, immediately made Katsuki cringe. He could barely make out a few words, but he didnât care enough to process any of them.
In the ring, an alpha female and a beta female were kick-boxing.
Weâre still in this part of the tournament.
Good.
âOH FUCK! Hagakure delivers a stunning roundhouse kick!â
Katsuki took a seat a little ways away from Enji and focused on the match. It was Yaoyorozu vs Hagakure. He had seen them in regular boxing, so it wasnât that much of a surprise to see them deviate sometimes.
As a beta, Hagakure was shorter and relied heavily on her legs. She was known for being a skilled southpaw, so upper-arm-strength wasnât out of the question.
Yaoyorozu was one of the few female alphas that Katsukiâs met in his life. She could be jumpy at times, but she also struggled with predicting/preparing for her opponents moves. She relied on her height to get in close and hardly receive any damage to her face.
Katsuki fought her once or twice. Sheâs definitely skilled.
âI think Hagakure strained her left leg.â Katsuki murmured, watching the way that the beta favored her left side.
Kirishima narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. Â âI think youâre right. Yaoyorozu hasnât noticed yet, though.â
Katsuki shrugged. âShe will. Eventually.â
Sure enough, Yaoyorozu glanced at Hagakureâs feet and her eyebrows furrowed in surprise. As the beta pulled back to land another kick, the female alpha hit her in the face with multiple jabs.
As soon as Hagakure was distracted, Yaoyorozu landed a harsh kick to her left leg and swept them out from under her.
The beta didnât get back up.
As the crowd and commentator went wild, Katsuki sat back and glanced at Kirishima. âI told you that Ponytail would notice. Sheâs been training.â
âItâs a good thing that we didnât bet this time.â
âYeah. You wouldâve fucking lost.â
Before Kirishima could respond, the familiar sound of an intermission rang through the air. They had about ten minutes till the next match, so the sound was to let people know that there was a break.
Katsuki cringed at the sound.
âAfter our break, weâll see the professional debut of Midoriya Izuku against a crowd favorite, Monoma Neito!â
And that was enough to make Katsuki freeze.
Oh fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Monoma was an arrogant bastard that Katsuki hates with every fiber of his being. He was an alpha with a history of distaste for omegas, leading to an ever-growing fan base of shitty alphas.
Not only would he hate Deku, but he would try and rile him up the whole time.
This wouldnât be a fair fight.
âBakugou? You look pale.â
Katsuki snapped out of his daze and locked eyes with Kirishima. âIâm fucking fine, Shitty Hair. Monoma just pisses me off.â
Kirishimaâs gaze softened. âYou donât have to watch, you know? I can just tell you what happened after the match is over.â
âI donât need your pity. Iâm fine.â
âOkay, bro. Whatever you say.â
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I Z U K U
âThere. Feel tight enough?â
Izuku took his gloved hand away from Uraraka and moved his wrists. âThey feel great. Thanks for being here, Uraraka.â
Uraraka grinned brightly, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail as she went over Izukuâs things again. âOf course! Iida and I wouldnât miss this for the world, Deku! Plus, Aizawa threatened to ground us if we didnâtâŠâŠâ
Sounds about right.
âMidoriya! Where is your mouth guard?!â
Izuku glanced over at Iida, who had a professional-looking med-kit in hand. âI put it in my bagâŠI thinkâŠâ
Iida sighed and bolted to Izukuâs gym bag, muttering things under his breath. He and Uraraka had been his friends ever since high school, long before Izukuâs mom got sick.
They graduated a little over a year ago.
Now Uraraka is attending University to be a teacher and Iida is studying to be a doctor. Sometimes, the older alpha will come over and give Izukuâs mom a once-over. His family helps out a lot with her treatment.
But not enough.
Which is why Izuku is here in the first place.
âYour mouth-guard is important, Midoriya!â Iida chided, handing the omega a green piece of plastic.
