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thehusbandoden · 1 year

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You Flinch During an Argument -Bakugo Katsuki

I finished this yesterday but forced myself to wait to post it due to my one part a day pattern I've had going on.

Anyways~ as I said in Shoto's part, I did make this one a bit angstier, but I hope I didn't stray too far away from the original prompt :'). It's kinda bittersweet lol but I kinda like it.

Angst to fluff/Comfort | Kinda bittersweet~ | 993 words | female reader

Warnings!: arguing, yelling, being scared of your partner, parents arguing (the kids were not present), kids being left at school (not for very long), caps, excuses, self hatred, and insulting themselves (Bakugo). Please let me know if I miss any <33

You both had been fighting for at least half an hour, screaming at one another for this and that. It started with Bakugo 'forgetting' to pick up your sons from school, and has now escalated into you screaming at him for not 'caring about this family' and his yelling about how hard he works for your family.

No one was totally to blame, both parties had some points that were right, and some that were wrong. But it should have never reached that point.

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"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD I WORK TO PROVIDE FOR THIS FAMILY! I TOLD YOU WHEN YOU BEGGED FOR KIDS THAT I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HELP OUT MUCH! WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME!"

"I UNDERSTAND THAT- BUT YOU'VE HAD THREE DAYS OFF! YOU'RE FULLY RESTED- AND SHOULD'VE PICKED UP THE KIDS NO PROBLEM WHILE I WAS HELPING OUT YOUR MOM!"

"WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO! I FORGOT ABOUT IT, OKAY! AND YOU DIDN'T CALL TO REMIND ME EITHER!"

"I EXPECTED YOU TO HAVE ENOUGH BRAINS TO REMEMBER, BUT I GUESS THAT WAS IDIOTIC OF ME!"

"I HAVE SO MUCH TO DEAL WITH BESIDES THIS BULL CRAP THAT'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! I WORK, YOU TAKE CARE OF THE KIDS!"

"KATSUKI I CANNOT WATCH THE KIDS 24-7 WITHOUT YOUR HELP! I NEED BREAKS TOO! YOU HAVE TWO DAYS OFF A WEEK TO RELAX, AND CATCH UP ON SLEEP! WHILE I HAVE NIGHT TIME, BATHROOM BREAKS, RUNNING ERANDS, AND NAP TIMES TO CATCH A BREAK! I SHOULD BE ABLE TO RELY ON MY HUSBAND TO HELP OUT WHEN HE HAS TIME OFF!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED THE KIDS IN THE FIRST PLACE- WHY ARE YOU WHINING TO ME ABOUT HAVING TO TAKE CARE OF 'EM!"

"WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T YOURS!? WE BOTH AGREED ON DOING THE BEST WE COULD FOR OUR KIDS, AND YOU SAID THAT YOU'D HELP OUT WHENEVER YOU COULD!"

"Y/N IT WAS THIS ONE TIME- I WAS BUSY, I FORGOT!"

"YOU WERE PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS! THAT IS NOT BUSY!"

Blazing anger filled Bakugo as he stepped towards you, planning on simply getting closer to you to somehow try and make you see his side of things. He didn't mean to forget about picking up his kids, he loves his kids, he was simply engrossed in talking about them to his friends as he gamed, totally forgetting about the time and the fact that they were at school, waiting for someone to pick them up.

In truth, Bakugo felt bad. Really bad. But you wouldn't stop, so he continued, his unwavering pride making it near impossible to simply apologize and leave the argument behind.

Storming towards you, Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks as you flinched from him, eyes holding a certain terror. Wait- did you- did you think he was going to hurt you?!

Apologies and 'are you okay's were caught in Bakugo's throat as he opened his mouth, too terrified to speak.

Y/n.. his y/n was scared..of him. HIs y/n- the person that tore him out of his 'I don't care about anything or anyone' stage. She brought him out of his dark pit of self loathing, hating himself for how weak he was, how he couldn't do anything compared to that idiot Deku. She brought light into his world, she is his light. His first and last love, his wife, his center, his other half, his partner, his reason for life, the mother of his children, his one and only lover, his queen, his everything.

And he scared her.

Screamed at her for something that was his fault.

Treated her so badly that she flinched away from him- terror filling her eyes.

Her gorgeous e/c eyes. The same eyes that his sons had inherited. Now he's brought tears to three sets of those goregous eyes. What a scum bag.

Pain seared through Bakguo as he embraced his y/n, knowing if he left now she would entirely break, thinking that he was giving up on her. On their love. When in reality, he would't be. He would never dream of leaving her, or their beautiful children.

Because no matter how much of an a-hole Bakugo may be, he would never stoop that low. Never. And so he held her, and continued to hold her as she tearfully cussed him out, telling him how much she loved him and how much of an a-hole he was for treating her like that, their kids like that.

He just held her, telling her that he was sorry, that he knew, that he would make it up to her -and their seven year old twins- somehow.

And for now, that was enough. His love, and comfort was enough as you clung to him, insulting him while telling him that you loved his idiotic self in the same sentence, telling him that you loved him too much to not be able to forgive him.

And that if he was serious about making things right, that you would help him.

Because you were Bakugo y/n*. You chose to take his name and become his wife. Bakugo has helped you through so many up and downs, so you would do the same for him. Because he truly loved you, and you truly loved him.

*Japanese last names go in front of the first name to pay respect to the family name, and that's why Kirishima and Bakugo's other classmates call him Bakugo instead of Katsuki -to pay respect to his family name-. So you would be (in Japan anyway) Bakugo y/n (if you choose to take his last name) and strangers/aquaintnesses/not so close friends and co-workers would call you Bakugo instead of y/n. Annd due to me not liking Bakugo a whole lot I call him Bakugo or Baka/Bakuhoe instead of Katuski and call Todoroki and Midoriya, Shoto and Izuku- do you get what I'm saying?? I hope you do <33

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iloveroblox48 · 2 months

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why not me ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:childhood best friends with katsuki bakugou and izuku midoriya(focuses on katsuki),mentions of bullying, cussing,fluff and lightt angst,fem reader,mentions of a quirk(angel)

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hey guys! this is a kinda a big yap fest of a fic tbh and its rushed (╯︵╰,) also i swear im going to write for more characters and tropes the ones i post about just rot my brain and i need to get it out!! and i know i said i would write a full fluffy fic soon but the angst is getting to me man (-_-｡) also this is probs ooc anyways ignore grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾

you had gotten your quirk around age four like everyone else but you had gotten the quirk angel wich meant you had gotten a small pair of white wings,heightened senses,and a thing called holy white light as you liked to call it,it was a lethal power.the power was a high concentration of pure energy from your plams,the level of power, shape, and destruction could be controlled! when you had gotten this power as a kid you had started to stand out more the wings making you more alone. meaning amongst other kids you were more quite and shy.many kids had talked about you,they whispered rude names,giggling when you walked by, you really had no mind for them though,the only person who didnt do this was izuku midoriya he was a little green haired boy who was kind and actually saw you as a person not as a quirk.so you guys became friends and hanged out at the park from time to time.that was until you had to move away for a few years for training.

By the time you came back you were in the last year of middle school.it felt weird being back in your childhood neighborhood let alone with all new people.you were sitting in front of your vanity finishing up your make up look for the day,you had already gotten dressed in your school uniform,you were contemplating if you you actually wanted to be back it was odd.everything changed you had changed your still somewhat quite, but your wings had growned,they were now bigger, stronger, you could use them in new ways,and they were well beautiful,you maintained them well.

“y/n come on its time for school” your mother shouted from downstairs.you grabbed your bag,not after checking fifteen times if you had everything.you walked out of your room and down the stairs to see your parents in the living room,watching whatever was on the news.they quickly glanced at you.you waved them goodbye and walked out the door.you started this short walk to school the wind slightly blowing,the sun awake shining down on everything.your grabbed your headphones and put them in playing your playlist.you continued to walk until you reached the front of the school everyone laughing,talking, socializing.

you felt out of place.it was like everyone knew each other already.it was hard trying to ignore the feeling of everyone looking at you,you werent that hard to miss! you had hoped to see one person that green haired boy from your childhood.some random group of kids came up to you while you were walking.they just had started asking you questions when you had heard someone yelling.you quickly looked behind you to see who was yelling only to be met with the loudest guy ever.he was in the hallway yelling something about extras being in his way when he had shoved past you,you scoffed at this who does this guy think that he is? you quickly sent one of your feathers flying after him just to poke him in the back and side a few times.he had stopped dead in his tracks.you quickly retrated the feather back to wing.

“who did that” silence nothing but silence filled the hallway.he turned to face you.he grabbed the collar of your shirt pinning you against the wall.

“i bet it was you huh?”

“so what if it was?”

he scoffed at this “dont think because you’re new here that you’re all that.you’re nothing but a damn extra.”

your back was on fire,the feeling of your wings being smothered against the wall was not a good feeling.he soon dropped you though not without looking you up and down,scoffing then spitting on your shoes of course.you had just gotten these shoes too! after that everyone slowly had faded away from the hallway, you had went to the bathroom to get that guys nasty spit off your shoe,because of this you had been a little late to class,unfortunately for you when you had walked in through the doors of class,everyone had turned to see why the door was opening,you saw him.that raging blonde from before,but on the upperhand you saw those big green eyes from your childhood,you would recognize them anywhere.it was izuku! the teacher called you to the front so you could introduce yourself.you shuffled to the front.

“i’m y/n l/n,and you guys can see what my quirk is” some scattered applause came from around the room. “you can take a seat behind bakugou, and next to midoriya”you made your way back to the seat your teacher had called out.his name was bakugou huh? you did not like him.after what felt like five hundred years of torture the class was finally over.you packed up your stuff and izuku started talking to you.

“hey y/n! its been a minute huh? i see you’ve improved your quirk! your wings look so good have only they improved or has other stuff improved too? where did you go when you disappeared for all those years? i missed you! it was so lonely with out you! you know-”

“izuku! you’re rambling again i see old habits die hard huh? ill tell you everything at lunch just show me where the canteen is.”

“yeah right!”

little did you know,bakugou was listening in on your conversation not on purpose of course i mean who would want to listen to you two extras talk? but he soon grew curious how did you know some random qurikless loser like deku? your quirk looked somewhat powerful and you werent sacred to stick up to him and stand your ground. so it all circled back to the question

how did you know stupid deku?

you and bakugou had more interactions,well more like arguments and bickering,but you never took them to heart and neither did he! its just how you guys worked.sometimes he would push you,shove you,take a book or two out of your bag and hide them somewhere stupid,you would repay the favor.one day though while you were zoning out during class until you heard your name “lastly bakugou and… l/n will be partners for the project” you nearly fell out of your seat! partners!? and worse a project!? for what! you weren’t even paying attention to what the teacher was saying. bakugou turned around and made eye contact with you.

“lets go we need to plan this shitty project”

“uhm right..”

“do you even know what were doing?”

“no…i was zoned out…”

“were doing a project each others quirks and stuff.”

“oh yeah right…why does this have to be a partnered up project though”

“the teacher wants us to get as much information on each others quirks and compare them”

“oh okay that makes sense..anyways! do you want to come to my house or yours”

“mine obviously,its a friday so you can come over today”

“okay but we have to stop at my house first so i can get some stuff”

“tch whatever” and with that he walked off

you continued on with your normal classes.much to your dismay the day soon came to end meaning you had to meet up with bakugou and do this stupid project.you walking out of the school when you heard his footsteps you didnt say anything,you didnt really have to.you guys had a silent walk to your house.when you arrived you unlocked the door and stepped inside you let him in too,it was odd seeing him in your house, but you payed it no mind.

“hey uhm you can help yourself to anything in the fridge,if you get bored you can go in my room or the living room”

“i thought we were going to my place you idiot”

“we are dont worry i just want to shower and change,wont take long i swear” you said saluting him

“tch better not”

he helped himself to a glass of water and stayed downstairs in the living room.after a bit you came down the stairs,you were changed out of the school uniform in more casual clothes now you had a bag probably filled with stuff for the project.

“okay we can go now!”

he got up from the couch and led the way to his house.surprisingly he didnt live that far from you.he opened the door to his house and you were welcomed with the smell of something amazing.his house was actually quite nice you didn’t even expect the house to even be in tact considering his personality,but hey lets look on the bright side!

“hag were home” he shouted towards the kitchen “my moms going to want to talk to you so do that first and ill be waiting in my room” he walked off

“hi dear! are you one of katsuki’s friends?”

“sure you can say that! we just got partnered for a project is all”

“well thats just lovely! please be patient with him i know he can be a pain in the ass”

“of course mrs.bakugou”

you walked around the house,the walls adorned with family pictures,and vacations.you saw his door and knocked lightly against the wooden material.you walked in and you met with his huge room,posters of bands hanged all around,a huge bed in the corner,you know typical stuff for katsuki.

“lets get the stupid project over with”

you guys had brainstormed,and worked together for hours comparing your quirks,but also talking about how they could work together.when you guys weren’t talking about the project you talk about your guys music taste,your dreams to be a hero,it turned out you had more in common than you thought and maybe katsuki wasnt that bad after all.the sun outside of his window had set, turning from a bright afternoon to a shaded evening.you didn’t even realize the time until his mom had called for dinner and invited you to the table,i mean who were to decline the food smelled heavenly and she was much better company than katsuki so why not! at dinner mrs.bakugou brought up how late it was and if you would be staying the night, okay this one you had to decline no way you were staying the night here!…except she insisted and said she had a spare room for guests that was never used and you could leave in the morning. wouldnt be to bad right?after dinner you helped mrs.bakugou wash up and put dishes away.then you headed to the guest room to sleep.

so the next morning after you woke up you said your thanks to everyone and headed home.as you were on your way home though you ran into izuku! you guys started chatting it up talking about school and some recent drama he had heard.until he invited you to hang out in the park you guys always went to as kids,of course you said yes you finally had time to catch up with your friend! after a while izuku had walked you home and told you he would talk to you at school.

the weekend eneded faster then you would have liked but whatever,the boring classes came back except this time you and katsuki actually talked all week,you could say you guys were at least acquaintances now it was weird at first,but you had grown to like his presence and personality.It was finally friday,and today was the day everyone enrolled into high schools you had enrolled in UA of course! after you turned your paper into the teacher you grabbed your stuff and left,after realizing you had left your phone you went back to class to grab it when you heard two voices no maybe three? who knows you opend the door to see katsuki and his two goons hovering over izuku no had noticed you had walked in except for izuku his eyes latched onto yours silently begging for help.

“what the hell do you think your doing katsuki”your voice broke the laughter, all three of them had turned to look at you.

“teaching this nerd his place…did you know he enrolled in UA? how pathetic is that”

“you have no business telling anyone that”

“dont tell me you actually like this nerd! we all know you hang out with him out of pity”

“i hang out with him because he is my friend, something you would know nothing about”

“your just as stupid as him if you thought we were friends”

“i guess so just get the hell out of here katsuki! and dont talk to me again”you stared right in his eyes,he thought you were joking at first but seeing your face he knew you were serious

“whatever your nerd just like him”

him and his goons had walked out of the classroom.you turned to so izuku he was lightly scratched,and tears threatened to fall you said nothing just helping him up and walking him to the nurses office.good thing this would be one of the last weeks of school,you and izuku could be freed from this place and could enjoy the summer.

the summer finally rolled around you and izuku hanging out more,but you were also a little concerned he seemed to be training harder than ever,but so were you.exams for UA came in no time it seemed,you and izuku stayed strong as ever,katsuki being a fuzzy memory in your mind. till you saw him at the exams he seemed to he the same old person loud,rude,but under all of that he was still a decent person,but you had stood your ground by leaving him alone and him being just as hard headed didnt bother to talk to you.you seemed fine chatting it up and being best friends with izuku.if he hated izuku he definitely hated him now.katsuki didnt know why he had grown to not mind your presence maybe it was the way you werent scared of him,maybe the way you fought back,he didn’t know nor care he just knew he hated you hanging out with izuku.all three of you guys had made it into UA not surprise there though.the school year went on and it seemed like you were always with izuku,katsuki tried talking to you sure but you were true to your word and didnt talk to him,he hated a lot of stuff but this,you ignoring him and izuku taking the spotlight in your life really took the cake.so he started picking on izuku more now,you didnt know of course otherwise you would have put a stop to it immediately.

you found out though izuku had been more distant,appering with more bruises,and he wouldn’t tell you? he was being really suspicious. you were walking around UA campus when you heard some commotion near the fountain you walked over there to see no other than katsuki and izuku,it looked like he was being cornered once again,obviously you rushed over there.

“katsuki what on earth is happening”his head turned at the sound of your voice you finally noticed him of course you payed him some mind when it came to being at izuku’s rescue.

“so now you decide to talk to me?”

“izuku can you leave clearly me an katsuki need to talk”and with that he scurried off

“so what did you have to say to me?”

“…thought you didnt want to talk to me”his voice raspy

“i dont,but you obviously have something say so spit it out,dont think i haven’t noticed you looking at me and whispering”

“why are you always with him?”

“who?…izuku? its because he is my friend”

“and im not? it seems like your always with him and to his rescue,people have been assuming you’re dating”

“so? why are bringing this up”

“because you’re always spending time with him! you left me for him!”

“katsuki…”

“no! you dont ever want to pay me the slightest bit of mind its like you forgot me..but i couldn’t forget you no matter how hard i tried..but i just cant..” hes looking at you now,eyes desperate

“i could never forget you katsuki…why dont we have a fresh start at us being friends again? we have enough time right?”

“right.”

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court-jobi · 1 day

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Reheat

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Pairing: Midoriya x reader (support-hero!reader x teacher Izuku)

Words: 2.5k

Rating: G~

Warnings: comfort fic, tooth-rotting fluff here y'all, established relationship, work stress (livin' vicariously), talks of the future, a few fem pronouns used, but generally gender-neutral

Summary:

Izuku letting himself into your home after a long day has become comfortable background noise, and one you love to hear while you're bogged down. Work has been following you home all week. He's proud of you, without a doubt... But equally concerned when he sees your dinner half-eaten, your mind scatterbrained and racing faster than he can anchor you, and your angel eyes in desperate need of some TLC. He's cemented his place in your heart- and sees no reason he can't make himself at home here already.

A/N: do I have bigger fics in mind? Yes. Did I write this instead of sleeping bc I love soft, encouraging Deku? Also yes. Izuku Midoriya is a motivational speaker.

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“Hey honey! I’m here!”

Over the tinny, background chatter of a podcast streaming from your phone, you call back to Izuku letting himself in.

“Hey you~” You throw interest into your voice, but still stayed tuned into your work.

“Ooo what’s this… What did you make here on the stove?”

“Risotto– it’s Italian~ has lots of veggies and good stuff in it,” you didn’t stop your typing pace, engrossed too heavily in getting an email out before you forget about it and Gmail has to ‘nudge’ you, again, “-gave it a Japanese spin with what I had in the house.”

“Oh wow– oh my gosh, honey– this is so good!”

You look up since your darling man has just appeared in your doorway, sparkly eyed to see you, but equally sated by what’s just graced his mouth. It was a meal you could babysit between taking a quick shower, getting ready for work, letting its flavors marry in the fridge throughout the day, and popping back on the stove that night.

“I’m glad, happy you like it~”

“D’you eat?” Izuku asks, midbite.

“Mhm. Little bit ago,” You motion to your bowl- but when he comes alongside you, he tuts over noting it's only half empty.

“You didn't finish- you feelin’ ok?”

Having circled back onto your screen, you double take again, this time caught by his perception check over you and feeling guilty.

“Oh. Guess I didn't. I’ll nuke it up here in a bit.”

Izuku, setting down his bowl and starting the -normally alluring- task of rolling up his shirt sleeves to his forearms, comes to your side. However since you’re paying little mind to your peripherals, you missed the show the was making of it. A simple ask of ‘what’re you working on’ came from him, sounding no different than if he wasn't trying to make eyes at you; fact was, you just weren't paying attention.

“Just some stuff for the interns,” the sight of how many tabs are open on your split screen -and in your mind- make you sigh, “With this new role, I kinda feel like you some days. Lesson plans, processing their paperwork; it’s all the stuff you had to turn in as an intern– only now I'm the one dealing with it on the backend.”

Izuku sifted around though your training materials and your propped tablet making itself useful as a second screen. At your handwritten to-do list that’s one of the only things non-digitized nowadays, he makes an offhand comment that your handwriting is nice. It's the kind of cute, ‘blink-and-you’d-miss-it’ things he says that you just hum to, whether you were really listening or not.

When you glance up to him again, you see he’s watching you with a caring gaze and feel caught.

“What’re you looking at?” you tease, typing again to break the silence.

“A pretty girl…” Izuku teased lightly, “who doesn’t know when to take a break.”

You type away at his call out– the need for a night off at Izuku’s side is exactly why you've been working so hard at this. You figured you'd get some of this extra prep work under control now, so by the time he rolls around on Wednesday for your standing date n–

You freeze.

Realizing what day it is in your planner. It's Wednesday. For dinner.

“Oh my God- -you’re here.”

“Mhmmm~” Izuku really doesn't want to laugh, but his sucking in of a lip isn't hiding it well.

“ohmygod imtheworst!!” you refresh your face in both hands, talking through the gaps.

“You are not!” Izuku chuckled, setting your notes down. “You just got busy with all the new tasks, because you’re just that good.”

A faithful, scarred hand comes over to smooth over your back, pulling you over into a little half hug. You sink against him, relishing in his little forehead kiss. He can try all he likes to cure your embarrassment, but you look to him apologetically.

“I’ve never forgotten our dinner dates, ‘Zuku…”

Your darling shrugged unbothered, “Had to happen sometime. It’s no big deal.”

“Is to me,” you pressed- very much bothered.

“Honey,” Izuku chips your chin up, “You’re too hard on yourself. It’s ok, these things happen! I mean, you still made a delicious dinner; even if it was a bit of an oversight I would -in fact- be eating it.”

The pang of guilt hits you at forgetting. This was just a symptomatic sign that the brilliance of your taking on the additional role of Education Coordinator at the agency was perhaps an over-zealous one. Not only to be on-call for your base job as a linguistics quirk specialist, but to balance another full time role on the office hours end? Why did you convince Fatgum this was a good idea? It sounded like a stellar idea back at the beginning of the summer…

Now you’re forgetting not just who you’re supposed to be eating with- but also eating in general.

“I’m glad you did,” you boost Izuku’s elephant-like memory, “It feels so normal to have you here, it's not like I completely forgot I’d see you today. I just– maybe I… thought I was gonna take some to you, since I wouldn't see you till later in the week? I dunno.”

“C’mere- never got a real hug.”

You rise at his hand’s insistence, and stretch up into his full, healing embrace.

“Hi baby,” you cooed pitifully.

“Hi, my angel. Missed you today.”

You hummed at the affection, sinking into his neck more out of your residual misery.

Izuku simply took advantage of you being close to sway you in his wide stance- a dance, sans music.

“I appreciate you cooking so much for us,” he spoke gently from his perch over your shoulder, “I was looking forward to it all day, y’know? You’re always so thoughtful with everything you make.”

He’s pressing into you with compliments- against your hard wiring to accept…

“‘Zuku.”

“It’s true~ you’re generous! You remember what my favorites are, and leave out the stuff I don’t like; you even send me leftovers. And you make snacks and treats for when the midnight munchies strike– what can’t you do?”

“Zuku…”

“And you–” he runs a hand through your hair as he sways your shy self back and forth, “-- make for the most funny, beautiful, fascinating, most inspiring company I could ever hope to share a meal with.”

Head thunking onto his shoulder, you playfully land a closed fist on his chest with a muffled, whiny plea for him to stop.

He sighs, all in good humor.

“This streak of yours... I really have my work cut out for me, don’t I? Still can’t imagine how bad it must be in that brilliant mind that my incredible girlfriend has such a hard time accepting the tiniest compliment. Maybe it’s all that late night American comedy you watch...”

You exhale then fix him with your coolest look of sarcasm, anything to show that you have a modicum of having your shit together. So you cope with humor- who doesn't?

–shame that it looks too much like a pout and makes you decidedly not threatening at all, because Izuku just beams brightly at you in response.

“Oh! Now there’s my melty princess- I was wondering where she went.”

And at that, the aloofness was gone, and you snort into a laugh and hug him tighter around the neck. He even scoops you up and gives you one little twirl for good measure.

When he set you down, Izuku cups your face in his hands and gifts you a few more forehead kisses before demanding your sights.

“Now. We need to get you to finish eating first. Then, what can I do to help you tonight, hm? How can I make things easier for you?”

With a softer eye to your desk’s work, you sat back down staying connected to your ever doting Izuku by way of your hand in his. You tried again to focus back. You're newly refreshed by his affections and attempt for a more positive outlook,

“Well, my goal of doing this tonight was so that I didn’t have to go in early tomorrow. Course, if I do run myself ragged tonight, I won't be any good to anyone there– or for you, here. But I think if I pare it down to just getting these e-sigs ready and getting their time-in checklists set up for their work study onboarding, that would give me a good enough start, and I can fill in the rest of their packets tomorrow. But that means I’d need -ugh- maybe… another hour of work tonight?” you looked to him for his approval, “I have a template, so it shouldn’t take me forever.”

“Alright! You’re the boss,” Izuku supported your plan with a smile, “How about I take care of the kitchen for you while you finish up?”

“You do not have to clean my kitchen!” you spouted back, offended– causing a laugh to burst from him, “It’s not funny! I didn’t ask you to come over after a day of work yourself to just slave away at my mess.”

Izuku fixed you a look, as if you knew better.

“I think I can tidy up a kitchen, no matter how busy of a day I’ve had. Yours isn't even over yet- so when precisely were you going to have the energy to hammer at it? You’ll enjoy not having that mountain waiting for you.”

You huffed, but smiled gratefully all the same.

“Besides, it’s just me- doing something nice for the woman I love; and I happen to like doing nice things for you. You deserve a clean space, hun.”

He cleared off your previous bowl to reheat along with your empty water cup. Shaking the hollow straw inside to where it clinks, he knows exactly what you need and tells you so.

“You are getting a screenless break first, though. Something tells me you didn’t the first time around~”

Settled with a fist propping up your face, you swooned over this darling man.

Trusting Autosave to have done its job, you shut the laptop down blindly, “Sure didn’t~”

Izuku just rolled his eyes and stepped out of the study.

You neaten up the collated stack of applications laid out by you and stepped over to the couch, taking a kneeling perch on the end while you sought out a new record for the player on the side table. Setting one on, it was able to fire up and fill some new life into the room with a movie score you haven’t listened to in a while. Everything just sounds better on vinyl.

When Izuku came back in the room, he’d found his houseshoes and returned with renewed interest to your music choice- and with a pleased expression seeing you actually lounging and taking things easier than how he found you. He traded your reheated meal in exchange for your blue-light glasses, which he’d then clean with a pocket square and set back on your desk once they were smudgeless.

“Now, that’s a better sight~ here you go, all set for later.”

You enjoyed Izuku’s company while finishing dinner, listening to him outline his workday while he cradled your legs in his lap. He'd had a pleasantly eventful one, with plenty to say about it. You’d play ‘two truths and a lie’ sometimes when he didn’t want to bore you with a particularly mind-numbing schedule, which pleased you just as well. You excelled at it, while he gave away his fictions every time- a terrible liar for the game, but great for a faithful partner, you reasoned. You truly loved hearing him talk and talk, your love only growing at the domesticity of this feeling and never wanting that to change.

Once you were done, you were honestly content to hear him continue his tangent, but it seems his inner discipline was stronger than yours.

“Alright, now to attack that sink~”

You bemoaned again for his sake. But since you made such a small, affected noise, Izuku paused mid-rise, and sat back down a bit closer to you. He stretched an arm over the back of the couch, encouraging you to come closer and met you for a sweet kiss in the middle.

His mere presence reverted you to a younger self sometimes– one desperate for his attention, good or bad. It wasn't the loveliest impulse, but he clearly thinks it's all part of your charm seeing as he gives in every time, anyway.

“Thing is,” Izuku spoke softly while adoring the hand now placed in his, “If things keep going the way I think they’re going -the way I hope they’re going- it’s.. not hard to imagine that there’s gonna be both our dishes to clean up all the time. In our kitchen, in our home someday. So this is just practice, right? Seems perfectly normal to me. How it should be.”

That idea bloomed in your chest, the thought of sharing a home with him- where this exchange of chores and time together could be your new normal. Only it would be a future where he didn’t have to leave at the end of the night and go back to a bed with compact, collegiate-designed storage at the campus accommodations he stays in on the instructor's wing. He’s got enough to get him by, but he noticeably prefers your home here closer to downtown.

“And what happens when we both wanna ditch the dishes?” you countered sweetly.

Izuku smirked, “That’s what a dishwasher is for. Another thing we’d own together…”

“Forward thinking, there.” You relished that idea.

Izuku nuzzled your forehead thoughtfully.

“You’ve been doing things on your own for a long time– and it shows, sweetheart.”

His words came carefully, from a tender place spoken in confidence between you, referring to when you’ve spent other late nights like this one fueled with hot tea and a desire to keep ignoring the clock.

“And I know you’ve been used to that since you’ve been traveling so much, not even having roommates to help keep you company or lighten the load. I keep wishing I could have known you sooner, had more time with you before you had to learn some of those things the hard way… but I’m happy I get the chance to, now. I’m here now, and you’re not alone, so I hope you’ll let me take care of you when I can.”

With another happy sigh forcing your eyes shut, the mental will it took to not let the tears of a perpetual eldest daughter leave you was intense.