Izuku hung his head, slightly embarrassed that the alpha was reprimanding him. âI was training late last night. After the stuff this morning, I couldnât remember if I packed it or not.â
Uraraka grinned, her eyes glinting mischievously. âSpeaking of whichâŠ.I saw you and Bakugou in front of the venue.â
Oh god.
âAnd it seemed pretty flirtatious, Deku.â
Izuku flushed a bright crimson, resisting the urge to hide his face. âIt wasnât flirting! He was just being stupidly overprotective when he didnât have the right!â
Uraraka smirked. âAlphas tend to be protective over people they care about. Or, in your case, people they are attracted to.â
âI donât think itâs like that.â
His best friend gave him a look before looking behind him. âSensei?! What was your impression of Bakugou when you met him?â
Toshinori, who had been talking with a few betas, looked in their direction and grinned as he walked over. âYoung Bakugou was very outspoken about his concern with Izukuâs second gender. Heâs quite enamored.â
âMy point exactly!â
Before Izuku could argue, a female referee appeared in the entrance to the locker-room.
Itâs time.
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Izuku feels nauseous.
The small omega can hear the crowd screaming as his opponent is announced, but his brain can barely process any of it. His silk robe (an emerald color) clung to his curves and covered his freckled skin.
Since heâs no longer underground, thereâs no need for the bunny mask.
Then his name is announced and heâs shoved into the shark-infested water. Izuku focuses his gaze on the ring, acutely aware of his team following behind him in quick succession.
Izuku can feel the disgusted stares among the screaming.
âYouâll do great, my boy.â
Toshinorâs voice was gentle and firm as he made Izuku look at him. He looked proud and confident in his abilities, which made the omega feel better.
Izuku swallowed thickly as his robe was pulled off of him. âIâll win. For you and for my mom.â
âI know you will.â
Izuku hugged him and turned to enter the ring.
His opponent is a short but burly alpha who was obviously slow on his feet. His blond hair was parted and his pale eyes were full of amused disgust.
âAlright, boys,â The referee crooned, her black hair tied back. âI want a clean and fair fight. No funny business or I will dish out some punishments.â
Izuku nodded, studying the alpha in front of him.
Monoma, however, ignored the omegaâs attempt to touch gloves and retreated to his corner. He was smirking in Izukuâs direction, shamelessly checking out every inch of his body.
âAndâŠFIGHT!â
Izuku stepped forward, carefully guarding his face and waiting for Monoma to make the first move. He needed a strategy, above all else.
Monoma smirked. âI didnât think theyâd make it this easy. Omegas canât fight, doll. Itâs a known fact.â
The small omega ignored him, staying carefully light on his feet as they circled each other. It was becoming obvious that Monoma just liked hearing himself talk, so he had to wait for an opening.
âYouâre not mated? How pathetic.â
There.
His eyes flicker to the crowd when he talks. Heâs speaking loud enough for them to hear, meaning that he wants to put on a show.
Monoma chuckled some more. âWhat? Too scared to make the first move? I can do this all-â
Izuku lunged and landed a right hook to the alphaâs jaw.
Retreat.
The small omega immediately retreated as Monoma stumbled back in surprise. The crowd fucking lost it, screaming a mix of cheers and curse words.
Monoma huffed, growling lowly in Izukuâs direction.
Then he charged.
Izuku dodged, guarding his face as Monoma initiated an onslaught of jabs and pummels. Sweat gathered on his brow and his breathing sped up as he looked for an opening.
There.
Izuku brought his leg up and kicked Monoma in the gut.
The larger alpha gasped in surprise, but that was the opening Izuku needed. In quick succession, the small omega hit him with three jabs and a left hook.
Not without consequence, though.
âYou fucking bitch!!â
Monoma growled loudly and landed a solid left hook to Izukuâs face.
Pressure, pain, and high-pitched ringing erupted from his right side. Izuku grunted in a mix of surprise and pain, immediately retreating to his corner and settling into a guarding stance.
In his confusion, Izuku was attacked from the right side again.
Two kicks and a mix of punches pummeled themselves into Izukuâs stomach, making the small omega choke and gasp.