Izuku Midoriya never failed to hit the nail on the head when it came to pep talks; he does the same with his students. But why his ones aimed at you had to have a Full Cowling dash of heartfelt anecdotes in it, you don't know. But you're grateful. You're so grateful for him.

“If you don’t quit talkin’ like that, Izuku, I will never let you leave this condo.”

He chuckled again, lifting your cheek for another kiss, “Twist my arm, love.”

Ultimately, he rose to quit distracting you, but not without you watching him leave with a hunger you’d never felt for another soul before.

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nnnyxie · 11 months

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Go on. Go ahead and finish that masked!Pro!Izuku x Fan!reader 😠

add anything with a sprinkle of angst but end with some fluff cause even though I love angst I don't want this to end very sad, this is too good 😭❤

okay so i’m assuming you’re talking about this request

and i am more than happy to finish that for you!! you didn’t mention if you wanted it to be,,, so i sorta (??) left it up to interpretation!!

uhh there’s like a mention of throwing up but reader doesn’t ACTUALLY throw up yk??? just a “i feel sick” type deal.

“what— what do you mean…?”

izuku is frozen. what does he do now? what does he say? why did he even say that?

“izuku what the hell do you mean?” “i— i didn’t mean! i didn’t uhm—” he was stuttering, he felt lightheaded and sick at the thought that he possibly ruined everything.

“leave. please.” your voice shook. you wanted to throw up. every part of you was shaking.

“wait— please,” izuku began to beg— not sure what for. maybe for you to hear him out? maybe for you to give him another chance?? but at what??

he wanted to grab you— he went to hold you—

“don’t touch me. just leave.” “let me just—”

“get out!” you shouted, your face was hot with embarrassment and you tried holding back tears.

he bit his bottom lip and looked at the floor. “now, midoriya.”

you used his last name. something you hadn’t done in 6 years. something that signaled you were probably done with him.

he choked out an ‘i’m sorry’.

when he shut the door, you sat on your couch and held your face in your hands.

you were mortified. saliva coated your throat as you tried to keep down the contents of your stomach.

you felt so nauseous. you needed to lay down. you needed to nap, honestly. but— you remembered your room was full of merchandise. and the humiliation grew again.

you tried looking back at your conversations and hang outs. trying to see any indications of him possibly being deku. and wow. there were so many.

how could you have missed this all? how could you have missed how red he’d get when you’d praise deku? how could you have missed the stutters when he replied to your questions about the pro hero? all the random moments when he suddenly had to leave, why didn’t you put it together? how similar their voices were— the panicked look he got on his face when you compared him and deku— why didn’t you piece it together?

you felt idiotic. sick. and betrayed.

you were his best friend, why didn’t he tell you? aren’t you supposed to tell each other everything..?

but— he is a hero… and… if his identity was revealed then… the villains could ransom his loved ones…

but he should know that you’d never tell anyone! right? he should know that you wouldn’t do that!

then again— maybe he didn’t want to embarrass you? when the hero ‘deku’ first showed, you had an immediate crush so— maybe he just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable about basically having a crush on your best friend? (tho you kinda did already??)

or maybe there was a deeper reason as to why he didn’t?? people don’t get superpowers overnight…

you sighed as you went back and forth with yourself. repeatedly grabbing your phone and then setting it back down. you were frustrated with yourself.

this time, when you grabbed your phone, you subconsciously found his contact and hit ‘call’

“hello?” izuku’s voice sounded rough, like maybe he had been crying. “hi— hi,” you bit your lower lip. “can you come over? so, uhm— so we can talk.” “i’ll be there soon”

and true to his word, he was there in less than 15 minutes. he swung the door open, you had forgotten to lock it and he didn’t care to knock.

“i’m sorry for not telling you— i couldn’t. and if i was able to— i really would have— you would’ve been the first to know!” he shouted. his eyes were wide and red, he’s definitely been crying. “izuku, calm down,” you said in a much calmer tone than his. “i made a promise to the person who helped me with my superpower! i promised him that it’d all be a secret and no one would know but— i just— i slipped! i didn’t want to hide it from you, i swear!” “izuku.” you put your hands on his shoulders. “relax and sit down, okay?”

he abides and sits on the left side of your two seater couch. his hands are fidgeting and he’s chewing on his bottom lip, he always does this when he’s nervous.

“we should have an actual discussion about… what happened earlier…” he nods, keeping his eyes on his hands. “i was… i was really upset, izuku.” you can hear him sniffle, “i was embarrassed too. i felt extremely humiliated. i also felt betrayed.” “a-and i’m sorry i made you feel that w—” you put your hand up, signaling for him to stop talking.

“but, i began to understand why you wouldn’t have told me. there are many reasons that i’ve thought of and all of them— they make sense.” “does— does this mean you forgive me?” you give him a small nod and he sighs in relief. “i— i wasn’t able to tell you because, i made a promise to someone.” you smiled, that was a very ‘him’ thing to do.

it’d been hours since the conversation and the two of you laid on your living room floor with the conjoined playlist streaming in the background.

“so— is that why you got buff all of a sudden in high school?” you asked. he let out a hearty laugh— it was a lovely laugh. “yes, actually. i had to or my limbs would’ve like— exploded off my body,” he made a popping gesture. “are you serious?” “as serious as i can be.” “wait— so how did the power transfer?” he suddenly froze then shuddered. “izuku..?” “i… had to eat a hair…” your face turned into one of utter disgust, “that’s awful! you actually ate his hair!?” izuku nodded shamefully. “so did you like… have water or just raw dog that shit?” he laughed at your question, “i had to raw dog it. but, if i’m being honest? i don’t regret a second of it. i like to save people and i like the smiles on their faces when i do.” izuku was so sweet, sometimes it felt unreal. “even without a superpower, you’d be an amazing hero.” he smiled at this.

you loved moments like these. you were happy that the embarrassment washed away and everything was back to ‘normal’.

“are you ever scared you’ll get hurt?” he shrugs, “sometimes but, it’s worth it if it means others are safe.”

how is he human? how is he real? is he just in your imagination?

“sometimes i wonder if you’re even real or not. you’re just so… good, you know? you’re an amazing person and i just— sometimes it’s hard to comprehend the fact that someone as lovely as you exists.” you look at him, he’s blushing, it makes your own cheeks warm up.

“do you want to check if i am?” he looks back at you, holding eye contacting before breaking it out of nervousness. “how do i go about that?” izuku gulps— you see his adam’s apple bob. “well…”

bro this is basically a condensed one shot

it’s okay tho bc it’s my writing style and it’s what i like!!

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urlocalfaggot · 2 years

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thats part one. i think there's gonna be three parts to this cause i made it kinda long. anyway lets HOPE THIS WORKS 😭😭

Fandom: My hero academia

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

angst to fluff

Am I Not Good Enough? (Part 2)

It's now morning and Bakugou walked to the common room to see almost everyone there. Two people were missing. Todoroki and (M/n). “Hey, where's Icy-Hot and (n/n) at?” he asked, walking to the dining room. “Todoroki left to school early and (M/n) has not come out of his room yet.” Midoriya answers. Everyone finished breakfast and decided to walk to school. (M/n) still wasn't out of his dorm yet and Bakugou questioned why. Once they got to class everyone went to talk with their little hangs. It was almost time for class so Iida told everyone to sit down. Bakugou looked around the class to his boyfriends seat to see it was still empty. ‘I wonder where he is. He never misses school.’ Bakugou thought. Aizawa walked in when the bell rang to see everyone sitting down. He looked to (M/n)'s seat. “Where's (M/n)?” ‘’I don't know si-” Iida started but was cut off by the door opening. Only to reveal the (h/c) haired boy in question. His normally (h/t) (h/c) hair was misplaced and all over the place, he had dark circles under his eyes, and they were also red and puffy. His school uniform was also messy. “Sorry I'm late..” He said while looking down. He slowly walked to his seat, not even looking at Bakugou. ‘Huh? Why didn't he say good morning or hi to me?’ Bakugou wonders looking at his (h/c) haired boyfriend. Mr. Aizawa was teaching some sort of lecture but (M/n) couldn't concentrate on what it was. He was too tired to think of anything. He stayed up all night just crying and wondering if Bakugou still loved him. The bell rang signaling it was time for lunch. (M/n) had his head down on his desk. Uraraka went up to his desk to see if he was ok. “(M/n), are you ok?” He slightly lifted his head to look at her. “Yea, i'm fine..” Todoroki looked at him to see him looking at Bakugou with his friends. Bakugou felt eyes on him so he looked to the source of it to lock eyes with (M/n) for a second until the (h/c) haired boy broke eye contact. “Hey, why don't we go get lunch.” Izuku asked while walking to the door. (M/n) just nodded and got up slowly. He followed behind his friends with his head down. Bakugou looked at his boyfriend. ‘I’ll talk to him right now.’ Kirishima went to Bakugou. “Hey Bakubro, do you want to go eat lunch together with the rest?” Bakugou looked at the door and back to Kirishima. “No, not today Shitty hair. I need to talk to (n/n).” “Oh ok Bro! Good luck!” Kirishima said waving bye to Bakugou with a smile. “Yea.. thanks i guess.” He said walking out of the classroom. He walked into the cafeteria to try and find his (h/c) haired boyfriend , but he didn't see him there. He saw Dekusquad but not (M/n). He walked up to them. “Hey extras, where's my boyfriend?” “(M/n) went to go eat his lunch on the roof.” Izuku answered. “Why would he be there?” He asked. “I don't know but after we got lunch he said he would go to the roof to avoid problems. I think you were that problem Bakugou.’’ Todoroki said, now glaring at the ash blond male. ‘Why would I be the problem?’ Bakugou asked himself. “Whatever half-in-half. I don't have time for you. I'm going to talk to (M/n).” He said walking off.

this shit gon be longer than i thought oh god- 😵‍💫 anyway hopefully this posts or i will gouge out my eyes woth a rusty spoon.

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the-bluerecluse · 2 years

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Health Class

MHA- Dekubowl (Deku x everyone (but really just Deku x Class 1a minus Mineta cause he got expelled or something idk fuck him)) | SFW Omegaverse

Summary: Izuku Midoriya has entered UA High in the hero course. The school has a health class that teaches all about the intricacies of secondary genders, and it gets him thinking about his status as an omega and what it means for him, and how it affects his relationships.

Intro to my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

inspiration: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1539151 // https://archiveofourown.org/series/1701352

Thank you so much to @cozysafechaotic for being my beta! Really appreciate it.

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“Come along, quickly now, we are to be in health class in 5 minutes!” An Alpha, Tenya Iida, gently ushered his friends down the hall: a brown-haired beta, Uraraka, and the green-haired omega, Midoriya.

Midoriya, the omega. The only omega to make it into the UA hero course that year and only the second one in the entire UA hero program, with the other one being Tamaki Amijiki in year three.

An omega trying to be a hero, to many, was laughable. Their society had come a long way in breaking down stereotypes and gender roles for secondary gender, but it was by no means perfect.

And, as one can imagine, growing up both omega AND quirkless? To say it was hard would be an understatement. Only about 20% of the population was quirkless, but most of that number were older people as the amount of children being born with quirks was always increasing. On top of that, only about 11% of the population was omega, with omegas becoming rarer and rarer. For Midoriya to be unlucky enough to be born both? Less than 2%.

But he persevered. And there he was, Izuku Midoriya, a 1st year hero course UA student.

UA so far had been insane, Midoriya thought to himself. They’d already been attacked by villains in what had been dubbed the USJ incident. Highschool itself was already challenging, add on hero classes, villain attacks, and being an omega, and you had a recipe for one headache of a year.

At least he could take a moment to breathe in his normal classes.

“I believe we’ll be starting the A/B/O section today.” Iida commented as they walked.

“ABO?” Midoriya questioned. That was new. So far it had been a normal health class like he had had in middle school.

“It stands for Alpha Beta Omega, it’s a section to teach students about their secondary genders.”

“That’s good, cause we don’t really learn that stuff anywhere in middle school.” Uraraka added. “In fact, I think you’re the first omega I’ve ever met, Deku.”

“U-Uraraka, that was very rude!” Iida sputtered indignantly.

Midoriya put his hands up in a placating gesture. “It’s alright, Iida, really.” He let his arms dangle back to his sides as they continued walking to their class. “I haven’t taken a class about this kinda thing, either. Being an omega hasn’t been… easy, but it’s something about myself I need to understand.”

“I commend your commitment to learning, Midoriya! That’s exactly what this class should be about.” Iida chopped his hands in the air as they entered the class. They took their seats and settled as Present Mic made his grand entrance.

“You young listeners are finally getting educated on A/B/O studies, AKA, your secondary genders! People are pushing to get you kids to learn this stuff younger, but we’re stuck only teaching you this stuff when your secondary genders just start acting up, high school! Scents, pack instincts, ruts and heats, we’ll learn it all. So don’t miss it, yeah!” Their teacher pulled a pose and some students sighed as they all took out notebooks and writing utensils.

Midoriya cringed at some of what Present Mic was saying. They were gonna talk about heats?

Let’s just hope that isn’t today.

“Let’s do the basics, today, so you better take notes, ya dig?” Present Mic pointed at a few notes on the board and the class began.

…

Midoriya looked over his notes as the class came to a close. As Present Mic said, they went over the basics, like what the secondary genders were and what roles they played, historically, in packs.

He had felt particularly uncomfortable as Present Mic described the fact that omegas used to be expected to carry the children of multiple alphas over their lifetime. Packs used to be solely for mating purposes, however, now, packs didn’t have to be sexual. Apparently, they didn’t even have to be romantic, though that was the norm. They didn’t have to have any breeding or intimate contact at all.

‘Don’t have to be sexual, huh?’ He had never thought about it that way. He had decided a while ago to never join a pack because he had no interest in bearing children, but if they don't have to involve children, maybe one day he could be in a pack…

No. Midoriya shook his head. ‘For now, I have a goal. If I’m gonna be number one, then nothing should distract me. I don’t even have time to think about packs right now. Just cause I’m an omega doesn’t mean I have to be in a pack. I’m going to be my own hero. I’m going to be an independent omega and the number one hero!’

…

Midoriya was on his way to health class by himself today. Usually he was with Uraraka and Iida, sometimes Todoroki, too. Today he had lagged behind with a quick trip to the restroom, leaving him by himself as he walked the hall.

It allowed him to lose himself in his thoughts, though, without anyone to ground him. He couldn’t help but think about the recent incident with Stain. That villain was haunting his thoughts and he couldn’t get them out.

“Hey, Midoriya!” A familiarly smug voice called.

The omega turned to see Monoma and a few from class B. Their class was nearby so they were probably going there as a group. One beta, Awase, and two alphas, Kendo and… Monoma.

“You’ve been flaunting yourself pretty well, huh? Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed!”

Midoriya couldn’t help his total and utter confusion. Flaunting? What was he talking about?

“Monoma, don’t start.” Kendo growled.

“Anyone with eyes can see you’ve got your class wrapped around your little finger. Don’t think that just ‘cause you’re an omega that you can charm your way to the top!”

Midoriya flinched and slapped his hands across his neck scent glands. He could feel the telltale signs of tears beginning to well up but managed to keep them at bay. His inner omega was saying ‘Run!’ but years of getting used to bullying was saying ‘Stay calm!’ Both were at war in his head as his breathing quickened.

“I thought you Class A jerks were supposed to be better than us, but of course one of you had to be a flirty little omega, huh? This is just one reason why omegas shouldn’t be in the hero program!” Monoma burst out into terrifying laughter before receiving a hefty blow to the head, courtesy of Kendo.

“I’m so sorry about him.” Kendo bowed and grabbed Monoma by the scruff of his neck.

“Yeah, sorry, Midoriya.” Awase apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine.” Midoriya forced out, a little more high-pitched than usual, before running to his next class.

A flirt? Charming his way to the top? Was he letting out too much scent? Did… did people really think he was trying to attract people?

Maybe I should start wearing a collar. He thought to himself.

The omega paused once he arrived outside the classroom and took a breath, trying to keep the tears away. He slowly took his hands from his scent glands and walked in, putting on his best everything-is-okay smile.

He sat down right in the nick of time, with Present Mic filing in shortly after. He caught a curious glance from Todoroki and a worried one from Iida, but class was starting so they couldn’t confront him about it.

“Now listen up, little listeners, you’re teens working to be heroes, let’s not act like little kids about this, kay? This is just biology we all need to know. So don’t make it weird.”

That wasn’t a good start to a class. Midoriya had little time to prepare himself before Present Mic wrote the dreaded words on the board.

“Time to talk about heats and ruts!”

He wanted to sink into oblivion right there and then.

Their teacher wrote a few bullet points on the board. “Heats and ruts are cycles that typically happen three to four times a year. When you're young, they’re usually inconsistent and can be pretty debilitating the first couple of times before your body gets used to your hormonal changes. This is the body becoming fertile and ready for a mate.”

Midoriya felt his entire face go red as he focused on scribbling down his notes.

“Alphas have ruts and omegas have heats. Ruts are known to be significantly less debilitating and obstructive than heats as they only last two days as opposed to a heat which lasts about a week. Ruts will increase an alpha’s aggression, territorial behavior, anxiety, and susceptibility to a feral state. Just like heats, they will also increase the body’s temperature to an often uncomfortable degree.”

Midoriya, though very uncomfortable, was grateful for this class, as he was learning new things he would be even more uncomfortable looking up online. Of all the ways to learn, class had the least chance of seeing accidental breeding porn.

“As for heats, they typically have a longer period between cycles than ruts, though not by much. There is also a period known as pre-heat where an omega will present ‘motherly’ behavior such as coddling, cleaning, and cooking for pack mates and loved ones, and will typically crave plenty of physical contact. Once the heat starts, as you can imagine, they get really hot and start letting out heat pheromones, meant to tell alphas and betas they're ready for mating. They will have aching, abdominal cramping, high slick production, increased sensitivity, headaches, and will require much more water and food than normal. During peak heat, usually lasting only twelve hours, they will enter a semi-conscious state with little ability to sense their surroundings or move their body.”

Midoriya felt like he was going to die right then and there. It was bad enough to talk about this in class, but the worst part was he was the only omega. And everyone knew it.

Not only that, but he did not know about some of those side effects. Now he was even more nervous about his first heat which had yet to happen.

“An alpha or omega’s first cycle will happen in middle school, though there have been some who presented as late as high school. During heats omega students are sent home to keep them safe. This is mandatory. However, since ruts are shorter and tend to be more manageable, it’s up to the student and their family if they wanna attend classes in person or stay home. Either way, since you all have internet connections, anyone can attend class remotely so you won’t have to worry about falling behind. For an omega’s peak heat, when they’re in that semi-conscious state we talked about earlier, they’re fully excused from classes.”

This was good information, Midoriya hummed in thought. When he did eventually get his heat, he’d be able to home and stay there for the week. He wouldn’t have to worry about attending class.

“Now, remember, this is extremely important, little listeners! No one can consent in a rut or heat, understand? Not unless it’s stated explicitly beforehand. Not that any of you should even be thinking about that kinda thing at this age!”

Present Mic grabbed a large stack of papers and handed 5 to the front of each row, letting them take one and hand the rest back.

“These are a collection of peer-reviewed studies on the dangers of young mating. You’re each gonna write me a short essay summarizing them and explaining why no one should be mating at a young age. I think you kids can pick up the message we’re putting down here.”

There were a few sighs and eyerolls but they all complied. Midoriya was just grateful to stop talking about heats.

…

Nothing was heard aside from the scratching of pencil on paper as students rushed to finish their mini-essays before the bell, lest they take them home and work on them there. Midoriya, however, had already finished, and was thinking to himself as his paper and pencil were set aside.

He couldn’t get Monoma’s words out of his head.

Flirty. Charm. Flaunting.

“This is just one reason why omegas shouldn’t be in the hero program!”

He… he said he had his class wrapped around his finger? Because of his gender? That couldn’t be true.

They wouldn’t like him just because he’s an omega… would they?

The more he thought, the more distressed he grew. He had noticed a few alphas and some of the betas being kind of protective of him. He had assumed it was because he injured himself so regularly.

Momo, Satou, and Ojiro had made him food in the past. It never occurred to him that maybe they only did that to… take care of the omega.

It left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't want it to. He enjoyed their gifts and… maybe even their attention. He felt happy with a sense of belonging.

It just felt different with Monoma’s words ringing in his head.

Speaking of ringing, there was the bell.

“Hey, Deku, are you alright?” Uraraka was at his desk in an instant.

“Midoriya, are you feeling well?” Iida was there too.

“Do you need anything?” Even Todoroki was there. What?

Oh. They probably smelled some distress pheromones when he first entered.

“O-Oh, I’m fine. I was just, um… talking with Monoma.”

There was a pulse of alpha pheromones off Todoroki and Iida.

“Did Monoma say something to upset you?” There was a nerve-wracking sternness in Iida’s voice.

“No! I-I mean… yes! Well, uh, a little?”

“I’ll have a word with him.”

They were being protective of him, like he was their omega.

But he was no one’s omega. He wasn’t going to use his gender to charm people or get ahead. He was going to do things on his own!

“Guys, i-it’s fine. Let’s just drop it.” Midoriya stood up and gathered his things. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone.

…

This A/B/O section of health class was stretching on pretty long. They were now in dorms, living on campus pretty much all the time, and Midoriya had had a pretty intense but necessary fight with his longtime rival turned… friend? Kacchan.

There’s just a lot of stuff to cover I guess.

Class 1a’s sole omega was just leaving health class, surrounded by a group composed of Todoroki, Bakugou, Iida, and Uraraka. The class had been covering courting: What it meant historically, but also what it looked like in modern day. It had Midoriya reeling, because, well…

His friends had been courting him.

The way they made food for him, or offered to do his laundry, or even gave physical gifts… They were courting the omega.

At the beginning of the year, it would’ve hurt him, to be seen as just his gender, again.

But now he was starting to understand… his gender didn’t matter, at least, not to them.

His relationship with his secondary gender was always going to be complicated… But, the least he could do is try to enjoy life and the people around him, despite what others might say.

Bakugou was really close to him as they walked back to the dorms. Chatter picked up between Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka as usual, but Todoroki and Bakugou stayed quiet, also as usual.

Ever since the fight at ground beta, Bakugou had been… kind of friendly with him. If Midoriya didn’t know any better, he’d even say Kacchan was being possessive of him.

But that’d be crazy. Right?

A few others from the class had arrived before they did and they seemed excited about something.

Kaminari and Kirishima were huddled around the tv while Mina was in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets.

“What are you extras up to?” Bakugou asked. He left the group that had seemed to form to approach what some had dubbed “The Bakusquad”, much to Bakugou’s irritation.

“Bakubro, hey!” Kirishima looked up from his huddle at the tv whilst Kaminari continued to fiddle with something.

“Hey, Blasty!” Mina greeted and turned to the nearby omega. “Hey, Mido! We were thinking that since we’re all in the dorms, let’s have a tradition. Friday movie night! We don’t have class tomorrow so we can all stay up together eating popcorn and junk!”

“Sounds awful.” Bakugou groused.

“Sounds great!” Midoriya said at the same time.

Mina squealed and hopped on her toes before turning to the two at the tv. “He said yes! We’re a go!”

Kaminari and Kirishima cheered and pumped their fists in the air.

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow and huffed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Yes, a movie night sounds like a great idea for us all to become closer. Though we should all still retire to our rooms by curfew!” Iida said, chopping his hands in the air.

“Yeah, curfew, sure, class prez.” Mina scoffed. “Hey, Mido, you wanna pick what movie we watch first?”

The greenette blinked. “Eh? Me?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Um… well.”

“You wanna watch an All Might movie, don’t you?” Bakugou sneered.

Midoriya ducked his head.

“We can watch an All Might movie, Mido, no prob.” Mina assured him. “As long as we can find it on some streaming service. Between me, Kami, and Kiri, we have 4 streaming services. Kami’s getting the hdmi set up so we can connect the screen to our laptops.”

Midoriya smiled brightly. “So… would you wanna watch All Might Vs SuperTron? It’s based off a large battle from All Might’s Silver Age not many know about. It takes some creative liberties but it really pays off!”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds fun!” Mina playfully ruffled Midoriya’s hair. The greenette recoiled and giggled at the gesture. In response to the adorable display, she bit her lip and squealed. “You’re so cute!” She turned and ran to the two at the tv. “Guys, we’re looking for an All Might movie with a super robot, I think?”

“You guys gonna watch the movie, too?” Midoriya looked to his group of friends with a hopeful smile.

“Of course, sounds fun!” Uraraka said.

“Sure.” Todoroki agreed.

“I will send a group text to invite the rest of our class as well.” Iida announced.

“Great!” Midoriya was absolutely beaming. This was perfect. Some time with his friends was just what he needed.

…

For the first ever Friday movie night of the dorms, everyone in the class attended, even Bakugou, who seemed to be tolerating it more than anything. Midoriya grabbed one of the three bowls of popcorn the class had made and approached the living area.

The couch was taken up with Bakugou, Iida, Todoroki, and Kirishima, with one spot left open between the redhead and the blonde. Many students had gone to their rooms to bring down various pillows and blankets, making a sort of palette for people to lay and sit on.

“C’mon, Midobro, we saved you a spot!” Kirishima called.

“No, Deku, sit next to us!” Uraraka called from her spot on the floor. The girls were sat together forming a sort of semicircle with space in the middle.

“There’s room for you here, ribbit.” Tsu added.

“We snagged some candies from downtown. Sit over here.” Sero shook a box of candies in the air and gestured for Midoriya to join him and Kaminari.

“Uh, um… I guess I'll, uh….” The omega stammered, not wanting to turn anyone down.

“Oi, Deku. Get your ass over here and watch the damn movie.”

“Sure, Kacchan.” Midoriya quickly sat next to him without thinking. There were a few disappointed sighs from other students but he ignored them.

“Alright guys, Midoriya’s picked first. All Might versus Supertron!” Mina announced and hit ‘play’ on the laptop connected to the screen.

The movie started and Midoriya was smiling so hard he felt his cheeks hurt. He leaned to the side and let out a satisfied sigh, not noticing it was Bakugou he had leaned into. The alpha looked down at him as his expression softened just the slightest bit before turning his attention back to the movie.

In the middle of the movie, Momo and Iida got up to cook stew for dinner, so by the time it ended, it was ready.

Midoriya started to get up to go get him a bowl but Kirishima stopped him. “Don’t worry, bud, I’ll get you some.” He said and left for the kitchen.

“Okay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No worries!”

“Deku, that movie was great!” Uraraka shouted.

“Yeah, so cool. The actor playing All Might was super cute, too.” Mina agreed.

“Those special effects on Supertron were killer!” Kaminari said.

“Really? You guys liked it?”

“Yeah!” Multiple students responded. Midoriya was absolutely beaming.

“I’m so glad you like it! It’s one of my favorite All Might movies. It’s definitely my favorite from the Silver Age, and this actor is one of the better All Might actors I’ve seen, probably the best at portraying his fearlessness and kindness. My favorite part would probably have to be-” Midoriya rambled excitedly about the movie and most of his class just sat back and listened, smiling at his excitement.

Eventually Kirishima came back with three bowls. One for him, one for Bakugou, and one for Midoriya.

“Thanks, Kirishima!”

“Whatever, Shitty Hair.”

The two took their bowls and utensils and began eating.

“Oh, wow. This is great. Iida, Jirou, you did a great job!” Midoriya said. The two classmates in question smiled and thanked him for the compliment.

Eventually everyone was sat in the living area and eating stew whilst chatting amongst themselves.

As people began to finish and take their bowls back to the kitchen, Bakugou headed up to his room for an early turn in, as was common for him.

With Bakugou gone, the girls finally convinced Midoriya to join them on the floor, though Todoroki and Iida didn’t seem too happy about it.

“We’re putting on a Pack-Together story, guys. It's a good one, trust me.” Mina announced as she cued up the next movie: ‘Betas Together.’ She quickly took back her seat among the girls next to Midoriya and threw an arm around him. “This’ll be great.”

“You’re gonna love it, Deku.” Uraraka said, sitting on the opposite side of Mina.

“It should be greatly enjoyable for all of us.” Momo agreed as she gently held on to his arm opposite the side Mina was attached to.

Midoriya felt his heart swell at the affection and his inner omega burst with joy.

Throughout the movie, occasionally a friend would reach out to him, subtly beckoning him towards them. He’d end up drifting between people, almost passed around. He went from the center of the girls’ group, to sitting between Sero and Kaminari, to Tokoyami and Shoji, to Koda, and back to the couch with Todoroki, Iida, and Kirishima.

Midoriya was elated and his inner omega agreed. This felt right. This was where he was meant to be. Beside people who… cared about him.

Is this what a pack’s like? Being surrounded by people who love you and want you around? People with similar goals and ambitions? People who care about your interests and what you have to say?

When I was young I thought packs were just for having kids. I guess because that’s what’s on tv, but like Present Mic was saying in class, anything can be a pack. It’s just a group of any genders who decide they want to be together.

Maybe… no, not now. One day, though, one day… Maybe I’ll be in a pack after all.

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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*gets kidnapped* FINE, we'll talk about our feelings.

*gets kidnapped* FINE, we'll talk about our feelings. by mentallypapaya

Izuku was so sure that he knew Katsuki's motivations, his reasons for the way he acted and the things he said. It wasn't until they both went missing that he realised just how wrong about the blond he was.

(or, bunny wanted protective bkg kidnapping angst for her birthday, and the one thing I will always do is bend completely to her will.)