âEnough! Back off!â
Izuku gasped, still standing upright as the referee pulled Monoma back. He could taste blood in his mouth, but his adrenaline was too high to feel any pain.
My strength is in my legs.
I need to aim my kicks high enough to land on his face. The nose is the most sensitive, so it would be my safest bet.
Izuku hardened his gaze and glared at the alpha in front of him.
Monoma charged, heading straight for Izukuâs right side. This time, however, the small omega was prepared and effectively slipped.
As he ducked under, Izuku moved and delivered a high-kick to Monomaâs face. The alpha choked and stumbled backward, grasping his face as blood immediately started to pour.
Before the alpha can recover, Izuku charges and delivers strikes to Monomaâs jaw.
DING! DING!!
âThatâs the bell! To your corners!â
Izuku backed off and retreated to his corner, sweating like a pig and gushing blood from his brow.
He sat down, allowing his team to work.
âYouâre doing great, Deku!â
Urarakaâs voice sounded close by as Iida and Toshinori crowded him. The alpha got to work on bandaging his eyebrow as the beta placed the water spout between his bloody lips.
Izuku panted wildly, drinking the water. âHe needs to get close to land a hit, sensei. I fucked up his nose, though.â
âYou did.â Toshinori supplied, pulling the water away. âDonât forget to parry. Meet his hits head on.â
Right.
â2nd round! On your feet!â
Izuku took a deep breath and got to his feet. He could see better without the flow of blood in his eyes, so he definitely noticed the look of hatred Monoma gave him.
Monoma looked pissed.
DING! DING!!
âFight!â
Monoma moved first this time, furiously charging Izuku like a raging bull. Instead of dodging or slipping, the small omega met his kick head on.
Their legs clashed, which Monoma clearly didnât expect.
Izuku used his body weight to shove the alpha backward, giving himself enough room to land a few side-kicks. He kept his moves fast and precise, knowing that any wasted second could make him lose.
Monoma swung, but he overcalculated.
Izuku dodged and landed a harsh upper-cut to the jaw. He could feel the crunch of bones and teeth, which was more than satisfying.
After that, Monoma didnât stand a chance.
Before the alpha had a chance to recover, Izuku shoved him back with another side kick and prepared himself to finish the fight.
Roundhouse.
Izuku leaned back and put his entire body weight into the kick itself. He aimed high, specifically for Monomaâs broken nose, and fucking succeeded with a perfect landing. It was fucking perfect!
Monoma crumpled into a heap, completely unconscious.
âThatâs a TKO! Midoriya wins the match!â
Izuku stumbled backward as the cheers rang loudly through the air. His right ear was still ringing, but he definitely heard most of them.
As he was swarmed by his team, Izuku glanced upward.
Katsuki Bakugou was watching and yelling animatedly from a private box. His face was red and he looked pumped as he grinned in Izukuâs direction.
That was the last thing Izuku saw before losing consciousness.
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K A T S U K I
âHoly fucking SHIT!â
Katsuki watched as Dekuâs team dragged him out of the ring, but his mind was running a mile a minute.
Despite taking multiple hits, Dekuâs form was fucking perfect. Every move he made was carefully calculated and planned, along with a surprising amount of raw fucking power.
It was hot as fuck.
âDid you fucking see that!?â Kirishima was just as hyped as Katsuki, sounding hoarse from the amount of screaming theyâd done.
Katsuki nodded, almost breathless as he glanced at his best friend. âIâve never seen anyone TKO Monoma. I could probably fucking do it too, but Jesus fucking Christ.â
Kirishima met his gaze, smirking.
Oh no.
âHe didnât need your protection after all, bro.â
Katsuki swallowed thickly, shooting a mock glare in Kirishimaâs direction before getting to his feet. âShut the fuck up. Deku may have kicked that bastardâs ass, but he barely held up.â
Kirishima raised an eyebrow. âAnd where are you going?â
âI still have a fight to prepare for, dumbfuck.â
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Hi! I just had a thought and thought it might be fun to write! So we all know Hawks is a pretty cocky guy, and he likes to brag about his speed, but what if his s/o beat him in a race? Maybe with the same glitch quirk?? Could also with Bakugo considering how competitive he is! (Also hi I absolutely loved the last thing I requested 100/10!!!)