Words: 21686, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Torture, Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Kinda fluff, like hints?, Angst with a Happy Ending, Well, a hopeful ending, idk, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, thats what they're aiming for anyway, but it took being kidnapped together for them to discuss that, so who knows whats going on there, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Whump, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, sometimes, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, they're all very much in pain, this was not written with the intention of it being gay, but thats what those two are like sometimes, so it can be seen that way, like im not gonna be mad cause im the author and even im like :/ aight now kiss, but can also be platonic if you aint want that, bcs they didn't end up kissing, they've been thru a lot dont pressure them

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44841730

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Bakugou Katsuki #Eijirou Kirishima #R:M #W:V #A:Mentallypapaya

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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Some Things aren't Hereditary

Some things aren't hereditary by tsuki446

"Hey Kats, how do you feel about kids?"

“Depends. To babysit, sure… to raise, I don't know,” he looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “why?”

Eijirou shrugged, “I kinda want one… just picture it for a second, a little you would be so cute” he said with the biggest grin,

“A little me? Why not a little Ei instead?” Eijirou made a weird face that Katsuki didn't miss, “Ei, you wouldn't want a little version of me. I was a menace when I was little and look how my mom ended up! I don't want that, trust me.”

Words: 2461, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Minor Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Kiri wants a kid

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42296007

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kiribaku #♥#Kiribaku #💥#💎#⚣#A:Tsuki #Fluff

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veenxys · 3 years

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— exile.

ft; bakugou x reader

genre; angst to fluff

wc; 5k

tw; gen! reader, mentions of drinking, cursing, fighting, blood, some suggestive content, midoriya being kinda... dick? idk. lemme know if i missed something!!!

bakugou put his fingers in the collar of his tie and pulled; leaning against the edge of the bar, he did his best to ignore the conversations of the rich heroes as they circled around him, whispering to each other as they made eye contact with him. unconsciously, he gripped the rim of the glass, causing it to shatter to the side.

there was a time when he liked this kind of party; people's look of expectation and surprise at him was something that pleased him and, in a way, increased his ego and the expectation of returning home after meeting someone interesting and with clothes that were worth more than his salary thrown on the floor.

he wouldn't have come tonight if one of his agency heroes hadn't insisted he needed to improve his public image. it felt wrong to even wear the damn suit if you weren't holding his arm, whispering in his ear and stealing candy from the kitchen before dinner.

maybe that's why, seeing you walk into the ballroom in a dress you'd bought with his only gaze in mind. bakugou smashed what was left of the glass into his hand. he paid no attention to the whiskey spilled down his suit sleeve or the broken glass on the counter as he gazed at you in all your beauty.

he shifted uncomfortably from his position on the stool. he could still remember the leap in his heart when you gave him a glimpse of the dress hanging in your closet and joked about whether it would look any better on your bedroom floor.

it wasn't the first time he's seen you since the breakup, but it was the first time he's seen you in another man's arms.

izuku midoriya entered the room at a pace a little too fast for his heels, the way he looked at you with a bright smile and a genuine smile on his lips made bakugou's stomach turn; because that's exactly how he looked at you.

bakugou kept his eyes on you as you gestured to your friends as if to say you would come to them later. you turned to midoriya, gently tugging the sleeve of your suit to encourage him to follow you, but his smile quickly faded as he mumbled something under his breath. bakugou felt the bile rise in his throat.

this was not how it was supposed to happen. you shouldn't end up with another hero, especially who bakugou always thought was his greatest rival. you should find someone normal, someone who can make you feel safe, someone kinder so you can live well; he didn't want you to be in more danger, not anymore. you should be free from the burden of being with a man under the threat of revenge and retaliation from his enemies.

bakugou broke your heart to keep you safe and midoriya threw himself like a fucking vulture to tear the pieces apart, to leave him bleeding on an open road in the blazing midday sun.

"you look like shit." denki suddenly appeared beside bakugou, his watchful eye noting the glint of whiskey spilled on the bar and the stench on the bakugou's sleeve.

bakugou knew better than to keep eyes on you with denki hovering over his shoulder, but there was something about the way midoriya was looking at you that bakugou couldn't justify anything less. the primal, surreal need to run to you just to protect you hadn't gone away the day he ended your relationship, any more than the hurtful tug in his chest didn't lessen each time you walked into the room.

he still loved you and everyone knew it

"what do you know about the two?" bakugou grumbled as your friends approached you. you glowed to see them, missing old friends you hadn't seen since the breakup, and midoriya looked a little uncomfortable as you threw your arms around todoroki's shoulders, hugging him tightly.

denki moaned. "don't do that, man. you broke up with them, remember? let them be."

"he's an idiot, denki," bakugou grated, barely able to contain himself, "he doesn't care about them. he is using them.. they deserve someone better than that piece of-"

denki scoffed. "someone like you?"

bakugou glared at him; he clenched his jaw. "i can't stay with them, you know that."

"no, not really," denki rolled his eyes. "you clearly still love them and—"

"you were on that mission, idiot," bakugou snapped. "you know damn well why i had to finish things."

bakugou would rather break your heart than hold it bloodied and broken in his arms. it was his only choice, and he hated it.

"i know you're trying to protect them," denki relaxed, softening as he followed bakugou's gaze to find you wiping the corner of midoriya's mouth before he leans over to kiss you. bakugou looked away, holding his breath.

denki sighed. “this is killing you, man. is it really better that they have midoriya? do you think he would give half of what you would to protect them?"

“it's dangerous,” bakugou emphasized, repeating the same words he told himself over and over again to justify what he had done.

"dangerous or not, you should have at least given them a chance to decide for themselves," denki said, taking the drink he ordered from the bartender and getting off from his seat. "instead, you made that stupid decision for them and now you're killing yourself while watching the person you love with another man"

"what do you want me to do?" bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose nervously. “i can't be selfish with their life. pretending my fucking enemies don't know what they mean to me…is not an option. i can't gamble with their life just because i miss them."

denki sighed, his shoulders slumping. the tension in bakugou's voice did not go unnoticed, nor did the quick clearing of his throat and the anger in his eyes. denki stepped forward, placing his hand on bakugou's shoulder and giving it a little comforting squeeze. there was nothing he could say and bakugou knew it. he appreciated the gesture, however.

then bakugou was alone again, surrounded by a dozen rich and petty heroes and their gossip as he drank another whiskey that would do little to touch the fire burning in his veins.

he kept his position in the shadows as he watched you smile at midoriya the way you used to smile at him, as you ran your hand along his arm to get his attention while leaning against him while laughing. you were beautiful, stunning; you were the most beautiful person he's ever seen and he bitterly regrets not making that clear to you while you two were together.

but bakugou also noticed midoriya. he felt his chest tighten as you leaned closer to midoriya's face and whispered something in his ear, he nodded and dropped a kiss on your cheek before you stood up. bakugou just drank the rest of the whiskey and followed you.

he knew it was a bad idea, that he had no right to you or your heart, but as you slipped through the guests and meandered around the tables, paying attention to the porch and the open view of the city skyline, bakugou couldn't avoid following in your wake.

the porch was empty when you came out and inhaled until you filled your lungs to the brim.

you leaned against the railing, hands gripping the edge as you looked up at the city lights. relief in loneliness; a comfort in an emptiness that you enjoyed immensely. you shivered as a breeze hit your shoulders.

bakugou took a careful step closer, his steps light and silent.

"he doesn't deserve you."

you turned at the sound of his voice, your hand squeezing your heart as you looked at him. your eyes widened and then narrowed, so unlike the kindness he was used to.

"that's not for you to decide." even in your anger, your voice remained so low as the first drops of rain. you held your ground, but you couldn't look him in the eye, almost as if you were afraid of what you might find beyond the storms that dwell in his gaze.

"...you're not happy with him," bakugou insisted, getting close enough to feel the heat of your breath. he wanted to pull you into his arms, smell your hair and press his lips to the top of your head in a light but loving kiss, but he had missed that a few months ago. "you are not happy. you're trying to be, but it's not working. i know you better than that. midoriya is using you, y/n. you have to see it. ”

you laughed bitterly, a glimpse of the anger you never allowed him to witness bubbling to the surface. not even in the misty darkness of his apartment living room, when he sat you on the couch and threw away two years of your lives together you didn't even show him that side.

"you have no idea what you're talking about," you snapped, pulling his hand away as he reached out to you in comfort. “you can't just come back to my life whenever you want.. you can't just throw me out of the blue and come back like nothing happened! do you want to get out of my life? so leave once and for all, katsuki!"

bakugou took a step back. it wasn't a household name in your language and it felt like you were putting a barrier between you two as wide as a mountain. calling him such a formal name, without the sugary sweet affection in your voice, made him flinch at the sound.

you shook your head, letting the anger drain quickly from your body as you walked back to look at the horizon. bakugou followed you, leaning his back against the railing as he gazed inward at the sea of guests. the air was heavy between you two; bakugou held his breath.

"you can't do this to me, bakugou," you sighed, sniffling in the chill of the breeze. "you can't act like i'm still yours."

he knew. it didn't make it hurt any less as the knife plunged deep into his chest and writhed.

"you decided to leave, bakugou. you let me go and now... you..." you could barely get the words out. the pain lingered heavy in your voice. "you think so badly of him and yet he's the one i'm here with tonight."

bakugou clenched his jaw. you had every right to move on without his interference; that's what he wanted for you, wasn't it? he didn't have a say in who you chose to do it with, and yet, he couldn't stop the words from escaping his lips.

"he's not good enough for you."

you sighed, a terrible kind of sadness creeping across your features that threatened to break bakugou where he was. you nodded your head. "who is enough for me, bakugou? and why are you the one who decides this?"

bakugou blinked at you, a wave of panic quickly passing through him enough to make him drop his head and take a deep breath; trying to figure out if this was really real life or a nightmare he was eager to wake up to.

"y/n..." he called your name in a broken whisper, but you had already turned towards the doors.

he would have told you the whole truth if you had just stayed; if you had stopped while he called your name, but you kept walking. and he deserved it. you didn't even dare take one last look over your shoulder before disappearing back into the crowd.

bakugou spent the rest of the night longing for the days when the sweet burning of alcohol would leave him beyond the capacity of guilt and heartbreak, replacing his lust and jealousy with a dulled taste of comforting darkness. the whiskey barely touched him anymore and he remained drenched to the bone in regret as he watched from across the room as izuku midoriya stole you into his arms and take you onto the dance floor.

hours have passed since bakugou confronted you on the porch. occasionally, your gaze meet his while he was at the bar, alone, and the smile on your face would fade just enough to not touch your eyes. bakugou couldn't help the emptiness of sadness and shame that formed in his stomach in response.

only after you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, with midoriya right behind, that bakugou finally decided to go home. he could subject himself to watching you flirt with another man, to see his arms around your waist and his lips dangerously close to yours, but bakugou wasn't sure he would survive if he saw you come back to the dance floor with your hair messed up , your clothes also messed up while midoriya comes after you, straightening his suit.

bakugou didn't bother to say goodbye and quickly headed for the exit of the party. before leaving, he saw a young woman was looking at her phone behind the counter, waves of thick black hair falling into her face. bakugou cleared his throat.

she lifted her head, her bright red lipstick curling into a shy smile. she was beautiful, bakugou thought. but she is the kind of beauty that made him feel nothing, none of what he once felt with you. but maybe if his chest hadn't felt so tight, so ripped at the seams, that maybe he could have convinced himself to find distraction in a woman like her.

"leaving so early, pretty boy?" she spoke slowly, eyes blatantly roving over his body as she took the coat number out of his hands. bakugou didn't like the way she was looking at him, though.

he nodded and replied curtly "yes. i don't like these things." he says rudely.

bakugou paused as he heard the echo of midoriya's voice in the hallway. he frowned; the coat check girl raised an eyebrow at him, placing his overcoat on the table.

he looked at her one last time before turning to the hallway; he followed the sound of midoriya's voice down the hall with firm, nervous steps.

he turned down the hall to find his correct suspicions; bakugou clenched his fists.

"you're about to owe me a hundred dollars," midoriya chuckled softly, tapping the shoulder of a hero that bakugou had only seen in passing. the other hero rolls his eyes and takes his wallet out of his pocket, starting to take the money to give to midoriya.

"argh for god's sake…i think this was the easiest thing you've ever done. they're easy as hell, anyone could have them." his cocky smile as he passes the money to midoriya, who just chuckles and tucks the money into his back pocket.

"what are you going to do now?"

"to be honest i don't know…they're not worth my time." midoriya responds absently.

a blinding fury tore through bakugou; red in his vision and the blood suddenly boiling in his veins. rising to the surface and tearing at his nerves.

bakugou barely felt the fracture in his knuckles as he punched the hero in the face and went on his way to midoriya. wide eyes turned towards him and before midoriya could react, bakugou grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. bakugou couldn't hear what he said himself, the rage possessing his being made him hear only his thundering heartbeat in his ears.

he throws midoriya to the ground; his jaw and blood splashed onto the rug as he fell to the ground beside the other frightened hero.

but bakugou still wasn't done with him.

“fuck you, man! get off me!”

midoriya screamed on the ground as bakugou crawled over him, holding him tightly, his right hand curled into a fist and ready to strike. midoriya's eyes widened.

“no! no! you got it wrong—” he pleaded, doing his best to shield his face, though of little use. “i'm sorry! you broke up with them! i thought they were free... fuck”

if bakugou had any control at that moment, he might have told the midoriya that you were not a prize to be won. he could have threatened every second of his life if he looks at you again. he may have told the midoriya that you believed him, that you trusted him enough to give your precious heart to him, and that he ruined his chance to do the only good thing that would ever happen in his sad and pathetic life.

but bakugou had no control, not when it came to you, and instead, his fist found midoriya's face over and over until midoriya no longer writhed under his grip, until a crowd began to form at the far end of the hall, even midoriya fell inert, until blood covered his hand, until he heard your voice calling to him over the ringing in his ears.

“bakugou! bakugou, stop!”

he froze, fist raised, as he turned to look for you.

he expected fear in your eyes, that you would be ashamed of him or afraid of the fresh blood flowing from his fingers. instead, you knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. he melted into your touch, a familiar feeling as he returned to his body; his vision gradually focusing only on you, ignoring the rest of the world.