OKAY. ALRIGHT YOU FUCKING PSYCHIC. I DEADASS JUST HAD A CONVERSATION WITH @eraser-baby ABOUT AN IDEA LIKE THIS WHEN I RECEIVED THIS REQUST. I love the idea of using the glitch quirk âšhoweverâš I feel like thatâs cheating lmao, how do we feel about a Gran Torino reader? đč
Because thatâs what Iâm gonna use, and since this wasnât specifically a head cannon request Iâm gonna write little blurbs á( á )á
[Master List]
Takami Keigo (Hawks):
â-A man who might be too fast.â You read aloud, the article you found on your boyfriend was hilarious. You werenât a well known hero so you never had to worry about the media smearing you, but gods did you love reading them. You sat slouched on the couch in your living room as he paced around.
Keigo groaned in the background, âJust because thereâs no one faster than me doesnât mean Iâm âtoo fast!â I mean-â He tossed his hands out. âWhatâs wrong with being fast?!â
You laughed harder, âAwe~â You teased, sitting up and leaning over the back of the couch. âSounds like your egoâs bruised.â A cheeky smile spreads across your face.
He rolls his eyes and smirks at you, âYouâve never complained about my speed.â He teases back.
You blush loudly and playfully scowl at him, âNow that Iâm thinking about it maybe you are too fast.â You chide.
He gasps and dramatically places his hand on his chest, âIâm wounded! Truly hurt!â He leans over as if he got hit in the gut.
You hum at his sarcasm when a delightful idea comes to mind, âWhat if we hold a race?â
He walks over to the couch and sits beside you, leaning into his hand with his elbow on the back of the couch. âA race?â
Your fingers fly on your phone screen, âYeah like one of those Pro Hero events?â You pull up an example. âWe can prove that you might be the fastest but not the only fast hero?â
He hums and agrees that it could settle the current media drama as well as being up his approval rating, âIt couldnât hurt anything.â
ââ
After a few weeks of event planning the race was set, all around Tokyo there were streets blocked off for the race. Media and other agencies participated, you decided to let rookies and sidekicks alike join the race with the proâs. âYouâre participating?â Keigo asks you while youâre adjusting your boots.
You chuckle, âOf course! Itâs my event.â A Cheshire smile grows at your lips, âWhy? Scared of losing, Birdy?â
His smile drops for a moment, a light blush dusts his face and he forced a laugh. âIn your dreams, Dove.â His voice was flirty but you knew he was challenging you.
Contenders get to the starting line, you and Hawks were standing next to each other. Everyone got into the positions best suited for their quirks and you leaned into a traditional racing pose and took the deepest breath you could manage. *BANG* The starting flare was shot and a strong burst of air knocked Hawks and all the other contenders over. You had vanished, everyone was silent for a moment until they heard your voice, âDidnât the race start?â You yelled teasingly in the distance.
Laughter was heard in the crowd and you jetted off again, everyone else clamored back into position and took off. Hawks stared at you in awe for a moment before nearly scowling and flying off, he dusted the other contenders until you were in sight again. The two of you were about 30 feet from the ground, when you hear him behind you. âI thought you didnât like the mediaâs attention Dove.â He teases, you glance back and smile.
âNot liking the attention and taking this race seriously are two different things, my love.â You wink and blow him a kiss before taking another deep breath. You land on the side of a building and pivot, shooting down the next street and passing under Hawks who was paying more attention to you than the building in front of him. âPivot, sweetheart!â
After nearly crashing into the on coming building he flips and follows after you; you tease him and bounce between buildings faster than his eyes can keep up. Keigo hears your laughter periodically as you jet by, âYou seem to be having fun (H/N), ready to lose?â He chides as he dive bombs towards the finish line.
You took the biggest breath your lungs could hold, the sound that came from your feet could be compared to a jet plane itself. Keigo stretched his legs in front of him for the bannered line as you dove towards it.
With photo evidence you grasped the banner and rolled on the ground coming to a stop. Cheers were heard as you sat up, your legs spread out and your hands were on the ground in front of you. You stayed sat tangled up in the banner while the dizziness passed, â(H/N) won the race!â Present Mic announced over the PA, âTHE TITLE OF FASTEST HERO HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN PASSED ON!â You smiled widely as you heard, plopping on your back to lay on the ground.
Hawks hovered over you with a shocked expression and offered you a hand, âIâm stuck.â You whined and grabbed his hand. He pulled you upright and you teetered as he helped untangle you. You huffed for air from using your quirk so much.
By the time the shock had settled he found himself laughing, âWhat the fuck, (Y/N).â He laughed out, part of him was living for the fact that you can be that fast the other part is internally squawking âwhat-the-fuck.â
His wings fluffed and fluttered in frustration, he knew heâd hear never hear the end of this from the HPSC. You watch him go through the stages of ego-death and canât help but laugh. âCome on, Birdy.â You tug on his jacket. âIf youâre gonna challenge me you have to be ready for every outcome.â
You wink at him and usher him to the even stage, where he gets the pleasure of hanging a meddle on your neck. He groans as he remembers he agreed to this part, âRemind me why I agreed to this?â
âBecause you love me.â You jeer.
âââ
Bakugo Katsuki:
Itâs all fun and games until someone loses an eye, or in this case until someone gets blasted into the void. This thought has been running through your mind on repeat as Aizawa had planned a handful of âfunâ competitions for the class to partake in rather than your âstandardâ gym class. Itâs not that you didnât love the idea, in fact it was brilliant. Everyone would have the chance to see how far theyâve come, it would give everyone the opportunity to work with each other to improve your skills. However Aizawa seems to forget a certain someone in your class, Bakugo Katsuki, your beloved boyfriend. As much as you loved him your were fully aware that he would pay no expense to beat everyone (including yourself) in a competition. Todayâs competition was a race at Ground Beta, you were delighted because this is something you were good at. You, Iida, Izuku, Tokoyami and Bakugo would definitely lead the competition with your quirks.
You knew Bakugo would never hurt you, gods only you knew how delicate the guy could be. That didnât change his competitive nature though. âNo eye gouging.â You muttered more to yourself than Bakugo, he looked at you confused until he remembered the phrase that rule came with.
He huffed and rolled his eyes, âI can win without doing that.â He retorted, you hummed at the comment. âWhat?â He hissed.
You chuckled a bit and stretched as everyone lined up for the race, âNothing âSuki, Iâm just excited to see how this turns out.â You shrugged your shoulders a bit with a smirk on your face and started your controlled breathing techniques and Aizawa blew his whistle.
You were off, it looked as if youâd vanished before everyoneâs eyes. Izuku was the only one who really knew your quirks capabilities since he interned with your grandfather. Those who followed were the expected bunch and a couple others, Iida and Bakugo were directly behind you, Tokoyami used Dark Shadow to fly, Shoto used his ice to propel himself forward, Tsuyu and Izuku hopped powerfully to keep up. Bakugo was launching himself above the 7 of you, you chuckled and took a deep breath as the obstacles began.
You shot gracefully between the cement panels Cementos had put up, using them as platforms to push farther. You could hear Katsuki laughing from above, âYou wonât get far if you weave around like that!â He chides as he goes.
You snort when he fails to realize the cement structures are moving, they grow higher blocking him. He blasts it immediately and clicks his tongue. âStrategy, my dear. Itâs easier to see where theyâll move from the ground âSuki.â You wink at him, the other behind you seemed to notice what you meant when they heard you.
After the panels pass a new obstacle began, taking a sharp turn through the buildings and launched yourself high in the air from the ground. The other started to get ahead, Katsuki in the lead as you started to free fall. You were dive bombing past the new obstacle, âWHAT ARE YOU DOING?â You hear your boyfriend screech at you, he looked at you incredulously.