“come with me,” you said sadly, looking out over the sea of guests that denki was trying to redirect back to the ballroom. muffled whispers grew louder as the flash from the cameras blinded him, prying eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the kid with anger issues they'd foolishly allowed him to be a hero, or rather, one of the best heroes. he looked up to find startled and surprised glances in his direction, but his gaze met midoriya; lying on the floor as he emitted a subtle moan - proof of life. denki exchanged a sympathetic look with you that bakugou couldn't read.

you tugged at his jacket sleeve, smiling sweetly at him like you used to when moonlight swept through his room and he couldn't remember exactly where he was. "it's alright, bakugou. let's go."

bakugou nodded, slowly rising to his feet. he tried not to concentrate when your arm entwined with his, when you took him out of the picture. his vision started to get a little clearer the further you pulled him away from the muffled whispers of the crowd. he could feel the pulse in his right hand, the sting of open wounds in his knuckles, the stab of adrenaline still vivid in the pit of his stomach.

you said nothing as you led him to the elevator, pressed the floor button, and waited. he took a deep breath and you shook his hand —a nervous habit you hadn't yet lost.

bakugou couldn't take his eyes off you. he knew he was looking; but you were here, holding his hand, and for the first time in months he felt like he was home again. he didn't have to ask where you were taking him; it was a route he was more than familiar with. after long and exhausting missions, he would go to his safe haven where you would take care of him, looking for injuries while you treat him sweetly, waiting for him to tell you every detail of the mission even though you had seen it all on tv. the superficial ones he could heal on his own, but he likes to help you. he could have done it himself or taken a few extra steps to the medical ward, but there was something about the way your hands danced over his skin, delicate as if you were handling something so, so precious.

you brought him to your house and closed the door behind you.

"sit down," you ordered, pointing to the couch and bakugou did so without question.

he heard you make your way to the bathroom, taking the first-aid kit still lying under the sink and dampening a washcloth in warm water. it was weird being back in this place with you, in such a familiar routine. he almost forgot the painful intervening months before you walked out of the bathroom with a frown on your face. you sighed as you sat down next to him; pulling him a little closer as if just a few inches between you were too much.

silently, you gestured to his hand and he placed it in yours; his hands were warm like he was gripping his fists tightly, but they were just as you remembered. they fit yours perfectly.

he paid no attention to the sharp pain of alcohol as you worked, concentrating entirely on the feel of your hands, on your fingertips, watching as a strand of hair fell across your face, no matter how many times you tucked it behind your ear.

“you didn't have to do this,” you said low, though you didn't look up to meet his eyes.

nakugou shook his head. “if you knew the things he said about you, would you...”

"i heard him." you pressed the warm cloth to his knuckles, bloodied as it stained the light blue color of the fabric. wiping the open sores, you chewed the inside of your lip. “i am not your problem anymore. you don't have to protect me, bakugou, especially from men like midoriya.”

you dropped the cloth and began to wrap his knuckles in bandages. they'd be clean in a few days, lying on untouched skin, but you never liked seeing him hurt. you would wrap every wound, bandage every cut, heal even faster.

“i would do anything for you,” bakugou muttered under his breath.

you calmed down, holding your breath as if your heart might have raced. bakugou watched you, sure what you expected, but when you clenched your jaw and shook your head, your whole body began to ache.

“you can't say these things to me, katsuki,” you turned your head in an effort to keep him from seeing the tears burning in your eyes. you put his hand back on his thigh, you got up from the couch.

“how am i going to move forward if you're hoping to knock out all the guys who try to hurt me? and how the hell do i stop loving you?”

“you do not need.” the words left his lips before he could stop them. it was selfish and perhaps cruel, but he begged. “please do not.”

bakugou stood up, closing the space between you two. tears wet your cheeks as you watched him; you made no effort to push him away when he lifted his hand to the side of your face, brushing along your cheekbones to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking with effort. “i'm so, so sorry my love.”

you shook your head, though you clung to him tighter, your hands gripping the fabric of his suit; bakugou leaned down and kissed your temple, then your cheek, your forehead, and pulled you close enough to rest against his chest.

a stone lodged in the back of his throat, threatening to choke him before consuming you completely. his guilt, his shame, his regret.

“please forgive me,” he muttered in a broken voice, nuzzling your hair, breathing in the comforting scent of your shampoo, something so familiar, so personal, it hurts. “i should have given you a choice…but i was so scared, y/n. if something happened to you…i don't…i never…”

you pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes. the warm touch of his hands rested gently against your cheeks as you searched his eyes, a flash of realization clicking. you sighed and watched as he roamed all over your body with his fingertips, exploring every little universe in you that he loved getting lost for hours.

“the enemies i have...” bakugou continued, “they could use you against me and... and i would do anything to keep you safe, y/n. anything”

“including breaking my heart,” you said, your thumb sliding over his bottom lip as he trembled. he nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. he held it for so long that, with the mere touch of your hands on his face, he was coming apart completely. god, how he missed you.

his hands shook when you parted your lips. “do... do you still love me?”

bakugou drew back, surprised by the uncertainty in your voice. as he searched your face to find that your question was sincere, he exhaled a heavy sigh, pulling you back against him with a kiss on your forehead.

“i never stopped,” he confessed. “never.”

relief was evident in his body when you melted against him. he didn't know how long you were there with him, wrapped in his arms, his fingers dancing so lightly on your back. it was with your touch that he found himself back on solid ground, your arms crossed over his shoulders. he pressed his nose to your neck, inhaling your scent until his knees gave out.

“let me fix this,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. he held you tighter, afraid to let go, afraid that your answer would be 'no'. "let me fix this honey. please. i made a mistake. i was wrong to have ended things between us. i was so terrified that they would hurt you to hit me and i couldn't take it. please, i promise i'll fix all this shit”

he couldn't lift his face from the crook of your neck and you didn't try to pull away. instead, he felt your fingers slide gently through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. your breath was warm in his ear as you treated him with the kind of care and love he hadn't known for so, so long.

“what about your enemies? what about the villains?”

he could feel your hesitation as you held your breath.

“i don’t know,” admitted bakugou, his voice wavering. “i’m still scared to death. i’m still terrified that it’s just me being selfish, that i could make you die just for loving you, but… i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i can’t be without you. i’ll do whatever it takes to protect you to keep you safe.. i’ll do anything, no matter what”

he felt the slight tug on his collar as you pulled him to look at you, putting just enough space between you to meet his eyes. your lower lip was swollen, as if you were chewing the edges, and there was a lingering hope reflected in the glow of your gaze.

“are you going to take the risk?” you asked.

“i would do anything for you, you know that.” bakugou clenched his jaw as a wave of nausea and guilt swept through him. “i love you katsuki and i would give the world to you if i could, but…it’s your life, honey. your choice.”

bakugou looked down, preparing himself. he tried to hold his breath but found his chest was too tight, like an anvil resting on his ribs. he hurt you too much to rescue you again without being sure that the same mistake could be repeated. even if you agreed, your consolation prize would be a life tied to a man with demons on his back, your safety constantly at risk. it was not an offer he would accept if he were in your shoes. his love, though loyal and unconditional to his bones, was not enough.

“okay”

was all you said; bakugou frowned, not understanding.

then your lips curved at the edges-soft, almost too subtle to notice - and you were smiling at him. you pressed closer until your lips brushed his cheek, over the faded scars and the bristly shadow on his jaw.

“i’ll always choose you, katsuki bakugou,” you said with such certainty that his heart stopped in his chest. “i knew it was you when we met. i’ve never been blind to the danger of being with you, but... it’s worth it to me. you are worth the risk.”

bakugou swallowed hard; if he wasn’t holding you in his arms, he would wonder if he could float in space or sink beneath the surface of the earth. it didn’t seem possible that you could weigh all that danger, the baggage of being with him, and choose to love him anyway.

“promise me now that you won’t push me away like that again." you placed your hand on his cheek, guiding him to meet your eyes. “promise me that as long as you love me, you will be mine. because i am yours, bakugou. i have always been yours.”

“i promise.” it came out gasping and sore, but he meant it with all his heart.

when you kissed him again, it was like breathing for the first time after months underwater; sinking deeper and deeper through the currents, your lungs filled with saltwater, his skin cut by weeds, until he pulled it to the surface with the heat of the sun on his face.

he could feel the relief in the way your lips moved over his, how you craved that way he had for months. it was familiar and safe and exactly where he should be.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hi! i saw the requests were open so could i ask for bakugo and midoryia (add whoever you want) with a female s/o who knew aizawa since she was small? like theres video's of them having tea parties together and stuff when she was little, and aizawa is kind of like a father to her? i absolutely LOVE your writing and I'm trying to get back into writing rn!

nostalgia with father figure! aizawa

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] female! reader as requested, quirk’s not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader, platonic with aizawa)

note(s) : and yes, i chose hitoshi for the third character— because how could i not for this post? this might be a little long, so sit down and have a snack while you’re at it ‼️ also i use ‘sensei’ a lot in this, because calling aizawa by ‘mr’ or ‘sir’ just doesn’t sound correct to me 😨 by the way, good luck with writing!

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midoriya izuku

for a good portion of the time izuku has known you, he didn’t hear anything about your parents— and he didn’t pressure you into telling him otherwise

you have your reasons! and besides, it must’ve been a touchy topic or so he thought

because one day, aizawa approached him. not the class, or while he was talking to someone— but him.

alone.

but not in the standard aizawa way. it was,, a little more awkward than usual? there was definitely something different going on.

it looked like his well respected teacher knew something, and he wanted to SAY something to him, but it was just caught in his throat.

it was left unexplained, until you approached him— looking quite awkward yourself.

“sorry about dad, i told him to calm down before approaching you, but he kinda speeded past me.”

izuku’s puzzled, “who’s ‘dad’?”

“y’know. our homeroom teacher. aizawa-sensei.”

and izuku’s like 😃➡️😃⁉️ “HE’S YOUR WHAT?”

and you’re LAUGHING, and your boyfriend’s confused— and you just tell him that he reacted exactly like that when you told him you were dating someone

you then explained that your homeroom teacher was someone you knew since you were very, very young— and he took care of you, making him your father figure

which explained a lot of his hostile— yet awkward behavior in his latest conversation with the teacher.

but, it was all under the wraps to not make it look like aizawa-sensei had some sort of bias towards you, which made plenty of sense to izuku.

sooner or later, your father found out that you were dating problem child izuku midoriya

and he kinda freaked out in the middle of asking his student to do him a favor, which was to join his family for dinner

which really consisted of just you and him 💀 eri wanted to join, but aizawa said no, and figured it was something between the three of you only

in the past 5 minutes, the freckled teen has probably looked at his reflection for the thirtieth time. you don’t blame him for being nervous, but damn he gotta chill tf out 💀

then, the two of you walked over to your childhood home— and came in contact with your father!

while the three of you were preparing dinner, your dad was highkey hoping that the two of you wouldn’t do anything lovey dovey in front of him

luckily, nothing extreme happened, which was a big sigh of relief. but aizawa did not miss the way the enigmatic child grabbed for your hand🗿

you guys didn’t do initiate anything, because knowing your dad— he’d probably chuck izuku out of the house 😨

after making dinner, the three of you ate in a orderly matter— discussing about things the three of you would probably speak about in school

besides the mandatory, dreaded questions, he can say that izuku has answered all of them without hesitation.

half an hour before your boyfriend was supposed to head on home, aizawa asked to talk to him privately.

izuku’s sweating BULLETS now, and you can only hope and pray that your dad doesn’t go too hard on him.

“midoriya.”

“y-yes?”

“i’m not going to eat you. you can relax.” though he says that, nothing changes 💀 he’s still nervous

“r-right. i’m sorry, aizawa sensei.”

“besides, that’s not why i asked to speak to you privately.”

the green haired teen is left confused when his teacher shifts around, as if he was searching for something

but it immediately dissipates when he reaches for an album, and a camcorder. “i want to show you this.”

and lo and behold— it’s an album of all of your BABY pictures, and the camcorder has a bunch of home made documentary styled videos in them

he opens his mouth, as if he was going to squeal at the pictures, but not a single note escapes him.

“i took a lot of pictures when she was growing up. i wasn’t never a fan of being a photographer, but i made an exception for Y/N’s childhood and development.”

aizawa searches through the camcorder, and finds the collection he was looking for.

“Y/N was always the type of girl that’d make me have tea parties with her. though i was obviously exhausted, i never failed to capture these moments.”

izuku stares in awe, as the two of them watch multiple montages of four year old you making aizawa sit in a tiny, tiny chair

and also many other things, like making him replay many disney sing a longs, which he tiredly obliges

“in this video, Y/N wanted real stuffed animal friends to be at her tea party. i, didn’t know how to do that, so i got one of my colleagues to animate them with their quirk.”

“it didn’t go as planned, as you can see. i erased the quirk, and made up for it by voluntarily dressing up as a frilly princess.”

“and in this video, she wanted a dance party. so i played one of her favorite songs and danced with her. she completely forgot about the tea party, since she was too exhausted.”

the tension of meeting your s/o’s father is taken off the hero in training’s shoulders, “i never thought she’d be that kind of child”

for the first time in that night, aizawa smiles. though a little hesitant, izuku still asks “so uh.. why did you want to specifically show me this?”

“because i approve of you.”

he sputters, “p-pardon?”

“midoriya.” he stares straight at him, as if it wasn’t obvious already that he thought he was exceptional

“you’re a good kid. a problem child, but you’re a good person overall. good morals, and intentions. Y/N’s no longer a toddler, and sometimes i forget that.” he admits

“your relationship with her seems to be a reminder of that. by the looks of it, Y/N’s really happy being with you, so i don’t see a point in making an interference. making her happy— it’s all that really matters to me.”

he sighs in relief, “i will never let her down!”

“hold that promise, and make sure to remember it.” is all he says when he walks him to the door

“just promise another thing,”

“yes?”

“…don’t tell her i showed you her tea party videos from her childhood”

as a result, izuku laughs, which made you watch in confusion. you’re just glad aizawa’s not beating him up into a pulp rn

bakugou katsuki

if there was one thing he figured out from observing you, it was that you never, ever mentioned your parents

most especially your dad— heck, it even felt like you were avoiding the topic.

and it’s not like he wants to MEET them, no ‼️ it’s just that,, he doesn’t know why you avoid talking about them

but then, he started growing suspicious.

it wasn’t that he wasn’t observant of you before, but when you’re dating someone— you’re bound to notice the way your homeroom teacher asks to speak to said s/o in private

or the way aizawa’s glare is a little more,, dead set on him more than anyone else— even when he himself is confident that he did nothing in the past hour.

and if it wasn’t obvious already, it’s definitely the way he accidentally saw you walking out of school with aizawa, calling him ‘dad’

this bitch is canonially nosy what exactly are we expecting?

“it’s another case of deku and all might.” he thinks to himself, “… how the hell am i gonna deal with this one?”

and before he knew it, he’s at your door. as routine as it is, he confronts you “aizawa sensei is your dad.”

“yeah. he is,” you simply say it, like you’re reporting the weather, “i’ve known him since forever. he has always been around, y’know?”

“oh.”