You looked back with what can only be described as a casual yet confused look, âFalling?â Your retort, almost sounding like a question, only seemed to irritated him.
The concern and frustration fought for dominance in his expression. Your chuckle seemed to snap him out of it, he grunted and blasted past you again when you jetted by.
Bakugo could feel his arms starting to ache from his quirk as you both neared the finish line. With Iida catching up, the three of you were neck and neck for first place, you took the biggest breath you could take and blasted past the two. With your knees bent you braced for impact as you crash landed into the finish line. You stood on wobbly legs as you panted for air, honestly you didnât care if you won. You started laughing between breaths because of how fun the race was before looking up to see the candid photo of you winning. âOh shit.â You droned, laughter dropping from your tone, you know youâll never hear the end of this now.
Yelling is heard behind you, along with the sound of explosions. You could hear Aizawa and Iida telling Bakugo to calm down as you turned to him. As much as he wanted to congratulate you, rage consumed his face. He stomped up to you and you smiled softly at him, âRematch.â He stated, you could tell he was holding back. âJust us, no obstacles.â The words seethed between his teeth and you could only giggle.
Your laughter got thicker and more obnoxious as he tried to make his demand seem reasonable. âYour quirk isnât speed based Katsuki.â You snorted out while rubbing your eyes.
He stumbled for words in frustration before letting out a growl, popping is heard from his hands. âI WANT A REMATCH.â He finally bellows.
Laughter bubbles up in your stomach again as he barks and whines about a rematch. His face gets red in frustration as you fall on you butt laughing, by the time he burnt himself out from yelling he squat next to you. âWe should race more though, that was a good race.â He mutters soft enough for only you to hear.
âThereâs nothing wrong in admitting you had fun, âSuki.â You tease, only for him to stand quickly in frustration.
âShut up!â He snaps and ruffles his hair.
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I HAB REQUEST!! Could I request a Kirishima x reader where the reader has WICKED period cramps and kiriâs beinâ all supportive like âitâs not uter-you, babe. Itâs uter-usâ đđ thx
I love this idea but iâm a boy so iâve had the help of my friend @lilacskyura because i literally know nothing about periods lmao <3
this is my first âx readerâ thingy so i apologize in advance for any mistakes haha :)
also sorry that itâs so short, i really didnât know what to write *~*
word count: 625
pairing: Kirishima x Reader
warning: mild swearing, fluff
You woke up this morning in agony. Typical. The day your boyfriendâs coming over, you get the heaviest period ever! You were so looking forward to spending some quality time with Kiri but now your mood is a bad one.
Your periods arenât usually this heavy so youâve never experienced cramps like this. I mean, theyâre SO intense. Like youâve taken a punch from Izuku right in the stomach. So bad that youâre tempted to tell Kiri not to come, but you miss him, so you donât.
Thatâs when you hear a knock on your door. You get up reluctantly and waddle towards the door, passing a mirror on the way that showed a disgruntled version of yourself staring back at you.
You swing open the door to see your boyfriend stood there with a grin like the cheshire cat, which quickly turns to concern as soon as he sets eyes on you. âHi- Woah, what happened to you?â he says through a giggle. Your resting bitch-face turns quickly into extreme happiness and you throw your arms over his broad, muscly shoulders. He places a kiss on your neck and you pull away, inviting him in.
He tiptoes past you on the way in, unsure as to what mood youâre in. You didnât tell him about you period because you didnât want to scare him away. You close the door after him. Woah. He looks so hot. His tight shirt hugging his rocky abs. It breaks your heart knowing that you canât do anything with him, you know with the period and all.
He takes a seat on the couch and you shuffle over to him and snuggle beside him forcing him to cuddle you. âSeriously, whatâs up?â he asks. âNothing, donât worryâ you falsely assure him. He gets up to go the kitchen cabinets and grab a snack.
âDo you want anything to eat?â Youâre so hungry, but you canât. If you ate anything, youâd throw it right back up, so you decline. âNow i know somethingâs up, youâve never turned down food before.â Great. Youâre gonna have to tell him. Your silence only confirms his thoughts. âJust tell me!â
âFINEâ you snap âI- Iâm sorry, iâm on my period alright?â His face scrunches in confusion. God heâs cute. âThatâs it? Thatâs why youâre acting weird?â he says, pocky in hand. âJeez, why didnât you tell me?â
He walks over with the box of pocky as you groan with the ache of your belly. âWoah, you really are on your periodâ he jokes as he slides in beside you on the couch. You were so embarrassed. Now he knows.
âYou can tell me stuff like that you know?â he continues. You shrug in defiance. âIf you hadâ he adds âI might have brought you some suppliesâ .You chuckle and say âLike what?â
You can see him calculating in his head. You let out a smug âhaâ when he starts talking. âLike chocolates, flowers, and maybe an ice pack for your stomachâ You look up at him in disbelief. This was your first period since youâd been dating so to hear him say exactly what you would have wanted was so strange. After all, he was perfect.
He gives that same smug âhaâ that you did moments ago before he proved you very wrong. He is so cocky. You love it. You see the look in his eyes as he looks down at you. He leans down to kiss you. His lips are like cushions pressed up against yours.
He jokes âWeâre in this together. Itâs not uter-you, itâs uter-usâ He chuckles at himself and you look at him with pure passion because you know, however corny he is, he loves you, and you him.
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Top Izuku NSFW headcannons
Iâm having a fucking week yâall, like Iâm not okay so please enjoy these self indulgent Izuku nsfw headcannons. A bitch needs a break from life for a bit okayâŠ. Also reader is a girl, because Iâm a girl⊠and these are for me.
â ïžThis contains NSFW content of an aged up 18+ Izuku Midoriya, if you are uncomfortable with that please do not read thisâ ïž
đ„ŠI have much to say and so little room to say it, so shut up and listen to my thirsty ass.
đ„ŠIzuku Midoriya is a confusing little nasty boy who goes from a bottom to a top the longer heâs intimate with someone â like he goes from sniveling bratty bottom to your daughter calls me daddy too.
đ„ŠBut itâs a super slow buildup to that point, like it takes him at least a year or two to gain the confidence to top.
đ„ŠBut thatâs because heâs one of the most observant mother fuckers out there, like he does his research, writes it all down in that creepy little journal he keeps for his girlfriend.
đ„ŠEven while heâs being brutally fucked into the sheets heâs taking note of every little reaction his girlfriend makes while they use him.
đ„ŠEven outside of the bedroom he does *ahem* âResearchâ *ahem* to find out things he and his girlfriend might like in the future.
đ„ŠItâs only after heâs gotten at least five pages of grueling research in that little notebook of his â and his confidence grows, obvi â does he even think of approaching her with the idea of him topping.
đ„ŠObviously at the point he does this heâs never been dominant in the bedroom, so sheâs gonna be sus, but bitch you better watch out because Izuku doesnât play games.
đ„ŠSure heâs a little shaky and awkward starting off, but once he gets into it his girlfriend better say goodbye to her loved ones because she is dead.
đ„ŠLike Iâm talking she wonât be walking tomorrow kinda shit, cause Izuku fucking Midoriya doesnât play around.
đ„ŠanYWAY. LETS TALK KINKS PLEASE?????
đ„ŠI have always seen him as a voyer/exhibitionist, like he loves the humiliation of watching his girlfriend get taken by another man and then proving to her that he is way better than anyone else. She is his and heâs gonna prove that shit.
đ„ŠHe really likes the idea of Bakugou or Todoroki doing it the most â his two biggest rivals in life trying so hard to make his girlfriend feel even half as good as he can and failing. Then they have to watch as he proves how much better he is once again.
đ„Š*AHEM* Also he just gets horny at really weird times and in weird places so he just kinda pulls his lovely little lady out of view and takes her really quickly.