“oh, and kats? don’t be surprised when he asks you to come over for dinner.” he can’t say he’s shocked by that— but gosh, was it a little intimidating.

and before he knew it, he’s at your house for dinner.

katsuki wishes he could confidently say that it went superb. it did for the most part— considering that aizawa sensei didn’t throw him out to rot

the blond dressed up appropriately no tanktops this time. katsuki wasn’t rude as to be expected but, he wasn’t extremely nice either. he only spoke when it was necessary.

on top of that— he helped with cooking, and he was a little cautious with adding spices to the dishes. it would be bad to accidentally burn your lover’s father’s throat from spices.

and to put another thing on top of that— he didn’t initiate any pda excluding the time he nervously grabbed for your hand when aizawa sensei wasn’t looking

but y’know,, it’s actually nerve wracking. can you blame him? the pro hero’s just unreadable at some times.

which lead him in your house, for the second time around. courtesy to your dad, of course.

he’s a little un-nerved, but he can’t lie and say that he’s not relieved that he’s here again— it just means that the totally hostile and strict teacher doesn’t seek for vengeance for dating his daughter

so while the two of you are cleaning up after lunch, aizawa makes his move. “Y/N, is it okay if i borrow bakugou for a bit?”

the blond nearly winces at the softness, because what the hell he’s still not used to it 🗿

katsuki follows your dad to an empty space, watching him search around the room for something

“what is it?” “i’m going to show you something.”

katsuki just blinks, not sure what’s happening— until he pulls out what looks like a collection of cds, and a mini tv.

he sets it aside first, before he promptly stares at the explosion user for a matter of seconds. this is just him collecting his thoughts.

then, he speaks. “bakugou.” the blond looks up at him in response

“if i told you to break up with Y/N, would you?”

it felt like his heart DROPPED down his stomach, he makes an attempt to not make it obvious, though. “no. i wouldn’t.”

“and why is that?”

“i get it, sort of. you’re her dad, and our homeroom teacher, therefore you have some sorta authority.”

“but questioning her ability of depending on me ain’t right. she can obviously take care of herself, she’s no one to underestimate. ‘m not her fu— damn body guard by any chance, but when it calls for it, i’ll take care of her and make her happy.”

aizawa’s silent, but he looks pleased. “i wasn’t going to ask you to break up with her.”

“but i wanted to show you this.” aizawa plugs in the mini tv, and inserts one of the cds in it

then, a scene of what appears to be 4 year old you in the frilliest dress he’s seen is shown on the mini tv. aizawa raises the volume of the tv slightly

katsuki doesn’t say much. i mean— he’s too busy staring intensely at what’s being shown to him. he’s definitely going to engrave it in his mind

he’s not a fan of kids by any chance, but when he hears the higher pitched voice call for “dad!” and “you’re late for the tea party!” he can’t seem to complain

“it’s cute.” aizawa speaks, “it’s nice to know that there was a time like that.”

it’s almost humorous, seeing his stoic and fatigue teacher adjusting your crooked tiara, while engulfed in pastels—he has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing

“in this video, she wanted me to make her ‘fairy tea.’ but at the time, i didn’t know what that was, so i gave her actual tea. she didn’t talk to me for a day after that.”

“and in this video, Y/N wanted fairy wings. but it was 1am and the shops were closed, so i ended up searching tutorials on how to make them.”

right now, he just sounded like a dad reminiscing the old, simpler times. it was nice and all but, katsuki had to ask

“why’re you showing me this stuff?”

“why would i not?” he replies, as if it was something he was obviously going to do from the start, “this is important.”

“you know. i didn’t know what to think at first. i was surprised. i knew there was something going on. but i didn’t catch on that the two of you were a.. thing, and i was a little worried about the entire thing.” which is valid on aizawa’s part

“but after last time’s dinner, i figured that i wouldn’t be bothered. i thought you were going to act like this.. polite, cookie cutter standard boyfriend. but you didn’t.”

“you make it sound like a shitty thing.”

“it’s not. don’t worry. the concept of you acting incredibly nice and polite sounds great but, i think it actually unsettles me.” katsuki’s eye twitches, but doesn’t say a thing.

“i’m relieved you didn’t put on a persona, so i want to commend you for that. it says a lot, actually.” aizawa replaces the cd with a new one, “Y/N.. is no longer a toddler. and as much as i want those days to last for an eternity, it wouldn’t be fair if i did that. considering that you’re sincere, and take her as she is, then you have.. my blessing to date her.”

it felt like he was hesitating to say that last part— but at least he can finally breathe “‘course she would.” he mumbles

“thanks.”

“no problem.”

“i appreciate this talk the two of you are having, but when are you going to stop katsuki my embarrassing childhood memories?”

aizawa abruptly turns around, “who says it’s embarrassing?”

“well.. me.”

shinsou hitoshi

from the get go, he always knew about your father-daughter relationship with aizawa shouta— eraserhead, pro hero, and class 1-A homeroom teacher.

if it wasn’t already obvious from the way you, eri, and aizawa were just always together during weekends

you weren’t biologically related to him, but that never made a difference.

on top of that, it wasn’t a secret by any means that your father was his mentor— it was even told to him from the very beginning, and he was just left to deal with it.

it might’ve made things worse in the long run, especially when he developed a crush on you.

that also made it feel like you were completely untouchable— out of his league. he didn’t know how aizawa sensei would react to it, and he didn’t want to try it.

so, he considered drowning it away, and keeping it locked somewhere in his heart

until aizawa shouta himself encouraged him to ask his crush out. “you know, if you like someone— you should ask them out. it’s not good to be suppressing your feelings” is all he ever says

little did he know, hitoshi’s crush was his daughter

the day after he confesses— and ultimately, makes you his lover, aizawa approaches him again

surprisingly, he doesn’t look mad. but he thinks that he rather take mad, than something unreadable.

to hitoshi, that’s a little more worrisome than being angry “so.”

“…so?”

“Y/N. you like Y/N? the same Y/N we know?”

he contemplates if he should be straight up about it, or if he should deny it. but— he decides to admit, after several seconds “…yeah. you did tell me to go for it.”

“i did.” that unreadable look still remains, and it makes hitoshi highkey kinda nervous “i came here to invite you over for dinner. just me, you and Y/N.”

hitoshi gulps, and aizawa almost LAUGHS at how nervous he looks. but, he figures that he shouldn’t thrive off his daughter’s boyfriend’s suffering. “when would that be?”

“today. after school.”

“what?!”

“just kidding. saturday.” is all he says, before he leaves. it already feels like he’s suffering

and that’s was the start of many, many family dinners that included hitoshi.

i think out of all of the three, aizawa’s going to be the most relaxed with shinsou💀 i mean,, he literally trains him. he knows his student’s a good person.

but just because he is a good person, that doesn’t mean he’s gonna make him skip the necessary father boyfriend evaluation

and from the first family dinner, he already knew that he was going to approve of him.

though, pretending like he didn’t have a final thought of him yet was a little too fun— on your dad’s side, not so much on hitoshi’s side of the story.

it’s only after the 5th family dinner, that aizawa makes the big move.

“shinsou, do you want to see something?” is what he asks, after disappearing in his own room— now holding a camcorder

“uh, sure. what is it?” and he starts scrolling through the camcorder, and gestures for him to get closer.

and his teacher just simply shows hitoshi a preview of the contents within the camcorder. hitoshi’s mouth falls in surprise

long story short— they’re video montages from your childhood days, that your dad managed to capture on the very old looking camcorder

“oh jeez. if you’re gonna show hitoshi that, then i’m outta here. this is gonna be embarrassing.” is all you say, not wanting to witness what’s about to happen

but your dad can pretty much disagree. “it’s not at all embarrassing, Y/N. these are memories.” despite that, you fled to the corner of the room to play with eri

while you’re doing that, the fatigue student and teacher tentatively looked through the contents of the camcorder’s gallery

and hitoshi’s still taken aback by how nonchalant his teacher is just,, showing, and telling the backstories of each memory. heck, it probably gave him some whiplash

“in this video, Y/N wanted unicorn cupcakes— so i simply bought a cake that had a unicorn design.”

“then?”

“dad, if you’r—”

“as you can see, it wasn’t what she was looking for. since all she said was ‘dad, this isn’t a unicorn cake. this tastes nothing like one!’” while the two of them were going through each video— hitoshi was rendered speechless.

instead, choosing to have that shit-eating grin of his on display. much to your distaste

“so then i said, ‘Y/N, i don’t know what a unicorn tastes like.’”

“is that why the kitchen looked like.. an icing factory exploded?”

“yes, actually.”

even though your back is turned towards them, you can practically envision that small, yet stupidly authentic grin of hitoshi’s. he’s probably going to hold it above your head for a while

so now, you’re starting to regret those times you made your dad film whatever you were doing at the moment— most importantly, the tea parties.

it feels like an eternity, when your dad starts wrapping things up, the list of things to show to your boyfriend slowly getting shorter

“are you finally satisfied? you’ve basically shown him my entire childhood, plus embarrassing moments.”

aizawa scoffs, there’s not a hint of malice, however. “oh, you’ll live.”

hitoshi stands up, as it’s about time to make his way back home— but aizawa stops him. “i need to tell you something. is that okay?” he looks at him, that unreadable look appears again.

“if it’s another embarrassing thing i did when i was 5–” he turns to you, cutting you off with a simple pat on the head. “no. don’t worry about it, it’ll be quick.”

hitoshi gulps— attempting to swallow down the nervousness that appeared, for probably the 4th time since his arrival in the aizawa home.

he’s brought into the empty hallway, and while that’s happening— the urge to ask why he actually showed him that montage is way too intense to ignore

as if his teacher read his mind, the question was answered immediately “when i was 19, Y/N was put in my care.”

“at first— i wasn’t pleased, as you could imagine. i didn’t know why i was put in that position, and how i was going to take care of a 4 year old. at some point, it was too much for me to handle, and i even considered running away.”

this revelation was one of the many surprises brought to him, nonetheless— he still lets out an extremely surprised “oh.”

“did you try to…?”

he shakes his head, as if it wasn’t totally obvious that he wouldn’t abandon a child

“didn’t, and would never try. because even when things were difficult, Y/N will always be the best thing that’s happened to me— either way, it was something i held above me, since i even thought about it.”

“point is,” he stares straight at the purple haired student, “i trust, and firmly believe that you wouldn’t think about doing that to Y/N, trying to run when it’s hard. that’s why i showed you those memories.”

“i promise.” hitoshi says, without a drop of doubt in his voice.

aizawa smiles, patting him on the back. “Y/N will see you out,”

when hitoshi walks to the door, you’re quick to question. “what did you guys talk about?”

“oh nothing, your highness Y/N fairy princess supreme” he teases, which causes you to burn in embarrassment

“literally shut up!”

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uravichii · 3 years

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tiktoks that remind me of them <3

character/s: most of them :D

genre: fluff, crack (the last ones)

notes: this one's kinda dumb but i wanted to post smth today that doesn't require much effort :') the links are also pasted below just in case hehe

♡ pulling your hand away from him to get a reaction, but it's him who ends up with a smirk on his face.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeMWuome/

ー bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, dabi, hawks

♡ feeling like the main characters from a teen romcom movie with them <3

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeM7948r/

ー midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, uraraka ochaco, ashido mina

♡ a 2-AM moment with them that somehow feels like a dream

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeM7597E/

ー kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, ashido mina, mirio togata

♡ mocking other couples and making tiktoks out of them, but later doing the exact same thing unironically

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeM7KMcp/

ー jirou kyouka, kaminari denki, uraraka ochaco, todoroki shouto (except he's not aware you're actually making fun of them, he just wants to hold u 😔)

♡ being izuku's s/o and katsuki's best friend at the same time 😃😟 (this one's in katsuki's pov)

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeM7Lh97/

♡ kamisero probably 🧍‍♀️

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeM7snsW/

♡ this is my favorite

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeM7vN1J/

ー shinsou hitoshi, aizawa shouta, todoroki shouto

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thehusbandoden · 1 year

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You Flinch During an Argument -Dabi

I like- sped through writing this, sorry if it sucks <33

Oh and the drabble kinda went outta line with the headcannons, but just a bit 😅

Edit: I'mma count this series as my 100 followers event cause why not?

Angst to fluff/ Comfort | Headcannons + a drabble | 963 words

Warnings!: Mentions of Dabi's backstory, mention of abuse (not in detail), mention of yelling, crying, thoughts of abandonment, flinching, self doubt. Let me know if I miss any!

Gif credit: @kilruas

Dabi would truly be broken.

As soon as you flinched he was send him back to his childhood, Endeavor screaming at his mother and siblings, the fear in their eyes as he did so.

The similarity left him stumbling backwards, making his way towards the front door.

You would quickly snap out of it, truly not knowing why you flinched. You knew Dabi would never hurt you, you knew that you were safe.

You would quickly realize that Dabi was leaving, and rush after him, panicking as you asked him where he was going, what he was doing, and why was he ignoring you.

Part of Dabi wanted to fall into your arms and be comforted, but he knew that that was wrong. He didn't deserve that. Or you, for a matter of fact.

And so with you crying and begging him not to go, he walked out the front door.

And he stayed away.. for a few months.

It was the second week of the fourth month when he came back, eye bags dark and turquoise eyes hesitant, scared, and lonely.

You would immediately jump on him, crying as you asked him why he left.

But, he still doubted himself and merily patted your back awkwardly.

And that was when you realized how terrified he was.

As soon as you were back on the ground you grabbed Dabi's shirt and pulled his face to yours, kissing him roughly.

As you pulled back to breathe you glared up at Dabi and his wide eyes.

"Dabi. I trust you. I don't know why I flinched that day, but I knew for a fact that you would xneverx hurt me. Phsycially at least. You broke my heart leaving like that."

At that moment Dabi realized what he really needed to focus on and lifted you back up, having you straddle his waist as he wrapped his arms around your smaller form, kissing your lips as a silent apology.

"D-Dabi?" You ask, voice hesitant as he grabs his work phone and jacket before sliding on his platform boots.

"Dabi, where are you going?" You ask, moving towards the man you've grown to adore.

"Dabi, answer me." You whisper, putting your hand on his arm.

Jerking his arm away, Dabi made his way towards your bedroom, confusing you further.

"Dabi! What are you doing?" You ask again, moving to keep up with the villain.

Dabi said nothing as he made his way towards the window, unlatching the glass before preparing to jump out.

"Dabi- don't go! Wait- lets talk about this, I know that it seems a lot worse than it actually is in your head!" You exclaim, voice wobbly as Dabi starts climbing.

"Dabi don't leave me!" You cry, grabbing onto his arm in a desperate hope to keep him here.

Dabi simply shook off your arm before taking off, causing you to mentally breakdown.

In your head you somehow did something wrong and now he was leaving you, going off to find someone better.

Breaking down in sobs, you desperately tried to hold yourself in some sort of comfort, silently begging for your Dabi to come back to you, knowing if you went out looking it would cause a scene.

~About four and a half months later~

You awoke to the soft knock on your window. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up and yawned, wondering what woke you.

You stopped as another knock sounded from your window. You knew that knock. That knock belonged to your beloved Dabi, your one and only.