đ„ŠAnd, yes, he has fucked her while heâs on patrol. All he has to do is drop in, swoop her up, and run off. Like whoâs gonna tell the #1 hero to stop? No one, because heâs the number one hero.
đ„ŠIzuku isnât really into hurting his girlfriend, right? Itâs not his style, he doesnât vibe with it. Yet, heâs super into choking, like he loves to choke â lightly.
đ„ŠHe doesnât know why, maybe its the faces she makes, maybe its the power rush he gets⊠he just knows it makes him feel some kinda way.
đ„ŠOmg, he totally uses his quirk in bed, but like not at full power because yikes.
đ„ŠNo but really though, he does use it â just usually on accident⊠Like heâs really really into it and heâs fucking her as hard as he can, but heâs just not going as fast or as hard as he wants to and he just⊠activates his quirk and itâs got both of them seeing fucking stars.
đ„ŠOmf, he has a big thing for role-play, but like only hero/villain role-play â so please for the love of god he needs to be called her #1 hero, heâll bust a nut the second it leaves her mouth.
đ„ŠSpeaking of nut, his favorite place to do so is anywhere on her â more specifically her chest or face.
đ„ŠThe image of her covered in his cum makes him very very happy in more ways than one.
đ„ŠLowkey into pet play, not like fully, but he likes to call her names like bunny, puppy, and kitty in bed. Like he just calls her that, probably another power thing idk.
đ„ŠOfc the boy leaves marks everywhere, but its mostly around her hips and thighs â where the most brutal treatment is ofc. Heâs always super wary of where he places love bites though, and he does his best to place them in hide-able places because heâs still respectful boy.
đ„ŠOkay I think thatâs it for that (for now), lets talk aftercare.
đ„ŠBitch though the sex was good? The aftercare is like youâre transcending to another plane of existence.
đ„ŠHe pampers. Runs a warm bubble bath, washes her hair, cleans up her body and puts her in comfy clothes. While the sheets are watching her curls up with her on the couch and put on her favorite show.
đ„ŠHe makes her snacks and gives her water, and heâs pretty much at her beck and call until she recovers.
đ„ŠDonât get him wrong, he isnât apologizing, heâs a cocky little shit â heâs just a cocky little shit who cares⊠and if that isnât sweet.
đ„ŠAnyway, Iâm not done I wanna talk about their sex life from outside of the bedroom â and not in an exhobisionist way (though Izuku certainly doesnât mind that)
đ„ŠFirst of all, every single one of his friends from UA are convinced heâs still a bottom â with the exception of two (un?)lucky men. Like everyone is convinced heâs still baby bottom baby.
đ„ŠUntil someone *cough*Kaminari*cough* bursts into their house unannounced while their doing the do and gets on tape exactly how wrong everyone is.
đ„ŠNo one could look Izuku in the eyes for weeks after it got around their friend circle.
đ„ŠKaminari was forced to delete the video the second Izuku found out he was the one who took it â and Kaminari wasnât about to get his ass beat by the number one hero soâŠ
đ„ŠIt didnât get out to the media, but now everyone whoâs close to Izuku always has that lingering thought in their minds.
đ„ŠAs for the media, everyone is convinced heâs probably the softest lover in bed. Very sweet and encouraging â which sure he is verbally â and very vanilla â which sure, I guess missionary is vanilla.
đ„ŠPeople try and ask about his sex life all the time, and he just gets all nervous and flustered (itâs still Izuku) so everyone assumes that heâs just a big softie.
đ„ŠBut a lot of his more⊠devoted fans⊠question why his girlfriend always looks so flustered and disheveled when they leave his agency while he looks so confident and proud â shouldnât it be the other way around?
đ„ŠAnyway, yeah, I like to ramble about my husband. Yâall have a problem?
A/N: You know how depression is a thing? Yeah. Tough week dudes, but I wrote this to make it better. No itâs not edited, but Iâm posting it becuase I want to put my horny deku thoughts out into the world >:(
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