Rushing towards the window, you quickly unlocked and opened it, reveling in the site of Dabi, who looked quite uncomfortable.

"Dabi!" You exclaim, dragging him into your shared bedroom, careful not to hit his head on the window.

As soon as he was safely inside you jumped on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Out of instinct Dabi quickly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you wouldn't fall.

"W-why did you leave me?" You whisper, eyes moist as you bury your face in Dabi's neck, inhaling his comforting scent of campfire smoke and sandalwood.

"I- I was scared."

"Of what?"

"Hurting you, scaring you, loosing you." Dabi muttered, burying his nose in your hair hesitantly.

At that your sobs started, you clung onto Dabi as you cried, staining Dabi's dirty jacket with your tears.

Usually Dabi would bring you to bed, holding you against his chest while whispering comforting words to you. Or maybe even chuckling and sitting you on his lap, kissing you until you were too engrossed in him to think about what was making you upset.

But instead he awkwardly patted your back, his hold becoming a whole lot less certain.

It was at that moment that you realized that he was still terrified of what happened.

Slipping out of his hold, you faced Dabi, tears still falling down your face as you pulled Dabi's shirt, bringing Dabi's lips to yours you clashed them together, kissing Dabi roughly as you clung to his shirt, demanding his attention and trust.

Once your lungs demanded air you pulled away, glaring up at Dabi, whose cheeks were red and eyes wide.

"I trust you, fully." You mutter, pulling Dabi down so your noses touch, "I know you weren't going to hurt me and I know you never will. So please, stop doubting yourself. And make up for the lost time and kiss me."

At your words Dabi hesitated for a few seconds before smashing his lips against yours, pulling you against him as he greedily sought your touch, wanting to make up for the time he spent away from you.

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itsmyartfam · 4 years

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Dadzawa fic rec list

So lately I’ve been reading a lot of Dadzawa fics so I thought I’d share them with you. I shortened down the summaries of some of the longer ones- I didn’t put them in my own words of course, but I just used the shortened snippets that authors sometimes put at the end of their own longer summaries. They’re in no particular order of greatness, and I tried to get a good blend of popular and less popular ones so here u go.

1) i. shaky hands- rexcorvidae

midoriya has chronic pain, and tries to hide it. aizawa deals with this, and learns something surprising along the way.

One-Shot. Honestly their whole whumptober collection is amazing I would totally read them all if you have the time, they’re pretty much all loaded with great Dadzawa content

2) Not all exits are made Equal- LunaLucrea

When a raid goes wrong, and Aizawa gets taken, he's hardly expecting to be found. He's a professional Underground Hero. He's seen situations like this play out before, and knows how the cards usually fall.

He's got people he'll miss of course, and he feels terrible about what this is going to do to Hizashi and Eri, but these are the types of risks he agreed to when he signed on the dotted line all those years ago. He's ready to accept his fate.

Too bad for him his former students are tenacious little shits.

Three chapters. I love seeing how Aizawa interacts with older Midoriya in the first chapter and how he thinks of all of his former students now that they’re pro heroes, he’s such a proud dad but he’s also so self-deprecating and he needs some love and class 1-A will force it on him. Wholesome, 10/10, but also warning for whump! on Aizawa’s part.

3) To the people we admire- The_ crownless_ queen

Eri learns about autographs, and how they're a way for fans to show they like their heroes. Naturally, she wants all of them — and especially Eraserhead's.

One-Shot. I don’t read many Eri fics but my god, this one is adorable. Eri learns about autographs and wants Aizawa’s but his students know that Aizawa doesn’t really give autographs so they devise a plan to get one out of him- basically by making him jealous of Eri getting autographs from every hero but him. It’s wholesome, Dadzawa is like ‘wtf Eri’, I love it.

4) Inhibitions- Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

Todoroki gets zapped by a Quirk that effectively lowers someone's inhibitions, and Aizawa deals with the strange, humorous, heart-breaking fallout.

The train ride back is something of a nightmare. Not because it goes badly, or because something awful happens, but because Aizawa can’t get rid of this feeling in his chest every time he sees Todoroki’s unusual, carefree smile. He looks like nothing has ever hurt him.

One-Shot. Lol, this one’s funny- Todoroki acts all loopy and carefree and Aizawa is frantically scrambling after him trying to make sure he doesn’t get himself into trouble, all while finding out more than he’d ever thought he’d learn about his student. Good shit, good comedy, good angst.

5) I consider myself lucky- alightintheshadows

For some of us, our teachers are the greatest role models we'll ever have.

One-Shot. Ugh, this is so sappy and kinda cheesy but I love it! Izuku gives his dads All Might and Aizawa gifts because he loves is grateful to them. WHOLESOME SHIT

6) Not in the Job Description- IidaRei98

A collection of drabbles revolving around the Dadazawa and Class 1A. Mostly fluff with some hurt/comfort - whatever pops into my head really!

Incomplete, 56/? Chapters. Solid collection of dadzawa drabbles. I didn’t finish reading them all because I get easily distracted away from long fics, but since it doesn’t follow a plot it’s easy to put down and pick back up when you wanna get your dadzawa fix.

7) passing through fire- achievingelysium

“What happened? A villain?”

“Ye- yeah,” Midoriya croaks. Shouta starts walking.

“I was there,” Shouta says, feeling through the words before he speaks, “but I don’t remember?”

Midoriya closes his eyes.

“No,” he agrees, “you wouldn’t. But- but you... were there. With... me.”

Aizawa finds himself in a street with little memory of how he got there. Then he discovers Midoriya, beaten and bruised, who claims Aizawa protected him—but as Aizawa regains pieces of his memory he realizes Midoriya may be lying, and he's the one who's done his own student harm.

One-Shot. OOH, OUCH, FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE! God I love the Dadzawa ANGST in this! I haven’t seen a dadzawa fic with a plot like this before, so I highly recommend checking this one out, especially if you like ANGST! Love it!

8) a penny for your thoughts- cassiopeia721

While visiting Eri at the hospital following her rescue from the Shie Hassaikai, Izuku and Aizawa-sensei both run into a nurse with a telepathy based quirk, and Izuku finds himself in a telepathic bond with his teacher. This is... somewhat worrying, considering how many secrets Izuku needs to keep.

Six chapters. Yet another Dadzawa fic with a unique concept that I have never come across before. Very good, much angst! My only complaint is I wish Izuku could’ve heard a bit more of Aizawa’s angsty thoughts, the whole thought-hearing did feel a bit one-sided at times, but overall it was a very good fic. The angst of Izuku struggling to keep his many secrets from Aizawa for a whole week was *chef’s kiss* Good dad-son bonding.

9) Geyser- spineless

Izuku faints during class when weeks of sleeping and eating poorly catch up with him. Aizawa, All Might, and his friends, remind him that no matter what he's going through, he doesn't have to do it alone.

Three Chapters. Good Dadzawa being all disapproving of his son Izuku pushing himself too hard and not taking care of himself like he can fucking talk lol. But also some angst cuz Izuku is a tormented boi who has been through too much and is Not OkayTM and his dads are there to help him.

10) The World on His Shoulders- baggytshirtsandtiredeyes

During their second year, Aizawa decides to take some of the students on patrol to give them a taste of the underground hero life. But of course, nothing goes as planned when UA's resident Problem Child is involved.

One-Shot. Izuku is a BAMF and Aizawa is like O.O. I can’t say anything more. This fic deserves more attention.

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Okie dokie, that’s enough for now. If you guys like my recommendations, maybe I’ll make another list in the future!

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zukump3 · 4 years

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ignoring them for 24 hours ✧ hc

you ignore your boys for 24 hours. or, at least, you try to.

genre: fluff

requested: yes! i added todoroki just cause

as perceptive as he is

izuku probably notices immediately how you’re avoiding him

you two wake up at similar times because you go to sleep at similar times, but this time you woke up before him

he gave you a sweet “good morning” and kissed your cheek, but you only smiled and went to the bathroom

he thought that was strange. you usually say good morning back

but then again, it was such a small thing that he didn’t really overreact over it

however, when you left his dorm without saying goodbye or anything like that he got a little worried

once classes were beginning, he went to your dorm to pick you up and walk you to class like usual but

you were already gone.

“what the...” he would murmur to himself, frowning now

what was up with you? were you ignoring him or something?

what even annoyed him further was that you spent the whole day with fucking bakusquad!

bakugo didn’t seem to like it of course, but kirishima and the others accepted your company like it was nothing

he tried to sit next to you at lunch but once bakugo noticed his presence, he immediately yelled at the green haired boy to “fucking beat it!”

“but i-“

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!”

the fact that you didn’t even come to his defense kind of hurt him

he didn’t even eat at lunch

he was so bummed out that he just poked at his food with a frown on his face

of course you noticed this. you had been watching him all day and it broke your heart to see your baby like this omg ㅠㅠ

you couldn’t do it anymore. you got up and sat next to him at lunch and you swear he shined brighter than the sun when he saw you

“y/n! i-you-“

“i was trying to praaank you,” you pouted. “but you looked so upset after what that bomb bitch said-i couldn’t do it anymore.”

his pout matched yours.

“don’t do that again... i was seriously worried!”

he makes you stay by him for the rest of the day 😭

ignoring him for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 5-6 hours.

todoroki literally doesn’t notice at all

he doesn’t talk much, and seeing that you don’t talk to him much in the morning doesn’t really bother him

he just assumed you were tired and didn’t really care

you two usually got coffee together in the morning but as he went to the common room to wait for you, he was a bit peeved that you didn’t show up

he just assumed you fell asleep or something, or maybe you weren’t in the mood

not gonna lie, he was already missing your presence but he wouldn’t push you to interact with him if you weren’t in the mood

when he goes to class though, he sees you laughing and smiling with the rest of dekusquad

having a good time, apparently

he sits with you guys and listens, and his brows furrowed when he heard you say

“i wish i would’ve gotten coffee this morning. really wanted some mocha.”

...?

did you forget that you two got coffee literally every morning?

okay, whatever. something was definitely wrong with you but he wouldn’t push.

you two also sit together during lunch but you sat between tsu and izuku instead

he’s like

what. the fuck.

he stares at you for the entirety of lunch time 😭

he doesn’t even mean to, he’s just so confused?

like why are you ignoring him? you guys didn’t fight or anything last night so ?? why??

the day continues like that

whenever he comes around you leave, whenever he talks you look away from him

he’s a mixture of irritated and annoyed

irritated bc he doesn’t know why you’re acting this way, and annoyed because he wants to fucking talk to you

you’re one of the only people in this class he talks to on a daily basis and you’re pushing him away??

he only says something when it’s kind of late and everyone is tucked away in their dorms

he has a key to your dorm room don’t ask why so he goes ahead and enters

you’re on your bed, giggling about how well the prank is going to mina when you hear the doorknob jiggle and your boyfriend enter the room

“shoto!”

“we need to talk, y/n.”

you make a face. “actually, i-“

“y/n.”

the sternness in his voice makes you look up at him, kinda scared at just how serious he looks

“you’ve been ignoring me all day. why? did i do something?”

“i—“

“if i did, please tell me. communication is important in every relationship and our relationship is very special. if you do not talk to me, i have no way of knowing what i did to hurt you and-“

“shoto! oh my god, it was just a prank!” you tell him quickly, standing up and holding out your arms.

he lowkey makes a 🤨 face.

“a prank...?”

“yeah. ignore your boyfriend for 24 hours prank,” you sigh. “i was so close.”

he sighs with you, walking over to hug you tightly, which feels so good after today.

“it’s a very stupid prank.”

you giggle against his chest.

“yeah. very stupid.”

ignoring him for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 18 hours.

another one that notices immediately

you went the extra mile as to leave his dorm way earlier than he wakes up, which-

how tf did you do that

he automatically doesn’t fucking like that.

“y/n?!” he’ll yell out into his bathroom and grumble when you aren’t in there, or anywhere else in his room

he doesn’t even see you until class starts, sitting and laughing with fucking dekusquad

not only that, with midoriya

“hey dumbass, why’d you leave my dorm so early today?!” he asks you, and your eyes don’t even meet his.

you just continue scribbling at your desk.

his eyes turn white.

“i’m talking to you!”

“bakugo, please go have a seat. you’re being incredibly too loud.” aizawa would tell him, slipping his face out of his yellow sleeping bag.

he looks at his teacher, then at you, then back at his teacher before cursing and marching to his desk

probably always glancing at you through the day

the fact that you’re smiling and laughing with fucking deku

that just makes his mood even worse

you’re supposed to be smiling and laughing with him, not that crybaby

obviously his friends notice how mad he is

“dude, why so pent up?” kirishima would ask him and bakugo would literally snark

the red head smirks. “oooh—its y/n isn’t it.”

bakugo pauses.

“how the fuck did you know-“

“you know she’s pranking you, right?” kirishima would laugh at the look of anger that crosses bakugo’s face.

you’re ignoring him for a... a...

a PRANK?!

he’s livid.

during training he will not hesitate to march up to you

“you think it’s funny to ignore your boyfriend for a stupid prank, huh?! you think that’s so funny don’t you?!”

“bakugo, i-“

“SILENCEEEE!” he’ll literally roar at you and blast you like 10 feet away 😭

cue him being your partner and beating you up for practice

ignoring him for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 5 hours.

kirishima understands the concept of “personal space”

he knows that sometimes, you don’t wanna be bothered

and sometimes, he doesn’t wanna be bothered

but sometimes he doesn’t care about that concept.

he will poke and pester at you if you do this challenge.

if you wake up and don’t say anything to him, he’ll yank you down to the bed and whine at you until you manage to squirm out of his arms and go to your own dorm room

he’ll stand right next to you during breakfast

and i mean he will always be standing next to you.

no matter how many times you move around the tables, he’ll somehow end up next to you

like ?? does he have super speed or something 😭

he will not tolerate you ignoring him

like not at all

during class if he cracks a few jokes and you don’t respond to them he’ll probably fake cry

“y/n, you’re making me feel very unmanly right now!”

you swear you didn’t know it would be this hard

he probably notices it’s a prank though when he’s walking next to you in the halls and you’re not even speaking to him, just staring forward

“ahh... you’re trying to play a little joke on me or something? well, we’ll see how long you keep that up!”

retorts to making you jealous the entire day.

hangs out with literally every girl, even the fucking invisible bitch

you can’t take it anymore when it nears 6pm and he asks uraraka to come back to his dorm and watch movies with him

being the amazing girlfriend you are, you get up, land in his lap, and cuddle up to him tightly

he grins at you, preppering you with kisses

“told you you wouldn’t last, y/n.”

ignoring your boyfriend for 24 hours challenge: failed.

y/n only lasted 11 hours.

#bnha x poc!reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha headcanon #mha headcanons #bakugo x reader #kirishima x black reader #kirishima x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki headcanons #kirishima headcanons #bakugo headcanons #midoriya headcanons #midoriya x reader

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